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Sunny afternoon, semi-quiet quiet residential Brooklyn street. The boy in front of me walking quickly along the cement sidewalk is about 18 with long dark blond hair. I see enough of his face to know it. Not personally but as a type. A light blue dungaree jacket and matching tight fitting jeans. His buttocks protrude backward with firmness, slim waist, medium height enhanced by boots with two inch heels and a jaunty stride. His ass has the shape of negro asses, rounded, clearly delineated. I am familiar with his skin, moving in delicate tension against the denim. I had seen him from a distance and crossed the street to walk behind him. (Like standing on the subway platform, scanning the car windows as the train pulls into the station, hoping the car you get into will have someone interesting to look at and skipping to the car

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behind the one that stopped in front of you because so far no beautiful face has caught your eye.) The blond boy walks with that outward cocky self assurance of youth and handsome body. He is about three yards ahead of me. Suddenly I am aware he is pissing. His arms in front, directing his cock to the side, trailing in a stream of urine. He never breaks his stride continuing to walk swiftly. No one else happens to be on our side of this block as we near the corner though in the next block ahead are a number of people, mothers baby carriages, etc. and automobiles are passing by on the wide street. He makes no attempt to hide anything walking straight forward pissing away. He knows someone is walking behind him though he has not turned his head to see who. He is brazen and defiant in his indifference. Never stopping he shakes