Cocks and Capers Part 1
The day started like most. I got up and got in the shower. Like any 18 year old guy, I had morning wood. So, I stroked my cock until I came all over the wall.
As I was washing my cum off the wall, my Mom's boyfriend started banging on the bathroom door, telling me to "Hurry the fuck up!"
I grabbed my towel and hurried out of the bathroom. I wrapped the towel around my waist and didn't notice that I was still half hard.
As I walked by Randy, he looked down at my still inflated dick. He balled his fists and told me to jerk off in my room. I ran back to my room embarrassed.
A little more about me. I'm John, or Johnny to my friends. I'm an 18 year old high school senior. While I should have already graduated, I was held back a year from missing too much school one year.
That really wasn't my fault. We were homeless that year and moving from shelter to shelter. Then my Mom met Randy and we moved in with him.
We live in a small shitty 2 bedroom apartment in the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood of New York City. While we're not homeless anymore, we're still poor.
Randy is a small time drug dealer and my Mom is a junkie. Randy uses his own shit, but not near as much as Mom does. Randy is a big guy covered in prison tattoos.
Me, I'm a pretty small guy. I'm 5 foot 9 inches tall and 160 pounds. Just a small poor white guy in the city. The good thing about being skinny is it makes my dick look bigger.
Being poor, small and overall average, I haven't even had a girlfriend. Much less, have I even had a girl see or touch my cock.
I got dressed in my worn out old clothes and walked to school. It was Friday, so at least I had the weekend to look forward to. I went to my normal classes and still felt embarrassed about Randy seeing me with a hard on.
My last class of the day was P.E. The class was taught by a huge black guy named Coach Dawson. He supposedly should have gone pro in football, but got hurt.
Coach Dawson always gave me shit about forgetting my gym clothes. He liked to embarrass the little unathletic kid in front of everyone. I just tuned him out. I was used to it by now.
When I was done with my classes, I went to "work". Randy made me pay rent as soon as I turned 18. So, I had to make money to have a roof over my head and to buy anything else I needed.
I didn't work at a store, per say. Really, I was a thief. Me And my best friend Ryan stole expensive items from stores and sold them to his older brother for ten cents on the dollar. We worked as a team and stole everything from electronics to jewelry.
We met up at Michael's (Ryan's older brother) bar. Ryan and I took the subway to a nicer area and started working the stores. Michael had requested men's watches. Sometimes he'd give us a list, sometimes we'd just get what we could.
We went to a mid-level store and cased the watches. They were in cases. That made it more difficult. I couldn't just pretend to look at it and pocket it.
In these cases, I would ask to be shown the watch, and while I had it in my hand, Ryan would cause a disturbance. Then I'd pocket the watch and bolt.
I asked to be shown a $500 watch and gave it back. Then I asked to see a $1500 watch. I gave Ryan a signal and he started knocking over clothing racks. Ryan was yelling and acting like he was having a mental break.
I put the watch in my pocket and turned to run. When I turned, I ran right into a big security guard. He literally picked me up and carried me to back of the store. Ryan saw my get caught and quickly got out of the store.
I was fucked. I was going to jail, as an adult, for felony theft. The security guard led me to a back room. He told me to put the watch on the table. I did as told.