Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:44:39 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy Series (Growing Up - Revised) Chapter 7 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 7 Dad came into my room three days after school ended and said he wanted to see me in the study, turned, and left. I couldn't think of anything I had done that he would be pissed about so it made me mad thinking that I was going to get in trouble for something I probably didn't do. Mom was sitting in the chair by the door and Dad was at his desk when I got there. He was looking at a letter and shaking his head. "I really don't know what to say to this," he said as I stood there wondering what the hell was going on. "This is a letter from the principal of your school," he continued waving the paper at me. "And this," he said lifting another piece of paper, "is your final report card." He sighed and my heart hit the floor. I couldn't believe it. How could it not be good? Mr. Westenberg said I was doing fine, and the rest of my teachers seemed to like my work since he had been helping me. "I'm sorry," I said, "I thought I was doing good this semester." Dad looked up at me and laughed, "You thought you were doing good?" He turned to my mother saying, "He thought he was doing good this semester. He makes the honor roll with straight A's and he only thought he was doing good!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked from Mom to Dad and back again. "What?" I screamed, "Let me see!" Dad handed me my report card and sure enough I had gotten straight A's! "Oh my God!" I screamed. The letter from the principal was congratulating me for outstanding academic performance. Both Dad and Mom hugged me and told me how proud they were of me for turning myself around, all the stuff parents are suppose to say at a time like that. I didn't tell them about Mr. Westenberg but I knew I had to go and tell him, and to thank him too. "OK," Dad said, "So, we think you deserve some sort of new privilege for this accomplishment. We've talked it over and decided that, maybe, a motorcycle training course might be the thing you'd like. After you've completed it you would have a license to drive your bike. What do you think?" I had only two and half weeks left before we were to be shipped off to Germany but Dad had already found a two week long international training course. I would be done just before we were to leave. He told me that I could bring the bike along after all but that I had to keep my grades up in Germany too. I didn't think that would be a problem. I had learned a lot from Mr. Westenberg about how to study and what teachers really wanted. Though it was Saturday, I went over to see Mr. Westenberg. I didn't think he would mind since I wasn't planning on staying long. I just wanted him to know how things turned out. He opened the door wearing only running shorts. He had just gotten back from a run and was about to jump into the shower but he let me in. "What's up?" he asked. When I showed him the letter and report card, he beamed and thanked me for sharing the good news with him. I couldn't take my eyes off of his body and decided to tell him how I really felt about him. "There's something else I have to tell you," I began. "Shoot," he said dropping into his favorite chair still looking over the report card and letter. "Well," I continued, "That first day, when I came over, I came here to... well, I had a crush on you." He looked up at me and smiled, "Lots of boys your age get crushes on their teachers Tommy, it's nothing to be ashamed about." "I'm not ashamed," I stated, "I'm gay." Mr. Westenberg's mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. "You know what gay is?" I teased smiling at his reaction and my own boldness, "It means I like..." "I know what gay means smart ass," he said for the first time not being his usual restrained self, "But just because you get a crush on a guy doesn't mean you're gay." "I guess you're right," I said toying with him, "but when you love having sex with guys, and can't stand the thought of being with girls, I think it does." He just stared at me again not saying anything. Then he shook his head and laughed. "I guess," he said, "I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything," I answered, "I really had the hots for you, is all." "Had?" he posed. "Well," I continued, "It's different between us now. I mean, yeah, I still have the hots for you, and fooling around with you would be a nice going away present, but I can accept being just friends with you. It's been nice. I just wanted you to know and was wondering if you ever thought about me like that, is all." I looked up and he smiled at me. He was nodding his understanding. "OK," he said, "Yes, I'll admit that the thought had crossed my mind. But I could never let myself do anything about it. It would endanger my career." "No it won't," I said. "Yes, Tommy it would," he stated, "One indiscretion like that and it could ruin my whole life." "Not with me," I said, "For one thing, I wouldn't tell anyone. For another, I'm leaving for Germany in two and half weeks and won't be back for over three years. Not to mention you never touched me, or tried to seduce me, or anything; and that it's me telling you it's what I want. I know what people would say, I know what the shrinks say, and I'm telling you it's all bullshit! Don't believe it. Boys my age do KNOW what they want. I've been fantasizing about you almost every night. Jesus, just standing here talking to you about it gives me a hard on!" Mr. Westenberg almost screamed his laughter. I had never seen him laugh so hard. "Jesus, Tommy! You certainly have a way of putting things," he said at last. I walked over and sat on the chair with him. