Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2003 09:58:31 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Stephen Miller's Journal by Tom Cup - Chapter 2- A/Y, Incest Copyright 2000 - 2003 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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The house was eerily quiet when I woke the next morning. I wondered if I had over slept and reached for my alarm clock. No, it was five-thirty. The alarm had been set for five forty-five. I decided to get up and get an early start. I stripped off my clothes and walked into my bath. It was nice being able to walk nude in my apartment. I smiled. I had always been somewhat of a nudist but living at home had never afforded me the luxury of exploring this side of my personality. I promised myself that I would take advantage of my new living arrangement and live in the buff as much as possible. I stepped into the warm, full, stream of the shower. I loved the fact that the house had good water pressure. I was going to like it here. My mind flashed back to the night before. I wondered how far the boys' experiences had gone. Most likely, I thought, it was nothing more than mutual masturbation. An image of Jon's hand stroking his brother's hard cock flashed through my mind. The warmth of the water and the soapiness of my hand gliding over my body added fire to the vision. I became erect. I looked down on my lengthening penis. I masturbated maybe twice a week, never two days in a row and yet my cock was demanding attention. Jon had called Robby a peeping Tom. I laughed. I was the peeping Tom. I would have loved to have seen the boys in action. My cock jumped. I moved myself into the water, soaped my hand and began sliding it over my member. I thought again about the boys. It was obvious that last night was not their first time together. Their playfulness in front of me, their open affection for one another, the rhythmic noise of their movements, and lack of objections or questions from Robby told me that their activity was probably on-going. I sighed. It would be nice if I had someone to share an occasional orgasm with. I let the water cascade over the stroking of my cock. I shudder. I reached again for the soap. I lathered my hand and then my butt. I ran my soapy hand up and down my crack then slipped a finger into my waiting hole. I couldn't stop thinking of the boys. How far would they go with each other? Were they gay? Probably not, most likely they were just experimenting, just a phase they were going through. I stroked harder with my right hand and probed my ass deeper with my left. What I was most concerned about was not letting either of them know I was gay. I was sure that the Doctor would dismiss me immediately if he suspected. Who wants their sons taken care of by a gay male? I would have to be careful. Maybe I should ask one of the girls in class over to study. That way they would assume that I was dating. It sounded like a good plan. I spread my leg and inserted another finger. I pushed hard into myself. I pumped feverishly into the running water. I shifted once more and let the stream hit my nipples. Yes! Oh god! I pumped my cock and thrust another finger into my ass. My cock twitched and then jumped. I clenched my teeth and forced my hand as far up my ass as I could get it. I nearly fell over as a milky stream leapt from my body. I was panting from the release. I thought once more of the boys. Yes, I would have to be careful. ***** "Good morning Stephen," Robby smiled. "Good morning." I was making breakfast. Dr. Ritten didn't expect me to make breakfast for him but, since I was making it for the boys and myself, I asked him what he would like. He wanted only toast and coffee. He thanked me and took his breakfast to the study for an early start before his first client. For the boys and myself I made French toast with sides of bacon. Their house was equipped well with supplies. I learned that I wouldn't have to cook very often as the Ritten's employed Chef Du Jour; a personal chef and meal delivery service that brought in prepared gourmet meals and restocked their groceries for them. I found wonderful Texas style bread for the French toast and a supply of thick maple flavored bacon. I could get use to this. "Have a good shower?" Robby giggled. "Stop it," Jon scolded. I turned to look at the teens. Robby had a knowing smirk on his face. Jon didn't seem at all amused with his little brother. I wondered if I had called out in the heat of passion. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door because it led only to my room. I remembered the sounds that I heard from Jon's room. Maybe they had heard me. But surely, with the sound of the water running, they could not know I was relieving myself. "As a matter of fact I did," I answered coolly, sitting down next to Robby, "You know, I am surprise at how much you can hear through the walls around here." Robby giggled. Jon punched him on the arm. Robby giggled more. "Well, what I'm saying is that it was kind of hard to study last night." "I bet it was!" Robby howled. "Knock it off!" Jon ordered. "So..." I began again. "It's cool, Stephen," Jon said, "We'll be more considerate. Won't we Robby?" I knew Robby wanted to say something other than the "yeah sure" that came out of his mouth. But the look on Jon's face told him that he had gone too far. I was relieved. ***** October 31, 1992 I was invited to the Ritten's annual Halloween party. It was truly strange. I mean the costumes were great and all. -- I went as a samurai. The boys both dressed as convincing girls. I mean convincing. I was completely turned on knowing that underneath those skirts, were the bodies of beautiful young boys. What got to me the most was the fact that everybody there was male. I mean everyone. There were other boys there. I assumed that these were Robby or Jon's friends, but no girls. I'd had admired all the photos that were arranged around the house earlier. There were amazingly few of Mrs. Ritten. Most were of the boys in various stages of play; some showed the boys with their father or some other people. I then realized that, except for those occasional photos of Mrs. Ritten, all the other people in the pictures were male. There were no pictures of grandmothers, or aunts or females of any kind. It was very curious. I noticed that the Doctor's study wasn't exactly off limits to his guests. I would see two or three of them disappearing into the room, and then the door closing behind them. I guessed that they were clients and use to having access to that room. Still I was curious since I had only been in the room once, the day I was hired. I moved toward the door and was intercepted by Robby. "You shouldn't go in there," he said tilting his head, "Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me away from the study. I thought we were heading back into the main room and then realized that he was taking me to the private quarters: to his room to be exact. "Robby, where are we going?" "I want to show you something." We entered his room. He closed the door and leaned against it. I sat on his bed. I gestured with my hands, `so now what?' He stood there looking every bit a thirteen-year-old girl, smirking at me. "You don't like girls, do you?" It was a statement and not a question. A wave of fear swept over my body. "I can tell," he continued, "It's cool with me. A lot of guys don't." He stepped toward me. I felt my cock stir. I slid involuntarily away from him, further onto the bed. "I've been watching you," He said. He no longer looked like the innocent, playful, thirteen-year-old. He was seductive in his mannerisms. His right hand slid up his thigh, lifting the skirt and giving me a glimpse of the lacey panties underneath. My cock raged. "I see you looking when you think I'm not. You like my ass. I know." I tired to speak. I tired to deny it. I wanted to run but I couldn't move. I couldn't take my eyes off of his hand as he played with himself under the skirt. "Do think of me when you jack off? Do you think of me sucking you? Or would you like to stick it up my ass?" "Robby... I... " "Shhhh... don't lie." He wiggled out of the skirt, unbuttoned and dropped the blouse on the floor. He stood before me in only those lace panties, his hard-on poking out the top. He was beautiful. I could hear the sounds of the party below us. His father would be busy entertaining his guests. With so many people in the house we would hardly be missed. It was a crazy thought but I couldn't help myself. I hadn't started this. I hadn't coaxed him to his room. I wasn't trying to seduce him. I pulled my eyes from the sight of him slowly masturbating himself through his panties and focused on his face. He was smiling. Enjoying showing himself off to me, enjoying the effect he was having on me. "Don't lie Stephen, you want me don't you? Say `yes' and you can have me. You won't have to jack off alone. Say `yes' and I'll suck you, let you suck and fuck me. Just say `yes'." I looked into those bluish-gray eyes and was powerless. I wanted him. He was offering himself to me. All I had to say was `yes'. I was shaking my head `no' even as he climbed on top of me and put those warm, red, petals of his lips to mine. "Yes," I whispered. ************************************************************************ 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." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or get a signed copy from Tom Cup.com.