Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 15:36:20 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Troy McNeal #12

Troy McNeal
(c) By Lee Mariner

April 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and it will depict homosexual activity
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DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
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Chapter #12

We probably would have slept longer if the pressure of Troy's knee pushing
up against the stickiness of my boxer-covered balls hadn't awakened me. He
was lying almost like he had been when he slipped off to sleep except for a
leg over my thigh and his arm over my chest. His chest expanded and relaxed
gently, his heart beating slowly as he breathed. The youthful warmth of his
smooth flesh combined with the clean odor of his thick auburn hair was like
an aphrodisiac assailing my senses.

The digital clock on the top of my bachelor chest showed it was almost 1PM,
we had slept over an hour and Troy had said his mother would be home around
3PM. Running my hand down over his smooth ribs, I kissed his sweet smelling
hair, whispering his name.

"Troy, time to wake up."

He objected in a muffled voice, "not yet, just a few more minutes" he said
snuggling closer his arm over my chest pulling me tight.

"Come on guy, I need a shower and you probably could use one to."

"Awwwwww, I was having such a good dream." He said arching his back so I
would feel his hard cock pressing against my hip and the gleam in his eyes.

"Unh huh, I bet you were and as much as I like holding you, you said your
mother would be home by 3 o'clock and its almost 1 o'clock now. We don't
want her worrying about where you are if she gets home and you aren't there.
Do we?"

"I don't think she would say anything Mike as long as I'm with you." He said
leaning on his elbow and looking at me intently, his eyes sparkling.

"You said you like holding me and I like the feel of your arms around me
Mike, I feel good all over, I really do. We did something together that felt
really great but it was different then when that guy in the movies did it to
me. It felt good when he made me shoot off but when you did it, it felt like
there was more too it then just that Mike, I felt different." He said
softly.

Troy lowered his eyes and leaning against me, he laid his head on my breast
and putting his arm around my chest he squeezed me to him in a tight
embrace. I felt his body shiver slightly and tears run down my chest.

"Tears Troy? You said you felt different from what we did and me holding
you. I feel the same way about you but why the tears?" I said softly,
lifting his face to mine with my finger under his chin.

"I don't know Mike, I have all of these different feelings but I don't know
why I feel the way I do. I told you I don't feel any different when I'm
around girls but when I'm with some of my buddies or I see an especially
good looking guy I get an aching feeling inside of me like I got when I
first met you. When I saw you playing with yourself in the front seat of
your car that night, my body felt like it was going to explode and I shot
stuff all over my shorts without even touching my dick. I rinsed my shorts
out so my Mom wouldn't see what had happened just watching you." He said a
little excited and breathing faster.

Still holding him tight, I felt his heart beating and his body trembling, it
was pure emotion that was causing it. He knew part of what was making him
feel different but not all of it. He was struggling with his emerging
sexuality and still not totally sure of why he felt the way he did. He knew
that his body was changing and he liked the feelings he could create by
masturbating and he liked looking at his friend Sherman and some of the
other boys but he was scared about what they might think about him if they
caught him looking at them or he said anything. There was a lot he still had
to learn and I couldn't help but think he had directed his emotions at me
because he didn't have anyone he could talk with and I was older. What I
knew was that I wanted him and not just for the sex.

Leaning closer, I gently pressed my lips too his in a soft kiss parting my
lips slightly. I felt the tip of his tongue touching mine and there was a
feeling of deep passion surging upwards filling me. Troy must have felt the
same thing, his arms encircled me tight and his tongue was a hot javelin
darting in and out of my mouth twisting and searching.

Breaking the kiss, Troy slid on top of me pressing his pelvis against mine,
his hard cock pushing down on mine. He looked at me with a devilish look,
his eyes gleaming as he ground his hips rolling our cocks between us. Any
restraint I had felt melted away under the onslaught of his passion.

"Do you know what your doing Troy?" I asked huskily feeling my heart rate
increasing and breathing deeply.

"Yeah." He whispered, breathing heavier and grinding his cock hard against
mine, his dark brown eyes glittering.

