Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:44:40 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy Series (Returning Home) Chapter 4 Gay A/Y, Y/F, Camping Tommy Returning Home by Tom Cup 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 Returning Home By Tom Cup CHAPTER FOUR Brian held on to me most of the night as if afraid that if he let go I would disappear. The truth was that I held on to him for the same reason; I was afraid that he might disappear again. I find it strange, even to this day, that people can so easily enter and exit each other's lives. It seems easier for some people to leave than to fight to stay. Brian was always being forced to leave. His mother didn't want him around; the kids around his neighborhood didn't want him around. Brian was being trained to be a leaver. My problem was that I was sixteen. I would have to go back home and to school. I couldn't take care of a thirteen year old no matter how much I wanted too. The thought that I would have to leave him weighed heavily on my mind. I wanted to talk to James about my dilemma but Brian stuck close by my side, barely allowing me out of his sight, for days. It wasn't until James invited us to go out to the diner for dinner on Thursday that Brian gave me the chance I needed. "I don't want to go," Brian said, "I'll stay here." "Why?" "I'm just tired." "You sure?" "Yeah, you go. I'll be all right. I promise." "You won't..." "I'll be here when you get back. I promise." I kissed him relieved that he understood my concern. I left with James and filled him in on my concern. James had already guessed my concerns and told me that was why he picked Thursday for the dinner invitation. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You'll see." I ordered the fish and chips -- battered cod with Lou's hand cut potatoes wedges -- James had the meatloaf with mashed potatoes. He laughed saying he was a meat and potato man. We chatted about how things were going with the campers as we ate but my mind was on Brian. Lucy was her same standoffish self but seemed even more agitated and annoyed than usual. James tried to joke with her, which only seemed to annoy her more. "She doesn't like me," I whispered to James after she had refilled his coffee and moved behind the counter out of earshot. "It's not you she doesn't like. It's that you are Brian's friend." "Why should that matter to her?" James laughed. "It's a small town Tommy. People know each other. Some better than others." "So people know about me and Brian? So what?" "It bothers some people." "Brian and I don't come here often. So what does she care if we're gay?" James blew out a sigh. "Lucy is Brian's mother," he said with raised eyebrows. My mouth dropped open. James nodded. Lucy was the town's bad girl, James told me. It was a small town so it didn't take long for the gossip to get around. James was what they called a short timer. He had only lived in the area for a little over eight years but he knew the story. She had given birth to Brian when she was thirteen. Brian's Grandmother had nearly beaten Lucy to death when she found out the girl was pregnant. James said it was a miracle that Lucy hadn't miscarried. Nobody knew who Brian's father was, Lucy refused to say, and that was what made her mother so angry. "Anyway," James said, "Lucy moved out with the kid at sixteen. It was hard, welfare and that kind of thing but she made a go of it. She's been around if you know what I mean, one guy after another. I might be one of two people in town that haven't been in her panties." He took a sip of coffee. I stared over at Lucy. She turned her back pretending to dry an already dry coffee cup. I would have never guessed that Lucy was only twenty-six. She had the agitation and the scowling looks of a much older woman. I could see why Brian didn't want to be around her. She looked back at me and caught me still staring. "You want something?" She asked. I looked away without answering. I was angered by her attitude. I was angry that Brian hadn't told me that she was his mother. We had been to the diner twice when she was there and he never said a word. They both acted like they were total strangers. "Now don't be going off on Brian," James said, "You have to understand that things are different for him. He's got to go home after this is over. The last thing he wants to do is have Lucy pissed when he gets there." I had come to James for answers and come away with far more questions. I just didn't understand Brian's relationship with his mother. Maybe I never would. James promised that after I left that he would look after Brian. He said he would keep an eye on things and if it looked like it was getting too rough he would let Brian live with him. I was happy about that but saddened that I couldn't do more. Time was against Brian and me. We all knew it. ***** "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Brian said. "Why didn't you?" "Cause she would have been pissed." "But why?" "Don't know. That's just the way she is, OK? Can we talk about something else, please?" "Fine!" It wasn't fine and we didn't talk about anything else. I wasn't really mad at Brian. I was just mad. I felt helpless and it pissed me off. It pissed me off that he was willing to accept things the way they were. It pissed me off that Lucy treated him like shit. It pissed me off the summer would be over and I would have to leave. It pissed me off that while I pretended to do the day's receipts Brian sat on the edge of our bed crying. "I'm sorry," he whispered to my back, "Please don't be mad at me anymore." I remembered when I had been a jerk to Keith because of Randy. There was something similar in Brian's plea to me that brought back that memory. Keith had become a part of my life at that point. I hated feeling alienated from him. I understood what Brian was feeling and I understood what Keith meant