Ben's morning began like any other. He slept in his ragged, oversized, dirty clothes because of the cold, so didn't need to get dressed. Though he did slip his bare little feet out of his adult sized shoes and change out the crumbled newspaper pages he kept in there to make them fit and keep his toes from freezing. The other reasons for sleeping dressed was that anything left lying around would quickly be stolen by the other orphans.
Breakfast was one of the big obstacles for survival in Ben's daily life. One of the few caretakers would slop the unnamed grayish muck into bowls for them in a line. The trick was to avoid the bullies. There was never enough to eat, so the larger kids would simply take another orphan's rassions. Ben had skipped plenty a pressious meal that way. Having it happen to both meals of the day was bad. Fortunately, Ben was early in line for breakfast this morning and manage to wolf down most of his flavorless paste before one of the bullies grabbed the bowl from him.
"I told you to wait," Tyler snarled as he pulled the bowl from Ben's hands. Ben swollowed quickly and brased for the beating, but Tyler withheld. There were adults nearby. They never did much to stop bullies, but they'd at least step in if one of the bigger orphans was openly punching another in front of them. But Tyler's face said this was not over.
To avoid the hot tempered teen until things cooled down, Ben hurried off into town before the bullies were done eating. He had nothing to do though. He had no energy to play, and begging was illegal and could get him in trouble. So he found a quiet ally that was sheltered from the wind behind crates. He'd just sat down when he noticed a magazine shoved behind one of the boxes. Curious, he pulled it out, and his eyes went wide.
The magazine was full of men. Naked men! Some big and muscular. Some cute and slim. And they were wrestling... No, they were... Ben's face went red from ear to ear. That one man had his dick in that cute guys mouth! And wow! That dick was huge! Ben had no idea penises could get that gigantic! There was text as well, but Ben had never been taught his letters.
This was so dirty. So wrong. Men with other men. Sex. Some were even tied up. It was immoral and wrong, and yet Ben could not stop steering. Page to page to page. His heart was beating quickly. If anyone found him reading such filth... But he couldn't stop. Before he knew it, his own dick was in his hand. He began panting in longing moans as he imagined the men in the magazines putting their dicks in his mouth. He'd never been able to master are silently. Moaning was an involuntary reflex for the boy. And coming... Ben cried out in orgasmic pleasure as he had the biggest climax of his young life.
Uphoria washed over him for a few seconds, leaving him blissful and dizzy right before the shame and guilt flooded in. How could he have jerked off to something like this!? In an alley! He shamefully stuffed the magazine back behind the old crate and buttoned his oversized pants back on before running from the sinful ally.
But the very next day, Ben was back. And the day after that. And the day after that. He couldn't get those images out of his head. It was his guilty pleasure. He'd even started having dirty thoughts when watching the other boys, teens and male caretakers at the orphanage. Ben didn't know what was happening to him. He'd never thought like this before. But now when a hot man passed him in the street, Ben's toes would curel and he'd bite his lower lip and fidget with the hem of his baggy shirt. And it was all because of that evil magazine. He should get rid of it, but he just didn't have the will. Instead, he sat back down behind the crates, pulled his pants and began to moan as he jerked off to the pictures.