Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 10:17:26 +0100 From: Liam Cookson Subject: the boy and The Man 27 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 27 The man sat licking at his ice cream at The Town Fair. Not the town he lived in but just a half hour bus ride away. He could not stop smiling. The group of just and pre teen boys were stood in front of a fast food van with the sign above the serving hatch displaying 'CHICKEN AVAILABLE HERE'. He chuckled to himself again. There were six boys and he would have fucked the lot. All gorgeous.  They made their way to the fair. A large fair had been set up for the four days. Rides and stalls and food vans. The boys made their way into the Penny Arcade. Actually all the fruit machines were 2p. The man queued behind two of the boys and changed a pound and started to put them in the machines as they did. It was then he saw the boy. The boy from the fair. The boy was slim. Early teens. Very early teens. The boy had dark black hair with a rat tail. The boy had stunning pale blue eyes. The boy had a gorgeously kissable mouth. The boy was wearing a white sleeveless, collarless shirt and blue shorts, ankle socks and sandals. The boy looked at the man and winked, rubbed his crotch and walked to him. The man took a deep breath as the boy beckoned him to follow. The boy walked to the caravans. The man became nervous but followed almost in a trance. As he approached the open caravan door he felt the presence behind him. A man. Tall and thin. Looked like the boy. Dad, maybe brother. The man nigh on shit himself.  The man smiled and told him the boy was £20 a half hour. The man paid. The dad / brother booted him between the legs. He fell to the ground. The boy pissed on him. The dad / brother told him to go find the next 'nonce'. He booted the man in the ribs twice, took his money and left.  The man stood and painfully made his way home. He lay on his bed and removed his t-shirt. Bruises were already showing. He tried to sit up but it was so painfull It was Friday night he hoped he'd be ok for work on Monday. His jeans stunk of the boys piss as they dried on him on the hot summers night. He managed a weak smile. The man needed to be careful but he would not give up trawling for chicken. He couldn't, they meant too much to him. He dozed.