Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004 12:02:51 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: My Symon By Rick Lawton - Chapter 2 - 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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I went downstairs. Maybe some television would help me relax, or at least take my mind off of the kid. What bothered me the most was the effect Symon had on me. It was disturbing. I'm not a believer in love at first sight. Hell, more like lust at first sight. But this kid did something to me, and I wasn't sure if I like it. I heard a knock on the door. I glanced at the kitchen clock -- 2:03am. Who the fuck would be coming around at this hour? It had better not be Kerry (my best friend), though he's been known to stragger to my place after a night of drinking. "Who is it?" I ask as I enter the foyer. "Mr. Lawton... er, Rick? It's Symon." Symon? I unlock the door and open it up. The sight in front of me got me instantly hard. Symon was shirtless, wore only cut-off shorts, with scruffy running shoes. His chest was smooth, with the most perfect set of round pink nipples I had ever seen. How I wanted to lick those coin-shaped tits of his. How I wanted to take him in my arms and make love to him. "I'm sorry to bother you so late Rick. Can I come in?" "Sure, of course," I said as I moved aside so he could come in. He removed his shoes without my asking, and I closed the door. He smelled of sweat; his scent was a pheromone driving me wild. My heart began to beat faster, my breathing became labored, and I swear my cock was about to explode out of my boxers. Thank goodness I was wearing a robe. "Symon, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live? Do you realize what time it is? Is everything okay?" The questions just rolled out of my mouth. Shut up Lawton!! Don't scare the kid; just remain calm. "Yeah, I do know the time. But I had to see you," he turned towards me, smiled and put his arms on my hips. "Symon, what are you-?" He wouldn't let me finish. He moved up against me and kissed me, full on the mouth. I melted. For a moment we stood simply kissing with our mouths closed, but the passion inside me released, my mouth opened and took his tongue inside. My arms wrapped themselves around his naked back, and I drew him as close to my body as possible. Our tongues danced together, as if dueling to prove are passions. My hands explored every contour of his strong back. They caressed his smooth, silky skin. I grabbed his shoulders and my hands made their way down to his shorts. I learned quickly that Symon was no virgin. For his part, he was as aggressive with me as I was with him. He quickly untied my robe's belt, and tore off my robe to expose my body. My cock was totally erect, and had escaped from my shorts. But he didn't care. As we continued to kiss, to engulf our mouths with each other's tongues, he explored my body, moving his hands in a methodological way, exploring my back and shoulders, and playfully teasing my ass crack with his hand as he made his way below the waist band of my boxers. We were still standing in the foyer when I broke the kiss, and silently led Symon into the living room. We stood in front of the couch, and there I lifted him up and sat him on my lap as I sat down, and we continued to kiss. It was as if we were meant to be together, we were meant for this moment. For a moment, we stopped kissing and my hands made their way to his pecs. I caressed his muscles, tweaked his nipples. Symon leaned back and arched himself, taking in my touch. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, I saw that. His blue-green eyes sparkled with my every movement, my every touch. Symon got up from my lap and stood up in front of me. I was touching his legs and inner thighs and noticed a slight fuzziness. He had the slightest growth of hair on his legs, but because of the blond color, it was almost impossible to see. He kept looking at me, wanting me, and then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his shorts, and seductively let them fall from his narrow hips. He stepped out of the shorts and my hands immediately went to his ass cheeks. As I squeezed his bubble butt, in front of me was the most perfect cock I had ever seen. Surrounded by a short patch of dark blond hair, his beautiful dick stood straight at attention. Symon was larger than I had even dared imagine, but not too large. He was cut; his dickhead glistened with pre-cum. That is what drove me over the edge. Without blinking, I took my tongue and flicked his cock head, teasing it while tasting his boy juice. Symon moaned and put his hands on both of my shoulders, egging me on. I then took his entire cock into my mouth and started to suck him. It was glorious. The taste of his cum, the smell of his sweat, the pubes tickling my nose. I took the entire length into my mouth first, and then slowly made my way back to the head. Once there, I licked and kissed his cock, and made my way down the outside of his shaft, licking it before getting to the base, where I had his balls cupped in one of my hands, while the other continued to explore his ass. "Oh Rick suck my cock. Oh yeah man. Do it!" I loved hearing his voice as I continued to pleasure him. His cock tasted incredible, and I wanted it more than anything. I hadn't even taken the time to touch my own cock, which itself was leaking pre-cum like never before. But at that point I didn't care about my needs. I just cared about my wants. And what I wanted was Symon. Symon moved his hands to the back of my head, and took my hair between his fingers and started to move my head back and forth, so that my mouth was moving up and down his cock. He was totally immersed in what we were doing, as was I. His cock was incredible, and I swear I felt it get bigger and thicker as I continued to suck and lick his shaft. I let go of his balls and grabbed both ass cheeks this time, squeezing them hard as I continued to suck his cock. He was in heaven, moaning and groaning as I continued to assault his dick. At one point I got bold and started to feel my way up and down his ass crack. He was totally smooth here, and because of the sweat, it lubed my fingers to the point where I was able to get to his hole and tease it easily with my fingertips. This drove him over the edge. I felt Symon tense up. I knew what was about to happen, and prepared myself for his onslaught. