TROY MC NEAL
By Lee Mariner
DISCLAIMER: This is the continuing story about Troy, an adolescent boy entering puberty and Mike, his 33 year old gay neighbor. It will depict homosexual acts between men and boys. The story is intended for adult readers only. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR LOCATION TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OBJECTIONABLE, PLEASE LEAVE. All of the characters in this story are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
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The clouds were darker and instead of merely threatening rain a soft
drizzle had already begun. Troy ran for the empty back door of the house while
I locked the garage door before following. He stood laughing as
he watched me trying to skip over a couple of puddles with little success.
One in the kitchen, my feet slipped in the plaster dust covering the floor
and I almost fell which only caused him to laugh harder. Fortunately
for me, Tony had not removed the kitchen counters and grabbing the edge
of one I was able to steady myself.
Troy was laughing so
hard that he was hugging himself and at first I felt a pang of anger
for him laughing at me. Then I realized how silly I must have looked,
so I started laughing too; I was still laughing as he staggered towards
me and fell into my arms. We both were shaking with laughter and it
was a few seconds before we stopped. He breathed in really hard a
couple of times before looking up at me with an impish grin on his face and
a twinkle in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to laugh
at you Mike but you looked so funny." He said still a little excited.
"I guess you would have
gotten a real kick if I had fallen you young whelp."
He hesitated before
answering and the expression in his eyes changed. "No, I wouldn't have laughed
Mike. I don't like to see anyone get hurt." He said softly as
he put his arms around my waist and laid his head against my chest.
"I know you wouldn't,
I was just kidding with you."
He squeezed me tightly
and pulling his arms from around me he placed them around my neck. Leaning
his head back he looked deeply into my eyes and I saw compassion and sincerity
in his. He lifted up on his toes and kissed me whispering, "we better
hurry Mike, Mom don't like holding up supper."
* * * * * * * * * *
The light drizzle had
changed into a steady rain. I saw Troy's mother looking through a window
watching as we sprinted across the lawn. "Both of you are going to
catch pneumonia." She said, meeting us at the backdoor with towels. "Troy,
you go on up to your room and change out of those wet things."
"Awww Mom, they aren't
that wet." He whined from under the towel while drying his hair.
"You march yourself
upstairs and change young man. I don't need you coming down sick." She said
Rolling his eyes Troy
looked at me and scampered out of the room. We both heard him mumbling under
his breath, "You'd think I was a little kid or something."
Judith grinned at me.
"He thinks he is a grown man now that his father is gone." She said,
a melancholy note in her voice.
"I guess most boys feel
that way Mrs. McNeal." I said taking the offered towel. "This rain is
probably from the backside of the hurricane. It's a good thing it didn't
hit us directly or there would have been a lot more damage. It took my
men most of the day to clean up the debris." I said while trying
to comb my hair after drying it.
"The Outer Banks were
hit pretty hard. We were on standby at the hospital if they needed us
since they only have a small clinic. I'll make you a deal. If you
will call me Judith, I'll call you Mike. From all Troy tells me I already
feel like I know you fairly well. I hope you like meat loaf?"
"One of my favorite
meals." I said. "I appreciate you inviting me, it saves me from eating in
a restaurant of fixing something in my apartment and it gives us the opprotunity
to become better acqainted. May I help you, set the table or something?"
"Thanks but that's Troy's
job. Would you like a cup of coffee? I don't keep anything stronger
in the house."
"Coffee black will be
"David drank his coffee
that way." She said while pouring. "Pull one of the chairs out and sit
at the corner of the table, you won't be in Troy's way."
"David was your husband?"
I asked as I moved a chair and sat where she had indicated.
"Yes." She answered
softly. "In some ways you remind me of him except his hair was lighter than
yours. Troy looks more like him every day."
"I'm sorry Judith." I
said taking a sip from my cup. "I should have known better then too ask."
