Strange Boy 3

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Part 3

We became inseparable. This coincided with school letting out for the summer. When Paul came over, he'd barge in and run up the stairs to my room. He stayed over many nights and was always reluctant to go home. My mom accepted him as if he was my brother. With Paul around she didn't have to give me much thought beyond keeping the kitchen stocked with chips and soda.

This did not curtail our nocturnal activities.

In the wee hours, out the window and down the side of the house. We became the running boys. Each time there was a tingling feeling in my belly like we were being perused. We were fugitives. I imagined that they were combing the country side looking for us. We were being hunted by the enemy.

We stopped and rested far enough off the road not to be seen.

I told Paul, "If the enemy catches us we'll be tortured."

He said, "They'll never catch us."

Looking at me he said, "How do you know that we are not the enemy?"

Each night was like an escape and we ran to avoid capture. When we finally found a safe place we would do our dirty deeds. We would pee and suck each other's cocks. Paul was the first to produce real cum. He was proud of it and showed it to me cupped in his hand.

Laughing, he said, "Eat it!"

I didn't but he did, licking the palm of his hand. These dark deeds would have been meaningless had they not been forbidden and dirty.

To do them was to say, "Fuck you!"

Not so much at first but more and often he would fuck me. Pants pulled down, I would bend over with he behind me. He held be by my shoulders and pulled his cock into me. It was his statement of ownership over me and I willingly gave in. We were outlaws and we were so perfect together. Before it got light we were back in my bed. And then, maybe we'd do it again before we went to sleep.

I don't know why but my mother didn't seem to be suspicious when she found us together in the same bed 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 opening the door wide. "Oh God, what have you boys been doing?"

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 Paul had no expression at all.

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

Paul was laying spread out on my bed with only his head strangely propped up against the wall.

"You know what Paul 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, Paul gave me a sly look. We heard the bath running is 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. "Tommy, throw me your dirty clothes and Paul's too. I'll put them in the wash. Paul 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. Paul stood up and peed into our bath water. It was entirely in character with his irreverence and contempt for civility. Paul 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.

We sat together on my bunk bed, just talking. I asked Paul 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."

Paul 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."

Paul 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 Paul 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 the trailers. People were living in them but they were old and run-down. I watched while Paul 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. 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.

Paul walked up to the tall boy. They didn't exactly hug but seem to regard each other affectionately.

"This is Andrew I've known him since I was little. His mom used to see my Dad."

Surprised to see another boy, he behaved cautiously.

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

"This is Tommy. We 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?"

Paul stroked The tall boy's arm. "Andy, he's cool, ok?"

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

Paul was up close and facing the tall boy. He had placed his hand firmly on Andy's crotch.

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

Paul reached into his sweat pants and 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 and his big dick but also seeing Paul so differently, seeing Paul as being owned. Paul and me were equals but this was something new and even more wicked. The tall boy held Paul's head with both hands and moved back and forth. The boy was taller us by more than a foot and his cock may have just been normal but to me it was huge.

The tall boy became more active still holding Paul in place. I was both fascinated and leaving me feeling strangely hurt and left out. I don't think either one noticed me when the tall boy got rough and began to grunt and moan. I was 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.

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

Paul 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 Andy.

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.

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