Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 10:58:31 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Troy McNeal #2

Troy McNeal
By
Lee Mariner

"What is meant to be, Will find a way."


January 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay story depicting a homosexual
relationship between a young man and a boy, it is intended for adult readers
only. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or
persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely
coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO
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DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTEDTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: January 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #2

Buying a house can be frustrating, exciting, aggravating and above all
expensive.  During the time between signing the contracts and waiting for
final disposition and when there is an asshole some thousands of miles away
that controls the speed that everything will get done in, it is absolutely
the most maddening of situations.

Spunky and Ralph were driving me nuts too see the inside but since there had
not been a closing or final walkthrough yet, I couldn't get access.  We
drove over on the day in December that they were supposed to start the new
roof but it was not warm enough for installing fiberglass/asphalt shingles.

Troy and his buddy Sherman were stringing Christmas lights through the
bushes in front of his house and we he saw us drive up, he looked our way. I
don't know why I thought he might come running over to the car but I did.
Hell, I had only seen him a couple of times and then at a distance since the
first night I had looked at the house.  The vision of him, standing, outside
the car that evening with his hand moving in the pocket of his shorts never
left my head. The hard flatness of his stomach and the smooth developing
muscles of his biceps and forearms excited me. Even at the distance we were,
I could detect that sweaty, athletic musty boy smell and it sent
electrifying shocks coursing through me and I could feel my balls
contracting, aching.  I was in love with Troy and having a hard time
admitting it. "Me a boy lover? No way" I thought and then Spunky spoke
almost what I was thinking.

"He, hell, both of them are going to be pretty hunky boys in a couple of
years Mike and you living almost next door."

"Yeah, Inglenook will never be the same if you ever get in the house. Have
you heard any thing else? It's a damn shame it just sitting there empty. Why
don't you see if you can get permission from this Hurst guy or whatever his
name is so you can at least go inside and make some plans?"

"I tried Ralph, but he said the Commander wouldn't allow it because of
liability since he was still the owner."

"Shit Mike, it sounds like bullshit too me or he has something to hide.
Look---;" Ralph said nodding towards the front of the car.

Spunky and I turned and looked out the windshield seeing Troy and Sherman.

"Hi Mr. Homan. Me and Sherman saw them take the sign down the other day, did
you get the house?"

"Almost Troy, I'm just waiting until everything is completed. Looks like you
guys are getting decorated for Christmas?"

"Yeah, Mom wants the lights up. Kind of stupid if you ask me, we ain't gonna
be here."

"Why not, are you going out of town?"

"Yeah, down too Alabama, my grandparents. They want us to come for the
holidays but I'd rather stay here. I think they want us to move down there
for good."

"You ain't gonna go are you Troy?" Sherman spoke up.

"That's up to Mom but I don't think so. I heard her say something once about
nurses not getting paid that much down there. Hey, we better get these
finished and then we gotta help your Dad with his lights. Just wanted to say
hi Mr. Homan. You have a nice Christmas if I don't see you before we leave."

"You and Sherman too Troy, have a safe trip."

Troy waved over his shoulder as he and Sherman run back too his house. His
athletic boy smell lingered, floating through the car window as they left.

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The holiday's came and went like any normal but not quite normal time.
Spunky and Ralph had invited me to spend Christmas with them but I decided
on taking leave and visit with an old friend, Ted Carruthers, in Atlanta.

I hadn't been in Atlanta for a long time and Ted had been after me to come
down for a visit ever since the finance company transferred him.  I flew
down on Delta and he met me at the huge Atlanta International Terminal.
Spotting him was not difficult; his red hair was like a flaming beacon in a
sea of human heads and being 6'4" helped.

Ted was built like a professional bodybuilder, all hard cut muscle and solid
as rock. He weighed around 202lbs and was built like a wedge with the dick
of death between his legs, 9"s of uncut cock swinging from a thick red bush.
Most red haired me are pretty fair and white skinned but Ted lived in a
tanning booth and managed to maintain a healthy ruddy complexion.

I spotted him first and waving like some schoolgirl I called to him, "Ted,
Ted Carruthers."  He turned in my direction and his face lit up.

"Hi Mike, Merry Christmas. How was your flight?" He said crushing my ribs in
a bear hug.

"Good." I said, "now you can take me to the hospital for rib braces. Damn
Ted, you're an over muscled ox."

"Sorry about that. Want to let the traffic die down and have a drink before
we collect your luggage? I'm dying too know why you suddenly take me up on
my invitation for a visit."

"Because I missed that big dick of yours." I whispered.

"If I though that was true, you would have been here before now. In here,
you want a Bud or a Miller?"

"Neither if they have Killiens Red."

