Strange Boy 5

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Part 5

I had been in a deep sleep, the house was silent and when I opened my eyes it was completely dark.. I felt Paul moving around. He was up on his knees over me. I reached up and felt between his legs. His balls were pulled up tight and he was very stiff. Doing it in the middle of the night is dirty and animalistic. I knew he liked it that way. I felt him pee on me and then rub it all over himself as if in a ritual. The scent of it hung in the air around us and he peed more. I was not bothered by it, I wanted him to do it. We were our own tribe. We were brothers and we would hunt together and we would become one. We fucked each other and then went back to sleep.

"So who is this one? Is he one of yours? " My mom didn't answer.

Warren had camped out in the living with his case of beer. He was talking about Paul who stood there with a blank expression on his face.

My mother said, "No, he's Tommy's friend. Paul has sort of a bad home life so he spends a lot of time here. It's really ok, I don't mind."

Warren had a half smile on his face and was looking at Paul. Paul was not looking directly at him hoping to avoid a brewing confrontation.

"So what? So he has a shitty home life? Big fuckin deal!"

He voice went up in volume and he challenged Paul directly. "What makes you so fuckin special? I had a shitty home life but I didn't run off to stay at somebody else's house."

My mother spoke up. "Warren, leave him alone. He's here cause I say he can stay here."

I had never seen Paul so defenseless before. Warren rose up out of the couch and menaced both of us. we back out and then ran for the door.

Before we got out of the yard we heard him yell. "They're are both little bastards!"

I thought to myself while we ran. Warren is right, we are both nothing but little bastards.

Paul said, "No we're not, we are brothers, we are the midnight boys."

With his arm around my neck he pulled me close."We are the dirty boys."

Maybe Paul was used to it but I couldn't understand why my mother was letting this asshole come in and take over her life and give us shit?

I looked at Paul and said, "Why is she putting up with this?"

Paul shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe it has something to do with the way he fucks her or how stiff his dick is. I mean, what else could it be? He's a lot like my Dad and for some stupid reason women like asshole men."

Even though he was going after Paul, the experience left me shaken. If Warren succeeded in driving Paul away, then somehow, I would leave too.

Paul called it the castle but it was just a very big, dilapidated old house. It rose up higher than the street and the enclosed yard was completely over-grown with brambles.

I think boys are blessed with some sort of invisibility when they trespass, go through yards or invade empty houses. Like mice, boys leave damage but by the time it is discovered, they are long gone.

"No one's lived here for years." He told me he thought some old lady used to owned it.

The paint on the old house had peeled away leaving it gloomy, grey and ominous. All the doors and windows on the ground floor had been boarded over.

His voice was hushed. "Tommy, this way."

I followed Paul around to a small enclosed back porch. Up a few the steps there were columns that were on either side of the door. I was under Paul's influence and I followed him, no questions asked. He climbed up one onto the small porch roof and once secure, he reached down and pulled me up. Beyond the porch roof was a window. It slid open and the two of us climbed in.

It was very quiet. The only sounds were from us. Paul stopped and proceed to pee in the middle of the room on what used to be a dark green carpet. We stood in a large, mostly empty room. Chunks of plaster had fallen from the high ceiling leaving debris and long settled dust.

There were windows all around that let in lots of light but the room still looked stark and haunted like a place where something tragic had once happened. A few scattered pieces of chest furniture with drawers pulled out and upturned, were here and there.

"There's nothing good here like treasure or gold. It's all been stolen before I got here."

I kept close to Paul, almost touching him. I was doing my best to hide my fear.

There were two doors leading to a dark hallway that was in turn, surrounded with doors to other rooms. At the one end there was a large staircase that descended into the murky darkness of the boarded up ground floor.

At the top stair I immediately said "I'm not goin down there, you can go but not me!"

"We'll go next time. We have to find a flashlight that works and remember to bring it with us."

Opening one of the bedroom doors revealed a massive, black, drippy, skull and cross bones on the wall. It had been sprayed painted and it hung there like a demonic alter in a video game. The image was crude and defiant in this strange forsaken bedroom. On the floor, in the center of the room lay a pillow that had been slit open causing its stuffing to emerge like guts.

Sensing that I was creeped-up, he said, "Oh I forgot to tell you, the old lady that owned this place died here."

That sent a chill up my spine.

