Streetwise
by Lark... jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 11:

We had found Boyscout another bike and once back on wheels he became either the advance guard or the getaway.

It was late and we made it over to the Park. Normally crowded during the day with city folk enjoying nature, at night it was dangerous, foreboding, but also exciting, especially late at night.

Sitting back on his bike, Boyscout said, "Who's gonna rob us? We don't have nothin to fuckin rob."

I said, "They could take your bike."

He sped off and I heard him call out. "I'm too fast for 'em"

Just as quickly, he sped back skidding his rear tire.

We were in the park but kept close to the edge keeping the busy street in view. Occasionally someone would walk but they mostly ignored us. I don't know about Boyscout, but I knew what was going on. A man dressed in black asked us if we knew the time. Boyscout and I looked at each other. Neither one of us had a watch.

I said, "What would I know the fuckin time for?"

He Looked at me and held my gaze. What would a well dressed man want with us riff-raff? He had his hand down in his pocket and he was moving it. It was something big and it was urgent. The message was not lost on me.

I said to Boyscout, "Wait for me out on the corner, don't go home without me."

He looked puzzled but turned and slowly rode off leaving me alone with the man. I figured that if he didn't know before, he knew now.

The man was teasing a large hard-on hidden in his pants. He was bigger than me and taller by more than a foot. He was a tough man to be sure. Maybe I should have been cautious but I was too excited. He moved up close to me and I imagined that he might be a cop. I should have been afraid and maybe I was but it was his big stiff hidden boner that held me in place.

In a soft but deep voice, he said "You suck dick?"

I looked from side to side and the back at him but I didn't say anything. He knew full well that If I wasn't interested I would have backed away or run for it, but I didn't. My expression was blank.

He cleared his throat and then smoothly and softly said, "Is twenty enough?"

When I didn't say anything, he seemed irritated. The man straighten up and began to walk away. When he turned to see me walking along side of him, he seemed pleased and we both headed into the darker more secluded part of the park.