Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 07:35:41 -0400
From: The Mariner <Mariner23502@netscape.net>
Subject: The Kid

THE KID

By Lee Mariner

October 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy and will depict male homosexual acts.
All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or
persons living or deceased. This story is intended for adult reading
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DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX OR USE INTRAVENOUS DRUGS. IT CAN BE
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This is the story about a sixteen year old boy and a thirty year old man
who meet in the public rest room of a large super shopping complex. Not
a mall but a combination mercantile and grocery story. It will seem a
little abstruse at first reading and perhaps absurd but not impossible in
today's world.

Carl Miller is thirty years old, 5' 10", 160 pounds, nice looking with a
lean muscular build. He has a tapered 7" uncut cock with a thick nest of
dark brown hair around its base and covering his pelvis with a think dark
hairy line between the ridges of his abdominal muscles. His muscle
ripped stomach is hard and his chest is smooth and defined with large
brown breasts and dark nipples. He has dark brown hair, unruly but well
groomed and his brown eyes are soft and warm. Carl lives alone on the
second floor of a converted brown-stone in a one bedroom apartment.  His
mother lives in another neighborhood by herself since the passing of his
father. He usually has Sunday dinner with her when he is not out of town
or otherwise occupied in the company of an acquaintance which it not that
often. On occasion he accompanies her on shopping trips to one of the
new super shopping store conglomerates. A task he does not enjoy but he
complies with his mother's wishes.

It was on one of these shopping trips that he meets sixteen-year old
Vance Knowles; a broad shouldered black haired, green eyed kid solidly
built with the swarthy looks of an Irish Adonis.


Chapter #1

It was early Saturday morning when my phone rang and I knew instinctively
that it was my mother calling. She always called before eight o'clock in
the morning when she wanted something.

"Good morning Mother." I said into the receiver.

"Good morning Carl. How did you know it was me?"

"I always know when its you calling Mother." I answered smoothly trying
to be mysterious.

"Well whatever, I need you to take me to the store this morning." She
said.

"Of course, what time would you like for me to pick you up?"

"Ten o'clock Carl and don't be late, I want to be finished and home
before noon. You know I can't stand being out in the heat that much."

"Mother, the store and car are air-conditioned. You aren't outside that
much."

"Never you mind Carl, just don't be late."

"Yes Mother, ten o'clock. I'll be there on time."

"See that you are." She said disconnecting the call without a good-bye.

 * * * * * * * * *

My Father Max Miller had passed away from cancer when I was twenty-two
and still in college. My mother Ellen had become more and more despondent
after his death and had came close to insisting I leave college and move
back home with her. That was avoided when I finally managed to talk her
into seeing a grief counselor. Mother attended counseling sessions for
almost a year and the counselor did an amazing job of bringing her back
to a semblance normalcy.

When I graduated and took an apartment rather than moving back in with
her she had a fit but after a few days accepted the fact that I would be
leading my own life with only moderate interruptions from her. Those
interruptions were frequent enough that it disrupted my making any kind
of commitment or enjoy meeting someone. I had known I was gay for years
and during college I really came out and joined the gay college students
gay alliance.

I had not really worried about my gay lifestyle being discovered by my
parents and I had intended to come out to them before I graduated. My
Father dying and the subsequent condition of my Mother changed all of
that. I wanted to tell her I was gay but held back probably out of a sub
conscience fear as to how it would effect her mentally. She had taken
Dad's death hard and finding out I was homosexual would probably have
pushed her over the limit.

I had reluctantly settled into a self inflicted routine of self
gratification and fantasy with an infrequent visit to one of the local
gay bars. I knew about public restrooms but refrained from visiting them
for fear of the police. Being arrested on a morals charge was a little
riskier than I liked to live.

* * * * * * * * *

When I drove up the drive to Mother's house the car dash clock was at
precisely at ten o'clock and I saw her standing in the entry way behind
the full glass door. The wearing of shorts or even slacks was not
something she would ever do. In her opinion a lady always dressed when
she went out in public and she was fully dressed including her inevitable
hat, gloves and purse.

While she walked across the porch and down a short flight of steps I
opened the car door for her.

"Good morning again Mother." I said quietly.

"And you are on time, thank goodness." She answered as she got into the
car.

"Oh Christ." I thought to myself as I closed the car door. "It's going to
be another one of those days."

I was right, Mother droned on and on about her hardships and not being
able to understand why I needed to live in an apartment when she had a
perfectly good four-bedroom house.

"We have gone over all of this before Mother." I said with a tone of
exasperation.

"Yes and you never give me an answer." She said. "Give me one good reason
why you must life alone."

"Mother you know the answer to that. So, if you please, can we drop it?"

"That is what you always say." She said as I pulled into the stores
parking lot.

I could see they parking lot was pretty full and there was no way I would
find a place close enough that would satisfy her. "Mother, I'll drop you
at the entrance and then park the car. Why don't you wait for me inside
the entrance?"

"I guess I'll have to." She said. "You wouldn't think there would be so
many people out shopping this early and on a hot day."

