Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 15:34:38 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Troy McNeal #1 Troy McNeal By Lee Mariner "What is meant to be, Will find a way." January 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay story depicting a homosexual relationship between a young man and a boy, it is intended for adult readers only. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories that I have written or I am writing may be found in Nifty Archives under the prolific authors listing under my pen name of Lee Mariner. This work is copyrighted (c) by the author and it may not be reproduced or copied in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written consent of the author. Copyright: January 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Prologue This is a story about a 33-year-old man and a 12-year-old boy. It will show how love can grow even when there is a 21-year difference in ages. To many, that 21 years would be a lifetime if looked at in that way but to others that may have had the same experience as this story tells, there is no difference. My name is Michael Homan and I am 60 years old as I write this but I will take you back to when it all started and I was 33. At that time and still today, men that had relationships with young boys would be treated as a pariah, a pedophile. There are those men that are deserving of the stigmatism but perhaps not in all cases. Seldom does anyone think that sometimes, perhaps rarely, the relationship can be as a result of the young boy making his feelings and desires known to an older man and in essence will eventually seduce the older man by innuendo and subtle overtures. When a young boy is entering puberty, unknown changes in his body are a mystery that can leave him frustrated. The start of pubic and armpit hair growing where none had been before is fascinating and the slow dropping of his testicles and the resulting feelings that are being generated in his genitals and the unknown cause for erections can be agonizingly frustrating. Most young boys will go through the period known as puberty with no problems and girls will become more interesting then they had before. They will experiment with their bodies and with friends learning what before had been only a member for emptying full bladders could give intense pleasure when stimulated and manipulated with the hand. Some boys learn that they are more excited by the nakedness of other boys and not girls. Many solve the problem by hiding this fascination and follow the advice and actions of their peers, burying the feelings deep within themselves. There are many avenues that can be followed but not all satisfactory and particularly when hormones are raging and the sight of another naked boy is intensely exciting. Masturbation brings temporary relief and is often relied on rather then risk the fear of exposure as being different. Those that know and have accepted that they are different than other boys often attempt to learn more about their difference by reading and examining erotic pictures or in many cases submitting to the attentions of an older boy or man. Many of the older boys are searching as well and those mutual experiences solve little of the problem since they both lack the basic knowledge of what they are searching for. Oral and anal sex seldom enters into the equation, being perceived as unnatural or nasty, until the younger boy has an experience with an older more knowledgeable man. Troy was one of those boys except his experience only intensified his need too know more about himself and the changes he was experiencing. I hope that this story will show that what is meant to be, will find a way. * * * * * * * * * Chapter #1 I was 33 years old and in the last 4 years of my enlistment before retirement from military service. With good planning and help from friends in high places, I had managed to insure that my final time would be served in the area I wanted to retire in. Short of a National Emergency, there was no reason I shouldn't be able to stay in my final duty station and eventually retire. Off and on during previous assignments in the area I had formed solid friendships with several people in the local gay and business communities. I had learned that the more you involved yourself in community affairs and projects, the less they questioned your status as being unmarried and accepted you into the community. Except for the usual newspaper routes and working in grocery stores while I was in school I didn't have much of a civilian work background. I did take advantage of the training offered while in service and I managed over the years to secure a BA in Business Administration through educational correspondence courses offered through what was and still is The United States Armed Forces Institute. Those courses and the training I received in personal administration by attending several military schools were a pretty good foundation for a future in civilian life. I didn't live on board the base since an apartment off base offered more privacy then a barracks full of men. I couldn't very well invite someone to spend the night with me and sleep in a top bunk. The rental on the apartment I had selected in a semi-gay area of town was reasonable but I didn't feature making someone else rich and I was looking for a house in a quiet neighborhood. Townhouses and condominiums were being built everywhere but townhouses were jammed together and a condo would cost an arm and a leg in fees and I spent quite a bit of time searching through the real estate for sale advertisements in the local newspapers. I had several affairs while in service but nothing serious just the normal weekend meetings and a few dates but that was all. Getting serious about someone while still obligated too the military could be disastrous for a career. But