Strange Boy

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Strange Boy by Larkin

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Strange Boy by Larkin

This story is a fictional account that could easily be real. It involves youth and discovery from a first person point of view. It could be wank-media in the style of the participants but it is really a quest for authenticity.

Strange Boy

When I saw Sammy at school, I asked him. "Who was that kid? Remember you left us together the other day?"

Sammy's face twisted with disapproval. "He's a jerk.."

"What's his name?"

Sammy said, "I don't know."

"Where does he live? Does he go to our school?"

"I don't know, I told you, he's a jerk!"

I gave him a puzzled look.

Before he walked away he said, "Tommy, If I knew, I'd tell you!"

I had never seen him before. I didn't know his name or where he lived and now, I needed to find him. I wanted to be with him again and I didn't really understand why.

When I met him, he was with Sammy, the boy I knew from school. Sammy suddenly had to go home leaving us awkwardly alone together. He was a strange boy. He was probably close to my age of 10 or 11. He had brown eyes and brown hair. He gazed oddly into my face. The boy seemed to be possessed by a strange energy.

He said, "Come on!"

I followed him up the hill into a wooded thicket. We climbed into the underbrush concealing ourselves. He got up on his knees and looked to see if anyone had seen us. When he was satisfied that we had secreted ourselves, he got down and up close to me.

What began to unfold was unspoken, unfamiliar and intensely intimate. Like a treasured pet he slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed my belly. His body was up against mine and it was warm and comforting. He reached down and began opening my pants.

Maybe I had reason to be afraid but I wasn't. There was something about him that put me completely at ease. I instantly liked him. He pulled down my pants and stretched out my underpants to see my penis. He pulled them out of the way and started playing with it. I didn't protest because it felt fragile like a spell that could suddenly break. A vision of angry parents, trouble and punishment seemed a certainty but I didn't care. It had always excited me to break the rules and I watched with fascination when he took my boner into his mouth.

When he opened his pants, he turned me around to merge with him in perfect opposition. Like a boy needing a bath, he smelled rude and exciting. I might be offended but for some reason it intoxicated me. It stiffened my penis.

His was longer than mine and I pinched and pulled on it making it hard and tight like a spring. I stroked his compact scrotum and watched his foreskin unfurl on its own. I found it far more interesting than my own and the idea of it being in my mouth thrilled and excited me. I didn't hesitate. Clothes pushed out of the way, warm bodies up close, we clung to each other as if we were lifelong brothers that would do anything for each other. The entire experience was so pleasurable and compelling that I was willing to follow it wherever it was going.

He stopped, pulled up his zipper and buttoned his pants. "I gotta go! I'm already in trouble."

We came back down the hill and I watched while he ran off, disappearing around a corner.

The teacher droned on about the per-historic Ice Age. I daydreamed about the strange boy I had met. I imagined his eyes, his face, his underpants, his hard penis and his scent. Small and undetectable, my own penis was hard in my pants. At night, I lay in bed reliving what had happened. I had to find that boy but I had no idea where.

I asked Sammy again. "Where does that kid live?"

The question seemed to irritate Sammy and probably was making him suspicious. "I don't know? I think he goes 'Star of the Sea', you know, the Catholic school."

He gave me a puzzled and critical look and walked away.

I thought Catholics were supposed to be good. I always thought that they prayed all the time and were religious. I always thought that they weren't supposed to do dirty things and if they did it was much worse than if I did it because I wasn't religious at all. The thought pleased me thinking that this boy was courageous and maybe even crazy.

A few days later.

Sammy said, "You know that kid you keep askin me about? Well, I saw him yesterday and he was askin me all the same questions about you and he kept pestering me."

I must have lit up. "Did you tell him where I live?"

"Yeah, I told him. His name is Paul. Do me a favor, if you see him, keep him away from me, he's too weird."

Saturday afternoon I heard the doorbell. My mother called upstairs to me, "Tommy, someone's here to see you."

I came out and saw the strange boy standing next to my mother at the foot of the stairs. In spite of his way oversized sweat shirt, he looked so small next to my mother. I told him to come up. He hesitated at first not being sure if everything was alright and then slowly climbed the stairs towards my room. He came in and sat quietly on the edge of my bed and looked around my room.

I asked him his name as if I didn't know it and in a soft almost faint voice, he said, "Paul. Sammy told me your name was Tommy."

I said, "Let me show you all my stuff."

He sat quietly while I held up Nintendo cartridges, Transformers and assorted plastic dinosaurs. He wasn't very talkative so it was all up to me. It was alright because we seemed to get along great.

It was early evening when my Mother came in.

She was all dressed up to go out. "How do I look!?"

She twirled around. "Oh come on boys, how do I look?"

