Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 15:26:42 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: The Innocents by Richard Dean - Part 1 Chapter 4 Gay - A/Y The Innocents by Richard Dean Copyright 2001 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 youth/youth or adult/youth 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. ************************************************************************ This story is part of the Tom Cup Library and may be accessed at http://tomcup.iscool.net or at http://www.eroscities.com ************************************************************************ The Innocents By Richard Dean Part 1 Chapter 4 The Search Time has a way of slipping by faster than one would wish when you desire to delay the inevitable. My imminent departure was felt by all of our family. Paulo was reflective, quiet in tone. Toninho was for the most part stoic, not charged with his effervescence. For myself, I knew I was somewhat glum about the impending change, but tried to keep the level of subdued melancholy alive with joking and trying to uplift the spirits of all. It wasn't working at all well. "OK, everyone, change your clothes into something presentable, we're going out for the afternoon. Come on, get a move on." I heard grumbling and grousing during the time it took to change their clothes and we moved out of the apartment as one family. While changing, I called for a taxi, which was waiting for us, when we walked outside of our apartment. Their curiosity piqued, they asked me with frequency where we were going. "You'll know soon enough!" I replied. The taxi deposited us at a car sales agency. We got out and wandered the lot, looking at the choices of different marques of automobiles, vans and trucks. Finally I saw what I would feel comfortable in owning. It was a Volkswagen CombiBus of recent vintage and in good condition. Both members of the family gladdened at the prospect of having our own transportation, which would preclude using the public transit facilities that were efficient, but overly crowded at most times. An uncomfortable and death defying act when one has to hang on with two hands in order to get from point A to point B from the outside of the vehicle due to the overcrowded passengers sardined inside. Within the hour, we were the owners of our insured VW Bus. Paulo was elected the resident driver and operator, as I feared driving among the kamikaze-like drivers of Brazil and Toninho was too young to have a driver's permit at the time, but offered his confidence in his ability to handle the driving skills with aplomb. I dared not call him a liar on that point, but disavowed permission for him to even try to disprove my doubt. With a disgusted "Awwwwwww, Pae!" I let him groan about that. I asked Paulo to drive us to the Carmen Miranda Museum. I knew all of our thoughts and mental meanderings would brighten once we arrived there. Paulo, of course, was familiar with the popularity of the songstress/comedienne of film and stage of a bygone era, but Toninho only knew about her from hearing some of her songs and seeing posters or pictures of her. The tour and visit to Carmen's Museum visibly brightened the tone of the day for us. We laughed, smiled, cajoled, aped, cavorted, chuckled and collectively approved of this very popular star. Even in death, the power of this true lady of Brazil was proven to be a fact. All of us tchica-tchica-bum'ed to mimic the flamboyant star of Broadway and Hollywood, the lady who made pineapples a fashion statement. When Carmen died in 1954, the Brazilian president declared a day of mourning and over 1 million tearful fans lined the streets of Rio to say farewell their idol. Since that time she and Judy Garland have become cult figures among Rio's and the world's gay communities. God needed those ladies perhaps more so than we. >From the museum we filled the day with lunch for our stomachs' and a drive to Parque Nacional da Tijuca wherein lies Corcovado, which offers outstanding and spectacular sights. We could have taken the cog train to the top, but elected to use "Herbie", our bug, instead. We planned, however, to one day entrain the cog to the top just for the exciting trip up the side of the mountain. We drove back home tired, excited and pleased with our day and full of pride with the thrill of ownership of our own "Herbie". Toninho assured us he would take special care of the car by washing and waxing him to a spectacular sheen. Paulo and I were not certain about that, as we exchanged glances when Toninho made that declaration, teens mean to keep promises that they don't. Toninho was a most pleasant surprise addition to our family, our treasure temporarily borrowed. After our outing, we relaxed on our balcony for a bit, while each of us took a shower or bath, singularly of course. Our balcony is large enough to contain our furniture of 2 chairs, sofa, coffee-type table, and a plant stand that holds various local plants for which I cannot remember their names. They are colorful, however and give us a variety of fragrant blooms. That evening we all shared the sofa; Paulo and I on the outside with Toninho settled comfortably between us, while sharing the coffee table for our collective feet. The weather was balmy with an offshore breeze that enhanced our views and soft discussions. Toninho acted sometimes as if he were less in age than 14. When sitting next to either of us, he held our hands or keep touching our