lay on his back. Pulled down his red pants. Pulled down his white underpants, letting out the rigid length.
Peggy got down on her hands and knees, lowered her mouth to Peter’s cock. Bumped it between her lips, into her warm mouth.
She started sucking.
Peter lay his head on the dirt, like a king, flop of brown hair across his forehead, both hands on the back of Peggy’s bobbing head, knuckled fingers prominent, staring up at Tom from around his big nose. “Is this your first date with your girlfriend?”
•••
Friday morning at breakfast, Tom asked his dad if he could sleep over Peter’s house.
His dad chewed on the remainder of his power bar, washed it down with the rest of his orange juice. “Do you like Peter?”
Tom blushed. “What do you mean?”
His dad pulled out, from between the buttons of his white dress shirt, the wideness of his red tie. “What do you think of his mom?”
Tom, confused, tilted more of his cold glass of skim milk into his mouth, buying time.
“She’s pretty cool, huh?”
“I guess so.”
“You’ve probably noticed I’ve been spending a lot of time with her.”
Tom said nothing.
His dad, at their stainless steel dishwasher, put his empty orange juice glass upside down in the top rack. “Do you miss not having a mom to come home to?”
Tom jerked up his head. “Is mom coming back?”
“Well, not your original mom. But what if you got a new mom?”
“Like who?”
“Like, for example, Lisa. Would you like that?”
Tom lowered his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I wouldn’t.”
“Well, it’s something to think about.” His dad pulled out the vibration in his front pants pocket. Looked at the lit screen. “Tom, I just want the best for you. You’re my son. I love you.” He looked around at their new kitchen. “Maybe having a two-parent home again will help you. I have to take this. That’s fine if you sleep over Peter’s. But no horror movies. And don’t go on any Internet sites on his computer that aren’t kid-friendly.”
•••
“Know where your dad and my mom are right now?”
Tom, sitting on the edge of Peter’s bed, looked over at his friend, who was sprawled, legs spread apart, against one of the pillows. “No.”
“They’re at a hotel downtown. Know how I know that?”
Tom shook his head. Scrunched his eyebrows under his crew cut. Using his right forefinger, he secretly drew a square, with four squares inside, on Peter’s white bed sheet.
“I saw all these receipts for hotel rooms in my mom’s purse. They stay at the Hyatt Regency Columbus.” Peter watched Tom’s face absorb the information. “They get room service so they don’t have to leave their room. Last Friday, my mom got a chicken breast dinner, and your dad got a filet mignon dinner. They shared a buckeye cheesecake. Plus there are charges on the bill for porno movies.” Peter kept watching Tom’s face. “What do you think they do in that hotel room all night?”
“How would I know? I don’t work for the FBI.”
“Your dad’s putting his penis in my mom, and maybe putting it in her mouth too, like I did with your girlfriend Peggy.”
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore!”
“Maybe your dad’s even putting his penis in my mom’s butt. I heard a rumor that it feels really good to have a penis up your butt. It feels the same way peppermint candy tastes.”
“I seriously don’t think so.”
“Want to see something?”
“What?”
“The ghost that lives up in the attic? It’s been active.”
Peter led Tom back up the attic stairs, Tom’s eyes big and fearful.
Peter crooked his little finger, leading Tom behind the huge red-brick chimney in the middle of the attic, its rise slanted to one side, like the leaning tower of Pisa.
Behind the chimney, on the rough wood floor, the little brown dog that roamed the neighborhood, wagging its tail, easily tricked by putting your thumb between your ring finger and your index finger.
The dog was
Peggy got down on her hands and knees, lowered her mouth to Peter’s cock. Bumped it between her lips, into her warm mouth.
She started sucking.
Peter lay his head on the dirt, like a king, flop of brown hair across his forehead, both hands on the back of Peggy’s bobbing head, knuckled fingers prominent, staring up at Tom from around his big nose. “Is this your first date with your girlfriend?”
•••
Friday morning at breakfast, Tom asked his dad if he could sleep over Peter’s house.
His dad chewed on the remainder of his power bar, washed it down with the rest of his orange juice. “Do you like Peter?”
Tom blushed. “What do you mean?”
His dad pulled out, from between the buttons of his white dress shirt, the wideness of his red tie. “What do you think of his mom?”
Tom, confused, tilted more of his cold glass of skim milk into his mouth, buying time.
“She’s pretty cool, huh?”
“I guess so.”
“You’ve probably noticed I’ve been spending a lot of time with her.”
Tom said nothing.
His dad, at their stainless steel dishwasher, put his empty orange juice glass upside down in the top rack. “Do you miss not having a mom to come home to?”
Tom jerked up his head. “Is mom coming back?”
“Well, not your original mom. But what if you got a new mom?”
“Like who?”
“Like, for example, Lisa. Would you like that?”
Tom lowered his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I wouldn’t.”
“Well, it’s something to think about.” His dad pulled out the vibration in his front pants pocket. Looked at the lit screen. “Tom, I just want the best for you. You’re my son. I love you.” He looked around at their new kitchen. “Maybe having a two-parent home again will help you. I have to take this. That’s fine if you sleep over Peter’s. But no horror movies. And don’t go on any Internet sites on his computer that aren’t kid-friendly.”
•••
“Know where your dad and my mom are right now?”
Tom, sitting on the edge of Peter’s bed, looked over at his friend, who was sprawled, legs spread apart, against one of the pillows. “No.”
“They’re at a hotel downtown. Know how I know that?”
Tom shook his head. Scrunched his eyebrows under his crew cut. Using his right forefinger, he secretly drew a square, with four squares inside, on Peter’s white bed sheet.
“I saw all these receipts for hotel rooms in my mom’s purse. They stay at the Hyatt Regency Columbus.” Peter watched Tom’s face absorb the information. “They get room service so they don’t have to leave their room. Last Friday, my mom got a chicken breast dinner, and your dad got a filet mignon dinner. They shared a buckeye cheesecake. Plus there are charges on the bill for porno movies.” Peter kept watching Tom’s face. “What do you think they do in that hotel room all night?”
“How would I know? I don’t work for the FBI.”
“Your dad’s putting his penis in my mom, and maybe putting it in her mouth too, like I did with your girlfriend Peggy.”
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore!”
“Maybe your dad’s even putting his penis in my mom’s butt. I heard a rumor that it feels really good to have a penis up your butt. It feels the same way peppermint candy tastes.”
“I seriously don’t think so.”
“Want to see something?”
“What?”
“The ghost that lives up in the attic? It’s been active.”
Peter led Tom back up the attic stairs, Tom’s eyes big and fearful.
Peter crooked his little finger, leading Tom behind the huge red-brick chimney in the middle of the attic, its rise slanted to one side, like the leaning tower of Pisa.
Behind the chimney, on the rough wood floor, the little brown dog that roamed the neighborhood, wagging its tail, easily tricked by putting your thumb between your ring finger and your index finger.
The dog was
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