Streetwise

Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between an adult male and a boy below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.
The story also contains strong language.

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Cutie, I though to myself as I saw him outside the station. He was slouching against the wall next to the disabled car parking spaces. The spark of a lighter flashed momentarily, illuminating the mid evening gloom. He was looking straight back at me as I admired his boyish good looks.

"What yer think you're looking at, you some sort of fucking paedo, or something?"

I wasn't going to be phased by this little would-be hard case, I thought to myself.

"Something. What's it to you, anyway?"

He took a drag on the cigarette he was holding, as though giving himself a moment to think. He was 12, if that, five foot nothing, wearing the obligatory hoodie and jeans. Not sagging too low, though, I was pleased to see - that was one fashion I'd always loathed.

"Don't like fucking pervs staring at me, that's what."

"Get yourself a burka, then, or stay indoors. Anyway, lose the smokes, that's my advice - you'll just end up ruining your health, and your bank balance. And they make your breath and your clothes smell bloody awful."

"Fuck you! Don't pay for 'em, anyway - just nick me mum's!"

"Even if you get them for free, it's still a revolting habit."

"Not as revolting as you fucking paedos - why don't you just fuck off and die!"

"So much charm in one so young!" He smirked, almost in spite of himself. "You reckon you're a little boy, then, do you, because that's what the word 'paedophile' actually means, an adult attracted to prepubescent children." The scowl returned to his face.

"I ain't a little boy, I got hairs and make spunk and everything!" I'd evidently hit a raw nerve - I guessed he might be self-conscious about his small stature.

"Good for you! Wank a lot, do you?"

"What if I do? None of your business."

Despite his continuing to act the hard man, the tone of his voice was much less aggressive. My train was due in a few minutes, so I decided to throw caution to the winds, having a ready means of escape if he reacted badly.

"Ever had a blow job?" His eyes were suddenly like saucers.

"N....no."

"Want one?"

"I ain't no fucking queer!"

"Never thought you were. Your prick doesn't know who's sucking it - a cum's a cum! Anyway, girls don't usually like giving blow jobs, and they're never any bloody good at it, either - it would be ten times better from me, boys know what boys like!"

For the first time, his demeanour displayed some uncertainty, this turn of events assuredly wasn't what he had been expecting, and he wasn't sure how to react. I glanced down at his jeans, and there seemed to be a telltale bulge there which hadn't been in evidence before, although the thick material made it difficult to be sure.

"I....I dunno. Where would we go?"

"I was thinking of staying over tonight, if I go back to my place now, I won't get there until after midnight. I found a hotel with vacant rooms on the net, I could book it now, if you're interested."

The look on his face became even more conflicted, the 'stranger danger' warnings he'd doubtless been plied with for years in opposition to the desire engendered by his nascent sexuality. He did, actually, look far more like a young boy than the tough, streetsmart almost teen he'd been a couple of minutes earlier.

"You....you wouldn't....hurt me, would you?"

"Course not! Yeah, I know you've only got my word for that, and I don't blame you for being cautious, but, really - I love boys, I'd never, never hurt a boy on purpose. I want to make you feel good, better than you've ever felt. Promise."

I looked him in the eye, holding his gaze until he flushed, and looked down at his shoes.

"Where....where's this hotel?"

I described the city centre place I had in mind, one of those modern, anonymous 'lodge' type hotels. He nodded in recognition.

"Yeah....yeah, I guess that would be alright."

"You wanna, then?" I pulled my mobile phone out of my pocket. "I'll book it now if you want. You'd have to pretend to be my son, or something, though."

"Yeah, go for it! It could be fun!"

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An hour later, and after feeding him in, predictably enough, McDonalds - why do kids always go for such crap food?! - we let ourselves into the fifth floor family room I'd booked for the night. He'd already told me his mother was working a late shift at an edge of town supermarket, and wouldn't be home until midnight, so, given that it was just after 7:00, we had three or four hours at our disposal. I sat on the bed, but the boy stayed by the door, looking ready to run. I knew I had to try and reassure him that he was, if nothing else, safe in my company.

