Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:22:26 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy Series (Growing Up - Revised) Chapter 1 Copyright 2000, 2001, 2002 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 alternality 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. ************************************************************************ Tommy By Tom Cup Part 2 Growing Up CHAPTER 1 I stared out the window of our Grand Prix. Mom was driving me to see Dr. Richards. Better known as "Dr. Dick" in my mind and I didn't mean it kindly. He was a shrink. Not my shrink. I hated the asshole from the first day I met him. This was my third trip to meet with him. Boy, I hated it. But Mom, and Dad back from TDY and fully briefed by Mom on what had happened, decided I should see someone. They decided! Anyway, I had to go and watch this asshole pretend to be my friend. "You can tell me anything," he said that first session, "What happens here remains between us." I sat there the entire fifty minutes and stared out his office window. He sat there with an idiot's smile on his face, a clipboard in hand, staring at me. That was the first session. I didn't say a word, not even `good-bye' when it was over; but with that same stupid smile he patted me on the back saying, "See you next week." The next week I did have something to tell him. I told him how much I hated being there, how I was pissed at my Mom and Dad for making me come, and how I was pissed at Dad for locking up the motorcycle that Mr. Steel's aunt had given me. He nodded and went into shrink mode. "Why do you think your Dad did that?" he asked. I shrugged and answered, "He thinks it brings back bad memories." "And does it?" "No." "It brings back good ones?" "It reminds me of him." "Is that a good thing?" I looked from the window to him. What? I thought to myself, are the rest of the adults in the world assholes or what? That was the stupidest question anyone had ever asked me. I sighed and said, "It reminds me of him." He wrote something on the clipboard and spent the rest of the session asking me more stupid questions that I didn't bother to answer. I let my mind wander back to the cabin, the beginning of summer, to Keith and Mr. Steel. "What's so funny," the "Dick" asked. "I wasn't laughing. "OK, What were you smiling about?" "I really don't want to talk to you." I tried to tell Mom, as we were getting ready to go to this third session how much I hated it all. But I got the standard military wife's answer, "Your father thinks it best." So here I was once more going to be tortured by the Dick. We began as we always did, with me sitting staring out the window and him staring at me with that stupid smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "About not coming here anymore," I answered truthfully. He wrote that down while asking, "Why don't you like coming to see me?" I took a good long look at the man. There was nothing I liked about him. "You aren't my friend," I replied. He looked up at me and put the clipboard and pencil down. "Why do you say that?" he asked. Now we were full into it. "First of all, you only care about me because you are being paid to care. Before my Mom and Dad made me come here, you could have passed me on the street and not given a shit! I told you I don't want to talk to you but you keep trying to force me to. My friends never try to force me to do anything that I don't want to! My friends do fun things with me, not make me sit here in some stupid office, writing down everything I say like there is something wrong with me! I hate this fucking place!" He sat quietly for a moment and then asked, "What kind of things do you and your friends do?" "I don't want to talk to you!" "Are you ashamed of the things you do with your friends?" I sighed saying, "No." "Then you can tell me, right?" "We go camping. We go fishing. We go swimming. We build forts. We watch TV. OK? Can I go now?" He nodded but said, "Just a few more questions. You said your friends never try to force you do anything you don't want to do. Do you remember saying that? Have your friends ever asked you to do anything you didn't want to do?" What an asshole I thought. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I glared at him. "Yeah," I said, "Sometimes they like to play sports. I don't. So they don't bug me about it. OK?" He nodded. "One other thing before you go. Did Mr. Steel ever ask you to do anything you didn't want to do?" "No!" "Never?" "You said one other thing and I could go. I answered your stupid question. Can I go now?" It wasn't really a question and he knew it. He nodded and forced that stupid smile back on his face saying, "OK, see you next week." I got up, went over to him, and for the first time shaking his hand, saying, "I'm not coming back." Mom and I got into it in the car. I told her I wasn't going back. She said I most certainly was. I said, "No, I'm not!" She gave that look that says we'll just see about that. ********** Keith and I sat at McDonald's. He was eating a Big Mac and when he bit into it, the sauce squirted out on to his cheeks making it look like he had cum all over his face. We both laughed like crazy. I nibbled on my fries and told him all about my `session' with the "Dick". "What are you going to do?" he asked stuffing fries into his already full mouth. "I ain't going back there," I replied shaking my head, "No way, no how." "Your Dad is going to freak," he reminded me. I didn't need to be reminded. Being with Keith was becoming a ritual. Though I missed Ron so much that I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night with my pillow wet with tears, I always felt better when Keith and I hung out. He would meet me at my house just after breakfast and we would head out to swim, explore, ride bikes or go to the movies. But we would always wind up back at the cave at some point. Somehow, knowing that Mr. Steel had made love to both of us made me feel that when Keith made love to me it wasn't just him doing it; it was both of them. We didn't make love after the accident until the night Ron's aunt gave me the motorcycle. I ran over to his house to tell him all about it but he wasn't there. I figured he'd be at the cave and he was. When I got there he was sitting there jacking off. I sat down beside him as he forced his stiff cock back into his pants. We were both quiet for along time. "I miss you," he whispered. I knew what he meant. Although he had been coming over to the house and spending time with me, we hadn't been in the cave together since the night Mr. Steel was killed. "I miss you too," I said. He stared at me and brushed the side of my face with his hand. I moved closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel him gently kissing the top of my head. I looked up at him and we stared into each other's eyes. His lips came down and gently caressed mine. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside. I felt my cock stir and moaned. I laid back on the sleeping bags and Keith moved on top of me, kissing me. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against mine through the tight fabric of our jeans. My hands slid down his body to cup his round firm ass. Keith moaned and smiled down at me. We both laughed and, getting up, silently undressed. We stood in the cave nude, our boners pointing at each other. "I love you, you know," he said breaking the silence. "I love you too," I replied. "How come..." he started but I went over to him and kissed him. Our cocks danced together and he slid his hand down to my ass. I laid my head on his shoulder and began kissing his neck. Keith moaned, knelt down, and took my dick into his mouth. Oh, God! It had been so long since I had allowed myself this pleasure. Keith sucked me slowly. Licking my cock and balls. Then wetting a finger played with my asshole. I sat down on the sleeping bag and spread my legs giving him free reign over all of my pleasure zones. He would suck the head of my cock, move slowly down my shaft, nibble my ball sack, and tongue my ass. I was moaning with my hands on top of his head, moving my hips to his advances. "Tommy?" he asked looking up, "Can I?" I nodded and he hurriedly grabbed our stash of Vaseline. I watched as he applied it first to his cock and then to my waiting hole. When he pushed his finger into me, I moaned loudly. God, it had been so long. I pulled him on top of me and positioned my ass. He pushed into me faster than I expected and it sent a wave of pain mixed with pleasure through my bowels, balls, cock and stomach. I gasped. "Sorry," he said. "It's OK," I assured him, "Just been awhile." "I'll go slow," he said and I nodded in agreement. We didn't go slowly though. Our hunger for each other took over and Keith pumped me like a starving man at a banquet table, as I forced my ass again, again against his incoming cock. My cock jumped wildly as he fucked me and I could feel it becoming hot as it expanded. "Oh god!" Keith exclaimed and pumped once more into me, shooting hot cum into my already friction seared ass, and sending me over the point of no return. That day was the turning point for me. I knew that, though there was emptiness in me where Mr. Steel had been, I was not alone. I knew that I would always have Keith. I knew that we loved each other. ************************************************************************ You'll find my newest writings at http://tomcup.iscool.net. 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