"I'm a little bigger then you are." I said

"Just a little but I want to try." he said grinning and agreeing with me.

I could feel excitement swelling inside of me, an almost electric charge in
my groin at the anticipation of teaching him what he was yearning for. I
slid down on the pillows and gazing in the depths of his eyes I took his
head in my hands and kissed him gently.

"If you are sure this is what you want Troy, turn around and lay your head
on the inside of my thigh. Follow what I do, breath through your nose, but
watch your teeth."

He slid off of me and I turned on my side, slowly pulling my leg up and
faced him. There was an almost ethereal feeling surrounding us and I watched
while he lifted himself up, sitting beside me. Pulling his legs up he turned
and stretched out beside me laying his head on the inside of my thigh. I
could feel his hot breath flowing over my steel hard cock and the tingling
of pre-seminal fluid oozing from the urethral opening. His hard cock lay
inches from my lips, pre-seminal fluid oozing from the small urethral
opening and dripping like pearls into his pubic hair.

He pulled his leg up like I had when he felt me sliding my arm under his
thigh and I felt his hand sliding down over my back copying the movement of
my hand slowly moving over the velvety softness of his back. His body
tightened when I took the head of his cock between my lips and I felt the
vibration of a low moan resonating from his diaphragm.   The pre-seminal
fluid tasted bittersweet on my tongue and sliding my tongue under his
foreskin, I forced it back exposing the glans on the underside. His muscles
tightened like the strings on a banjo and his moaning increased to an almost
imperceptible whisper as his hips moved thrusting his pulsing, throbbing
cock deeper into my mouth and he twisted his fingers in my hair, " Mike,
Mike."

I didn't resist the piston movement of his hips thrusting his cock down into
the depths of my throat its thick base forcing my mouth to open wider until
I felt my nose being buried in the satiny softness of his balls. I moved my
hand over his back massaging the sinewy thickness of his muscles, feeling
them slowly relaxing as I withdrew my mouth slowly enjoying the taste of his
flowing pre-seminal fluid until only the head was inside of my lips. I
sucked gently on the head of his cock and I heard him sigh long and low as
he exhaled.

He hadn't taken my cock yet but I didn't push, letting him do what he wanted
at his pace. I was enjoying the slowly piston movement of his hips sliding
his cock in and out with an easy rhythm.  He relaxed slowly as I sucked on
his cock and I enjoyed the feeling of his fingers working in my hair when I
felt his lips touch the head of my cock. It was as if an electric
thunderbolt had touched my cock and I tensed slightly, a feeling of ecstasy
flowing over me at the touch of his lips, combining with the euphoric aroma
of his youthful, musky, maleness and I resisted the intense urge to push
deeper.

I remembered the first time I had taken another boys cock in my mouth and
the way he had forced it down my throat, hurting and gagging me. I
remembered what he said when he was driving his cock in and out of my mouth,
"suck my cock you fucking faggot, eat it all. I got a hot load for you. Suck
me you cock sucking bastard." I didn't think Kevin was like some of the
others I knew when I was in school, not from the way he had come on too me.
He was though and made my life miserable with the things he spread about me
but that's all behind me, it was not going to happen too Troy.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock and slowly slid his mouth
down the length until it touched at the entrance to his throat. He gagged
slightly and withdrew taking a deep breath. He tried again and gagged a
little more.

I withdrew from sucking on Troy and placing my hand on his shoulder, I said
quietly.

"Easy, take it easy. Don't try and take all of it this time. Jerk me off
while you suck what you can take without gagging."

"But my cock is all the way inside of your throat Mike, that's what I want."

"Don't be in a rush Troy, it take time and practice. Just do what you can
this time."

He tried again but gagged and then started a slowly rhythmic motion with his
hand while he sucked imitating the way I was sucking on his hard pulsing
cock.

We both settled down to a steady rhythm and it was only a very few minutes
until my sperm rushed up from my nuts exploding into his mouth like a lava
laden volcano, hot and thick flowing steadily with each muscle tightening
spasm.  Troy gagged at the first spasm trying to swallow but it was more
than he could take and I felt some of it dripping from his lips onto the
inside of my thigh.

