Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 00:48:51 +0000
From: cristobal CR <mi69chico@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Boy's Street Story

    My parents moved to Tijuana shortly before I was born. They thought
they'd get rich in the great land of opportunity, but they were unable to
get across the border. My four sisters, my mother, and I moved back to
Guadalajara seven years later when my father met a whore and left my
mother. Yo soy fanico hombre [I am the only male in the family]. My mother
met another man not long after that. He wasn't bad, but I liked to be on
the street. I guess it was the fun, the excitement, the freedom, and the
challenge of living on the street that appealed to me. It wasn't always
fun, and I didn't suddenly disappear onto the streets. I gradually began
spending more time away from home. I started skipping school more often. It
was boring. I could read and write better than most of my classmates, and I
sometimes got in trouble because I didn't like to sit still for so long.

    I started messing around with boys when I was seven or eight. I had to
share a room with one of my younger sisters because my older sister took
care of my two baby sisters in her bedroom, which took up all the space.
Whenever I could get my sisters out of the room, my friends and I would get
naked and play with each other's cocks. I usually had the biggest dick of
the boys my age. Some of my friend's loved to suck my dick. I love getting
sucked. Sometimes I get on top and pump it into their mouth. I like to
watch my cock going in and out of their lips as my stomach muscles ripple
in and out. I like to suck too--and I'm good at it--but I like to make them
beg for it. I know I shouldn't tease them like that. I don't know why I
feel like I have to act more macho in bed...maybe it's because my father
kept telling me I was his only son and was supposed to act like a man and
all that crap. He hated it when I played with my sisters' toys. I'm curious
about women, but I've never really had any interest in them. I like to be
with boys around my own age or with older men. Young men are sometimes
okay, but most of them have an attitude.

    When I was nine, my older sister had a fifteen-year-old boyfriend named
Eduardo. He was always grabbing my ass when my parents weren't looking.
When I walked around the house naked, I noticed he couldn't take his eyes
off me. One time he caught my eleven-year-old friend Samuel sucking my
dick. Eduardo lifted my legs in the air to fuck me, but I didn't let him.
Sammy said he would go first, so Eduardo put spit on his dick and slid into
my friend's ass. It was exciting to watch. I knew even then that it seemed
to right. As soon as Eduardo finished, I moved on top. It was the first
time I'd fucked, and it felt so good inside Sammy's wet hole. I've been
checking out asses ever since. My sister broke up with Eduardo when she
realized he liked me better than her. Eduardo never did get to fuck me.

    I don't drink or smoke (other than an occasional joint), but I met two
Mexican friends who introduced me to sniffing solvent when I was eleven.
Pedro was twenty-nine and Alicia was twenty-six. They weren't boyfriend and
girlfriend; they were just two people that got along. I guess they liked me
for my sense of humor and maybe they liked showing me how to survive. I
don't think they were interested in sex with me, though when I look back
(now that I have more experience with adults), it is possible that they
wanted some. I had just turned twelve when they asked me to go to Puerto
Vallarta with them for the weekend. My mom said it was okay, but I knew I
wasn't coming back. Pedro had told me about his life as a streetboy in
Santa Cruz, and I knew that's where I wanted to be. I left them and
hitchhiked south.

    Playa Larga in Santa Cruz was the first place I went. There are many
gays there, and many men who like boys. I went from palapa to palapa as the
men filled my pockets with coins and bought me sodas and food. Many of them
lusted for me and said I could go to their hotel. I chose a handsome
gray-haired man named Jeffrey. He seemed nice, and he looked rich. He was
forty-two and had an expensive camera, a Rolex, and nice clothes. After
dinner on the beach I went to his hotel. The rates posted behind the
reception desk said that rooms started at two thousand four hundred pesos
($250 US) for just a single night. Suites were a lot more than that-more
than many Mexicans make in six months or a year. The room was high up and
overlooked the sea. We both took off our clothes and sat on the couch and
talked for an hour. His Spanish wasn't great, but he had studied. When the
conversation turned to sex, he asked me what I liked to do. I didn't have
much of an answer, so he asked questions. The only thing I admitted to
liking was being sucked. He kissed me all over and then sucked my cock. I
shot my cum all over his face and barely touched his cock before he came.

