Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 16:06:51 +1000
From: arbee_tas@hotmail.com
Subject: Street Wise

The usual disclaimers apply. If it is against laws in your place of abode,
to read this material, DON'T. This is a work of pure fiction, and any person
finding a likeness to any other person, alive or deceased, is reminded of
this fact.


Street Wise


Is it possible that a streetwise kid of nearly sixteen, who has been on the
streets since he was thirteen, can be brought back to some form of stable
reality and sanity? Who, and what kind of person would be able to
successfully complete this kind of task? Read on, the answer to this and
other questions will be revealed through these chapters. This is not just a
story of sexual relations, but one of a return to the seemly side of life,
after near desperation.




Chapter 1 -- City Streets by Day and Night



The city's streets, usually the domain of workers, shoppers, delivery
personnel and traffic on a day-to-day basis, are also home to what are
generally referred to as street kids. Not seen much during daylight hours,
these youths hide in the drains beneath the streets, living like sub-humans,
surviving on what food they can scrounge or steal. The everyday person knows
of the existence of these youths, but has no real idea of the circumstances
that made them that way in the first place. Homeless kids, ranging from
eleven years to eighteen years, living in the only place they can find
shelter, most of them thrown out of their homes by unfeeling and uncaring
parents for misdemeanours as minor as not taking out the rubbish when asked
to.

Cammo, real name Cameron was one of these youths. He had been thrown out of
his home one night when he was thirteen, having witnessed his drunken father
knock his mother to the floor. She had crawled to the door, opened it and
disappeared, not even turning back to her son. When he had asked his father
where his mother was, half an hour later, Cameron had received similar
treatment and then been literally thrown out of the door with the clothes he
had on and told never to come back. After the trauma he had witnessed
between his parents during his short life, he quickly made up his mind not
to go back, ever.
Since that night, he hadn't seen either his mother or his father again. He
was now nearly sixteen and survived with the other `streeties' in their
existence by day beneath the streets, emerging only in the evenings to
scrounge or steal what food they could. For clothing, they raided charity
bins. They washed maybe once a week in the cold waters of the drains, using
what soap and paper towelling they could scrounge from public toilets. It
was a pretty sombre existence but they survived, having each other for
company. The older ones relieved their sexual tensions between each other,
male female, male - male, female -- female, it didn't matter to them, it was
relief from their daily existence and anyway, usually drew a crowd of
younger ones, eager to watch the older ones `doing it'.
Cammo considered himself an `older one', he hadn't exactly been backwards in
sexual activity and had his favourites, ones he considered himself attracted
to. There was never any asking for favours, they were usually obtained by an
approach and a hand between the legs in the case of a female, or a hand
gently stroked across the fly in the case of a male. There were never any
refusals, from anyone; any relief from their existence was welcomed warmly.
Cammo's favourites included Shelley, Inga and Josie from the females, Danny,
Rick and Rocky from the males. Often a small group would watch as he had sex
with his chosen female partner, or watch fascinated as he had sex with, or
sucked his chosen male partner. There were no sexual misgivings; everything
was accepted in their small, putrid world.
One particular evening, after he had just finished with Inga, Cammo was
approached by Rocky.

"You was s'posed to be saving that for me tonight Cammo, remember?" Rocky
said, sounding just a tad disappointed, "I didn't wanna have to wait `til
tomorrow."

Rocky was fifteen, tall for his age but very thin, almost gangly. Cammo was
attracted to him mainly because of his face, which, although thin, had
certain qualities which made it handsome. Deep set brown eyes, a small,
straight nose, a square jaw line and the most wonderful smile. Cammo looked
into Rocky's deep-set eyes.

"Yeah Rock, but no one said you couldn't."

"But you just shagged Inga," Rocky said, still sounding a bit disappointed.

Cammo turned to the curved side of the drain, bent over and placed his hands
against the wall. His tattered jeans were still around his ankles from his
session with Inga.

"Well?" Cammo turned his head towards Rocky, "ya want it or not?"

Rocky didn't have to be asked twice. "Yeah shit I do, haven't even had a
wank in a week," he said, undoing his jeans.

