I will never forget the first time I fucked Preston's sweet tight small perfectly shaped little round ass. And when you have fucked as much boy ass as I have, you tend to forget soon after each encounter. But Preston was different. His rectum was a perfectly circular corrugated little ring of un-disturbed flesh. Except for the boy turds that he had expelled, nothing had much widened or stretched the tender tight ass lips.

He had never even put a teenage boy finger of his own up inside his virginal little pussy. AND THE FUCK ITSELF WAS SUPERB. That first time, I had fucked him for over an hour. Each time I approached orgasm, I had stopped and rested, letting my big fat dripping hunk of fuckmeat recover and relax, so I could plunge and stretch and plow and churn with fresh power. I had fucked him in every conceivable position, event to the point or carrying him around on my fucker. I love the most making him squat over my cuntstuffer and and sit down on it. He had to do all the work. Oh, the sublime look of agony on his innocent thirteen year old face, as he was forced to impale himself on my thick dick. He protested over and over that he couldn't go down on it any further, and I insisted over and over that he take it all. it is such a thrill when a boy protests with sobs that he has reached his absolute limit, and you know that what he thinks is his limit, is where the fun just begins. I fucked him so hard that first time (and every time since) that his inner ass lips were turned out, swollen and pink and raw. His baby hole looked like the oft fucked cunt of a middle aged whore.

And now he was my boy, my toy, existing only to give me pleasure. And my pleasure was his humiliation, degradation and destruction. I wanted every fiber of his teen boy being stretched to the limit, the limit that I set, not the one that he thought. I wanted to force him to exceed all expectations in becoming a mindless fuck pig. At thirteen, all choices in life for him were over. His destiny was determined. He would be a living breathing male cunt.

And here we were at the mall. At the food court to be precise. Some of the bug-eyed older gentlemen who had been ogling Preston must have phoned their pervert friends, because there were at least eight dick dripping boy molesters following him when he bought his roast beef meal with fries and a coke. I sat at a table a short distance away, giving my fucktoy orders over the tiny microphone/earpiece unit that we each had.

"Look around Preston. Look at all the men watching you. I knew we made a good wardrobe choice. I think the words FAGGOT on your tee shirt and COCKSUCKER on your baseball cap really help. It saves time. It lets them know what you are. I am so very proud of you, Preston. I am proud to have my boy be the center of attention. Be careful when you walk to the table carrying your tray with food and drink. If you move too fast, those tiny shorts that I have turned into a loin cloth may flap up and give all those nice men a really good look at your little boy dick and sack. You don't want everyone to see your thirteen year old scrotum now do you? Okay, Preston, now sit at that table and enjoy your lunch. Preston turn your chair toward the gentlemen. Smile at them."

The watching perverts were not in one clump. Oh no, they stood or sat mostly singly, acting nonchalant. They behaved much as horny men do at a strip show or porno film, they pretend that the show is just for them. They close out everyone else. I was delighted that the food court was relatively empty and that I could seat Preston at a table a bit off to one side, away from most other shoppers. Just Preston and me and eight or nine drooling perverts.

"Now Preston, while you enjoy your lunch, I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you can. Take your flip flops off so your feet are naked and spread those beautiful boy legs as wide as you can."

"Please, Sir, don't make me do this. Not with all of those dirty old men watching."

"Preston, you want to please me. This is a test. If you love me, do as I say. Spread your boy legs as wide apart as you can." What a beautiful sight. This slender young boy, naked tummy fluttering, legs spread wide, just a small flap of pink cloth covering his teenage fuckmeat. "Preston, you know how jocks when they are sweaty, put the front of their tee shirts up over their heads and into the back? You know what I mean. I want you to do that, so that those nice men can have a good look at your boy tits! The mall won't allow you to take the tee shirt off, but if you just slip the front up over your head to the back, your chest and titties will be on display for the men."

"Oh please, no!" I could hear his heavy breathing through my ear piece. My dick was rock hard.

