Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 21:04:26 +0000
From: Liam Cookson <cookieboi71@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy and the Man 5

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Hi Folks.


Hope I find you well. Here is chapter 5 of a group of, what up to now close
on 30 short stories.  I still hope to publish them every few 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 5.


The man was in the pub having his Sunday Lunch. £7.75 for half a roast
chicken, roast potatoes, stuffing balls, yorkshire pudding, plenty of
vegetables and gravy. Along with a pint of Guinness it was not bad
value. The mans eyes were on a boy. With his mum, dad and little sister. He
reckoned at a guess the boy was 11.


The boy stood and walked round the table. The man nearly choked on a roast
potato as he saw his arse. He took a deep breath and was glad he was not at
the bar. Stood up. His cock was straining at his zip. He looked at the boy
again. Now sat down and playing on his tablet. Dark black hair, a squarish
face, black jumper, black jeans he'd already noticed. The boy in black.


The man cursed as a couple sat between him and the family. Then she moaned
about a draft from the air conditioning and they moved. The man could see
the boy again. He wanted him. Though how. In a pub. So public. He finished
his meal and drank his Guinness and went to the bar for a pint of Strongbow
cider.


He looked at the boy. Now eating. The childrens Sunday Roast beef
dinner. His mum and dad with their backs to him. His sister alongside him
whining about eating her vegetables. He was now staring at the boy.


The boy looked up and saw the man looking at him and again when he looked a
few seconds. He frowned deeply at the man. He carried on eating and soon
had finished his meal. The man needed the toilet. He slowly walked past the
table and looked the boy in the eye. The mans heart was in his throat. His
heart going at 90 to the dozen.


He went into the toilet but no way could he piss. He was too hard. He sat
on the toilet and slowly the blood ran back. He pissed sat like a girl as
soon as he could. Opened the door. The boy was washing his hands. The mans
heart nearly stopped. The boy shook his head slightly as he dried his hands
and left. The man went back into the cubicle and threw his guts up. The boy
was on to him. Had he told his mum and dad he'd been eyed up.


Eventually the man came out of the toilet. They had left. He ordered a
double brandy and slowly sipped it at the bar. He had just stopped shaking
when the boys dad reappeared. His hands shook uncontrollably and a cold
sweat broke out all over. He was nigh on shitting himself.


The boys dad went to the bar and pointed. He was convinced at him but it
was to where they had been sat as he asked something. The barman opened a
drawer and fished out a mobile phone they had left. The man shook all over,
finished his brandy and made his way out.


A car passed. A Ford Focus. Silver like loads are. He never noted who was
in the front but in the back was the boy. The boys and mans eyes locked on
each other. The boy frowned as he narrowed his eyes, his nostrils flared
and he pulled his middle finger at the man.

The man leaned against the wall and threw up again.