This story was posted a few years ago. I have re-written it and tidied it up for re-issue. I worked at making the situations and characters both plausible and authentic.

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This story is completed in 5 parts and I will post them, one after another.

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The Running Boys by Larkin

Part 3

I don't know why but my mother didn't seem to be suspicious when she found us in the same bed together in the morning. I had set up a wobbly cot for him but it turned out to be uncomfortable and I guess that made sense to her.

Without knocking she came in opening the door wide. "Oh God, what pigs you are!

She walked over and opened the window as wide as it could go. "You boys are grubby creatures! How can you live like that?"

I was sheepish and Randy had no expression at all.

"Trevor your hair is filthy now get in there and take a bath, NOW!."

Randy was laying spread out on my bed with only his head strangely propped up on the pillow.

"You know what Randy you should get in too, there is no point of washing one and not the other. Either that, or you go home and do it and then come back."

Moving only his eyes, Randy gave me a sly look. We heard the bath running in the background.

Maybe she was right. The weather was hot and humid and we were sweaty and running wild day and into the night.

We were the smelly boys...

The bathroom door opened part way. "Trevor, throw me your dirty clothes and Randy's too. I'll put them in the wash. Randy can wear something of yours until his are out of the dryer."

A hand slipped in the door. "Here's the shampoo. Use it!"

Opposing each other we sat in the warm water. Randy stood up and peed all over me. It was entirely in character with his irreverence and contempt for civility. Randy was so bold and I liked that about him.

I soaped his dick up with shampoo and then, on my hands and knees in the warm bath he got behind and fucked me. These disgraceful acts became absolutely unforgettable.

We sat together on my bunk bed, just talking. I asked Randy a few questions about his father and the topic seem to annoy him.

To change the subject, he said, "What about your father? Where's he at?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't remember him. Mom said that he was a musician and pretty useless at that. I don't even know what he looked like."

Randy scratched a healed cut on his arm. "Not even a picture or a photograph,?"

I guess I was ok with it because I never thought much about it. "Nope, nothin."

Randy sat up a bit higher. "I'll trade you my fat, drunk, asshole of a dad for your zero any day.

It was a dark night and well into the wee hours. I followed Randy down a road and into some woods. Not far in, it was divided by a wooden fence. We sucked each other but it turned out that this wasn't where we were going to do it. The fence was at the back of a trailer park. We climbed up and looked at old run-down trailers. People were living in them. I watched while Randy climbed over the fence and tapped at the back window of a long square shaped trailer. When he came back the two of us ran all around the fence to the entrance. Just inside was a cinder block house that looked like it was it was a set of restrooms for the trailer park. We waited around back next to a utility light. Soon a tall boy appeared wearing sweat pants and a tee shirt.

At my age, I couldn't tell about things like this but he was tall, very slender and looked like he might still be a teenager, maybe an older teenager. He had a sort of a bad complexion. Randy walked up to the tall boy. They didn't exactly hug but regarded each other affectionately.

In an effort to include me, Randy said, "This is Billy, I've known him since I was little. His mom used to see my dad."

Surprised to see another boy, The tall teenager behaved cautiously.

He spoke to Randy. "So whose this guy, is he cool?"

"This is Trevor. Me and him are best buds, like you and me, kind of best buds."

The stranger look directly at me, his expression seemed dark. "You sure he's cool?"

Randy stroked The tall boy's arm. "Billy, he's cool, ok?"

The tall boy gave out a goofy laugh and said. "Yeah, when me and mom visited, I'd go up and see Randy even if it was real late. Isn't that right, Randy?"

Randy was up close and facing the tall boy. Randy slipped his hand down into the boy's sweat pants.

"When mom broke up I still came over to see Randy. I used to be one of his dad's friends until we got in a little argument. But me and Randy stayed friends, Isn't that right Randy."

He tugged out the biggest cock I had ever seen. He pulled his pants down lower and lifted out his large set of balls. Then he put the tall boy's cock into his mouth and sucked up and down on it.

The sight stunned me, first because of the guy's big dick but also seeing Randy so differently, seeing Randy as being owned. Randy and me were equals but this was something new and unsettling. The tall boy held Randy's head with both hands and moved back and forth. Billy was taller than me by more than a foot and his cock may have just been normal but to me, it was huge.

The teenager looked directly at me while he was doing it and said. “If you tell anyone we'll just say you're a fuckin liar and Randy will back me up.”

He kept moving is cock in and out of Randy's mouth.

“And after they see you're a liar, we'll come and kick your ass.”

I would have never told anyone but he intimidated me.