    We took a long bath together and both came again. After that, we
watched television for a while, then sat on the balcony and watched the sun
set. I left after six hours, and he gave me four hundred pesos ($44 US). It
was more money than I'd ever had in my life. I rented a cheap room, bought
some marijuana and some solvent and invited some of the boys to come party
with me. I don't remember how many days the party lasted, but when the
drugs and the money ran out, I was on the street again. No problem--I went
back to the beach and found another man. Life went on for months like that.
I never met a bad man. Gradually, I began to adjust to having lots of money
at times and being broke other times. I got better at saving a little
money. I almost never bought anything except food and drugs for myself. The
men kept me well clothed, and I sold the shoes they bought me when I needed
money.

    There was one man who often drank a Coke or a beer at a street side
restaurant. I didn't pay much attention to him, though I noticed he often
bought food for the boys. He was sitting in that restaurant the night I
arrived, and he returned several times a week. I learned that his name was
Bruce.  A month later when he bought me a soda. He was well liked by all of
the boys, but he had a special friend named Luis, 13, who was his reason
for returning so often. Now Bruce lives here. Luis invited me to their big
top-floor apartment. Luis liked to strip off all his clothes as soon as he
got home. I did likewise, as did Bruce, suggesting we shower. I noticed
both Bruce and Luis stared at my ass quite a bit. As we showered, Bruce
washed both of us all over. One of his hands settled on each of our asses
and a finger pressed at the hole. We both squealed a little bit. I don't
know if Luis was taking a whole finger, but I loved the sensation.

    We dried off and moved to the couch. Luis got down on his knees to suck
the man and urged me to help him. We took turns sucking his dick and his
balls until he came. I swallowed the cum.

    Next Bruce and I did the same for Luis. I drank most of his cum, too,
except for the first shot that escaped. Bruce licked that up. They probably
would have done the same for me, but I went to the bathroom and jacked off.
I wouldn't have admitted it then, but I fantasized about their cocks up my
ass. Then, I was a little too macho, worried about my reputation and that
all the older boys would try to do me.

    We were watching an old Batman and Robin movie while we ate breakfast
the next morning. Luis pointed out that Batman's real name was Bruce Wayne.
I mentioned that Batman had the same lips and the same spirited walk as the
Bruce that cooked our breakfast. That was when I began calling him Batman.
"Como te llamas? (what's your name?), I would say to him dozens of times
per hour. He eventually got tired of saying "Bruce". I always put my ear
next to his lips. One time he surprised me by sticking his tongue in my
ear. I loved it, so I kept asking him his name. Sometimes he would make up
names like Pancho Villa, or Bill Clinton, or Michael Jackson. He always
found a way to make me laugh, but I would never take my ear away from his
mouth until he said "Batman"; then I'd kiss him on the lips. Though he
didn't wear a mask and a cape, he was the hero I'd been looking for.

    Batman didn't give us much money--only a few pesos for video games, but
he cooked good food, we had a bed to sleep in, and we had someone who cared
about us. He liked sex, but I didn't give him much after the first few
days. He didn't press it. I was always naked in the house because I like it
when men stare at me. When I shower, I always leave the bathroom door and
the shower door open and let the soapy water run down my crack and over my
cock. Bruce loves it. A week later, I was the one that was begging to be
sucked. I also wanted to fuck him whenever possible. Batman told me he
wanted to, but he didn't want to make Luis more jealous. Luis got very
jealous anyway. Sometimes he would be mad at me--sometimes he would kiss me
and suck me. Luis liked younger boys, but he had a hard time dealing with
my growing affection for Batman. He started getting really fucked up on
drugs. Batman said it was nothing new, but I didn't like Luis's sudden mood
changes. Luis stayed out later and later. Batman appreciated me coming home
in the early evening. I started helping him fight the drugs by telling him
when Luis had a can of solvent hidden, or when he was lying. When Luis
realized that I was ratting on him, he became furious, purposely spilling
salsa and water, throwing things, threatening, even pulling a knife on us,
then turning on himself as if to cut his wrists. Batman handled all of
these things calmly and without any force or harsh words, but not all of
the problems were solved.

