Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:15:30 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy Series (Mr. Steel - 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 I Mr. Steel CHAPTER 7 On Friday, after Keith and I finished the lawns, we went to the hardware store. We bought some nails, and wood, and carried it all in four trips to the cave. We were so tired by the last trip that we laid on the sleeping bag and rested in each other's arms. "I'm gonna miss you this weekend," Keith said as he kissed me. "I'll miss you too," I whisper. "Not as much as I'm going to miss you," Keith teased. I rolled over on top of him, unzipped his pants, and sucked him off then and there. Afterwards I announced, "There! Something to remember me by while I'm gone." We both laughed. I walked Keith home. We could tell something was wrong right away. Keith's Mom was outside pacing and when she saw us walking down the street she yelled, "Sake's alive where have you boys been! Tommy we have to get you home right away." "What's wrong Mama?" Keith asked. "Oh god," she said looking at me and running her hand through my hair, "That nice teacher you been hanging around with, oh dear, Tommy I'm sorry. He was killed today. Some drunken fool hit him coming out of the sporting goods store." I couldn't breath and my legs went numb. I felt sick to my stomach and all I could say was, "No, no you're wrong!" I ran away crying. I don't remember much about what happened during the next few hours. I know I went to Mr. Steel's house first but there were people crowding around, my Mom was even there. When she said it was true and how sorry she was because she knew how close we were, I lost it again and started running. "Why?" was all I wanted to know, "Why?" ************ It was Keith that found me at the cave. He climbed in and I clung to him and cried. "Everybody's worried about you. I told them I could find you but they only just now let me come and look." "What time is it?" I sobbed. "Almost midnight. You've been missing for almost seven hours." I held on to Keith and cried. He held me and kissed me saying how sorry he was. I told him everything then and there. He listened quietly, holding me the whole time. "I wished I had gotten to know him better," Keith finally said, and then added, "At least we still have each other." And we did. ************ Mr. Steel had a diary. I got a call from Ron's aunt who had come to town to settle his affairs about a month after the accident. We sat in a booth at McDonald's and she was quiet a long time before saying, "Tom, this is hard for me. I was reading Ron's diary. Most of the last two or three month's are about you. I don't think I approve..." "You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked. "No, no. That won't do any good now, will it?" I shook my head and a tear raced down his cheek. "You loved him?" she asked. "Yes," I said without hesitation, "And if you want to know the truth, I started everything and I would do it again if I could just have him back!" I started to cry. Ron's aunt reached out and took my hand. "I knew that Ron was, well, you know, different. I was always afraid he would never find anyone to love or to love him. But he did. How? I don't know but he loved you so much and you made him so happy." Then she reached in her purse and pulled out a set of keys. "Here, Ron had this motorcycle that he had just refinished. He loved that stupid thing. He was going to surprise you with it and take you riding. Well, I think it's only right. It's yours now. I'll have it brought to your house." I looked at the keys in my hand and managed a soft, "Thank you." "No," she said, "Thank you. You made my nephew very happy." Then she reached into her purse, laid the diary on the table, and left. ************************************************************************ 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."