besides that I had pretty much settled into a single life. Friends were always trying to set me up but nothing ever really came of the various people I met. Two friends of mine, Spunky and Ralph lived together in a neighborhood I would loved to be able to find a house in but homes were not offered very often unless someone died. Inglenook was one of the oldest established neighborhoods in the city with excellent property values. * * * * * * * * * One weekend when I was having dinner with them, Spunky asked me if I was still trying to find a house. "I've been looking Spunk but I haven't had much luck. I've looked at several but nothing close to what I can afford. There was a two bedroom house over close to the college that might have been okay but it was to small and that area is not the best in the city." "You would think it would be better with the college there." Ralph said. "You would but those college kids open frat houses and the carpetbaggers flock in and open bars and that's what runs things down Ralph." "Hey Mike, don't knock'em. If you like'em young and horny those bars are better cruising then the gay bars." He answered. "Yeah Mike." Spunky said supporting Ralph. "Try it you might like it." "If you like rough trade I guess so. I don't feel like getting my head bashed in walking on those dark streets." "That's not why we asked you over for dinner Mike. There is a house over on Mellon St. that has just been put on the market. It might be more then you want though. Ralph spotted it yesterday and he thought you might be interested." "Can we see it?" "We can walk over after we finish eating if you want. The realtor just put a sign up yesterday." "The backyard is completely fenced in Mike with a swimming pool. I looked over the fence but I didn't go in the yard." Ralph said. "A swimming pool? I bet they want a ton for it, any idea how much?" "Not a clue but we can get the realtor's number off of the sign if your interested after you look at it." "One thing Mike." Spunky said looking at Ralph." If you like it you better make up your mind pretty fast, property don't stay on the market long in this neighborhood." "Lets go then and have a look." I said. * * * * * * * * * Spunky was right, property in the Inglenook section did not stay empty for very long. It only took us about 10 minutes to make the walk and when we were walking up Mellon St. I could see the "For Sale" sign with the realtors name and number on it sitting at the edge of the street. The house was a long ranch style with a triple paned picture window and several double light windows across the front. It was painted a hideous light gray with black shutters and a curved drive took up much of the front yard. There was a locked key box attached to the front door and all of the window blinds were pulled down so you couldn't see inside. A brick walkway led from the front around too the back and there was a chain link fence separating the property from its neighbors on each side. We followed the walkway and there was another chain link fence across the walkway attached to the house and then to the neighbor's fence with a gate. Flowerbeds between the walkway and the house had been neglected for some time and looking over the gated fence we could see the pool that Spunky had said Ralph saw and it was fenced in as well. The pool took up a large part of the yard but there were several pine and maple trees along with what seemed to be way to many bushes. I guessed with the pool they had been planted for privacy reasons since they were around the complete perimeter of the yard. Leaning over the fence we could see what looked like a glassed in back porch and a large shed in the back corner of the yard. "That's probably where the filters and stuff are for the pool Mike." Ralph said. "Probably, lets go on in and see." Spunky started to protest that maybe we shouldn't but we did anyway. The property was for sale and we were just looking around if anyone said anything. There was a glassed in porch and another picture window flanked by two smaller windows. On the other side of the porch there was a utility room where the furnace was and two more normal sized windows. Everything was locked up and that disappointed me, I would like to be able to see the inside. Ralph and Spunky were trying to look inside but the house was built on a crawl space foundation and they were pretty high up and I liked that. Except for the lack of yard work and the ugly paint job, it didn't really look that bad. The shed in the far corner contained a duel filter system for the pool and several non-descript tools that had been left behind. Those in the shed made me wonder if anything had been left inside the house. Lots of people moving often-left junk behind they didn't want and sometimes the attics would be full of boxes and trash. This house did not look like it would have much of an attic since the roofline was low with not much pitch. "Hey Mike, what do you think, interested? We'd love having you over here instead of downtown." Ralph called from where they had been trying to look inside. "I want to look inside before I decide Ralph. Let's get the agents number off the sign and I can call them. Maybe we can see inside tomorrow." * * * * * * * * * Making sure the gate was closed we went back too the front. The sun was just starting to set and that is when I saw Troy for the first time. I didn't know his name but I would later. He and another boy were out in the street in front of the house a couple of doors down from the one we were looking at tossing a football. They both looked to be 12 or 13 years old but Troy was just a little taller then his friend. They were wearing white boxer shorts and sneakers. Troy was wearing a sleeveless undershirt and the other boy was wearing a regular t-shirt. They both were dark headed but in the setting sunlight you could see reddish