First, I should tell you about myself. My name is Paul and I have always been attracted to young boys, especially between the ages of 6 and 13. I love the way they look, I love their personalities, I love everything about them.

There is a park not too far from where I live which I go to often so I can watch cute boys play. Today was no different. First, I had to pick up some lunch at a fast food restaurant.

I was not particularly hungry, but I needed an excuse for being in the park. I parked my car in the small gravel parking lot and then I walked over to sit alone at one of the unoccupied picnic tables.

While I was sitting at the table secretly admiring the boys as they played, a baseball landed near me. It bounced a couple of times, rolled on the cement, and came to rest near my foot.

"Mister, could you throw me that please?", said one of the boys, a real cutie with blond hair. I would later learn that his name was Sean. I said "Sure kid." and I tossed him the ball. I could not help but notice his bubble butt as he walked away. I thought to myself just how much I would love to have a boy like that, but unfortunately I was not married and I had no kids of my own.

While I pondered my unfortunate life, I saw another car pull onto the gravel. A rather large man stepped out of the car and shouted "SEAN! GET OVER HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!"

He sounded furious. I was surprised at the way this man didn't care that others were watching the scene unfold. Sean immediately stopped what he was doing, and ran to the man who I now suspected was his father. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

I was wondering what this man was making such a big deal about, and while I noticed that the other few adults in the park were doing their best to ignore what was happening, I started paying closer attention.

Sean started crying, saying "Dad, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?", I thought. The kid was seemingly just playing baseball with his friends in the park. I continued to listen.

"I TOLD YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TO PLAY WITH THAT BOY JASON. HIS DAD IS A FAG AND I DON'T WANT ANY SON OF MINE HANGING AROUND THE CHILDREN OF FAGS. I TOLD YOU THAT IF I EVER CAUGHT YOU PLAYING WITH JASON AGAIN, YOU WOULD REGRET IT."

Sean was crying louder now, clearly embarassed at having this happen around other people. "Dad, I'm sorry. We were just playing baseball. I like playing with Jason."

"DON'T EVEN TRY THAT! GET IN THE CAR WE ARE GOING HOME RIGHT NOW!"

And then I watched as the boy got into the passenger side of the car, and the two of them drove off. I really felt bad for the kid. It's not his fault that he has an intollerant asshole for a father. I thought about how much of a better father I would be, but in any case I knew that it was not possible.

This incident of course did not stop my ritual of going to the park to admire the cute boys. While I visited the park a few times each week for several weeks, I did not see Sean among the other boys playing.

One evening while I was watching a cute boy running through the field flying a kite, I had to piss. I walked over to the bathroom and entered, and I heard the sound of crying. I moved closer and I noticed that one of the stalls was occupied by an obviously young boy who seemed to be crying his eyes out.

"Are you alright in there?", I said. "Yeah." came a response, along with some sniffles. "What's wrong?" I said. There was no response.

"Son, maybe if you come out here we can talk about it. Whatever it is, talking about it might help."

Then slowly the stall door opened, and who stood before me except for Sean, the same boy I had first seen about a month earlier. It took a minute to regain my composure. "Uhm, your name is Sean, isn't it?", I said.

"How did you know?"

"I heard your dad call you that when he was here and angry with you. I hope you know that there is nothing wrong with playing with boys you like, and your dad has no right to act that way to you."

My words seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. Sean looked at me and just shrugged his shoulders. "It is getting late. Do you have a way to get home?"

"I'll walk."

"You really should not be walking at night alone. How far away is your house?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not know? It's your own house."

The kid shrugged and said "I know how to get there. I just have to go to McDonalds, then to my house."

That struck me as a bit odd. The only McDonalds in this area was at least several streets away.

"That is an awfully far distance for someone to walk, plus it is so late. Why haven't you already gone home?"

"I don't know." was his response.

Maybe the kid just lost track of time, or maybe he was too depressed to think about it. Now that I had seen him like this, it was clear to me that his home life was far worse than even what I first suspected.

"I tell you what kid, I have my car just outside and I can drive you home. We can even pass by McDonalds and get some food, I bet you are hungry!"

At first he just said, "I'll be ok." Then as I watched his face I could see his young mind starting to think about my proposal. I could just imagine the thoughts going through his mind. "It sure is a far distance to walk, and this man is obviously nice, and I *am* hungry."

"Ok."

I smiled. I regretted that I had to take this kid to what was probably a hellish home life, but at least I would get to spend some time with him meanwhile.

"Ok kid, let's go." I said, and I started walking out. I did not expect it but he reached out and took my hand as I was walking. I smiled, and walked out holding his hand.

I did not know how much time had passed, but the park seemed to be empty now. Only my car was in the parking lot. I checked my watch, and I noticed that the park would be closing in about 15 minutes. I walked Sean over to my car and we both got in.

As we buckled our seat belts, I couldn't help but notice that Sean had stopped crying completely. He was clearly still upset, but he seemed to be better. I thought about how terrible it was I was delivering him to the same man who was almost certainly responsible for his crying to begin with.

And then I had a thought. No one had seen us. Could I take this boy to MY house? Wow.. so risky! But at the same time I loved the idea. But how could I tell him? No, I need to just get that idea out of my head. I need to drive him home, and then hope for the best.

My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy voice asking, "What is your name?" "Oh, I'm Paul. It is nice to meet you Sean." "You too.", he responded.

As we approached the drive through, I asked Sean what he would like to eat. He just responded "Whatever". I said "Ok, I will just get you a happy meal then." I placed our order, picked up our food, and then I pulled into the parking lot to start eating.

And that is when I decided. I *was* going to go through with it. Sean was going to be my boy, one way or another. I can totally get away with it. No one saw us at the park, and clearly his dad expects the boy to be walking home.

Instead of parking, I pulled onto the street and started driving in a different direction to where we were supposed to be going, hoping that Sean would not notice. Unfortunately, he did.

"Why are we going this way?", he said. I had to think fast.

"Sean, I really don't want to get food all over inside my car. I am hungry and I know you are too. We are going to take a quick stop at my house and eat there, and then I can drive you home."

"Oh. But I want to go home right now." was his response. "Shit", I thought. "Sean, it will just be for a short while, just long enough to eat our food. Then we can get back in the car and go home. We are almost there anyways, so just relax."

Sean started to look a little nervous, but he did not say anything. Ten minutes later I pulled into my garage, closed the garage door behind us, and said "We're here."

End Of Chapter 1