We looked at her and then at each other. "Tommy, don't expect me home until late and if you want your friend, What's your name?"

I told her his name was Paul.

"Paul, you can sleep over, just be sure to call home and make sure it's alright with your parents."

My mother always felt guilty about leaving me alone at night when she went out on the town so having a sleep-over guest was not unusual. Paul seemed happy with the idea. My mother handed him the phone and turned and hurried down the stairs.

Paul held the phone in his hand and pushed in his number.

"Dad, Is that you? Ok, I am staying at Tommy's house and I am going to sleep here, see you tomorrow, good-by."

I was afraid that they wouldn't let him stay over.. But...when I picked up the phone to put it back I noticed that he had just put in a string of 8's and no real phone number had been logged.. He hadn't really called home at all. The knowledge was a little unsettling but what was more important was that Paul was going to sleep over.

Together, we both looked out the window and watched my mother's car roll out the driveway and turn towards the highway.

Paul said, "Where's she going?"

Without looking at him I mumbled, "Probably the bar."

Paul seemed relieved as if even the most lenient of adult supervision was an unbearable oppression. He pulled his over-sized sweat shirt off over his head revealing an equally over-sized white tee shirt underneath that smelled like it probably belonged to a grown man.

He looked closely at me and said, "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

At first I wasn't sure what he meant but quickly imagined that day in the wooded thicket.

Without referencing what had happened I slowly shook my head no. This was a conspiracy and it forged a bond between us.

He reached under his tee shirt and opened his pants. When he lifted the lose tee shirt, I saw that his penis and balls were trapped above the band of his underpants causing it to stick out. Moving closer he encouraged me to tug and pull on it. I did the same and soon our pants had fallen down to our ankles and we lay together on the bed.

I didn't know what we were doing or why but it felt more wonderful than anything I had ever done before. This was what we wanted to do and nothing was going to stop us from doing it.

Pants, shoes and socks were all tangled and cumbersome so we stopped to take them off tossing them here and there on the floor. We continued until we were completely naked. We were jumping up and down on the bed like it was a trampoline. I never remember ever feeling so free. The exciting intensity of it was so great that I sought refuge under the covers. He crawled under with me and put his arms and legs around me in a total and complete embrace.

Perhaps we were not emotionally ready for head to head so we went head to cock. His hard penis was my mouth and mine in his, Paul started a series of undulating motions that repeated and repeated. Having no idea of what I was doing, I mimicked them. The fact that he might pee had crossed my mind and the possibility of it happening only added to the forbidden thrill of what we were doing. First under me and then over me he held me tight pushing, grunting and moaning. It resolved with a strange set of squeals and then he settled as if he was all played out. I didn't share in this because it was still a mystery kept from for me just a little longer.

Still naked, we sat cross legged on the messy bed. Now that our friendship had been cemented we talked about other things. Boys at our age don't talk of the past or talk about the future but only of the moment we were in.

I retrieved stash of cookies and candy hidden by my mother. We gorged ourselves, crunched on hard candy and lounged together in our untidy nest.

Our boners never subsided for a moment and soon we started again. He reached under me and began probing my behind hole with his finger. I was surprised and at first and I even pulled away. It was something I wasn't so sure of but he persisted. To calm me he pulled up close and with lips parted, showed me his tongue. Closer still until our tongues touched. His finger went further up my butt and his tongue into my mouth. All I could was to let it happen and allow myself to be transformed. He turned me over on my belly and probed deeper in my butt and then getting on top of me he penetrated me. It was only 3 or 4 inches of his dick so it was not uncomfortable but instead, became something I could like getting use to. It got late and eventually the two of us had fallen asleep with all the lights on.

It was probably very late when I woke up to hear a car door slam, talking, a scream followed by silly laughter. My mother had a date. God knows who?

They entered the house bringing with them a loud commotion full of thumps and indecipherable talk. I imagined my mother climbing the stairs on her hands and knees.

We were both in bed, still naked but covered up. We pretended to be asleep. Giddy and staggering, she came into the room to turn off the light. I peeked and saw a dark silhouette of a man standing in the door way. She stumbled out closing the door behind her. Now in the dark room we both sat up and listened.

I said with disgust, "They're partying."

Paul said, "I know what they are doing."

"Yeah, they're drinking and partying and acting stupid."

Paul said, "Yeah, but they are getting ready to fuck, believe me, I can tell."

With the noise continuing in the background I looked at Paul and he nodded. "That's what they're doing, Didn't you ever wonder about it?"

Curiously, I hadn't. I know it's stupid but the idea of my mother having sex never occurred to me.

I turned and looked towards my mother's room where the only sound was gentle thumping.

We played some more and when the house was quiet and it started to get light, Paul dressed, slipped out the window and was gone.