Cammo steadied himself against the wall, feeling Rocky behind him, hearing
him spit on his fingers and feeling the warm saliva being gently massaged
onto his opening. Rocky made sure the saliva was massaged well into his cock
before positioning himself behind Cammo, holding his hip with one hand, the
other guiding his cock till he felt contact.

"Shit, this is gonna be good," Rocky said, applying gentle pressure, "this
is gonna be real good."

Cammo heard an audible moan from Rocky as the head of his cock slipped
gently inside. Rocky continued with the pressure, his cock sliding slowly
inside until Cammo felt his bush against him. There was no pain, just a mild
feeling of discomfort as Rocky's six inches became fully imbedded, this had
happened too many times before for there to be anything more than a little
discomfort.

"It's right in Cammo, ah shit that's good. Hold them walls mate, I'm gonna
fuck ya like a steam engine." Rocky already sounded breathless.

As Rocky started his strokes, a couple of the younger males stood watching.

"Don't that `urt Cammo?" one of them asked.

"Nah, not any more," Cammo explained. "Did to start with but don't now. Argh
fuck Rocky, take it fuckin' easy, I felt that push in me throat."

"Yeah!" was all Rocky could offer.

Within a few minutes, Rocky was finished, withdrawing before blowing his
huge wad across the floor of the drain with deep sighs. "Jeez Cammo, you
know what I like, that was a massive blow, shit that was good."

Rocky pulled up his tattered jeans, as did Cammo, both turning to see the
two younger guys otherwise engaged. Rocky's performance had obviously been
too much for them and they'd decided to engage in their own experimentation.
Both of them had their jeans around their ankles and one of them was on his
knees, his mouth busy on the cock of the other. They were both only
thirteen, or about that, but the sight of what Rocky had just done to Cammo
had their young hormones stirring. The recipient had his eyes closed, his
hands behind his head as the mouth of his partner busied itself on his cock.

There was a sudden cry from the recipient. "Argh shit, Tommy. Whatcha do
man? I just got the most wicked feeling in me cock. Argh shit man, so cool."

Rocky turned to Cammo, smiling. "I think he just had his first jizz," he
said quietly. "Good on him, he's cute too, had me eye on `im fer some time
now, wouldn't mind going him meself sometime."

"Nah, too young yet," Cammo replied. "you'd `urt `im too much."

"Nah, I wouldn't fuck `im," Rocky returned. "Just play with `im, suck `im,
slide it between his legs maybe, just `im and me alone somewhere. Ya gotta
admit he's fuckin' cute."

"Yeah, he is that." Cammo said. "Just be careful, that's all."

"Yeah." Rocky wasn't really listening to Cammo; his mind was finally made
up. "Hey Joey!"

The young recipient turned to Rocky. "Yeah Rock."

"That feel good, did it?" Rocky asked.

"Shit yeah man, outa this world," Joey sounded more than happy. "Never felt
nothin' like that before."

"Wanna feel it again, only better?" Rocky asked.

"Yeah?" there was a little questioning uncertainty in Joey's voice.

"Well, if you wanna come with me," Rocky said softly, "I reckon I could make
that happen for ya a few more times. Whatcha reckon?"

"Well^Å" Joey didn't sound completely convinced. "Yeah, OK."

Rocky and Joey wandered back up the drain, Rocky's hand resting on Joey's
shoulder, making their way to a place Rocky had in mind away from the
others, somewhere he could teach Joey some of the more pleasant things of
life. Cammo turned to the other guy, the one who had pleasured Joey.

"You OK with that Tommy?" he asked.

"Yeah, guess so," Tommy replied. "That's the first time I've ever done
anything like that, weren't real bad either. Wouldn'a done nothing if we
hadn't seen Rocky shaggin' you, that looked real cool."

"Yeah, OK. Come on, let's get back with the others," Cammo said. "Nearly
time to go get some food for us all."

