Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:39:31 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 3 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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Once again, thank you for your support, and as always, your e-mail is much appreciated. ************************************************************************ To support this and other stories by Tom Cup, join the Tom Cup Library at: http://tomcup.iscool.net *********************************************************************** Kevin Chapter 3 By Tom Cup When I woke in the morning, I was alone. The room was dark with the curtains closed but I could make out the morning light through a narrow slit. I scanned the room to find it empty. I got up and went into the bathroom to look for the clothes I left there the night before; they were gone. Great, I thought, now what am I suppose to do? I'm here, naked, in a hotel room. I sat on the bed with tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I get kicked out of my house; then meet a guy who takes me to a hotel, treats me real nice; and then leaves me naked and alone after I do everything he asks. I didn't know what to do and was crying silent sobs with my back to the door when it opened. It was Tony. He stopped with the door half opened looking at me. I must have been a sight. Sitting on the bed, naked, and crying like a baby. "Hey," he said, "Didn't mean to scare you or nothing. Just thought you could use some new things." As it turned out, Tony only took my clothes so he would know what size to buy. I didn't care about the clothes though. Not at that moment. I got up and ran into his arms. For the first time I realized how lonely I really was. Or maybe it was how much I was afraid of being alone. Anyway, I was glad he was back and held on to him for dear life. Tony laughed and said, "Hey, it's OK kid. I ain't gonna just up and leave you nowhere. And certainly not with no clothes. OK?" I nodded as he wiped the tears away and gently kissed me. Tony and I left early that morning. I didn't really know where we were going and it didn't really matter. I guess if I were older I might have been more concerned. But when you are twelve, and have just been kicked out of your house, and picked up by a guy that is taking care of you; you don't ask a lot of questions. Anyway, I didn't. When we stopped for lunch the waitress asked if I was Tony's son. Tony nodded and she went on about how cute I was. It was kinda weird really. We drove on and I slept in the car for a long time. I woke up when the car stopped. I look around and we were in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. "Where are we?" I asked. "Welcome to the Windy City," Tony replied. OK, OK so I am not the brightest kid in the world. I didn't know where that was. Tony laughed and told me we were in Chicago. He also told me that we needed to keep up appearances when we were in public together. He said that I should call him dad, pop, or something like that. That didn't bother me at all. Shit, every new boyfriend my mom got was "dad" after the first night she slept with him; so that was OK with me. Anyway, we checked into the hotel and had dinner. This time I wasn't afraid at all. I was hard all through dinner wondering if we would do again what we did the first night we were together. I kept looking over at Tony trying to see if he had a hard-on too. But I couldn't tell. After the food was all put away, Tony said that he needed a shower and started to undress as he headed for the bathroom. When he got to the door he turned and said, "You coming?" I jumped up nodding and followed him. Tony washed me all over that night. God, it felt good to have someone bathing me; with the warm water and soap being smeared over my body, I was hard the whole time even though Tony wasn't. He gently rubbed the soap all over me. It was driving me crazy cause he was touching me everywhere except my cock. He ran his hand down the crack of my ass to my balls; between my thighs; over and over again he soaped my chest and nipples. I was leaking in the warm water when he final began soaping my dick. He washed my shaft and cleaned around and beneath the head. When he did that I thought I was going to orgasm but he stopped; washed himself quickly, rinsed, and stopped the shower. He smiled at me, picked me up still dropping wet, and took me to the bed. He laid me on the bed closest to the bathroom. He began licking my chest and dried it with his tongue. Then he licked my underarms dry. That drove me crazy cause I'm a little ticklish. He dried my arms, licked my hands and fingers. Then he licked my stomach and went down real close to my dick but licked the inside of my thighs instead. I lay there and just let him have me. It all felt so good. When he came back up my leg and took my balls in his mouth, I had to grab my cock. I couldn't help it. But Tony looked up with a smile and said, "Not yet," and moved my hand away. He pushed both my legs up in the air and I felt his tongue sliding up and down my ass crack. I moaned and closed my eyes. Tony licked and tongued my ass, and balls, for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he slipped his tongue inside of my hole. I jump a little at this but soon relax and felt him pushing it in and out of me. Can you understand how this was making me feel? My cock was on fire. I was warm all over. Every part of my body, inside and out, was sending out waves of pleasure. I wanted to jack off. I wanted to be rocked by the orgasm that was on hold because of Tony's command. "Please," I whispered. Tony looked up and let my legs drop. "You want me to bring you off?" he teased. "Please," I whispered again, "I can't take anymore." Tony smiled. He took his finger and slid it in my ass. My cock jumped. His head went down and his mouth covered my cock. I began to buck as he finger fucked me. I didn't know what to do. My ass and cock were both sending me wave after wave of sexual pleasure. The warmth and wetness of Tony's mouth was driving me crazy. The hardness of the finger sliding in and out of my ass was driving me crazy. The thought that I was getting sucked and finger fucked by a man, and free to enjoy it, was driving me crazy. I wanted to cum forever. I wanted to have sex none stop for the rest of my life. I pumped and ground my ass, and cock, as Tony massaged my inner-ass while sucking me. The tension was mounting. My cock was as hard as it could be. I was thrashing freely on the bed. Tony began sucking me harder. His finger pushed further in me. I felt that sudden flash. "Aaaaaaah!" I screamed. And Tony continued to suck my pulsating cock and to finger fuck me as my ass muscle clamped down on his finger and my cock leapt up shooting my youthful sperm into his mouth. Please send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com