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Chapter #26

Kelly’s was a neighborhood bar that had changed hands several times as the residential and semi-business area that surrounded it changed with restoration.  It had been at the same location for years but its biggest claim to fame was its variety of mammoth burgers and string cut French-fries.  Consuming one burger in a single setting was a feat in itself and their popularity was justified. The owners’ contribution to interior change was minimal. His philosophy was not to change what did not need changing.   

The interior hadn’t really changed much with time except for a few more tables being squeezed in and a small covered terrace on the front.  The interior walls were covered with a multitude of neon signs extolling the variety of beers that were carried and in what space was available, pictures that had faded and yellowed with time hung on nails.

Most of the characters in the pictures had probably gone on to the great beer joint in the sky but the pictures did give a certain feeling of solidarity to the décor. The terrace was enclosed by a three-foot high cast iron fence and flower boxes filled with artificial flowers that were of no use except as decoration. It was, of course, a favorite place for cruising since it had been cut out of what was once a wide sidewalk.  There was still part of the sidewalk left but when a good looking stud walked by his crotch was at eye level displaying his equipment and eyes and heads followed him as he passed.

There was, amazingly, one unoccupied table on the terrace and when we walked into the main dining room and bar; Ralph made a beeline for it.  I couldn’t help but grin as he maneuvered through the tables paying no attention to the waiter who started to greet us.  

There were a couple of what looked to be marine types wearing skintight muscle shirts and tight jeans sitting at the small bar. When we passed them, one glanced back over his shoulder.  He had dirty blond hair. robin-egg blue eyes and a devilish grin.  He was sitting relaxed but I could see that he was extremely will built from the width of his back and the muscles not to well hidden by his tight sleeveless shirt.    We locked eyes for a brief second just before I bumped into an occupied chair.  His grin broadened into a smile as I struggled to keep my balance and I felt my face getting warm from embarrassment.

I excused myself to the young lady sitting in the chair and followed Ralph out on the terrace. I did manage a look back and, for a moment before I went through the door, I thought I saw him looking at me in the bar’s back mirror. Gil’s image flashed in my brain and I felt emptiness in my gut.  

The obviously gay waiter was standing next to Ralph with a bunch of menus in his hand.  I would have usually sat down facing the street but Ralph had taken that chair. I moved around him and sat down where I had an oblique view of the street and bar.  

Ralph ordered a Miller Lite but I changed up and ordered a twenty-two ounce Killian’s Red Lager with a frosted glass.

We scanned the menu and by the time the waiter returned with our drinks we had made our decisions.  I ordered Kelly’s special cheeseburger and substituted a house salad for the French-fries. Ralph ordered a chili cheeseburger with fries.  

“Damn Ralph.” I exclaimed. “Eat that and every artery in your body will be clogged with cholesterol and fat.”

“I treat myself every now and then. An extra hour in the spa, where I have not seen you lately, will work the fat off.” He said grinning.

I glanced at the bar before answering. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been pretty busy what with the new house and the hurricane. I’ll get back on schedule when things settle down.”  I said, noticing that the blond was alone at the bar. The other marine type had either left or was in the men’s room.

“Unh huh, real busy. Is he still there?” Ralph said his eyes smiling at me over the rim of his glass.

“What…..who?” I stammered.

“The blond at the bar. The one you almost fell over the chair looking at as we came in.”

“He looked first Ralph. I didn’t even notice him until he did.”  I stammered, feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ugh huh and you couldn’t help checking him out. I know your young neighbor is not as old as he is but he’s probably only a few years older than the sailor you mentioned. I wouldn’t say by much though. He’s maybe in his early twenties.”  He said with a teasing lilt to his voice.

“He might be, I didn’t pay any attention. But you’re right on two counts. Troy is fourteen and Gilbert is almost nineteen and they both have got my head pretty screwed up.” I complained softly looking around at the other tables to be sure no one could overhear us.

“Damn Mike, a fourteen year old? Jesus, even Spunky leaves jail bait alone.” He said wide-eyed.

“Oh, he does! You’re sure about that are you? It sure didn’t sound like it the first time we checked the house out and Troy and his buddy were tossing a football around.”  I answered almost vehemently.

“Easy Mike, don’t get pissed.  I’m just saying that as far as I know Spunk doesn’t that’s all. He might but if he does he doesn’t talk about it.”

“And I guess your telling me I should keep my big mouth shut? Christ Ralph, if I don’t talk with someone about it I’ll bust.”

“It’s that bad is it? They both must be pretty hot.” He said as he poured the rest of his beer into his glass.