Paul continued. "Oh, it gets worse. When they found her she was totally covered with flies and maggots. It was so bad that the police left her here and she turned into a mummy. She's still in one of the rooms.

Grabbing Paul, I actually cried out with fear. My voice rose up an entire octave.

I said, "Let's get out of here!"

He was almost laughing and getting pleasure out of my distress. "Don't worry, they took the body away, I was just kidding you.

I admitted it, "I don't care, I am really scared!"

I had to exercise restraint to keep form peeing my pants.

He opened one door that was just a dark, narrow, stair case to the next floor up. Paul had to drag me by the hand. He told me that this was where all the maids and butlers lived. They had their own private stairway.

The rooms on this floor were smaller and not as creepy as the floor below. There was a white porcelain bathroom with a big tub and all the other rooms were small bedrooms and closets. In one room there was a collapsed bed frame and a small mattress on the floor. Paul got behind me, slipped his hand down the back of my pants and was trying to finger my butt. Then he reached around me to open my pants.

My anxiety level was still pretty high and I pushed him away.

He yanked me back. "I was tired of doing it in your bedroom all the time, I wanted to fuck you somewhere different, you know what I mean? It was the whole reason I brought you here."

I said ok but I told him I was still afraid.

"Oh, like afraid of what?"

"Suppose we get caught or captured or maybe kidnapped or what if her ghost is real and demons are real and that there are vampires or we might be murdered."

"Shut the fuck-up!"

Paul had his dick out and up and he was stroking it. He pulled my pants down off of my ass and began preparing me.

"Doesn't being here and being scared and worried about being caught get you more excited about being fucked up your ass? It makes me want to do it even more."

His dick must be getting bigger since I met him. I felt it going up my butt and start to fuck me like a back-yard dog.

He was up against me doing it. "I hope you like it because I really love doing it to you."

The whole thing was making my heart pound. It was the first time that I was completely stiff while he was fucking me. I had learned how to position myself so that he could get as deep into me as possible.

He pulled it out and wanted me to suck his dick just to get more spit on it.

"I don't know, you just fucked me with it."

I did it anyway.

Paul laughed, "Hey, we're the dirty boys, remember?"

The afternoon had turned late and we could see that the sun was going down and we were up on the third floor of an abandon house. "Paul, we better get out of here while it is still light."

"Why don't we stay here all night?"

"No way, you are crazy!"

"Tommy, it'll be fun."

It was getting dark. "I should have brought candles or a flashlight but a flashlight would never last all night."

"I can't believe it, you're fuckin serious. Paul, let's get out of here!"

"Oh yeah, like you want to go home to your mom and put up with that drunk asshole Warren?"

"No, I just don't want to stay here."

There was a noise. Paul hushed me up."

We heard it again and it was coming from downstairs. My entire back stiffened with fear. Every horror movie I had ever seen was creeping through my mind. The window was just a dim amber and the open door to the hall was black hole.

Not a word was said but we knew we had to get out of there fast. We were trying not to make the slightest noise. Along the hall to the back stairway was bringing us closer to where we heard the sound. It opened to the main second floor hall that led to the room where we came in. We ran and once in the room, slid open the window, jumped onto the roof and both of us jumped down to the ground and ran as fast as we could.

When we got far enough away, hot, sticky and out of breath, we laughed about our exciting adventure.

It happened gradually at first but little by little, Warren moved in on my mother. During the day he was kept lit with beer and a loud piss in the bathroom every 40 minutes. When it got dark, they both moved onto the harder stuff.

Things became insecure and unsettling. I began to know what it was like to be Paul. My mom pretended like everything was alright but it wasn't.

Both Paul and me hated Warren so much. Just thinking about him made me want to see blood. Why did mom like him, what did she see in him? By the time half the case of beer was gone, he decided that it was time to make Paul and me into men.

I was thinkin, with him downstairs, it's going to be a long night.

"Tommy, he's just another fuckin asshole like my dad."

I had to agree with him but what are we supposed to do?

The door to my bedroom flew open, Warren was drunk as usual.

My mom was behind trying to drag him out of our room.

He yelled, "Which one of you little fuckers was goin through my stuff!"

I blurted out, "You don't live here. You just come here to fuck my mother!"

I wasn't immune but it was safer for him to go after Paul. There was a crash and chaos in the small bedroom.

All of us tearing into each other. Paul went out the window and ran and I followed.

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