Streetwise
by Lark... jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 10:

Marko did come home but it was late and we were both asleep. He made no effort to wake me but roused Boyscout. I watched quietly still harboring confused feelings. The room was dark but I could see Marko sitting on the edge of the bed. I could also see Boyscout's head bobbing up and down between Marko's long legs.

Back on the bed they went through a series of positions until finally Marko positioned Boyscout for the serious fuck. Marko's big cock was a lot for me to take and Boyscout was a whole foot shorter than me. I puzzled, how did he do it? Once Marko got going, he went all the way in and up Boyscout's hole and then almost all the way out before going in again.

It was chaotic, noisy and beautiful all at the same time and I felt left out. I know it is stupid but I started to cry. I lay, facing the wall while they both brought it to a noisy bumpy and intense climax. It seemed to go on and on until they finally settled down and pulled themselves back together. The light went on and Marko came back in with a bag of fast food for us all. The spaghetti was a disaster and in spite of my sad mood, I was hungry.

Between mouthfuls, Marko said, "I saw that all crap you two brought home today, it's good, we need it. but try using your imagination. Break some rules. I want you to go out once or twice a week and check for more. Just remember, More than anything, we need money, so keep your eyes open."

I felt myself becoming distant from Marko and even Boyscout. Marko got up to take a shower. Boyscout was delicately picking through the French fires and I turned over pretending to sleep.

"Michael, get in here!"

I sat up to see Marko drying himself from the shower."

"I want to talk to you."

It was as if I had done something wrong and I was in trouble.

I followed Marko into the bathroom and he closed the door behind me. Up close and together, it was easy for him to see that I was miserable.

He summed up my unhappy state and answered it with a small handful of words. "Ok, I get it. Let me ask you a fuckin question? When was the last time I had my tongue up your stinky ass?"

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a guilty look and then said,..."Yesterday."

He answered abruptly, "Right! So what is all this shit!"

I felt his fingers up my butt and the motions of him jerking off his big dick with his other hand. He was get me ready.

Standing up in the small bathroom, he held me tight as if I might try to run away and I felt him pushing his cock up my ass. He knew what I wanted and now he was giving it to me. He had just finished with Boyscout and I was getting his second round. It was harsh and intense and he took much longer than usual.

By the time we were finished I was soaked with his sweat. We got back into the shower together. I hung on to him and did not want to let go.

Not big with his emotions, Marko said, "Michael, we are brothers, ok?"

I nodded yes.

He said, "That includes Boyscout, ok?"

I nodded yes.

He felt that was all I needed to hear. It seemed to heal things for the moment but deep inside I had the feeling that it wasn't enough.. No matter what, it would never be enough.
I knew that whatever was wrong was inside of me..