Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 11:25:36 +0100
From: Liam Cookson <cookieboi71@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: the boy and The Man 25

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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 25.


The man was staying in a hotel with work. Saturday night. Big
hotel. Wedding on. He had a quick look in and was not impressed. No
boys. It was a gorgeous spring evening. He got his coat and went for a walk
round town.


There was not a cloud in the sky and the winds of the past few days had
gone. It had been a glorious spring day. He wandered round. A few sexy boys
were on show though he got no reaction at all from any he looked long
at. The man resigned himself to Mr Palm and his memory bank of beautiful
boys and went to have a meal in Wetherspoons. WOW fucking WOW.


A boy about 14 with one of the prettiest mouths he'd ever seen. He wanted
to kiss the boy there and then. His eyes moved across the table. WOW
fucking WOW and even fucking more WOW. The brother no older than 12. The
man boned up totally and he nigh on dropped his pint. He sat down where he
could see the younger lad. WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW and fucking WOW.


The mans hand trembled as he picked his pint up. This boy was a
stunner. His hair had light curls on the top of his head. The sides
shaved. Brown his colour. His eyes stunning cool grey. That fantastic
nose. Those lips and that neck. WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW and fucking WOW.

He had a white shirt that you could just see the collar poking through his
lovely blue jumper. He stood to get a menu off the next table. Shit those
jeans. Hugging his arse. Tight round his legs. The man closed his eyes and
imagined the boy naked over the table. The man balls deep him in. The crowd
cheering. He opened his eyes to hear the boy say he'd have the mixed
grill. So would the man. He noted his table number, went the bar and
ordered. He sat back down hard as nail.


The boy looked at him. The man trembled. This was one of the prettiest boys
he'd ever seen. That was a lot of boys. The man played with his phone. His
dick was leaking. He looked up and again the boy was looking at him. This
carried on until the food arrived. The boy was the last to be served with
his family. The man a few minutes later. He ate exactly what the boy ate,
including putting salad cream on his chips. Soon they both had empty
plates.


The man drank his beer. The boy his coke. He hoped they would get more
drinks. They did. The mans heart leapt with joy. The boy looked at the man
and finally the man smiled at him. The boy mentioned he needed the
toilet. The man stood and made sure he was at a urinal before the boy. He
made sure his cock was on display. The boy stood alongside him. They were
alone. At last.


The boy started to wank and put his other hand over and onto the mans
cock. The man put his hand over and replaced the boys hand. Seconds later
the boy shot a weak load into the toilet. The man blew off right after
him. The boy leaned up and kissed the man on the cheek. The man went to
kiss the boy on the lips as they put their cocks away. He pulled back quick
as they heard the outer door open.


The inner door opened but the boy was at the sink washing his hands. The
urinals flushed and the man sighed with relief as his spunk was washed down
the drain. He washed his hands and made his way back to his table. The boy
was sat and started to tease the man. The boy licked and sucked his
finger. He licked his lips. He flicked his tongue. The man was hard as
nails again. Please get another round his brain was saying over and
over. They didn't.


The boy was last to leave. He smiled at the man and winked.