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The Problem with Ubbi Dubbi by Larkin Part 1
The small boy with light brown hair, had a slightly olive complexion. The 10 year old stood alone on the train platform. His eyes were a vivid shade of green. Next to him was a string shopping bag stuffed with his unlaundered clothes. Under his arm was a picture book about dinosaurs.
“You be Michael Bettencourt?”
The boy nodded yes.
“For Christ-fuckin sake you don't look nothin like me! You might look like
someone else, but not me. It figures!”
Michael had no idea of the significance of this man's harsh comment but he was stunned by his slender and tall stature. Michael noticed that the man had a strange tuft of hair just below his lower lip and his dark hair was pulled back into a short and scruffy pony tail.
“Is this all your stuff?” He picked up Michael's string bag of clothes and the two headed along the crowded platform. After taking the screeching subway. They climbed the stairs emerging from an underground world into a city of old buildings, dense traffic and more people than he had seen in his entire life.
“You hungry?”
Michael just looked up at the man.
“What about pizza?”
Reinard's apartment was a 5 floor walk-up in a run-down part of town. There was a main room with a kitchen sink and bathtub. The rest of the room doubled as a living room. The one other room was the bedroom where Reinard slept.
“I'll try to get a cot for you out here but I will have to see what I can find.”
Reinard was gathering up things as if he was going out and Michael wandered around cautiously looking at his new surroundings.
“Mikey, I'm going to have to go out for a few hours so make yourself at home and when I get back around 5 we will get something to eat.”
After he left, the boy went into Reinard's bedroom and saw a large unmade bed. There was a twist of blankets half on the bed and half on the floor. Also on the floor were cast off clothes and underwear. There were stacks of books and magazines everywhere. On the floor, just under the bed was an empty vodka bottle. He looked out the window and saw only a dark shaftway lined with unlit windows. On the otherside of the apartment, the windows looked down onto a street where cars passed by and people walked.
There was a knock on the door. Michael didn't know about the city and that it wasn't a good idea to open the door wide without knowing who was there.. A young man stood at the door and quickly stepped into the apartment.
“Is daddy here?”
The 15 year old had longish black hair and very blue eyes, one dangling earring and a broad smile.
“Daddy said you was coming today and I wanted to be the first to meet you.”
He sat in the one comfortable chair in the apartment. “I'm Tommy. You never know when I'm gonna show up because I like to be, you know, spontaneous.”
He smiled broadly at the boy and in the friendliest and most disarming way he pulled Michael closer. He was so engaging that Michael found himself immediately attracted to him.
“Now is as good a time as ever. Michael, climb up on me and lets cuddle because I just love boys.”
He pulled Michael up into his lap turned him so that he lay with his back stretched out on the older boy.
"Don't worry, we won't get into trouble. No one is going to catch us playing with each other.
He put his arms around Michael and then slipped his hands down into his pants. Michael turned to see the older boy's face.
Tommy hugged him. “You are pretty and you smell so good.”
He was tugging up and down on Michael's penis.
“Don't worry little boy, I will show you mine but I warn you, it's much bigger.”
He moved Michael to the side so he could open his pants. He pulled out a long, still soft cock.
He giggled. “Here, get me hard."
He placed the boy's hand around his cock and it rose up and got hard almost immediately.
He giggled some more. “Go on, pull my foreskin up and down. See if you can make me cum.”
The younger boy was completely ignorant. He had never experienced anything like this before and if Tommy hadn't been so warm and affectionate and done it with such silly and infectious humor, he might have resisted this bold intrusion.
Tommy hugged and kissed him, all the while removing his pants and underpants. Then placing Michael in the chair the older boy knelt in front of him and began licking his scrotum and sucking on his small penis. He was masturbating himself at the same time. If this was ever to occur again, he must get Michael to experience the pleasures of an induced boner. Legs spread, Michael gave Tommy access to his penis.
Giggling the older boy said, “Ok, lift your legs higher.”
Michael elevated both legs.
Tommy was being silly. “No, lift them higher.”
Now Michael was laughing.
“Higher....A little more. Keep going. Higher. Show me your dirty butt hole.”
Tommy moved in close and kissed the boy's hole and then with his tongue, resolved all its untidieness.
Tommy gasped “Yummy, yummy, yummy!”
Michael didn't see it but The older boy was cumming hard, squirting juice on the floor in front of the chair.
When it was over it was like they had become instant friends. Tommy seemed to know his way around the apartment because he put on music and the two boys danced around and had a good time. Michael felt the dark apprehention inside if him begin to lift. The older boy had his own key and he took Michael downstairs to the corner store and bought Hershey bars and cokes. He reminded Michael that what they did was their secret and that he shouldn't tell Reinard. Tommy did a pantomime of being choked by Reinard. They both laughed.
Around 5 the door opened and Tommy jumped up and cried, “Daddy!”
Reinard grudgingly accepted Tommy's enthusiastic embrace.
“I see you two have met. I hope that you haven't been corrupted by this wicked devil.
Michael said, “No, me and Tommy are friends. I like him a lot.”
Reinard looked at Tommy's guilty face and said in a sarcastic tone, “Why am I not surprised?”.
Energy seemed to stream through Tommy with such intensity that he could barely stand on both feet at the same time. Michael was warmed by the obvious affection that they had for each other.
“Daddy, please.. you promised to teach me a lesson and I have been so bored waiting for you to come home.”
Tommy tugged Reinard into the bedroom and Michael saw the door shut and then heard it lock. It was impossible not to hear everything that was going on and it was all Tommy.
There were bumps and clunks and other strange noises. He heard Tommy cry out, “Daddy, Stick it in!”
Then moans and cries and what sounded almost like a series of barks. This went on for a while until it rose up into a constant racket. He stared at the door to Reinard's bed room. Because Michael's mother had told him that his father was violent and he imagined that Tommy was being punished or beaten. Michael's fear began to creep back. It finally subsided and the room was quiet.
Unexpectedly, the bedroom door burst open and Tommy came out full of excitement.
He hugged and kissed Michael and then was out the door yelling, “See-ya!”
Michael could hear him running all the way downstairs.
The apartment was finally quiet. Reinard looked at Michael and rolled his eyes.
Michael said, “Is he your son?”
The boy was thinking that Tommy might me sort of a step-brother.
“No Mikey, he's not my son. He's just a nut.”
“I'm sorry he's not your son because I would like it if he was my brother.”
Reinard said, “Hey, I'm not even sure if you're my son so pretend that he's your brother all you want, I don't mind.”
Con't
In chapter 2, one of the characters starts speaking in Ubbi Dubbi.
Ubbi Dubbi is a structured language popular with kids and sometimes spoken by cartoon characters.
Googling Ubbi Dubbi will lead you to a cut and paste translator. Just copy and paste and a perfect translation will pop up.
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