Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 19:39:54 +0100 From: Liam Cookson Subject: the boy and The Man 11 Disclaimer. Hi Folks. Hope I find you well. Here is the next chapter of the group of, what up to now just over 30 short stories. I hope to publish one of them a day for the next five days. Don't forget if its illegal where you live maybe you should not be here. If your under age. Well I aint going to stop you now you've got this far. Just be careful. It is not cheap running sites like this so please consider making a donation. Just follow the links. If you like them if your new to them or have read the others, it would be interesting to know what you think of the stories and the concept. Good or bad. I'll reply to all emails I get. Just let me know. Contact me at cookieboi71@yahoo.com Now Enjoy!!!!!! ******************** the boy and The Man 11. The man had seen this boy coming home from school quite a for times before. He sometimes worked Sundays and would get two days off during the week. On those days he loved school chucking out time. Today he was in town again. Tough boy was now pussy boy and available whenever he needed him. The man enjoyed that but liked fresh boy talent. That was what he was looking for when he saw the boy in his school uniform. Top end of his AOA. About 14 and quite tall. He went down a passageway and put something on top of a wall. The man had no idea what and did not care. He started though to follow the lad. He went onto an estate. Shit the boy knew he was being followed and had quickened his pace. The man knew in these instances it was better to cut the losses and get out of the area quick. So why didn't he. Boys that is why. They were a drug. Normally he would turn tail quickly and get as far away as possible. By bus, by taxi, by whatever it took. He walked round the corner and saw the boy go into a house. The boy saw the man. The boy looked worried. Whether it was what he'd put on or over the wall or the man following the man didn't know. Obviously. He made his way off the estate and back towards town. Though not knowing the area he ended up down a cul-de-sac. He had to backtrack. It cost him time. Eventually he was on the main road again. As he passed the union offices a man called out. He caught up with the man and confronted him about following his son home. The man mentioned the passageway incident. The other man said that was bollocks and his son was a good boy. A boy like his two younger brothers had been brought up without a mother. He went on to say the man was a fucking pervert getting off on following young boys home from school. He punched the man in the jaw. Seconds later a police motorcycle pulled up demanding to know what was going on. The boys dad told the story. The policeman asked if he wanted to get the boy and all go to the police station. The man said the boy had been through enough already and no. The man was shaking. He told the officer about the passageway incident. He wrote it down. Took both mens names and telephone numbers. The man gave false information. He told them to go their separate ways. The man heard nothing else about the matter. It put him off town for a few weeks and he banged the arse off pussy boy each night for a while. The former tough boy was getting prettier by the day as his light brown hair grew that bit longer. Soon though the drug drew him back to trawling the streets for chicken. The man couldn't help it. He'd been born this way.