Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2006 09:53:25 EDT
From: Punkincognito313@aol.com
Subject: The Prince and the Pauper Chapter 3

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. None of the names in the
story are real people, at least ones that this author knows. This is gay
fiction about high school romance, therefore if you are UNDER 18, GET OUT,
it is illegal for you to view this AND YOU KNOW THAT.
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				CHAPTER 3

	"What do you mean you are sleeping over, you have work tomorrow!"
My mother is probably baffled by this concept anyway, I mean the last time
I slept over a friend's house I was ten years old. "Mom I can go get my
work uniform and Tommy can drive me to work tomorrow."

"Well as long as he has no problems with it all, can I talk to his mother?"

"Hold on Mom" I put the cell down and covered the receiving end with my
hand.

"Tommy my Mom wants to talk to your Mom come to think of it where are your
parents?"

"My father is on a business trip in Berlin, and my Mom should be getting
back from my Aunt's later on tonight." I didn't like where this was going
when I picked the phone back up.

"Mom, Mrs. Tyler isn't back form her sister's yet."

"Well what about his father?"

"Business trip in Germany."  "Doesn't anybody watch the kid?" my mother
asked furiously.

"Mom, he's seventeen, I know you've never heard of the concept, but he's
been left alone for the day because as a teenager he can handle himself."

"Well obviously not, what type of party did he hold with his parents away
the whole day, did they even know bout it? What type of person is this
Tommy, Teddy?"

"Mom you don't know what you're talking about!"

"If anybody's staying over anybody's house it's going to be in this house
because if his parents aren't home, then just no Teddy, no iffs ands or
buts about it okay?"

"Well can he sleep over at our house?"

"I don't know Teddy, let me talk to your father." I heard them over the
phone, my parents are overprotective to an extreme degree, tacky, and love
to have arguments in other languages, from their loud voices permeating
through the phone I could tell this argument was in Spanish not
English. All of a sudden through my phone I could here my father screaming,
"Hello, hello?"

"Yeah Dad?"

"I have no problem, your mother is just being your mother again," we both
laughed at how over-protective she can be, "Have you two had dinner yet?"

"No not really."

"Why don't you two spend the night here, come over for dinner, we got a
late start on everything tonight because the power went off down in Morris
County, the damn heat, and your mother had to send something out to one of
those accounts and they stayed as late as they could for the power to go
back on so they could sent the stuff to the printers.  That and there must
be some ridiculous blow-out sale down at the Paramus Malls, traffic heading
South on 17 tonight was horrible even just from Ramsey to Ridgewood!"

"Al right Dad, I'll talk to Tommy to see if that's okay with him, see you
soon then." I closed my cell phone and looked over at Tommy; now adorable,
shivering from being drenched in the freezing central-air freezer they
called a guesthouse.

"Umm, how would you like it, if you spent the night at my house, I know it
sucks, because let's face it, any getting on tonight would be heard all
throughout my house, it's a 1960's split level, all the bedrooms are next
to each other. But, I really want to spend time with you, would you come
over, Mom is making us a batch of her great empanadas, rice, and platanos,
or for the visitor she said she'll even make ropa vieja if you want?"

"Ok, so like I know what the rice and maybe what the empanadas are, but
platanos? And Old Clothing?"

"You've never had Cuban food have you?"

"Teddy, I'm Dutch and Austrian, and most of the hired help is Russian, no
sweety!"  Tommy started to laugh hysterically like he found this question
amusing or something.

"Ok, well, we better get dressed to go back to my house, you should leave a
text or write a note to your Mom, you know."

"I know."  We both got ready, and he drove us back to my house. Oh, geese
my Mom was greeting us at the door, this night might not be fun.

"Hey guys, come on in, we set up in the dining room."

"Thanks for letting me stay over Mrs. Goldbladt."

"No problem Tommy," Okay, so dinner was really annoying for me, I guess I
like being included in conversation around me, but this doesn't always get
to happen; case in point.  While I'm sitting there scarfing down my
mother's delicious food, Tommy and my parents are getting along almost as
if they were real friends. Tommy, in my parents' eyes was the world's
greatest kid. My mother loved him because he loves to read and acts, and my
father loves him because he could babble on and on about sports. (Hey, I
did sports, doesn't mean I watch them on television or can spat out batting
averages from every MLB player since Nineteen Ninety Frigging Five!) What
freaked me out the most was that Thomas Tyler of Austrian and Dutch descent
or whatever he said before, who knew nothing about Cuban food and or
anything else Hispanic, somehow knew how to play the Spanish card games
with my parents! How the hell did he know them, he's from Ridgewood, NJ, I
always thought I was the only resident Hispanic, lol. So, then after
dinner, he sat there with my parents for hours playing stupid card games
with some other stupid kind of deck while I left the room and went down to
the den to watch some television, I obviously wasn't needed for fun in
there. Later on I think I fell asleep during an episode of Degrassi on
The-N.
	When I woke up, I had no idea what was going on, I was on the couch
in the den spread long ways, and he had Tommy was on the end, sitting with
the legging popped out of the couch and my head was resting on his
chest. He had placed a blanket from my room on me and was now playing with
my hair curling little ringlets with his fingers.

