Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 09:55:42 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tommy Series (Returning Home) Chapter 5 Gay A/Y, Y/F, Camping

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Tommy - Returning Home
By Tom Cup
Chapter 5
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Brian and I undressed and stood naked in front of James, he stood leaning
against the frame of the door gazing at us and shaking his head. Brian and I
were already erect and though James was pretending to be resistant, the
bulge in his pants revealed that he was as ready as we were.  Brian lay on
the bed, fondling himself as I took James' hand, with him feigning
hesitation, and led him to the bed. James kept shaking his head like he was
trying to wake up from a dream. I knelt at his feet, loosened his laces and
removed his shoes. Brian was busy unbuttoning James' shirt. As I looked up
to see Brian's firm twin mound and trim form removing the older man's shirt,
I trembled at the eroticism of the scene playing out before me.

Brian ran his hands over the James' furry chest. I slid my hand up the
inside of James' jean covered thigh, slowly edging over the bulge in his
pants before unbuckling his jeans, releasing the clasp and zipper. I heard
James moan and glanced up to see Brian tonguing him, kissing him slowly with
circular movements. I gripped James jeans and tugged them off with his boxer
shorts. His cock was fully engorged. I straddled his thighs and took his
penis in my hands, beginning a slow massage. James moaned and Brian looked
over his shoulder to see what I was doing.

"I want to go first.  Can I?" He asked me.  I nodded and he swung around to
face me, staring down at James' now throbbing cock. Brian's hands replaced
mine and I began stroking myself to the sight of Brian's manipulating hand
and the sounds of James' moans. I stroked myself slowly, lightly, fearing
that the intensity of our activity would take me over the edge far to soon.
Brian slid his body up toward James' head while lowering his own head to
take James into his mouth. James gasped. I saw Brian suddenly tremble as
James' hands began inspecting Brian's young body. James inhaled deeply,
taking in Brian's scent, his tongue flicked at Brian's under sac. Brian
moaned, a high-pitched and whiny sound; like a kid badly in need of
suckling. James peered over Brian's round humps to see me smiling at him.

"Come here," James said to me.

We repositioned ourselves so that my groin was in James' face, Brian's was
in mine; Brian never released James as we made these adjustments. We began
feeding hungrily on one another. I had learned all the things that Brian
loved me to do with my mouth and tongue. I went at him in a purposeful
frenzy. I soon discovered that Brian had judged correctly about James, he
was simply driving me crazy with his expertise. His mouth swallowed my cock,
engulfing it with hot moisture.  His tongue moved expertly around the shaft
and flicked at its head. My pelvis came alive and pumped at him of its own
volition. Just as I thought I might lose it he released me, the air cooling
my overheated penis as he sucked my balls into his mouth. Brian's body
rocked to the bobbing movements of his head on James' cock. I imitated James
and took Brian's testicles into my mouth. Brian froze, enjoying the feeling
as I took in the pungent smell of his ass. As if reading my mind I felt
James' tongue slide toward my waiting hole. I quivered as he grasped my
hips, pulled me to himself and filled me with the flexible flesh of his
mouth. I relaxed and pushed my ass onto his mouth while rolling my tongue
down, around, into Brian's body. Brian bucked his ass against my face trying
to get more of me into him. His movements became spastic.

"I can't take it anymore," Brian said coming up for air. Of course, I knew
what he meant.

"Damn you boys are good," James said hoarsely, almost drunkenly.

I wasn't in the mood for talk. I pulled away from James and positioned Brian
on James' chest facing him. I then sat on James' lap, feeling his cock,
slick with Brian's saliva, run along my tongue lashed crevice. James wasn't
prepared for the hungry will of my descent as I reached behind me,
positioned the head and sat fully down on him.

"Uhn! Jesus, boy! You trying to kill me?"

I smiled and Brian smiled back at me, looking over his shoulder. Brian
raised himself and sat back on me. I was overwhelmed by the sensations of
filling and being filled, the radiating and enveloping heat of their two hot
bodies engulfing me, their panted breaths squeezing and hugging me. We all
savored the moment, not moving, allowing our bodies to become one. James sat
up in the bed; with me sitting on his lap and Brian sitting on mine facing
him, he began pumping himself deeper into me, forcing me into Brian. I
kissed and tongued Brian's ears, neck and shoulders. James sucked on Brian's
chest and nibbles as his strong hands gripped my ass and aided his
penetration of me. Brian bounced and wiggled on top of me. James pumped me
with ease, stretching me with his own rhythm. I held on, riding and being
ridden. My hand was working feverishly on Brian's member as he plummeted on
me again and again. I could feel Brian's flesh harden and spasm in my hand,
a cooling slippery liquid aided me as I continued to pleasure Brian both
inside and out. James' strong hands manipulated my movement; he was
thrusting deeper and more purposefully into me. I was panting erratically
trying to hold off the building eruption but when Brian's head flared back
and he screamed his release while his ass clamped and spasmed around my
cock, I could take no more. I forced myself as far down on James as I could
go, pulled Brian down on me, and pumped my sperm into him as Brian's sperm
jetted from his body onto James' chest and James released his molten seed
inside of me.

