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You Promised Me a Tomorrow Chapter 6
I love my parents. I know I've said that before, but I really do. When I arrived with TJ after school, my dad was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. You should have seen the smile on his face when we walked through the door.
"Hi, Son." He looked at me, then over at TJ. "You must be TJ." He walked over and instead of shaking his hand, he pulled him into a hug.
"It's so nice to meet you. Randy's told me so much about you." I watched as my father took his strong arms and placed them around TJ. TJ seemed to melt in his embrace. I had a feeling that getting a hug was not a common event for him. When I first starting touching him, he would instantly back away. Now he seemed like he was getting used to being touched and held. My father looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. After a minute, TJ stepped away and I noticed his eyes were misty.
"Randy, get the lettuce out and start making a salad. TJ, you can help me." I watched as TJ stepped over to the stove and watched as my father explained to him how he was preparing Chicken Kiev. TJ listened intently, and helped my father by handing him ingredients. They seemed to really be getting along. I just stood back and watched with a silly grin plastered to my face. It reminded me of when my father first started teaching me how to cook.
"Alright, boys. Set the table and then go up to your room. I'll call you when dinner's ready." I took TJ into the dining room and pulled the china out of the china cabinet. TJ looked wide-eyed around. He looked around like he'd never seen a dining room before. He'd get extremely nervous each time I'd hand him a plate. I think he was afraid he was going to drop one.
"Come on; let's go up to my room." I took him by his hand and lead him out of the room. I looked in the kitchen and saw my father watching us. He smiled and went back to cooking dinner.
"Wow!" TJ exclaimed when I opened the door to my bedroom. "This is your room?" He walked around staring at everything in my room. He walked over to my desk and looked down at my computer.
"This is yours?" I nodded my head. He walked over to my bookcase and looked at my CD player and cd's. He began sorting through them. "Wow." He said admiring my rather large collection.
While he was busy looking, I walked up and wrapped my arms around him. He fell back into me and put his head next to mine. His eyes were closed and I could feel him breathing heavily. I reached my hands under his shirt and began gently rubbing my hands across his smooth stomach. He let out a soft moan.
I began to harden and cautiously pressed my cock against his ass. His body stiffened for a minute. I thought I had maybe gone too far. But I felt him relax and press against me more forcefully, grinding himself into me. I let my hand fall and rubbed it across his hard cock. He let out another moan. I began to gently kiss his neck as he continued to grind his ass against my hard cock. He reached around and rubbed his hand against its hardness. I let out a soft whimper.
"Boys! Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Wash up." We both jumped when my father shouted up the stairs.
"Damn." I muttered. I could hear TJ giggling. I reached down and stroked him one more time and then turned him around facing me. He knew what I wanted and leaned in to meet my lips. We kissed passionately for a moment. He reached down and ran his hand against my hard dick and stroked me through my jeans. I moaned into his mouth.
"We'd better get cleaned up." I pushed away from him, but went back for a final kiss. "They'll be upset if we don't go downstairs in a few minutes. My mom is home and probably wants to meet you."
We walked across the hall and washed our hands. TJ said he had to pee. I was hoping he'd do it with me in the room, but he seemed to be waiting for me to leave, so I reluctantly stepped out and walked downstairs. He joined us a few minutes later.
My mother and father were quietly talking when TJ walked into the kitchen. My mother smiled when she saw him. She looked over at me and winked and mouthed, "He's cute."
TJ saw her and started blushing.
"Hello, Dear. I'm Evelyn Lawrence. You must be TJ." She walked over and hugged him. Again, TJ seemed to love the affection. He held on to her and wrapped his arms around her. She held him and gently rubbed his back. After a minute, she stepped back and announced that dinner was ready.
Dinner was fun. My parents aren't the kind who acts like FBI investigators with my friends. That's why most of them enjoyed coming to my home. I had already told my dad the day before that TJ didn't want to discuss his life, so they steered clear of any personal questions. Most of the dinner conversation involved my parents telling embarrassing tales of my childhood. TJ laughed throughout most of the dinner. I smiled across the table at him. I was happy he seemed so relaxed in our home.
When dinner was over, my parents excused us from the table. I was happy for this. Usually I got stuck with the task of cleaning up the dinner table. It didn't matter if I did have friends join us. Dean, Wilson and others knew that when we finished, it was expected that they start taking dishes to the dishwasher. My parents would disappear to the living room and watch the evening news.
We went upstairs and I closed my bedroom door. My parents respect my privacy, so I knew they would not enter without knocking first and getting my permission. Besides, they rarely ever came upstairs until it was time for bed. I grabbed TJ's hand and pulled him over to my bed.
