Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2020 15:35:38 -0400 From: Troy Z Subject: Spirit of 76 Part 1 This story is a work of fiction all characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone alive or dead is strictly coincidence. The character of Troy is based on me and my fantasy at that age. I am not, or have ever been, attracted to minors. This story is written for adults over the age of 18. This story takes place in the year 1976. This is a developing relationship between a grown man and a young minor boy. If this offends you, please do not read. I plan this story for several parts but will not continue if readers feel it is not. Please let me know if I should continue the story. Troyzzzzzz64@gmail.com Thank You... Troy Bell stepped from the bus and entered the school. The 11-year-old was feeling a little down after a rough time the day before. Troy had been standing next to Nelda Dunn when the girl turned into him by accident. Nelda looked down at Troy and sneered "get out of my way you little pipsqueak." While he was 11 and would turn 12 later that year, Troy was an exceedingly small boy for his age. He was only 4ft 9 inches tall and only weighed about 58 pounds. Troy then saw the school's maintenance man Mr. Hall standing by the pencil and paper machines. Troy was friends with Mr. Hall's son Scott and had talked to the man on a few occasions. Mr. Hall was 6ft tall about 200 pounds, he had short sandy blonde hair which was slightly receding and a close-cropped beard. Mr. Hall had piercing blue eyes. Troy looked up and Mr. Hall winked at him. Troy broke into a wide smile and proceeded to class. Mac Hall had been the school's Chief Maintenance Technician for about 2 years. He was divorced from his wife and his son Scott attended the school. Scott lived with his mother who still lived in the same community. Scott would spend some days with his dad but mostly stayed with his mother. Mac had met Troy a few times. Scott told him Troy lived with his grandmother and did not know his father. Troy's mother had remarried a man who did not care for Troy much. When his parents moved, Troy's mother felt it was safer for Troy to stay with his widowed grandmother. Mac felt sympathy for the little boy. He had too pretty of a face to be so sad all the time. Troy had brown hair with just a touch of red. You could probably call it auburn but dominated by dark brown. His hair was in a bowl cut it extended a quarter of a way over his cute ears, and bangs hanging down almost in his eyes. His hair extended thickly down the back tapering off at the base of the neck. Troy had a round face with a cute button nose. He had thin lips but not too thin and a pretty chin that perfectly fit his face. Troy had freckles down his nose and under his eyes. The freckles were just enough to make him look adorable. When he smiled Troy had two front teeth that stood out larger than the rest of his teeth and was in a pretty mouth with a slight overbite. Mac watched the smiling boy walk down the hallway dressed in his collarless green and yellow striped shirt and dark blue jeans. Troy was so thin he could stand behind a flagpole and hide. Well, except for a cute little bubble butt. Troy had an unbelievably cute little bubble butt and Mac had noticed it. It was as if Troy's ass developed while the rest of his body was trying to catch up. Troy's innocent bright smile made Mac's morning. While Mac was in the closet, he had never been sexually attracted to boy's before. Mac never acted on his sexuality until after his divorce from his wife. While his wife might have suspected Mac was gay, she never said anything. Mac and her just agreed there was no passion left in their marriage. While homosexuality was starting to become more widespread known, it was still frowned upon in 1976. Mac could also lose his job if he is exposed as gay. Mac will confront feelings he had never experienced before sooner than he thought. Mac was exiting the gym one afternoon and was getting ready to leave for the day. The gym was toward the back of the school and adjacent to the lunchroom. Mac looked up and saw a boy sitting on one of the benches on the sidewalk in front of the lunchroom. He immediately noticed that it was Troy as he was dressed in the same shirt he had on a few days earlier. Troy appeared to be dejected. Mac approached him. "Troy are you ok" asked the burly blonde man. "Hi Mr. Hall. I missed the bus today. I was hoping that Scott had not left yet so I could get a ride from him, but I guess he is already gone." Mac shook his head "yes, Scott's mother has already picked him up. Mac looked at the pretty face before him and oddly noticed for the first-time things he had never seen before. Troy had the prettiest hazel green eyes which were almost hidden behind his bangs. The boy also had a few freckles on his cheeks. His face was a little puffy like he had been crying. Mac knew there was more to the story then