arms while smoothly grazing his hand back and forth as if to assure himself that we were there for him. I was at peace in his presence. I was at a seemingly orgasmic peace when my man/friend and boy/son were within my presence. I could not be more pleased than to be a unifying member of our family. "Pae?" "Yes." "I don't want to sleep on the hideaway any longer." "Oh. Where would you like to sleep?" "I want to sleep in your,,ahhh,,our bedroom." "You know you will use the bedroom while I'm at work, don't you?" Still stroking my hand and up my arm, back and forth, he replied, "I want to sleep with you when you are home and sleep in our bed when you're away. I want your good smell next to me, Pae, forever," He began to cry, "Pae, I don't want you to go. I need you. You need Pae, too, don't you Paulo? I'll go to work, Pae, please, please!" His sobbing turned into sheer terror with unsavory bawling, out of control. I could no longer hold back my tears as I searched Paulo's face for the right response to alleviate our Toninho's breakdown. Sadly Paulo shrugged his shoulders as if to say, he could offer no help at this time. "Toninho, if it were at all possible for me to break my contract I would do it for you, for Paulo. I cannot do that. I made a commitment to a contract and I must fulfill that contract. Just as you made a verbal contract about your deportment, work and study habits you cannot break that. Our word is our bond, Son. When we shake hands, it is a solemn vow between each of us that we will be true to our word and actions. It is inviolable. To do all else would be tantamount to deceit, a lie. We must stand tall and firm to our commitments, Toninho. It may be uncomfortable for our loved ones, but we shall survive this period. When I leave tomorrow evening, I leave you with all the love that I can possibly transfer. You will be guided, looked after, and cared for with as much love as I have for you, by my best friend, Paulo. You know that he will see that no harm will come to you. You know that! Paulo would give his life to see that you are not harmed in any way, manner or form. You know that! We are a family. Because my work takes me away, it also brings me back to you, to Paulo. I understand how sad you are at being abandoned once more. But, honey, I am not abandoning you. Ever. I would not abandon you. I want what's best for you. When we find your Gran, then you will be back with your blood relatives, but you will still, forever, be part of this family. Shhhh, hush my little boy. Be my brave little man. For me, your Pae." With a defiant look into my eyes he was emphatic when he said, "I will not go to Porto Alegre and live with my Granny. I'll run away. You are my Pae, I belong to you. And to you, too Paulo. Your last name is my last name, Pae. From this day I am Antonio Ricardo Dean!" I could not believe this outburst, although I understood it. Paulo was in shock, unable to speak or interrupt this child's statement of total and abject alliance. "Sweetheart, we will let this rest until I return and we can sort this out. I promise you, if we find your Gran...If, remember I said...If, I'll bring her here to live with us in Rio, so that we can be an extended family. Somehow we will straighten this out for you....I promise on my word, son!" His look softened as he held on to me as tightly as he could, while still looking into my face. Did he think I would abandon him, as had his parents, Mother and boyfriend, whatever? I think not, as his tight embrace of desperation became less aggressive. My boy was not a happy camper. Somehow, in some way, Paulo and I would have to pull a rabbit out of the hat to fix this situation -- to find a solution to this dilemma. "Come on guys, its getting late," Paulo said, "Time for our beauty sleep. Salty tears do us little good. We have a full day tomorrow. You'll have to help Pae pack for his trip, Toninho, as I have to work. You two will have the entire day together. You can meet me at the restaurant for dinner. It will be my treat, little brother, OK?" Paulo arose from the sofa, as he patted Toninho on his head for reassurance, and walked into the bathroom for his nightly ablutions and dental hygiene. "Sure," Toninho replied weakly as he held my hands to his lips. With remnant of tears staining his face Toninho said, "Pae, I am your glue until you have to leave me. I can't stop you from your commitment, but you have to know how much I love you." This started another round of crying. I picked him up and carried him to our bedroom where I started to undress him as he sat on the bed, like a limp rag doll. "Lets finish undressing, Ton, and then we'll brush our teeth, and go to bed. Come on Son, you're my glue, remember?" He looked up with a brave smile, which encouraged me greatly. After brushing our teeth we returned to the bedroom, and he said to me. "I'll be right back, Pae." He knocked on Paulo's bedroom door, which was closed, and Paulo said "Yes?". "Goodnight Paulo. I love you too." "I know you do Toninho. I love you too, goodnight. Sleep well, little brother." I could hear Paulo sobbing lightly down the hallway. "How will I get through this night," I thought. *********************************************************************** Send comments to: richard@boystories.zzn.com To support this and other stories by Richard Dean, visit http://www.eroscities.com or http://tompcup.iscool.net ***********************************************************************