Prince of the street

 Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I was a bit small for my age. My mum left us and Dad was unemployed. 

We lived in a one bedroom flat that had lots of rugs and little furniture. There was a big old sofa that dad and I slept on. Dad never bought me anything. All my clothes were too short or too small, and most of them were clothes he got from my aunt who has a daughter older than me. Dad didn’t even bother taking me to a barbershop, so I had long blonde hair that was wavy and had a few curls that went to my shoulders. 

Looking at old pictures, I could see that I had hair like a girl film star would be jealous of. It didn’t help that the clothes I wore were old girls clothes and that was the size of a 9 years old. Maybe that’s why I had no friends; everyone thought I was a sissy and a faggot. I was not gay; I thought to fancy another boy was disgusting. Never mind kissing another boy! No, I was definitely not gay.

Dad swung his hand at me, telling me to get out. I ducked just in time and begged him that I could stay. I asked him where I would go! It was obvious that he did not care. I was wearing a tank top that was white and torn shorts that just came below my butt in the back and were at very low in the front. Let’s put it this way, they covered my balls, and that was about it. The shorts had a small heart in the front. I rushed out the door just with the clothes on my back. I walked out of the building and stood below the street. 

I was cursing my Dad. What sort of dad would kick their child out on the street when he was only 11 years old? I wanted to live with my Mum but didn’t know where she lived. I decided to go to my aunts.When I got there, her daughter opened the door. She commented on how pretty I was. I never had a good relationship with her, as she thought I was a sissy. Either that or I should have been born a girl. I hated when she said I looked pretty. My aunt came out and said the same. I started crying. I know crying made me look more like a sissy, but I had an excuse. My dad just kicked me out! I told the story to my aunt and told her I had no place to live. She told me to sit down on the sofa and then came back with a necklace. 

It had a Tinkerbelle (the fairy from Peter Pan) on it. Then she started a long explanation that I could not live with her. She said the necklace was a present and would help me. I wondered how a girl’s necklace would help me; besides, make more people think I was a sissy or a girl. She advised me to go to the park; there were shelters there where I could sleep. I could also ask people if they needed some help in doing things. This confused me as everyone told me not to go to the park, as its nickname was “Pedo Park”. Only pervs came there and they just wanted to have sex with each other in the bushes or look at children in the playground.

I stormed out of the house and cursed my whole family. I didn’t know that 2,000,000 children in Russia lived on the street. I was just another statistic. I walked towards Pedo Park while trying to take the golden girly necklace off. It was locked. I couldn’t take it off and I was not going back to ask my aunt for a key. I tried to break it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t lift it over my head. A shame as I am sure I could have got some money from it if I could take it off.

I entered Pedo Park, as my heart was beating very fast. I noticed that other boys and girls were there. They were wearing slutty clothes that showed a lot of their body. I noticed a girl that was wearing a tank top. The strap was down so you could see her flat nipple. She was talking with an old fat man. He gave her money and then the two of them walked into the bushes. I walked around the park and felt sorry for myself. The more I thought about, the more I thought that the others probably thought I was wearing slutty clothes, as they didn’t cover much, especially my shorts. 

I decided to see if I could find that girl and man. Why did he give her money? What did they want to see in the bushes? I walked through the bushes but could not find them. After walking around for some time, I couldn’t find them. I decided to sit below a tree and just cry my eyes out. No one would see me here; no one would think I was a crybaby or sissy. I had a lot to cry over. What would I eat? Where would I sleep? What would happen to me? After a few minutes, the tears stopped flowing. I decided to stay there; maybe I would take a little nap before exploring the park for someplace to sleep.

Just as I was about to sleep, a man stood in front of me.

“It’s not often we see a child whore by the pissing tree,” he said, as he stood there looking at me. I was confused as I really didn’t know what a pissing tree was.

“Take off your shorts little girl and your top. I don’t have all day.” He said once again. I was about to get mad and say that I was not a girl, but I thought he could see the bulge in my panties when I took my shorts off. I don’t know why I stripped; maybe I have always been a bit submissive. But I slowly took off my clothes and sat back down in my panties. I forgot that I had white panties on with a picture of the little mermaid. 

I couldn’t see any bulge when I looked down. My dick was hiding. The man told me what a pretty girl I was, and he liked my necklace. I was about to tell him I was a boy when I see him pull his zip down and pull he cock out. I just stared at it, in shock. It was long and fat. Why was he showing me his cock? I was not gay! I was about to tell him this when he pointed his cock at me and started pissing. That’s right; his piss started flowing down my chest.