    I sometimes threatened him too, though Batman explained to me that my
threats were very hurtful because he hadn't known me as long. He told us
that it was too much for him to take care of two boys. Luis told him to
choose, but Batman wouldn't do it. He said that Luis and I could take
turns; Monday was my day, Tuesday was Luis's day, and so on, but I invited
Luis to share my day in the apartment, so he invited me on his days. Bruce
said that we could both sleep there, so the three of us almost always slept
together in the big bed in the air-conditioned bedroom, though there were
other beds. I liked sex at sunrise, and so did Batman. Luis never woke up
until much later.

    When we walk the street or the beach together, Luis and I often make
comments to, or about, the pretty girls. Bruce never cared much for that,
but when I told him that we just liked to make fun of them and sometimes
intimidate them, he realized that it was just something we do for fun. When
I say, "I'd like to bend her over and stick my big dick in her," we laugh.
I like boys and men a lot more, but a guy can't go around saying things
like that in public to other males. We don't talk about sex with other guys
unless we are with very trusted friends. Batman still spends most of his
time gawking at young boys. I like that. He has helped me to be more open.
He is also starting to joke with us about the big-titted women we pass on
the beach. I guess I helped him open up in that way. Luis says shit about
women like, "Let's do her. I'll take the pussy since I have the biggest
dick. Roberto, you get her ass since that's your favorite thing, and Bruce
can have his choice of titty fucking or putting it in her mouth."  If
Batman ever says sexual things about boys we pass, Luis is quick to call
him a pinche sexsista, but I think Luis likes boys almost as much.

    Luis and I sometimes sneaked solvent into the apartment. Batman didn't
permit any drugs, and he was never happy when he caught us.

    Luis and I competed to be the most helpful around the house. I always
helped Batman cook. Luis usually swept and mopped. We were supposed to take
turns doing the dishes, but one time I let them build up into a huge
three-day pile. I refused to touch them. I guess I was in a bad mood when
Batman requested that I at least wash the frying pan so he could cook
breakfast. I refused, and Luis ended up "volunteering" to wash all of the
dishes. Bruce gave him extra money, and gave me less. I didn't think it was
fair at the time, and since Luis and I were getting into a lot of
arguments, Batman told me that I didn't need to come back that night. He
said I could come at noon for brunch. He hugged me and told me he loved
me. I came back that night anyway and climbed the wall to get in since I
didn't have a key to the front gate. Bruce was not happy. He was worried
that someone would call the police thinking that I was a robber. He didn't
let me in, but he gave me dinner through the window. He told me to come
back at noon-not before-but I came back at seven a.m. and woke him by
knocking on the door. He cancelled my lunch invitation, but hugged me and
explained to me in Spanish that Luis was like a bosque (forest) and I was
the encendedor (lighter). I am kind of hyper, but Luis is not always
tranquil either. I missed living there and was pissed off about it. I soon
found a married couple that agreed to take me to Mexico City. I walked the
streets there for two weeks, begging for coins and food, until I found a
ride back to Santa Cruz.

    I never lived with Bruce again, though I spent a lot of time with him
and Luis. They had a new boy in the house and they seemed happy. I let all
of them fuck me bunches of times, always making some kind of deal to save
face.

    As my own addictions grew, and since I liked getting fucked so much, I
went with any tourist that was interested in me. I generally avoided
Mexican men because they paid less and you couldn't play them like you
could the tourists. Bruce asks me about my future. What can I say? Me gusta
la vida loca (I like the crazy life), and don't have any plans to change.
Someday I'll find the man for me.


By Cris, email: mi69chico@hotmail.com