Billy became more active still holding Randy in place. I was fascinated but it left me feeling strangely hurt and left out. When the Billy got rough and began to grunt and moan. I guessed that he was cumming. It was a thrilling sight and I felt it inside of me even thought I was not a part of it.

Billy pulled his lose sweat pants back over his cock but it didn't hide a thing. He bend down, whispered something to Randy and then headed back to his trailer.

When we were left alone, I looked down and saw that Randy had peed his pants. He saw that I noticed and just shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

“I wanted to do it when Billy was cuming so I let go in my pants.”

Randy brushed passed me and said, "Come on."

When we got back and were naked in bed together, he put me in the role he played with Billy.

He whispered to me. "You know, He's fucked me with that big thing.

If you want, I'll ask him to fuck you."

I wasn't sure.

I had no idea if mom knew what we were up to but if she did, she never let on. She accepted Randy as one of her boys. I think that it eased her guilt about leaving me alone at night by sort of adopting Randy. With Randy there, she went most nights and sometimes didn't come home until the next morning. We liked it just fine.

She would come in to my room and say, "You think you two boys can take care of yourselves tonight. I promise I'll be home first thing in the morning."

It was obvious that she had a special date.

After she left, Randy said. "Ha ha, your mom's gonna get fucked."

He didn't put it gently.

The idea my mom having sex still didn't rest easy with me, but considering what we were doing, just where did I get off?

Randy, knowing that the subject bothered me, took the opportunity to rub it in. "Supposen she gets pregnant? You could end up with a sister or brother that hates your guts?”

I gave Randy a dirty look. "That's not gonna happen."

"You don't know that, it could. How do you think I was born?"

I turned and looked at Randy.

His smile faded and then he said, "It was for some stupid reason that nobody remembers."

Arm in arm in my messy boy's bed, we were like Gemini in the Horoscope from the newspapers. Arms crossed over we'd trade jerking off. Like Pisces, another sign of the Horoscope, doing 69, suckin dick and licking butt.

Or maybe we'd just lay in bed together and talk about things. In hushed voices, we'd make up stories. I'd make up the first part and Randy would pick up where I left off. We would try to out do each other. Randy always took it down a darker road. The stories were always about Gangs, Pirates or Indians. He described in vivid detail how we were captured by naked Indians.

He'd say, "They would strip us naked, bind us with raw hide and then fuck us."

Randy sat on top of me and pretended to tie my hands and feet. "They'd take us back to their village where we'd be tortured and then burned alive."

The dread was so stunning that it gave us boners that would not go away.

All of this intensified the pleasure I got from being owned. I wanted to do anything he wanted me to. I would trap both my legs back with my elbows so he could finger my hole and fuck me. We did it on a mattress in an abandon house or the back seat of a junked automobile but mostly in my room. When he was done, I'd turn around and do the same to him. His personality would flip and he would become me and I would become him. It was the most perfect thing in my life. How could anything this fun be wrong?

Still naked, he sat up in bed "You know when I sucked Billy's cock and you was watchin me?"

I said, “Yeah?”

I listened with interest. The image of that night at the trailer park came back to me in detail.

"I liked that you were seeing me do it. Next time, I'll watch you.”

He went on. “Me and Billy are real close. his mother used to come over to visit my dad. She couldn't leave Billy alone so she brought him with her. Billy would pretend to be sleepy so she'd send him upstairs to my room. They wanted to drink and party anyway."

I had always been curious about how Randy got started doing the things that he taught me.

He went on. "I'd hear her say, "Go up there and crawl in with Randy, he's not gonna mind. Then he'd come up into my bed and that how I learned all this stuff. Billy was about twelve at the time so you can guess how old I was. He'd sit on my bed and I'd put my head in his lap and then take out his dick and make me suck it."

"Did it bother you?"

"No, I liked it. It was the most attention I ever got from anyone."

We heard noises. Instead of staying out all night like she said, my mother had brought someone home. We heard them thumping upstairs and Randy and I quickly pulled on our underpants. The door to my bedroom flew open and a large man stood there weaving back and forth. He was red faced, bug-eyed and looking like some monster.

Then he slurred, "I got two kids, they are both girls but they are with their fuckin mother, She's a fuckin bitch!"

I noticed that his fly was down.

My mother was drunk too. "This is Warren....You boys better go back to sleep."

The man called Warren put his fat arm around my mother and said to her, "Ya know, I love you baby."

The two drifted clumsily into her room.

I must have had a frown on my face because, when I looked at Randy, he was smiling. "I seen this shit all before. Trevor, you got trouble."

I was glad Randy was with me. Being alone and hearing the loud thumps, bumps and strange cries in the night was unsettling and frightening.

We were locked in an embrace when he whispered in my ear, "Now you know why I don't go home."

