Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2015 19:04:24 +0100 From: Liam Cookson Subject: the boy and The Man 8 Disclaimer. Hi Folks. Hope I find you well. Here is chapter 8 of a group of, what up to now close on 30 short stories. I still hope to publish them every few 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. Will get back to all who I've not replied to by the end of the weekend. Busy at work folks!!!! Contact me at cookieboi71@yahoo.com Now Enjoy!!!!!! ******************** the boy and The Man 8. The man had seen the boy before around town. Dirty blond haìr and about 13. He'd finished work early to go the dentist. A clean bill of health and a few pints later he was chicken hunting. The man thought the boy was hot not cute. He followed the boy for a while, not sure if he noticed. The boy went behind a now closed DIY warehouse. He took cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket. The man saw this as too good a chance to miss. He walked up behind the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy nigh on shat himself. The man told him to do as he said and nothing would happen. He showed him his phone with a picture of him about to light up. Cigarette in mouth, lighter lit. The man told the boy to be good or he'd be in big shit. The boy teared up a bit. His dad was strict and would batter him if he knew he smoked. One of the reasons he did was because it calmed him a bit before going home. The man led him down a passage with his hands on the boys shoulders then told him to drop his pants. The boy hesitated. The man shook his head. The boy did as he was told. Pants and undies round his ankles. The man spun him round and lightly slapped his arse. Hands up against the wall. Feet kicked wide apart. No lube so spit would have to do here. The man knelt down and licked the boys crack. His cock stiffened slightly. The man fingered the crack and then placed it on his hole. The boy cried as the man pushed his finger in. All the way. The boy started to whimper. The man liked it. He found the boys prostate and rubbed the nub. The boy gasped and shuddered. He was nigh on dancing on the spot. His breathing was all over the place. He was gasping for air. His cock went rock hard. The boy was clueless to what was happening. He'd only ever wanked once before. Cum on his bed sheets and his dad belted him for it. The boys cock twitched and shot. He was panting as the man removed his finger and spat into his hole. The man stood and stroked the boys baby smooth cheeks, then pushed his cock into the boys virgin hole his hand over the boys mouth. The boy shook his head, he rolled his head. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his nostrils flared. The boys cock swelled his eyes watered. The man took the boys hips and banged him hard. Long and slow. Short and fast. Five minutes pumping and then he exploded his load in him. He pulled out and cleaned his knob on the boys arse and thighs. Cum dribbled down the lads legs. The man put his cock away fondled the boy arse for a minute and then told him he'd see him around. The boy pulled his pants up and limped home.