 I never thought that someone would ever think of pissing on someone else. But here was I feeling his warm piss flowing down on me. He wasn’t satisfied with my chest, he pointed it at my face and I felt the warm sensation as well as a bit smelly. I kept my mouth shut tight as well as my eyes. Deep inside, I wanted to run away. But how would I run through the park with a pair of girl panties on me and piss dripping off of me? After a bit, he stopped and told me to open my mouth.

 I refused at first, thinking that he would piss in it, but when he told me that he didn’t like saying things twice, I opened it. I closed my eyes once again, thinking that piss would taste disgusting. Then I felt something soft, but hard enter my mouth. I opened my eyes and could see that he stuck his cock in my mouth. It didn’t taste like much, mostly skin. But the sensation was weird. It was like having a snake in your mouth that went in and out, that was hard but the skin was soft. I kept saying to myself that I was not gay, but to be honest, I was afraid what would happen if I didn’t suck. 

I decided that I could make it quicker if I used my tongue and move the cock around in my mouth. It seemed like ages, and the guy kept pushing his cock more and more in, so sometimes I gagged if it touched my throat. He called me a good cocksucker. I didn’t consider this good, as it meant that I was acting gay and being good at it. After a few minutes, he started squirting in my mouth. I knew what it was. Boys at school called it baby juice. He squirted several times in my mouth. I started gagging and coughing and trying to spit it out.

“If you want to be a better girl whore, you have to learn how to swallow,” He said

“I am a boy”

“Yea right, a boy with girl clothes, a girl face, girl panties and that lovely necklace. You are so funny, little girl!”

He walked away and threw some money on the ground. I just looked at him. He thought I was a prostitute. Then it hit me, I knew why that man gave the girl some money. I knew now what a pissing tree was. I took off my panties and threw them away. They were wet and smelled like piss. I put my shorts and top on and picked up the money. I know had money to buy something to eat. I decided to go to the train station. Maybe I could sleep in some corner there.

The next few days went fine. I was getting more and more used to living on the streets. I quickly found out that other children got money from stealing or selling themselves. I spoke with a few, but I didn’t admit that I sucked a man already. I decided that I would never steal. It didn’t matter, as I had enough money to buy food. During the daytime, I just walked around talking with others.

 They were a bit surprised when they found out that I was not a girl. They said that tourists loved sissy boys, but I was a natural and didn’t have to put makeup or things like that. Some warned me not to cut my hair, as it will only mean that I would be wanted less. My only reaction was to laugh and say that I was not a whore. They would smile and said that children were forced to do things they don’t want to, in order to survive. I quickly found out that this was true. The money disappeared after a few days.

I had to bite reality in the lips. It was either steal or to sell my body. No matter what I did, I would end up in hell. I didn’t want to steal. I would be too afraid to and would probably end up being caught. I walked through the park and only noticed a few other children that were older than me. I suppose any child would not be stupid enough to enter a park known as Pedo Park. There were a lot of men though; many looked like they were tourists. I kept my head high and walked towards the pissing tree. No one was there. This time, I would be ready. I took off my clothes and walked around the tree. The feeling of being naked in the open nature excited me. The breeze against my skin was like being in heaven. It also excited me that people could see me naked. I looked down at my body, and I must admit, it looked nice. It was smooth and clean. My dick was sticking out. It had no hair yet. I tried wanking off, but I could never make any cum. My aunt said my bum was nice and round, any girl would be jealous of it.

Some people walked by from a distance. I just stood there and let them stare at me. It was like I was an exhibition in a museum or something. I could feel their eyes glued to me and this made my dick stick more out. I also got a funny feeling in my bum hole. It felt like it was itchy. I noticed two teenage girls staring at me. They started discussing if I was a girl or boy, and then they looked down and they got the answer. 

They were telling each other how cute I was and how brave I was that I would stand naked in the middle of nature. An old couple walked by a bit later, and it looked like the old woman was disgusted. Her husband reminded her that her son always walked around just in briefs. The old woman was still disgusted and muttered that I should get my hair cut.

I was finding a new side to my personality. I was enjoying people looking at my naked body. But it was not good enough. No one was paying me for it. I sat down thinking that I would go to bed hungry tonight. It was at dinner time, and most people have gone home to eat their dinner. I was about to give up hope when two young men appeared before me. They started by saying that I was the cutest boy that they ever saw.

