Streetwise
by Lark jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 5:

I was out and around when I ran into him.

I said, "Where's your bike?"

Boyscout looked miserable and pissed off. "It got stolen."

He kicked the dirt. I was really sorry to hear that because Boyscout and his bike were one. I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him up close.

I said, "Boyscout, If I had the money, I'd buy you a bike right away."

He looked at me and then back to the ground.

After a bit he said, "What you up to?"

I scanned the street. "I don't know, I was thinking of going over to the Salvation Army Store and looking for some new clothes, wanna come?"

Boyscout trailed after me.

The Salvation Army Store had taken over a strip mall that had died a long time ago. They had broken through the walls of the stores to make one big store with a lot of rooms. Mrs. Diaz ran the whole thing by herself. There was a room full of suits and dresses for old people, there was a room with nothing but shoes and another for pants and shirts. All the good shit like gifts and tape players and lamps were up in the first room with Mrs. Diaz.

I went in the back to look for pants. Boyscout came along but he was still quiet.

Standing in front of a table piled high with blue jeans, I said, "Boyscout, what's goin on with you?"

He said softly, "Nothin."

Without his bike, all his cockiness was gone. He seemed vulnerable and almost defenseless. Together we looked passed the two entryways beyond to see Mrs. Diaz still sitting up front. Boyscout pulled me out of view and then, hugged me and held me close. This was a total surprise to me. It was so unlike Boyscout to do anything like this. I felt his hand slide down my pants.

Hidden by the tables full of clothes, Boyscout slid down in front of me and began opening my pants so that he could suck my dick. I have done plenty sucking and getting sucked but this was different. Boyscout was so sad and miserable and now his is sucking me hidden in the back of the Salvation Army Store.

I would never push him away, if I did, I would hurt him for sure. I decided to go for what Boyscout seemed to want. I decided to give him everything I wanted when I sucked cock. I treated him Like Marko treated me when he was hot to cum. I was doing it not because I wanted it but because he needed it. I leaned back against the clothing bin full of blue jeans and pushed my hips forward. I made my stiff dick and balls stick out from my body just to let Boyscout suck on it. When I felt myself cumming, I softly told Boyscout and then just, let it all go. I looked down and watched him swallow it all.

When he rose up, he hugged me and we kissed for the first time. It was easy, exciting and no one disturbed us at all.

Out on the street I asked him, "What about you?"

He seemed cheerful, "I came in my pants without even touchin it."

He came up close and whispered in my ear. His breath was warm and moist.

He said, "I like suckin dick."