A Special Treat in Town

I was in town stopped at an outdoor cafe for a snack lunch and noticed a striking image of a boy. As luck would have it, we even spoke a little!

He was wearing an orange t-shirt with a cool design and short pants, I noticed he didn't wear socks with his tennis shoes. What really caught my eye was that he had both of his hands inside his pockets and possibly playing around with his stuff. It was confirmed when I noticed he had a good size tent going on inside those pants.

 He approached my table and asked if he could use the Ketchup, he didn't have any at his. I obliged happily, he flashed an innocent yet winning smile at me.Without a word he returned to his seat. I looked down to hide my own smile, it was a charmed moment, I suppose it stirred a joyful romp in my mind. Wandering through my youth, remembering some of the young guys I knew so very well. I might have stayed longer, catching a few scant glimpses of him as he dined awaiting whomever he should be with. But in this entangled moment, I wanted to imagine him alone and unguided. Since I had to get some clothes shopping done. I bravely stood and passed by his table, we both made eye contact, he owned me once more, tilting his head delivering the final blow of yet another enchanting smile. I nodded and left him behind with his burger and fries, expecting that this was the maximum treat for my day.

 Strangely, he soon walked into the same clothing store I was in, a couple of doors away from the cafe. He started to walk towards me with both of his hands in his pockets still playing with his stuff. He walked up to me and smiled and asked if he could also look for some shorts.
"I need to buy small men clothes I've already out-grew boys clothes."
"Sure, umm how tall are you?" I asked
"I am five foot two." "I weigh 100 pounds."
I said, "Maybe you need size 28 or 29?"
He started shuffling through the racks and confidently nodded accepting my hint.
I asked him how old he was.
"I am twelve." he told me.
"You sure are tall for your age." I remarked.
"My older brother is lots taller than me, he is fourteen." "Mom tells us she only had tall boys."
I thought to myself,  I bet something else is larger, by the size of the bulge he has going on inside his pants. I remained silent on that thought. I struggled for a passable topic.

"So, Why aren't you in school?"
"I am home schooled". was his quick reply.
"Do you like being home schooled?" I asked
"Yes, because no one picks on me any more."

I told him how it was like when I was in public school at his age. He laughed when I told him about how I had to go to the bathroom outside. He asked me if we had to go behind a tree whenever the bathrooms were not working in the school house, "No," I explained  "Our bathrooms were outside, not inside the school house."

We talked some about what he does for home school studies. All the while we were talking, he was still playing with his stuff.  I remember after a while, he pulled both of his hands out of his pockets and there was good sized tent inside his shorts. He looked at me and smiled. I had to wonder if he felt we had connected upon the same level of being a young dude. Maybe because of me casually talking about us guys and bathrooms, gave him some comfort in his shameless erection.

The obvious words didn't need to be said. I told him to have a good a day and he said,
"I will, and you have a good day also."

My quandary, maybe he did know, or maybe he was blindly daft, how he had just made my day a whole lot better. We shook each others hand and went on our way.

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