"Look, I meant what I said, I really won't hurt you. If you've changed your mind, don't worry, I won't be angry, and I definitely won't try and force you to do anything you don't want. If you don't want to do anything, we can just keep each other company for a bit. Your choice, but I'd still love to make you feel good, if you're up for it."

He licked his lips nervously, and nodded. He seemed a little less tense after what I'd said, but he still wasn't ready to commit.

"I'll tell you what," I continued. "I'll go and sit in the chair," pointing to the item of furniture near the window, "and you can sit here, on the bed, so you're nearest to the door. Then if you do want to leave, I won't be able to stop you. OK?"

"Yeah, OK. Sorry, I....I just don't....know....know what to do."

"Just relax, to start with. Let's talk a bit." I got up, and as I'd said to him, made my way to the armchair. He slowly walked to the bed, and perched right on the edge, facing me. "Have you got a girlfriend, or anything?"

"No....I sort of had one a few months ago, but she dumped me for my best mate."

"That's pretty shit. I guess that made things a bit difficult with your mate, too."

"Yeah....we don't talk much now. He's shagged her, and everything! It could've been me!" The hurt and sense of injustice in his voice were crystal clear.

"Don't worry, you're a very good looking guy, you'll find someone else soon, I bet."

"Don't know if I want anyone, if all they do is treat you like shit."

"I know how you feel about that one, at least. I've just got divorced, twenty years trying to be the best husband I could, and then one thing happened, and I'm chucked out the door like a dog turd."

"What happened?"

His question was guileless, and thus inoffensive.

"She....she found out....I'm gay."

I thought he might react badly to my admission, but to my surprise, a grin, almost the first I'd seen since I met him, spread across his face, enhancing his lovely features still further.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, duh, I'd already worked that one out! You don't get many straight guys offering to suck your dick!"

I grinned in return - and in relief. "You'd be surprised! I suppose it was a bit of a giveaway, though!"

His hand moved towards his groin, slowly, and he surreptitiously, as he doubtless thought, adjusted himself. He was getting turned on, I guessed, good news for my cause, without a doubt.

"What's it like?"

"What?"

"Having your dick sucked."

"Well, I can only speak for myself, but I think it's the best feeling you can get, better than shagging, even. If it's done right, that is."

"I think I want....can you?...."

"Suck you? Yeah, I'd love to, if you're sure you want me to."

"Yeah, I do want to. Can we, now?"

"Course! Can I undress you, I think it's really sexy to undress someone."

His eyes grew wide again. "What, everything?!"

"Only if you want to, but yeah, I'd really like that. I haven't seen a boy completely undressed since my honeymoon, and that was only for a few seconds when he got changed by the hotel pool. He wasn't as good-looking as you, either!" A little white lie on my part - he had been better looking, actually, an utterly stunning Scandinavian who I became completely besotted with, but there really wasn't that much difference in attractiveness between him and the boy now sitting three or four paces away from me, and a little flattery wouldn't do any harm, I thought.

"Well....if you want to....that much....OK, yeah!"

"Thanks! Can I come over there, then?"

He nodded, more confidently now, his desire overcoming his misgivings, seemingly. I forced myself not to rush him, ambling the few steps before dropping to my knees in front of him.

"OK? Don't be afraid to say 'no' if you want, I've already promised you I won't be angry, and I mean it."

"No, it's all good. I want you to."

Now it was time for my tongue to instinctively wash across my lips, betraying my own nervousness and need. I began by slipping his trainers and socks off of his feet, pausing for a second to take in my first glimpse of skin previously hidden. I gave each foot a quick peck of my lips in turn, making him giggle.

"God, you are a perv! Into feet, too!"

"Only because they're attached to the rest of you, gorgeous!" He smirked again as I looked up at his face. I rubbed my palms over his bony ankles, moving upwards to the bottom of his calves, then down again. I glanced up once more, and the smirk had been replaced by a look of what appeared to be concentration, as if he was working out whether he was enjoying my touch, or not. I drew back, before moving my hands upwards, towards the hood still covering his head. I carefully folded the cloth back, revealing his hair for the first time. It was boyishly tousled, almost black, and, as I allowed my fingers to brush through it, I found it very thick and soft, almost like cat's fur.