They made their way back to their squalid habitat, just a bundle of many
stolen second hand blankets, sheets and other bedding, left on the high side
of the drain, on the flat shelf where the water never reached. There were
fifteen of them lived here, they'd made it as comfortable as they could with
what they had been able to scrounge from charity bins. None of them really
felt the cold anymore, this being protected against by the swathe of
blankets.
Cammo and Tommy sat down and started chatting with the rest of the group.
The main topic of conversation was where the evening food was going to come
from, there was nothing else really to talk about, their interest in
anything but survival having abated long ago. They made plans to raid the
bakery bins at eight o'clock, knowing all the stuff that wasn't sold during
the day would be dumped at that time, and it usually provided a fairly
substantial feast for them all.
The group was still chatting when they heard a distant "Orgh shit yeah,"
echo down the drain, the sound of a young male voice, totally absorbed in a
feeling he couldn't believe. They stopped chatting, listening intently.

"Orgh shit Rocky, yeah man!" again the distant voice.

The voice, although quite distant, was clear and descriptive. Obviously
Rocky was doing things to Joey he liked, and liked a lot. The sounds
continued for quite some time, finally culminating in a clear message to the
rest.

"Mmmm, orgh shit yeah man, it's^Å^Å, it's^Å^Å, aaarrrggghhhhh, orgh yeah!"

It was now quite clear to the close group, Rocky had done something very
pleasurable to Joey, and Joey had appreciated it to the full, there was no
doubt about that.

One of the group, Gus, didn't sound too happy about the situation at all.
"Shittin' `ell," he said, "Joey's only thirteen an' `alf and Rock's goin' on
sixteen. This ain't fuckin' right."

Some of the others were nodding their agreement, they felt it was wrong too.

"Hey guys," Cammo said, looking around the group. "I'd be the first one to
agree with you if anything nasty was happening to Joey. Did that sound like
a cry of pain to you? Did Joey sound like he wasn't enjoying `imself? Rock's
got together with `im and `e's teaching `im what feels good and what don't.
We all went through it once, it didn't do us no `arm. Rock wouldn't `urt the
kid for a million, youse all know that."

"Yeah, OK." Gus still didn't sound totally convinced but seemed agreeable to
let it drop.

Twenty minutes later, Rocky and Joey emerged from the drain, climbing onto
the shelf and making themselves comfortable on the blankets. Gus's eyes were
locked on to Rocky and he moved into position next to him.

"You better not `ave `urt the kid Rock, or you'll be answering to me." Gus
threatened.

"Give it a fuckin' rest Gus," Rocky replied, "does he look as if I've `urt
`im?"

Gus's eyes swivelled slowly to Joey, taking in the ecstatic expression on
his face, the look of dreaminess in his eyes. The kid had obviously totally
enjoyed the last hour to the full.

"Yeah, OK then," Gus said. He looks OK, looks as if he's fuckin' enjoyed his
self actually. OK Rock, I'll leave it."

Joey made his way over to Rocky and sat next to him on the blankets, a hand
stroking softly on Rocky's upper thigh.

"That was totally cool Rock," he said quietly, "not just what you did for
me, but when you put your cock between my legs, that was cool too. I loved
the feel of your spunk, it was warm and slippery. Thanks man, I'll go with
you anytime."

"That's cool Joey," Rocky replied, "glad you liked it. Like I told ya up
there, I've `ad me eye on ya for some time, and when we saw ya being sucked
by Tommy, I thought I'd take me chance. Anytime ya feel horny Joey, I'll be
`ere for ya."

"Thanks Rock," Joey leaned against the older guy, his head on his shoulder.
"That'll be real cool."

Cammo and three of the others had made their way to the streets, making
their way to the bins at the rear of the bakery where the unsold food was
dumped. Precisely at eight o'clock, the screen door of the bakery was opened
and, while the four hid themselves in the shadows, tray after tray of
goodies was emptied into the bins. They waited ten minutes after the last
tray had been emptied before approaching the bins and loading the almost
fresh food into the blanket they were carrying. There was a lot tonight,
plenty to last them at least two days. Bread, rolls, pies, sausage rolls,
various Danishes and all the goodies they could possibly want. It was their
nourishment; as far as they were concerned they weren't stealing it, how
could it be considered stealing when it kept them alive?
They were streetwise, they always kept a lookout for the authorities
whenever they scrounged for their food and anyway, the police knew of their
plight, knew exactly where they lived and seldom did anything to bother them
except if they were caught stealing from shops. There were always two police
in the drains, at least once a week, checking on their welfare and making
sure there were no serious health problems. The guys treated them with cool
indifference, only answering questions they thought they had to. Most of the
police were really quite cool.

