Date: Wed, 02 Apr 2003 22:39:00 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Troy McNeal #11 Troy McNeal (c) By Lee Mariner March 2003 DISCLAIMER: This story is a fictional gay fantasy and includes homosexual acts between men and boys. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters and events are fictional and unrelated to any place, person or persons living or deceased. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories I have written can be found under the name of Lee Mariner in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors. Constructive criticism is appreciated. LEGAL COPYRIGHT: This story is copyrighted (c) by the author and man not be copied or 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 is not to be copied or archived on any site without the written consent of the author. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Chapter #11 If a pedophile is supposed to feel about children the way I felt carrying Troy in my arms then I guess I could be called a closet pedophile. How does someone describe the inner feeling of wanting and the physical desire or the need for another human being? Not just for the sexual gratification but the loving and caring for someone that returns those feelings. Troy was an exciting, handsome, stimulating young man very well developed physically for his age. That early development and increased physical activity during his remaining years in school improved his body magnificently, he was stunningly handsome. He stopped growing at 6' and sports in school along with weight workouts at home with me contributed to his overall body improvement but it was acrobatics that developed him overall until he was a finely toned 170lbs of smooth hard muscle. As he grew older and his body developed his stories about being hit on by both girls and boys were more frequent and amusing. I admit to feeling no small amount of pride in his development. The most gratifying times were when he came to me with a problem and then solved it pretty much on his own with little input from me other than listening. The roles have slowly reversed over the years since that first afternoon when I carried him into the bedroom, his arm over my shoulder, his head resting on my chest. Making love to Troy that first time was an awakening, a filling of the emptiness that I had kept suppressed within me for so long. The one thing I was missing, the one thing that most gay men hide, is the feeling of reproductive satisfaction, creating something of us from our loins, a legacy. That most basic of needs is always there but we keep it hidden behind a veil of self-sufficiency trying to convince others and ourselves that it does not exist but knowing that it does. After I had removed his shoes and jeans he lay quietly looking up at me as I stood over him almost mesmerized by the magnificence of his smooth muscular definition. His shoulders were broad, tapering to his small waist and his skin was smooth and unblemished, the color of golden honey. His thick tapered uncut cock lay on his thickening pubic hair reaching for his belly button its pink head peeking out from its protective hood. There was dampness at the urethral opening and I could see it pulsing with the beat of his heart. His broad chest rose and fell slowly expanding his developing pectoral muscles displaying large pinkish breasts with dark nipples. His face was square jawed, his nose finely sculpted and his eyes were dark limpid brown pools that gleamed with excitement. Troy had a beauty that Michelangelo saw within the block of marble when he created his David. I could see within Troy the chrysalis of a living, growing, developing Adonis waiting to burst from its cocoon and I knew deep inside of me that Troy would never be mine alone but he would be mine to help grow and develop and fill the emptiness I felt. * * * * * * * * * Sitting on the edge of the bed I leaned over him looking down into the dark soft depths of his eyes and I whispered softly, "You are beautiful Troy" and he smiled up at me. Running my fingers down over the soft velvetiness of his ribs, I caressed the soft hardness of his chest muscles with the other hand. His eyes widened slightly at my touch and he trembled slightly, sucking air between his gleaming white teeth. I heard a long low moan float up from deep inside of his body, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mike" and slipping my right forearm behind his neck and supporting myself on my elbow, I leaned down kissing and sucking on the nipple of his left breast covering the other breast with my free hand squeezing gently. Troy's body tightened and he inhaled deep expanding his chest, his nipple hardening from the touch of my tongue. He ran both hands through my hair and I could feel a slight pressure as he pressed my head down he turned and lifted his torso slightly forcing his breast tighter against my sucking lips. I could feel the pace of his heart increasing, his breathing becoming more rapid and I slowly moved my hand down over his chest and stomach while I suckled at his breast. Laying my hand over his steel hard cock I pressed down against his hard flat stomach and he gasped lifting his hips slightly and then sighed, his body slowly relaxing as my fingers curled around his cock squeezing gently. Lifting my lips from his breast I sat up again holding his cock, my fingers contracting and relaxing over its hard length, looking down at him. His eyes shone brightly and he ran the tip of his tongue over