highlights in Troy's hair. They both were at that awkward age but Troy had an obvious athletic grace when he ran out for a pass. We watched them for a few minutes after I wrote the name of the agent and his phone number down. They were having fun but I think Troy saw us watching and he was putting on a little show by jumping up in the air to make a catch or throwing the ball on a run as he leapt up in the air. He was a little larger then the other boy and you could see his developing muscles ripple as he exerted himself. "Pretty young right now Mike but they'll be ripe for plucking in a couple more years." Spunky said giggling. "Oh Christ Spunk, when did you start going for chicken? They're just kids." "And kids grow real fast into horny teenagers Mike." "And those horny teenagers can get you in big trouble. Lets go make this phone call." I said. I looked back as we walked away and both of the boys were standing in the street. Troy had the football under his arm and they both looked like bronze statues in the reddish orange light of the sun and I could have sworn I saw Troy's hand brush over his crotch when he reached for the ball. I found out later that I was right. * * * * * * * * * I was scratching some notes on a pad, not listening to Spunky and Ralph arguing about where we were going later. The impression of the two boys standing like statues looking at us was indelibly imprinted in my mind, particularly Troy. If he was 12 or 13, he was tall for his age and from his development, it was obvious he was going to grow into a well-developed young man. When we got back too their house I called the realtors number and a man answered, "Charles Hurst, Tri-State Realty." Good evening Mr. Hurst, Michael Homan. You have a house for sale at 3535 Mellon St. in Inglenook and I was wondering what is being asked for it." "Yes we do Mr. Homan, that piece of property was just listed. I would be happy to show it if you would care to make an appointment. I'm free tomorrow morning if that would be good for you." "It would be but can you tell me what the owner is asking?" I asked and there was a slight hesitation before he answered. "The house belongs to a Navy Commander that was suddenly transferred overseas. He wants to move it and is asking a firm price of $22,900. He might work out individual financing with a buyer or you can finance FHA or conventional yourself. He would much rather you arrange your own financing but he is open to financing it himself with a 20% down payment plus closing costs." "I think my own financing would be better. Can I see inside the house tomorrow morning early?" "Great, how about 8:30 in the morning? Would that be good?" "I'll see you in the morning Mr. Hurst." * * * * * * * * * I had hardly hung the phone up when Spunky and Ralph were asking questions. I told them what the agent had said, who owned the property, how much was being asked and I was going to see the inside in the morning. They both were surprised at the price and said I should snap it up before someone else did. "Don't start moving me in right away, I want to see the inside first before I decide. You guys want to meet me at the house in the morning and we can look at it together?" "Mike!" Ralph said, I'm dying to see what it looks like but maybe you should see this Hurst fella by yourself. He might get the wrong idea if he sees three guys waiting for him. Besides, he might be kinda hunky and you don't want us hanging around." "Sheeesh, don't you ever think about anything but sex? You and Spunky are always horny and I'm beginning to think you might fuck a snake if someone held the head." "Not unless they removed the fangs first Mike. It would have to be a pretty big snake for Spunky." Ralph said laughing. "Whatever, I'll see you after I meet this guy if your going to be home." "Ralph will but not me, I've got some work at the office. If it's not that late, you might catch brunch at the Club." "You can meet both of us there Spunky. I'll call you when Mike is finished looking at the house." "Whatever, you guys work it out. Thanks for dinner and letting me know about the house. G'nite." * * * * * * * * * After the usual hugs and kisses, I managed to get in my car and drive back by the house. It was still light out and I parked at the top of the curved driveway. Shaking a cigarette from my pack, I lit it and sat looking at the house visualizing what it might look like. Except for the gray and black exterior it looked from the outside to be in solid condition. It had two brick chimneys and that might mean it had double fireplaces. Breaking it down in my head, it probably had a living room, dining room at one end with two bedrooms at the front and one in the rear. The one single window in the front had a lower frosted pane and that was more then likely the bathroom. The kitchen was probably off of the glassed in porch. I learned later that I was close. It was getting darker and I was almost finished with my cigarette when I heard a voice behind me. "Hi mister, you gonna buy it?" I didn't see Troy walk up from his house and it startled me when he spoke. "Christ, you scared the hell out of me, sneaking up like that." "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you going to buy the house? We saw you and those other guys looking at it before." "We, whose we?" "Me and my buddy Sherman, he lives down the street. I'm Troy, Troy McNeal. I live right there." He said pointing at the house 2 doors down. "I'm thinking about buying it Troy. My name is Mike Homan, maybe we will be neighbors?" "You have any kids? The Byrd's had 6 kids, 4 girls and 2 boys. Three of the girls were older then than me and the others were younger but we all got along okay except for the older girls, they were kind of icky. All they thought about was high school guys and going out on dates. I'm almost 13 years old but my mom and dad don't let me date