"Preston, don't be naughty, or we will have to have a discipline session when we get home. Think how it will please those men to see the naked chest and round brown nubby teenage boy tits of a thirteen year old. They are going to imagine sucking on and biting those tits, just like get to really do to them. Do it, Preston, bare your tits for us! That's it. My God, you are beautiful, you fucking little boy twat! YOU ARE A FUCKING PERVERT FUCK DREAM! Some of these men would give two months salary to fuck your fucking teenage boy pussy.They can see that you are a fucking boyhole, Preston. They can see that you are a fucking faggot cocksucker teen boy. Eat your meal. We have to keep you strong and healthy, and I know how much you love those roast beef sandwiches. Keep your legs spread wide, Preston. Now, be a good boy and reach down and lift the pink flap of material covering your thirteen year old pecker and nuts. Show the men your genitals, Preston. Let the men look at your pretty pink boy cock and your soft young hairless scrotum. Show them everything, Preston. Spread those legs to the limit and show those drooling perverts your boy dick and balls."

With a sob, and a bit of roast beef hanging from his boy lips, young Preston reached down and raised the front of the pink shorts that I had turned into a loin cloth. His perfect, pink, healthy boy penis and testicles came into view. I could hear the men in the food court gasp. Some moved in closer to get a better look. I glanced around to check that there were not any other shoppers or attendants watching. Most folks were minding their own business, only Preston and me, and nine, no, now eleven men watching from various positions around the table where the boy sat.

"Oh God, Sir, I don't think I can do this." Preston was shaking and looking totally humiliated. Tears rolled down his soft young cheeks. I am certain that really gave our friends an extra spurt of pre-fuck into their pants.

"Of course you can do this, Preston. You are doing a really good job. You are making so many men happy. And you are making me happy too. Just concentrate on that for me, okay? Now I want you to reach down and masturbate for us. I want you to give yourself a nice big hard on for us while you eat your sandwich. Sit closer to the edge of the chair so your fuck bag hangs over the end of the seat. Gently frig your dick while you enjoy your lunch."

Did I know I was doing something foolishly dangerous? Of course. But no risk, no rewards. All I needed was for the wrong person to see what we were doing and our game would be over. I might end up in jail. Was I scared, sure a bit, but also thrilled at what I was doing to this boy. I watched him sitting there, eating, crying and masturbating, his slender boy legs spread wide, his toes curled, his bare tits hard as pebbles. The little moaning noises he made, which might have been from lust, but more from fear, I suspect, were delicious. "Take your hand away and show the men your hard dick, Preston. You should be a professional model Preston. You are beautiful. Look at how your dickie throbs and bounces all red and swollen. A man is approaching you, raise your hand and wave him away." The brave pervert took the signal at once and backed off. This was a show, and he dare not ruin it for the others.

"Now Preston, can you get your dick leaking for me? I know how easily your boy dick leaks. Especially since you have not cum in so long, your little teen boy pecker is always drooling dick slop. Can you get it dripping for me?"

'Can we please stop, Sir. Can we please stop this? i can't do any more." He looked positively desperate.

"Come on big boy, don't spoil our fun. Do as I tell you to do. Jerk on your dick until you get it leaking real good." The thirteen year old boy sitting in a public food court, playing with his naked dick and balls, grunted and jerked on his fuckmeat. I could not see clearly how much pre-fuck was bubbling out of his boy pisshole, as my table was a bit back, but I could tell there was something slicking up his fucker. "Is it leaking really good, Preston?"

"Yes, Sir. It is leaking alot..." he managed through grunts and groans.

"Good boy. I am very happy with you. And to reward you, when we get home, I am going to fuck you harder than ever before. Now I want you to take your sandwich and take the top of the bun off, and I want you to hold the sandwich down by your dick and let your pre-fuck drip onto your roast beef sandwich." The fucking perverts could not believe what they were seeing. Several of the sickos had figured out that I was controlling the boy, and they gave me a thumbs up or a wave of encouragement. But mostly their eyes were glued to the thirteen year old boy with his dickhead over the roast beef, strings of fuck slop falling onto the sandwich. "That a boy, Preston. You are making all of your gentlemen fans really happy. Let that cock snot really soak that roast beef." What was about to happen was not unique. Experimental boys of twelve and thirteen around the world taste and eat their own cock drippings. It is part of growing up. Right now, even as you read this, around the globe, in suburbs int he U. S. and in shacks in Africa, in old palazzos in Italy and in temples in Thailand, teenage boys are jerking their swollen boy meat and tasting the drippings that leak out of the fat pissholes. Boys taste their own. They just do. They experiment by tasting their own sperm too. But not Preston. Not today. His pre-fuck was enough to make the sandwich a tasty treat.