"Don't know why you want to keep this covered up, you've got lovely hair."

He shrugged, but made no further reply. Equally wordlessly, I took hold of the lower hem of his top, and began to move it upwards. He raised his arms without demur, and I quickly lifted the garment over his head and off, revealing a polo shirt with a school logo on the left breast. His arms were, as I would have expected, thin and pale, with a dusting of fine, downy hairs. I slowly stroked down from his biceps to his fingertips, my left hand sliding down his right arm, and vice versa. He shivered a little.

"You OK - still want to carry on, or not?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he breathed. He hesitated for a moment, as though afraid he would give too much away if he said more, before adding, almost in a whisper, "feels good."

Thus encouraged, I pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, and, within seconds, it had followed his hoodie in passing up over his head and onto the bed beside him, leaving him bare-chested. He was a little on the scrawny side, his ribs visible beneath the skin and little in the way of obvious musculature, but the skin itself was silky and hairless, and, to me, a total delight. His tiny nipples were perkily erect, and I couldn't resist the temptation to run the balls of my thumbs across them. He gasped in a huge breath, shuddering violently.

"Bloody hell! I knew girls had sensitive tits, but, wow! I didn't expect that!"

"I told you boys know what boys like!" I grinned. "See what you think of this!"

I moved closer to him, and before he could shy away, I took his left nipple between my lips, sucking it gently, before allowing the tip of my tongue to flick at the little button. He squeaked in surprise, then moaned as I pulled away.

"Oh, don't stop, that felt....fucking brilliant!" I looked up at him and winked, before moving back in, this time repeating the treatment on his right nipple. He squirmed, and moaned again. I continued my oral ministrations, gently, slowly, at the same time allowing my hands to move lower, stroking his stomach softly en route to the top of his jeans. Still suckling, I undid the button and slid the zip downwards. He lifted his hips without hesitation, allowing me to lower the denim trousers towards his ankles. My eyes could hardly focus as I looked down, given that I still had his rock hard nub of flesh between my lips, but the very obvious bulge in his underwear illustrated both his excitement, and the fact that, for such a slightly built boy, he seemed to be very respectably endowed. I released him from between my lips, eliciting another sigh, a mixture of pleasure and frustration that I'd stopped. I removed his jeans completely and laid them aside, before settling back on my haunches, looking up intently into his face.

"The moment of truth, sweetie. Are you ready?"

He almost gushed in his enthusiasm. "Oh God, yeah! If it felt that good on my tits, I can't wait to see what it feels like on my prick! Go for it!"

"Lay back on the bed, then. It'll be more comfortable for both of us."

He wriggled up the bed, propping the pillow up so his head was raised higher, wanting to see the action, I guessed. I climbed onto the large double beside him, taking hold of the elastic waistband of his underwear, a questioning look on my face. He nodded excitedly, raising his buttocks off of the duvet. I needed no further encouragement, and quickly slid his last garment down his legs, tossing it aside. Now it was my turn to gasp. His penis, rock hard and throbbing, must have been almost six inches long, if rather thin, appearing huge on his small frame. He did indeed have a goodly amount of pubic hair around the base of his shaft, certainly more than I remembered having at his age.

"See, I ain't a little boy, am I?!"

"Definitely not! That's some weapon you're packing!" He giggled, the sound an unexpected child-like counterpoint to his almost adult looking genitals. "That girl's really missed out on something good!"

