Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 20:54:38 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tourist #7

THE TOURIST
(c) By
Lee Mariner

February 2003

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Chapter #7

The Marriott dining rooms were noted for having good food and under other
circumstances I am sure Curtis would have done justice too his dinner.  This
evening was not normal and he picked at his food.

I had a pretty good idea what he was musing about but I really wasn't sure
how to approach it other then straight out.

"Curtis, you aren't going to help your grandmother by not eating. You know
what she would say don't you?"

"She would fuss and say something pretty much like you just did.  Grandma
would always tell me my mom and dad would be crying in heaven if I didn't
eat or I had done something wrong but I really don't feel like eating Jack.
Is it very far to the hospital? I would like to see grandma if I can."

"Sure we can Curt, just as soon as we finish dinner." I said softly.

				* * * * * * * *
Curtis ate a little more of his dinner but not that much. On the way to the
hospital, which was only a few blocks, he was pretty quiet for the most part
until just before we parked in the parking lot.

"Jack, will that lady be here. The one that says she is my aunt?"

"I'm sure she will Curt. Chris told me she was when I was talking with him.
You have to remember that your grandmother is her mother."

"Yeah, but I've never met her. Grandma never told me anything about her."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions until we have met her Curt. Okay? She
might be a very nice lady."

"Maybe she is but I don't want to live with her if I don't have to." He
said.

The manner in which Curtis spoke caused me to glance at his face.  He had a
determined set to his jaw and a stubborn tone in his voice.

"You aren't living with her yet Curtis and when Chris gets here tomorrow he
can tell us more about that. Let's go inside."

				* * * * * * * *

The receptionist gave us the room number for Mrs. Callister and indicated
where the elevators were. I had never thought of hospitals as having a lobby
but I guess you could call the huge high ceilings of the glass Atrium with
comfortable chairs and couches scattered among live palms and various potted
flowering bushes could qualify as a lobby. It reminded me of art deco in an
off-handed way, a mixture of past and present décor.

We stopped at the nurses' station on the 2nd floor where Mrs. Callister's
room, 210, was and a young nurse looked up at me from the paperwork she was
doing.

"May I help you sir?" She asked.

"Yes, can you tell me how Mrs.Callister in room 210 is doing?"

"Are you family sir?"

"Not family, a friend. My name is Jack Cumberland. I'm her grandson, Curtis
McKeon's guardian and he would like to see her."

"Mrs. Parks didn't mention anything about a grandson or a guardian. Mrs.
Callister's doctors have directed only family members be allowed to see
her." The nurse said leafing through the papers in a file folder she had
pulled from a filing cart.

Curtis leaned over the partition in front of the nurse's desk. "Miss, I'd
like to see my grandmother can't you call someone or something?" He asked
clearly frustrated and just as he did a man in the usual hospital doctor's
frock walked up to the counter.

"Something wrong Nurse Johnson? Can I be of help?" He said in almost a
whispery soft, well-modulated voice.

"They would like to see Mrs. Callister Dr. Cochran but the orders only
permit family members. Mrs. Parks didn't say anything about a grandson and
this gentleman says he is the young mans guardian."

"I am his guardian temporarily Dr. Cochran. My name is Jack Cumberland and
Curtis is an employee of mine.  When his grandmother was taken ill and there
was no other family member available locally, a magistrate gave me temporary
custody of Curtis until matters were straightened out."

"Dr. Cochran, Mr. Cumberland, its nice meeting you. I'm Mrs. Callisters
primary physician. I wonder why Mrs. Parks didn't indicate a grandson would
be visiting? That's easily taken care of, I was going to her room when I
overheard your conversation with nurse Johnson."  The doctor said looking at
both of us.

"She has never met me doctor, that's probably why." Curtis said anxiously.

"That may be young man but you would think she would know her mother had a
grandson wouldn't you? Have you been told your grandmothers condition?"

"Mr. Flegler my attorney told us she was in a coma and not doing very well."
I said, "Mrs. Parks spoke with him while Curtis and I were on our way up and
he called the Marriott where we are staying. I called him and he told us."

"Then she did know about her nephew." The doctor said as we walked down the
hallway.

"I'm not her nephew, I don't even know who she is." Curtis said angrily.