Rather than getting out and opening the door I reached across and opened
the door from the inside. "I won't be long." I said as she got out. I
watched her for a moment until she was inside and then pulled away to
look for a parking space. I hated to admit it but Mother was right. In
the distance I had to walk from where I parked the car to the entrance I
could feel sweat running down over my ribs and between the muscles of my
chest and stomach. It wasn't even noon and it had to be almost ninety
degrees without a cloud in the sky.

Mother was standing next to her shopping cart just inside the door off to
one side. When I opened the door, a blast of frigid air hit me and a
shiver ran over me as the cold air came into contact with the sweat on my
body. A sudden urge to urinate hit me as the door closed. When she
looked up from checking her shopping list she wrinkled her nose. "Don't
you use underarm deodorant Carl? There are huge sweat stains under your
arms."

"I do Mother but as you predicted, it is rather hot out and I don't have
much control over my sweat glands." I said injecting a sarcastic tone
into my answer.

"Well you should try one of the powdered ones, it might help." She
answered starting to walk away anticipating I would push her cart.

"Mother, if you don't mind, I need to use the men's room. I'll catch up
with you."

"Well I never, we just got here!" She answered trying to look put out and
annoyed. "Oh all right, if you must, but don't be long. You know how
nervous I get in crowds."

 * * * * * * * * * *

The men's room was located inside the front entrance next to the customer
service center. Just inside there is a small room tables attached to
the walls that folded down to be be used for changing a baby's diapers.
Antiseptic receptacles for used paper diapers were also attached to the
walls next to each table. A small hand basin was mounted between the two
table stations. I never figured out why there was a diaper changing
station in a men's room but there must be a need for them.

A swinging door separated the diaper from from the regular men's room.
Four standard urinals and two smaller urinals were mounted on the left
wall as you entered.. The smaller urinals were lower to the floor and
obviously meant for kids. On the opposite wall was a row of hand basins
for washing. An older man was combing his hair and looked at me in the
wall mirror when I came in. He averted his eyes from mine when I
entered and quickly finished combing his hair. He left as I stepped up to
one of the urinals. and unzipped the fly of my jeans. Pulling my
piss-hard cock out exhaled as a strong stream of golden urine hit the
deodorant block in the urinal.

A feeling of relief washed over me as my bladder emptied and while I
milked the last drops from my cock I heard the outer door open. A young
well built black haired teenager pushed through the swinging door. He
stood for a moment just inside the door his brilliant emerald green eyes
glancing around the bathroom and then at me. I was still holding my cock
and I could see his gaze focusing on my hand slowly milking its hardening
length. Shifting his gaze and looking into my eyes he ran his hand over
the thick muscles of his chest and down over his hard flat stomach. His
face lit up in a brilliant smile as he massaged the thickening bulge in
his tight cutoff jeans.

"Hey guy, what's up." He said in a low teasing tone as he moved with an
almost feline grace to a urinal two removed from mine.

"Not much." I managed to stammer unable to take my eyes from the movement
of his hand as he unzipped his jeans.

"I wouldn't say that, not from where I'm standing." He said grinning as
he pulled out his hardening uncut cock starting a slow hypnotic stroke of
its thick tapered length.

He skinned the loose skin sheath back exposing the blood engorged head of
his cock and ran his tongue over moist succulent lips. He turned towards
me and as he started to move in my direction we heard the outside door
open. While I quickly slipped my cock back inside my jeans he moved past
me with his cock in his hand and disappeared around the end of the wall
to where the commodes were. Just as I turned on the water to wash my
hands an overweight middle aged man came through the door. He moved
quickly to the nearest urinal and relieved himself as I washed my hands.
While I was using one of the warm air dryers he finished and left without
washing up. Just as I started to leave without checking the commodes the
young teenager walked around the wall end.

"That's one of the bad things about this place, no privacy." He said
grinning at me. "If your still interested we can use one of the stalls. I
got kind of horny watching you before."

"I'd like that but not in here. Bathrooms make me nervous." I said.

"I don't know about nervous dude. From the looks of your cock you seemed
pretty turned on to me."

"I was at first but that guy coming in broke that up." I said quietly
looking into his soft green eyes. "I don't have that much time now but
maybe we could get together later."

"How do I know your on the up and up." He said still grinning.

"You don't any more than I know if you are. I'd like to see you later if
you mean what you said about being horny unless your hustling."

"I 'm not a hustler." He said his eyes flashing briefly. "How can I meet
you?"

"Do you know where Greenup and Constitiution are?" I asked.

He nodded his head yes and I told him I'd meet him there at eight
o'clock.

He moved closer and slid his well muscled arm around my waist. Pressing
his hard body against mine he looked me in the eyes and pushed his cock
against mine. I could feel his cock tbrobbing against mine and I sucked
air deep into my lungs as waves of heat flowed over me down into my
groin.

"Yeah." He whispered brushing my lips with his. "Yeah man I'll be there.
You got a name? Mine is Vance."

He was only an inch or two shorter than me and his body felt like steel.
My cock and body ached with desire but I took a deep breath as he
released me. "Carl." I answered.