when he told me what I now said to Brian. "You drive me crazy sometimes." I smiled sitting next to him on the bed. He threw his arms around my shoulders and laid his head on my chest sniffling. He kissed me on the cheek before saying, "I love you. I don't want to fight, please." I didn't want to fight with him either. We slipped to the top of the bed and slowly undressed each other. We wouldn't have many of these nights left. It was time to stop pretending and make the most of the time we had together. I made love to him with my mouth, tonguing him, sucking him, slowly bringing him to climax. He then opened himself to me and, slowly, deep in his body I came. We lay touching, feeling, and kissing each other until again we were aroused. I pulled Brain on top of me and he entered me. He was unsteady and his rhythm uneven but I coached and guided him; encouraging him to plant his seed deep inside of me. I fell asleep that night after he satisfied himself that I had no more milk for him to drink. ************ "You like James?" Brian asked. It wasn't what Brian asked it was the way he was asking, with a sly grin on his face. He could have the look of a mischievous angel, a cupid aiming for trouble. Brian and James had become friendlier over the last weeks since James' offer to guard Brian when I was gone; they joked and clowned with each other freely and the air of tension and jealousy that once invaded our dinners together vanished. I felt a strange mix of relief and sadness about this. I would miss these two new friends. "Of course I do. What are you up too?" "I was just wondering." "Yeah, wondering what?" He giggled. We didn't talk about my leaving or his mother any more. We spent our free time swimming, exploring the land, making love -- there was a lot of lovemaking. Brian was as horny as I was at his age. So we got naked every chance we could, especially in the woods surrounding the property. We loved looking for new secluded places to christen as our own -- and we hung out with James. I had thought it would be fun to invite James to join our `games' but didn't want Brian to think I cared less for him. Besides, James was friendly but didn't really seem to be interested. Now I wonder if Brian knew something that I didn't. James said that it was a small town. Everyone knew most things about everyone else. Brian was smiling at me as I pondered the possibility. "What?" I said smiling back at him. "Yeah, you like him." "Hey, you're my boyfriend. You know that." "Yeah, I know." At dinner that night we were all pretty quiet. Brian kept looking up at James or me and blushing. Though nothing was said outright there was a sense of expectation in the air. I had to adjust myself under the table a few times. Brian didn't even try to hide his arousal. James looked from one to the other of us questioningly. "So what's up boys?" "I was just wondering," Brian said, "Don't you get lonely here all alone?" "Not really. I have my books and my writing journals; and there's plenty to do around the farm as you've seen." "I know," Brian said, "What I mean is don't you get lonely?" James laughed. "You hitting on me Brian?" "What if I was?" James looked at me. "I thought you two had a thing going on." I shrugged. "We do." James looked back at Brian. Brian giggled and blushed. James shook his head. "You boys shouldn't be teasing old men like me." "We're not teasing. We like you. Besides, you're not an old man and you've been real nice to us, is all," Brian said. "Hey, I did what I did because you are a couple of nice kids not to get anything out of it. You don't owe me anything." "We know," Brian said. "And besides that Brian, I don't expect anything from you for helping you out either. I promised to help and I will. No strings attached." "I know." "So what's this all about?" "Don't you ever just get horny?" Brian asked. Again James laughed. "As a matter of fact I do. I still don't see what that has to do with the price of butter." "Well," Brian said, "Rumor is that you don't like girls. That you only went out with a few and nothing much happened." "Is that so?" "Yep. Some folks even say you go to the city to... you know pick up guys." "Some people are so fucking noisy." "I guess you could teach us a lot." "I don't think you two need any instruction whatsoever. I've seen you romping in the woods." Brian and I looked at each other. We both laughed. "You have not!" I said. "You two love to get it on in the out-of-doors. If I didn't know better I'd swear you wanted me to catch you." "Maybe we did and maybe we didn't," Brian teased. "Well all I have to say is, you boys had better be careful," James warned. "OK, OK," Brian said, "So what about it?" "What about what?" "You want to teach us some stuff?" Brian giggled. James shook his head. "Like I said," James said looking at Brian, "I don't think there is anything to teach you boys. Besides, I'm three times older than you, boys. You imagine what folks would say if they got a nose that I was messing with you." Brian cocked his head and thought before saying, "They'd probably say I was a slut like my mother." We all howled with laughter. Brian went, sat on James' lap and kissed him on the cheek. James again looked at me. I couldn't help but chuckle. I was really turned on watching Brian trying to seduce him. I realized that, although James would have never made a move on Brian or me, he was turned on by what was happening; he wanted to be seduced. I got up and reached for both their hands. They each placed one in one of mine. I pulled them both to their feet and led them to James' bedroom. ************************************************************************ News: Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com Name Change: Beginning March 1, 2002 access to the Tom Cup Library can be gained by going to http://www.tomcup.com. 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