"Curtis. . . .Please." I said looking at Dr. Cochran. "He is still upset
about his grandmother."

"I don't doubt it. Here's the room." He said indicating a door on the left
with a "family only" sign displayed on the door with an "oxygen in use"
sign.

				* * * * * * * *

A lady, probably in her early to mid 50's, was sitting beside the bed when
we entered. Dr. Cochran made the introductions and after shaking her hand,
she turned too Curtis.

"Curtis, got a hug for your Aunt Norma?" She said extending her arms towards
him.

She looked at me, puzzled, when Curtis ignored her and brushing past her he
leaned over his grandmother kissing her forehead.

Dr. Cochran looked between the both of us before saying, "Maybe you should
talk outside Mrs. Parks. There's a lounge just down the hallway on the right
where you and Mr. Cumberland will be comfortable."

"Curtis." She said using an authoritarian tone, looking at him standing
beside the bed.

"I'll stay here Jack if it's okay with you and the doctor." Curtis said
again ignoring his "aunt".

The doctor nodded his head that it was okay and I held the door open for
Mrs. Parks. She preceded me rather quickly down the hallway and went into
the ladies room. I passed by the door and following the doctors directions
went on too the lounge, thinking that "if she comes she comes, if she
doesn't it's no skin off of my ass but I wished Chris was there."

				* * * * * * * *

There were three soft drink machines in the lounge area and while I was
extracting a Pepsi she came through the door.

"Would you like a drink Mrs. Parks?"

"No thank you." She said, coldly, walking past me and sitting down in one of
the individual seats across from a love-seat style couch. "Would you mind
telling me why Curtis is ignoring me like I don't exist? I've never been
treated so shabbily."

"Perhaps in his mind you don't exist Mrs. Parks. He never heard he had a
living aunt until yesterday." I said sitting across from where she had sat.
"Sure you wouldn't like a drink?" I offered.

"I am sure. I don't understand mother not telling him about me. It's not
like I never talked with her." She said primly.

"Did you ever talk with Curtis?" I asked watching her over the rim of the
soft drink can.

"Talk with Curtis, why should I have?"

"Curtis has lived with his grandmother for almost 10 years. Didn't you see
him when you visited Mrs. Callister?"

Mrs. Parks fidgeted and repositioned herself before answering a little less
primly.

"I never had any reason for visiting mother. She was doing fine whenever I
called and besides the salt air and all that sand are not good for my
health."

"Then that explains why Curtis never knew about you. Were you Mrs. McKeon's
older sister?"

"Mrs. McKeon, who is she?"

"She was Curtis's mother. She and her husband died in an accident in
Switzerland when he was 7 years old."

"Oh, McKeon!!" She answered somewhat flustered. "I'd forgotten what her
married name was."

"Unusual Mrs. Parks, that is something most sisters would always remember.
Didn't you attend their funeral?"

"I was ill at the time and couldn't. I believe mother said they were buried
in the family cemetery outside of Manteo. Why all of these questions about
my family?

"Just making conversation Mrs. Parks. You seemed rather angry in Mrs.
Callisters room when Curtis didn't seem to recognize you as his aunt."

"Didn't seem to recognize me, he absolutely ignored me. I think you and that
fast talking lawyer have something to do with it but when I get Curtis home
with me in Baltimore things will improve."

"I'm afraid that won't be anytime really soon Mrs. Parks.  I have temporary
custody of Curtis until his grandmother's condition is determined and your
relationship is confirmed. He will remain with me on the Outer Banks until
then." I said firmly.

"Confirm my relationship." She spluttered raising her voice and jerking
herself up out of her chair. "You will do not such thing."

"Sorry again Mrs. Parks, we will do just that. My main concern is the future
welfare of Curtis. But this is not the time or the place to be discussing
it." I said standing up across from her.

"I'll see you in court Mr. Cumberland and we will see what they will have to
say. Until then, the both of you to stay away from my mother."

"If you are so concerned about Curtis, why refuse him the right to visit
with his grandmother."

"He can visit but only when I am here with her." She said venomously.

Dr. Cochran and Curtis came into the room just as she spoke.

