Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2011 15:15:21 +0000
From: Theo Smit <theosmitt123@gmail.com>
Subject: English Boys - Part Two

Warning - The following fictional story contains descriptions of sexual
relations between consenting minors and an adult. If this offends you, or
viewing
it is illegal in your domain, please do not read further.

Disclaimer - The following story is fictional. Any resemblance to persons
either living or dead is coincidental.

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I first met Brandon in some public toilets - OK, I know what you are
thinking, but it was not like that. In fact, it was much more bizarre than
a quick furtive grope in a stinking toilet cubicle.

It had started with me 'perving' on a cute, jet black haired, emo boy in
our local shopping centre. Skinny tight jeans that did not reach his hips,
a black and white skull and cross bones design hoodie and luminous green
baseball boots! More importantly, for me anyway, he had the face of an
angel, fair skinned with emerald green eyes, enhanced by lightly applied
black mascara and lips to die for. Before I rattle on too much, it is worth
pointing out that he is not a key player in this story (although I am sure
you would like him to be!) - but he is the reason I went on to meet Brandon
for the first time.

You see, I was unable to resist following this wonderfully skinny tyke, as
he broke away from his small but noisy emo gang and made his way to the
lift. Choosing to follow him was not difficult - the lift at the shopping
centre only has two destinations - the car park and the toilets. As the kid
looked no more than 12 he was clearly not about to drive away in a car! As
I hurried towards the lift doors I was already popping a boner at the
thought of sidling up alongside him at a urinal. I needed to get a glimpse
of what he kept in the shocking pink boxers, the top of which kept getting
exposed as he walked along. Oh yes, I was determined to at least see what
delights he had tucked in there!

Unfortunately, the closing lift doors got the better of me so I was forced
to take a light trot up the stairwell to catch up with my prey. As I
rounded the corner, of the top flight of stairs, I was almost knocked over
by a scruffy looking middle aged guy who seemed to be in a much greater
hurry than me. I quickly recovered and looked round to curse him but he had
already disappeared. I snapped back into the task at hand and skipped up
the last few steps into the wide corridor.

Now, imagine my disappointment to discover the little emo god retrieving a
can of coke from the vending machine by the toilets, and imagine my even
greater disappointment as he started to carelessly wander back to the lift.
Shit! I cruised slowly past him, hoping to at least elicit a smile from his
lusciously kissable lips, but to no avail as his attention was fully on the
text message he was furiously typing on his i phone. I even failed in my
attempt to 'accidentally' bump into him, as he seemed to sense me at the
last moment and weaved out of my way muttering a sorry in a wonderful
girlish voice.

I decided to check out the toilets anyway and I cast a final glance at his
skinny butt as it disappeared back into the lift. What happened next can
only be described as a huge stroke of luck. The first thing I saw as I
entered the toillet was a terrified kid pinned to the wall by a security
guard who resembled a gorilla. The gorilla had the youngsters navy blue
Adidas track suit top firmly gripped in his paw, preventing any get away.
The kids dirty firetrap jeans looked at risk of falling down as the zip was
open with the top button undone exposing a pair of cheap sky blue boxers.
His well worn nike trainers flayed about as the guard almost lifted him off
the ground to prevent getting kicked.

As the kid tried to wriggle free the gorilla was speaking into his radio
and I quickly began to get a grasp of the situation.

"Joe" he grunted "get on the CCTV and see if you can pick up a middle aged
pedo, 5'6', crumpled suit, grey greasy hair - I just caught the filthy
bastard cottaging with some kid. I have caught the kid if you can pick up
the pervert".

The radio crackled a response "Roger, Roger - camera two is down so I
probably wont catch him if he went through the car park. Do you want me to
call the police?"

Now, dear reader, please appreciate that I had taken in this bizarre
situation in a matter of seconds. Whilst I am not renowned for my quick
thinking I was able to identify a kid in desperate need of help. I even
managed to surprise myself with what happened next.

Before gorilla man could answer his colleagues suggestion to involve the
police I stepped across and tapped him on the arm "Excuse me, officer?". I
always found that calling a security guard an officer was a sure fire way
of getting them onside!

He whirled round to confront me whilst maintaining his relentless grip on
the kid "What do you want?".

I sized him up as not the sharpest tool in the box. My mind was having to
work at top speed so I came up with the best lie I could think of at the
time.

"I am hoping that I can help. I work for social services and I recognise
that boy" I said assertively. "He is not on my case list but I know his
social worker". I wrestled in my pocket, pulled out my wallet and realised
that the only photo card that I had that looked anything like credible ID,
was my library card. I flashed it at the guard and quickly replaced it in
my wallet hoping that he would not seek closer inspection! "May I suggest
that, rather than calling the police, I take him to the social services
office and hand him over to his case worker?".