"This is a great way to wake up, Tommy what time is it?"

"Three in the morning, baby. You know, you are a really sound sleeper. You
are quite adorable when you sleep. When you sleep, every few minutes you
laugh. I've never seen somebody laugh in there sleep, it makes me want to
just do this," Tommy took my already staring at his face head and gripped
his hands around the back of it and kissed me. Oh boy, I think I've fallen
and I can't get up for him.

"So, I'm glad you got along with my parents, I couldn't believe how
well. You know everything, and they always seem to think they do, so you
all really clicked; better than I've ever clicked with them! I just have
one question, how did you know the Spanish card games?"

"The landscapers." We both laughed, I sat up after being spread across the
couch and snuggled in next to Tommy.

"You know Tommy, since we're down here, and my parents are probably asleep
already, their bedroom is in the front of the house, and we're in the back,
we can have some fun!"  Before I could finish saying it, he started
nibbling gently on my ears and caressing my back with his hands. Then, I
heard my father groan and leave his room; he probably is going to get a
drink of water. Thankfully the house was pitch black at the moment, and
Tommy and I went down to the floor out of view of the kitchen/den
stairs. As we lay there me on top of him on the floor out of sight from my
father, Tommy covered us with the blanket he covered me with before. I
don't know what came over me when I was under there; I took the tie on
Tommy's shorts, undid them with my tongue (space was limited under that
blanket) and opened his shorts. Then I heard a door close, and I guess my
Dad had gone back upstairs. I wiggled out of the top of the blanket and
looked right into his eyes.

"Hey Teddy, what were you starting to do?" Tommy joked with a wicked smile
on his face.

"Oh, well, you know" Then I started kissing his neck and he took his hands
and put them in my shorts and he started pinching my ass and grabbing my
cheeks. I went back up to his mouth and engaged in s fun game of tonsil
hockey, and while we were doing that I stated moving up and down his body,
our tents dry humping each other. Then, he took his hands and played with
my ass again, only this time he started to finger my ass.

"Tommy!"

"What Teddy?" I didn't want to say I wasn't really sure I was ready for
anal yet, I mean I haven't even seen his dick before. I was really
embarrassed to say I wasn't ready, and I just got up and sat on the couch,
I curled up resting my head on my knees and started to cry. This was so
embarrassing; Tommy probably thinks I'm such a loser! "Teddy, are you okay?
What's the matter? If you aren't ready baby I understand!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, honey, I don't want to force you into anything you aren't ready
emotionally to do, I mean your parents told me a while after you left how
closeted you were," Tommy cut himself off and stomped his feet.  "WHAT?
THEY KNOW?" I couldn't help but scream, why the hell had they never
confronted me, how the hell did they know? What?????????

"Umm, Teddy, wait," he stopped me from running upstairs, "Listen they
wanted you to come to them when you were ready."

"What the hell, they can tell you that shit, and they can't even tell me?
What? How do they know, I never let on any hints? This is so weird, and
they told you? What did they assume about us or something? What the fuck is
going on?" I was confused to death at this point.

"Well, at one point while we were playing a game of Tute, they asked me how
long we were going out. It came to a shock to me also, I hadn't known that
you had talked to them about you being gay or not yet either, so I just sat
there shocked not saying anything for a few moments. Then your mother asked
me if I was even your boyfriend or gay myself."

"What did you tell them?"

"That yes, I was your boyfriend" I hugged Tommy, I hadn't up until now
known completely where our relationship was at, and now that I knew he felt
the same way about me as I felt about him I found it very hard to let go of
him so he could tell me the rest of the story, so I snuggled into his arms
and chest like earlier.

"So how did they find out I was gay, and how did they assume we were going
out? If I was in your position, I would have asked that."

"Well, Terry said she just knew, she said being as it was and how she did
theater and knew a lot of gay men, she said her gaydar is pretty advanced."

"Do they care?"

"Not as much as you do, that's for sure."

"Hey!" I nudged Tommy in his gut.

