Strange Boy 7

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Part 7 Conclusion

I think he must have been asleep because it was a long time before we heard anything inside.

The door to the run-down old trailer opened. "What?"

Paul looked up at Andy. "Is your mom around?"

"Naw, she's workin over at Quiki-mart." Andy let us both in.

The air in the small trailer was close and warm. It smelled like Andy's sweat but I didn't think of it as smelling bad. Instead, it was intoxicating and just being in there was giving me a boner.

He was almost naked except for a pair of loosely fitting old underwear. I remember looking at Andy's Adam's apple, at the tufts of dark hair under his arms, his boney ribs and the lumpy crotch of his underwear.

There was no mystery about what was going to happen. Paul pulled down the front of Andy's underwear and tugged at his cock. I moved in to share the experience. His balls were big and his cock seem to stand up between us. We competed with each other to hold it. Paul pulled his foreskin up and down revealing a moist and shiny head.

Andy gave a giddy laugh and fell back onto the cheap velveteen couch and we followed him down. I pulled his underwear to his knees and then entirely off leaving a naked Andy before us. I was thinking that we were the delinquents, not him. Andy kept smiling at us, letting us have our way. I held his very hard cock. I was fascinated. Paul was just behind me taking off all of his clothes. I pulled his cock forward and put it into my mouth. I had never held anything more amazing than Andy's cock. Paul licked his balls and when Andy lifted one leg up, exposing his asshole and he got under him to lick it.

Paul must have known it was there because he reached under the couch and pulled out a plastic bottle of some kind clear lotion. Andy held his cock upright and Paul squirted the clear liquid all over it. He stroked Andy's cock up and down making it slick and slippery. It was when I saw Paul squeezing the liquid up his butt that I realized that he was going let Andy fuck him. Paul had described it to me once but I didn't really think it was possible. He climbed up on Andy and cautiously sat down on his cock. I watch it slowly disappear. Paul rode up and down on it. When he got off of it Andy's cock was slick and harder than ever. Paul squirted more lotion on it.

He laid on the couch opposing Andy and pulled his legs all the way back, granting Andy complete access to his hole. Andy probed it with two and three fingers pushing them in and out. Holding Paul by his ankles, he began to push his cock into him little by little, each time, a little deeper. Paul stared up at him with an expression that looked like he was in pain or about to cry but he kept pulling Andy forward and even deeper into him. I was too stunned to do anything but watch. Paul was over him going in and out in a smooth repeating rhythm of increasing speed.

He was smiling down at Paul. "You like it?"

Paul quickly nodded yes.

Andy started going harder and faster. He was groaning and gasping and it seemed to go on and on. It got to a point when I was sure that he was letting it go. Just watching Andy's lean body move, I felt like I almost could see his juice squirting and flowing up Paul's butt hole. Paul reached up had held on tight as if he'd never let go. They settled down and became quiet. I looked at them and imagined that it was me that had just been fucked.

The three of us dressed and re-organized ourselves. Andy offered us the remains of a liter of flat Coke. It became obvious that he was over us and was impatient for us to leave.

We were only a block from home when Paul stopped dead in his tracks. "Uh oh.."

His face crunched up into a strange frown.

I looked at him and said, "What?"

"I think I soaked my underwear."

I wasn't sure what he meant.

He had a strange icky look on his face. "I think Andy's cum came out all at once.. It's running down my legs."

The summer was coming to end:

"What do you think? Should I try and talk to Paul's father and see if he could start school here with us?"

It was my mom's suggestion and I liked the idea because Paul and I had become brothers.

A few days later:

"Paul, your father can't even take care of himself, I don't see how he could ever take care of you. You better stay here with us."

A week after school started:

"Hello, anyone one here?" I opened the door and let the woman in.

"Is Paul Ryder here?" She gripped car keys in one hand and had an erect cigarette in the other.

Paul appeared at the foot of the stairs.

"There you are honey, aren't you glad to see your mother?"

Paul stood there, his face was without expression.

She wore earrings, jingling bracelets and had on brightly colored clothes. She opened her arms to Paul but he just stood there. "I have missed you so much honey!"

The fact that there was no physical demonstration between the two didn't seem to bother her. "Paul, get your things, you are coming home with me."

Paul slowly looked over at me and said nothing.

"What's your name honey?" I told her I was Tommy and that my mother was at work and would be home soon.

"Come on Paul, get your things I want to be on the road before it gets too late."

My mother arrived home and the two women greeted each other.

"I'm Paul's mother, Jeana. Thank you so much for taking care of him. You know that you can't rely on his no good, drunk father."

They set up in the kitchen having a talk and Paul and I went upstairs to collect his things. The idea of Paul leaving and going away had never occurred to me and I was stunned. I didn't know what I would do when he was gone. Paul was very upset about having to leave but he was keeping it all in inside.

Most of his clothes fit into a plastic garbage bag and I helped him lug it downstairs.

His mother stood up to go. She continued talking to my mother. "I've got a god damn, good lawyer. That son of a bitch is going to be paying me child support if I have to put him in prison, and don't think I won't do it!"

I watched the two walk to the curb. His mother upright and defiant and Paul behind her dragging his plastic bag of clothes.

She yelled at him, "Get in the car!"

A few years later my mom married an older man she had met. I don't think that she really loved him, I think she was just looking out of the two of us. He was a good man but distant and we didn't really communicate. We moved to a nicer house in a nicer neighborhood. I sent Paul a postcard but I think they moved.

Eventually, I settled down and concentrated on my grades. At that time I didn't have much of an interest in girls or even boys. Maybe it was because of all the wild things we had done when I was younger.

When I was 17 a letter appeared in the mail box. I held it in my hand and turning it over I saw that it had been opened and then taped shut. It was from a correctional institution up state.

Tommy,

I hope this letter reaches you. I am sorry to tell you that I am locked up maybe for a while, possibly 10 years. I'm not really a bad person, it was just the people I was hangin out with that got me here.

Not much to tell about this place except that I have friends that look out for me. My mother made sure I got locked up the first time for truancy and after that it was easy to keep comin back.

I wrote Andy but he never wrote me back. I wished he did.

I miss you so much. I can't stop thinking about the times we had together and I wish more than anything that we could have those times back..

Your friend Paul

Not long after I took a 4 hour bus trip up state to see Paul. When I got to the prison, I was turned away because I was under 18, and needed to have an adult with me. I never got to see him. Later in a letter, Paul told me he had waited all day.

2 years later:

"I didn't do nothin, I was just standing there."

Something happened and blame had to be issued. Paul's sentence was extended. It wouldn't be the last time.

Dear Tommy,

Do you think that when I get out, you and me could live together? I know we would get along. Maybe a place to live near the sea shore or the ocean. These are things I dream about.

Paul

His letters started coming back. They were stamped deceased. Paul had caught something and quickly died. He never told me that he was sick and it really didn't matter what it was.

Now he is free and no one can ever rein him in again.

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