The kid stopped struggling and stood with his mouth agape like he was
staring at an alien - fortunately for me he was struck dumb and did not
utter a word. Meanwhile the guard looked at me suspiciously and after his
brain caught up with my suggestion he hesitated and said "I'm not sure,
shouldn't I call the police?".

"No, seriously, you focus on catching the guy that was abusing the boy and
I will make sure that the boy is dealt with appropriately". The guard
showed signs of slow comprehension so I took the opportunity to reinforce
what I had just said. "It will be much better if the police just focus on
the perpetrator and I will handle this".

The boy looked about to speak and I feared the whole charade could go pear
shaped. I stepped in quickly between neanderthal man and his prisoner. By
doing so, I managed to get the guard to release his grip. I quickly placed
my hands on the boys shoulders and with my back to the guard I smiled
kindly to the boy, gave him a reassuring wink, hoping that he had caught up
with the social worker scam - he certainly looked brighter than the guard!

"Now son, are you happy to come along quietly with me to save getting the
police involved?". He nodded vigorously so I slipped my arm round him and
led him to the door calling behind me "Catch that guy quickly, my name is
Martin Sykes at local Social Services if you need witness statements".

As I hurriedly rounded the corner out of the door I heard the gorilla back
on the radio, reassuring his mate that all was under control and asking for
a CCTV update.

I breathed a sigh of relief and hustled the kid out towards the car park as
fast as I could. "Lets get the fuck out of here kid before Godzilla changes
his mind".

The kid trotted alongside me whilst trying to button up his jeans and zip
his fly, all the time staring at me like I was still from out of space.
"You aint social services are yer?".

"Of course not duck egg, neither is my name Martin Sykes!" i sniggered. It
was my first proper chance to get a good look at the tyke and he was right
up my street. My gaydar told me he was no older than 13, dirty blonde
unkempt hair, skinny body, well worn ripped jeans, mischievous grey blue
eyes, grubby neck.....oh my, he was all boy!

"And you ain't taking me to the police?" he stammered.

I unlocked the car and shunted him towards the passenger door. We jumped in
and I reached across him to snap his seat belt on.

"Nope, no police son, I just want to get you out of here so you can go
home".

The reality of the situation suddenly dawned on him and he burst into
tears. He may have looked like a tough streetwise tyke but at the moment he
was blubbing like a four year old. Remembering that the car park camera was
out of operation I pulled him towards me and wrapped him in my arms. He
didn't pull back and he started to calm down as I comforted him.

"Whats your name son?"

"Brandon" he sniffed.

"Listen Brandon, I never use those toilets for having fun, they are too
risky, especially for a lad your age. Those security guards are always on
patrol and they know what goes on. I usually use the park toilets if I am
looking for nice lads like you, or the woods at the back of the park".

He pulled away from me with a look of amazement on his face. I wondered if
I had said too much but before I could follow up with anything he said "You
mean you like to do stuff....well.....like the same stuff as I......you
know.........like....."

I laughed to get him relaxed. "I mean that I am gay too kiddo, that's why I
rescued you, if I was a homophobic security guard then I would have left
you you to get whatever punishment was coming".

"I'm not gay!" he said defensively and a little too quickly. "I just like
to.......you know".

It was fairly typical for a lad his age to deny being gay. That was fine.
It did not mean that he wasn't. Based on what I had witnessed in the
toilets it was crystal clear that he enjoyed men getting his pants off. The
chap who had knocked me flying on the stairwell has missed out on a real
treat.

I decided to take the plunge, it was too good an opportunity to miss.

"Look Brandon, I understand if you say no. If you don't want to then I will
just drop you at home but I just wondered if you would like to come back to
my house, to finish off whatever you had got stared in the toilets. We can
relax there, no CCTV, no gorillas, no police, not even anybody pretending
to be a social worker! Just me and you ..........and my bed - what do you
think?"

His eyes lit up with excitement and a huge grin broke out on his tear
stained face "Really!!!! Fucking awesome.....I would love it........are you
serious!!!!".

And that was how, four weeks ago, I first met Brandon!

As I drove across town to meet with him at the park I was already as horny
as hell, especially after getting nothing more than a cuddle out of Adam
earlier! Brandon had turned out to be the most highly sexed kid I had ever
had the fortune to take to bed and I cant think of much we had not done in
the bed department over the last few weeks - he was a very versatile
youngster!

I pulled into the deserted car park and my headlights caught him leaning
against the wall. The big mischievous grin on his face and the fact that
his hand was already plunged down the front of his sweat pants told me that
I was in for a great evening!

End of Part Two

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