"See you later Carl." He said as he adjusted his cock and went through
the swinging door.

* * * * * * * * * *

I washed my face again with cold water and looked at my reflection in the
mirror. For a few moments I thought I had been dreaming until I felt the
sensation of pre-seminal fluid oozing from the head of my softening cock.
 Unzipping again I took the handkerchief from my hip pocket and wiped
the head of my cock before leaving to find my Mother.

I found her at a checkout station fussing with the clerk about the prices
and to not forget her senior citizens discount. She looked behind her
when she heard me.

"Let the young lady do her job Mother and we'll get out of here that much
faster."

"And just where have you been?" She asked glaring at me.

"I told you I needed to use the men's room and looking for you took me
some time." I said unruffled by her stare.

"Well for all of the help you have been I might just as well have came by
myself." She said while trying to watch the cashier and fuss with me.

"You could have done that quite well Mother. It isn't necessary that I
follow you around while you shop." I said a little irritated at her
attitude.

My mind was on Vance and getting out of the store without listening to
her constant complaining. I saw her stiffen briefly before paying for her
purchases but I knew she would wait until we were alone before starting
her badgering again. Putting the receipt and change in her pocketbook
she moved past the full cart without asking me to push it knowing I would
follow her.

Mother waited at the entrance with the cart while I went for the car.
She still waited inside until I had loaded the bags of groceries and
other items she had purchased into the trunk. When I opened the car door
she came out and got into the car.

She didn't say anything when I slid behind the wheel and was quiet for
over half of the trip home. I knew better than hope she would not say
anything and I was right. Just as I made the turn onto Riverside Dr. she
opened up.

"My heavens." She said. "You reek of disinfectant. It's a good thing the
air-conditioning is on or it would gag me."

"Mother." I responded. "The men's rooms have automatic disinfectant
dispensers. I'm sorry if it offends you but there was nothing I could do
about it."

"At least you would think they had something less offensive. Will you be
over for dinner tonight? I'd like to know so I can have things ready."

"Sorry Mother, not tonight. I have an appointment." I said as I drove up
to her side door that lead into her kitchen.

"Oh heavens, you always have an appointment. I don't see that much of
you as it is without you working all of the time." She said feigning
disappointment.

"That's what pays my bills." I said just a little flippantly while
unloading the car trunk.

Well just be sure you are over for dinner after church Sunday." She said
as I put the last of the bags on the counter.

"I'll call you later about that Mother." I said kissing her on the cheek
as I left.

I expected some kind of a retort but she stood at the top of the short
three stair flight looking at me. I waved as I pulled the door shut.

 * * * * * * * * * *

Stopping at a 7-11 store on the way to my apartment I bought a twelve
pack of Miller Lite and a few bags of potato chips and pretzels. If
Vance drank beer I'd have it to offer and if he preferred a soft drink
there was plenty of Pepsi in the fridge.

I tried doing some work for a client but I was so nervous and anxious for
the time to pass I couldn't keep the columns of numbers straight and I
shut my computer off.

When seven o'clock rolled around I shaved and took a long shower before
dressing. I had put the clothes I was wearing earlier in the dirty
laundry basket and put on a pair of gray athletic shorts with a white
t-shirt. I slipped on a pair of sandals and went out to my car to meet
Vance if he showed.

I parked in the parking lot of a closed typewriter repair shop with about
fifteen or twenty minutes before the time he was to meet me. I didn't
wait long before I spotted him walking down Greenup. He had changed
clothes and was wearing tight fitting white shorts, a black pullover
muscle shirt and white athletic lowcuts with white socks.

Vance leaned up against the iron railing of a fence that enclosed the
corner lot and I waited for a few minutes to be sure he was alone before
flashing my lights. I didn't see any other cars drive by or anyone else
walking in the area and I flashed my parking lights. I appreciated the
caution he showed when he walked across the street using the crosswalk.
He didn't walk directly towards the car but moved by cautiously looking
into the driver side window.

When he saw me sitting behind the wheel his face broke into another
brilliant smile. and he moved around the rear of the car to the
passenger door.

"Have you done this before?" I asked as he got in the car.

"Nope, not like this. Most guys I meet lead me to their cars in the
parking lot. They move to where there aren't many cars and suck my dick.
We going to do that here?" He said as he turned and looked at me.

"Not unless that is what you want Vance. My apartment is only a block
away."

"I knew you were different when I saw you in the bathroom." He said
sliding a little closer. When he put his hand on the bulge in my
athletic shorts he squeezed and I started the car up. His clean body
odor assailed my nostrils and I was so excited I could feel the blood
pounding in my ears.

"Man alive, your hot as hell." He exclaimed as he ran his hand down over
the inside of my thigh.

"Keep doing what your doing and I'll pop a nut before we get home." I
croaked nervously.

"Easy baby, easy. Let's not waste anything." He said moving back across
the seat. "I've been waiting all afternoon."

"Me too." I said as I pulled the car into my garage.

* * * * * * * * * *