Streetwise
by Lark...  jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 8:

Since Marko no longer had a job and Boyscout had moved into the bed between Marko and me, the usual routine was gone.  It was morning and the three of us sat up in bed eating bowls of cereal.  Boyscout drank the rest of his cereal milk and finished with a satisfying gasp. 

Marko asked Boyscout, "So don't you have to go home and tell them where you are at?"

Boyscout was calm. "Well I didn't go home last night so that means I ran away.  I'm not worried, they're use to it."

The three of us all cuddled.  I had to join in to avoid being left out entirely.  If Marko wanted to get rid of me, he'd have to do.  I decided that I wasn't going to budge.  We had been together long enough for Marko to know when something was wrong with me.   Just then he caught my eye and maybe guessed what I was thinking...

He reached over and tugged me over to his side and hugged and kissed me.  

Marko said, "What do you say that we make this Michael day?  We don't want him to feel neglected just because we got a little brother?  Next thing you know he'll get all pissy like a bee hive and sting the both of us."  

Boyscout laughed.

I could see that Boyscout was receptive to any of Marko's suggestions.  After some playing around, they positioned me on all fours.  Boyscout got on my back end and Marko slid down in front so I could suck his cock.  That is sure one way to feel like you are included is being put in the middle.  I have to admit that it soothed my wet feathers.  The three of laid together in bed like it was a warm nest that I never wanted to leave... 

As I suspected, the attention Marko was giving me was just to free him to do what he wanted to do to Boyscout.  I knew this when I saw Marko preparing Boyscout's butt to be fucked.  It was like last night but this time it was in broad daylight.  I sat there and watched while Marko pushed his legs way back and motioned for me to hold them that way.  Doing this exposed Boyscout's tight hole.   Marko penetrated it with his fingers and lots of the goop that he sometimes used on me.  If Boyscout had any resistance it was gone because he was completely stiff in anticipation.  I moved in and rested Boyscout's head in my lap while Marko began to penetrate him.  I got to see the whole thing so up and close that I imagined that I was being fucked too.  I could kiss Boyscout while Marko was bearing down on him fast and hard.  

I did feel a part of it and as long as I got my share, everything was going to be alright.



The three of had what could only be called an extended honeymoon that lasted for days and days.  It was only when the food ran out that things slowed down.  Boyscout was opening a can of kidney beans and Marko was biting one of his finger nails.  He was looking worried. Reality was setting in.  

Marko said, "We gotta do something, so all three of us have go out and make some money.  We are a family now and we have to work together.  None of us are old enough to legally work so we are going have to do whatever it takes.  I don't care what it is just as long as you don't get caught."

Realizing how serious things were, we silently exchanged glances.

"It's time you learned to work anyway,  Michael, I was your age when I first went out."  

Marko continued, "We are going to look out for each other but if anyone gets in deep shit, remember, you don't live here and you don't bring the cops here.  My Mom was put in jail for jack-shit and they'll do the same to us so don't get caught at anything."

It was late in the day when we finally got dressed to go out.  Marko pulled me aside, "Michael, go to the food banks and check the super markets for free food.  Forget the canned vegetables, just take the good stuff and take Boyscout with you so he learns the circuit."

Marko made me feel needed and even trusted because he put me in charge of Boyscout.

"Oh, by the way, if you get far enough away from this place, look for a bike to steal for Boyscout and maybe get one for yourself.." 

Out on the street, Marko started off, who knows where. 

He called after us, "Come on, move your asses!" 

Boyscout and I had become brothers.  We turned and headed out of the neighborhood towards a
the more prosperous part of town.