I sat silently embarrassed
and she had hesitated for a few moments in her task of whipping the mashed
potatoes. Memories of how I had hurt upon my parents' deaths flashed through
my head and I should have known better than ask a question that would conjure
up hurtful memories. I was trying to think of something to say that
wouldn't sound stupid when she put the potato masher in the sink and started
spooning the fluffy white potatoes in to a bowl.
"There's no need
to apologize Mike." She said as she sat the bowl on the sink drain board.
"I think of him everyday and I miss him but he gave me Troy. He's
She and I had been talking
and we didn't know Troy had come down the stairs from his bedroom until
he spoke from the doorway.
"Who's your comfort Mom?
Are you guys talking about Dad?"
"You have big ears Troy
McNeal." She said, slightly irritated. " I wish you would set the
table, Mike must be starved."
I pulled my chair back
from the table while Troy took dishes from one of the cabinets. He
glanced at his mother and gave me a quizzical look before starting to set
the table. I gave him a negative nod of my head and pursed my lips signaling
he should be quiet.
* * * * * * * *
The dinner was excellent
and the conversation was mostly about Troy and his school work. His
mother surprised me when she said he was taking an academic course and maintaining
a 3.4 grade average. Troy looked across the table at me with an embarrassed
look and complained.
"Jeepers Mom, you make
it sound like I'm a big brain or something. You'll have Mike thinking I'm
"Oh no squirt, don't
put me in the middle." I exclaimed. "Being intelligent and making good grades
does not make you a nerd. Being intelligent and not doing your best
makes you a stupid nerd. I've always regretted not finishing high school."
"You never finished high
school Mike?" Judith said with a surprised look on her face.
"I wish I had. I
thought I was too smart for school and I wanted to join the
navy and see the world. I've done that but hindsight is twenty-twenty
Troy. I wanted to get out of the small town where I lived but we never really
know what we should have done until we look back at what we didn't do;
then its too late. Education opens up a lot of doors in the future."
I said trying not to sound like I was preaching.
"Now you sound just like
Mom." He said.
"Well young man, I'm
glad your hearing it from someone other than me." She said. I could tell
she was a little exasperated and Troy's face was fire-engine red.
The room went silent
and I could feel the vibes passing between Troy and his mother. I
felt almost as embarrassed as Troy and I knew it was time to get off that
subject. Draining the last of my coffee I leaned back in my chair and
patted my stomach. "I think I've put on about ten pounds Judith, dinner
was great. I would like another cup of coffee if there is anymore."
"There is plenty in
the pot Mike but wouldn't you rather have an after dinner drink? I
do have a bottle of Drambuie in the cabinet, it goes great with coffee."
"If you will have one
with me Judith I'll wait on the coffee."
"No, go ahead and have
your coffee on the side porch. I'll join you as soon as Troy and
I finish the dishes."
Troy must have felt
like he was being left out and piped up, "can I have a Pepsi Mom?"
"You can have one while
you are doing your homework."
"Awwwwww Mom." He pleaded.
"I can do that later after Mike leaves."
"Later will be too late.
I know you and that later bit. After we finish the dishes you can
say goodnight and get at your homework. By the time you are finished it
will be bed time. Mike is not going to disappear on you." Judith said
I could see Troy getting
ready to protest again and I said, "I'll see you tomorrow Squirt
after school. I have a few things I want to talk over with the contractor
after I get off of work. Okay?"
"I guess so." He said
in a tone of reluctant resignation.
* * * * * * * *
* * * *
While Troy and Judith
were washing dishes and putting them away I took my coffee out onto the
side porch just off of the kitchen. It was very comfortable. Everywhere
you could see the woman's touch. There were two chairs and a double
seated glider with cushions covered in a floral pattern. There was
a glass topped table between the two tables with a flower arrangement on
it and two smaller inlaid tables at each end of the glider. Coasters
for drinks were on each table and there was an ashtray on the table between
the two individual chairs. A dark brown reed mat that matched the
mauve, light green and orange flowers of the cushions covered the floor.