"Now put the top of the bun back on and have a nice big bite, Preston. Keep your legs spread and your dick hard." The boy sobbed, but took a bite of his pre-fuck beef. "Now, Preston, we have forgotten your fries. They must be getting cold. Here's want I want you to do. I want you to heat up your fries, Preston. I want you to heat up some of your fries by shoving them up your asshole! I want you to shove french fries up your boy pussy Preston." Can you imagine a sicker more perverted sight than a thirteen year old boy forcing french fries up his asshole in front of an audience of dick rubbing freaks? At least one old voyeur shot off in his pants before my boy even started.

"Lift and spread your legs a bit, Preston so the nice gentlemen can see your hot pink asspussy. Play with your pussy, Preston. Take a bite of your sandwich and play with your pussy. That's a good girl. That's my good girl. You are getting turned on by this, aren't you Preston? I can tell. You are getting all cunt juicy. Shove some french fries right up your boy pussy. I know they will get all mushy...soon you will have mashed potatoes. Go on, get a whole wad of fries deep up into your rectum. There might still be some wet cum up there from when I fucked you. Cum flavored fries UP YOUR ASS, Preston! Jerk on your dick some more, as you shove fries up your asshole. Go on."

The thirteen year old was pretty much out of it. The stress, the excitement, the sex of it, the humiliation, all worked on him. It was like he was drunk or something. He forced wads of fries up his pink asshole. His breathing came in exhausted gasps. I was fucking-up this boys mind! "Okay Preston, well done. But french fries are meant to be eaten, they are not for fucking your horny hungry teenage twat with. I know your boy ass wants to gobble up everything in sight, but you need to eat your lunch. Take another bite of sandwich and a sip of your coke. Now Preston..."

"Please, Sir, I can't stand it!"

"Almost finished, Preston. Just hang in there. Now I want you to hold your hand under your cunt and I want you to shit out the potatoes into your hand. Make sure all the men can see. Just like you are taking a shit, Preston...just shit out the potatoes. You can grunt and squeeze all you want. Keep your legs spread so we can all see. How beautiful your balls look, Preston. You are growing up so fast."

Preston grunted and squeezed and a mashed up soggy discolored glop of potato fell from his rectum into his open hand. The watching men head their breaths as one. "Get it all, Preston. Shit all the potato out." Preston shit out the potatoes into his hand. "Good boy. That is my good boy. I am going to give you such a wonderful fuck in that little baby ass of yours when we get home. One forgets how small a thirteen year old boy still is, and how small his little ass still is. This ass I fuck is not the well toned hunky meaty ass of a grown up stud one might pick up in a bar. No indeed, it is the pale, soft, smooth, small round ass of a little boy, like two cantaloupe halves for my hands to hold while I ram my dick in the red swollen fucked hole between. Perfect little boy ass. Perfect ass to corrupt, to beat, to whip, to burn if I choose. To brand or tattoo and most of all to fuck and fuck and fuck. I was going to make certain that by the time little Preston turned fourteen, he had been fucked more than most people ever get fucked in an entire lifetime. I intended to have the boy fucked mindless.

"Now, Preston, I want you to raise your hand to your mouth and eat the potatoes that have been warmed up by your asshole pussy. Go on, Preston, eat them all. Eat your meal like a good boy."

When Preston had finished his lunch and was standing at the table, head lowered, staring at the floor, tears dripping from his eyes. I took out the business cards I had had printed and passed them among the gentlemen.

The cards read: 'HI. I'M PRESTON. I'M THIRTEEN YEARS OLD, AND I WOULD LOVE TO SUCK YOUR DICK. I WANT TO SUCK AS MUCH DICK AS I CAN. JUST CALL ME FOR A FREE COCKSUCK.'

And then I had a cell phone number there on the card and an email address. Preston was starting out on his new career. First I would get every old pervert I knew to use his ass and mouth, and then, hopefully, the boys at his school.