The next day, they got up around noon. He slumped at the kitchen table, holding a glass in one hand and a bunch of aspirin in the other.

My mother came up to me and whispered. "Trevor, I'm sorry. He'll just be here over the weekend."

I just looked at her, I mean, what was I supposed to say?

Randy and I went out with no special destination in mind.

It was the first time I saw Billy in the daylight. I decided that he wasn't very good looking. We were peering over the fence. Billy was standing there wearing low hanging baggy sweat pants and a too small tee shirt that showed off a trim mid-section. His black hair wasn't quite long but it was sticking out in all different directions. He was smoking a cigarette that he flicked away when he came over to the fence that divided the trailer park from the woods.

"Hey Randy, I'm always glad to see you."

He lifted his cock out of his sweat pants and started pissing on his side of the fence. It looked like one of those curved sausages from the supermarket. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

He casually shook out his dick. "So, no one's home, you wanna come over and hang for a while?"

He helped the two of us climb over the fence near the dilapidated trailer where he lived with his mother. We followed him inside.

He pointed towards the door at the back, "My mom sleeps in there.”

The three of us sat on a shabby, brown couch that took up most of the main room. 

Spreading his legs, he reclined comfortably on the couch. "I sleep here because it's long enough for me to stretch out."

There was something electric about being in a room with Billy. It was the same kind of tension I felt when I first met Randy. I could see that his relationship with Billy was different. Randy really liked him but where we were equals, Randy looked up to Billy.

He was not shy about handling Billy through his sweat pants. He was smiling at me when I watched him reach down into Billy's pants taking hold of his cock. His big cock began to swell and Randy pulled his pants out of the way exposing his cock. When he began stroking it, Billy reached out and pulled me up close to him.  I took this as acceptance and that it was ok for me to watch. I wanted to be part of what was about to happen.

Randy was kneeling between Billy's legs, playing with his cock pulling his foreskin up and down. His big balls were full and round. Randy lifted Billy's cock up and held it in his hand. It was getting bigger and stiffer before our eyes.  He pulled the foreskin down and moved so close that it was almost touching his lips. There was a vague scent of uncut dick that hung in the air around us that made me feel dizzy and intoxicated. If Billy was not that good looking, the majesty of his big cock and balls made up for everything.

Randy was moving his head back and forth and Billy's large cock was going in and out of his mouth.  Billy stroked his head and smiled down at him. It was a curious smile. It wasn't a smile of friendship or gratitude but it was strangely selfish and admiring as if Randy was a sought after and desired  possession that now belonged to him to do with as he pleased. I felt his hand at the back of my neck and I was pulled so that I was inches away from Randy sucking on his cock. He pulled it out of his mouth and offered it to me.  In a movement that was almost instinctual, I opened my mouth and holding my head in place, Billy took his hard cock and put it into my mouth.  I let it slide down towards my throat.  Both Randy and Billy watched while I did it.

Still smiling Billy said, "You think he'd like it if I came in his mouth?"

They were talking about me as if I wasn't there.

Randy thought for a moment and then said, "Yeah, ..go ahead, do it."

I didn't seem to have a say in the matter but I wanted him to do whatever he wanted.

He began stroking his cock into my mouth and I devoted myself to keeping my open mouth where he wanted it.

Billy had no reservations about what he was going to do and it build relentlessly towards that end.

I felt his body shutter and sensed the liquid surge.  It seem to squirt hard onto the roof of my mouth, my face and then dribbling down my chin. He was grunting as if to release every drop. 

When he stopped, I sat up wide eyed looking at both of them. My mouth was full and I wasn't sure what to do. The fluid was strange and I felt the sensation of millions of tiny wrigglings inside of my mouth.

Randy came up close and said, "Spit it into my mouth."

He opened his mouth and I leaned forward and let the cum pour out mine into his.  Randy was jerking off at the same time as he was savoring the product of Billy's syrupy orgasm.

Not long after we returned to my house behaving as if nothing had happened.

I had been in a deep sleep, the house was silent. It was completely dark when I opened my eyes and felt Randy 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. His cock was squirting pee here and there. 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 and then himself as if in a ritual. The smell of it was all around me and in the quiet darkness we were willing to do anything. 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, the man my mother drug home from the bar, had camped out in the living room with his case of beer. He was talking about Randy who stood there with a blank expression on his face.

My mother said, "No, he's Trevor's friend. Randy 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 Randy. Randy 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 Randy 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 Randy 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.

Randy 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 Randy 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 him and said,  "Why is she putting up with this?"

Randy 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 Randy, the experience left me shaken.  If Warren succeeded in driving Randy away, then somehow, I would leave too.