We were lying together with James in the middle, Brian and I playing gently
with the hairs on his chest, reveling in the satisfaction and intensity of
our love play when James burst into laughter. James' body shook so
vehemently from the laughter that the bed bounced. Brian and I stared at
each other and then at James, who kept signaling to wait; that he would tell
us what was so funny and then fell into such hysterics that finally the bug
bit us all. Brian and I laughed to tears because of the tearful laughter of
James. We finally separated to different rooms to try to contain ourselves.

"What the fuck was so funny?" I asked coming and sitting on the couch with
James who had regained his composure by starting a fire; Brian came out of
the bathroom and hearing the question began to snicker but I pointed to him
not to start again and he quelled the sensation.

"Come here you two," James said. His voice was laced with tenderness and
command, love and awe.  It caressed us into obeying though we would not have
denied him. We sat on either side of him; his strong able arms cradled us.
"You asked if I every get lonely. Well, the truth is yes. I do. I do go to
the city and some times I meet someone and we have some fun together. But in
all my days nothing has even come close to this evening. Thank you boys."

"And that was funny?" I asked.

"Not funny ha ha, but funny ironic. Brian wanted me to teach you something
but instead you taught me something. Do you really know why it was such a
terrific evening?"

Brian and I stared at one another. No answer was apparent. We shook our
heads.

"It was terrific because we have a relationship beyond the sex. We're
friends sharing a deeper friendship. You boys bared more than your bodies to
me tonight, you bared your souls. You showed me the depths of your ability
to love. Few people get to see such a sight. It's something I will carry
with me for the rest of my life."

"I was just horny," Brian teased.

"Really?" James asked, "Was that really all it was to you Brian?"

Brian blushed and then said, "Naw, but you're getting all mushy."

"Yeah, I know," James said, "That's part of it, isn't it? And it's important
for you Brian. We all know how hard things are for you. You protect yourself
by not becoming attached. But it's too late to shut me out; you let me in
tonight. I'm not going to let you forget that. And you," James continued
turning to me, "so full of love and concern and yet lost in this world.
You're a beautiful kid Tommy and though Brian has had the worst of it until
now I fear for you the most."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Tommy," James said, "You are so full of love and caring that people
are going to try to take advantage of you. Especially old perverted men like
me. We will see that fine ass of yours and your loving nature and want to
fuck you till kingdom come. At some point you will start to wonder if
everyone is simply after a good fuck, and boy are you ever a good fuck, but
you will want more. You'll want a life partner, someone that loves your soul
as well as your body. Be picky now, Tommy, before they use you up and you
become cynical."

"I liked what we did James," I said, "And I wanted to do it."

"Me too," Brian added.

"And me three," James answered squeezing us, "But I am talking about the
future. I want you boys to remember this night. Remember the love we shared
and how we got there. We didn't jump in the sack together the first night we
met, we developed a relationship through the summer. The relationship came
first. If we never do this again, which would probably be the wisest course
for me though not what I want, I will be filled and sustained by the
friendship we've nurtured. Love is not sex guys."

"Do you always get this heavy after sex?" I asked.

James laughed. "Not usually. But this is a special occasion. You brought
this out of me."

*****


As the day of my departure grew nearer, I became more and more depressed.
The summer that had seemed nonchalant when it began, like the student
believing that a term paper assigned at the beginning of the semester would
only take three days to complete, filled with dread, it began its frenzied
pace towards completing its task. James offered to let me stay with him and
enroll in school there but Mom began to weep at the idea. She had lost Dad
and missed me terribly. I understood. So I prepared to say my farewells,
promising to visit on weekends and holidays, making love to Brian when ever
we got the chance and discussing the future with James.

"Here I want to give you something," James said as he rumbled through some
of his journals.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Not much. Just a story I wrote."

"What's it about?"

"You'll see that when you read it."

I did read it. It told of a man that lived alone on a farm, who believed he
had everything that life would offer him until the day two boys entered his
life and called him friend. I wept as I read it, back home in my room. I
took out the journal that James gave me as a parting gift and began writing
the story of a boy that was surprised by how much love and loss can be
forced into one life.

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