Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. What would you have done? There are times when opportunities present themselves and we simply have to make a decision - what should we do? Norman was a regular guy, not too handsome, not ugly, just normal. He had a young wife, more of a trophy wife, that used to bug the shit out of him. Always wanting more, acting as if she deserved it. Now Norman was well endowed, I'm talking a good 8 inches and hefty... just a super nice cock. And it seemed too much for his little trophy wife to get in her mouth. Oh, sure, she's take it in her cunt but her ass or her mouth? No fucking way. It took Norman about three years to really get fed up with Janine and he finally dumped her. Now for a normal guy like Norman, going without sex was not in his lifestyle. But he'd learned his lesson about women, so fir the first time in his 32 years, he tried a man. He met Jason McCord, a genuine cocksucker. For the first time in years, Norman had a real blowjob and he was hooked. Now, Jason had his own set of priorities, and one of them - which was his driving force - was boys. Young boys. Jason had a total predilection for boy sex. And he wanted Norman to enjoy them as well so the two of them could troll together. What pushed Norman over the edge was Jason's porn collection. "Here, Normie, take a look at these videos while I suck you off." Conditioning him - and it didn't take long for Norman to begin equating boy sex shows with orgasms. Like Pavlov's dogs, Norman would get his erections at the sight of a hairless 4 incher. Then Norman took a trip. He went to a little beach town just south of San Diego, checked into a little 3 star Mom and Pop hotel on the beach. Nothing fancy, not very expensive, but right on the beach where hundreds of young people wandered up and down all day with very little on. But Norman had been spotted. Oh, not by the Mexican Federalies, but by little Carlos Diego Salazar. At 11 years old, Carlos had a taste for several things. The first was money because he didn't have any. The second was food because he was always hungry, and the third was for men. Men could provide the other two things that topped his list. Oh sure, he knew what he had to do to get their attention and then get them in bed and he but he was good at it. "Hola, mister. My name Carlos. You gringo?" The greeting caught Norman by surprise but w quick scan of the Little Brown boy wearing a well-worn Speedo caught his eye. "Well, Hi, Carlos. Yes, I'm from the States." Norman stared directly at the boy's crotch. "What can I do for you?" "I just little boy. Like gringos." The boy practiced his absolute cuteness, glancing up at the big man. "I hungry. You like boys?" Norman processed the comments quickly, figuring the boy was offering himself him for food. "Yes, Carlos. I like boys a lot, especially hungry boys. You want me to buy you something to eat?" "Si, mister. You buy me hamburger. I do what you like." That didn't strike Norman right. "What do you mean, do what I like?" The boy laughed. "You know." "No, I don't think I do know." Norman feared a trap in the making. The boy moved closer and motioned for the big man to lean down to him. "You put dick in my mouth. I suck it for you." "Is that so, Carlos? Hmm, well what if I want to do it the other way around?" The boy looked confused. H shrugged his shoulders. Norman whispered back to him, "What if you put your dick in my mouth?" "Oh, si, that be good, mister... but I cannot buy hamburger." They shared a laugh and Carlos took Norman by the hand and led him to a tiny café three houses down the beach. "Tia, cuesoburgesa, por favor, una grande." He hopped up on a stool and spread his legs apart so Norman could get a good view of his crotch. "I eat, then we go play, OK, mister?" Now at this point, Norman had to make a decision. Should he violate a willing 11 year old boy or should he dump a few pesos on the counter and leave? IF HE SHOULD LEAVE, READ THIS: Norman sat at the little plastic table with the shaky plastic chair and looked up at the young boy. He admired the child's slender legs, the way the boy spread them open so he could take a close look at the tiny bulge. He felt his own cock begin to stir in his shorts, wondering what the child's cock looked like, wondering what it would taste like, wondering if he could take some videos of the boy naked and in the shower. He wondered if he could get his big cock up inside the child's willing ass. Could he shower with him, wash the child's bum enough to make it tasty when he spread him open and shoved his tongue up inside. He wondered if he could make out with the boy, kiss him, exchange spit with the boy as he tasted the boy's tongue and mouth. Then guilt set in. Here he was with a child so hungry that he would sell his body for a hamburger. Norman stood up, placed a twenty on the counter. "Give the boy the change.:" He turned and walked back to the hotel. He'd settle for jacking off thinking about what he had missed. IF YOU THINK HE SHOULD CONTINUE, READ THIS: Norman sat at the little plastic table with the shaky plastic chair and looked up at the young boy. He admired the child's slender legs, the way the boy spread them open so he could take a close look at the tiny bulge. He felt his own cock begin to stir in his shorts, wondering what the child's cock looked like, wondering what it would taste like, wondering if he could take some videos of the boy naked and in the shower. He wondered if he could get his big cock up inside the child's willing ass. Could he shower with him, wash the child's bum enough to make it tasty when he spread him open and shoved his tongue up inside. He wondered if he could make out with the boy, kiss him, exchange spit with the boy as he tasted the boy's tongue and mouth. The boy wolfed down the sandwich as if he's not eaten in days, burped loudly, and jumped down. He took Norman by the hand and began tugging on him to stand. They walked back to the hotel. "You go in first. I come in 10 minutes. They cannot see me so I sneak in." Norman waited. The boy never showed up.