“There’s more to it than being hot.  I’ve never had any experience with teenagers since I was that age. From what you said about that Darren kid at the garage it seems you have. Kids that age always scared the shit out of me, especially with my being in the navy.”

Before he could answer our orders were brought with a Killian’s that I hadn’t ordered.  He placed our food on the table and the beer in front of me.  He answered the question in my mind before I could ask it.

“The blond at the bar sent it.” He said with a simpering smirk on his face.

I turned sideways slightly and saw he was looking in my direction. He lifted his bottle and nodded. I lifted the glass and nodded back. He moved from his stool I thought for a moment he was coming in our direction but he turned and went down the short hallway that led to the men’s room.

“You must have really impressed him with your short glance Mike. That is a come on if I ever saw it.”  Ralph said, again with a teasing lilt in his tone. “The younger crowd seems attracted to you and I have no idea why.”

I had forgotten our waiter still standing next to our table and just as I was about to answer Ralph’s dig he spoke. “He comes here pretty regular.”

“What?” I said jerking around and looking at him.

He moved back a step with his tray held in front of him. “Oh nothing, enjoy your dinner.”  He said as he scurried away.

“Asshole.” I thought as he left.  “Nosey little bastard isn’t he?”  I said to Ralph.

“Just observant Mike. It’s obvious the kid likes you or he wouldn’t have sent the beer. He must be over twenty-one or they wouldn’t be serving him beer and unless I miss my guess he is in the service. Probably a marine and stationed at the base with the detachment there.”

“You can tell all of that and that he is a marine as well?” I asked.

“I was in the fleet marine force for four years Mike but you know that.  I was stationed at Camp Pendleton and I sucked a horny teenage recruit almost every day.  Being a medical corpsman does have its advantages and horny teenage recruits who are restricted to base for two months will damn near fuck a snake. You should know that as long as you’ve been in the navy.”

I couldn’t help but snicker, remembering when I had been stationed at the Great Lakes training center in Illinois.  I had never had sex with any of the recruits but I had seen plenty of half-hard cocks running around between the showers and lockers when I held an inspection. More than once I had jerked off in my room fantasizing about a particularly well-endowed youngster.

“Yeah your right.” I answered grinning. “There was more than one I would have swallowed in a heart beat but that was way off base for me until Gilbert.”

“Gilbert is the nineteen year old?”

“And Troy is fourteen years old. The kid at the bar reminds me of Gilbert except Gils hair is strawberry blond and his eyes are a deeper blue. Gil’s body is well muscled but slim not bulked up like the kid at the bar.  Troy on the other hand is tall for his age and well built. He has auburn hair and blue eyes like Gil. For his age he has quite a thick bush and lets just say he’s more than adequate. He’ll be a killer good-looking kid when he is grown. Gil is better educated sexually than Troy. Troy is as innocent as the driven snow but he knows what he wants.”

“And he wants you if I’m reading you right and you’re hooked.”

“Like a fish and Gilbert has not helped the situation.”

We had finished our burgers while we were talking. Ralph high-signed our waiter and as he was loading his tray with our dirty plates we ordered another beer. The waiter looked at me inquisitively at first and then left.  Before he brought our fresh beers Ralph glanced over his shoulder at the bar, the blond was still at the bar.

“Do you want to send him a beer?” He asked.

“If I do that Ralph, he will think I’m interested.”

“Probably but not necessarily.  We’re together and that could act as a deterrent. It’s kind of brassy of him to be sending a beer like that but you did cruise him for a minute when you looked at him.”

The waiter brought our beers and when I looked inside the bar was empty.  The blond had left.

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We talked for another hour or so and drank another beer. I told Ralph about Troy’s father being killed and about his mother Judith’s taking care of him while working as a nurse.  I didn’t tell him about the sexual bit in the bathroom when I accidentally hit Troy in the nuts or about his being in my apartment.  Maybe I should have but for some reason it seemed like I was telling on Troy.  I did tell him that Troy always seemed to be around when I was at the house and talking about sex and stuff boys and girls do.  Ralph sat listening and nodding his head every now and then.  When I stopped to catch my breath and take a drink from my glass he leaned over the table.

“You and Troy haven’t had sex?” He asked looking at me intently.

I hesitated for a moment undecided about telling him and then sighing I said, “Of course, we have.”

“You didn’t mention it when you were talking.” He said grinning.

“That’s because I don’t want it sounding like I’m some dirty old man that likes little boys or that he is just a horny assed kid that only wants his cock sucked even though he is only fourteen, that’s why.  People have dirty minds when it comes to men and boys having sex.  What happened between him and me is not dirty and it sort of just happened. I wasn’t looking for it but Troy has a way of getting under your skin.”

