Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 10:17:26 +0100
From: Liam Cookson <cookieboi71@yahoo.com>
Subject: the boy and The Man 27

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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. 


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. 


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Now Enjoy!!!!!!


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the boy and The Man 27


The man sat licking at his ice cream at The Town Fair. Not the town he
lived in but just a half hour bus ride away. He could not stop smiling. The
group of just and pre teen boys were stood in front of a fast food van with
the sign above the serving hatch displaying 'CHICKEN AVAILABLE HERE'. He
chuckled to himself again. There were six boys and he would have fucked the
lot. All gorgeous. 


They made their way to the fair. A large fair had been set up for the four
days. Rides and stalls and food vans. The boys made their way into the
Penny Arcade. Actually all the fruit machines were 2p. The man queued
behind two of the boys and changed a pound and started to put them in the
machines as they did. It was then he saw the boy. The boy from the fair.


The boy was slim. Early teens. Very early teens. The boy had dark black
hair with a rat tail. The boy had stunning pale blue eyes. The boy had a
gorgeously kissable mouth. The boy was wearing a white sleeveless,
collarless shirt and blue shorts, ankle socks and sandals. The boy looked
at the man and winked, rubbed his crotch and walked to him. The man took a
deep breath as the boy beckoned him to follow.


The boy walked to the caravans. The man became nervous but followed almost
in a trance. As he approached the open caravan door he felt the presence
behind him. A man. Tall and thin. Looked like the boy. Dad, maybe
brother. The man nigh on shit himself. 


The man smiled and told him the boy was £20 a half hour. The man
paid. The dad / brother booted him between the legs. He fell to the
ground. The boy pissed on him. The dad / brother told him to go find the
next 'nonce'. He booted the man in the ribs twice, took his money and
left. 


The man stood and painfully made his way home. He lay on his bed and
removed his t-shirt. Bruises were already showing. He tried to sit up but
it was so painfull It was Friday night he hoped he'd be ok for work on
Monday. His jeans stunk of the boys piss as they dried on him on the hot
summers night. He managed a weak smile. The man needed to be careful but he
would not give up trawling for chicken. He couldn't, they meant too much to
him. He dozed.