 They asked me if I was gay. I didn’t answer and just put my hand out and said in a low voice that if they wanted to play with me, then they would have to pay. They laughed and said I was a sissy whore. They found some money and put it in my hands. It was twice the money as I got the other day. 

I put the money in my short pockets that were next to the tree and just smiled. They just took out their cocks. They were already hard and they were very long and thick. The men smiled and informed me that they were not gay, but loved feminine boys. Before I could answer, I could see the taller man start pissing. I knew what to do. I closed my eyes and mouth. To be quite honest, it was not as bad this time as the first time. The other man also started pissing. They joked and said that it was great that they drank some beer earlier. Then they told me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. This sounded disgusting. But it was part of being a prostitute. 

You sell your body and for a few minutes and paedophiles can use it the way they want. My job was to give them pleasure. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. It helped that they thought it looked very cute. I, on the other hand, could taste the bitter taste of pee on my tongue. It was like lemon juice, but more bitter. Some went into my mouth, so I tried closing the back of my throat. After a few minutes, I was drenched with piss all over me.

Then the man with the longer cock told me to get on my hands and knees. I was a bit confused. Was I not just going to suck them? Why did they want me on my hands and knees? Were we going to play doggy? They were commenting on how pretty my ass was. I looked over my shoulder and could see one man putting cream from a tube on his finger. Then I felt a cold finger go between my ass cheeks. I looked forwards again confused at them wanting even to feel my ass. I gasped as the finger went in my hole. 

I never thought about anyone putting anything in my hole before. There was a sharp pain as the finger entered, but it actually also felt quite good. The man kept pushing his finger in and out. At one point it touched a certain point that made me moan loud. 

The man fingering me laughed and shouted that I liked it. The other man just laughed and called me queer. Then they stood up and flipped a coin. These men were definitely weird. One man smiled as he obviously got what he wanted. He then disappeared behind me and I could feel him spreading my ass cheeks. I could feel something hard and long go between the ass cheeks.

 Then it stroke me, the man was going to put his cock in my ass. He was going to fuck me! Before I could have second thoughts, I could feel his cock enter me. It spread my asshole to the limits. I screamed out with pain as I thought his cock would split my ass into two. But he just continued pushing it in and in. At least he was slow about it. I had a few seconds to adjust before every thrust. I felt like I had to poo, and I had images going through my head that his cock will go through my body and out my mouth. Still I found that the pain was becoming less and less. As soon as he had his cock far in as he wanted, he started going in and out.

 I was starting to breath heavier, and after a bit, I wanted him to push his cock back in again. I ended up moaning which made me blush. Here I was being fucked. How more gay could I be? I convinced myself I was not gay; I was just renting my body out. The other man stood before me, His long hard cock was in front me his cock hanging out.

 I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out. He seemed happy with this and stuck his cock in my mouth. It was hard to concentrate, but my tongue went to work as I started sucking a cock in my mouth, while another cock was fucking my ass, or as the man called it my boy pussy. 

This continued for some time, as both men agreed I was a good cocksucker and a good fuck. I could feel the man behind me speed up and then suddenly stop, and then everything felt warm. He spermed in me. I was now carrying his baby juices. I smiled as I thought it was good that I couldn’t become pregnant, but I did not have time to think about it. The man started cumming in my mouth. I tried to swallow the thick white salty cum, but it seemed like he spermed gallons. I swallowed as much as possible.

The men quickly put their clothes on again. They were talking to each other how I was the best fuck in their lives, and I was also such a good cocksucker. They were telling each other how this was one of the best days of their lives, as they just played with the prettiest boy that they ever met. Then one man gave me a kiss on the lips and told me that I had a beautiful necklace. 

The other man gave me a kiss while he told me that he will tell all his friends, so I would never need money again. I smiled and sat down as I started putting my shorts and tank top on again. My body was tired, but it was once again mine. I now had money for a few days again. I just needed to take a shower down at the train station so I didn’t smell like sex and piss.

I was about to go when a boy came up to me. He looked like he was 16. He was tall and strong. In a way, he was not even cute, as his face looked very old. I had to stop thinking like a gay boy. I shouldn’t care if a boy looked cute or not.

“Hi. My name is Alex. I saw you in action with the two men. At first, I thought you were a girl, but I could see that you are a boy. Do you like being gay?”

“I am not gay. I just needed the money”

“I see. I think you are very brave and you look like you are good at it. You are very pretty, just as pretty as a girl. You are the prettiest girlie boy I ever saw. You can make loads of money being a sissy whore.”