“Ugh huh and he has gotten under yours.  It sounds to me like the boy wants a father and he has selected you.  Father’s teach boys about sex Mike and from what you have said your Troy is a very horny, lonely teenager who hasn’t yet learned what he is or is not.”  

“You are probably right and from talking with his mother, I’m not sure if she was coming on to me or setting me up. I have the feeling she knows but the more she talked about her husband and how much she missed him, I’m not sure. Damn talk about problems and all because you and Spunky talked me into buy a house.”

“Hey, don’t blame us Mike. You’ve been talking about buying a house before you retired and some horny kid living a few doors down is sort of like a bonus. From what you have said about Troy’s mother, play it by ear and see where it leads.  If she wants sex, you aren’t a stranger in bed with women and if that’s what she wants, give it to her. The only real problem other than his mother is that Troy is young and he has his hooks in you.  Just be careful and don’t let it get but so torrid and above all make sure he knows what can happen if your caught.”

“He knows that already but his mother worries me. It’s been a long time since I messed around with a woman and she might want more than just a good roll in the hay, she might be looking for a husband.”

“If that’s true, you’ll just have to cross that bridge if and when you ever get to it. If all she wants is a cock in her cunt, you’ve got that in spades and from then on, its like riding a bike Mike, once you learn you never forget. What I am wondering is where Gilbert comes in on this. You haven’t mentioned him that much.”

“You are getting a kick out of listening to my erotic story aren’t you?”  I said laughing lightly.

“Not really but it is fascinating. It’s a little like some of the stories you can read that are posted in Nifty Archives.  You are right though; Darren is a lot more exciting than listening to your story about forbidden love.   Besides you’re the one that brought it up at Mickeys.  I was only wondering why we hadn’t seen or heard from you lately, that’s all.”  

“And you will get more out of Darren than you will from listening to me won’t you?” I said teasing him.

“A hell of a lot more but listening to you is sort of priming the pump.” He answered his blue eyes glistening.

“Yeah, but Gilbert would do more than prime your pump he could fill the damn well.” I said and then told him about Gilbert working for me and how it all started when he came to my apartment on the night of the hurricane. When I mentioned that Gil had taken leave to visit with his folks in Wisconsin and get his head straight Ralph laid his hand on my wrist.

“At least he has enough sense to do that. Talk with him when he gets back and work something out. I don’t think he wants to screw you or himself up. If he is as hot for you as you said, he could have done that already.  Just be careful and do like you’re both doing but don’t mess around where you work. You know better than to do that.” He said. “With this don’t tell, don’t ask crap they have now there isn’t much they can do unless they catch you.  I’m pretty sure you both have enough sense not to let that happen. Hey, it’s getting late. Let’s pay the bill and I’ll drive you home.”

“And then you’ll drive back to the garage since it is almost ten o’clock and Darren gets off.”

“Well.” He said grinning. “Spunky is out of town and I hate sleeping alone.”

We split the bill and left a nice tip for our inquisitive waiter. It was a nice night out and when we reached Ralph’s car and I didn’t get in.

“Ralph.” I said. “You don’t have to drive me home, it’s really nice out and it’s not that far. The walk with do me good.”

“Your sure, I don’t mind driving you.” He said standing with his door open, the door open warning pinging softly.

“Nah, go ahead. I’ll give you a call this weekend, okay.”

“I’ll hold you to that Mike.” He said as he slid under the cars steering wheel.

He waved his arm out of the window as he drove off the parking lot and I waved back as I turned, returning to the sidewalk in front of Kelly’s.

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It was only a little after ten o’clock and the bars and restaurants were still full.  There were several novelty stories and various small businesses that had closed but there were people walking and window shopping, enjoying the warm evening breeze.

My apartment was only six blocks and the walk would do me good and give me time to think.  Ralph was right, I hadn’t worked out at the spa for several days and I could feel it in my leg muscles as I walked.

The tables outside of Starbucks were full and I stopped to light a cigarette, glancing around to see if I recognized anyone before moving on.  I took a deep drag on the cigarette and swallowing the smoke, coughed.  “Damn it to hell. I’ve got to quite smoking these fucking coffin nails.” I thought to myself, throwing the damned thing in the gutter.

By the time I reached the Bototorte Marina I had gone over what Ralph and I had talked about.  A lot of what he had said made sense but it was still hard trying to sort out my feelings between Troy and Gil. It was a hell of a note thinking that I wanted both of them but deep in my gut I knew I did. Solomon had solved his problem by threatening to cut the baby in half but that wouldn’t work for me.

