I drove on. Days later, I stopped at another gas station out in the middle of nowhere. There was no town. Nothing to be seen. Just the road and dirt in all directions.
And of course the gas station.
My car was running low on fuel, so I filled it up. I spotted a cute scrawny boy looking at me from outside the nearby building with the shop. I finished up, then headed for the shop to pay. The boy was still looking at me. Staring in fact. He was dirty and his clothes were rags. Brown hair and eyes. Around 6 years old I guessed. Cute, but dirty and scrawny. I suspected by the looks of the boy and the deteriorated building that money was a bit short around here.
Next to the shop, I noticed a toilet, and since I had to pee, I changed my direction slightly and steered in direction of the toilet door. The boy was still staring. I had a thought that maybe the boy wasn't entirely right in his head. There was something odd about him. And he kept staring. Not trying to hide it. Just stared right at me, all the time.
I wondered if he was going to follow me into the toilet.
I opened the door and went in. It was small. I guess few people came around anyway, so no need for at bigger one.
There was one stall with a door and a one-person urinal. And a sink. That was it.
I went to the urinal. I had hoped there would at least be two, so if by some miracle the boy had to pee same time as me, I could get a glimpse of his dick. At that age they are rarely shy.
I zipped down, got out my tool and started to pee. Then the door opened and sure enough, it was the dirty little staring boy who entered. He went right up to me, stood beside me and looked at me while I peed. Most of the time he looked at my dick. Neither of us spoke. Then he pulled down his sweat pants and presented a lovely very hard, 3" long and thin dick.
I was sure the boy had to be mildly retarded or something, and it scared me a little bit for some reason.