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk, aaarrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh," and with that he let his juice explode down my throat. I didn't want to miss a single drop and tried my best to swallow as fast as he was cumming. The taste was sweet nectar. I took it all, every single bit of his boy juice. It washed down my throat like some magical elixir. I was in heaven. With his non-withering cock still inside my mouth, Symon shook a few times and relaxed his grip on my head, until he let go. I grudgingly let his cock out of my mouth and said "Don't move. I'll get a towel to clean up." I went upstairs to the linen closet and grabbed the first towel I saw, and then with a grin on my face, came back down to find the living room empty. I called out, "Symon, where are you?" but knew in my heart where he had gone. Dejectedly I went to the foyer and found the front door ajar. It was then that I realized what I had done. ************ "Rick, relax. Everything will be okay." The words of wisdom came from my best friend Kerry, who handed me a beer from my fridge at four in the morning. I called him and woke him and his wife from a hard-earned sleep. Kerry's wife had given birth to their second child just a few weeks before, and the baby was finally giving them a quiet night. That is, until I called. "How can I relax, Ker? I gave an underage kid a blowjob, which freaked him out and caused him to run the fuck away from my place as fast as he could. I'm in big trouble." Kerry Hactor is this great guy, and my very first male crush. We met in high school, and I was immediately drawn to him. Everything about him made my heart skip - his good looks, dark hair and light eyes, his amazing body, awesome chest and pecs, flat stomach, and an ass to die for. Unfortunately for me, Kerry was straight, and I was never successful in my conquest of him. To be honest, I didn't try that hard. When we met, it was at a time when I didn't know what gay or straight really meant. I was just a horny kid desperately trying to get off as often as I could. Years later, Kerry told me he was the same way; he just happened to get off on women. But Kerry and I grew closer and closer as we grew older, and eventually became like brothers. He knows my darkest secrets, and I know his (he's quite boring, to be honest with you). That's why when I came out, Kerry was the first person I told. And I will never forget what he said to me... "Big deal, I've known you're gay for years. Now where do you want to go for dinner?" I loved him with all my heart. And that's why I called him after Symon left. Kerry would know what to do. "Rick, my advice is to just forget it. He was probably looking to get a blow job, which you gave him without his having to ask. He's a kid, he's horny, and he wanted to get off. Does that remind you of anyone?" I smirked and said, "But I didn't go knocking on a stranger's door at two in the morning and get them to suck my cock." "Yeah but you were thinking it," he said. I couldn't help myself - I started to laugh hysterically. Damn he was right, which was the norm with Kerry. He laughed with me, and I felt so much better. We finished off our beers and I gave him a big hug before he left. "Thanks man," I said, "for everything." "You're welcome. Now don't ever call me this early again," he winked before leaving. The townhouse never felt so empty and I never felt so alone. ************ During the next few days, I was in a total fog. Everything I did seemed so routine - I'd get up, shower, go to work, spend the day getting yelled at, come home, make dinner, watch television, and then go to bed. I didn't even jerk off, something I would do on a regular basis. I couldn't concentrate on anything at all. Well, that's not entirely true. I did concentrate on one thing. Symon. I had a million questions, and absolutely no answers. Who was this kid? Why did he affect me the way that he has? Why did he show up at two in the morning? And why did he take off after letting me give him a blow job? Was he embarrassed? Ashamed? Did he just use me? I had no answers to my questions, but I did know one thing - I wanted to see him again, and I wanted to be with him again. What I didn't want to do was to embarrass myself, or do anything that would scare Symon off again. Thursday night came around and as I started to look for something to make dinner, it hit me that I didn't have anything in the fridge. I had run out of milk, eggs, bread, butter, and other staples. And with a start, I found myself dreading the visit to Casey's. Not that I was afraid to run into Symon - he only worked on the weekends. But I was afraid that Symon had told Jim or some of his co-workers about what had happened. That's all I needed - a bunch of kids figuring out one of their loyal customers was a kid-blowing fag. As I got to the market, I saw a few cars in the parking lot, but as usual, it was a quiet Thursday evening, which was one of the reasons why I liked shopping there. I didn't have to fight any lines. "Hey Mr. Lawton, how are you?" said Bobby, one of the kids who was always working at the meat counter. "Good Bobby, thanks. Can I get a T-bone please?" "Sure thing. It will be a few minutes. Want to continue shopping and come back?" he asked. "Great, thanks," I answered with a smile and headed down an aisle to collect the other items I needed. I smiles realizing I had nothing to worry about. Symon hadn't told anyone what had happened. If he had, Bobby would have said something - I'm sure of it. I found the supplies I needed, and also stuff I didn't - chips, chocolate, soda, beer - but hell, I was feeling good and was in the mood for junk food. My final stop before going back to pick up my meat order was the frozen food section. "Hey Mr. Lawton, how's it going," asked Jim, who was coming out of the frozen food aisle as I approached. Here would be the test. Did Symon say something to Jim? "Doing well Jim. How's everything here?" Jim smiled. "Can't complain, thanks. Though we have a problem with one of the delivery trucks, got to get into the backroom. See you later." He walked hurriedly into the back area of the market. I felt a huge release of tension letting go of my shoulders. Not realizing I had been holding my breath, I took a huge lungful of air and let it out slowly. Relieved that Symon hadn't said anything to anyone, I started to walk down the aisle where all the frozen foods were, and didn't even notice the stockboy in the heavy coat and gloves filling up the freezers about a quarter of the way down the aisle. I was too busy looking at french fries and frozen pizza, and didn't even realize I was about to bump into the palette filled with frozen vegetables until it was too late. "Shit!" I exclaimed, totally startled by my actions. "That's okay Rick." Hearing those words spoken by him made me tremble with excitement (or was it nervousness - I wasn't sure). But as I slowly looked up into his blue-green eyes, my heart began to beat faster than ever before, I felt a shortness of breath, and a stirring in my shorts. There he was, working the frozen food aisle, wearing a heavy coat and gloves to keep him warm while he loaded frozen peas and carrots in the freezers. There was my Symon. ********************************************************************** 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!