yet. His youthful energy was amusing and refreshing. Words poured out of him in an almost endless stream barely punctuated. He was still wearing the clothes I had seen on him earlier and from where I was sitting; I could see his breast nipples through the cotton fabric of his undershirt. His forearms had a hint of light hair just starting and his biceps were already starting to develop. Even from where I was sitting I could smell the sweat from his tossing the football mixed with the odor that only a healthy athletic boy has. I felt the urge of my swelling cock and I repositioned myself so it could slip down my leg. I had never been excited by or interested in young boys but there was something about Troy that was almost intoxicating. I couldn't see his face since he was standing outside of my car but he had his hand in his pocket and I could see it moving slowly. "No kids Troy, just me. You will have to look for the girls at school." I said feeling my swelling cock sliding down the leg of my jeans. "Not me, there too icky and messed up in the head. I don't want no girls following me around like they do at school peeping in the locker room doors or giggling at the swim meets." His hand was moving a little faster in his pocket and I wondered if there was a hole his cock was sticking through so he could play with it. I couldn't tell how much he had and it was tempting but an alarm bell went off in my head and I heard Troy's mother calling him. I heard him grumble under his breath, "oh shit" and then he answered her. "Be right there mom. I gotta go mister but I hope you buy the house." He called out as he ran towards his house. I watched as he trotted away. Just as he got too his door he turned and waved in my direction. My heart was racing and my breathing was heavy almost gasping. "God" I thought. "He's just a kid and I'm getting all upset for nothing." * * * * * * * It was almost totally dark and my groin felt wet from the pre-cum that had oozed from my hard cock. There was only one street light a half a block away and under the two pine trees in front of the house it was even darker. Unsnapping my jeans and pulling the zipper down I slipped them down below my knees. Reaching under the seat I pulled out a hand towel I kept for emergencies like this and spreading my legs I run my hands over my loose hanging balls and up over my throbbing cock laying on my gut. Pre-cum was flowing covering my gut so I took the towel and laid it over my gut covering the thick blond bushy hair that surrounded my cock and covered my balls. Visions of Troy jerking off in his pocket and his tight little white ass running off across the lawn sent hot thrills rushing through my cock and I squeezed tight increasing the speed of my hand until that urgency of feeling started growing in my retracting balls and my cock getting harder swelling, aching. With a gut-wrenching groan, cum rushed up from my nuts and gushed in thick torrents over my hand and down the length of my jerking cock onto my balls. An inner ecstatic force tightened my muscles and I could hear myself moaning, "Yes, yes, yes" until my cock started shrinking and I felt my body relaxing. "Christ Almighty." I groaned inwardly. "I'm gonna have to start carrying a bigger towel." Sticky sperm was soaking through my pullover and the hand towel was covered so I pulled the shirt over my head using it to clean as much off of me as I could. It wasn't the first time I had jerked off in the car but I never was thinking about some young boy when I did before. Pulling my jeans back up and snapping them shut, I reached for the ignition keys and saw a small window up under the roof of Troy's house light up. The shadow of someone moved across the window but I couldn't tell if it was Troy or not but I wondered if he had been watching while I jerked off. "It would be interesting to see if he was outside when I looked at the house with the agent." I thought as I drove away. * * * * * * * The next morning when I pulled up at the house, there was a 1973 dark blue Ford 350 pickup parked at the end of the curved driveway. Glancing at my watch, he was right on time if it was Charles Hurst sitting in the front seat. I pulled up behind him and we both got out almost at the same time. "Homan, Charlie Hurst. Nice meeting you." "Same here, I hope you haven't waited long." "Just pulled up myself when I saw you turn in or I assumed it was you this early. Let's go inside, I think you will like the house." Hurst was right, I did like the interior except for décor. Where I had thought there was a bedroom on the front turned out to be a den with fireplace and the three bedrooms were on the left end of the house as you looked at it with a full bath and half-bath. Except for cleaning and repainting it was in sound structural condition. It was more then obvious that kids had lived in the house from the way bedrooms had been set up. I was surprised, remembering what Troy had said about 6 kids living there with their parents. It was going to take some time cleaning up but I had that. When we got to the real-estate office I signed a contract and wrote a check for a 10% down payment. "Funny." I thought, "buying a house was just about like enlisting or reenlisting." I used my military benefits and obtained a GI Homeowners Loan at 5.25% for 30 years. The FHA did a complete inspection and stated a new roof would have to be installed in order for the loan to be approved. We worked that out together, Hurst got the Commanders approval to pay for half the cost of a new roof and I would assume the remainder of the cost if I could choose the type of shingles. I didn't really think it would take almost 90- days before the mortgage was approved and settled but with paper work being sent between the Commander who was overseas, it took longer then usual. I took possession on the 1st of February. * * * * * * *