Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 16:09:35 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Troy McNeal #9 Troy McNeal (c) By Lee Mariner March 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of gay fiction intended for adult readers only. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF HOMOSEXUAL MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. The names of all characters are fictional and unrelated to any persons living or deceased. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTRED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories I have written are listed in the Prolific Writers section of the Nifty Archives under the name Lee Mariner. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work of fiction is copyrighted (c) by the author and it is not to be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the consent of the author. Copyright: March 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * Chapter #9 All kinds of thoughts and pictures flashed through my head like a kaleidoscope as I walked back too the house. Troy was big for his age, well built and extremely attractive but he was still only a 13-year-old boy for another 3 months. I've known much older men that were not built as well as he was or were anywhere close to being as attractive and as developed as he was. There was one BIG stumbling block in this ridiculous equation of age and being old enough to have a relationship with another male, AGE. No matter how much I enjoyed it and the feelings I had for Troy because of his age, I should not have taken advantage of the situation or him. He may have wanted us to be involved but it didn't matter, he was a minor and in this state 18 is the age of legal consent and any adult engaging in sex with a minor is considered a sex offender regardless if that minor wanted it or not. Sex with children up to age 16 was considered "child molestation and abuse." With children over 16 until 18 it is considered "physical assault and contributing to the delinquency of a minor." * * * * * * * * There were organizations that tried to have laws changed and used various cases where the minor had been the aggressor but Bible belt lawmakers would never accept that. According to society and the church, minors, aggressor or not were not supposed to have sexual capability and could not understand the ramifications of a sexual encounter. Older men and women that preyed on children were sick and should be locked away. Some lawmakers even went so far as to say that a minor could not be an aggressor since they were still not fully developed. The biggest argument was that it was immoral in the eyes of God and the church. Society would accept a 17year old for military service but they were not permitted to engage in sex legally until they were 18 and even then they could still be prosecuted for immoral acts if caught in a compromising situation. It all changed from state too state and was frighteningly confusing. Everyone admires cute little boys and girls at one time or another but physically and sexually wanting a child was scary and depending on the age limits in some states it could be a disaster. Molesting young children and being found out could lead to long prison terms and a lifetime of ridicule. Kneeing Troy in the testicles was unintentional but it had accidentally become the catalyst that precipitated what had happened and my feelings for him had soared. It seemed to me though, that Troy was the one that had actually initiated the actions that led to our mutual enjoyment. He didn't resist but had actually participated to the extent an obviously inexperienced but very horny young teenager could. Did Sherman's not being with Troy have anything to do with the way he so unabashedly commented on his and Sherman's sexual acts? Was I trying to justify my feelings and what had happened because of his seemingly innocent comments and gestures? That would be so easy to do for my peace of mind but it didn't change what I was feeling and what had happened. I could have walked away or told Troy he was off base but I didn't. Whatever I was feeling and regardless of anything Troy had done or said, he was a minor and I should have rejected any supposed advances he may have made, wanting him or not. It is not difficult to think about teenaged boys seeking sex with their peers and actively being a part of close group of just as interested boys or a particularly close buddy. I did, we all do, and it was the way of learning about our sexuality that is a part of growing up. I had never wanted or sought sex with an older "man" when I first realized I had different feelings when I was around boys and girls. Some of the boys excited me and caused my cock to harden regardless of how much I resisted. In the school showers I had to hide my hard cock when I saw some of the good looking well built boys naked. Girls, on the other hand, did nothing for me they were just a part of life. I wanted to be with the boys and not girls. I liked the feelings I would get when I looked at boys. Troy had not said anything about his feelings or what he wanted until after we had sex and he thought I was mad at him. He said he wanted for me to do what we had done but not why or if he thought he was gay. "Damn did he sense how I felt and just used me?" I said