When Troy came into my life he was like a whirlwind.  He knew what he wanted and I knew it but I didn’t want to admit it to myself.  Every time he was around me I felt myself weakening with the desire to take him and struggling against those feelings only made the desire more acute.  The act he had put on in the bathroom was cute and when I touched him pretending to dry him he could tell I wanted to do more than just dry him off. Young teenage boys don’t let grown men touch them unless they want you too and every time I touched him he let me know I could go further than just touching his soft satiny skin.  “Jesus.” I thought. “Why does he make me feel so damn good whenever he is in my arms. Christ, maybe I am a pedophile but that couldn’t be true since Gil was not an adolescent.  He was an almost a full grown man not some horny kid.”

I had seen Gil on base but I’d never paid much attention to him until the morning I picked him up at the bus stop.  I had seen him in the head and I could see the way he was looking at me and from some of the things he said I could feel he was gay. Younger men had never really interested me but when I picked him up at the bus stop and he was sitting in my car soaked to the skin he excited me and he knew it. Try as I could he stuck in my mind all of that day and when he showed up at my apartment on the night of the hurricane I knew what was going to happen before it did.   He wasn’t a kid even though he was still a teenager, a teenager who knew how to seduce a man.

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There were a couple of benches sitting on the edge of the marina waterway and looking at my watch I sat down and for several minutes, tried to get my thoughts straightened out.  Unconsciously I took the cigarette pack out of my shirt pocket and just as I started to pull one out of the pack I heard a deep mellow voice come out of the darkness behind me.

“Those things will kill you.” The voice said from behind me.  

I turned to see who it was and in the dull glow of the streetlight I recognized the blond kid from Kelly’s.

I didn’t say anything; I just looked at him a little dumbfounded. I hadn’t expected to see him or anyone for that matter. He moved out of the shadows into the light. In the bar he looked good but standing just a few feet away I could see just how good.  He was almost as tall as I and in the bar the tight shirt showed the muscles of his broad back but now I saw just how well built he was.  His defined pectoral muscles were thick and from the sternum downward his stomach muscles looked like the rows of a steel washboard.  His waist was small and the tight fit of his dark almost black jeans showed the hard muscles of his thighs with an impressive bulge stretching down the inside of his left thigh.  I was mesmerized by how well built he was and I doubt there was an ounce of fat on his body.  “Jesus.” I said softly under my breath. I could feel my heart beat quicken as my cock started swelling.

“Do you mind if I sit with you.” He asked smiling at me, his eyes sparkling like dark blue diamonds.

“No, no.” I half stammered. “You surprised me, I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” He said as he sat down.

“That’s okay.” I answered averting my eyes.  “I saw you back at Kelly’s. Thanks for the beer. I started to repay you but by the time the waiter returned you had left.”

“To be honest I didn’t expect you would since you were with someone. It was kind of silly; we don’t even know each other. My name is Kyle.” He said, extending his hand.

Even relaxed I could see the tendons in his thick slightly hairy forearms and if he flexed his bicep the Black Panther tattoo looked like it would spring free and pounce on its prey.

“Mike.” I answered taking his hand and looking into his eyes.

His grip was firm and his eyes did not waver as we shook.

“I tried those once” He said, his hand waving in the direction of the cigarette pack I still held. “Most of my buddies smoked and I thought it was the thing back then. At least it was the thing until I made the varsity football team. I could barely run fifty yards in six seconds without gasping my head off.”

“What did you do?” I asked while putting the pack back into my pocket.

“It wasn’t easy at first but it got easier the longer I was off of them. The coach told me if I wanted to stay on the team I had to kick the habit and start working out.  It took me all of one summer to kick it but I sure felt a hell of a lot better afterwards. I made all-state two years running.”  

“No college after high school?” I asked.

“No such luck.” He answered. “It was my fault.  My grades were too low for a scholarship and my family couldn’t afford the tuition. I was more interested in being the bull of the pampas instead of keeping my grades up. Pumping iron and seeing the way other guys looked at me was a turn on, that and the sex.”

We sat quietly for a few very pregnant minutes. For a moment I thought he was going to leave when he sat up ramrod straight and breathed in deeply. I could hear air rushing into his lungs and out of the corner of my eye I watched his chest muscles expand.  Slowly exhaling, he ran his hands over the inside of his thighs and up over his crotch and pelvis. My hard cock ached from being confined and a feeling of excitement rushed over me.

“I still owe you a beer Kyle.  My place is not that far if you’d like to join me.”  

Turning his head slightly he looked at me with sparkling eyes, “My truck is parked on the corner.”

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Troy Mc Neal

By
Lee Mariner

©
2003

The author as outlined in page one dated 1-2003 copyrights this work. All provisions of the disclaimer remain in force and All Rights are reserved.

