Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:32:08 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy Series (Growing Up - Revised) Chapter 3 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 3 Keith and I rode the bus to school together. We were both more than a little apprehensive about starting Junior High. We sat near the back, on the passengers' side, with me closest to the window. Keith pressed his right leg into mine for comfort and I pretended not to notice as we rode along. It had taken almost a week before I could sit comfortably after my paddling. Keith had come by the next day but I wasn't up to seeing him. Mom had taken the day off to stay with me and catered to me hand and foot. She sat at the edge of my bed staring at nothing in particular, sometimes stroking my hair. "Can I get you anything," she asked. "I want my motorcycle back," I responded. She hadn't given her usual `Now you know what your father said about that' response but had knelt by my head and looked me in the eyes, searching for something. "Tommy," she started but I answered her before she finished the question. "He was my best friend," I said, "Why can't anyone understand that? I loved him. When we were together, I could be myself." "Well, Tommy," Mom protested, "you can be yourself here." "No I can't," I responded, "that's why I got beat. Because I was trying to be myself." An expression of pain flashed over Mom's face when I said that. But I pushed forward anyway. Times like these are rare in any kids life; times when your parents really try to listen, and understand, what you are telling them. "I know you and Dad love me, Mom," I said setting her at ease, "but you don't let me be who I really am. You don't trust me enough for that. You don't trust me enough to let me keep what I have left of Mr. Steel. You want to take it away." "No," Mom said, "We just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt in anyway, that you are handling the situation in a way that is best for you. We just thought if you talked with...." "It was none of his business," I said flatly, "How would you feel about a perfect stranger asking you questions about someone you loved?" Mom sighed, "OK, I can see that. But I have to ask you this Tommy, and don't get mad, I have to know, did he ever touch you? I mean...." "I know what you mean, Mom," I replied, "I told you he never hurt me. He never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. He was my friend." Both Mom and I knew that I hadn't answered the question the way she had wanted; we both knew I had told her the truth. We searched each other's eyes. `Yes Mom,' I thought to myself, `your son is gay. And yes, Mr. Steel and I were lovers. No, I seduced him.' It's one of those moments that you settle a lot of things in your heart. I guess it's another part of growing up. ************ Keith and I discovered that we had only two classes together: gym and English. I was glad that we had gym together. I wasn't a good athlete and so was usually the last to be picked in any team sport. Keith, however, was almost always one of the first to be picked. I would see him standing with his team whispering to the captain, who ever it was, and sure enough after a respectable time, I would be brought on to his team. I loved him more for that kindness. Being back in the school atmosphere was hard for me. Every now and then, I would catch myself almost yelling Mr. Steel's name at some teacher walking away from me down the hall. It's strange how your mind can do that. I mean, even though you know the person's dead, and couldn't possibly be walking down the hall, you believe it anyway. "Tommy," the voice said, "Tommy." "Yes," I said being awakened from my thoughts. "Will you read the next passage, please?" It was my new English teacher, Mr. Westenberg, and I had no idea where we were in the reading. Mr. Westenberg sighed. "Never mind, Tommy, you can go back to your daydreaming but see me after class. Now, Ms. Matthews how about you?" I looked over at Keith, who gave me a look like, `what's the matter with you... you know the guy's a prick?' He held his book up, pointing midway down the right side of the page, and mouthed `One fifty-four.' I could only smile and try to find the place in `David Copperfield' that Darlene was reading. I didn't really mind having to stay after to talk to Mr. Westenberg. Despite his name, he was rather good looking. I had noticed this fact during one of Keith's blowjobs. Just as I was nearing climax, and was grinding my cock with total abandon into Keith's mouth, Mr. Westenberg came into my mind and it was no longer Keith sucking me but him. God, I went into a frenzy and the orgasm that I experienced nearly caused me to pass out. "Tommy," Mr. Westenberg said from behind his desk, "I'm a bit concerned about you. I reviewed your transcript and you have always been an excellent student. But..." "I know, Mr. Westenberg," I interjected, "I'm sorry. I know I should be paying more attention. I'll try to do better." He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks," he said and then added, "I know you lost a friend this summer. If you ever need to talk, you let me know." "OK," I said. He stood and walked me to the door. "And Tommy," he said, I turned to see him smiling down at me, "Don't forget to do your homework." "Yes sir," I answered and hurried to the lavatory to adjust my strained cock. ************************************************************************ You'll find my newest writings at http://tomcup.iscool.net. I also recommend visiting these sites: Boyztown - Gay Pictures and Stories http://www.boyztown.net Girlztown - Lesbian Pictures and Stories http://www.girlztown.net Eroscities - Featuring the writings of Richard Dean http://www.eroscities.com Alternative Lifestyles of Youth - Advice, commentary and Youth Related Stories http://www.anysexuality.com All my best, Tom Cup "Why is it that the words we write for ourselves are so much better than the words we write for others?" Sean Connery as William Forrester in the film "Finding Forrester."