#Abuse #Gay #Mature #Tween
By Powerbottom
I was pulling off the highway to stop at a rest stop, and I noticed at a picnic table there were two figures sitting together and a rustbucket parked in the lot. As I got closer, I realized that the figures were a mom and her son, eleven years old, and their clothes were in about the same condition as the car. After I peed, I had a moment of pity and bought a few snacks from the vending machine they had there, figuring I could help keep them fed for a few hours anyway.
When I went over to speak to them, the mother asked if I wanted to “buy a hot piece of ass”. I was initially shocked that she’d proposition me in front of her child, but then she clarified it was his ass she was selling. I was still shocked, of course, buy sorely tempted; I hadn’t fucked a twink whore in years, felt like, and never one this young. I sat down at the table across from them, handed out snacks and we started talking.
The conversation started with her handing him some trail mix and whispering in his ear, at which point he got up, moved to my side of the table, sat down and started massaging my cock right there at the table while he munched on trail mix with his free hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was curious as hell about every part of this situation, so naturally I asked questions, which she had no problem with. I asked what kind of stuff he’d done in the past; she said he sucked cock, and I could also have his ass if I wanted, then she started listing off things he’d done in the past for high-paying clients; rimjobs, dogs, piss, horses, dildo shows. I asked how this started, and she said she’d caught him and a friend exploring each other when they were both single digit ages; she figured if he was going to be a faggot, she might as well get a few bucks out of him. I asked if there was anything that was actually off the table, and she said that for two hundred dollars she’d drive off and leave him with me forever; if that meant the cops finding his body washed up on a riverbank, then that’s what I paid for.
While we were talking, the kid still hadn’t said anything, and had fished out my cock and was giving me a pretty spectacular handjob. Guess that was the going price for a meal, I didn’t tell him to or anything. I felt like returning the favor, so I unzipped his pants and started jacking off his finger-sized cock. I got a weird look from both of them; apparently tenderness wasn’t exactly common, but I liked giving. Honestly, I was surprised his junk wasn’t covered in cigarette burns.
Anyway, after we’d talked enough to hammer out a price, I bought the fifty dollar package. Me and him went in the restroom together, and I’ll let your imagination fill in what happened. Suffice to say he got some more tender treatment, and some that he was more used to. Afterwards, I drove off and haven’t seen or heard from them since.
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By Powerbottom
#Abuse #Gay #Mature #Tween
