Streetwise
by Lark jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 3:

Boyscout was wearing a red hat with the brim pushed way off to the side. Riding on his bike, the only other thing he was wearing were sweat pants and high-tops. Slightly oversized, those sweat pants looked so good. They especially looked good from behind because they hung down low shownin off the crack of his ass.

He made a turn and rolled up along side of me. His chest was thin and tight and a warm brown. Boyscout had not one hair under his arms.

"What's up?"

I gave him a smile and he gave me a smile remembering all the shit we did together. The image of blowing someone stays with you a long time.. Maybe forever.

Balancing himself on his bike with one foot on the ground he pulled the elastic waist band of his sweat pants away so I could see his cock in his pants. I looked and then I looked around to see if anyone was watching us.
"Keep looking at it."

I came up closer and watched while his cock rose up into a stiff boner without him even touching it.

"Smiling a me he said, "You want it?"

I laughed and said, "Well that's a stupid question, of course I want it."

I pointed a finger at my open mouth and said, "I want it right in here."

He scanned the surroundings looking for a place.

I said, "We could go to my place?"

He didn't say anything, he just rolled along next to me.
I had to help him carry his bike up five flights of stairs to Marko's apartment.

He said, "No way, I'm not leavin it down here so it can get ripped-off"

The thing I like about sweat pants on skinny boys is that they are naked even when they are wearing them. I can feel all around his legs and through his ass and grab at his bonered cock and play with his balls even before I pull down those soft baggy pants. We sat together up on my bed while I took off his high-tops and smelly socks. He lay back looking at me and letting me have my way.

Boyscout suddenly became alert as if he had just heard something. "Hey, who else lives here, what if someone comes?"

I calmed him. "Don't worry, Marko's at work and anyway, he don't care."

Boyscout became relaxed enough to lay naked and spread out. He watched me suck on him and lick his balls and butt hole.

I looked at Boyscout and said, "I could do this all day."

He smiled and said, "I not stoppin you, am I?"

We spent the day naked doing whatever he could dream up. He had a good time and after holding off for the last time, he finally came.

Boyscout sat up and was searching the blankets for one of his socks.

He said, "I gotta go. Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow."

I lay there watching him dress and I was imagining Boyscout being even cuter than before. He pulled up his sweat pants and re-tied the drawer string to keep them from falling down.

Just then the door opened and Marko walked in. At first he ignored us and even though I was still laying naked on the bed made like nothing was unusual. Boyscout started to move out.

Marko smiled and said, "You're Boyscout, aren't you? Hey, don't go on my account, I don't care if you are here. "

Marko was taller and more mature looking than either one of us.

Boyscout was rolling his bike towards the door. "I gotta go."

Marko, still giving him a big smile said, "Ok, but come round anytime."

We heard Boyscout's bike thumping down the stairs. Marko stripped off his clothes and climbed on the bed with me.

He lit a cigarette, inhaled, blew out the smoke and after a pause, turned to look at me and said, "Nice goin."