Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 13:13:34 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Troy McNeal #3

Troy McNeal
By
Lee Mariner

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 and all characters are fictional and in no way related to ay person or
persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely
coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS TORY OR YOU DO
NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

All stories that I have written or I am writing may be found in Nifty
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Mariner.

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

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Chapter #3

It surprised me how quickly and warm the house had become in a rather short
time. The furnace had been certified satisfactory for service and it sure
had warmed the house quickly.  I checked the various windows in the
different rooms and there didn't seem to be any significant air leaks.  The
front door would probably need new weather stripping and I made a note of
that long with repairing the toilet flushing that Troy had indirectly
discovered.

I smiled to myself thinking about how quickly he had used it to his
advantage and the thought of Ted's newspaper boy at only 14 ran across my
mind, Troy was still only 13.

The trap door for the attic was in the ceiling of the short hallway between
the bedrooms and den. Pulling it down I found the chain switch for the
overhead light and after climbing up too above shoulder level could see I
would need a flashlight for proper inspection of the roof.  There were
several boxes scattered around and some non-descript items lying around. The
trap door would eventually need replacing but it was satisfactory for now.

I had done most of what I could do and decided that it would be just as good
an idea for me to keep the jumpsuit on and looking around I found a plastic
grocery bag in the kitchen pantry and put my uniform inside of it to keep it
dry.

Re-setting the thermostat and checking to be sure everything was locked I
made a mad dash to my car, the rain had really picked up and it was getting
colder. Snow would not be a friend at this particular time but it was always
a possibility if conditions remained like they were.

It didn't take long to warm my car and just as I dropped the gearshift into
position I saw Troy waving and looking down from his small window. I waved
back but it was doubtful he could see since the windshield was still half
fogged.

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It is always amazing how quickly weather can change particularly during
winter months. By the time I reached my apartment, the rain had changed into
sleet. When I pulled in the apartment provided garage I realized that was
one of the things I did not have at the house and that I would miss in bad
weather.

Fortunately there were a few beers left in the fridge but not much of
anything else.

The telephone recorder had messages, several from Spunky and Ralph but I was
more interested in a hot shower then doing any more talking for a while.
Signing my life away for 30 years, trying to get some kind of order in what
was ahead and control of finances was beginning to be a drag. But I was
kidding myself, Troy was my biggest problem and handling it was becoming
more difficult as he became a little more aggressive each time we were
together. Common sense said get away before getting burned but common sense
does not always prevail where feelings are concerned and I had feelings for
Troy I hadn't felt for anyone else.  A hot shower would not solve the
problem but it helped in feeling better.

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The shower was hot and it felt like my muscles were butter melting under the
hot steamy sprays of water draining the tensions inside. I could have stayed
under the spray and really relaxed when the telephone started ringing.  I
knew, without looking, it had to be Spunky.

Without turning the water off, I grabbed a towel and answered the phone,
"Hello Spunky, I was in the shower."

"Sorry but you did say you were going to call and we haven't heard a thing
since you got back from Atlanta. Is everything all set?"

"All finished Spunky, it's mine and the banks. I spent most of the day
measuring and sketching out some of the renovations I need to get in touch
with Tony on. Is he in town or do you know. I've been pretty busy since I
got back from the holidays. Between work and buying the house I haven't had
much time for anything else."

"I guess you haven't seen or heard of that cute little auburn haired boy
that lives up the street either?" Spunky said with his special hint of
comedic sarcasm.

Ralph would kid around for a little about some cute number or good-looking
hunk but Spunky was like a terrier once he thought he had your goat. He
loved digging his spurs in, goading, and he knew just how far he could go
before crossing the line and really pissing someone off.

He had picked up on a few innocent comments about Troy and was building a
mountain from a molehill but in truth he was not far wrong. Ralph and Spunky
both knew I had a preference for younger men but even I never suspected
someone as young as Troy would be that attractive. Shaking Spunky was not
going to be easy and sometimes the direct approach was better then being
defensive.

"As a matter of fact Spunky, he helped me today with measurements."

"And just what was he or you measuring or should I ask?"

"Not what you are thinking so get your mind out of the gutter or your ass,
wherever you keep it. Are you guy's staying in or going out for dinner
tonight? I still haven't had a chance to make groceries."

"Ohhh my, a little testy aren't we? Ralph mentioned going out for pizza at
Uno's if you wanna join us around 7PM."

"Sounds good Spunk, I'll bring the sketches and measurements so we can go
over them."

"Why don't you bring your boy friend in case you forget something like how
long a piece of wood you will need might be. I always have a such a hard
time remembering how long things are, don't you?"

"Sppppuuunnnnkkkkkyyy, I'll show you how long, long is if you don't knock it
off."

"Ohhhhh my, my promises, promises.  I'll be right over." He said in that
titillating pesky laugh he had.