My sudden climatic seed gushing spasm sent him over the edge and he slammed
his hips tight against my face holding his throbbing, gushing cock deep in
my throat and it felt like scalding hot sperm was flowing down into my gut.
I managed to pull back enough so I could breath and I could feel his body
tighten with each convulsive spasm his thick protein rich sperm filling my
mouth. It was almost as if his cock was a spigot and his nuts were pumping
thick streams of his bodies life giving fluids into my mouth in a never
ending stream.

I held him tight with my lips draining his nuts, stripping the last drops
from his softening cock. Troy was like a babe suckling at his mother's teat.
He continued jerking and sucking on my cock until it started slowly
softening and then he squeezed with his lips stripping its softening lengths
as it slipped from lips. He licked up the few drops of sperm that had
dripped from his lips onto my thigh and then he laid quietly with his head
on my thigh his hand still holding my sensitive cock.

I did much the same except I let my eyes roam over his tight hard muscled
body admiring the soft curves and hard definition, he was going to have a
beautiful body as he grew and I wondered, my tongue licking a gathering drop
of sperm before it dropped on his belly, what the size of his cock would
eventually be. After a few minutes, I tickled his belly button and he
giggled.

I watched the muscles of his stomach tighten as he sat up and looked down at
me smiling. I ran my hand up his chest, along side of his face and around
his neck. Pulling gently he leaned down and his lips tasted like sweet
nectar our tongues mixing the remnants of our sperm.

When we broke the kiss, Troy pulled his legs up under him and leaned over my
stomach propping his body up on his elbow. His dark brown eyes gleamed and I
watched his chest rising and falling as he breathed his breast muscles
expanding, broadening with each breath.

"What are you thinking Troy?" I asked.

"About when I first saw you and how long I've tried to be with you. I
started to think something was wrong but now I know there wasn't. I feel so
good just being here with you and what we just did was awesome, I've never
felt anything like it."

"You were with the guy in the movies"

"That don't count Mike, you know what I mean. That was just sex, that's all,
him sucking my cock.  There were no feelings except just that. Being here
with you, feeling you next to me is different. It all feels so natural, like
I am supposed to be here." He said softly while he outlined my chest muscles
with his finger sending sensual electric shocks through me.

"That's all part of growing up and realizing, exploring our sexuality. We
all go through that stage in our lives, it is just a little more difficult
when we start noticing there is something different about us from what
people are saying. There are subtle but noticeable changes that occur within
each of us. One of the changes is called the sex drive and without guidance
it is hard to understand. The need and desire for sex is one of the
strongest feelings that exist in men and women. You are just learning what
the sex drive is and how you control it. It is not something you learn
overnight, it takes time Troy and some need more time then others."

"That's what my school guidance counselor said but all he told me was that I
would grow out of what I was feeling." He said with his head hanging a
little and I sensed a feeling of turmoil within him.

Lifting up I twisted slightly and leaning on my elbow his face only inches
from mine I lifted his face to mine looking into his soft troubled eyes.
"What's bothering you Troy?"

"I don't know Mike." He whispered tears welling up in his eyes. "I feel
wonderful being here and doing what we did together but I don't know why. My
feelings are all mixed up and I don't think it was because of the sex,
there's something else. I feel it but I don't know how to explain it."

Leaning towards him, I brushed his lips with mine tasting the saltiness of
his tears, his body tensed and I felt the turmoil he was feeling. I didn't
want to believe the feeling he was trying to find and explanation for, not
yet I didn't.

"Your pushing to hard Troy, don't let your feelings control you so much.
Things will become clearer if we take it easy and your feelings will be more
real as you grow. The changes you are experiencing right now are
called---puberty. It's a change in your life that occurs over a few years
usually from the time you are 10 or 11 years old almost until you are 18 or
so. You are just 13 and its only really just getting started."