"You don't have that authority Mrs. Parks and I do wish you would lower your
voice. The entire floor can hear you. Who does and does not visit patients
is the hospital and attending physician's prerogative Mrs. Parks not yours.
I can see no reason Mr. Cumberland and Curtis cannot visit Mrs. Callister.
As to what times who is or is not here, I suggest you settle that between
you so it does not interfere with hospital procedure."

"I'm sorry doctor, this man makes me so angry I couldn't help myself. Asking
me questions about my family and where my sister and her husband are buried
almost insinuating I am a fraud."

Curtis flashed a look at me and started to speak but he didn't when he saw
me nod my head and look at him.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Parks, I didn't mean to upset you. I did tell you that I am
only concerned with the welfare of Curtis."

"That doesn't give you the right to question me like I was a common
criminal." She spat back at me angrily.

"I think you all should sit down somewhere outside of the hospital and
discuss your problems. My concern is with Mrs. Callister and the other
patients on this floor. However, visiting hours are over for today. Mr.
Cumberland, I suggest you leave the telephone number where you are staying
with the nurse and that way we can call if there is any change in Mrs.
Callister's condition."

"We are staying at the Marriott. If you would like to get in touch with us
Mrs. Parks, won't you call us?  Maybe we could have lunch tomorrow and see
what we can work out?" I said offering my hand.

"The next time we discuss anything it will be in court. As soon as the
doctor says it is safe for mother to be moved, I am taking her with me back
to Baltimore. Until then, I will visit her daily in the evenings after
dinner." She said turning on her heel and leaving.

The three of us watched as she swiftly walked down the hallway.

"It sounds as if you have made and enemy Mr. Cumberland." Dr. Cochran said.
"I have spoke with here several times but I never realized she was so
domineering and vindictive. As for Mrs. Callister being moved, she should be
able to before very long.  Her condition is stabilized but I'm afraid she
will remain in a coma for the foreseeable future. The stroke was massive; we
are all surprised she is still living. Mrs. Parks should place her in a
nursing home if she is not able to be with her almost constantly. Caring for
a comatose person is not an easy task. I've got to be going. Don't forget,
leave your names and phone number with the nurse."

				* * * * * * * *

Before we left the hospital, I gave the nurse the information as Dr. Cochran
had suggested and obtained the nursing station telephone number. Several
people were waiting for the elevators so Curtis and I used the stairway
since it was only one floor down. Several of the overhead lights in the
hallways had been turned off indicating that the hospital visiting hours
were over for the day but the hospital was still well lighted. Fortunately
the parking lot was well lit and we didn't have any trouble finding the car.

The traffic had lessened as it usually does in most cities after 10 o'clock
in the evening and we didn't have any trouble finding a parking place in the
Marriott garage. Curtis had been quiet again after we left the hospital but
for different reasons then before. I was learning not to quiz him, he would
tell me what was on his mind when he had it sorted out.

"Uncle Jack." He said as we got out of the car. "Could we take a walk in
that park over by the river?"

"Sure we could but aren't you tired?" I said, a little surprised at his
calling me uncle.

"Just a little but I need to talk about what happened back there. Can that
lady cause you a lot of trouble?" He asked as we crossed the street too the
park entrance.

The park was almost deserted but there were old fashioned stanchion lights
spaced on either side of the concrete walkway and benches were spaced in
ones and twos on either side if you wanted to sit down and rest. The police
had a hard time keeping the homeless from using them overnight for sleeping
and we saw a couple as we passed them.

"She could Curtis but I'm not worried about her. To be very frank, I don't
think she is everything she claims. Lets sit down." I said indicating a
bench close to one of the lights.

"You know more about that than me but when I heard her say mom and day had
been buried I started to tell you that wasn't right. Mom and Dad were
cremated. Grandma has the urn with their ashes on the mantel over the
fireplace in the living room." He said excitedly. "She was lying about that
Uncle Jack."

"Is there anything else Curtis? Chris will be here tomorrow and if Mrs.
Parks is going to take me/us to court we need all the information we can
get."

"I don't know anything about Mrs. Parks." He said turning on the bench
facing me with one leg pulled up and his other foot on the ground. "Grandma
never told me anything about her, I didn't even know she had another
daughter. Grandma has a safe deposit box in the bank where she kept a lot of
papers. I think she has my birth certificate and mom and dads death
certificates in there. I know where she hid the key in the house."

