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We were somewhere in the Carolinas, maybe South, maybe North, stretching our legs at one of those sleepy roadside stops you only find off smaller exits. There was a picnic table, a vending machine, and a bathroom that probably hadn’t been cleaned since Christmas. I was with my boyfriend and our dog, Mazie, our trip mascot, on our long drive back from Florida to New York.
The drive had been good for me so far. 8 Hours in, I love the long rhythm of the highway. I especially love seeing families on the move, along the same journey, their kids sporting road trip hair, tired parents, and their teenagers with headphones and sunburnt shoulders. Mazie was sniffing around under a patch of trees when a sleek SUV pulled into the lot and parked beside us. Out spilt a family, all blonde and sun-kissed as they could be, like they’d stepped out of a Swiss catalogue. There was Mom and Dad, a disgruntled teenage girl on her phone, and then there was... him. He was a boy, no older than ten or eleven, with cute eyes, a little button nose, a lanky kind of kid who glowed from within. He didn't seem to want anything to do with his sister as he piled out last from their van, picking up a stone from the road and then throwing it before his boy radar set its sights directly on Mazie.
“Oh my god, he’s so cute,” he said, running over and crouching down a few feet away.
I couldn't have agreed more, only it wasn't the dog I was thinking about. The rest of his family soon joined in, coming over and petting Mazie and asking the usual questions. What’s his name? How old? The typical stuff. Thankfully, my boyfriend answered most of their queries, while I just stood there and watched. I wasn't staring exactly, but it was as if I were under the boy's spell - his voice, his easy smile, the way he waited for permission before reaching out to pet.
“Can I hold him?” he asked, choosing to ask me instead of who had been talking with them.
“Sure,” I stammered. “He likes boys."
He scooped our dog up so gently, like he was made of glass, Mazie nuzzling right into his shoulder. He stood holding Mazie like he was something precious, not just a dog, but a creature he already knew and loved. There was something unbearably sweet about the moment, too: his arms, his calmness, the way the sunlight touched his soft face. Our dog's happy little puppy tail wagged lazily while he licked the air near the boy's chin, clearly as smitten with the young lad as I was.
“He usually doesn’t react this fast,” my boyfriend commented, chuckling and winking at me. I glared back, immediately catching his double meaning.
“Animals always like me,” the boy said with a grin, half proud, half like it was just a fact of his life. His hair fell into his eyes a little, and he didn’t brush it away.
“His name’s Mazie?” he asked, still rocking her a little.
“Yeah,” I said. “Mazie Mae, technically, but he only gets the full name when he’s been naughty.”
The boy laughed at that, and I did too. His mom had already wandered back over to the vending machines with the girl, and his dad was leaning against the SUV, stretching his arms and yawning without shame.
“He’s so warm,” he said, still cuddling Mazie like a plush toy he didn’t want to give back. “I wish we had a dog.”
“He’d probably go with you if you asked,” I said, only half-joking. “He’s a sucker for cute boys.”
"He's not the only one." My boyfriend chuckled again.
"Shut up, man", I mouthed silently and aggressively back in his direction.
A beat passed. Maybe two. Then, as if on cue, his mom called out, “Time to hit the road, Jesse!” My heart ached. Jesse. Jesse gave Mazie one last squeeze and gently handed him back to me, brushing his fur off the front of his T-shirt.
“Thanks for letting me hold her,” he said, stepping back but not quite turning away yet.
“Of course,” I said, suddenly wishing I had something more to offer. “Have a good trip.”
Jesse trotted back toward the SUV, me watching his little jean-clad butt until it was too far away to appreciate. The younger girl waved at Mazie from the window, and the mom gave a warm smile. Even the dad gave a friendly nod as they pulled out, tires crunching over loose gravel.
"Damn.." My boyfriend finally said once they were out of sight.
"Yeah. You can say that again. He was gorgeous."
They were gone, just like that, leaving only the road, silence and my dumb smile left behind. I stood there a few seconds longer than I meant to, still holding Mazie, replaying the whole thing in my head. I didn’t know what the feeling was exactly. I had watched countless families during our road trips, but there had just been something... different about him.
Mazie licked my wrist and squirmed, wanting down, so I set him on the ground, only for him to immediately jump into the car, deciding for us that it was time to leave. I glanced once more where their SUV had disappeared, then climbed in after, my boyfriend turning on the ignition and nudging the air conditioning before pulling back onto the road.
“You alright?” he asked once we were moving.
“Yeah,” I said. "Just that kid. He was something."
We pulled back onto the road and eased into the right lane, the asphalt stretching out ahead like a ribbon. I settled into the seat, Mazie curled in my lap, the hum of the tires lulling me back into the rhythm of the drive. As the miles began to blur, I couldn’t shake the image of Jesse standing there in the sun, his young eyes bright, his shirt wrinkled. For the next hour or two, I couldn’t stop thinking about that kid as I drifted in and out, wishing I had done more.
