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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.