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm sitting with you," I answered and laid my head on his chest. He didn't move at first but then I felt his arm move around to rest on my shoulder. "You're not my teacher anymore," I said, "School's over." I felt him slowly beginning to rub up and down the length of my arm. I looked up at him and he kissed my forehead. I pulled myself up a bit and kissed him on the cheeks. "Tommy," he started but I kissed him on the lips, I didn't want to hear any more arguments. I hadn't expected things to turn out this way but I sure as hell wasn't going to give up now that I knew that he sometimes thought about me in a sexual way. Slowly he began to relax and our tongues found each other's. I felt his hands roam over my body. I repositioned myself as we kissed so I was sitting facing him, on my knees, with my legs spread across his lap. "Oh God," he said when our lips parted, "We should stop." "To late," I said running my hand through his hair, "You already have a hard on. I'm not leaving." I stayed seated on his lap and pulled my shirt off over my head with him watching intently. I took his hand and put it on my chest and he began to run his fingers over my soft flesh. I did the same to him, feeling his tight skin and muscles. His hand moved down the side of my body around my back and cupped my ass. I bent forward so he could get a good feel while kissing him. Then I stood up on my knees and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He stared at my opened fly and then up into my eyes. "Pull'em down," I said. He pulled my pants down just below my ass cheeks and then slid my underwear down exposing my throbbing cock. He sighed, inhaled, and began rubbing my cock on the sides of his cheeks while I held on to the top of his head. I loved the silkiness of his hair and the warmth of his face on my belly and cock. I felt him playing with my bared ass and in one move he took my cock into his mouth. I moaned as his tongue swirled around the head, slid down the shaft and played with my balls. I circled my hips in the warmth of his mouth, fulfilling one of my fantasies. I wanted it to last as long as possible so I pulled away; my cock popping out of his mouth as he looked up at me with those wonderful puppy dog eyes. I kissed him quickly and stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. Then I grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom. He stripped off his shorts and underwear at the bedroom door. I smiled, "Ain't gonna fight no more?" He smiled back and asked, "Would it do any good?" I just jumped on the bed and asked, "Got any Vaseline?" His eyes got really big and his hand unconsciously played with his cock. "Jesus Tommy," he said but left and returned with a jar. We lay together kissing for a while feeling each other's bodies. It felt so good to finally be able to play with his cock. He moaned and told me how good it felt to him. I smiled and repositioned myself and we began "69"ing each other. We didn't rush. I think we both wanted it to last. I slowly tongued his salty head, made saltier by the run he had taken. I could feel him licking back and forth over my cock and balls as well. I tongued his shaft, enjoying the feeling of having a man's cock again, and took the head gently in my mouth. We continued our licking and sucking until he started to leak pre-cum. I licked a tongue full from the slit of his cock and then pulled away, rolling towards the Vaseline. He watched me as if spellbound as I took a glob, first with one finger and then with two, and slipped it into my ass. I lubed up really well and fingered myself as he watched. He seemed to really get off on my display so I played longer than I really wanted to for his enjoyment. "Come here," I said taking his cock in my hand and gently lubing it. His eyes were closed and he was moaning. I knew he was near overload; so I spread my legs, lifted my knees and positioned my ass near his cock head. He tried three times to enter me but kept missing the mark. Finally I reached back, grabbed his cock, and guided it into my eager hole. "Oh God I can't believe I'm doing this," he said as he slid deep into me. Oh, it felt so good. He was thicker and longer than Keith; I was being pushed toward orgasm and he hadn't started pumping yet. "Believe it," I whispered, "and enjoy it. I really want you too." With that, he began moving timidly in and out of me. I began circling my ass around his cock, relaxing my hole, and sending waves of pleasure through my body and his cock. He was moaning; taking me with long steady strokes. I threw my legs around his body and pumped my ass to meet his incoming cock. My breathing was becoming spastic. My cock was throbbing and leaping as he penetrated me. I wanted him to fuck me forever. I wanted to cum at that moment. I wanted both. "Oh God," he exclaimed starting to move fast in and out of me. He was forcing me over the edge. My ass spread wide before him, fire hot. I began to have anal orgasms. I could barely breathe. My whole body was shaking. "Don't stop!" I cried and he thrust deeper into me causing a flash of pleasure to leap into my bowels pushing me to climax. I could only grunt as cum was forced from my body by the piston motions of his cock. Finally he forced himself as far into me as he could, and froze in a moment of ecstasy, as his balls pumped his hot cum through his cock and into me. After lying together and kissing, we showered together before I left. I thanked him a hundred times for letting it happen. He just shook his head saying, "I suppose this is the last time I'm going to see you." I smiled at him and said, "Don't you think it should?" He laughed before gently kissing me on the lips and saying, "So the student has become the teacher." ************************************************************************ 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."