Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 11:25:36 +0100 From: Liam Cookson Subject: Re: the boy and The Man 25 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. 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 25. The man was staying in a hotel with work. Saturday night. Big hotel. Wedding on. He had a quick look in and was not impressed. No boys. It was a gorgeous spring evening. He got his coat and went for a walk round town. There was not a cloud in the sky and the winds of the past few days had gone. It had been a glorious spring day. He wandered round. A few sexy boys were on show though he got no reaction at all from any he looked long at. The man resigned himself to Mr Palm and his memory bank of beautiful boys and went to have a meal in Wetherspoons. WOW fucking WOW. A boy about 14 with one of the prettiest mouths he'd ever seen. He wanted to kiss the boy there and then. His eyes moved across the table. WOW fucking WOW and even fucking more WOW. The brother no older than 12. The man boned up totally and he nigh on dropped his pint. He sat down where he could see the younger lad. WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW and fucking WOW. The mans hand trembled as he picked his pint up. This boy was a stunner. His hair had light curls on the top of his head. The sides shaved. Brown his colour. His eyes stunning cool grey. That fantastic nose. Those lips and that neck. WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW and fucking WOW. He had a white shirt that you could just see the collar poking through his lovely blue jumper. He stood to get a menu off the next table. Shit those jeans. Hugging his arse. Tight round his legs. The man closed his eyes and imagined the boy naked over the table. The man balls deep him in. The crowd cheering. He opened his eyes to hear the boy say he'd have the mixed grill. So would the man. He noted his table number, went the bar and ordered. He sat back down hard as nail. The boy looked at him. The man trembled. This was one of the prettiest boys he'd ever seen. That was a lot of boys. The man played with his phone. His dick was leaking. He looked up and again the boy was looking at him. This carried on until the food arrived. The boy was the last to be served with his family. The man a few minutes later. He ate exactly what the boy ate, including putting salad cream on his chips. Soon they both had empty plates. The man drank his beer. The boy his coke. He hoped they would get more drinks. They did. The mans heart leapt with joy. The boy looked at the man and finally the man smiled at him. The boy mentioned he needed the toilet. The man stood and made sure he was at a urinal before the boy. He made sure his cock was on display. The boy stood alongside him. They were alone. At last. The boy started to wank and put his other hand over and onto the mans cock. The man put his hand over and replaced the boys hand. Seconds later the boy shot a weak load into the toilet. The man blew off right after him. The boy leaned up and kissed the man on the cheek. The man went to kiss the boy on the lips as they put their cocks away. He pulled back quick as they heard the outer door open. The inner door opened but the boy was at the sink washing his hands. The urinals flushed and the man sighed with relief as his spunk was washed down the drain. He washed his hands and made his way back to his table. The boy was sat and started to tease the man. The boy licked and sucked his finger. He licked his lips. He flicked his tongue. The man was hard as nails again. Please get another round his brain was saying over and over. They didn't. The boy was last to leave. He smiled at the man and winked.