his lips with his hand rubbing my thigh, before saying softly. "Are you going to get in bed Mike?" * * * * * * * * * * Pulling my shirt over my head, I felt the light touch of Troy's hand, his fingers brushing over my breast muscles, a shiver rushed over me tightening my muscles momentarily from the unexpected feel of his touch and I felt a sharp electrifying tingle deep in my loins. Relaxing, I dropped the shirt on the floor sucking air between my teeth, my chest expanding, and muscles vibrating from Troy's almost feather light touch. His hand drifted over my chest down over my stomach, his fingers scratching the hair. "Your muscles are big just like my Dads were Mike and he didn't have any hair on his chest either." He said almost wistfully. "He had hair growing on his belly just like you do and I could see it sticking up over the top of his shorts when he took his shirt off." "You miss your dad Troy?" I said unzipping my pants and leaning over to remove my shoes. "Sometimes I do but we didn't know each other that much, he was gone all of the time. I sure missed him when I started feeling strange and he wasn't around for me to talk with about it." "And that's why you and Sherman talk and look at pictures of girls and boys?" I said while slipping my pants off but leaving my boxers on. "Yeah but there is still a lot of things I don't understand Mike. I don't get hard around girls but some boys I see excite me and my cock gets so hard it aches. " "You have learned quite a bit Troy. You know boys excite you more than girls and you enjoyed what that guy in the movie did and what we did before." I said softly moving my hand over his body feeling him tense when I touched hit tits and his ribs just under his armpit. "Maybe Mike but I hav. . . . " He started to say and I cut him off. "Shhhhh baby, no more talking. Close your eyes and relax." I said soothingly and caressing his smooth lightly muscled body. His cock and mine had softened some while we talked but at the touch of my fingers his cock stiffened its pink head emerging. Troy's cock was thick at the base in a light nest of dark hair and tapered with a smooth bullet shaped head and I wanted to feel his cock slipping down my throat but he needed to relax before I had that pleasure. His body was as taut as a drumhead and he was almost hyperventilating from anxiety or anticipation I wasn't sure which. Moving beside him I stretched out and slipping my forearm under his neck, I reached over and pulled his body closer. He turned just enough to look in my eyes and place his hand on my chest. I leaned down and running my tongue over his lips he opened his mouth and we kissed long and passionately. He moaned into my mouth our tongues twisting in almost mortal combat and he put his arm around my neck holding me tight. Throwing one leg over mine he pulled closer pressing his hard cock against my hip and I run my hand up and down his smooth back from the crack of his ass to the nape of his neck and I could feel his muscles relaxing, rippling as I massaged them. Taking his arm from around my neck I twisted, sitting up as Troy rolled on his back. Pre-seminal fluid was pouring from his throbbing cock and when I touched it he groaned thrusting his hips upwards, his hand on my back. Lifting his cock with my fingers I lowered my head and opening my mouth his cock slid between my lips and down into the depths of my throat. I made the mistake of forgetting I had the cock of a hot horny teenager down my throat and almost as soon as I clamped my lips around the base of his cock Troy groaned loudly and arched his back driving his cock deeper with his hands holding my head. I felt his cock swell and harden like hot steel filling my throat and mouth and it erupted gushing streams of thick hot sperm. The bucking of his hips with each spasm was draining his balls and the intensity of his climax sent me over the edge and the hot pent up passion of wanting Troy burst up through my cock like a fountain gushing water. Spasm after spasm exploded filling my boxers and I felt the stickiness flowing around my balls. I groaned deep at the feeling of ecstasy that engulfed me sure he was feeling the same way and Troy trembled almost violently as his cock slowly started softening between my lips. His fingers twisted in my hair as I drained the last drops of his seed tasting the bittersweet flavor. Lying down beside him I lowered my lips to his in a deep kiss and mixed the remnants of his sperm with our saliva. He opened his eyes wide when he swallowed and his tongue twisted with mine gently probing as if searching for hidden deposits. I reached over the bed and when I pulled a sheet over us he looked at me funny and said, "What about you Mike? I felt what happened to you when you were sucking on me but it's not fair." There was a tone of concern in his voice but I knew he wasn't ready for anything else right then and I rubbed his nose with mine Eskimo fashion. "I'm fine little one, don't worry." I said softly pulling him closer to me. "Just relax for now, there will be other times." Troy laid his arm over my waist and snuggled closer with my arm around his shoulders and he laid his head on my chest under my chin. It was only a few minutes and I knew he had slipped off to sleep from the easy way he was breathing. It felt good both of us holding each other. I didn't know what the future held but right then I didn't care, I didn't feel that emptiness inside of me and Troy felt like he belonged where he was. * * * * * * * * * TBC