All stories I have written can be found in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors under the pen name of Lee Mariner.

This is a continuing story and should any reader wish to be notified of future episodes to this and/or any of my stories please contact me at:

mariner23502@hotmail.com

Chapter #25

Kelly’s was a neighborhood bar that had changed hands several times as the residential and semi-business area that surrounded it changed with restoration.  It had been the same location for years but its biggest claim to fame was its variety of mammoth burgers and string cut French-fries.  Consuming one burger in a single setting was a feat in itself and their popularity was justified. The owners’ contribution to interior change was minimal. His philosophy was not to change what did not need changing.   

The interior hadn’t really changed much with time except for a few more tables being squeezed in and a small covered terrace on the front.  The interior walls were covered with a multitude of neon signs extolling the variety of beers that were carried and in what space was available, pictures that had faded and yellowed with time hung on nails.

Most of the characters in the pictures had probably gone on to the great beer joint in the sky but the pictures did give a certain feeling of solidarity to the décor. The terrace was enclosed by a three-foot high cast iron fence and flower boxes filled with artificial flowers that were of no use except as decoration. It was, of course, a favorite place for cruising since it had been cut out of what was once a wide sidewalk.  There was still part of the sidewalk left but when a good looking stud walked by his crotch was at eye level displaying his equipment and eyes and heads followed him as he passed.

There was, amazingly, one unoccupied table on the terrace and when we walked into the main dining room and bar; Ralph made a beeline for it.  I couldn’t help but grin as he maneuvered through the tables paying no attention to the waiter who started to greet us.  

There were a couple of what looked to be marine types wearing skintight muscle shirts and tight jeans sitting at the small bar. When we passed them, one glanced back over his shoulder.  He had dirty blond hair. robin-egg blue eyes and a devilish grin.  He was sitting relaxed but I could see that he was extremely will built from the width of his back and the muscles not to well hidden by his tight sleeveless shirt.    We locked eyes for a brief second just before I bumped into an occupied chair.  His grin broadened into a smile as I struggled to keep my balance and I felt my face getting warm from embarrassment.

I excused myself to the young lady sitting in the chair and followed Ralph out on the terrace. I did manage a look back and, for a moment before I went through the door, I thought I saw him looking at me in the bar’s back mirror. Gil’s image flashed in my brain and I felt emptiness in my gut.  

The obviously gay waiter was standing next to Ralph with a bunch of menus in his hand.  I would have usually sat down facing the street but Ralph had taken that chair. I moved around him and sat down where I had an oblique view of the street and bar.  

Ralph ordered a Miller Lite but I changed up and ordered a twenty-two ounce Killian’s Red Lager with a frosted glass.

We scanned the menu and by the time the waiter returned with our drinks we had made our decisions.  I ordered Kelly’s special cheeseburger and substituted a house salad for the French-fries. Ralph ordered a chili cheeseburger with fries.  

“Damn Ralph.” I exclaimed. “Eat that and every artery in your body will be clogged with cholesterol and fat.”

“I treat myself every now and then. An extra hour in the spa, where I have not seen you lately, will work the fat off.” He said grinning.

I glanced at the bar before answering. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been pretty busy what with the new house and the hurricane. I’ll get back on schedule when things settle down.”  I said, noticing that the blond was alone at the bar. The other marine type had either left or was in the men’s room.

“Unh huh, real busy. Is he still there?” Ralph said his eyes smiling at me over the rim of his glass.

“What…..who?” I stammered.

“The blond at the bar. The one you almost fell over the chair looking at as we came in.”

“He looked first Ralph. I didn’t even notice him until he did.”  I stammered, feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ugh huh and you couldn’t help checking him out. I know your young neighbor is not as old as he is but he’s probably only a few years older than the sailor you mentioned. I wouldn’t say by much though. He’s maybe in his early twenties.”  He said with a teasing lilt to his voice.

“He might be, I didn’t pay any attention. But you’re right on two counts. Troy is fourteen and Gilbert is almost nineteen and they both have got my head pretty screwed up.” I complained softly looking around at the other tables to be sure no one could overhear us.

“Damn Mike, a fourteen year old? Jesus, even Spunky leaves jail bait alone.” He said wide-eyed.

“Oh, he does! You’re sure about that are you? It sure didn’t sound like it the first time we checked the house out and Troy and his buddy were tossing a football around.”  I answered almost vehemently.

“Easy Mike, don’t get pissed.  I’m just saying that as far as I know Spunk doesn’t that’s all. He might but if he does he doesn’t talk about it.”

“And I guess your telling me I should keep my big mouth shut? Christ Ralph, if I don’t talk with someone about it I’ll bust.”