Ted ordered 2 beers from the very cute waiter and watched his tight ass as
he walked away wiggling it for he benefit.

"That is an invitation if I ever saw one Teddy, I can catch a return
flight."

"That will be here, you are almost a stranger. He's a tad on the young side
but available."

"I thought you liked'em young Ted?"

"For a little diversion I do but present company is always welcome. Atlanta
is full of hot hunky guys in their teens and 20's just looking for the right
man or any man."

"I didn't know you went for chicken, that can get you in big trouble if
you're caught with a minor."

"No more then if you're caught making love to someone in the back seat of a
car or in a public head. Its just degrees of delinquency depending on the
ages.  Hell Mike, none of us want to be caught and ridiculed but it happens.
Get caught with some kid less then 16 and the authorities will skin you
alive as being a child molester. Pretty much over 16 and they call it
contributing to the delinquency of a minor. The adult still gets the end of
the shitty stick and in lots of cases they deserve it but there are times
when they don't."

"I've often wondered where the line is between being a pedophile or a
pederast. I think it is just a matter of the way our society defines it.
I've seen some kids and so have you that are pretty well developed when they
are just entering puberty. I remember some when I was in school and how
horny I got just looking at some so much bigger then me but not much older."

"Shit Mike, you should see my newspaper boy. He is 14, hung like a fucking
mule and fucks like a minx. Thank God he is gone for the holidays or I might
sic him on you. Want another beer or are you ready? Traffic seems to have
thinned. My apartment is over on Peachtree St., not that far but in the
older part of the city."

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Ted had a nice place like he said in an older part of Atlanta. The Peachtree
section of the city was known as Homo Heights and his apartment was right in
the middle. It was a two bedroom third floor walkup that reminded me a
little of a "flat" I had been in once when my command was in Portsmouth,
England on R&R. It was all Ted really needed though since his aspirations
for the future did not seem to include accumulation of property.
Most of the interior seemed directed too one thing, "sex". The pictures of
his newspaper "boy" were as good as he said and at first look I would have
wondered if he was even close to being 14, not with the cock he had swinging
between his legs. Size was a specialty requirement of Ted's, he loved big
cocked men and obviously boys. I think I barely qualified at 8" compared to
the picture of the kid he showed me.

We hit many of the bars in Atlanta's famous Underground and Ted seemed to be
known in just about everyone we visited.  The AIDS scare was just starting
to crank up and I hoped Ted was not being foolish since some of the guys he
knew looked questionable, on the scruffy side. Neither one of us pushed for
sex and that was good with me, seeing what Ted's life style was like. When I
left, we stopped at the same bar and the same waiter was still there.  Ted
did more then just looks this time; he made a point of getting the kids name
a phone number. When he left me at the concourse for my plane, I'd bet he
went back to the bar.  I learned later that Ted died of complications due to
pneumonia a little over a year after my visit.

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The weather had warmed some from when I had left and when Spunky met me at
the airport he told me they had installed the new roof right after I left.
He and Ralph had driven by and checked on it.

"I like that interlocking pattern you selected Mike rather then the straight
line shingles so many install."

"The others cost less Spunk, that's why I split the cost. The next thing is
to get rid of that ugly ass paint job. I wish Hurst would get off his ass so
I can get started with remodeling."

"He might have Mike. There is a notice of a registered letter at the post
office for you. Ralph picked it up with your mail yesterday."

"Did you see who it is from? Where is it, at your house or my apartment?"

"No, I didn't and it's at our house. How was Ted, we haven't seen him in
years?"

"Ted is Ted Spunky, he does not change. Lives right in the middle of
Sexville, Ga. and knows everyone. He has a 14 yr old newspaper boy that is
quote "hung like a mule and fucks like a minx" unquote. He was cruising some
kid in one of the terminal bars when I left him."

"He invited us down once but we worked around it. Ted is a little to fast
for me. I like a little variety every now and then but he goes off the deep
end."

"Both you and Ralph do. Surprised the hell out of me when and I've never
been sure if it was you, me or Ralph that had each other first in between or
after each other."

"What difference, it was fun and we are better friends for it."

"That's true but I never liked getting between guys in a relationship."

"You didn't know Ralph and I were lovers. The one thing we don't do is
threesome.  Two is company and three is always a crowd. You wanna come over
for dinner or maybe go out?"

"I'll give you a call Spunky, thanks for everything."

				* * * * * * *

The letter was from the law firm of Clarke and Dickerson giving the date of
settlement and required information I would need. A very thick sheaf of
documents that needed completing along with identification and a copy of my
birth certificate.  All routine but aggravatingly duplicating of some things
we had already done.

