Date: Sat, 2 May 2015 12:11:43 +0100
From: Liam Cookson <cookieboi71@yahoo.com>
Subject: the boy and The Man 22

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Hi Folks.


Hope I find you well. Here is the next chapter of the group of, what up to
now over 30 short stories.


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The Boy and The Man 22


The man walked into town. He'd had a good wank. Thinking of him and Joe
Warren Plant the Emmerdale actor. He cum all over his hand and ate it off
thinking it was the boys jizz. He had dozed, had a quick wash and decided
it was time for a Sunday roast.


He strolled into town and decided first to check out who was around. Boy
wise. The church was always a good place. Not that these boys were
religious. More the place where they could use their skateboards. Tough boy
was there. He shook his head at the man. The man knew the boy was scared of
him. The photos he had were perfect for making sure he got into the boys
pants. The boy though skated past and just said "not today please. Going
out with the rents for tea at nans". The man nodded ok. He walked back
towards the pub and his own tea. There he was purple haired boy.


He was sat on a bench with that bitch of his girl. The man looked at
him. He was wearing a woolen winter hat, black. T-shirt, white. Jeans,
black, tight. Trainers, blue. The man looked at him. The boy didn't
notice. He was taking to the girl. Gosh those lips. He could kiss them for
hours before slipping his cock between them. The man trembled and walked
into Marks ans Spencers. They were just closing.  He looked at the ready
meals. No intention of buying. He left. The boy was standing about to put
his back pack on.


Fucking hell the man took a deep breath as he saw his arse. Tight in those
jeans. The man swallowed hard and despite him being with the two girls he
followed them. They didn't walk far. Just to the covered area under the
flyover. The boy sat on one of the concrete bases for the columns. The man
walked past. Once and then back. He noticed the older girl look at him. One
last glance at purple haired boy and he went to the pub.


He was at the bar about to order roast beef and a pint but also wanted one
last look at the boy. He left and went back to thr flyover. They had
gone. The mans heart sank. He walked back and ordered his tea and sat down
with his pint to wait for it. He took in a deep intake of breath. Had the
girl noticed the man looking at the boy and moved on. Had they simply gone
home. He'd not know. No point worrying. His meal arrived and he ate every
last bit.


He looked around on his way home but no sign of purple haired boy.


On the Monday the man was just out of a meeting. He was peckish so nipped
into Lidl. Two scotch eggs for 62p and large bar of plain chocolate for
35p. That would more than do. He came out and stopped in his tracks. Over
the road he was there. With bloody girls again.

He crossed the road as the boy and two of the girls made their way across
the front of the Morrisons store.


,The man was just behind them. They were talking about babies and them
crying. The man was alongside them now. He looked sideways and at the
boy. Straight into his eyes. The boy had no expression on his face that
would either encourage, or indeed discourage him. His cock stiffened. He
went into the store walked round for a minute and came back out. He could
see the little group crossing the road about 50 yards away. He walked over.


They walked down an entry and the man saw them talking. Not sure why but he
turned and walked back. Walked a hundred yards and turned back again. They
had gone when he looked up the entry. He walked onto and around the
estate. Nothing.


It was a couple of Saturdays later he saw the boy again. With the bloody
girls in the shopping arcade. A security guard was wandering round. He
thought better of following the boy. He went and stood outside but the boy
did not come out where he stood.


The Thursday following he had been in to town to buy a cooked chicken and
some salad for his tea. There he was with the bloody girls again. Holding
hands with the smaller of thr two. No longer purple haired boy but ginger
haired boy. Was that his natural colour. Would he ever find out.  He
followed hem. They went to McDanalds. Shit. 27p in his pocket and his bank
card at home. When would the next time be. He had it bad for this kid.