My business appointment had finished early and I was in unfamiliar territory, so decided to relax with a coffee at the local small town mall before venturing back to my office.
I was sitting watching the passing parade when I noticed this boy about 14 or so sitting on a bench on the other side of the walkway passage. Then I noticed him get up and follow a man into the nearby `gents'. I was fascinated by this action as boys his age fascinated me in all respects.
Soon he emerged and again took up a similar spot with obvious line of sight to the lavatory. Then he looked across at me and I smiled. His immediate reaction was to smile back and I was captivated by his seemingly innocent face and little boy looks.
A test was needed so I finished my coffee and strode haphazardly to the `gents'. As I breasted the urinal, the boy was beside me. I was about to allowed him to have a good look at my large knobbed circumcised cock, when another older man joined us at the urinal. He looked to me like an undercover cop so I finished pissing with my cock covered by my hand and left, after slowly washing my hands.
As I made my way I noted in the reflections in the shop glass that the boy was following me as I made my way through the throng to the car park.
He stood near the next car as I opened my Oldsmobile, removed my coat and tie and hung them on the rear coat hook.
I looked at him and smiled again and he smiled and walked over.
"Can you give me a lift home," he asked in a soft polite voice.
"Where do you live," I replied.
"West Mansfield," he softly advised.
"Hop in," was my answer.
I knew West Mansfield was an extremely down at heal, lower socio-economic housing estate, but what surprised me was the condition of this boy's home.
The front yard was a congestion of rusting dismantled pick-up trucks, with weeds attempting to hide them. No one had made any effort to clean up for ages, and I also noted that the screen door was sitting askew with the screening wire kicked in and that several windows were broken and blocked off with wood.
I looked at the boy and he started to cry, so I drove on until I could park away from anyone's view. I bent over and the boy turned his face towards me, tears streaming down his face now. He started to unbutton his shirt and I soon saw his undeveloped chest to be a mass of bruises and even some unhealed cuts.
My hands now ran over his chest and his little nipples instantly became hard so I pinched them.
"Will you help me?" he asked in a sobbing pathetic little boy voice.
"Please tell me how I can help you," I replied.
"My step mother beats me all the time and calls me scum," he sobbed.
Then he continued and regaled me with a long tale of beatings and humiliations, which his soft father did nothing to stop. He had thought about running away from home but had nowhere to go.
My mind raced and so I used my cell phone to call a friend of mine who also had a passion for young boys, and asked him if we could assist this boy whom I didn't even know his name.
"Benny," he told me as I asked during the conversation with David.
David, who was a welfare worker looking after boys, and I lived in a city 30 miles from where I was at that time. He suggested that I bring the boy over, but it would be better if he went back home for a few days, to gather his possessions, and that we arrange to meet him at a set time on the evening of the following day.
The boy smiled again at that news and kissed me. I let him out of the car after the arrangements had been made, and I drove off with my cock stiff in anticipation of what the future held.
David was keen to know more about the boy. I remembered the street name and number and he quickly looked up his files. There was strangely no notation of any problems at that house. It was strange because every other house in that street had some police or social worker reference.
We collected Benny the next evening in David's dark brown old decoy pick-up, which he regularly used to find boy partners. Its battered number plates were extremely difficult to read and it had been modified so that no one could tell what make it was.
Benny has two plastic bags with his few clothes and a small backpack with his `possessions'.
As soon as we got to David's we suggested that Benny have a shower and clean up. He did smell more than was acceptable. We were both curious to see him naked and David had made his shower so that it had no curtain or door.
We both needed to see so we decided that we would just go in. We both stopped in our tracks. This little slightly built boy sported a monster cock. It hung down over his regular sized hairless balls over six inches even when flaccid and it was thick with a long foreskin. What was equally surprising was the almost complete lack of any pubic bush.
Benny smiled at us when he discovered us looking and his cock now started to engorge and we were staggered to observe it lengthen to over eight inches and become thicker. In fact it was so large that it couldn't erect itself straight up.
David quickly shed his few clothes and joined Benny, soaping up his entire body and virtually scrubbing the boy. David's large cock was quickly pointing straight up and Benny grabbed it and slid his fingers up and down it.
Then he turned and backed onto David as if requesting that he fuck him, but David wanted to save this action for later.
The boys back was also marked with cuts and bruises so David wanted to attend to these as quickly as he wanted to have sex with the boy.
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