Perverts 'R' Us

A Happier Meal

By Graye ( M/b(8), oral, anal, pedo )

WARNING: This piece contains graphic sexual depictions of a legal adult and a legal child. If it is illegal for you to view this for any reason (your age, state, nation, etc.), turn back now or accept the possible legal repercussions. This piece is fiction and is in no way connected to anyone real.

Most people complain about their jobs, but I think I got most of them beat. I'm twenty-six years old and still employed at the local McDonalds. I'm on my way to being a manager, which means I can stand around and do less for more, but even then it sucks. It's still about flipping burgers, serving fries, and repeating the type-written lines we've been given.

But I'm sure you didn't log on to read my whining. You came to read about a little something that happened a few weeks back. So let good old Tristan tell you a story that makes you wish you were there.

We just got one of those big McDonalds indoor playgrounds installed. All of the kids in town freaked when they saw it. I thought the increase in business was going to be minimal, but flustered parents brought their kids in like pied pipers. Anything to get them to shut up about the playground, I'd imagine. I don't mind it, though, because it's the kids that don't bother me at work.

I'm not too much of a "kids" person, but sometimes it's the difference that makes it for my job. I know when they go home, the stupid little toys will get thrown out and they'll move on, but while they are here, they love it. And the playground, well! The screams and giggles are all the evidence I need that happiness exists somewhere.

But anyway, we close early on Tuesdays because we have no manager capable of working nights then (something I'd gladly do, if they would promote me). By 5:30, most everyone has cleared out. I get paid a little extra for closing up myself when my manager runs for his nightly AA meetings, so it is really just me by the end of the day. This last Tuesday was different, though.

At 5:00 PM I noticed him. Cute kid, no older than nine. He was sitting at a table all by himself. No parents, no friends. Policy says I should be concerned, but he looked like he was just waiting for whomever, so I let him be.

After a few minutes, he ran off into the playground. His parents could have been just out of sight in the play area. Who knows? I didn't really remember seeing him at the register (I normally don't forget the kids' smiling faces), but fast food doesn't always let you take your time and look your customers in the eye. I didn't have time to keep track of him, since my adolescent co-workers and I had our hands full, so I didn't think much of it.

By 5:30, though, the place was quiet as usual. As I got out the dust pan to start sweeping the floor, I saw him again. The little boy was sitting in the tubes. Dusty blonde hair cut short, blue tee-shirt and jean shorts. He wasn't fat or skinny, really; just an average kid. Normally, a straggler or two wouldn't bother me, but I couldn't see any parents, or anyone else for that matter, in the building. The two dweebs from the local high school had gone home and the big family walked out with their food. There wasn't anyone left but me and the kid.

Now I was worried. Cute as he was, this was something the manager was supposed to deal with. Abandonment or runaways were not things in my job description. In fact, regular employees aren't allowed to deal with these situations at all. As much as I loved policy, the kid needed to be taken care of and I was the only one there. With a sigh, I put the dust pan aside, along with the broom and strolled casually over to the playground area.

The playground was a padded wonderland. You could run into or fall on anything, because it never hurt. Between the tube slides, ball pits, and net climbing ropes, it was a paradise for the imaginative young tyke. Or, at least, that's that the corporate brochure said. In truth, it was a bunch of multi-colored plastic tubing with some plastic, hollow balls next to it. But hey, let's not kill the joy for the kids.

The little boy was still running around in the tubing. The sound reminded me of a Godzilla gerbil or something. I couldn't see anything, but the darkened shadow through the almost-opaque surface. He shot around in there like a ferret or something. I started to wonder if he came with the playground: your free human-mole with every purchase.

Not knowing what else to do, I knocked on the plastic cylinders. "Hey buddy! Can you come on outta there for a minute?"

The kid stopped dead for a few seconds before slowly crawling to the slide and slowly edging out of his caverns. When I met him at the bottom, my heart skipped a beat. He was a healthy young lad, probably more like eight years old. His blue tee had some cartoon characters I recognized from a toy two months ago on it. I thought I saw the hint of leftover baby-fat on his belly. He wasn't round, but he wasn't a marathon runner. Hip-hugging blue jeans kept a fix on his cute waist and ran down to his knees. His skin, especially around the legs, was flawless. My first thought was that he was made of buttermilk.

Did I forget to mention the face? That dusty-blonde hair had some neat highlights to it, almost like a spiral effect on his head. Everything was in proportion. And his eyes were green. I had never seen eyes like his.

I was hot for kids from the start, but not like this. This was more like love.

It took me a few seconds to gain my composure. I dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me?" I thought to myself. Instead, I said what I'd been told to say. "Hey there! Are you here with anyone?"

"No," the boy said, hopping off of the edge of the slide.

"You know, you aren't supposed to be here without a parent or somebody."

This kid seemed to ignore me from there on in. He took it upon himself to walk right past me and off towards the ball pit. Now, for legal reasons, we aren't allowed to lay a finger on a child. There is the assumption that we can get the parents to cooperate if a child is causing problems. Here, however, it was different. I couldn't leave him here. I had to close down the store!

