Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 08:04:25 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 27 Kevin by Tom Cup Copyright 2000, 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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All our best, Tom and the gang ************************************************************************ Kevin By Tom Cup To Thine Own Self From the Biography of "The Lion of Bolognia:" There was something about Resurrection and dust to dust. That's all I really remember. We threw roses into the graves. Tony and Marie were laid to rest, side by side, next to Marco -- and their parents and grandparents -- in the family lot. There are two statues standing over the graves: angels. One is the statue of St. Michael that Tony was going to give to the diocese, it guards Tony's grave with sword drawn ready to protect those under its care. Perhaps what St. Michael could not do in life he would do for Tony in death. The other I picked out. It is the angel Raphael with his healing wings spread wide beaconing the ill, wounded, and malformed to be healed. Marie was like that. Whatever the hurt, injury, or malformation, she had the power to heal. It was a fitting monument to her. Barb and the kids attended the funeral. Donna was near hysterical when they lowered Tony and Marie into the ground. Barb cried also. "I'm so sorry Kevin," she said. As she spoke those words, for the first time, I could hear the truth in them. She was sorry that I had lost Tony and Marie, yes. But she was truly sorry for so much more. I nodded and told her that I forgave her. I'm sure Marie smiled her approval. ***** In the days and weeks that followed, the house was visited by lawyers, associates and members of the family. The latter met with Vince and Antonio. Tony wanted me to be the Lion after him. That would not happen. It was ironic. Carlos had gotten his wish. His son and grandson now ruled over the house Bolognia. Vince would hold the family together until Antonio was ready to rule. "What about me?" I asked Antonio, tears slowly rolling down my face, as he explained the situation to me. He smiled and moved to me, capturing me in his arms. "I will love you always," he said kissing me, "but you can not stay Kevin. You know that." I nodded. He turned to leave. "Kevin," he said suddenly turning back to me, "I want this. I really do. It's who I am. But it's not for you. I know what Uncle Tony wanted and really he'll have it, in a way. Vince is my biological father and has acted as Lion for so long that no one will question his decision. But besides that, Tony was the only father I've ever truly known. I want to be the son he'd be proud of." Again I nodded. Antonio came back to me and began kissing the tears from my face. I held onto him as tightly as I could. "Do you remember," Antonio asked, "After the story Uncle Tony told us about the family, Mom had us in the hall and she talked with us? She asked us a question. She asked us if we would do what her mother asked Tony to do. She wanted us to be what we really are. So I ask you little brother, my one time lover, will you be what you really are, Kevin?" I shook my head and looked him in the eyes. "I don't know what to be anymore," I cried. Antonio laughed. He held me, kissing the top of my head, "Be what we all wanted you to be then, Kevin. Be happy." He didn't leave that evening or that night. He made tender love to me until sunrise. Our tongues mingled and we drink of each other for prosperity's sake. Our seed was the liquid of the fountain of our youth and we drank eagerly of it, hoping against reality that the days of our childhood would live forever -- knowing in truth they were already over -- And we penetrated each other, for one last night, pretending that we could live together in a blessed union. ***** Michael Robbins and a team of lawyers visited. They talked a lot about how the estate was to be divided. I didn't care. I had come to the house Bolognia with nothing. I would have been content to leave the same way. But I would not. I would leave a very wealthy young man. "Oh," Michael said, "I thought you would want to know that your mother has decided not to pursue custody of your siblings. They are cleared to be adopted by the families that are caring for them. Barb wanted visitation rights, which the families were happy to give. So things worked out." He handed me my new identity and told me that William would drive me to the airport and see me on to my final destination. I nodded. "Kevin," Michael started. "I know," I said, "I can never come back and I can never see my brothers and sisters again." He nodded. We shook hands and he wished me well. ******* The house on Martha's Vineyard is nothing like the Bolognia home in Chicago. I wish I could describe it to you but William is already displeased that I have committed as much as I have to paper. But I will tell you this. When we arrived we were quite surprised to find Fran here. William pretended, and still does, that she was a nuisance and bother. "How did you?" "Oh come now William Prescott," Fran said getting that annoyed mother look, "You think you were the only one trusted in the Bolognia household. I should be a calling you `fool!'" I guess that's how some express their love for one another. I laughed. So, if you get to Martha's Vineyard and there see a feisty old couple bickering at their slightly amused teenaged son, wave; and if he winks back at you, you'll know it's me -- And that I'm happy. - Kevin ***** Afterword I started writing Kevin to deal with some issues from my youth. I won't go into the details of my own life but I do want to address some of the storyline. First, some complained about the descriptive sex in the first few chapters while others complained about the lack of detailed description in the rest of the story. There are two reasons for this. I will start with the last reason first. Though the stories I write deal with sexual awakening, the stories are not about sex. I write detailed descriptions only when it is important to the character. In the first few chapters every aspect of sexual stimulation was important to Kevin. He wanted to sear it into his memory. Later however, the physical stimulation while not diminished, played a lesser role in his life -- there were other reasons for his bonding. He loved giving pleasure to those he loved; sex was a continuation of the love he already felt. I believe sex is a healthy, even spiritual, expression of one person's love for another. I hope that comes through in the reading. When the story opens, we find young Kevin alone and on the streets of Philadelphia. Some have written to express the power and fear of the beginning. Some feared that some young reader would come across the story and think it's OK to get in a car with a stranger. I do not mean to suggest this. The world is far too dangerous a place to be so careless. That warning being given let me say that the child you see in the first chapter is me. No, everything in the chapter is not true but a great deal of it is. I know what it is like to be cold, afraid and alone on the streets. I know what it is like to have a mother like Barb. I know what it is like to be abused by a man like Chuck and I know what it is like to be loved by a man like Tony. Most important, however, I have learned that life has a way of turning hopelessness into expectation, misery to joy, and tragedy into triumph. I hope you see these things in Kevin's life, and in your own, as I have seen them in mine. There are some folks I would like to thank. First to my life partner, who taught me to be what I really am, thank you. Without your gentle encouragement I could have never come so far. Thank you for your gentle rebuke when I am not being true to myself. I love you. To JC, I love you my friend and son. To DW, what can I say that I have not whispered to you a thousand times? You have been an encouragement and inspiration. Thanks for not allowing me to give up. To David at Nifty, thanks for your patience; thanks for allowing the numerous reposts, edits and corrections: thanks for creating, and maintaining, the vehicle that allows so many to explore the depth of the human condition. To C, who asked, "When are you going to finish Kevin?" To Pops, and GK, for taking on the task of editing and re-editing this and all my works. And to the hundreds and hundreds of you that e-mailed and waited patiently over the last year for the story's conclusion: Thank you. Finally, to the Kevins out there I say, "you are loved. Never give up, always be who you are." To the Tonys and Maries and Vinces and Antonios: Thank you. And now I leave you with that little limerick that began the story: To my father - who I never knew To my mother I hope you understand To the child - I'll always be To the man - I hope I am. I am always, Tom Cup *********************************************************************** Send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com Now available exclusively at the Tom Cup Library: Kevin Part 3 - Donna: This serial story surrounds the younger sister of Kevin. Barb, Chuck and Kevin have all left their imprints on this young girl's life. Can she overcome the hurt and pains left behind from the tragic events surrounding her life? Will Kevin resurface against Antonio's wishes? Become a Tom Cup Library member today! To support this and other stories by Tom Cup, join the Tom Cup Library at: http://tomcup.iscool.net. ***********************************************************************