Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:38:19 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy Series (Growing Up - Revised) Chapter 5 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 5 I got up the next morning knowing I had to make up with Keith. I called him when I got home but his Mom said he wasn't there. "I thought he was with you?" she puzzled, "Is something wrong, Tommy?" I told her, no, that he just went to play basketball and that I just wasn't up to it. She said she would tell him I called but he didn't call me back. So I got up and put on my white jeans and tucked my T-shirt in them. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. Keith was right. The jeans hugged my ass perfectly. Keith had told me that whenever he saw me in them he wanted to rip them off of me and fuck me then and there. I had laughed but he had looked at me seriously and said, "I'm not kidding." When Keith got on the bus, I smiled at him. He walked toward me but I wasn't sure he was going to sit with me as he usually did. But he stopped next to my seat and took a good long look. I could tell he wasn't happy with me but he sat down. I smiled when he started looking over at me through the corner of his eye. "I was a jerk yesterday," I whispered, "I'm sorry. Keith nodded, checked to make sure no one was looking, and slid his hand over the tight fabric of my right thigh. He sighed shaking his head and removed his hand. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked smiling wryly. "I had to make it up to you," I answered making him laugh. "OK, OK," he said, "But you owe me big time!" After school, we walked to the cave. We were both pretty quiet. I just wanted to tell him how much I loved him and how sorry I was for being such an asshole. As soon as we got inside Keith grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, holding me while running his hands down my back and over my ass. I stood still allowing him to do what he wanted while enjoying the feel of his hands through the fabric of my jeans. Finally, he stepped back and just looked at me shaking his head. "God, you drive me crazy some times," he stated. "I know," I smiled, "I'm sorry." He came back toward me and kissed me. This time cupping my balls as he did so. I moaned. "You drive me crazy too," I said. He nibbled on my ear while fondling me. My cock reacted immediately to his touch and grew uncomfortable in my tight jeans. He was torturing me, I knew, when I felt his tongue slip into my ear, circling around inside and out slowly, teasingly. His hand slipped between the warmth of my thighs, playing between my legs. I moaned, turning my head to meet his lips. His tongue found mine and we kissed as he moved his hand up my body and pulled my shirt out of my jeans. I pulled away from him and turned my back. He came up behind me and began grinding his cock into my ass while his hands unbuttoned my pants and slid down my front to find my cock. I kicked off my shoes when he pulled my pants down and urged me to step out of them. Stepping out of my pants, I turned to face him wearing nothing but my T-shirt and socks. He smiled and quickly removed his clothes. "Come here," he said lying down on the sleeping bags. I lay down on top of him, our cocks dancing together as we kissed and he played with my ass. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "Anything you want," I smiled, "You deserve it." He rolled on top of me, pulled my shirt up and began licking my nipples. He made his way down to my belly button and licked it before going down to my pubic hair, gently nibbling and pulling at them. I closed my eyes waiting for him to take my cock in his mouth but he didn't. When I opened my eyes, I found him staring up at me stroking his cock. "Turn over," he commanded and I obeyed. I felt him begin to play with my ass cheeks. I reached back and spread them apart. Keith went down between them and I felt his hot breath near my hole before feeling him starting to tongue me. I was on fire. My cock became a rigid bar of steel. His tongue probed my hole slipping in and out. I wanted so badly for him to have me, to know that I was his. I moaned loudly before he stopped and lay beside me saying it was my turn. I got down and hungrily began eating his ass, sticking my tongue into the warmth of his dark passage. He pushed his ass back at me and ground his cock on the sleeping bag, growing more excited by the moment. I savored the taste of him, licking his balls, sliding my tongue along the length of his crack before returning to fucking him with my tongue. But I hungered for his cock and finally, he turned over and let me take him into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head and played with the slit. The taste of his pre-cum was delicious to me. Keith kept moaning saying how good it felt. I rolled my tongue around and around the head of his dick causing him to buck into my mouth. I sucked his balls one at a time before returning to his cock but he stopped me and told me to get the lube. I added it to his cock and my ass as he watched. Then I climbed on top of him and eased my ass over his waiting cock until he penetrated me. We both moaned loudly as I sat down completely on him. He smiled and I began grinding my ass in the joy of our union. "I love you," I said as I ground and circled my ass for his pleasure. He smiled and closed his eyes. I rejoiced in his hardness as I danced with him sliding in and out of me. I massaged his chest as we fucked; lost in the sensations we were giving each other. Keith's hand found my cock and he began stroking me as he thrust into me as I pushed my ass again and again on to his incoming cock. I could feel the heat rising from my ass causing me to tremble and have mini-orgasms. It wouldn't be long before I exploded. "Oh, god," I stammered, "I'm not going to last much longer. I'm going to come." "Not yet," Keith said, removing his hand and turning me over so he was on top of me with my knees bent to my chest. God, how I loved him! How I wanted him! He began pumping me in earnest. I was moaning and grunting with each of his stabbing penetrations. My ass began to contract around his pumping penis. I had lost all control and I started to cum as he continued to fuck me. Each time he pushed into me another jet of cum would pump out of me. I was shaking uncontrollably. My head was thrashing from side to side. My ass was frozen open accepting each new thrust and my cock shot cum as if it had a mind of it's own. My chest was heaving, and soaked with my own cum, when finally Keith groaned aloud and pushed as far as he could into me. His cock jumped wildly while shooting hot cum into me. I don't know if I fell asleep or passed out, really, but when I came to my senses again we were lying together with our legs and arms wrapped around each other. I looked up into Keith's eyes and he smiled at me. I started to tell him the truth, about the dream and Mr. Westenberg. I wanted him to know everything but as soon as I said, `Keith, ...' He said, "Shhhhhhh.... I have to tell you something. Don't be mad, please. You know I love you. You know that! Something happened yesterday. I don't know how. I swear, God Tommy, you know I love you! You know I do! I didn't think... I was so mad... If I lose you I don't know what I will do!" I was always the emotional one, the one most likely to cry. Seeing tears flowing from Keith's eyes scared me. I held him close to me telling him it was all right; that no matter what I would always love him. He kept shaking his head saying I didn't understand. "Yesterday after the ball game, I brought Randy here." ************************************************************************ 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."