"Hey, buddy! We're closing up soon. I can't leave you here. Where are your parents?" I asked, frustrated.

Still, no luck. With a skip and a jump, off he went into the balls. Well, fine! If he wasn't going to listen, I was going to have to catch him, even if it meant dragging my ass through those damn tubes. When I reached the ball pit, he seemed to be enjoying himself there, burying himself in giant gumball- looking plastic pieces. The ball pit isn't tiny, so it isn't a matter of just reaching over and yanking him out. It's more like wading through a little backyard pool. So, I hopped in after him.

As soon as he heard those balls rustling, the sea of balls erupted into a monsoon of rainbow. Balls flew everywhere as he shot out and towards the tube entrance on the other end.

"Oh no you don't!" I growled (perhaps a bit too fiercely).

As he scrambled into the tube, I made a leap to catch semblance of boy. As luck would have it, I got him by the legs. But what were his legs quickly became a fistful of jeans. As I tried to pull him back, I couldn't help but look up his pant leg and see his little tighty-whities. My distraction, however, became my boon and curse.

The bugger was good at escaping. Before I knew it, he was up in the tubes. The good news, however, was that he abandoned his shorts. I had them in my hands. I was in real trouble if the boss found out. But I was quite in heaven as well. This was a sort of fantasy of mine. Not exactly this, but a de-pants'ed boy in general. Throwing his pants aside in the balls, I started up the tubes myself.

I loved the view. It was a lot more work than I remembered, keeping up with that boy. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was a better size for this though. I wormed through the gerbil maze, desperately hoping to catch the little cherub. Who knew what I would do with him when I caught him? But all I knew was that my hands needed to get on that kid.

I caught up to him once and got hold of his shoes, but he pulled the same trick on me again. Two little shoes and a squirming boy putting distance between us. Not that I was complaining - a little boy in white socks and undies, with a clear view of his bottom the entire time. My cock was throbbing for him already, even though I knew I shouldn't. It didn't stop me from rushing after him, though.

We slid down the slide, one after another. I was a bit quicker on my feet though and, as he went for the ball pit again, my arm hooked around him. His force and my momentum carried us right into the ball pit. Orange, blue, and red exploded around us as we fell in.

When I finally got up, I had one struggling pile of boy under my arm. I had no intention of letting this sweet thing go until I got a few answers. So I marched both of us to the edge of the ball pit and sat right there on the step inside. I planted the young fugitive tightly between my legs with both of my arms locked around his chest. He sighed in defeat and I smiled.

"Pony up, buddy. What are you doin here?" He struggled a bit and went limp.

"Playin'."

"Where's your parents?"

"Somewhere else."

My arms were already relaxing around his chest a bit. The soft skin of such a creature was already getting to me. I let my hands become the things holding him in place. My fingers absent-mindedly made slight caressing movements to feel his milky, underdeveloped form.

"Where's home?"

"Down that way," he said, nodding his head.

I think there was a small neighborhood, but the nod wasn't exactly the Google Map direction tool. If it was that little place, it wouldn't be hard to get there and find his house. Assuming, of course, he would tell me more. My fingers brushed up against his nipples and stayed there. He wasn't resisting, so fondling them became automatic. The movement of his chest changed a little bit. He wasn't unaffected.

"So what happens when this place closes and I kick you out?" I asked quietly, leaning closer to his ear.

"I can stay in here," he replied, not moving his head.

My left hand left his nipple for his stomach. He had a round little tummy, something he hadn't exactly gotten rid of from previous years. He probably wasn't the little league star, but I kinda preferred it that way. Little boys sculpted like mini gay porn stars are not what I'm about. I want the natural boy.

"I can't just let you stay," I whispered. My fingers moved past his belly, slid over his underoos to one of his bare thighs. They were of fine silk for certain. Sun had not seen there for a long time. No hair fought my touch as I ran it up and down his leg slowly, enjoying every inch.

"Sure… you can…" he whispered back, unsure of what was really happening.

"People will find you in the morning," I told him as my thumb found the leg hole of his undies and played with it. I wasn't ready to rip off the last bastion of decency for him yet. My cock pulsed against his back through my pants. Very soon, but not yet.

"I'll hide in the…"

My nose nuzzled up against his neck, towards his front side. I would have this boy tonight. I couldn't stop now. The way his belly and abdomen curved, how he shifted against me when I hit a spot he liked; even how he pulled his head to the side when I went for his neck… He was perfect.

He liked it when I rubbed underneath his thighs, but it was time for the sweetest spot of all. My fingers followed the contours of his legs to the borderline, where his underwear began. Instead of jumping right in, I came to his crotch over his tighty-whities. His little cocklet was waiting for me, almost fully erect. That quickly changed when the palm of my hand enveloped his crotch as a whole. My fingers wrapped around underneath to massage the muscles there as I caressed his package. He shifted against me more roughly and my hand followed. He was cut, I could tell, which was how I preferred it. I began to kiss and nibble gently on his neck.

