“Come wit me,” the older boy said.
“Who are you?”
“Angelique.”
“Are you a boy?” He thought so, but the name sounded feminine.
“Yes. And you?”
“Obviously.” His rudeness came out whenever he was feeling unsure.
“It’s jam-up round here. Come wit me, boy.”
The boy followed Angelique into a narrow lane between two wooden structures. It was blocked from the sight of the crowds by a tarp on one side and a stack of boxes on the other.
“You live round here?” Angelique asked, studying the boy as if he were now having second thoughts.
“No. My father’s a sailor.”
“I never seen you before,” Angelique said, still sounding suspicious. The boy wondered if this young man was in charge of keeping an eye on things.
“We just got in today.”
Angelique glanced both ways and licked his full lips. The boy watched him, suddenly hungry. Starving.
“I do you. Den you do me,” Angelique said. The boy had no concrete idea of what he’d meant, only a suspicion. “Dat all right?” Angelique asked. The boy didn’t know if his urgency was due to their compromising location or his own impatience.
“All right,” the boy said.
Angelique stripped him of his shorts, dragged them all the way to his ankles, and touched his cock until it was stiff and protruding. Angelique squatted in the alleyway and took the boy in his mouth, giving him such pleasure that the boy moaned despite himself and locked his shaking knees. Angelique braced the boy’s hips against the flimsy wooden wall and sucked him with vigor, only glancing up once to find the boy completely flabbergasted. It didn’t take long at all for the boy to come, much quicker than when he was alone. Angelique spat the white film on the street like his father hocked loogies in the mornings.
“You now,” Angelique said while the boy was still fumbling to draw up his shorts. Angelique pushed the boy down and pinched his cheeks so that his mouth would open. The boy had only a moment to gauge Angelique’s cock. It was the first he’d seen outside of his own and the captain’s. Dark like the rest of him, it reminded the boy of the deep-fried hot dogs at his favorite barbeque joint from home. It was salty like those hot dogs, too, and filled his mouth completely.
Angelique pressed forward, shielding the boy where he knelt in the alley from anyone’s view. Angelique pumped his hips a few times and came nearly as fast as the boy had. The boy gagged as his mouth filled with semen. As Angelique had done, he spat it in the street, two identical piles of white, cooling fluid, interspersed with spit bubbles.
“You like sweet tings?” Angelique asked, hauling the boy up to his feet again. He could hardly keep up, but he liked the way this young man took control.
The boy nodded and wiped his mouth, followed Angelique out of the alleyway and into one of the shops just outside the market. Inside, the air was thick with fry grease and so sweet, the boy could practically taste the powdered sugar as it coated the inside of his nostrils and his tongue.
Angelique told him to point out a few of the donuts that he liked best, and the smiling woman behind the counter boxed them up for him. Angelique encouraged him to eat one right then, so the boy selected a jelly-filled one, trying not to think of the similarities to their mischief. Angelique chuckled anyway, a secret pleasure they both knew. After going so long without a homemade dessert, the boy thought he might sink to his knees again in gratitude.
He realized then, that he was late in meeting the captain, and relayed this to Angelique. Angelique guided him through the bustling market and toward the docks, pulling him into another alleyway just before they arrived to lick at his mouth. The boy didn’t understand until Angelique pulled back and said, “open your mouth.”
The boy did, and Angelique filled it with his tongue, still sweet from the donuts. The boy moved his tongue in a similar fashion, until they were kissing.
“Will you be back tomorrow?” Angelique asked.
The boy nodded. “We’ll be here all week.”
“Don’t go wit anyone else. I’ll find you.”
The captain was angry that the boy had kept him waiting, but his ire softened when he saw that the boy had brought with him an assortment of donuts. The captain, after eyeing the box suspiciously, took one out, inspected it, then took a bite.
The boy saw the transformation overtake him. With the exception of his drink and smoke, the captain was accustomed to only the bare essentials, exactly what it took to survive and no more.
“Where’d you get the money to pay for these?” the captain asked.
“I made a friend. He gave them to me.”