"I'm almost 14." He giggled and then said, "You keep saying we. Does that
mean I can be with you and we can talk and make love once in awhile, like we
just did?"

"If that is what you want, yes. Right now though we need to shower and get
you home Troy. Mothers are strange creatures, the panic when their young are
not where they are supposed to be." I said swinging out of the bed and
standing up.

"I guess your right Mike but when will I see you again?" He said looking up
at me, sadness in his eyes.

There was a hint of inner anxiety in their depths with the sadness and I
felt it. How were we going to work it out so we could see each other without
raising any suspicions?

"Until the house is finished Troy it is not going to be easy but there isn't
enough time right now to talk about it. Do you go too church?"

"Yeah, Mom and I usually go too 10 o'clock Mass together when she isn't
working. Why?"

"Didn't you tell me your mother's work schedule is changing tomorrow and she
had to be at work from Noon until Midnight?"

"Yeah." He said his eyes lighting up. "I'd forgotten she told me about her
shift changing."

"Okay then, do you want to go to a movie after she goes to work and then
maybe get something to eat afterwards?" I said quietly but feeling just a
little guilty knowing he would jump at the chance. I shouldn't have though,
he was thinking as well.

"I've got another idea Mike." He said with a mischievous look on his face.
"I saw a DVD player on the top of your TV in the other room when we came in.
Why don't we get some popcorn and a couple of good movies and stay here? We
could get some take out and eat here like we did today."

"You figured that out quick enough didn't you? We'll see what we can do but
right now you imp, out and into the shower."

I playfully slapped his butt cheek and he gave me an impish glance and
giggled. Jumping out of bed, his growing cock slapped against the hard
muscles of his abdomen sounding almost like a pistol shot and he turned
looking at me with sparkling eyes.

He was the epitome of youthful vim and vigor, muscles rippling as he posed,
his eye flashing. I cracked up at the sight of his now steel hard cock
jutting out in front of him pointing at me like a battering ram and his gaze
changed to one of surprise and puzzlement.

"Greeks and Romans wrestled nude Troy but I don't think they wrestled with
hard cocks." I said still chuckling and trying to avoid embarrassing him.

"They didn't get a hard on, you sure about that? I get hard just looking at
some hot guys body in the gym and when we wrestle.  I don't see how they
could wrestle naked and not get a boner."

"They weren't horny teenagers, at least I don't think they were." I said
grinning. "Come on lets get cleaned up so we can get you home."

I had showered with men before but those were times of passion, the enjoying
of a man sexually but not really emotionally. Showering with Troy there was
a range of feelings and deep inside of me there was the feeling of an
intense need to protect and keep him safe. What he had said earlier about
how he felt flowed through my head, meshing with what I was feeling. He was
an amazing young man and it was the first of many showers Troy and I would
take together.

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We didn't beat Troy's mother by much in getting home and I breathed a sigh
of relieve when we pulled into my drive and I didn't see her car in front of
their house. We hadn't been standing in front of my house 10 minutes talking
when she drove by and blew her horn. Troy spun and waved at her.

"I'll be here after mass tomorrow Mike." He said before trotting away.

I watched for a minute as he ran towards his mother his auburn hair gleaming
in the sunlight. When he reached his mother he said something to her since
she looked in my direction and waved mouthing something I could not hear. I
waved back and carrying out the charade to avoid any suspicion, I went
inside of my empty house for a few minutes before driving back to my
apartment.

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"Well young man." Judith McNeal said as she followed Troy into the kitchen.
"Did you and Sherman get Mr. Homan's garage cleaned out? I didn't see any
trash out front."

"Sherman's sick Mom. I went to get him and Mrs. Altman said he was in bed
sick so he couldn't help me."

"Sick, Sherman is sick? Mrs. Altman didn't say anything last night when I
spoke with her. Maybe I better call her and see if she needs anything."

Judith dialed the Altman number and when Sherman's mother answered she said,
"Alice, Troy tells me Sherman is sick, is he alright? Is there anything I
can do?"