missing the bus, but he didn't want to push it right now. "Hey, I tell you what. Why don't you wait here and after I finish putting away my tools I will give you a lift. I mean I know where you live; lord knows I dropped Scott off there enough." Troy's face broke out into a warm smile "thanks Mr. Hall. I would like that. Mac laughed "Troy after school hours you don't have to call me Mr. Hall. You can call me Mac. OK buddy! Troy giggled and responded with a boyishly charming "ok Mac!!!!!" After Mac returned, the two of them got into Mac's dark green Mercury Grand Marquis. Troy marveled at the car. "I don't know anyone with a car this big" as the wind coming through the window blew his helmet of hair all around his face. Mac laughed "I have always liked big cars." Troy had been in the car a couple of times before and was always fascinated by the large back seat. "It sure has a big back seat. You could lay down back there. No, two people could lay down back there." Mac laughed "well Troy it has never been broken in that way." The car sped down highway 70 past Mac's small farm. "You have a nice place mister...I mean Mac. I love the creek. Scott and I started to go down there but never did." Mac glanced at Troy "well I will take you down there some time. Maybe we can wade around in it. It is not deep enough to swim." Troy smiled with his two big teeth out front "That would be great Mac." Mac pulled into the long gravel driveway that led to Troy's grandmother's house. The bus had just pulled away as they approached the entrance to the driveway. The house was not visible from the road due to the growth of bushes and trees. Troy smiled "Wow we almost beat the bus. No wonder it feels like such a long ride every day because it is. Thanks Mac, I will check the mail and just walk up to the house." "Troy it is a good 1/8 of a mile. I will give you a ride up to the house." Troy shook his head "no honestly Mac I like the walk." Mac shut the car off and turned to face the boy. "Troy was there more to what was bothering you then missing your bus." Troy faced the concerned handsome man with his lovely eyes. "Yes, Nelda Dunn called me a sissy today. The other day she called me a pipsqueak. No girl in class thinks I am cute. I feel so ugly." With his right hand, Mac slowly started massaging Troy's back and told him that Nelda was just jealous because he was prettier than she was. He told the boy that one day the girls will be chasing him. Troy thought to himself "no way" while he was aware of the man's large hand on his back. It felt so good as Troy lowered his head towards his feet. Mac took his left hand, placed it under the boy's chin and lifted it so Troy was staring into his blue eyes. Their faces were mere inches away. Mac looked into the mesmerizing hazel green eyes "Troy you are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen." Troy smiled as their faces were inching closer together. Mac was suddenly aware of the growing bulge in his jeans. Troy's face was so close he could feel the heat from the boy's breath mixed with the onion chili dog he had for lunch. Just as their lips approached each other Mac raised up, removed his right hand from Troy's back and kissed the top of his head enjoying the intoxicating boy odor of the mop top. Troy frowned as he leaned back and stepped out of the car. He turned back and Mac smiled at him. Troy smiled and started towards his home. Mac tried not to but could not help staring at the tight little butt in the blue jeans. If Mac's pants had been made of paper his cock would have split the seams. The man sped out and got home as fast as he could. Mac ran through the door to the bedroom throwing off his clothes along the way. Mac flopped naked on his bed and stroked his cock. Troy face was over top of his and the mouths collided, and Mac had the most intense orgasm he had in years. Semen spurted so fast and hard some of it actually landed on his throat. Then Mac put his right arm over his forehead. "OH MY GOD!!!!" Later that night Troy Bell was tossing in his bed. Troy had always fantasized about men. It began a few years early as the boy looked at photos of boys and men modeling underwear in a mail in catalogue. The men especially interested Troy. He would stare at the bulge in the underwear. He would often think of lying with the men naked although he certainly didn't understand anything about sex. I just felt good to him to see that image in his mind. Now Mac was in his thoughts. Did Mac like him that way? Troy rolled over to the right side and placed a pillow between his legs and began rubbing his little penis against it. He was naked with Mac and they were kissing, kissing, and kissing. All of a sudden, the most tingling fantastic feeling surged in his groin; it was the most euphoric feeling the boy had ever felt. He breathed heavy as he drifted off to sleep in the imaginary arms of Mac Hall. End of Part 1. Please let me know if I should continue.