The Boy From The Park (Part I)

He was no older than ten or eleven years old. He sat across from me on a thrill ride at the new theme park that opened up near my city. There were seats for eight people but it was just the two of us. I guess everyone wanted to ride other rides. Aside from a couple of gaps and the place to step off of the ride at, nobody could see inside of our enclosure. We were alone.

It was hard to guess his height since he was sitting down but I’d place him at around 5 feet tall, maybe a couple of inches shorter. He had light blonde hair. I soon found out that he had green eyes once he took off his sunglasses, probably so that he didn’t lose them when the ride starts. His build was that of the typical preteen boy, skinny. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. The shorts were what caught my eye. I’m not entirely sure why but I found myself trying to glance up the leg of his shorts. I could only see up to mid-thigh though. I averted my eyes before he caught on. It was hard to deny that this boy was amazing though.

It was a little boring waiting for the ride to begin and since it was just the two of us, he decided to strike up a conversation with me. He asked me if it was my first time at the park. I told him it was and he inquired about a ride that looked pretty intimidating to me but it sounded like he enjoyed it quite a bit so I lied and told him that it seemed interesting and that I’d have to check it out when I could. He looked pleased. He was a nice little kid. Definitely not one of those spoiled brats that you almost always see nowadays. But before we could talk any more, the ride started. It was very relaxing despite all the spinning and the height that the ride reached. Perhaps that was partly because I kept stealing glances at him, trying to catch a glimpse up the leg of his shorts throughout the duration of the ride.

After the ride was finished, our harnesses were released but he was having a little bit of trouble getting his off. I made my way over to him and reached out to help him get off of the ride. The harness on this ride was a little weird. It was automatic, as in it raised and lowered itself, but there was a little seat belt buckle to hold the harness down in case the primary lock failed. So, I reached my hands out and took hold of the buckle and undid it for him. I could tell by the look on his face that he felt a little embarrassed about it since the buckle was about an inch away from his crotch but he didn’t say anything. After I got the buckle off and got him out of the harness, he looked up at me and gave me a genuine smile and thanked me for the help. I told him that it was no problem at all and told him that if he needed anything else then to just let me know. He gave me a questioning look for a split second but then seemed to accept that I was just a nice guy. We then went our own way.

I was disappointed because I figured that would be the last time that I’d see him but low and behold, just an hour later, I spot him sitting on a bench near the park entrance. He is visibly shaken so I decide to approach him and try to find out what the problem is. He doesn’t see me coming so I end up startling him when I ask him what’s wrong. He looks up at me and tries to regain his composure but he’s not having much luck in doing so. Instead of butting in and trying to get him to explain what the problem is, I take out my phone and ask him if he needs to use it. He brightens up a little bit and starts making a call. But nobody answers. He is sad again. After he hangs up, I pry a little bit to see if there’s really anything that I can help with.

He doesn’t know what to do so he talks to me. After about 10 minutes, I find out that he came to the park with his step-brother and his friends. His brother was being mean to him and they didn’t want some kid ruining their fun so they ran off and left him at the park with a couple of dollars said that they’d be back around the time the park closes. I was crushed at how hurt this boy was so I offered to stay with him and ride some rides with him until it was time for the park to close. That seemed to really cheer him up. We didn’t get around to the ride he was telling me about earlier but we did have a lot of fun.

Something interesting happened on the last ride though. It was a fast ride that goes around in a circle but tilts on its side once the speed starts increasing. I was sitting on the outside seat so I wouldn’t crush him because the person on the inside will usually slide over from the speed if they aren’t strong enough to hold themselves in place. Well, he wasn’t strong enough and ended up pinned against me. I moved my arm to get a better grip and when I did, he was forced up against me even harder so the only place to put my arm was around him. But what I didn’t notice is that when he was forced over, one on his hands had left the bar and was sitting right in my lap. Now, I’m sure you’ve already caught on but I should go ahead and clear this up right now. I am attracted to this young boy. And when I noticed that his hand was on my crotch, I started to get a little hard. I guess he didn’t realize where his hand was because he never moved it. But when the ride came to a stop, he looked down and saw where his hand was located. He looked up at me and then back down at his hand. I felt him give a little squeeze, barely noticeable but it was there. He looks back up at me and turns a deep shade of red and begins to apologize. I cut him off before he can get the first apology out and tell him that it’s okay and that it was an accident and not to worry about it. He smiles but still looks incredibly embarrassed.

After we got off of that ride, I was a little hungry so I asked him if he could use some food. His eyes dropped and he told me that he only had two dollars left of what his brother gave him. I tell him not to worry about it and that I’ll pay for it all. Again, this boy’s face brightens up. How anybody could treat this boy like anything other than an absolute treasure is beyond me. We spend a good deal of time eating and talking so by the time we step foot outside, it’s almost time for the park to close. I walk him out of the gates and decide to stay with him until his step-brother shows up. After 45 minutes of waiting and multiple calls home and to his brother, it became evident that nobody was available to come pick him up. He had a house key but just no way to get home. So I offer him a ride. Again, he gives me a questioning look but he’s spent the day with me so he’s pretty sure I’m not some kind of serial killer or anything so he flashes me one of his amazing smiles and agrees to the favor.

I navigate my way to the car and he follows behind. I realized that I forgot to ask where he lived and it turns out that he’s no more than a 10 minute drive from my apartment. He actually knows exactly where I live once I tell him the name of the complex because he usually rides his bike from his house to a few blocks beyond where I live. He was pretty excited about it and asked if I’d let him come over every once in a while if I had some free time and since I work at home, I told him that he could come by whenever he wanted to.

The drive to his house was pleasant. We talked for a bit about the rides that we rode, the food we ate, and how much fun we had. But about 20 minutes after we left, he asked if we could make a quick detour to my apartment before I take him home because he needed to pee. It wouldn’t be much of a big deal so I agree and a short while later, I’m unlocking the door to my apartment and giving him a brief tour. Once I show him the bathroom, he walks right past me and starts to unzip his shorts. Either he doesn’t notice that I’m still in the doorway or he doesn’t care. Whichever one it is doesn’t really matter because I’m still there when he gets done peeing. He turns to face me before he puts his penis away and I get a good look at it for a few seconds. His penis is circumcised. It’s flaccid so I can’t really tell how big it is but from what I saw then, it was about 3 inches in length, probably another half inch or so when erect. There wasn’t a lot of girth and of course he was still hairless but it looked amazing to me. After that, he just smiles and I take him the rest of the way to his house. He thanks me for helping him out and says that he’ll come back over sometime soon and I tell him that he can stop by whenever he wants.

After I drop him off at his house, I go over the events that happened over the past day in my head. I meet this boy, help him out with some of his problems, spend the day with him, get my crotch squeezed a little bit by him, give him a ride home, see his cute little cock, and he says that he’ll be back soon for more. I’m not positive if this boy is dropping me some heavy hints or not but I am definitely going to find out as soon as I can.