He was sitting on a bench by himself. It was late. He was cute.

Really cute: shaggy dark hair; big dark brown eyes; pale, almost translucent white skin. No blemishes, which is unusual for a kid at that age. Young teen. Too young to be out this late by himself. It was close to midnight.

"Hey," I said, "You alone?" He looked up at me and I saw those eyes. Huge and wet. Very sad.

That made me happy. My cock swelled when I looked at his beautiful face.

"You alone or what?" I repeated. He answered with a shrug. I looked around, but there was no one else around. The streets are deserted in this town this late at night.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Just hanging," he said. His voice was high-pitch, untouched by puberty, though he looked old enough.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Eighteen."

That was a lie. He was fifteen at most, probably fourteen,

"Uh-huh," I said noncommittally, "And your parents?"

Another shrug.

"You know, " I said, "It isn't safe to be out alone at night. There are bad people out here."

He looked up and down like I had, but for a different reason.

"I don't see anyone," he said.

"You won't," I told him, "until it's too late."

"And I guess you're a good guy?" he asked, squinting up at me, "You're here to help?" His attitude said he didn't believe it. But what I said was not what he expected.

"No," I told him, "I'm not a good guy. I'm one of the ones that want to take advantage of you." He stared at me. He looked up and down again.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm not a good guy, but I'm honest." He stared at me, so I continued.

"I'd love to take you with me. I would protect you, but it would cost you."

"Cost me what?" I knew he was curious.

"I'd want to use your precious young body." I replied honestly." I would strip you naked and tie you up and play with your body, especially your cock. I'd jerk you off and finger your asshole, and fuck you, until you were begging to cum, but I wouldn't let you."

He was staring at me, wide-eyed. He was no longer looking around for someone else, or an escape route.

"I'll start by kissing you, and sucking your nipples and playing with your cock and balls. Then I'll finger your ass and feed you my cock between your sweet pink lips, and I'll fuck you and cum on your dick, then I'll jerk you off until you begged me to do anything to you I want. '

I sat next to him on the bench. He didn't move away.

"I'll pull and stroke your cock slowly, stopping whenever you're close, until you promise to do all sorts of degrading things, if I only let you cum."

I was close to him. I had leaned in as I described what I wanted to do to his sweet young body. His pink lips were parted, and his eyes were glazed over.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jeremy."

"How old are you, Jeremy?"

"Fourteen."

Bingo.

"I want to tie you up and play with you and tease you and fuck you and make you cum, Jeremy." He stared into my eyes and didn't move. I put my hand on his and took his fingers in a loose grip. I stood without saying anything, and Jeremy let me pull him to his feet.

He followed as I led him to my car.

A glance at his crotch showed me that his dick was hard already.

So was mine.