Sunday, March 09, 2008

Wind Blown Meester

A gray cold windy afternoon and I stood outside of Eva's Adult Theater - alone and tired of being pawed by the withered pedophiles inside - so like I said, was standing outside in the setting sun smoking and as a freight train came chugging down the track that ran adjacent to the theater blowing its ominous horn enough to make you deaf - across the main street, long and empty as a silent museum, a young Mexican boy stumbled down the granite strewn path next to the tracks among the long dead and vacant warehouses. Not another person in site. He kept staring at me as he walked by, nervously fumbling at the MP3 player dangling at his side. I followed him as a lizard follows the course of an insect. He kept staring and quickly turned down a dirty alleyway. What the hell?, I thought - and followed.
I lit another cigarette and turned down the alley - heaps of garbage were strewn about broken beer bottles used condoms, here and there yellow shrubs struggled for existence. On the far end of the alley he stopped and looked back - noticed I was following him. The wind began to howl and dirt got in my eyes.
Making my way almost to the other end I stopped under a rusted lamp post. He turned and mumbled something. "What?" I asked.
"You got a spare smoke?"
I pulled the crumpled packet from my coat pocket and as he came nearer I noticed he was a young Mexican Indian boy of no more than fifteen or sixteen - I wanted to split - but he was so handsome, so angelic looking. Big brown eyes, small hooked nose, his skin copper colored and flawless. Shaggy black hair was tucked under a baseball cap and his clothes sagged on his scrawny frame.
He smiled wide and his teeth were a row of braces - my heart jumped. He thanked me for the cigarette and we made small patter of talk how it is so dead in the streets he was bored with nothing to do how all his friends where at 'the flea'. He let me listen to some of the rap tunes he had on his MP3 player - Daddy Yankee, Cyprus Hill among others.
He asked casually, "Do you like boys or girls, meester?"
"Uh, well - I like men." I stumbled, taken back by his boldness, I smile, "Why are you asking me this question?"
Arms spread, he shrugs, "I dunno - just ask everyone that, that's all." That smile again. "Hey, I know an abandoned house close by - I kick it there and party sometimes. Wanna go?"
"Sure, why not?" Wouldn't you?
Following him down the yellow and brown colored alley we strode the two blocks to said house. "Can you jump a fence?" He asked.
"I guess I'm going to hafta." I laughed.
And sure as shit we both lept over the rock and barbed wire gate to this white dilapidated house. Entering - empty with not a scrap of furniture, walls with massive holes, plaster and dust littered the floor exposing rotted wood frames. He led me into a back room that used to serve as the kitchen where there was a school room chair with no back. Cautiously he closed all the doors to the room and asked me to take a seat. Outside in the next house, kids played and jabbered in Spanish.
As I sat watching him nervously peer out of the window, he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a scrap of paper. "Look, I got some porn." It was a meer snatch of a photo of a cock going into someones ass - the wax paper creased and worn.
"How do you know of these things?" I stated coyly.
He expanded his chest, "Shit! I know how to fuck!"
"Come here." I whispered - he hesitated. Then inched closer with his back to the wall. I reach out and unzip his pants - pull apart his blue boxers and his erection springs free. Long and uncut and dark with a tiny pearl of lubricant forming at the tip. Without words, he grabs the back of my head and shoves his stiff cock into my mouth. I suck like my life depended on it taking in the delicious taste of this boy this youngness - his hands rubbing the back of my head, him rising on his toes. He unfastens his belt and drops his pants - pulling my hands up and around onto his ass. Firm and shaped like a peach, My God. Long strokes of delicate fingers I suck and lick his hairless sagging balls and he pulls back, "Wait - wait, meester, you gonna make me come fast. You wanna fuck me?"
"I just wanna blow you." I breath - guess I am getting old.
"What happens when I come." He asks looking down, smiling.
"I'm gonna swallow it - all of it." His eyes widen, those fiery Innocent eyes - damn he is going to be a heart breaker when he gets older.
He pushes his throbbing cock back into my mouth and I give him what for. After a bit, his balls tighten and with a little grunt hissed through his clenched teeth I feel the hot spurts squirting across my tongue.
He fumbles and pulls his pants back up. "Man, that was good." He stretches, flexing his scrawny arms. "Jeez, I am hungry. Whatcha gonna do now, meester?"
"Well", I said reaching for my wallet, "I'm going to go back to my hotel room. But I can help you with some cash for food. Here." I placed the wrinkled twenty into his slender hand.
After leaping back over the fence we walked to the alley, shook hands and said our goodbyes.
"Thanks, meester - I'm going for a hamburger. Maybe I'll catch you later?"
Indeed. I lit a smoke and walked the other way.

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