Streetwise
by Lark... jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 9:


"Boyscout,  I didn't know that you would let anybody fuck you?  I mean, that first night you stayed with Marko and me and he fucked you, was that your first time?"

He didn't answer me but started talking about something else.  

Boyscout and I went looking thru the food boxes that had been set up in the front of supermarkets and soup kitchens.  

The charity boxes and charity shelves had a lot of things that no one else wanted and we saw repeats at every location.  There were things like packs of macaroni and cheese, Ramon noodles and cans of different kinds of beans like, string beans, kidney beans and lima beans and even cans of Sauer kraut.  None of which either one of us liked.  Among other things,  I held up a large can of cooked pumpkin.   

Boyscout gave an ugly frown. "Don't get that, it looks like diarrhea!"

Actually it did. "Well, I thought maybe I could bake a pie or something."

He grabbed it out of my hand and threw it back into the box.

We took all the macaroni and cheese the Ramon noodles, spaghetti sauce and 3 boxes of spaghetti.

I looked at Boyscout. "Do you know how to cook spaghetti?"

He shrugged his shoulders.  I guess we'd have to learn.  

When we had all that we could carry, we went back to the apartment. 



Boyscout called from the kitchen, "How long are you supposed to cook spaghetti?"

I said, "I don't know, about an hour, I guess."

I was already naked and in our familiar bed.  I liked that I was here with alone with Boyscout for a change.  Marko had a habit of ruling over both of us and he would be back soon enough.  Boyscout dropped his sweat pants, kicked them away and climbed in bed with me.  

He was so brown, warm and skinny and just seeing him made me feel good all over.  We jerked each other off slowly and lay contentedly with each other.  

"Boyscout, do you like me?"

He said, "Sure."

I thought to myself, spoken like a real boy. 

Boyscout smelled so good,  It was a light and delicious smell that I can't quite describe.  It made me feel happy and wonderful like he was my best friend in the world.   Boyscout didn't smell at all like Marko.  Marko was smelling more and more like a man every day.  His scent was strong and protective.  It generated thrilled excitement and thoughts of big stiff cocks and sweat.  When his scent filled the air around me, it made me want to offer myself to him.   I would do anything he wanted no matter what it was and it made me good to do it.  

Boyscout and Marko are very different from each other and it was this that allowed me to love each one of them separately at the same time.   Marko was like a big brother and I needed him.  Boyscout was my little brother and it made me feel good inside to think that maybe he needed me.  I have no idea what they saw in me but when the 3 of us sleep in this bed together, I felt so complete, maybe for the first time in my life.   

As different as we are, we all had come from the same sort of backgrounds, ...Fucked-up.  None of us had fathers.  None of us had any idea of how to survive except to grab what we needed when no one was looking.  If we knew better perhaps we could apologize or ask forgiveness but we didn't.   

Because of the chaos that bad drugs had brought down on our missing fathers and struggling mother's, we were wary of the more dangerous drugs.  The three of us kept it confined to an occasional beer, maybe some cigarettes now and then and pot as a special luxury, but never on a regular basis because we didn't have the money and we needed our wits to survive.  I believed that having sex anytime we needed it cancelled out any desire for drugs and anyway, the crews that sold drugs didn't want faggot like me as members.

Boyscout pushed me over on my belly and then climbed on me and entered me from behind.  His entry of me was nowhere near as overwhelming as when Marko fucked me but I felt his smaller cock and I liked it.  His frequency was higher and faster than Marko's long dick approach.  Boyscout didn't say much of anything and certainly didn't ask and, of course, I didn't mind at all.  I liked that he used me as if I belonged to him, as if I was his property.  The thought made me feel good and it hardened my cock.   

Boyscout was acting out the reverse of what was going to happen to him when Marko eventually got home.  He needed to see the event from all sides to understand it.  It was a surprise to me to see that Boyscout was so willing to be fucked, but then so was I when Marko first came on to me.  Marko is very  intense.

We all knew that Marko's primary interest was Boyscout's tight boy hole and at the moment, nothing less would do.  He wanted his finger, tongue and big dick there for him to be satisfied.  I couldn't change that.  If I had not given Marko Boyscout as a gift, he may have run off anyway or, worse, thrown me out and moved Boyscout in.  I am convinced that bringing Boyscout in to our family made it better and anyway, what choice did I have? 

I was jerking off while Boyscout was fucking me.. We came simultaneously.  He up my ass and me in a little pool in our bed.