Clouds hazed the sky as Ben was walking down the street casually. A streetlight flickered on just beside him. He smiled to himself, thinking darkness was to blanket the city very soon...
A handful of minutes passed, and Ben reached a park. Walking by, he noticed a young blonde boy alone in the sand box. Ben eyed him carefully, then licked his lips like a wild dog.
He went up to the little boy, being gently with his tone and said "Hey, little boy, what're you doing out so late?" The little boy looked up curiously, his big blue eyes shining even despite the darkness. A streetlight reflected in his eyes. A car passed by them quietly.
The boy replied sheepishly,
"I'm just playing in the sand box, bid kid. What're you doing?"
Ben laughed, more to himself than the child. "Nothing. Mind if I play with you?" The little boy shrugged and Ben sat down in the sand box in front of him. "So, what're you making?" Ben said, eyeing the little castle-like shape the little boy had made.
"A castle!" The little boy said, his blonde hair swaying in front of his eyes, his voice full of child-like amazement. Ben nodded, "Can you pass me the bucket?" Ben moved around, behind the little boy and sat directly behind him. "I'll show you how to make a really cool one." Ben moved his body against the little boy's, took the small hands in his and guided him while making a castle.
Ben let out a breathe he didn't realize he was holding as he felt the smooth skin of the child.
He closed his eyes for a moment as he inhaled the boy's sweet scent. Suddenly a wicked grin passed Ben's face, and as quickly as it had came, it left, as Ben stuck on a face of pure innocence.
"Oh," Ben said loudly, "You got some sand down your pants."
The little boy looked down quickly. He saw nothing, but Ben insisted. The little boy shrugged and wiped at the inner thighs of his pants.
Ben shook his head, "No, no, can't you see?" Ben said in a motherly tone, "It went right down here..." Ben said as he slid all of his fingers under the boys pants, and under his dinosaur-print undies. The boy squealed and swatted at Ben's hand, struggling for a moment. "That's my private place!" He screamed. Ben quickly slapped a hand over the boys mouth, and held him tightly to the ground.
"Shh, it's alright," Ben said softly, "So, what's your name, little boy?" The boy didn't reply, just screamed underneath Ben's tightly gripped hand as Ben shoved his hands farther down his kid's department pants.