Chapter 1 Encounter

It was already Friday night when, on his way home, Miguel saw a beautiful dark-skinned boy with a somewhat stocky build but well-defined muscles, carrying a dirty and old backpack, wearing a white sleeveless shirt with some stains, ripped and old jeans, and a cap. The boy was on the other side of the traffic light, begging for money, even though there weren't many cars in the area, but people always asked for money near the train tracks. Miguel knew that if he wanted to have a chance with this mulatto boy, he had to get to the other side of the street, and with luck, the boy would be taking refuge under the electric tower or behind the fountain, and he could reach him. As soon as the traffic light turned green, Miguel accelerated, turned around, and waited, watching for the traffic light to turn red again, so he could move forward and observe the boy from the corner. Luckily, no other cars were passing, and he would have the opportunity to talk to the boy. He moved forward and stopped, looking to see if the boy would approach him, and indeed, he saw that the boy had some blankets behind the fountain, which was his chance. The boy began to approach, and Miguel saw him better now, his facial features were fine, with well-defined cheekbones, but not very wide, a small but somewhat long nose, and hypnotic green eyes that stood out in his tanned skin. His muscles were broad and defined, and the sleeveless shirt highlighted his large chest and strong shoulders, although he wasn't very tall, about 5'7" or 5'5", which Miguel hoped would give him a physical advantage if needed, being 6'1" himself and more muscular than the boy. Miguel had already prepared some coins, but he was hoping to get something more. As soon as the boy leaned on his window and started talking, Miguel listened attentively, and the boy told him that he was from Honduras and was trying to get to the United States because he had to support his parents. Miguel gave him the coins, 25 pesos, which was not common for someone to give him that much. Miguel put his plan into action and asked the boy if he had a place to stay. The boy's eyes widened, and he said that he didn't, but it wasn't very cold, and if he gave the police some money, they wouldn't bother him. The traffic light turned green, but still, no cars were passing. Miguel continued talking, knowing he had to say something to not lose the opportunity to have the boy. He told the boy that it wasn't safe to be on the streets at that hour and that he could take him to his house, where he could change his clothes. The boy looked stupid and said, "Ummm, this...". Miguel responded with a severe look, "Or if you don't want to, you don't have to, but it would be better for you." His penis was throbbing, and he began to desire hitting the boy, who finally agreed to go with him. The boy ran to get his things, and Miguel saw his large buttocks, which made him rub his penis, finding it exciting to watch him run. The boy returned with his blan...