"Come here, Sexy." I threw him on the bed and climbed on top of him, careful not to put all my weight on him. Our lips met once again, and we kissed deeply. I shoved my tongue against his mouth forcing it open. We began to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. Both of us hardened immediately, and ground our cocks into each other. He began to moan as he thrust into me.
Suddenly, he let out a load moan and his body went rigid as he thrust upward. I knew by his actions that he was cumming. He thrust a few more times and then his body went limp. I released the kiss and looked into his blushing face.
"You didn't just do what I think you did?" His face burned a bright red as he began to giggle uncontrollably. I sat up and looked at his laughing face. It was just too cute.
"You'd better go to the bathroom and clean up before it dries." I reluctantly got off him and sat on the edge of the bed as he disappeared from the room. I sat with a smile on my face. This was the first time I'd ever made a guy cum in his pants before. I found it extremely erotic. He walked in a few minutes later, still blushing.
"You alright?" I asked with a grin still on my face.
"Shut up." We both began laughing hysterically. He came over to the bed and sat down beside me. I put my arm around him and pulled him into another kiss. He reached over and began rubbing my still hard cock in my pants. I began to moan and thrust upward into his hand. He jammed his tongue deeply into my mouth and began to kiss me passionately.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt my balls tighten as I deposited a large amount of cum into my pants. TJ continued to rub until my motions began to slow. He pulled back and looked at me and began to grin evilly.
"Now we're even." He began to laugh. It was my turn to blush.
"Have I ever told you I love you?" I began to kiss him when I saw a sudden change in his face. He looked at me and his eyes began to tear up.
"You love me?" He asked, as a tear fell down his cheek.
"Yes, I love you." He fell into my arms and began to sob. I gently held him, rubbing his back. After a few minutes his crying began to subside. I heard him whisper, "I love you too."
I'm in love. Me, Timothy James Somerset. I can't believe it. Randy told me he loved me and I cried. They were not sad tears, though. They were happy tears.
The entire evening was great. I can't remember when I had such a good time. Randy's parents are the greatest. From the moment I walked in the house, I felt like I was welcomed. His father took me in his arms and held me. You have no idea what that felt like. My old man left me when I was a baby, so I grew up without a father. I could have let Mr. Lawrence hold me all night.
Then Mrs. Lawrence came home and did the same thing. I saw her tell Randy that I was cute. It really embarrassed me, but Randy seemed to be bursting with pride. During dinner they did not ask me one question about my personal life. They did tell me a lot about Randy's childhood. I was really happy for him to have such great parents. I wasn't jealous or anything. It was just nice to know that real families do exist somewhere.
After dinner we went to his room and things got really out of control. We were humping against each other and I came in my pants. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment. When I went to the bathroom I decided that when I went back into his room I would get even. I deep kissed him while jacking him off through his pants. I finally got him to cum too. I still can't believe we had sex and didn't even take our clothes off.
Then he told me he loved me. I can't begin to explain the feelings that overcame me when he said that. Years of crying myself to sleep wishing I could hear those words finally became reality. I was so overcome with emotion I cried on his shoulder. I felt like such a baby. But he really didn't seem to mind. He held me tightly and rocked me until I got myself together.
Then I said the words I'd always wanted to say, "I love you."
We made out for a little while longer, and then I noticed the time and decided it was time I headed home. He offered to give me a ride, but I wanted to walk. Besides, I didn't want him to see my home. The evening had been so special; I didn't want to ruin it by him seeing the squalid conditions I live in.
In the back of my mind I know this won't last. We come from two different worlds. There is no way a guy like me can keep a guy like Randy. I know I'm just a fling for him. I really love him, but I can't let my defenses down. It'll only hurt me harder when he decides some day to drop me.
I was walking home becoming more depressed as I thought about the hopeless situation I was finding myself in. Whoever said `it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' was wrong. Now that I knew Randy's love it was going to be hard to lose it. But lose it I knew would come someday.
I was a block away from my home when I spotted Carter coming in the other direction. He saw me and waved. He came running over to me.
"Hey. What's up?" He said, trying to catch his breath. He looked so cute standing grinning at me.
"Hi, Carter. How's it going?" I smiled back.
"Look what I've got." He held up a joint and waved it in front of my face. "Let's go somewhere and smoke it."
"I really should get home." I told him.
"Come on. We won't be long." He pleaded. "I live a couple blocks away. We can go sit in the backyard. My mom's probably gone to bed. She won't see us."
