Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2015 18:27:22 +0100 From: Liam Cookson <cookieboi71@yahoo.com> Subject: The boy and The Man 17 Disclaimer. Hi Folks. Hope I find you well. HeHi Nifty. Would you please consider this story for inclusion in your gay male / adult-youth section. I have had many stories published and am listed under Prolific Authors as Liam Cookson. It is the 17th chapter of a series of short stories called the boy and The Man. I look forward to hearing from you and in the meantime may I thankyou for your time and trouble. I love this site. Please keep up the good work. Cheers Liam. ******************** Disclaimer. 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. Don't forget if its illegal where you live maybe you should not be here. If your under age. Well I aint going to stop you now you've got this far. Just be careful. It is not cheap running sites like this so please consider making a donation. Just follow the links. If you like them if your new to them or have read the others, it would be interesting to know what you think of the stories and the concept. Good or bad. I'll reply to all emails I get. Just let me know. Contact me at cookieboi71@yahoo.com Now Enjoy!!!!!! ******************** the boy and The Man 17. The man had been called into the office by his boss. He had not booked his two weeks summer leave. The man looked out of the window. It was a glorious late May day. Boys would be around in shorts, t-shirts, showing flesh. He decided to take the next fortnight. They checked a few things and it was all signed off. It was now Monday and a very warm afternoon. It was just turned 20 past three and the man came out of the pub after a couple of pints. WOW! WOWEEE! He saw the boy get off the bus with other schoolboys. He never noticed girls. The boy had his white shirt open and out of his pants. What beautiful nipples. What a beautiful boy. Dark hair. Small, probably 12. Lovely dark brown hair. Such a stunning cute face. The man was in love. Again. The boy walked through the shopping centre and went to another bus stop. The man stood at the next stop and eyed the boy up. The boys bus came in and he boarded. The man went home and wanked until his balls were dry. Tuesday he was there again. The boy got off his first bus. The 23A. He walked through the centre again with his shirt open. He waited for the 127. Again the man stood at the next stop and watched the boy board. He saw him go upstairs and to the back. The boy looked through the window. The man nearly shot in his pants at his good looks. Wednesday. The man decided to board the bus. See where cutey lived. He waited for the 23A to come in. His heart was pounding as he saw it aproach The boy got off. It was not as warm today. He had his school jumper on but had removed his tie. Fuck he was hot. The man followed and waited with him at the stop. The man could not keep his eyes off the boy. The boy noticed. The 127 came in. They boarded. The boy went to the back of the double decker. The man sat by the stairs. Every so often he turned and looked at the boy. The boy was looking down the bus on a few occasions. He frowned at the man as he got off three stops short of the terminus. The man got off the next stop. He went into a pub and had a pint and a wank in the toilet. Thursday. The boy saw the man looking at him as he got off the 23A. The man went the long way round the shopping centre. He knew from the timetable that he had plenty of time. The boy was at the stop. He was talking to an older girl. Looked like him. Sister? Maybe. He looked directly at the man and muttered something like "there he is again". The man walked into the shopping centre and out of the way. Friday. The man thought it probably not a good idea to see the boy. No chance. He was there again. He waited though on the other side of the road at the first stop the bus made. As it came round the corner he saw the boy. Middle seat back of the bus. The boy saw the man. He came to that side of the bus. He stared at the man. Week 2. Monday. The man stood a little away from the stop but saw the boy come from the shopping centre. Hs saw the bus come in. He saw the boy and he went home and wanked. Tuesday much the same but as the boy went past on the bus he saw the man. The man looked at the boy. He was infatuated by the boy. He managed to get to the next stop before the bus. The boy saw him again. He mouthed fuck off at the man and pulled up two fingers at him Wednesday. The man stood on the corner by the lights. Now the boy was looking for him. The man saw him sat top deck at the front. He saw the man. The man made his way to the next stop as the bus waited at the traffic lights. The boy stood and went to a side window and slid it open. He shouted our of the window. "Fuck of you fucking paedo perv. I'll tell on you if I see you again". People around looked at the bus. Looked at the man. The boy shouted "Paedo, Paedo" as the bus moved off. The man swiftly made his way out of town. About a year later the man was in town one Saturday. He saw the boy. The boy did not see him. If anything the boy was even prettier. The best looking boy the man had ever seen he decided.