Streetwise
by Lark - jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com
Part 1:
I guess most of us are a little bit of both but Boyscout was definitely half black and half white. I think his fucked-up mother was Italian or something and his father, like mine, was nowhere to be found.
Boyscout was all boy. He rode around the neighborhood on his bike and was was fearless, cocky and independent.
I was 14 at the time and my circumstances were just as dismal. I had no reason to be proud of my sorry-ass reputation, but being honest, I suppose I earned it.
Boyscout was younger than me, maybe twelve. It was summer and all he wore was a thin pair of gray cotton shorts. Like the rest of him, they needed washing. His face was dirty, his hands were dirty and so were his naked brown legs. Boyscout could care less. Around his neck was a leather cord and on it hung a shiny apartment key. When he came to a stop from riding around he would prop himself up on his bike, survey the situation, maybe smoke a stolen cigarette and spit.
"Hey Sister, you got one?" It was a insulting name but coming from him, I didn't mind. I didn't have a cigarette.
I said, "My name is Michael, not Sister!"
As for his question, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sorry, no smokes."
He was sitting on his bike looking at me and trying to figure what else he could possibly get off of me. I really don't think he noticed it or if he did, he didn't care, but dressed only his shorts, his penis and neat set of balls were in full view between his spread legs.
"You got any money?"
I came over and stood close to the bike. "I might have a little."
I reached down and touched his penis. At first he gave a start but realizing that it was only me pulled his bike closer to conceal our actions.
"Ah, come on, you must have some money."
I said, "Yeah, a little, maybe."
His penis began to rise in my hand. I pinched on the very end of his foreskin and pulled on it to stretch out its length from between his legs. It swelled and stiffened to reach it current potential. Only after that did I push his foreskin down revealing its smooth and moist cock head. For 12, Boyscout had a handsome dick of almost 5 inches. He carefully pulled away and with me in tow, slowly rolled along on his bike.
The real fact was that we were looking for a place. Silently, without a word spoken between us, we looked this way and that. We were looking for a hideout, a sanctuary, somewhere where we could do what we both wanted to do. It was the ticklish thought of dirty things that moved us. There was foreclosed house across the street. Boyscout and I rolled into the weedy and junk strewn yard and wandered around back.
Trespassing:
We didn't want to be noticed. All the windows and doors on the first floor were boarded up. Climbing a tree at the side of the house, we pushed open a window and climbed in.
Breaking and Entering:
We went from room to room to see if anyone was hiding in the house. We were too scared to go downstairs because it was very dark. The windows and doors had all been boarded up making it pitched black. We both thought the same thing. Anything could be down there, just waiting.