Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 19:39:54 +0100
From: Liam Cookson <cookieboi71@yahoo.com>
Subject: the boy and The Man 11

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Hi Folks.


Hope I find you well. Here is the next chapter of the group of, what up to
now just over 30 short stories. I hope to publish one of them a day for the
next five days.


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your under age. Well I aint going to stop you now you've got this far. Just
be careful.


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Now Enjoy!!!!!!


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the boy and The Man 11.


The man had seen this boy coming home from school quite a for times
before. He sometimes worked Sundays and would get two days off during the
week. On those days he loved school chucking out time. Today he was in town
again.


Tough boy was now pussy boy and available whenever he needed him. The man
enjoyed that but liked fresh boy talent. That was what he was looking for
when he saw the boy in his school uniform. Top end of his AOA. About 14 and
quite tall. He went down a passageway and put something on top of a
wall. The man had no idea what and did not care. He started though to
follow the lad.


He went onto an estate. Shit the boy knew he was being followed and had
quickened his pace. The man knew in these instances it was better to cut
the losses and get out of the area quick. So why didn't he. Boys that is
why. They were a drug. Normally he would turn tail quickly and get as far
away as possible. By bus, by taxi, by whatever it took.


He walked round the corner and saw the boy go into a house. The boy saw the
man. The boy looked worried. Whether it was what he'd put on or over the
wall or the man following the man didn't know. Obviously.


He made his way off the estate and back towards town. Though not knowing
the area he ended up down a cul-de-sac. He had to backtrack. It cost him
time. Eventually he was on the main road again.


As he passed the union offices a man called out. He caught up with the man
and confronted him about following his son home. The man mentioned the
passageway incident. The other man said that was bollocks and his son was a
good boy.


A boy like his two younger brothers had been brought up without a
mother. He went on to say the man was a fucking pervert getting off on
following young boys home from school. He punched the man in the
jaw. Seconds later a police motorcycle pulled up demanding to know what was
going on.


The boys dad told the story. The policeman asked if he wanted to get the
boy and all go to the police station. The man said the boy had been through
enough already and no. The man was shaking. He told the officer about the
passageway incident. He wrote it down. Took both mens names and telephone
numbers. The man gave false information. He told them to go their separate
ways.


The man heard nothing else about the matter. It put him off town for a few
weeks and he banged the arse off pussy boy each night for a while. The
former tough boy was getting prettier by the day as his light brown hair
grew that bit longer. Soon though the drug drew him back to trawling the
streets for chicken. The man couldn't help it. He'd been born this way.