He frolicked and darted around, giggling and teasing me for hour after wonderful hour just like a very playful puppy.He frolicked and darted around, giggling and teasing me for hour after wonderful hour just like a very playful puppy. Life was one big game for him. I knew that his life had not been a happy one until now and it was good to see him laughing and giggling like a boy is supposed to. He also needed to let off 'steam' like any ten-year-old boy. I don't know where he found the energy. Maybe it was the eggs he had for breakfast but for a while I began to think that he wasn't the same boy that I had found by the side of the freeway. I pretended to ignore his exposed body whenever I thought he might realize that I was looking at him, but otherwise I ogled the boy continually. As he lounged around helping me set up his new train set, then as I played with him, I was bombarded by his legs, his thighs, his groin and his beautiful little butt. The boy was still badly bruised in front but his small rounded behind was perfect. When he squatted or kneeled and leaned forward I got view after view of his firm pinched cheeks and many glimpses of the final treasure, his deep crack parted and revealing his little button. The inside of his crack was still white from the Zinc Oxide that I had applied after breakfast so his opening was easy to spot as the little dark hole in the very center. Every time I saw the purplish-brown bruises on his groin and lower belly I got angry. If I had Luis in front of me I would have killed him without any hesitation. Besides my ever-erect cock and trying to keep my hands off Rafael, the biggest problem that I struggled with was what to do about Luis. From the story that Rafael told me I knew that sooner or later Luis would find him. I also knew that the body of the little girl might never be found, particularly if the alligators found her first. As I played with Rafael my mind returned again and again as I tried to decide what to do. With luck, a good plan might also get rid of Luis. Playing with the train set was more fun than I'd had in many years. As the afternoon wore on I slowly realized that the little boy was really only ten years old. He grinned and shouted as our trains stopped and loaded and chugged off around the track. He took control and assigned me the role of chief engineer and we pretended we ran trains in 1880, complete with train robbers and Indian attacks. |