“It’s that bad is it? They both must be pretty hot.” He said as he poured the rest of his beer into his glass.

“There’s more to it than being hot.  I’ve never had any experience with teenagers since I was that age. From what you said about that Darren kid at the garage it seems you have. Kids that age always scared the shit out of me, especially with my being in the navy.”

Before he could answer our orders were brought with a Killian’s that I hadn’t ordered.  He placed our food on the table and the beer in front of me.  He answered the question in my mind before I could ask it.

“The blond at the bar sent it.” He said with a simpering smirk on his face.

I turned sideways slightly and saw he was looking in my direction. He lifted his bottle and nodded. I lifted the glass and nodded back. He moved from his stool I thought for a moment he was coming in our direction but he turned and went down the short hallway that led to the men’s room.

“You must have really impressed him with your short glance Mike. That is a come on if I ever saw it.”  Ralph said, again with a teasing lilt in his tone. “The younger crowd seems attracted to you and I have no idea why.”

I had forgotten our waiter still standing next to our table and just as I was about to answer Ralph’s dig he spoke. “He comes here pretty regular.”

“What?” I said jerking around and looking at him.

He moved back a step with his tray held in front of him. “Oh nothing, enjoy your dinner.”  He said as he scurried away.

“Asshole.” I thought as he left.  “Nosey little bastard isn’t he?”  I said to Ralph.

“Just observant Mike. It’s obvious the kid likes you or he wouldn’t have sent the beer. He must be over twenty-one or they wouldn’t be serving him beer and unless I miss my guess he is in the service. Probably a marine and stationed at the base with the detachment there.”

“You can tell all of that and that he is a marine as well?” I asked.

“I was in the fleet marine force for four years Mike but you know that.  I was stationed at Camp Pendleton and I sucked a horny teenage recruit almost every day.  Being a medical corpsman does have its advantages and horny teenage recruits who are restricted to base for two months will damn near fuck a snake. You should know that as long as you’ve been in the navy.”

I couldn’t help but snicker, remembering when I had been stationed at the Great Lakes training center in Illinois.  I had never had sex with any of the recruits but I had seen plenty of half-hard cocks running around between the showers and lockers when I held an inspection. More than once I had jerked off in my room fantasizing about a particularly well-endowed youngster.

“Yeah your right.” I answered grinning. “There was more than one I would have swallowed in a heart beat but that was way off base for me until Gilbert.”

“Gilbert is the nineteen year old?”

“And Troy is fourteen years old. The kid at the bar reminds me of Gilbert except Gils hair is strawberry blond and his eyes are a deeper blue. Gil’s body is well muscled but slim not bulked up like the kid at the bar.  Troy on the other hand is tall for his age and well built. He has auburn hair and blue eyes like Gil. For his age he has quite a thick bush and lets just say he’s more than adequate. He’ll be a killer good-looking kid when he is grown. Gil is better educated sexually than Troy. Troy is as innocent as the driven snow but he knows what he wants.”

“And he wants you if I’m reading you right and you’re hooked.”

“Like a fish and Gilbert has not helped the situation.”

We had finished our burgers while we were talking. Ralph high-signed our waiter and as he was loading his tray with our dirty plates we ordered another beer. The waiter looked at me inquisitively at first and then left.  Before he brought our fresh beers Ralph glanced over his shoulder at the bar, the blond was still at the bar.

“Do you want to send him a beer?” He asked.

“If I do that Ralph, he will think I’m interested.”

“Probably but not necessarily.  We’re together and that could act as a deterrent. It’s kind of brassy of him to be sending a beer like that but you did cruise him for a minute when you looked at him.”

The waiter brought our beers and when I looked inside the bar was empty.  The blond had left.

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We talked for another hour or so and drank another beer. I told Ralph about Troy’s father being killed and about his mother Judith’s taking care of him while working as a nurse.  I didn’t tell him about the sexual bit in the bathroom when I accidentally hit Troy in the nuts or about his being in my apartment.  Maybe I should have but for some reason it seemed like I was telling on Troy.  I did tell him that Troy always seemed to be around when I was at the house and talking about sex and stuff boys and girls do.  Ralph sat listening and nodding his head every now and then.  When I stopped to catch my breath and take a drink from my glass he leaned over the table.

“You and Troy haven’t had sex?” He asked looking at me intently.

I hesitated for a moment undecided about telling him and then sighing I said, “Of course, we have.”

“You didn’t mention it when you were talking.” He said grinning.

“That’s because I don’t want it sounding like I’m some dirty old man that likes little boys or that he is just a horny assed kid that only wants his cock sucked even though he is only fourteen, that’s why.  People have dirty minds when it comes to men and boys having sex.  What happened between him and me is not dirty and it sort of just happened. I wasn’t looking for it but Troy has a way of getting under your skin.”