Closing date was set for 0900 on 1 February and I didn't think the day would
ever arrive. What had taken 90 days in preparation was signed, sealed and
delivered within 30 minutes. With less then 3 years left before retirement,
I was in debt for a little over $18,500 for the next 30 years and Troy would
be 14 in the upcoming summer.

February 1st was not a pretty day but I was excited at finally being able to
get in the house. My apartment had two months left on its lease and that
should allow plenty of time for some changes I wanted to make before moving
in. Stopping at Lowe's I bought a 100' tape measure, several pieces of blue
marking chalk, carpenters pencils and drafting pads. There was no furniture
so I bought two stools and two folding metal chairs with a set of TV trays.

Stopping by Blimpie's Sub Shop after getting the stuff from Lowe's I bought
two large all Blimpy Subs with a handful of napkins and two large drinks, I
was going to have lunch in my own home.

A light cold drizzle had started by the time I got there and I wondered if
the heat was on in the house, it wasn't. Turning it on, I unloaded the few
things I had bought and set up house in the dining room.

It's funny how you feel when it hits you that it's your home and not someone
else's. Now I called the shots and did it the way I wanted, not the way the
lease said I could. The walls were dreary and the floors were less then
clean but it felt good sitting in the middle of the dining room eating a sub
sandwich and drinking a soft drink.

It didn't take long for the oil heater to start warming the house and I ran
out to my car getting a couple of jumpsuits I had in the trunk. The drizzle
was starting to change into a steady rain but it gave me a chance to open
the attic and see if there were any leaks since they had installed the new
roofing.

Taking my uniform off, I hung it over the back of one of the folding chairs
and slipped on one of the jumpsuits over my briefs and t-shirt. I already
had in mind some of the changes I wanted made before moving in. The bedrooms
were in a short "L" on one end of the house, 1 large room, middle sized and
smaller room. The middle sized was the front bedroom and that would be for
guests. There was a wall between the largest and smallest of the bedroom but
it was not weight bearing and could be removed. That would give me a pretty
good sized bedroom after I had a sliding glass door installed in the wall of
the larger room opening it up too the outside.

The full and half baths sat next to each other but my idea was to gut them
both and completely renovate into one large bath with separate shower room.
I was busy sketching what I wanted changed when I heard "Hi" from behind me.
I dropped the tape measure and chalk spinning around getting ready to cock
one hand when I recognized Troy.

"Jeeeeeeez Troy, you scared the crap out of me." I exclaimed sucking in my
breath.

"I'm sorry." He said stepping back a little his dark brown eyes widening
slightly. "I saw your car and rang the door bell but no one answered. I
didn't mean to scare you."

"I don't think the bell works Troy but you did scare the hell out of me. I
wasn't looking for anyone to be visiting."

"I've been hoping you would get the house. You must have gone away for the
holiday's after we left, I've been watching to see if you would be around."

"Finished signing everything this morning and got the keys. You must be on
your way home from school, what time is it?"

"Almost 3PM. Can I call you Mike instead of Mr. Homan?"

"Sure." I said picking up the chalk and measuring tape.

"There are blue lines on the floors and you've been making sketches, you
gonna change the inside very much?"

"Not very much Troy, just enough so it's more comfortable for me. I don't
need three bedrooms but I would like one a little larger. You said there
were 6 kids living in these two small bedrooms?"

"Yeah, the girls were in the front bedroom in 2 bunk beds and the boys were
in the smaller room in one bunk bed. Their parents used the middle bigger
room. I would have given the girls the bigger room since there were 4 of
them and only two parents. Wouldn't you?"

"Depends on what they needed I guess but I think it would have been more
comfortable for the girls. If you have a minute, you can help me with some
measurements in the living room and den. Why don't you hang your jacket on
the back of one of the chairs or over a stool?

"It is starting to get warm in here." He said taking his jacket off. "Mom
isn't home yet so she won't be looking for me."

Troy was wearing a pair of tight Blue Boy jeans and LL Bean hiking boots.
His shirt was a yellow and white Rugby shirt that fit close showing his
advancing development. When he turned towards me, he ran his thumbs under
his waistband tightening his shirt even more when he inhaled expanding his
chest and there was a noticeable bulge in his crotch.

"I don't know Troy, your gonna get your clothes dirty in here unless you
want to put on the other jumpsuit I brought? It will be a little big but
better then upsetting your mother if you get you clothes dirty. You can put
it on right over your school clothes."

"Nah, it won't take me a minute to change. You're right though, Mom would
probably get pissed."

Troy went into the dining room where the jumpsuit was but I didn't follow.
When he came back it was a big change but he was still as cute and the suit
wasn't all that large on him.

"How old are you Troy?" I asked casually.