He whimpered, almost too quietly to hear. That turned me on so much more. My restricting hand left him to undo the buttons of my polo. He had gone limp, so I stopped only long enough to pull my shirt off from under him. The skin on skin contact was a bolt of lightning. His back on my chest sent shivers all through me. I couldn't wait any longer!

I stood up while simultaneously lifting his almost naked body with me. I went straight back into the ball pit. It seemed like the only comfortable place to lie. The childish atmosphere made it that much more erotic.

Surrounded by a child's dream-home, deep in the play pit, I laid my new lover down. I undid my pants and threw them aside, next to the boy's shorts. I got down on my knees before him and ran my hands across his little body one more time before hooking his waistband for the moment of truth. One hand went underneath him at the small of his unblemished back while the other came to his side.

With my palms wide against him, I pushed his little undies down and to his ankles. The entire trip, I found the smoothest skin, from his plump rump to his cute calves. And there he was, clad in nothing but socks. A natural boy. His abdomen grew paler, like his thighs, and led in a girlish V-shape to the prize of the night: Grade A, pure cut, perfectly portioned boy-toy. His little rod couldn't have been more than three inches, cut, and totally hairless. Two little marbles were in his sack, drawn tight to his body from the cooler air of the pit.

I reached underneath him to grip his ass as my face came down to begin worship. Each hand took a cheek and began to squeeze and massage it. They were firm, but soft. I couldn't get enough of feeling them. Meanwhile, my mouth had its own precious gifts. I started from his belly, kissing and caressing his wonderful body with my lips and tongue.

I followed the lines of his abdomen down to the best part of this happy meal. My nose traced the bottom of his little dickie from scrotum to tip. I pressed my cheek to it, hoping to remember its exact shape so close to my face. I snaked my tongue out and ran it from base to tip, stopping to push a bit on the slit. Consumed with my ministrations, the boy involuntarily thrust up into my face as my tongue broke away. I wouldn't give him that kind of pleasure so quickly. I came down to his tiny testicles, which were sucked into his abdomen from the pleasure. I licked his sack for a moment before pushing my lips against his abdomen, forcing it back out, then quickly took it into my mouth. I tugged on it a little, rolling it about this way and that. My hands could feel his butt muscles contracting. He was getting eager, as was I.

I finally abandoned all delay and returned to his prick. In an instant, I consumed it to the base in my hot, horny mouth. He let out a puppy dog whine as my tongue assaulted every nerve on his penis. I paid special attention right underneath the head, which was my sweet spot. I reveled in the taste such a sweet boy-treat. The young freeloader's legs twitched and spread, trying to get a grip to really force himself closer and closer to that pleasure.

As I held his little butt, though, there was only so much he could do. I stepped up the speed, sucking harder and faster on his puppy nail. He groaned and began to spasm, coming inches to orgasm. Without missing a beat, one of my fingers slid right between his crack and began to strongly rub his love hole. My other hand pulled over to his chest and began to rub him all over, especially his nipples. The boy arched his back violently and squealed as my finger pushed in a little and his prick exploded in sparkling sensation.

I kept him shivering for a few moments afterwards with my finger in his butt before he finally calmed down, tired and dazed from the experience. I grinned widely. He would definitely not be the only person who got off tonight. I dropped my boxers and didn't wait. I waded through the multi-colored pool to his face and ran the head of my throbbing cock around his youthful face.

Pre-cum stretched like glue down his cheek. As he still panted from the passion, I pushed forward, placing my rod right into his mouth. His eyes widened a bit, suddenly realizing what was going on. I coaxed his head to get to work on my cock, pushing it forward and backward. He was soon naked on his side, working me well enough. I wanted to fuck him silly, but I didn't want to scare him either. His mouth would have to be good enough for the moment.

After about a minute, I got a bit too eager. I took over as my mind spun over the sensation on my dick. I grabbed hold of his face and began to hump back. He tried to keep up, but I began to move too fast. I couldn't stop myself. He was too hot. His little body, naked except for a few colorful balls now on top of him, writhed under me as I pumped in and out of the most willing of his holes. The boy closed his eyes as I hit critical mass.

Cum rocketed down his throat in volleys that soon built up. After the second, white globs obscenely squeezed out between my cock and his widely-stretched lips. It dribbled down his chin like drool. After finishing up in his mouth, I pulled out to see my cum stretched out like sticky peanut butter in his gaping mouth. My knees gave out a little and I fell to sitting in the balls with my little lover.

I pulled him close and lay with him, rubbing his body for over an hour until he fell asleep. God I wanted his cherry, but I would not be violently raping anyone. I had a conscience. This kid gave himself to me. Maybe it was in the hopes that I would let him live there, or maybe just not to kick him out. Who knew why he appeared there? All I knew was that, for once, having my job didn't suck. To me, McDonalds was the best job I could hope to hook.

Submit feedback to Perverts R Us by clicking here.