"We should get the key so Chris can get a court order and open the box so we
can see what else is in there." I said gazing into his eyes and he gazed
back at me.

"You won't let them take me away will you Uncle Jack?" He said softly a
pleading look in his eyes.

"Not if I can help it Curtis. Chris and I will fight anything she tries to
do. Just remember one thing, courts are very funny and it is hard to predict
what they will do. Right now, we are together and I don't think there is
anyway she can split us up."

It is difficult remembering that teenagers do things out of the ordinary
almost without thinking. Curtis looked around and then leaned over kissing
me on the cheek, grinning.

"Can we get something to drink before we go up to our room?" He said getting
up and pulling me with him.

"There is a fridge in the room stocked with just about anything you want." I
said following him.

"Cool." He said, amazing me with a complete change in demeanor.

A few minutes earlier he was concerned about what might or might not happen
and just as suddenly that is in the past and he wants something to drink and
holds my hand as we walk towards the hotel.

				* * * * * * * *

The hotel lounge is active as we walk past but the restaurant seems to be
closing for the night. I checked with the clerk at the counter for messages
but none had come in. I don't know why but I had hoped maybe Norma Parks had
called and accepted my invitation for lunch.

As soon as we got in the room, Curtis took his jacket off tossing it on one
of the chairs and getting a drink from the fridge.

"You want something Uncle Jack." He asked.

"A Bud Lite if there's one in there."

"There is." He said twisting the top off and handing it to me as he sat down
on the couch. Leaning over he removed his Nike's and taking a deep drink of
his Pepsi he leaned back against the back of the couch resting his head. He
sort of draped one leg up over the arm and leaned the other one against
mine, holding his drink in his left hand and I could see his chest expand
and contract as he breathed, the outline of his breast muscles visible with
each breath.

I took a pull at the bottle swallowing several times when I felt his right
hand resting on the inside of my thigh, his fingers doing a scratching
motion. Lowering the bottle from my mouth I looked over at him. He had his
head resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed, still holding
his drink in one hand and scratching my leg with the other.

Sitting my bottle on the table in front of the couch I reached over and took
the can from his hand, sitting it with the bottle.

Curtis turned his head looking at me with soft eyes, his soft succulent
moist lips parted slightly. Moving a little closer I ran my hand over his
chest muscles and down around his waist.  We kissed with parted lips and his
tongue was like a rapier twisting and turning, engaged in battle with mine.
He moaned softly from deep within his chest and he twisted his body pressing
it against mine. His steel hard cock pressed mine and I could feel the heat
through the double thickness of his jeans and my slacks.

His eyes were like hot embers; his breathing heavier and I felt the beat of
his heart as he pulled me closer, his lips again searching for mine.

Curtis slipped an arm behind me and with a sudden twist he moved my body and
I fell back on the couch cushions. The movement forced my legs up on the
couch and with another deft movement he was laying on top of me his eyes
sparkling and grinning.

"I forgot you were a wrestler." I said, both arms holding him tight.

"It was kind of fun. You aren't mad are you?" He said, grinding his groin
into mine.  I could feel his hard cock and mine moving between us as he
rotated his hips in a circular motion.

"No." I said pulling his shirt up over his head.

He pulled one leg up alongside of me and placed the other on the floor,
sitting up with his ass over my cock. Unbuttoning the throat buttons of my
shirt he pulled it up over my head, his muscles bulging and straining from
the effort. I laid there with him sitting on my groin my steel hard cock
pushing up between his denim covered ass cheeks his hands caressing my
chest.

"I've never been with another man Jack but none of them can be as beautiful
as you are." He said huskily "Jesus, I love the way you feel when I touch
you."

Without saying anything I reached for the top button of his jeans and
unsnapped it. When I started pulling the zipper down he stopped me and stood
up beside the couch. Removing my shoes, Curtis leaned down and brushed my
lips with his.

"Take yours off." He said and finished pulling his zipper down. Sliding his
hand down into his jockey's he rearranged his thick cock and then slowly
started pushing his jeans and jockey's down over his hips.

It was mesmerizing watching the erotic movement of his hips as he slowly
removed his clothing and I lay unmoving watching him. My heart pounded in my
chest and my cock throbbed with each beat, my breathing becoming more
ragged.