He beamed at my compliments, before sucking in a ragged breath as I took his erection between my fingers, sliding his foreskin back and forth a few times, to satisfy myself that there wouldn't be any discomfort for him through tightness. The hood slid back easily, and I retracted it fully without any apparent problems on his part. He tensed, just a little, as I began to lower my head towards his purplish glans, holding his breath in anticipation of first contact. I allowed my breath to wash warmly over him for a second or two, before pressing my lips against his frenulum, kissing the rigid flesh lightly. He shivered, and let out all the air he'd been holding within for the previous few moments in a huge sigh. My tongue poked out from between my lips, and began massaging the groove at the base of his glans, before proceeding to lick around his thin corona. He groaned as sparks of feeling rippled through his flesh. I lowered my head a little further, and, for the first time, took the head of his penis fully into my mouth, relishing the taste and texture of it. It pulsed and throbbed strongly, and I held him still, not wanting him to cum yet, before I'd had the chance to build his pleasure. Once I judged that he wasn't going to boil over straight away, I began to move, small, slow bobs of my head at first, my tongue flicking around his glans as my lips gradually increased the stimulation of his shaft. Within a minute or two, he was panting, his hips undulating instinctively, helping to move his stone-hard boyhood in and out of my eager mouth. He seemed to know that if he could hold back as long as possible, the ultimate moment of release would be all the better, and he did, indeed, last quite a bit longer than I thought he might for his first time, but, all too soon for both of us, the inevitable could be postponed no longer. He forced himself almost violently towards the back of my throat, his penis seemed to harden and thicken still further, before unleashing a series of huge jerks, the first three or four accompanied by spurts of sweet, creamy semen, coating my tongue with its delicious taste and texture. Still his orgasm continued, a dozen or more pulses in all, gradually weakening, along with his groans of rapture. He slumped back onto the mattress, but made no attempt to withdraw from my mouth, so I simply held him where he was, almost unmoving, but continuing with very small, gentle strokes and sucks around his still almost fully erect penis. He wriggled a little, but didn't ask me to stop, and as the seconds passed, I gradually increased the speed and pressure, his hips beginning to move again in time with my stimulation. It wasn't long before I was back to full pace, the boy once more moaning his delight. He crashed into a second orgasm, the pulsations of his penis just as strong as before, although his ejaculation was restricted to a few droplets spitting out onto my tongue. This time, I made no effort to slow down, continuing to lick and suck greedily at his sensitive flesh as he writhed and whimpered below me, until he could finally take no more, and begged me to stop. I did so, albeit reluctantly, after a final broad swipe of my tongue across his glans to make sure I'd left none of his delicious boy juice unsampled, making him shudder powerfully.

"Fucking hell!" he panted out. "That was unbelievable!"

I grinned at him, ostentatiously licking my lips. "Enjoy that, then?!"

"Fuck, yeah, I've never felt anything like that in my life! I haven't cummed twice in a row like that since before I started spunking! Wicked!"

"Glad you liked it! God. I'm as horny as hell myself, I need to get off!"

He instantly looked scared. "I....I don't have to do....that to you, do I?"

"No, no, course not, unless you wanted to. I'll just have a wank."

His expression turned to one of relief. "Sorry....I just don't think....I could suck anyone....it's not just you, it's...." His voice tailed off.

"Too gay for you?"

"Yeah....I guess so. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it! I've had a great time just making you feel good. I'm nearly cumming in my pants, though - do you mind if I look after myself, or would you rather I did it in the bathroom?"

He hesitated for a moment, before surprising greatly me with his next statement.

"I....I'll give you a wank, if you want."

"If....if you're sure you don't mind....yeah, I'd love that. Only if you're certain, though - I'm not a molester, any more than you're gay. I really don't mind if you don't want to."

"Nah, it's good - you made me feel fantastic, I want to do something for you, too."

I looked him in the eye, tenderly. He smiled. "OK, thanks, I'd really like that."

"Get 'em off, then, I can't do it through your trousers!"

I undressed quickly, and laid down on the bed. I couldn't remember being harder in my life, as the boy knelt beside me, eyes locked on my groin. My penis was no longer than his, but perhaps twice the thickness.

"It looks....different. Different to mine, I mean."

I guessed what was causing his confusion. "I'm circumcised. Haven't you seen one like that before?"

"No....I don't think so. What does circumcised mean?"

"It means I had an operation to have my foreskin removed. Some boys or men have to have it done, because the foreskin is too tight, and won't pull back properly. I had it done when I was a baby, so I don't remember anything about it. Some people have it done because of their religion, too. If you pull your foreskin right back, yours won't look that different to mine."

He did just that, glancing from one organ to the other. "Oh yeah, I see. Are you ready for me to wank you now?"