There was a large golden sunburst clock on the wall of the house between
the door and window.
I sat down in one of
the chairs and after setting my cup on one of the coaster's I took my cigarettes
out of my shirt pocket. I started to light up but I hesitated and
called out, "Do you mind if I smoke Judith?"
"Not at all, that's
what the ashtray is for. Smoking is allowed on the porch but not in the house."
"Thanks, that's fair
enough." I answered lighting up.
Troy and Judith made
fast work of the dishes and just as I was extinguishing my cigarette Troy
stuck his head around the door jamb. "G'night Mike. See you tomorrow?"
"Good night Troy." I
answered grinning at him. "Hit the books and study hard. I'll see
"Yeah, study." He said,
rolling his eyes and grimacing.
"Especially the math
young man." Judith said appearing in the door holding a small tray. "You've
been slipping in Algebra lately."
We both heard him call
out "Yes mother." As he went up the stairs to his room.
"Troy isn't lazy Mike
but he will let things slip if you don't keep after him." She said as she
sat the tray on the table. "Would you like for me to freshen your coffee?"
"No thanks Judith. I've
had enough coffee for today. " I said, accepting the snifter of Drambuie.
"Troy is not much different than most kids his age. We all have a tendency
to slack up some when we are teenagers. My dad stayed on me constantly
I only wish I had listened to him more than I did."
"Troy's father was my
problem. David spoiled him rotten but he didn't let him get away
with anything. We both knew when Troy was playing the both of us against
each other while trying to get his way. He can really be a devil at times
. I will say, however, that Troy never gave me any trouble when his
father was away."
"I don't have any experience
in that area but from some of the stories my men tell me it's always hardest
on their wives when they are gone. Kids try and get away with more
at those times than when both parents are at home."
"Do you have any family
"Not here. Both
of my parents are gone but I have a younger married brother back home.
No kids yet but I think they are trying. Bryce keeps telling me I
should get married but the right one has never came along. Maybe someday."
"Some men are not suited
for marriage but you are still young. Sometimes I think David would
rather have stayed single. He was such a free spirit and he loved flying.
Like most kids our age we went against our parents' advice and he
and I married right after our first year in college. Troy popped up very
shortly after that." She said as she sipped her drink.
"Raising a new baby
and going to school is pretty difficult from what I have heard." I said wishing
the conversation would change.
"It can be for some
but our parents helped us or we might not have made it. David was in
the NROTC and when we graduated he was sent to Pensacola for flight training.
Moving around was the hardest part after he was commissioned. We
hated taking Troy out of one school and re-enrolling him in another. Being
a nurse helped with the finances but moving Troy every couple of years was
the big problem. I was about ready to go home when David was assigned to
a squadron here at the naval air station. How long have you been stationed
"Just over a year. This
is my last duty station and then I retire."
"Is that why you bought
the house, you plan on living here after you retire?"
"Partly that." I said.
"I can find a job here that I am trained for rather than going back home
to a factory or maybe wind up being a used car salesman."
"David would have retired
in another seven years." She said wistfully. "I miss him but Troy really
took it hard when his father died. I think he is getting over it better
now though. He and Sherman down the street have become great friends and
that has helped. Mr. Altman takes both boys to ball games and things
that men like."
"I haven't met the Altmans
but Sherman seems like a nice kid. I asked Troy and him if they want
a job helping me clean out my garage. The former owners left
a lot of junk in it that I don't want.. I told him to ask you and Sherman's
parents if it was all right."
"It won't hurt either
one of them. At least I'll know where Troy is when they change my
shift at the hospital. I hate leaving him alone but the money is better.
He is old enough to take care of himself but that's one reason I'm
glad he has taken a fancy to you, he needs a man around."
"He's a good kid. I
like him a lot." I said as I finished my drink and looked at her face at
the same time.
