Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004 11:54:32 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: My Symon By Rick Lawton - Chapter 1 - A/Y Copyright 2000-2004 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 alternative 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. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************************************************** What's New at TomCup.com? 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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ********************************************************************** The Paratwa Partnership, Inc. is a publication and marketing agency and is not responsible for the content of the Tom Cup Library, TomCup.com or its affiliate sites, or stories written by Mr. Cup or his associates. ********************************************************************** My Symon By Rick Lawton ricklawton@tomcup.com Chapter 1 The window was open, and a slight breeze made its way into the room, ruffling the curtains. The moonlight shone softly into the room. I awoke from a wonderful dream, and wondered for a bit where I was and what I was doing. My right arm and hand were both numb and for an instant I panicked, wondering why I couldn't feel them. And then my memory came rushing back, and I smiled, turned my head to the right, and allowed my eyes to feast upon the beauty that lay beside me, his hand clasp tightly in mine, his naked body shining from the moonlight. My angel, my lover, my Symon. *** *** *** *** *** *** At thirty-four years old, I work as a Financial Advisor, which means I stare at a lot of numbers all day; and more often than not, get yelled at by clients that complain I am not making them as much money as I should. I live in the suburbs of the city; I work downtown so why should I live there? My life is pretty boring. Yes, I did sow my oats and fucked as much ass as I could in my late teens and all through my twenties, but as I turned thirty, I couldn't help but wonder if I was missing something; or more specifically, if I was missing someone. I had never had a long-term relationship with anyone. My idea of a long-term relationship was having sex twice with the same guy. To be honest, the idea of being part of a couple was tempting, though I often wondered if my idea of being part of a couple was impossible. I have friends who live with their boyfriends, and have what they call a relationship, but all of them have "open" relationships, which to this day I cannot understand. Sure, they've told me how an open relationship allows both guys to fool around and not feel guilty about it, or how a relationship tends gets boring and stale after a while; so they go out and have fun with other guys. My question has always been why are you in a relationship to begin with if all you are doing is fucking other guys? They never could explain it to me. But I digress. I work hard during the week, and just want to take it easy on the weekends. That means I stay home and watch movies, go out with friends to dinner, go see a show, or a concert. I hardly ever go to the clubs or out dancing anymore. I just don't care for that scene. I don't like coming home smelling of cigarette smoke, and I don't drink. Besides, the guys that I find attractive always turn me down. I'm tired of feeling worthless. So why bother? If you're wondering what kind of guys I find attractive... I like the twenty-something crowd: twinks. "Rick," I can hear you scream, "Those guys aren't worth it! They're idiots. Go for real guys!!" And all I can say is, "That's what I find attractive." Not that I've ever been to bed with a twink before, because I haven't. That is, until I met Symon. *** *** *** *** *** *** I go to the market every Thursday evening to buy my groceries. I hate those big superstores, which are always busy, where you can never find a decent parking space. I've been going to a particular market ever since I moved into my townhouse, a little over a year ago. Yes, some of the male employees are cute, but they are also teenagers. I don't know for sure but I can imagine most are under 18 and still in high school, but a guy can still look, right? One Sunday afternoon I was in the mood for tacos and frozen daiquiris, but I didn't have any of the ingredients to make either. So I head to my local grocery store to buy a few things. It was a trip that would change my life. I started down the vegetable and fruit aisle and made my way to the meat section, and started to fill my cart with what I needed to make dinner. I then turned into the next aisle and totally froze. There, in front of me, was an angel. No, not an angel. A God. A miracle. He was stacking shelves. He was wearing the green apron the employees all wear, blue jeans, white sneakers and a white shirt. His hair was dirty blond, and he wore it in a messy look. As I turned into the aisle, he turned toward me, smiled, and kept stacking shelves. It was the smile that stopped me in my tracks. My heart began racing. My hands, clasped tightly to my shopping cart, and turned white. My arms began shaking. I began to sweat. What the fuck was happening? Come on Lawton, get a fucking grip. "Sir, are you alright?" the stock boy asked, stopping what he was doing and walking over to me. I shook my head and grinned, "Yeah, sorry. Not sure what happened there. It must be the heat or something." "Okay. If you need any help, please let me know. My name is Symon," he said as he returned to stacking shelves. Oh Lord, help me! He was beautiful. He was perfect. He was everything I had ever dreamed about. He had the most gorgeous blue-green eyes, the most perfect set of teeth, and the most luscious of lips. He was damn polite too, and concerned about me! Wait a sec -- did he just call me SIR? Shit, there goes that dream. Sir! He called me Sir. You know what that means Lawton? That means you're old enough to be his father: and right away images of prison and fat guys named Bubba came dancing in my head. "Um, actually Symon, I do need a bit of help," I said, trying desperately not to look desperate, "I'm making tacos tonight, and I don't remember where the spices are kept." He smiled again, and I felt my knees go weak and my legs begin to buckle. I'd been around the block and then some, and never has any guy ever had an effect on me the way Symon did. "I can show you where everything is. What kind of spices do you like to use? I love tacos myself, and have tried cumin. Ever try it?" he asked, leading me away from the aisle and into the back aisle of the market. "Sir?" I wasn't even listening. I was staring at this god walking in front of me: checking him out, and watching the way he walked, the way his perfect ass moved under those jeans. "Oh, sorry Symon. I apologize if I seem like I'm not listening. It's been a long day." LAME Rick. Really lame! So much for thinking on my feet. "No problem. I totally understand. Here you go," he said, presenting me with the full supply of various spices. "Thank you for your help Symon. I really appreciate it." "No problem Sir. Have a good one," he said. I will now that I've met you. I thought. I continued my shopping, but my mind kept wandering back to this kid, this total stranger, with whom I felt some sort of connection. I was kidding myself. There was no such connection. But it was nice to fantasize one into existence. Such is the life of a single guy. When I got to the cashier, the manager, with whom I am friendly (no, just friends) started to chat with me as he put my food order into paper bags. "So how are things going in the fast lane, Mr. Lawton?" "Jim, same-o, same-o. I'm really thinking about changing careers. I just don't have the drive anymore." Jim smiled. "Come work for me. Hours are great. People are terrific. And I'm a cool boss!" I laughed. "Thanks, I may take you up on that. Speaking of working for you, who's the new guy, Symon?" I asked. "Oh, you've met Symon, have you?" he said with a grin. . "He was nice enough to help me find something. Good kid." "Yeah he is," said Jim. "He's been working here for 6 months, but only on the weekends. Since you only shop during the week, it's not surprising you've just met him." " Don't they have laws for employing underage kids?" I laughed. I wanted to know Symon's age. Actually I wanted to know everything about him. Damn Rick... calm down! "As long as you have a Social Security Number, it's fine. Besides Symon is turning eighteen in a few weeks, but he does look younger than that." I grinned and nodded. Almost eighteen... Well, that's one less thing to worry about. "Symon, can you help Mr. Lawton with his food order please?" asked Jim, giving him a quick wink. I didn't even notice Symon was around. "Sure Jim." I thanked Jim for his help and led Symon out of the market and to my car, where I helped him place the bags in my trunk. As he put the final bag away, I pulled out two one-dollar bills and handed them to him. "Thanks Mr. Lawton," said Symon, giving me that incredible smile once again. "You're welcome Symon. And please, call me Rick, okay?" "Sure thing Rick." He turned and walked back to the market. I watched him go. As he reached the front door, he turned toward me and winked. ********************************************************************** Send comments to: ricklawton@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or from Tom Cup.com. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for publication and release in paperback in the Spring of 2004. Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com!