Date: Sun, 23 May 2004 15:19:00 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: Stephen Miller's Journal by Tom Cup - Chapter 13 A/Y - Incest 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. 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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. ********************************************************************** Stephen Miller's Journal By Tom Cup Chapter 13 How I Have Changed I was surprised by my answers to my parents about the time I had spent in Philadelphia. I wasn't surprised that I lied, but I was surprised at how well I lied. The stories I told them began to materialize on the bus ride. There were certain things I didn't want to tell them. I told myself that it was for Jon and Robbie's protection that I was omitting my sexual contact with them from my parents. I knew it would be enough of a shock for them to learn that I had been forced to do "gay things," I didn't want to add the whole pedophilia angle to the story to boot. But by the time I stepped off the bus, I knew I wouldn't be telling them much of anything about what had happened to me. Dr. Ritten's words kept echoing in my mind, reminding me that I had willingly took the first steps with Jon and Robbie. I couldn't deny that. And I couldn't deny that what happened in the garden at the Halloween party happened because I wanted it to happen. The more I though about my time at the Ritten house the more I realized that I like what had happened there. I resisted only to the point of using my resistance to excite me more. That had been true with Robbie. I wanted him the moment I laid eyes on him. So why did I resist when he offered himself to me. I resisted because it added excitement to the game. Ultimately it made the experience sexually more satisfying for me. The only concern I had was with the absence of Mrs. Ritten. But that mystery was about to be answered. Her face, red with potential release, with hands around her throat, teeth clenched, demanding that she be fucked harder, that she be choked harder, raced through my mind. I felt ashamed that my cock popped hard. Those may have been the last moments of a dead woman and I was getting a hard on. "Yes she wanted it that way," I thought, and whispered unknowingly. "I'm sorry," said the woman sitting next to me, as she tried disparately to calm her young son who was bouncing in the seat just across the aisle from her. "Oh," I answered, "Just thinking out loud. I couldn't help eyeing her. I had changed. No longer was I the shy introvert scared of his sexual desires, but neither was I a predator seeking to fill an untamable hungry; no I had become something else. A connoisseur of sexual delights, unashamed, tasting both that which was refined by tradition and that which was forbidden out of ignorance. "Jared stop it," the woman said to the boy. The boy smiled and continued bouncing to the dismay of the elderly woman sitting next to him. "Why don't you let him sit with me?" I offered, "he won't bother me. I know how boys are, I used to be one." "Oh," she said, "would you mind terribly. He's been acting like this since his father left us a year and a half ago." "Not a problem," I said, "My name's Stephen." "Oh, Molly. My name's Molly and this is Jared." With some effort she managed to get Jared into the seat next to me. He began to bounce immediately. I laid my hand on his thigh, just below his crotch. He froze in his seat, staring at my hand. I leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Be a good boy, Jared. There's no need to be an asshole just because you can." He squirmed in his seat but sat back. My hand rested in his lap. His mother smiled and closed her eyes. Jared's eyes met mine. He looked over at his mother and the woman he had been annoying with his bouncing. Both had their eyes closed, finally getting some rest. His eyes moved to my hand and then back to my eyes. I smiled. Rose colored his cheeks and I felt his cock stir in his pants. His ass rose from the seat and he squeezed his legs together trying to be inconspicuous about adjusting himself. I leaned over and whispered: "Now, you see. You were being such an asshole for nothing. It feels better to sit here next to me doesn't it?" He nodded. "Be a good boy and later I'll give you a little treat." "OK,' he whispered. I removed my hand, lay back in my seat and closed my eyes. A moment later, I felt Jared entwine his hand in mine. When I woke it was dark. Jared was gently shaking my hand. "I have to use the bathroom," he whispered. I nodded and looked over at his mother. She was sound asleep. We were two rows from the back of the bus where the toilet was located. We both squeezed inside. I could feel him shaking as he stood in front of me. "How old are you Jared?" I asked as I unbuckled his pants. "Ten," he said, "Well, almost." I unzipped his pants, thumbed them with his underpants and pushed them to the floor. "Don't be frightened," I said, "It's OK." "I'm not frightened," he said. I grabbed his cock and aimed it for him. He pushed, forcing his spray into the toilet. I stroked his balls as he finished relieving himself. He reached for his pants and underwear and pulled them on. "Aren't you going to piss?" he asked. "No," I said, "we've been in here long enough." "Aw, I want to see yours." I chuckled. "You'll get your chance at the next rest stop. That is, if you're a good boy. OK." "OK. I like you Stephen." "I like you Jared." As we arrived at our seats, Molly was waking. She wore a puzzled expression. I motioned to the toilet. She rolled her eyes, nodded, and then closed her eyes