"Just for a few minutes." He started walking and I followed. Walking behind him, I noticed how slender he was. He kept grabbing his pants and pulling them up over his thin waist. I could tell when he raised his shirt and his pants were low on his ass that he wasn't wearing underwear. Several times I got a glimpse of his cheeks. It looked almost like a baby's butt, hairless and smooth.
We reached his house and he led me around back. His home was a lot like ours. They shared a double also. I could hear loud music coming from the home next door.
"Fucking neighbors." He said angrily. "They play that country shit all night long." If I hear Shania Twain one more time, I'm going throw a rock through their window." I started laughing. I didn't want to admit that I liked Shania. Country music is great when you've been drinking and want a good cry.
We moved to a far corner of the yard behind the garage. There were a couple of plastic chairs there so we sat down. He lit up the joint and inhaled, and then he passed it to me. He got up and then disappeared into the house, leaving me alone. I took a couple more hits then put it out. I didn't want to smoke all of it. I wasn't sure if he had more.
He came back out holding a six pack of beer. "It's party time!" He smiled. He handed me one. I popped the top and began drinking.
"This is nice. I usually drink alone." He stated.
"Me too." I admitted. He reached over and took the unlit joint I was holding and relit it. He hit it then passed it back to me. We continued smoking it until it was gone, then he pulled out another.
"Tell me. What's going on with you and Randy?" He looked over at me as he took a hit. He could tell by the surprised look on my face that he'd asked a loaded question.
"What do you mean?" I was able to stammer out.
"Look, TJ. It's all cool with me. I'm not judging you. I just want to make sure you're safe. I like you and don't want to see you get hurt." He looked carefully at me, trying to assess my reaction.
"I'm not going to get hurt." I figured there was no sense in denying what was going on. Carter seemed like the kind of kid who had been around. He knew the streets and could probably smell manure a mile away.
"Don't let him use you. I've seen it happen before. They think they're doing the world a favor by being friends with someone like us. It's kind of like that TV infomercial that wants you to give money to help those kids in far off countries. It makes them feel good." He sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. I guess he was giving me time to think about what he'd said.
"It's not like that with Randy." I said defensively.
"Has he you paraded you in front of his friends yet? They always want to do that. They show you off like some sort of puppy they found on the street." He said sarcastically. I remembered back to how Randy did insist that I meet his friends the first day I met him.
"Bet he's taken you home and introduced you to mom and pops, right? They probably treated you all special, made you feel right at home. As soon as you left, I bet they counted the silverware." He sounded bitter, but he was hitting a little to close to the truth.
"Has he gotten around to telling you he loves you?" He looked in my eyes and noticed my reaction. He knew the truth. I was becoming very uncomfortable with this conversation. The effects of the weed and beer were making me feel very depressed.
"It ain't like that." I tried to sound confident, but he was making a lot of sense, especially in my inebriated state.
"Whatever you say Man. Whatever you say." He laid back and closed his eyes again. We sat quietly for a long while before he spoke again.
"I didn't mean to bum you out." He apologized. "But you got to be careful. Me and you don't belong in their world. We were born poor and we'll die poor. That's just the way the world works."
"It's not like that." Again I felt I had to justify my relationship with Randy.
"Alright, I believe you. But do one thing for me." He sat up and looked me directly in the eyes. "Take him home and introduce him to your old lady."
"I can't do that, and you know it." I hung my head down.
"Right. That's what I thought." He sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. "How long will he be around if he finds out about the real you? Right now you're just a pretty face he just met."
He handed me another beer and I downed it quickly. I needed to get drunk. I thought I had experienced something special with Randy tonight, but Carter had seemed to put it into another perspective. I didn't want to believe he was right, but deep down I knew he probably was.
Good things don't happen to guys like us. This was my life. Getting drunk and high with my friends. I suddenly realized that Butch probably figured this out a long time ago. Why try to succeed, when the world just pushes you back down.
I tried to convince myself that Carter was wrong. Randy did love me and I knew that I loved him. But the fact remained, if I loved him the why couldn't I tell him anything about me? He'd proudly introduced me to his friends. I didn't even have any friends to introduce him to. I guess I could consider Carter a friend, but how could I let him meet this spaced-out stoner? And I knew I could never take him to my home.
Our relationship was doomed before it even got started. I was becoming increasingly depressed. Carter and I smoked a couple more joints and he gave me another beer. We talked a little longer about nothing significant. I finally told him I had to leave.
I went home to a quiet house. My mother and Butch were gone for the night and probably wouldn't be back until morning. I went into my room and crawled into bed. I thought about the evening. I remembered the good times I'd had at Randy's. I'd felt so welcomed. Then I thought about what Carter had said. Randy had taken home a stray puppy. "Can I keep him, Mom?" I could almost hear him say.
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