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We’d been back on the road for a couple of hours when hunger started creeping in. We were somewhere in Virginia, though after a while, the states all blur together, just lines on a map sliding past the windshield. My boyfriend spotted a sign for food at the next exit, and we pulled off at a town big enough to have some actual options. Upon arrival, we noticed that it was one of those newer plazas, featuring a juice bar, a McDonald's, and, right in the middle, a wood-fired pizzeria with shaded outdoor seating.
“Finally,” my boyfriend said. “Something that didn’t come from a heat lamp.”
We parked, left Mazie in the car with the windows cracked, and headed toward the restaurant. The pizzeria was busier than expected, with families eating dinner, teenagers crowding the drink fountain, and a line stretching back toward the front door. I groaned a little, smelling the delicious food while eyeing the menu board, wondering whether it would be worth it to barge to the front of the queue. Everything looked delicious, it was just a matter of whether I could stand to wait that long.
“Where’s Mazie?” I heard, the sound of an angelic voice coming from behind me.
I turned, and for a second I genuinely thought I might be hallucinating.
There he was, the same boy, and the same family, already halfway through a large pizza in a booth by the window. The mom was sipping from a paper cup, the sister blowing bubbles in her soda. Dad was flipping through something on his phone while Jesse, beautiful little Jesse, was sitting at the edge of the booth, crust in hand, eyes locked on mine.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, my jaw dropping. "Jesse?"
“See? I told them we’d see you again,” Jesse said, tugging at his dad like he’d willed the whole thing into existence.
“You again,” my boyfriend said, nudging me with a knowing smirk.
Jesse ignored him and kept his attention on me, which only made me like him more. “Where’s Mazie?” he repeated, expectant.
“In our car,” I said. “AC’s on. Living the good life.”
Jesse nodded, satisfied. “He liked me,” he said confidently, taking another bite of pizza. "He licked me."
“I’m sure he did,” I said, before stumbling over the words... “He’s got excellent taste.”
Jesse beamed. His mom gave a small wave from behind her cup, and his dad offered another polite nod. It was surreal, accidentally bumping into each other across states, an accidental reunion in the middle of nowhere.
“Bathroom break while we wait?” My boyfriend suggested, noticing that the line for food was barely moving.
“Yeah,” I said. "I'll go."
I gave a slight wave to the family, then started weaving my way toward the bathrooms.
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As I neared the door, a small shape parted past me, shoulder brushing mine just enough to jolt me out of autopilot.
“Hey, watch it, pal!” I called out, half-laughing.
“You’re slow,” Jesse chuckled.
“I didn’t know we were racing,” I shot back.
He giggled and slipped into the restroom like it was a game we’d both agreed to play. I pushed open the bathroom door a few seconds later, the clack of my footsteps oddly loud on the white tile. It was one of those one-size-fits-all restrooms, two urinals, two stalls, sinks lining the far wall beneath a fluorescent strip. The place was empty, save for me and Jesse, he choosing to take the furthest urinal, roughly rummaging with his clothes. I stood at the urinal further down, my eyes picking up his darting over, then back up, almost too quickly to catch.
I hesitated mid-step. Had he just...No... Probably nothing. Still, I felt the hair on my neck shift, awareness prickling in a way that didn’t make sense but also didn’t feel wrong. He just stood there for a second longer, then the unmistakable rumble of boypee on metal began to rain. Soon after, my stream joined his in a kind of pee duet, both of us remaining silent, amidst our natural need.
He finished up first, his little hose emptied as he made his way back toward the bathroom sinks. I was still going, maybe nerves, maybe something else, but I caught his eyes looking at my downstairs again, and this time less discreetly.
“Eyes up here, buddy,” I said, half-teasing, half-defensive, a crooked smile playing on my lips as I shook off and zipped.
Jesse flushed pink, but he didn’t look away. “Wasn’t looking,”
he said, way too quickly to be convincing. Then he added, quieter, “Much.”
I let out a soft laugh, one that surprised even me. There was something strangely innocent in the way he said it, like a kid pushing boundaries, not quite knowing where they were. I joined him at the sink, shoulder to shoulder, hands working the soap, water rushing down in twin streams.
“There is a little hole between those stalls behind us", Jesse remarked as we looked up at one another in the bathroom mirror, the pair of vacant rooms behind us.
“Oh yeah?” I replied, more amused than anything else. “And what makes you so familiar with the architectural quirks of this fine establishment?”
He shrugged, eyes flicking toward the stalls. “I noticed it last time I came here.”
There was something in his tone, not mischievous exactly, but like a secret he wanted to share. He turned and headed toward the specified stall, the door squeaking as it closed behind him. I stood there for a second longer, then followed, stepping into the one beside his.
The walls were made of the usual flimsy plasticy kind, graffiti scrawled in faded marker and scratched in with keys. Sure enough, Jesse was right, there was a small hole near waist level, barely larger than a marker.
“See?” Jesse’s voice came softly through the gap.