"And Ralph will break your neck."

"I won't tell if you don't and besides he already knows what its like, you
had him before you did me."

"Keep it up Spunky and we both could get in trouble. I'll see you later."  I
said, hanging the phone up, my cock hardening at the thought of screwing
Spunky.

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Between thinking about Troy and listening to Spunky, my cock was hard as
steel and my nuts ached I was so horny from listening too his teasing and I
stroked it easily pulling the foreskin back exposing it's blood engorged
crown. It was like holding a hot pulsing steel rod and the shock of exposing
the crown shot through my nuts.

Troy's tight little ass flashed in front of my eyes and I groaned thinking
of sinking my hot 8" uncut cock deep inside his ass. I could feel my nuts
slapping against his perineum, that soft sweet area of flesh between his
anus and testicles.

Waves of desire swept over me and my muscles tightened drawing me down on
the bed and pictures of Troy from the afternoon floated through my mind.
Layer by layer I stripped the jumpsuit from him and his young tight smooth
muscled body gleamed, his young cock thrusting proudly in the air from its
soft nest of auburn hair.

Troy's dark blue eyes laughed and gleamed, his unblemished youthful face
framed by his dark auburn hair as he looked down at me, my hand becoming a
blur, pent up feelings of release being demanded. He licked his lips lightly
looking down at me and whispered softly, "Don't you get horny like that
Mike?" just as floods of hot sticky semen gushed from the depths of my nuts
with the force of an exploding volcano.

I thrashed on the bed for a moment, my hips bucking as I drained the last
drops of sperm from my wilting cock trying to keep the picture of Troy in my
mind. "Horny" I thought, "You don't really know Troy."

I laid on the bed for several minutes, my fingers making little rivulets
from the watery sperm on my chest and stomach. One word kept rushing through
my head, "pedophile", maybe I was a pedophile. I had only seen Troy a few
times but the effect of those meetings was becoming more difficult. No one
ever affected me to the point that my breathing was becoming uncontrollable
or I couldn't get horny without him being the reason. Spunky was right even
though he might have only thought he was having fun at my expense or he
might be able to get my cock up his ass if he kept it up.

The water running in the bathroom brought me out of my sexual stupor. "God"
I thought, "it must be like ice water by now." Close, but I managed to
finish showering and cleaning the sticky mess away.  Strangely though, I
didn't feel drained as I usually did after an intense sexual interlude, I
felt sort of relieved. I didn't realize until later that subconsciously I
had accepted the fact that I was not a pedophile, I was falling in love with
a boy who was also in love with me for much the same reasons.

The worst problem I was having, was accepting the fact consciously out of
fear of the stigmatism of being called a pedophile and/or branded as a child
molester.

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Spunky and Ralph were sitting in Uno's sports bar with someone I didn't
recognize when I walked in but I saw Spunky punch Ralph's ribs the minute he
saw me. "Oh, oh." I thought. "They are trying to play Cupid again, Christ
why didn't they leave it alone."

"Hi Mike." Ralph said sliding off of the stool when I got closer. "This is
Robbie. Robbie wasn't doing anything this evening so we thought he would
like to join us for pizza and beer."

"Hi Mike." Robbie said extending his arm over the table so I could shake his
hand. "Robert Breslin. Ralph and Spunky have told me about you, nice meeting
you."

"I hope they left a little out Robert, nice meeting you." I said glaring at
my hoped to be benefactors as I sat down on the suddenly vacant stool beside
Robert.

"There are probably a few spots that need filling in." He said looking at me
over the rim of his tall 22oz glass with soft azure blue eyes.

"That would really surprise me, knowing these two magpies. Are you from
around here Robert?"

"No, new but I'm not permanent. I'm just here for advanced training in some
government programs."

"Oh, military." I said quickly but not really sure why I was being so
inquisitive.

"No again, civil service. I live outside of McGuire AFB where I work."  He
said holding his glass by two fingers and sort of wiggling it. "Our climate
is pretty much like yours but I didn't realize it was as cold since you are
further south then we are."

Stumpy and Ralph sat with heads hanging and I was suddenly very
uncomfortable but Robert looked amused, a light grin on his face. His eyes
twinkled and his even white teeth flashed as he gazed at me, enjoying the
not overly subtle innuendo he had just dropped.

"Touché Rob, I deserved that." I said feeling a little silly.

"And you probably weren't expecting a total stranger when you got here."

"An understatement Rob but I didn't have to come on like a prosecuting
attorney. You're right again, I wasn't expecting anyone but these two. "

"You did pretty well Mike for not being one, are you always so precise and
direct?" Rob said chuckling deep in his throat.

"I've never really thought about it like that Rob but maybe. I still don't
have a beer Stumpy, Ralph!!" I said.