Cammo and the others returned to their `home' with their prize for the
night. The blanket was literally brimming with their scrounged goodies and
they tucked in with gusto, it wasn't every night they had a feed as good as
this one and they knew there'd be plenty left over for tomorrow, even though
the pies and savouries would be cold.
Their stolen kerosene lantern was burning brightly as the last of the
evening's food was devoured; the rest was left in the food blanket for
tomorrow. The guys and girls crawled into their blankets for the long night
ahead and Rocky was somewhat surprised when Joey asked if he could sleep
with him for the night.

"Sure little buddy, slide in, there's plenty of room." he replied.

Joey slid in next to him and snuggled against him. The kerosene lamp was
extinguished and the guys settled down for the long night. About an hour
later, Rocky was wakened by the feel of a hand stroking slowly over his
upper thigh, making its way slowly to the object of its interest. He moved
his own hand, the palm making contact with the incredibly smooth, naked skin
of Joey's thigh. Joey's jeans were around his knees, or maybe lower and
Rocky's hand soon made contact with his small, hard erection.

"Go me again Rock," a young voice whispered, almost in his ear, "that was so
cool earlier."

"Yeah." Rocky's hands were quickly busy undoing his jeans, sliding them down
his long, thin legs before he turned towards Joey. "You want it again man,
don't ya?" he whispered, holding gently onto Joey's shoulders, turning him
onto his stomach.

Rocky's hands gently explored the incredibly smooth skin of Joey's cheeks
and upper thighs as the young guy made himself comfortable. He didn't have
big thighs, quite slim in fact, but they were large enough to accommodate
Rocky's cock comfortably, so as he didn't thrust it into the blanket when he
pushed. Total, impenetrable darkness surrounded them as Rocky made his move,
feeling without seeing Joey's enthusiasm for what was about to happen. He
straddled Joey, his thin knees against the smooth skin of the young guys
legs before lowering himself, guiding his cock to that warm, smooth
wonderland between those soft thighs. Joey held his breath as Rocky's cock
slid smoothly to full depth, releasing it with a long, drawn out sigh of
pleasure. Rocky didn't believe what he now felt. The earlier session had
been totally cool but was perhaps a little hurried, perhaps taken too
quickly for fear of discovery. This time there was no fear, no apprehension,
just a very willing young partner, eager to please and be pleased by this
thin but handsome fifteen year old guy.
Rocky started his strokes, slowly at first, savouring the feeling the smooth
inner thighs were generating in his cock. Shit this young guy was good;
Rocky'd had a lot of sexual activity, both with girls and guys since he'd
been here, but nothing like this he reckoned, nothing could compare with
what he now felt. Joey's obvious pleasure was being transmitted through to
him and he felt a strange, deep affection for this young guy.
Rocky continued, his strokes deep and even as usual, until he felt the most
incredible climax welling in his loins. The sensation became more and more
exquisite until he knew he could hold it back no longer and with a soft
whisper of, "Cummin' Joey," blasted his juices between the soft thighs with
an intensity he knew well he'd never experienced before. This was ace, this
was incredibly cool, he could feel Joey squirming beneath him as the warm
juices flooded into the smooth cavity between his thighs, his legs opening
and closing as he sought pleasure from the slippery fluid.
Rocky was totally spent and rolled off Joey, wrapping him in his arms as
Joey rolled over to face him.

"Thanks man," Rocky whispered softly, "That was totally rad."

Joey snuggled against Rocky, his head resting on his shoulder. "Yeah, like
you said, totally rad," he whispered. "Thanks Rock."

They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms; there was a warmth between
them now neither had felt before. Who cared what the others thought when
they awoke in the morning and found them snuggled together, wouldn't matter
anyway, there were always girls and guys, girls and girls, guys and guys
snuggled together every morning, shouldn't make a difference. Still, only
the morning would reveal that, for now they were both happy in each other's
company and warm in each other's arms, it didn't really matter what the
morning revealed.


To be continued.