thinking out loud not knowing Troy had came in the house. "Who are you talking too Mike? Sounds like your mad about something." "I was just thinking out loud, that's all. That Tony pisses me off stringing things along. He was given the plans for the changes I want several days ago. Hey, you look great." I said noticing the clothes he had changed into. Twirling around like a doll doing a pirouette, his eyes sparkling he laughed. "You like it Mike?" He said, his hands smoothing the soft yellow flannel McGregor shirt he had put on, outlining the muscles of his torso. His 501 jeans were form fitting and revealing, very revealing. I could feel the beating of my heart increase, my eyes running over his tight muscular body. He did not look 13 or 14 but more like 17 or 18. I stood an even 6'and weighed 186 stripped. His head was even with my chin and from his size and definition he must have weighed in at 135 or 145. He was big for his age and I bet his mother didn't pick out the clothes he had put on. I took a deep breath, calming down a little before answering. "You look fantastic Troy, what's not to like?" "I wanted to look good going out with you to eat. My dad always said we weren't rich but we could afford soap and water to be clean and wear good clothes when we were in public. He picked these out but my mom said they were too old for me. My dad won that one." He said grinning. "He knew what he was talking about Troy, he must have been a hell of a man. Come on, let's get to my apartment so I can change, I'm starving." * * * * * * * * Troy ran ahead of me to the car while I double-checked to be sure the house was locked securely. He was leaning against the window like he had earlier and he was sitting like he had before, sideways facing my side with his left leg pulled up on the seat. He sat quietly watching me as I got in and started the car. After I pulled out on the street, I glanced over at him grinning at me. "What do you find amusing young Mr. McNeal?" He didn't answer, just leaned over and ran his fingers over the stain from where I had climaxed. "You think that's funny do you?" "No." He said leaning back against the door. "Be sure that's locked before you lean against it." "It's locked Mike, I checked. Can I ask you something and you won't get mad at me?" "That depends on what you want to ask." I said wondering what he would ask that he thought might make me angry. At first he turned and sitting straight, he looked out the side window of the car. After a few seconds he turned around and moving a little closer until his knee almost touched my thigh he said softly and sort of twisting his fingers. "Did I make you mad or did you like what we did this morning?" I didn't hear any bells or get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my gut like I had before but I knew I had to be careful, he was searching, looking for approval from me. I didn't know why I didn't think he would ask that one question or even why he thought it would make me mad. He didn't need my approval for what had been done and I had certainly enjoyed it even as one-sided as it had been. The large stain in my trousers would attest to that and I was definitely not angry. I glanced at him sitting and twisting his fingers with an apprehensive look on his face. There was a Wendy's Restaurant we would pass on the way to my apartment and eating there would be a lot more comfortable then in a crowded restaurant and we could talk easier without worrying about being overheard. "Troy, how about we get a couple of burgers, fries with drinks at Wendy's and eat in the apartment instead of going out?" I said taking my hand off of the steering wheel and squeezing his thigh. "What do you say?" "Can I get a Double Cheeseburger with a Biggee Fries and a large Coke?" He said excitedly and for a moment at least forgetting what he had asked me. "Sure you can but are you sure you can eat all of that?" "I can eat a Triple but I wasn't sure you would let me have one. Mom always fusses and tells me I only need a single and no ketchup on my fries." He said shyly looking down at his lap, the little boy showing through. When we pulled up to the intercom I ordered one single and one triple all the way, two orders of French fries, one regular and a Biggee with extra packets of ketchup and two large Cokes. >From Wendy's to the apartment was a short two blocks. When we got there I told Troy where the apartment was and taking the bag, he two stepped up the stairs ahead of me with the bag and left me carrying the drinks. I had to admit I was not used to such youthful exuberance but he surprised me more when we were in the apartment. I gave him the key and he opened the door leaving the key in the lock when he went inside. I closed the door and when I turned around he put his arms around me and I almost dropped the drinks. He squeezed me tight pressing his hard muscled body to mine and looked into my eyes. "Thanks Mike." "Your welcome." I said and still holding the tray with the drinks, put my arms around his neck brushing his lips with mine. I felt a warm sensation spreading over me upwards from my loins and an electrifying shock when he pressed his lips tighter to mine the tip of his tongue like a dart searching, probing for entry. "Yeah." I thought, "it is better we stay in the apartment for lunch." * * * * * * * * TBC