"Thanks for calling Judith, but he'll be alright. Dr. Kleptmeyer diagnosed
it as just a mild attack of influenza and for him to stay in bed for a
while. He wrote and prescription and with the usual fluids and light diet,
Sherman will be in bed for a few days. I'm so glad Troy didn't catch
anything, he looked fine when he was here earlier."

"That's why it surprised me when he said Sherman was ill, you know how close
those two are; you never see one without the other. Your sure there is
nothing I can do?"

"No Judith thanks again. His father is giving him a sponge bath over much
protesting. He is a little big for me to be bathing him now, you know how
they get when they are teenagers."

"Tell me about it Alice. Troy would have an absolute fit. Let me know if you
need me please."

"I will, thanks for calling."

"How is Sherm Mom? Mrs. Altman didn't let me see him this morning and what
would I have a fit about? Troy asked while pouring a glass of milk.

"He has a slight case of influenza Troy and that's why Alice wouldn't let
you see him. I'm surprised you aren't down with it as much as you guys hang
together. His father was giving him a sponge bath while I was talking with
Alice and I can just see you letting me do that."

"No way." Troy protested. "No girl is going to give me a bath."

"You'll change your mind someday. Why is your hair so damp? It hasn't been
raining."

"I was all sweaty and dirty after helping Mike pack boxes and he said I
could take a shower. He has more stuff where he lives then we have here."

"That's alright Troy but you shouldn't be bothering him like that. Helping
him is okay but you shouldn't be using his shower."

"Why not, there was no harm in it and besides, I asked him. I smelled stinky
from getting all sweaty."

"Perhaps not but we don't know that much about him. Working for him is
alright but your almost 14 and you need to be careful around strange men."

"Mike is not a stranger Mom and he is a lot like Dad, I like him."

"Okay but be careful.  How about pizza for dinner and afterwards we can
watch one of those new videos that Columbia sent us. You can call for the
pizza while I clean up."

"Right after I change clothes Mom, I'll be right back down." Troy said
running up the steps to his room. Looking out the window he saw Mike getting
in his car and waved but he didn't see him.

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The phone was ringing when I opened the door and moving a couple of boxes
out of the way, I found the phone and answered hearing Spunky.

"Hey dude, what's up?"

"Oh hi Spunky, what do you want?"  I answered just a little irritated by his
call.

"Well, well, well. Who are you pissed at bud, we haven't heard from you? I
think I remember someone saying they were going to call after meeting with a
certain unnamed contractor."

"Oh shit Spunky. I forgot all about calling. Our unwashed friend is still
the same, smelly. I hope he is as good as you think he is. We met and he is
supposed to get a figure for me by next Wednesday.  He said something about
being at the club tonight if I wanted to stop in for a drink."

"Hey Mike, he is good, one of the best in this area. He may be a drunk and
not given to taking a bath very often but he is a good contractor. If he
asked you about stopping for a drink, he has more on his mind then a drink
but they say he sucks and fucks like a minx even when he's loaded. You going
to meet him?" I heard him say with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"You never can tell, maybe I can get a discount." I said in a halfhearted
attempt at levity.

"You must be hard up if you're thinking that way Mike. Why don't you come
over tonight and maybe we can hook up with Bob Breslin? We all can go out
later, how about it?"

I hesitated before answering, thinking about Breslin. Maybe he wouldn't want
to see me after what he had said and the way I acted. But he might get my
feeling straightened out from what I was thinking about troy.

"What time Spunky?"

"Hey great, it'll be fun. How about 7 o'clock is that okay? That gives you
plenty of time to get all decked out and put on some of that funky stuff you
wear that makes me so horny. We can have dinner here and then hit a couple
of the clubs." Spunky said trying to sound sexy.

I started to ask how Bob was going to get too his and Ralph's house but held
back thinking about the sudden enthusiasm Spunky was exhibiting. Him and
Spunky were plotting as usual.

"I'll be there but not wearing the cologne that makes you so horny, Ralph
might not be able to handle it."

"Yeah and you can I guess." He responded laughing.

"You know I can. . . . . " I said hanging up the phone.

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TBC