“Ugh huh and he has gotten under yours.  It sounds to me like the boy wants a father and he has selected you.  Father’s teach boys about sex Mike and from what you have said your Troy is a very horny, lonely teenager who hasn’t yet learned what he is or is not.”  

“You are probably right and from talking with his mother, I’m not sure if she was coming on to me or setting me up. I have the feeling she knows but the more she talked about her husband and how much she missed him, I’m not sure. Damn talk about problems and all because you and Spunky talked me into buy a house.”

“Hey, don’t blame us Mike. You’ve been talking about buying a house before you retired and some horny kid living a few doors down is sort of like a bonus. From what you have said about Troy’s mother, play it by ear and see where it leads.  If she wants sex, you aren’t a stranger in bed with women and if that’s what she wants, give it to her. The only real problem other than his mother is that Troy is young and he has his hooks in you.  Just be careful and don’t let it get but so torrid and above all make sure he knows what can happen if your caught.”

“He knows that already but his mother worries me. It’s been a long time since I messed around with a woman and she might want more than just a good roll in the hay, she might be looking for a husband.”

“If that’s true, you’ll just have to cross that bridge if and when you ever get to it. If all she wants is a cock in her cunt, you’ve got that in spades and from then on, its like riding a bike Mike, once you learn you never forget. What I am wondering is where Gilbert comes in on this. You haven’t mentioned him that much.”

“You are getting a kick out of listening to my erotic story aren’t you?”  I said laughing lightly.

“Not really but it is fascinating. It’s a little like some of the stories you can read that are posted in Nifty Archives.  You are right though; Darren is a lot more exciting than listening to your story about forbidden love.   Besides you’re the one that brought it up at Mickeys.  I was only wondering why we hadn’t seen or heard from you lately, that’s all.”  

“And you will get more out of Darren than you will from listening to me won’t you?” I said teasing him.

“A hell of a lot more but listening to you is sort of priming the pump.” He answered his blue eyes glistening.

“Yeah, but Gilbert would do more than prime your pump he could fill the damn well.” I said and then told him about Gilbert working for me and how it all started when he came to my apartment on the night of the hurricane. When I mentioned that Gil had taken leave to visit with his folks in Wisconsin and get his head straight Ralph laid his hand on my wrist.

“At least he has enough sense to do that. Talk with him when he gets back and work something out. I don’t think he wants to screw you or himself up. If he is as hot for you as you said, he could have done that already.  Just be careful and do like you’re both doing but don’t mess around where you work. You know better than to do that.” He said. “With this don’t tell, don’t ask crap they have now there isn’t much they can do unless they catch you.  I’m pretty sure you both have enough sense not to let that happen. Hey, it’s getting late. Let’s pay the bill and I’ll drive you home.”

“And then you’ll drive back to the garage since it is almost ten o’clock and Darren gets off.”

“Well.” He said grinning. “Spunky is out of town and I hate sleeping alone.”

We split the bill and left a nice tip for our inquisitive waiter. It was a nice night out and when we reached Ralph’s car and I didn’t get in.

“Ralph.” I said. “You don’t have to drive me home, it’s really nice out and it’s not that far. The walk with do me good.”

“Your sure, I don’t mind driving you.” He said standing with his door open, the door open warning pinging softly.

“Nah, go ahead. I’ll give you a call this weekend, okay.”

“I’ll hold you to that Mike.” He said as he slid under the cars steering wheel.

He waved his arm out of the window as he drove off the parking lot and I waved back as I turned, returning to the sidewalk in front of Kelly’s.

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It was only a little after ten o’clock and the bars and restaurants were still full.  There were several novelty stories and various small businesses that had closed but there were people walking and window shopping, enjoying the warm evening breeze.

My apartment was only six blocks and the walk would do me good and give me time to think.  Ralph was right, I hadn’t worked out at the spa for several days and I could feel it in my leg muscles as I walked.

The tables outside of Starbucks were full and I stopped to light a cigarette, glancing around to see if I recognized anyone before moving on.  I took a deep drag on the cigarette and swallowing the smoke, coughed.  “Damn it to hell. I’ve got to quite smoking these fucking coffin nails.” I thought to myself, throwing the damned thing in the gutter.

By the time I reached the Bototorte Marina I had gone over what Ralph and I had talked about.  A lot of what he had said made sense but it was still hard trying to sort out my feelings between Troy and Gil. It was a hell of a note thinking that I wanted both of them but deep in my gut I knew I did. Solomon had solved his problem by threatening to cut the baby in half but that wouldn’t work for me.