"I'll be 14 in June. Why?"

"I was just wondering, that's a mans jumpsuit and it fits you pretty well."

"I've always been big for my age. Mom says I took more after my Dad when it
come to growing but I got her looks and charm."

"Oh she does, does she? Pull the tape down to the first brick on the
fireplace please." I said.

"Yeah, she and Dad wanted more kids but he died before they could."

"Sorry to hear that, how did he die?"

"An airplane crash off his ship. He was a Marine Corp pilot and he was
killed in some kind of nighttime operations or something like that. He died
two years ago just before I turned 11. They never did find him."

"He was a young man, that must have really upset your mother?"

"Yeah for awhile it did. Mom's only 30 years old, how old are you?"

"33 so that makes me an old man."

"I don't think so, you don't look like an old man. Is this all the measuring
you are going to do, I gotta pee."

"For now it is. The head is back there."

"Yeah I know, been there." He said moving past me pulling his zipper down.

I heard the steady stream of his piss hitting the toilet water and then the
flushing of the toilet. I could hear the water running and I thought he was
rinsing his hands when he called out, "Mike, I can't make this toilet water
stop running, you wanna come here?"

Troy was standing against one wall holding the tank lid and the water was
running pretty fast. He moved tighter against the wall as I squeezed past
him so I could see inside the tank. I smelled that clean boy smell when I
looked down in the tank. The stopper valve had not dropped in place allowing
the tank to fill and I reached in flicking it with my fingers. Taking the
lid from him I could see the soft little boy look deep in his eyes and his
chest expanding as he inhaled.

"What kind of cologne is that Mike, it smells good?"

"English Leather but I don't think you need it yet from the looks of your
face. You don't even have peach fuzz yet."

"Not on my face but I have hair starting to grow." He said almost boldly in
answer to my jibe.

"Yeah, I just bet you do." I thought moving out of the small bathroom. The
excitement of being that close and almost feeling his body against mine sent
shivers running through me and I inhaled deeply catching him out of the
corner of my eye watching me as I moved away. He ran his hand down over his
crotch squeezing.

We laid out some more measurements in what I thought was what I wanted and
finished the sketches I had of each room. Troy sat beside me with one of the
TV trays between us and watched closely.

"Have you ever been married Mike?" He asked, catching me off guard again.

"No I haven't, have you?" I countered grinning.

"I'm not old enough. How come you haven't?"

"You will be one day and then all hell starts I am told."

"Not for me, I'm not looking for any girl. You didn't tell me why you never
married."

"Never found the right one I guess? Some people never do and stay
bachelors."

"Yeah but you still go out with them don'tcha?"

"Of course, you will also."

"Some girl at school keeps hitting on me but she's not my kind. Not ugly but
just big and fat. She's older then me and a couple of the other guys have
told me she puts out if you want it. She just likes boys with big things."

"I haven't heard that in a long time but she does not sound like the kind
you want to be involved with. Girls like what you say she is can get you in
a lot of trouble and you not even do anything."

"How can she do that if you don't do anything too her?"

"She can lie about it and cry. Tear her clothes and claim you did it. Boys
usually get the wrong end of the deal when and if it ever happens. What you
want to try and do is not be alone with her and try being around other
people so she can't accuse you. Most of them get the idea after awhile and
will leave you alone. If she doesn't then tell a teacher you trust what is
happening and don't be afraid to tell him or her what other boys have told
you. Teacher's usually know those things are going on but they can't really
do anything unless someone reports it."

"It makes me horny thinking about it though. Don't you get horny like that
Mike?"

"Whoa Troy, how did we get off on this?"

"Just talking that's all. You aren't mad are you?"

"No but I think we better call it a day. You can keep that jumpsuit on
instead of changing. I've got a lot to do and I'm meeting friends for
dinner. There is some cleaning up to do out in the shed and utility room you
and Sherman can do for me if you want, why don't you check with him?"

"Okay." He said standing and draping his clothes over his arm. He had gotten
himself pretty excited from the impression of his cock pressing against the
fabric of the jumpsuit.

"You can let me know tomorrow if you and he can and be and sure you tell
your mom's you will be working for me, okay?"

"Sure thing. Do me a favor will you Mike?"

"If I can."

"Put my jacket over my head and shoulders when I go out the door, it's still
raining."

Troy stood in the doorway holding his school clothes and when I held his
jacket up and started to drape it over his head he looked at me with that
soft little boy look, licking his lips slightly. I dropped the jacket over
his head and he dashed out the door into the rain. His mother's car pulled
into their drive just as he got on the front stoop of the house.

I stood looking at them for a moment and she looked my way waving. Troy must
have been telling her where he got the jumpsuit. I waved back.

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