"So you're my boyfriend, huh? I never agreed to that." I joked.

"Do you agree now?"

"Of course! Umm, Tommy, about before; I just wanted you to know, I'm ready
for most things, I'm just, I guess, not ready for butt fucking yet. Can we
take that slow?" Tommy looked back at me and smiling.

"Teddy, yeah, it will be hard to resist you like that," he joked, made a
funny face and then gently touched my face with his hand, "But I can
definitely wait for you!"

	I couldn't resist him any longer, and I basically tackled Tommy
onto the floor and started to play wrestle him until he had me locked on
top of him, then he grabbed me forward and started to kiss me. Then, Tommy
rolled me off of him and started kissing my neck, and then he licked my
chest, as he did so he started to undo my khaki shorts with his hands, he
licked right down to my navel when he took the shorts completely off me.
Tommy cupped my dick with his mouth on my underwear and started to squeeze
his lips around my dick's head through the cloth. This was better than any
masturbation! Lol.  "Oh Tommy!" I whimpered as he ran his finger through
the flap of my briefs and rubbed my nuts. I don't know how he did it
without hurting me since the room was still pitch black, but with his mouth
some how he took of my briefs and hung them on my face as a joke. As I
chuckled, I started to moan when I felt his lips kiss my dick and his
tongue start to lather the shaft, at this point metal was less solid than
my dick! Tommy started to squeeze the head in between his tongue and cheeks
and I drew blood from biting my finger to prevent screaming in
ecstasy. Tommy went up and down on my dick taking all, yeah only six, but
fat six inches in. I started banging my arms on the ground as I couldn't
take it anymore and I moaned to Tommy, "Oh baby I'm gunna cum! Tommy!" He
never let go and swallowed all of it! All five lengthy spurts, or that was
what I thought.  Afterwards he came back up to me and started to french me
with cum still in his mouth.  He let me taste it as he lathered my tongue
with it. He hugged, and then started dressing me back up, when I assured
him we weren't done by lifting his arms off of me and taking his shirt
off. I kissed his nipples and moved my hands down into his shorts, which I
just pulled right off, "Oh Tommy, you're such a Kink!" Tommy wasn't wearing
any underwear at all! I took a look at the most beautiful enormous dick
I've ever seen away from the Internet. "Tommy! You're huge, I thought only
black men we're hung this massive!"

"Eight and a half inches, all for you!"

"Wow!" was all I got out before I started on trying to go down on little,
fuck little giant Tommy Jr.  I licked the part under the head by the vein,
and then tried to engulf Tommy.  I went down the first time and got I
suppose half way down, the next try I almost got it, and then by the third
time I was truly deep throating. Tommy took his hands and put them around
my head and bobbed me up and down his massive member! As he bobbed me I
wrapped my tongue around and suctioned him with my lips and cheeks until he
cummed several wads of his cream into my hungry mouth, what I didn't
swallow, or get all over my chin, lol, I swapped with Tommy again in a
passionate kiss after. When I looked up at his blue eyes I knew I wanted to
be his forever! We got back dressed, and went on the couch and fell asleep.

	When I woke up, Tommy was playing with my hair in a half sleep I
guess.  Tommy was lying across the couch and I was on top of him, one of
his arms was across my chest holding one of mine and the other was making
wringlets in my hair. "I could stay like this forever." I said to myself;
because I wanted to, I tried to nod back to sleep, but in a few minutes I
heard three familiar voices "awwwing" from the kitchen/den stairs.  I
opened my eyes and saw Claudia, Raquel, and my mother on the stairs making
a big fuss about Tommy and I. HOW EMBARRASING! Tommy woke up and didn't
realize at first, but then asked me what was going on.

"Look for yourself!" I told him, and then got up, when I was standing, I
gave the three of them the finger.

"Oh hi Mrs. Goldbladt, umm..."

"On the right Claudia, on the left Raquel, meet my two older sisters
Tommy."

"Hey Teodorito!" Claudia laughed.

"Okay so the secret's out I guess," I tried to regain any control over this
ridiculous predicament.

"Aren't they adorable girls?" Mom said to my sisters, as they all joked,
laughed, and thankfully went upstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning baby" "Morning Teddybear, can I call you that?"

Giving Tommy a disgusted face, as in ugh, but jokingly I suppose, I
replied, "You can call me anything in the world. C'mon, let's get some
breakfast, and face those idiots up there in the kitchen."

"Come here first." Tommy hugged me and whispered in my ears, "I love you
Teddy," then I walked up to the kitchen in Tommy's embrace. Things are
changing now I guess.

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