"Just don't let him
get underfoot Mike. He's a good kid but I told you he can be a devil
when he wants something."
"I don't think I'll
have much trouble with him Judith. I've had youngsters not much older than
him working for me."
"No Mike, I don't think
you will." She said eyeing me and smiling. "I hate breaking this up but
it is getting late for you and I still have to fix Troy's lunch and
then be getting into the hospital. It's been fun though, I've enjoyed
having someone to talk with."
"I've enjoyed it myself
Judith. Maybe, after the house is finished, you and Troy will have
dinner with me. I don't cook as well as you do but I'm not bad in
"I'll hold you to that."
She said as she got up.
"Good night Judith,
thanks again for the invitation." I said.
"Good night Mike, it
was fun. You can use the screen door and go around the front of the house
rather than the back."
Closing the screen door
behind me I waved and she waved back. I looked up at Troy's window
as I rounded the front of the house to my car; no lights showed through
* * * * * * * * * * *
The rain had almost stopped
by the time I reached my apartment. All the time I was driving, the conversation
I had with Troy's mother kept running through my head. I had briefly
spoke with her once before on the phone but not as much in depth as we had
this time. Some of her questions and comments bordered on being just
a little more personal than I would have expected. It was almost as if she
was feeling me out about my future plans and I couldn't help but wonder if
she was hinting at being more than just neighbors. I had women come
on to me in bars but that was a lot different than a widowed mother who had
a teenage son and missed her husband. Knowing what a bar whore wanted
was easy but the upfront frankness of a bar whore was much different than
the subtleties of straight women. I'd have to play my cards close to the vest
but the joker in the pack was Troy. I knew deep within me that I loved
Troy but as difficult as it would be for the both of us, his enthusiasm would
need to be curbed. I was to close to my retirement to have anything happen
that might upset his mother.
Judith seemed to be
a devoted mother and while her questions and comments may have been innocent
enough I wouldn't find out until later the real reason behind them.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Traffic was back to
its normal pace when I drove into work on the following morning. I
was thinking about both Troy and Gil as I drove and I realized that Rob had
faded into the background of my thinking. Without knowing it I had
subconsciously made my choice between him and Troy only to have Gil
complicate matters. I did know that I was dreading seeing Gil when
I finished walking his leave request through. I did know one thing and that
was he had more sense than I did, he was getting away for a few days. From
what he had said about his abrupt leave request he needed to think things
through. Maybe I should do the same. I hadn't seen my brother and his
family for quite awhile and he was upset that I had gone to Atlanta over
the holidays instead of returning home. There was no real reason I
shouldn't take off since there was very little I needed to do while the house
was being remodeled.
"That's what I'll do."
I thought as I pulled into my, wonder-of-wonders, empty parking space.
The duty petty officer
looked up as I entered the barracks and grinned. "Good morning Boats, you're
in a little early aren't you?"
"That's one of the hard
parts about being the leading petty officer of the division Crawford. Are
Commander Weidemeyer and Senior Chief Knickleman in yet?"
"They both came in about
fifteen minutes ago." He answered quickly.
"Good, you can go ahead
and secure from your watch. If you see Lawton when you go topside,
tell him I'll have his leave papers at morning muster." I said as I entered
Knickleman signed Lawton's
leave request over my approval and I took it into the duty yeoman's office
for typing of the formal leave authorization. When I took it into
the Commander's office he looked at it and then glanced up at me.
"Are you sure you won't
need him so soon after the storm?" He asked.
"Yes sir. Lawton
worked pretty hard getting the admiral and captain's boats in shape like
you wanted. The rest of the crew did a good job squaring things away so it
shouldn't be any problem letting him off."
"Don't let him leave
until after I have talked with the men." He said as he signed the authorization.
"Yes sir." I answered
When he said that I
knew we were in for a long speech and I was right. Gil looked at me
questioningly when I called his name from the muster sheet and when I winked
at him he grinned. After I finished the roll call I turned around
and handed the clipboard to Knickleman.