When Troy came into my life he was like a whirlwind.  He knew what he wanted and I knew it but I didn’t want to admit it to myself.  Every time he was around me I felt myself weakening with the desire to take him and struggling against those feelings only made the desire more acute.  The act he had put on in the bathroom was cute and when I touched him pretending to dry him he could tell I wanted to do more than just dry him off. Young teenage boys don’t let grown men touch them unless they want you too and every time I touched him he let me know I could go further than just touching his soft satiny skin.  “Jesus.” I thought. “Why does he make me feel so damn good whenever he is in my arms. Christ, maybe I am a pedophile but that couldn’t be true since Gil was not an adolescent.  He was an almost a full grown man not some horny kid.”

I had seen Gil on base but I’d never paid much attention to him until the morning I picked him up at the bus stop.  I had seen him in the head and I could see the way he was looking at me and from some of the things he said I could feel he was gay. Younger men had never really interested me but when I picked him up at the bus stop and he was sitting in my car soaked to the skin he excited me and he knew it. Try as I could he stuck in my mind all of that day and when he showed up at my apartment on the night of the hurricane I knew what was going to happen before it did.   He wasn’t a kid even though he was still a teenager, a teenager who knew how to seduce a man.

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There were a couple of benches sitting on the edge of the marina waterway and looking at my watch I sat down and for several minutes, tried to get my thoughts straightened out.  Unconsciously I took the cigarette pack out of my shirt pocket and just as I started to pull one out of the pack I heard a deep mellow voice come out of the darkness behind me.

“Those things will kill you.” The voice said from behind me.  

I turned to see who it was and in the dull glow of the streetlight I recognized the blond kid from Kelly’s.

I didn’t say anything; I just looked at him a little dumbfounded. I hadn’t expected to see him or anyone for that matter. He moved out of the shadows into the light. In the bar he looked good but standing just a few feet away I could see just how good.  He was almost as tall as I and in the bar the tight shirt showed the muscles of his broad back but now I saw just how well built he was.  His defined pectoral muscles were thick and from the sternum downward his stomach muscles looked like the rows of a steel washboard.  His waist was small and the tight fit of his dark almost black jeans showed the hard muscles of his thighs with an impressive bulge stretching down the inside of his left thigh.  I was mesmerized by how well built he was and I doubt there was an ounce of fat on his body.  “Jesus.” I said softly under my breath. I could feel my heart beat quicken as my cock started swelling.

“Do you mind if I sit with you.” He asked smiling at me, his eyes sparkling like dark blue diamonds.

“No, no.” I half stammered. “You surprised me, I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” He said as he sat down.

“That’s okay.” I answered averting my eyes.  “I saw you back at Kelly’s. Thanks for the beer. I started to repay you but by the time the waiter returned you had left.”

“To be honest I didn’t expect you would since you were with someone. It was kind of silly; we don’t even know each other. My name is Kyle.” He said, extending his hand.

Even relaxed I could see the tendons in his thick slightly hairy forearms and if he flexed his bicep the Black Panther tattoo looked like it would spring free and pounce on its prey.

“Mike.” I answered taking his hand and looking into his eyes.

His grip was firm and his eyes did not waver as we shook.

“I tried those once” He said, his hand waving in the direction of the cigarette pack I still held. “Most of my buddies smoked and I thought it was the thing back then. At least it was the thing until I made the varsity football team. I could barely run fifty yards in six seconds without gasping my head off.”

“What did you do?” I asked while putting the pack back into my pocket.

“It wasn’t easy at first but it got easier the longer I was off of them. The coach told me if I wanted to stay on the team I had to kick the habit and start working out.  It took me all of one summer to kick it but I sure felt a hell of a lot better afterwards. I made all-state two years running.”  

“No college after high school?” I asked.

“No such luck.” He answered. “It was my fault.  My grades were too low for a scholarship and my family couldn’t afford the tuition. I was more interested in being the bull of the pampas instead of keeping my grades up. Pumping iron and seeing the way other guys looked at me was a turn on, that and the sex.”

We sat quietly for a few very pregnant minutes. For a moment I thought he was going to leave when he sat up ramrod straight and breathed in deeply. I could hear air rushing into his lungs and out of the corner of my eye I watched his chest muscles expand.  Slowly exhaling, he ran his hands over the inside of his thighs and up over his crotch and pelvis. My hard cock ached from being confined and a feeling of excitement rushed over me.

“I still owe you a beer Kyle.  My place is not that far if you’d like to join me.”  

Turning his head slightly he looked at me with sparkling eyes, “My truck is parked on the corner.”

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