in sleep. Jared tugged on my shirt as I began to take my seat. "Can I sit by the window?" "Sure," I said. For the next two and a half hours, I kept one eye on Molly and one hand between Jared's legs, giving him the attention he craved. At the rest station, Molly excused herself to the ladies room with the assurance from me that I would keep an eye on Jared. I stood with my hand on his shoulder watching Molly enter the door, as Jared had his eyes glued to me. "OK," I said, "Let's go." We used the handicapped stall at the far end of the restroom. I couldn't believe how calm I was. I felt like I was a father with his son, or at least a big brother with his little brother in tow. I made no big deal of sharing a toilet with him, nor did I make any excuses. I simply did it. We both relieved ourselves to begin with, Jared paying close attention to my cock. As we pissed I ran my hand through his hair. He leaned into me as our golden streams mingled. As we finished our piss, he reached over and began groping my cock. Our eyes met. He smiled up at me as I smiled down at him. I allowed him to play with me until I was hard. He was fascinated by my cock. I found myself wishing that someone had allowed me to explore a cock when I was his age. Maybe I wouldn't have had so many hang ups for so long. Maybe I would have been able to accept what I had at the Ritten house sooner. "We have to go," I whispered. He nodded, gave my cock a final squeeze and reached for his pants. His cock stood achingly rigid. "Just a minute," I whispered. I pulled my pants up, zipped and buttoned them. Then I lifted Jared so he was standing on the toilet seat, his cock a little lower than my mouth. I motioned to him to remain silent. He nodded, and I slipped his cock into my mouth. His gasp and the sudden tenseness of his body told me that he had never experienced such pleasure before. I sucked him quickly and deliberately. His hands were tight on my shoulders, squeezing them as his pleasure increased. And then, he trembled. I held onto his ass cheeks. His cock jumped in my mouth. Air escaped his lungs. And he collapsed on top of me. His eyes were glazed as I zipped and buckled him. His cheeks flushed. We washed silently in the sink, eyeing each other in the mirror. Before we exited the bathroom, he hugged me. Molly and Jared exited the bus at the next stop. Molly gave me her address and phone number and said that I was welcome to stop by any time. "Anyone that can get Jared behave is always welcomed," she laughed. "Please say you'll come," Jared begged. "Well, I'll call and if you've been good, maybe I'll drop by on the way back to Philadelphia." He smiled and nodded vigorously. I realized that what Dr. Ritten said was true. No one was forcing me to do the things that I was doing. Dr. Ritten wasn't on the bus provoking me into giving Jared a feel, nor was he in the rest stop bathroom ordering me to give Jared his first blowjob. I did those things because I wanted to do them. I also realized that I was returning to Philadelphia. It really didn't matter what was on that tape. I wanted to be a part of Jon and Robbie's lives. Even if their father was a murderer, I didn't care. So when my folks questioned me about my time in Philadelphia, the lies where ready. They rolled free from my lips with such ease that I almost believed them. If it wasn't the self-revelation of the bus trip home, it was the viewing of the tape, that finally convinced me that it was time to return to Philadelphia. Dr. Ritten hadn't killed his wife. The tape made that clear. I understood Jon's cockiness and protectiveness after seeing the tape. I understood Robbie's avoidance of violence. I understood Dr. Ritten's desire to make sure his boys had everything that they desired. I understood why he let me go. He knew that once I saw the tape I'd be theirs forever. Maybe it was a head game. I really don't care. I love Robbie. I couldn't bear to see him put away for an accident. He was so young on the tape; his mother begging him to choke her harder, as he rubbed off between her breasts. Jon had is cock bury in Robbie's ass, fucking him for both of their pleasure. Dr. Ritten was between his wife's legs eating her out. I stroked myself as I watched the tape. My eyes glued to Robbie and Mrs. Ritten's expressions of ecstasy. Jon was getting close. He pounded his cock into Robbie. Mrs. Ritten screamed for more. Robbie's grip increased around her throat. He began to cum. Jon began to cum. Mrs. Ritten began to cum. Her hands reached for Robbie's hands, maybe to loosen the grip. I wasn't sure. Jon was at the height of his orgasm and rammed his cock into Robbie. Robbie and was knocked forward. I saw it. It was an accident. No one realized that as Robbie fell forward in orgasmic bliss he had crushed his mother's windpipe. The tape showed the horror of the discovery. It had been an accident. It had been Robbie. So I returned. I don't know what they did with the body. I have never asked. I really don't care. Dr. Ritten is right. There are a lot of things that one thinks one could never do but one will do if the pleasure is intense enough. The secret we share makes the sexual pleasure all the more intense. I have given myself to the Rittens, I know. I am now a co-conspirator. So what. Tomorrow I leave to pick up Jared. He will be one of the newest initiates. Robbie and Jon are coming with me. How I have changed. End. ********************************************************************** Send comments to: comments@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." 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