I leaned a little closer. Through the hole, I could just make out a sliver of the stall next to me and the front of Jesse's pants. It reminded me of being a kid again, when even the most ordinary spaces could become something mysterious. His head bobbed down, and I was reminded again of his gorgeous face and blond hair, my heart fluttering at the possibilities.
“You think someone made this on purpose?” I asked dumbly, his ocean blue eye peering through the quarter-sized hole. I saw a flash of Jesse's teeth as he grinned, the corners of his mouth twitching, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous curiosity.
"Maybe," he replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He ran his fingers over the edge of the hole, then poked a couple right through. "My friends at school say people like to stick their dicks through these. Do you think it is one of those?"
The words caught me off guard. Not because they were surprising, but because of how simply and sincerely he said them. No teasing, no sarcasm. Like he already knew the lay of the land. "I don't think mine would fit," I said, hesitating as the words exited my mouth.
"Do you think mine would?" Jesse answered.
"I...uh..."
A pause, then I could hear the rustling of his clothes from the other side. The wall creaked as he pressed his hand against it, next, I heard unzipping, then the soft pop of a copper button. I looked up, my heart racing, not believing he was about to do what I thought he was doing. There was more rustling, some more shuffling, before he stood himself flush against the wall, pushing his boy-sized dick through the narrow hole. “Huh, it fits,” he said casually from the other side. “Can you see it?"
I dared to look down, and sure enough, there was the most precious boy-cock I had ever laid eyes on. It was smaller than my boyfriend's, of course, small enough to fit through the gap, pinky flesh-coloured skin with baby-smooth skin. His cock was hairless, pint-sized, and I managed to catch a few glimpses of his pale pink balls, too, just visible on the other side. "What do you think?" Jesse asked from the other side.
"Think of what?"
"My dick," Jesse giggled.
"I didn't look yet," I muttered, a blatant lie.
"I bet you are."
The head of his cock bounced slightly, as if he knew he was right. His cherry red glans were perfectly bulbed and round, and I could see that had he not been hard, his milky foreskin would have just about covered the end. A tiny wetness was already collecting around his pee hole, though I couldn't be sure whether that was from anticipation or from his brief stop at the urinal only moments later. Why the hell not, I thought, feeling a rush of adrenaline from inside. "Here goes nothing," I murmured under my breath, lowering myself to my knees.
"You can suck me if you want." Jesse offered, hearing my movement from the other side.
I leaned in nice and close, the natural perfume of his pre-teen cock intoxicating, the fresh smell of prepubescent cock. There was only the slightest hint of pee there from his earlier actions; otherwise, his funk reached something young. It was an aroma that had long since faded on my boyfriend, raw, like cookie dough, with the promise of more to come. And as my lips met the underside of his glans, his young cock bobbed in reaction. I heard him gasp. I heard his feet shuffle. This was really happening.
"Oh man... " Jesse whispered from the other side, his crotch pressed up hard against the hole, the coolness of the wall countered by the warmth of my mouth. Heat radiated from his fragrant cock, as it jerked and danced inside my mouth, his high-pitched moans telling me that all my tricks were working wonders on this sex young boy. "Fuck, that feels so good," he muttered as my lips met the underside of his glans. Again, his young cock bobbed in reaction, before I encased the rest of his few short inches within my lips.
Jesse let out a series of sharp breaths, and my mind wandered, wondering what climax was like for a boy his age. Even from the other side, I could sense his body tensing, his hands running down the walls, my mind racing, trying to anticipate what might happen next. Would he even be able to cum, and would it be a lot? I didn't want this moment to end, but I knew someone his age probably couldn't last long.
"Uh...I think I'm gonna...," Jesse warned, his voice whining with pleasure.
Holding back a moan, Jesse's hips jolted forward, his cock pulsing into my mouth like a plug. Warm spurts of his pre-juvenile juice shot out, not thick, but liquid, his salty offering foreign yet strangely familiar. His moans became louder, filling the bathroom stall, as his body quaking from the sensations. I took a deep breath, as I felt the last spurts hit the back of my throat, swallowing reflexively.
"Wow," I breathed, pulling away to catch my breath, Jesse's softening cock vanishing back through the other side. "That was intense."
Chuckling a little from the other side, Jesse replied, "Yeah, I wasn't sure if you would actually do it. "
"Me neither..."
I got back to my feet, my heart aching a little as I heard Jesse get dressed again, the rustle of clothes and shifting feet filling the quiet. When he stepped out of his stall, his face was a little more flushed than when I last saw it, smiling back at me when our eyes eventually met. We washed up for the second time, side by side, the water gushing, the soap squelching, the fluorescent lights above buzzing with the same tired hum.
When we got outside, the sunlight had dimmed just slightly, and his family was gathering near their car. My boyfriend was waiting at a table with an order number, giving me a side eye, and Mazie was watching it all from a distance.
“I guess this is it,” Jesse said. "It was nice, um...talking to you.”
“You too, Jesse.”
He gave me a final wave and jogged off toward his car. Our eyes met for just one last time, he smiled, gave a single nod, and disappeared as the door shut behind him.