Date: Sat, 2 May 2015 12:11:43 +0100 From: Liam Cookson Subject: the boy and The Man 22 Disclaimer. Hi Folks. Hope I find you well. Here is the next chapter of the group of, what up to now over 30 short stories. 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. link. donate.nifty.org/donate.html 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 22 The man walked into town. He'd had a good wank. Thinking of him and Joe Warren Plant the Emmerdale actor. He cum all over his hand and ate it off thinking it was the boys jizz. He had dozed, had a quick wash and decided it was time for a Sunday roast. He strolled into town and decided first to check out who was around. Boy wise. The church was always a good place. Not that these boys were religious. More the place where they could use their skateboards. Tough boy was there. He shook his head at the man. The man knew the boy was scared of him. The photos he had were perfect for making sure he got into the boys pants. The boy though skated past and just said "not today please. Going out with the rents for tea at nans". The man nodded ok. He walked back towards the pub and his own tea. There he was purple haired boy. He was sat on a bench with that bitch of his girl. The man looked at him. He was wearing a woolen winter hat, black. T-shirt, white. Jeans, black, tight. Trainers, blue. The man looked at him. The boy didn't notice. He was taking to the girl. Gosh those lips. He could kiss them for hours before slipping his cock between them. The man trembled and walked into Marks ans Spencers. They were just closing. He looked at the ready meals. No intention of buying. He left. The boy was standing about to put his back pack on. Fucking hell the man took a deep breath as he saw his arse. Tight in those jeans. The man swallowed hard and despite him being with the two girls he followed them. They didn't walk far. Just to the covered area under the flyover. The boy sat on one of the concrete bases for the columns. The man walked past. Once and then back. He noticed the older girl look at him. One last glance at purple haired boy and he went to the pub. He was at the bar about to order roast beef and a pint but also wanted one last look at the boy. He left and went back to thr flyover. They had gone. The mans heart sank. He walked back and ordered his tea and sat down with his pint to wait for it. He took in a deep intake of breath. Had the girl noticed the man looking at the boy and moved on. Had they simply gone home. He'd not know. No point worrying. His meal arrived and he ate every last bit. He looked around on his way home but no sign of purple haired boy. On the Monday the man was just out of a meeting. He was peckish so nipped into Lidl. Two scotch eggs for 62p and large bar of plain chocolate for 35p. That would more than do. He came out and stopped in his tracks. Over the road he was there. With bloody girls again. He crossed the road as the boy and two of the girls made their way across the front of the Morrisons store. ,The man was just behind them. They were talking about babies and them crying. The man was alongside them now. He looked sideways and at the boy. Straight into his eyes. The boy had no expression on his face that would either encourage, or indeed discourage him. His cock stiffened. He went into the store walked round for a minute and came back out. He could see the little group crossing the road about 50 yards away. He walked over. They walked down an entry and the man saw them talking. Not sure why but he turned and walked back. Walked a hundred yards and turned back again. They had gone when he looked up the entry. He walked onto and around the estate. Nothing. It was a couple of Saturdays later he saw the boy again. With the bloody girls in the shopping arcade. A security guard was wandering round. He thought better of following the boy. He went and stood outside but the boy did not come out where he stood. The Thursday following he had been in to town to buy a cooked chicken and some salad for his tea. There he was with the bloody girls again. Holding hands with the smaller of thr two. No longer purple haired boy but ginger haired boy. Was that his natural colour. Would he ever find out. He followed hem. They went to McDanalds. Shit. 27p in his pocket and his bank card at home. When would the next time be. He had it bad for this kid.