Skipping school [MM]

**[WP]You decide to skip school, as you come home you see your dad’s boss car parked nearby and hear moans coming from the house….**

I admit I was curious but I couldn’t exactly walk in, they would know I was skipping school. I took the bike around the back and hid it in my usual spot behind the bush. I could just barely spot some movement through one of the windows but I took my shot and darted for the treehouse, darting up to safety fast as a squirrel. My heart was pounding from the excitement as I took cover and listened carefully to hear if I’d been discovered. No angry yelling or concerned: “Michael, what are you doing home from school?” I was in the clear. With a grin I took my bag off and searched around my secret stashes for snacks, score, a pack of biscuits not even a week old yet!

I was booting up angrybirds and enjoying my victory snack when I heard more moans coming from the house, I picked up the old binoculars and held the one working part of it up to my eye to get a better look. It was Mr. Henderson alright, dads boss from the office, he’d drop by every once in a while to watch games with my dad and me and he always stashed candy in the garden somewhere for me to find, and he would hide it so well it would sometimes take me up to half an hour to find. I was starting to wonder if I should climb down to look for it when I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He was moaning something fierce too, looking down out of my view and licking his lips. It was kind of mesmerizing to watch, I wondered for a second if he was doing that ‘jerking off’ thing the others had been talking about at school. But when his hands came up and folded behind his neck I tossed that idea out, I was pretty sure you needed your hands for that. He was definitely enjoying himself though, moaning and muttering things I couldn’t quite hear, not even with the window cracked open.

I was crunching away at a biscuit when something eventually changed, Mr. Henderson leaned backwards stiff as a board, his hands gripping at the cough and his moans turned to a long series of gasps as he started shaking. I wondered briefly if he was having a stroke or something but it settled down pretty quick and he started smiling broadly and saying something I couldn’t make out. He kept looking down out of my view and just as I was considering climbing higher in the tree for a better angle it became a moot point.

I saw my dad emerge into my view, kissing his way up Mr. Henderson’s chest. The biscuit fell out of my mouth as my jaw dropped, something white was covering dads face and as dad came eye to eye with Mr. Henderson the two kissed. I was paralyzed, watching the two of them wrap their arms around one another as they kissed. I could hardly believe what I was seeing as Mr. Henderson started licking the white stuff from dads face and dad was beaming and laughing like a million bucks.

I ducked into my treehouse to hide and process what I had just watched. I didn’t know a lot of what they had been doing, but I knew about kissing and I knew what that meant. I peeked over the edge again and saw dad fiddling with Mr. Henderson’s hair, dad would mess up my hair all the time but this seemed different. Mr. Henderson pushed dad down on the couch so I could just barely see his face and joined him pretty soon after. Stretching my neck a bit I could see they were hugging each other the same way I used to do with my teddy when I’d been a kid and they kept kissing every now and then.

I kept watch as the two of them seemed to fall asleep there on the couch together and it wasn’t till I was sure there was nothing more going on that I sat back down in the treehouse. Dad and Mr. Henderson liked each other, like ‘liked’ each other, it was the only thing that made sense. I thought about dad’s happy face and how nice Mr. Henderson always was when he came over. I pondered things over as I ate another biscuit and eventually opened a small wooden box I had stashed beneath an old jacket. I pulled the picture out and put it on top of the box and just looked at the smiling faces. Mom, dad and a baby that would grow up to be me.

“You’re okay with this right mom?” I asked quietly. “You said you wanted us to be happy and I know it’s been hard for dad since… Mr. Henderson is real nice mom and the way dad smiles at him, it reminds me of the way he smiled at you.” My gaze drifted up into the leaves above for a while, mom didn’t answer of course but it still felt nice to talk to her. “I’m gonna tell dad it’s okay, I like Mr. Henderson and… and dad needs to be happy too.” I wiped the tears from my eyes as I picked up the photo and hugged it. “I miss you.”

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