Strange Boy 4

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Part 4

Who knows if mom had any idea of what we were up to. If she did, she never let on. She accepted Paul as one of her boys and it eased her guilt about leaving one boy alone at night when she went to the bar.

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, Paul 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?

Paul, 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 Paul 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 Paul.

He smiled and 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 Pieces, another sign of the Horoscope, doing 69, suckin dick and lickin 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 Paul would pick up where I left off. Paul 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, fuck us and then bind us with raw hide."

Paul 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 be more fun?

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

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

"Me and Andy are real close."

He went on. "So Andy's mother used to come over to visit my dad. She wouldn't leave alone so she brought him with her. Andy 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 Paul got started doing the things that he taught me.

He continued. "I'd hear her say, "Go up there and crawl in with Paul, he's not gonna mind."

He'd come up into my bed and that how I learned all this stuff. Andy 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, mom brought someone home. We heard them thumping upstairs and Paul 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 hes 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, "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 a Paul, he was smiling. "I seen this shit all before. Tommy, you got trouble."

I was glad Paul 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. "Tommy, I'm sorry. He'll just be here over the weekend."

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

Paul an me went out with no special destination in mind.

It was the first time I saw Andy in the daylight. I decided that he wasn't very good looking. We were peering over the fence. Andy 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 Paul, 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, velveteen 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 Andy. It was the same kind of tension I felt when I first met Paul. I began to understand what Paul liked about him. Andy's cock began to stick up in his old sweat pants and Paul was gently tugging at it. Andy reached out and pulled me in next to him. I took this as acceptance and it was ok because I wanted to be part of what was about to happen. Paul was kneeling between Andy's legs and had already begun pulling his pants out of the way. It was exposing his cock that flipped up as soon as his pants were pulled low enough. His balls were full and round like an orange.

Paul lifted it up and held it in his hand. It was getting bigger 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 Andy was not that good looking, the majesty of his big cock and balls made up for everything.

Paul was moving his head back and forth and Andy's large cock was going in and out of his mouth. Andy 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 Paul was a sought after and desired possession that now belonged to him. I felt his hand at the back of my head. Andy pulled me so that I was inches away from Paul sucking on his cock. Paul pulled it out of his mouth and offered it to me. In a movement that was almost instinctive, I opened my mouth and holding my head in place, Andy took his hard cock and put it into my mouth. I let it slide down towards my throat. Both Paul and Andy watched while I did it.

Still smiling Andy said, "You think I could cum in his mouth?"

Paul studied me 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.

"Paul, help me get off. You know how, lick my butt and I'll jerk-off."

Andy pulled one leg way back so that Paul could get under him to tend to his butt hole.

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

Andy 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 and then dribble 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 a million tiny wrigglings inside of my mouth.

Paul 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. Paul was jerking off at the same time as he was savoring the product of Andy's dirty deed.

Con't

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