Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 11:12:49 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: My Symon By Rick Lawton - Chapter 3 - 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 3 "That's okay Rick." I was speechless and dumbstruck. What was he doing here, working on a Thursday night? Why was he looking at me with those beautiful eyes, staring right into my soul? What has he done to me? "Sorry Symon," I said meekly, apologizing more for freaking him out the other night than bumping into the palette of frozen food. "I should have watched where I was going." "It's okay, really," he said softly, removing his gloves and coming around the palette to face me. "How are you?" How am I??? What, is he kidding??? "Er, fine, thanks. Um, how are you?" "Good, thanks. Um^Å I guess I have some explaining to do^Å" and he left his voice trail off. "Don't be silly, you don't have any explaining to do. Really!" I said this more forcefully than I had intended, and I saw the effect it had on Symon. He appeared hurt. "Well, good," he said. "I've gotta get back to work," and he turned around, put the gloves back on and went back to stocking the freezer. And I just stood there like an idiot, totally hating myself for not explaining myself better. But what should I have done? Told him how much I had missed him? Told him how much I needed him, or how I was falling in love with him? Yeah, great idea, Lawton. Let's freak him out even more than I was freaking myself out. I left the frozen food aisle and went to the checkout counter. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. I walked quickly with my parcels to my car, and started putting the paper bags away when I heard his voice once again. "Mr. Lawton, you forgot your t-bone," said Symon as he came up behind me, clutching a clear plastic bag. "Jim said to tell you he'll get the money from you next time." He held the bag out for me. "Thank you," was all I could say and reached for the bag, but Symon dropped his hand holding the steak and reached with his free hand to grab mine. "Rick," he began slowly, not holding me tight, but sending electricity down my arm and all through my body, "The other night was incredible. Thank you." And he let me go. I just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. He was waiting for some response from me; some sign to tell him it was okay. "Yes, it was incredible for me too," I whispered, looking up into his eyes and then quickly away. He was staring right into my very soul. "Good. Because we have a lot of unfinished business to take care of," he said, giving me the steak and walking back to the store. *** *** *** *** *** *** The humidity we were experiencing finally broke Saturday night, and the skies opened and God's wrath fell upon us. The rain was heavier than I had seen it in a long time, and lightning kept the wet city shining, as the thunderous clap of God kept me awake. I love weather like this. It's as if our sins are being washed away, and in the morning, the sun will shine and all will be right in the world. I had the windows open throughout the townhouse, allowing a wonderfully cool cross breeze to fill the rooms. In weather like this, I would just sit on the steps with a cold beer and listen. I'd listen to the rain as it drummed down on the roof. I'd listen to the thunder as it escaped the skies and came crashing down on the world. I'd listen to the wind as it made its way from one end of the townhouse to the other. The coolness of the rooms made me shiver, though I wasn't cold. It was refreshing. As I sat there enjoying the weather and my beer, I saw a shadow cross in front of my living room windows, and then came a knock on the door. What fool would brave this type of weather and come around? Was Kerry drunk again? I got up, put my beer on the landing, and went to open the door. Standing in the rain, drenched from head to foot, was Symon. We just stood there, staring at each other, no words spoken. He entered the house and we passionately embraced and began to kiss. All thought was banished from me. All I wanted was him, to feel him beside me, to be with him completely. I kicked the door closed as my hands made their way down his wet shirt, grabbing hold of it and lifting it over his arms. We broke our kiss for only a moment and then our tongues began ravishing each other again. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I lifted him up by his legs. I could feel his enlarged cock trying to escape its prison, and mine was trying to do the same. We continued kissing, our tongues engaged in sword play, duelling with each other. I broke the kiss long enough to start nibbling on Symon's ear and neck. I teased his ear with my mouth's muscle and began licking the smooth skin till I met his shoulders. There I began biting his skin lovingly. The taste was incredible. It was so perfect. As I assaulted Symon's neck and shoulders, he threw his head back and yelled "Take me, Rick! NOW!!" I continued kissing him and began to walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I didn't care how old he was or if he ran out on me again. I wanted him and he wanted me. Suddenly there was a tremendous clap of thunder and a streak of lightning that lit the entire house. With a start I sat up, sweat trickling down my face and back. "Symon?" I asked in the dark. But as I gazed over to the other side of my bed, it was empty. On my night stand stood three empty beer bottles. The clock read 4:14 am. I sat up for a few minutes, trying to get myself oriented with where I was, and what had happened. After being handed the steak by Symon, after hearing his words, I drove home and began to drink, without eating dinner. I must have staggered upstairs drunk, because I was still wearing the clothes I wore when I went to the market. My visions of Symon took shape because of my encounter with him in the frozen food aisle and again outside in the parking lot. What had this kid done to me? And why was I so afraid to find out the answer? ********************************************************************** 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. 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