His body glowed in the soft subdued lighting of the single lamp we had lit
when we came in. Muscles rippled as he moved and his chest rose and fell
faster with the quickening of his breathing. His eyes sparkled and I could
see the tip of his tongue running over his lips and then his teeth biting
his lower lip as his cock suddenly sprang free from constraint, slapping up
against his hard flat stomach and then dropping downward a drop of
pre-seminal fluid flying upward and down disappearing over the back of the
couch from the force of his cock being released.

His clothing dropped around his ankles and he kicked his feet free standing
deliciously naked, his cock swinging free the base surrounded by thick dark
hair. His testicles hung like two large walnuts encased in satiny soft
flesh. I was transfixed by the magnificence standing within arms reach. I
raised my arms too him, still half clothed but instead of dropping into my
arms he leaned over and unbuckled my belt.

He quickly removed my slacks and I gasped when my cock sprang free from my
clothes and bounced up on my stomach with an audible "thump" pre-seminal
fluid dripping, almost flowing and he stood gazing down at me his eyes
shifting from my head to my feet.

It was almost as if we were reading each other's minds and words were not
necessary. I turned my back to the back of the couch and slid down slightly.
Curtis sat down on the edge of the couch and ran his fingers through the
soft hair covering my pelvis and slowly trailed them up over my chest
encircling each dark nipple. It felt like his fingers were transmitting
electric shock through every muscle and I gripped his wrist looking into his
eyes.
"You keep that up Curtis and I'm going to have a huge accident."

"I know I can feel it to. I want to do what you did to me this morning Jack
but I'm not sure what I should do. I know how to suck your cock but there is
more to it than that isn't there?" He said softly.

"Yes, that's why I've moved and made room. Lay down with your feet at this
end and then follow what I do and be careful with your teeth."

I had never taught someone how to give a blowjob but using the "69" method
seemed like the best way. The only thing I really worried about was his
being able to deep throat 8" for the first time.  He was an apt pupil and
succeeded on the second attempt but only after I released his thick 6" and
explained about letting his throat relax and breath normally though his
nose.

I took it slow and when I felt the head of my cock touch at the entrance to
his throat I waited for his breathing to slow and feeling his throat relax I
pushed gently and felt him following my movements. We both slid deeper until
we had reached the limits allowed by the length of our throbbing cocks. I
knew it would be only a very short time and I would reach my climax and I
could feel the same for Curtis from the way his cock was throbbing in my
throat.

I was right except that Curtis was so excited he drove his cock like a
piston in and out of my mouth much faster then I wanted. Lust has a way of
taking command and we both were like two race horses competing against each
other. His youth beat me by only a few seconds and his body tightened like
the strings of a violin, every muscle straining, his cock gushing thick
streams of is life-giving sperm down my throat.  I followed suit very
quickly and holding his head tightly my cock swelled and I groaned that
feeling of absolute ecstasy flowing through me as thick streams of my sperm
filled his throat.

We both held each other tight waiting as the euphoric afterglow slowly
subsided and our cock slipped from each other's lips. Curtis twisted quickly
and pressed his lips to mine and we exchanged the remnants of our sperm
mixed with saliva. His body was slick with perspiration and his skin felt
like velvet under my hands and his hair was damp.

We lay together on the couch for several minutes while our bodies adjusted
and I enjoyed the feeling of my hand moving over his body from the nape of
his neck to just below his buttocks. His skin was soft, smooth and
unblemished. A picture of when I had first saw him almost naked working out
at the store popped in my head and I believe that is when I started falling
in love with him then but I didn't really know it.

His muffled voice interfered with my thinking. "Are you okay Uncle Jack?"

"Sure, are you?"

"How do I answer that?" He said, twisting and resting his head on his
uplifted hand.

"A simple yes will do." I said.

"There is more to it than just saying yes Uncle Jack. I just did something
with someone I love and just saying yes won't describe how I feel. I started
falling in love with you when Beth introduced us. I never dreamed you might
feel the same way I do." He said softly in my ear and nibbling on my ear
lobe.

"Is that why you used my Bowflex half naked?"

"Partly and I was scared to death worrying what you were going to do."

"You guessed right. What say we get a shower and then bedtime?  Tomorrow is
going to be a big day for both of us."

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