"Well don't get violent love, you haven't exactly let us know what you
wanted since you got here." Ralph said feigning shock.

His words sort of broke the light tension and we all laughed, lightly waving
for the bartender.

The rest of the evening was almost ethereal, two separate events. Ralph and
Stumpy talking about the house sketches and changes inside and out while
Robert and I tried to become a little better acquainted. Robert was easy
going, quiet and a good listener. His dark wavy hair hung softly above his
ears and over the nape of his neck, well groomed not stringy or scraggly. It
was hard to tell if he used a spray but it was obvious he took great care of
his appearance.

He was wearing a dark blue broadcloth cotton shirt that clung to his chest
and arms, showing smooth definition without bulging muscles and a wisp of
dark hair sticking up over the neckline of his white t-shirt. He hadn't
stood yet but since our eyes were on almost the same level, he was probably
my height if not a little taller. Strong even white teeth flashed whenever
he grinned or smiled.

I didn't realize I had been staring until he leaned over the table and said
quietly, "all parts work Mike."

"What, oh, I'm sorry. My mind was a thousand miles away."

"I'll bet it was Mike." Stumpy said. "You haven't heard a word we have said.
When are you going to call Tony Parker?"

"Tomorrow and see if we can meet this weekend. Of course it all depends on
if you and Ralph approve or not."

"They said you were buying or had bought a house Mike. Are you relocating?"

"I live in an apartment but I just closed on a house in their neighborhood.
I don't plan on living in an apartment for ever."

"My lord Mike, you selected a house in their neighborhood? Glutton for
punishment aren't you?"

"Some," I said flashing him a glance and receiving a knowing look in return.
"Your right though, I haven't figured why I let them talk me into buying the
place. Would you like to see it before they start tearing it apart?" I said
feeling Ralph give me a quick jab in the ribs.

"We didn't talk you into anything Mike." Ralph pouted. "You've been looking
for ages."

"I would Mike but I can't see Ralph or Stumpy talking you into anything you
didn't want." Rob said a wisp of a smile playing at the corners of his
mouth.

"Depends on what we are talking about if they can talk me into it or not.
Fellas, it's getting late and today has been a long one." I said singling
the floor waiter.

It is funny how you can feel someone looking at you and right then I could
feel Roberts's eyes on me.

"Do you think I could talk you into a lift Mike, I don't have a car here?"
Rob said.

"I don't see why not, where are you staying?" I said picking up my check.

"Rob's staying at the Military Guest House Mike, you know where that is
don't you?" Stumpy offered.

"Of course, I pass it every day. I can take you there Rob." I said, paying
my bill and leaving a tip.

Stumpy and Ralph were waiting at the door while Robert paid his bill and the
thought crossed my mind, "why was he paying if they invited him out?" I got
a shrug for an answer when I looked at them.

Robert paid his bill and we were outside with the usual "goodbye's, see you,
etc." Robert followed me to my car and after opening his door I went around
to my side; he reached over and unlocked the door for me.

I had that little tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach when I slid in the
driver's side and he was sitting in the middle of the seat.

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The overhead light went out when I closed the car door and I felt his arm
slid around my waist. His lips met mine when I turned to look at him. His
lips were soft and I felt the tip of his tongue just touching mine but not
probing. It was more like feeling the hint of what was available and I
opened my lips slightly. Rob's tongue entered my mouth slowly probing and
twisting but not violently. In a slow deliberate exploration of each other's
inner mouths it was a sharing of mutual saliva mixed with a hint of imported
ale.

Rob worked his fingers slowly up and down my rib cage and leaning back I
could see a shining brightness in his eyes. My breathing was quickening and
my cock was swelling jammed down in my crotch.

"I hope you don't mind Mike, I've been wanting to do that since you walked
in the bar."

"I guess Ralph and Stumpy didn't tell you everything did they?" I said
trying to get my emotions under control. He had one hand moving over my rib
cage and the other playing with the back of my neck.

"Only that you were someone that I would enjoy meeting, they are right, I
do." He said leaning in again kissing me lightly. "I don't have to be back
until 8AM so there is no rush right now."

The front seat of a darkened car in a public parking lot was the last place
I was thinking about sex but Rob was so hot and had me so horny I was
quivering with excitement.
His body felt like hot hard muscle as he leaned into me running his hand
down over my ribs into my crotch. His mouth was suddenly devouring my tongue
and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hip, sweat was running
down my spine into the crack of my ass. Rob was like a wave of heat covering
me and I groaned deep from within my chest gasping at the intense feelings
welling up in my groin.

"Oh Christ, Rob, We keep this up and I'm gonna pop my nuts right here."

"I think I did already." He said blowing gently in my ear. "Is it far too
your place from here?"

"Not that far." I said starting the car, my hands shaking.

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