"You're not kidding! I might explode if you wait much longer!"

He grinned, and I gasped in a huge breath as his small, soft hand gripped my penis, and began the movements so familiar to almost every boy, or man. I asked him to adjust his grip and speed to maximise my pleasure, which he willingly did, and it wasn't long before I felt the unstoppable onset of my climax begin to rush through my body. I warned him I was about to cum, at which he sped up his caresses, until I simply erupted in searing pleasure. My semen spat into the air, coating my penis and his hand, and, as I'd done with his second orgasm, he just kept going, until I pleaded for mercy. He smirked mischievously as he gave my over-sensitive flesh a couple of final squeezes, making me groan aloud, before releasing me from his sweetly torturing grip.

"Good one?"

"Oh God, yeah, bloody wonderful. Thank you!"

He suddenly looked pensive again. "What's up?"

"I....I've never done that to anyone else before. Didn't think I ever would. I....I....liked it, though, liked doing it. Maybe I'm....queer, and didn't even know it."

I laid my hand, reassuringly, I hoped, on his shoulder. "I don't think for a minute that you're gay. You're just a horny boy, getting and giving, sharing some pleasure. It's just a bit of fun, that's all. I already knew, when I was your age, that I was gay, but that was different, that was inside me. I didn't want it to be true, but I couldn't wish it away. And you can't wish away being straight. It's not like something you can switch on and off, it just is."

He smiled wanly. "I'd better wash my hands. I'm covered in your spunk!"

"Yeah, I think I need a quick shower myself! I haven't cummed that much for years!"

Ten minutes later, as I emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed, fully dressed.

"Look....I think I'd better go home. It's been great, really fun, but....I'd just better go."

"Of course, whatever you want, sweetie. Do you want me to order you a taxi?"

"Nah, I'll get the bus. You don't see many taxis round our way, and the nosey old cow next door would tell my mum straight away if she saw me getting out of one. I've got a bus pass, anyway."

"I'll walk to the bus stop with you, then - if you just walk out on your own, the receptionist might think something funny's going on. Is there a bus due?"

He glanced at the bedside clock. "About twenty minutes."

"Fine - I'll just get dried and dressed, and we can go."

Fifteen minutes later, we strolled the couple of hundred yards to the bus stop. No-one else was waiting for the service, so I ventured to put my hand on his shoulder again.

"Thanks so much, it's been great. I didn't tell you in the room, but it's the first time I've ever done anything with a boy - or a man, for that matter. It's something I've always wanted to do, though, ever since I was your age. You've helped me fulfil one of my greatest ambitions, I'm so grateful to you."

Even in the yellowish glow of the streetlights, I could see him blush. "Your first time? Bloody hell, the way you sucked me, I thought you'd done it hundreds of times!"

"Nope - I've been sucked, but only by a woman. I just did what I know I like. I'm glad you liked it, too."

He grinned, one last time. "Fuck knows how good you'll be if you get some practice, then!" I laughed out loud as the bus approached.

"See ya!"

"See you later, sweetie." He boarded the bus without looking back. I hadn't even asked his name, nor he mine.

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I had not the slightest expectation that I ever would see him again. But that expectation was proved wrong. Just once. I was back in the city around eighteen months later, for one of my fairly regular trips to visit my daughter. As I walked up through the main shopping area on a summer Saturday lunchtime, preparing to meet my girl as she finished her shift at her part-time job, I saw him. He was walking towards me, hand in hand with an attractive blonde girl, around the same age as himself. He was several inches taller, and had a much shorter haircut, too short, really, his former boyish mop had suited him much better, but it was undoubtedly him. He spotted me at almost the same moment, and looked startled, as, no doubt, did I. A few paces before we drew level, his girlfriend released his hand and turned towards the display in a shoe shop window. As soon as she looked away from him, he broke into a huge grin, which I returned in kind. As I passed him, he murmured, almost inaudibly.

"She's good, but she ain't as good as you!"

"Thanks....I think! Enjoy!"

He grinned again, and joined the girl in perusing the display. I never saw him again.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B