Streetwise
by Lark... jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 15:

His dimly lit bedroom was lush with rich dark quilts and blankets. The walls were painted a dark blue like a deep ocean cave. There were twinkling lights that looked like stars in a dark blue sky. I climbed naked into his bed. I lay there imagining that I wasn't in the real world anymore. Ken brought me a small piece of chicken and some strange foods I had never eaten before. He gave me a small glass or red wine and advised me to drink it slowly. I felt safe and peaceful laying naked and unguarded. I had trouble staying awake and Ken came in close to stroke my hair and my face.

"Michael, you sleep now and I will have my way with in the wee hours so sleep warm and safe."

 

The Dream:
I don't hardly remember my dad. It was like I saw him walking away like he had just done something wrong and he didn't want to get caught. He looked back at me but then kept going. I think I must have been maybe 6 years old.

In my sleep I heard glass being smashed. I sat up right in bed and heard my Mother and Father fighting in the other room.

"I am not! You fuckin think you know everything you fuckin bitch!" The voice was my Father.

"Peter, I can tell when you're on crystal, you get crazy and you get that scary look in your eyes and you start tearing things apart! Peter, I can tell!"

There was a slam like a chair kicked away and the loudest scream I have ever heard in my life.

"I. Am. Not. On. Crystal!!"

This time the voice was my Mother's "Peter you got a son, don't you give a shit about him?"

"Hey, I didn't tell you to have the little turd, that was your big idea!"

There was more noise and one of the neighbors called up from downstairs, "Hey up there, the cops are on the way!"

My insides were wound up like a clock spring and I slid under the covers and cried.

My Father went out the window and I never saw him again. When he left, he took something with him that he was supposed to give to me but I have no idea what it was.

And now, when I go off with a strange man to suck dick, I think, maybe he has what I am looking for. Maybe if I do what he tells me to do he'll give me what my Dad was supposed to, but I still have no idea what it is and I still can't find it.....

 

In the dead of the night:
Ken roused me in a black room. He had become the dark man, a black silhouette, an evil demon. He held me by my hair and directed me to his cock and his balls. He was very hard and his upright cock was maintained by a silver ring. Sex in the dead of night can be animalistic and dirty and no one cares or complains. It is supposed to be rude and filthy. I tasted urine and I did things I've never done before. I didn't question them, I just did them because I wanted to do them. Ken was demanding but like a lot of gay men, Ken was play acting and pretending. It was important for him to be a stranger, an unpredictable unknown, a predator capable of anything, but there was something unconvincing about it.

Marko could be demanding too, but he was authentic. I loved getting Marko off more than anything.

Finally Ken got down to the business of fucking me into oblivion. Having someone pound your ass and then deliver it all up your butt hole is strangely and completely satisfying.

 

Morning:
Everything in Ken's house was so fucking neat.. We sat at small table eating toast and coffee.

"Where are my clothes?"

Ken took a gulp of his coffee. "They're in the dryer but I we're going to the Mall when I get off work to buy you some decent clothes and then we'll burn your homeless outfit."

I tilted my head and looked at Ken and thought, "Why would he buy me clothes?"

Ken gathered himself up and prepared to go. Before he did, he came over, lay me back in his arms and softly stroked my cock and belly. "It wouldn't very nice if I came home and found you and all my stuff gone but I am leaving you here because I don't think that you are like that."

At the door he said, "Probably best to stay inside until we work things out. Just take it easy and catch up on your sleep. I'll be back around 6."

Maybe Ken was right. I am capable of stealing but it is not like me to hurt someone who has been kind to me. However, I did spend the early part of the day looking in every room, every closet and in each and every drawer. It was nothing more than pure curiosity.

Back in bed I did something I hadn't done on my own for a long time. I spend time jerking off. Usually there was always Boyscout or Marko around. I started jerking off and I did it just to think about how much I loved them. Boyscout was so bad, so mischievous and Marko was so totally in charge of me and I would always give myself to him. I miss them so much...

After a while, I fell back to sleep.