Strange Boy 6

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Part 6

Was there a full moon? A thick fog had quietly settled in. It was surreal and mystical and the hidden moon gave it a strange, timeless light. We were two ragged boys without destination or reason.

Paul put his arm around my neck in his awkward but chummy way. He pulled me along and said something strange to me. "Tommy, you and me are going to stay friends forever. Your mom's asshole boyfriend, Warren doesn't scare me."

The only thing visible was the patch of ground we stood on and ourselves. He faced me and inches away, he said, "If something bad ever happens to you, I would do anything to save your life. I wouldn't even care if I could get killed."

What he said stunned me because it wasn't like him. It also did something strange to me. Paul was always more boy than me and when he said this, It set my own feelings free.

I recalled the first day we met, running wild in the middle of the night or being naked in the old wrecked car. These were the things that forged the bond between us. I thought about when he climbed on me and fucked me or made me suck his dick and then me doing the same to him. What he said to me and the way he said it, was all connected to something much deeper. Boys can't let themselves say the word but years later thinking about this moment, this was its beginnings.

Together we ambled through other people's backyards and looked at their different houses and different cars. Some yards had swing sets and others above ground pools or gardener's sheds. It was late enough that most of the lights were off and we traveled as if we were invisible phantoms. Paul motioned to me to be quiet as he crept up close to the back of a plain white, suburban house. We saw movement below a partly drawn shade. We crept in closer.

Our view opened up into someone's private world. A bleary porno movie was playing on the TV and a slightly overweight woman with black hair, wearing glasses and dressed in a see-through black nightie, was fussing over the pillows. She was trying to get them to lay properly when a naked man suddenly appeared in the scene carrying two ice filled drinks.

"Here you go Kitten." He handed her a glass.

They paused to take several gulps. Paul covered his mouth trying to hold in a laugh. Our view was along the side of their bed with the TV on the opposing wall.

We were the Dirty Boys staring at a man and woman who were getting ready to fuck. Paul looked at me and made the silliest face. He stuck out his tongue and he crossed his eyes. I almost laughed out loud.

The man was plain with perfect cut hair. He looked like the kind of man that might wear a suit and work in an office during the day. He had a big circumcised penis and he kept tugging at it causing it to swing back and forth. Paul gave me another look.

They up-ended their drinks and he took her glass away. "I'll be right back so don't go anywhere."

The woman laughed at his joke.

Her tits were big and tumulus and she pressed them together in an act of self enjoyment. The man quickly returned with the drinks. She put hers aside and began to blow the man who waited patiently until his cock got to full size. He kept looking at the porno movie. When he was stiff and up-right the woman lay out so that he could climb on her to fuck her mouth.

Tommy whispered into my ear, "That's your mother." I punched him almost giving ourselves away.

The man moved down and she elevated her legs so that he could fuck her. Her cunt was still a mystery to both of us. It was a wet hairy, tangled, black triangle, concealing something much more cavernous than a boy's butt hole.

It started slow. She was constantly looking up at him and the man's head was constantly turned towards the porno movie. When the movie ended, he got up to reset it and then returned to fucking the woman.

This time it became chaotic and boisterous, shaking the bed and causing the remote control to go flying. At one point, I wanted to look away but I didn't. When it was completed, the man and the woman lay quietly like beached whales. Paul was thrilled by the sight and couldn't seem to get rid of his stupid smile.

We continue to prowl around but that was all the luck we were going to get on this night.

"I don't want to go home with asshole, Warren there."

Paul agreed.

"Where can we go?"

"Andy told me that if he could get his own place I could come live with him and I know he'd let you come, but I don't think that he'll ever move out of that trailer with his mother because she pays all the rent."

We went over to Andy's beat-up old trailer to see if he was still up but it was black. He and his mom were asleep. We forgot how late it was.

Paul opened the door to the old car and it made a loud rusty crack. Crawling on to the front seat and laying together as close as we would be at home in my bed. He pulled my pants and underpants down and then let his drop. He spit and fingered me and then pushed his cock up into me and began to move.

"Paul."

He grunted, "What?"

I was wanted to say something but I wasn't sure what.

"What?"

"Paul, you can do anything you want to me." He already knew that.

Holding me tight, he grunted again.

"Paul."

"What?"

"I feel the same."

Paul became still. "The same about what?"

"You know, when you said that you'd risk your life even if you got killed. I would do that for you.."

Holding me tight, he picked up where he had left off.

It was still early and the sun was just coming up when we started home. The first thing I noticed was that there was broken glass in the yard. Then we saw that the front was busted in. My mom was sitting in the kitchen, crying.

She wiped her eyes. "Tommy help me with this."

The Kitchen table had been turned over and Paul and I put it back.

"What happened?"

My mother looked pretty bad. "The cops just left and they took Warren with them."

She looked at me and started to cry. "I'm sorry, Tommy, I'm really sorry."

We hugged. The hug included Paul.

"What if he comes back?"

"Don't worry, he can't. I signed a restraining order. If you see him, just call the cops."

We were not only the Dirty Boys, we were also the lazy boys. But this time to make Mom feel better.

Paul interrupted, "You mean, our mom!"

We cleaned up the mess of empty beer cans and broken glass. We even made her macaroni and cheese. Paul and I set up together in my room. I felt good... but more than that, I was glad that asshole Warren was gone.

Mom looked better.

By mid morning she had dressed for work and was recovering from being so beat down. "Hey, I'm sorry, I'll try to make it up to you boys, I was just stupid for getting involved with that maniac."

"Don't worry about it mom, it's ok."

She had only been gone a few minutes when Paul said, "You wanna go and see what Andy is up to?"

It seemed like a good idea. We could have gone out the front door but we didn't. We went out through the window, jumping down to the ground and running off like the wind.

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