"All present Senior
Chief." I reported and he in turn reported all men present to the Commander.
The Commander congratulated
everyone on their performance of their duties during the storm along with
his usual speech about everyone acting in in the finest manner of the naval
service, etc, etc. Knickleman glanced over at me during the long harangue
and rolled his bloodshot eyes. I could tell he needed a drink.
After the pep talk was
over the men were released with the usual "turn to." I told Gil I
would be in my office and he could pick up his leave papers when he was
ready. After I finished talking with the squad petty officers in my
office and outlining a few tasks that needed to be done I poured myself a
cup of coffee before sitting at my desk. It never ceased to amaze me
how much paper work could accumulate overnight.
* * * * * * * * *
* * * *
I had hardly started
when the intercom on my desk buzzed. "Homan, I'd like to do an inspection
of the docks. Chief Knickleman has a stomach virus or something and went
to the clinic. I'll stop by your office in about an hour when I'm ready."
"Yes sir." I answered.
"Virus my foot." I thought
to myself. "The sucker's suffering from a hangover and needs a shot of vitamin
I didn't know Gil was
standing in the doorway as I answered the commander until he knocked. He
had changed into tight fitting dark blue Levi's with a white open-throat
polo shirt and a matching blue windbreaker. The pronounced bulge in
his crotch caused me to swallow and he grinned when he saw where I was looking.
"Nice outfit Gil." I
said trying to regain my composure. "Have a seat."
He sat down across my
desk and sat his travel bag on the floor. "You never noticed it before Mike.
I was wearing the same thing that day in the head. Remember?" He said quietly.
"I had other things
on my mind Gil."
"I guess we both did.
Will you do me a favor?" He asked.
"If I can I will. What's
on your mind?"
He looked around and
out into the duty room before answering. "You know why I'm taking off for
a few days Mike and it's not because of what happened the other night. That's
a big part of it but I need to get my head and my feelings for you straightened
out in my mind. I was wondering if I came back a couple of days early if
you would mind if I stopped by your apartment and we could talk?"
"There is nothing wrong
with that Gil. We both need to do some thinking and talking never hurts.
You have my number at home don't you? Give me a call when you start back
and I'll meet you at the airport."
He hung his head for
a moment before looking at me with his strikingly blue eyes and saying,
"I'm taking the bus Mike. I can't afford to fly."
"The bus, don't be silly.
Riding a bus to Wisconsin will take at least two days of your leave
there and back." I exclaimed.
"I don't mind the bus.
It'll give me more time to think. Besides that, the nearest airport
to where I live is in Green Bay."
"Bullshit Gil." I said
as I pulled my wallet out. "You take my credit card and get a flight. If
they question it at the airport tell them to call me here. "
"I can't do that Mike.
I appreciate it but I'll be okay, really I will."
"The airport Gil and
I won't take no for an answer." I said as I stood up. "You just be sure
and call me."
For a moment his eyes
went watery and I thought he was going to hug me as I pushed the credit
card at him. Weidemeyer calling me as he came down the stairs stopped that
from happening even though his hugging me would have felt good.
"Have a good leave Lawton."
I said loudly for Weidemeyer's benefit.
"Are you ready Homan?
I want to make this quick." The commander said as Gil left my office.
"Yes sir. Just finished
getting Lawton off on leave." I answered.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The inspection was quick.
We drove through the dock area and the only place we stopped
was at the boat shed where the admiral and captains' boats were docked. I
expected some type of criticism but the old man seemed genuinely pleased
at the condition of the boats and told me to compliment Lawton when he returned
The rest of the day
went by quickly and I didn't see Knickleman before I left. Gil had
been on my mind most of the day but I knew Troy would be waiting for me at
the house. I decided against going there and went to Mickey's instead
for a few beers and some thinking of my own.
* * * * *
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