Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 11:23:32 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Troy McNeal #8

Troy Mc Neal
(c) By Lee Mariner

March 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy & it will depict sex acts between men and
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Chapter #8

Troy ran around to the passenger side and stuck his head inside the car; he
was hardly out of breath after his sprint across two front yards. "Hi, okay
if I get in?" He said opening the door before I could answer.

"Looks like you're already in." I said as he slid in on the seat pulling the
door shut.

"I've been watching for you to pull up." He said pulling his left leg up on
the seat as he twisted to face me. "You drink coffee? Mom likes tea but I
don't like either one."

"And what do you like besides soft drinks." I asked placing my half empty
cup on the dash ready to bite my tongue for asking a leading question when I
saw an impish grin spread over his face.

"Gee whiz, I like lots of things but I drink milk mostly. Mom says too many
soft drinks aren't good." He said still grinning.

He had his elbow resting on the back of the seat, looking at me his soft
brown eyes shining, his hand hanging down twisting his fingers with his
other hand and suddenly I felt like he was controlling our conversation.

I lowered my eyes from the intensity of his gaze and he dropped his hand
laying it on the inside of his thigh his thumb flicking over the slight
bulge in the front of his sweat pants.

"Your mother must be a pretty smart woman. Where is your friend Sherman? I
thought he was going to help you." I said tearing my eyes away from his
crotch, feeling that quivery sensation in my loins again.

"I don't know Mike, his mom told my mom he would be over this morning but I
bet he's jerking off, he always does when he gets horny and that's all the
time."

I damn near spilled my coffee when he said that and I turned looking at him.
"He does what?" I spluttered, choking on my coffee and seeing that impish
grin again and feeling a sudden swelling in my groin.

"I do every morning. When I wake up I gotta pee real bad and my cock is so
hard it hurts. I sit on the toilet instead of trying to stand up because
when I try to push my cock down so I can pee in the water, I can't. After I
finish peeing it feels real good. In school Sherman and me learned about
what they call "masturbation" but all of the other boys called it jerking
off so we tried it, boy I won't forget how I felt that first time. Nothing
came out but it felt so good doing it we just sort of kept doing it whenever
we got the chance."

The conversation was not what I had expected from a 13 year old but I didn't
want to embarrass him or hurt his feelings even though he was making me
uncomfortable. I took another swallow of my almost cold coffee, rolling some
around in my mouth and I took a deep breath before turning and facing him.

"Those things are usually private Troy, not something for everybody to know.
I will tell you this though, all men will at one time or another masturbate
and usually alone as they grow older. There aren't many older men that
masturbate together that I know of.  Most young guys like you and Sherman
who are just learning what it's all about often do it together so you can
sort of check each other out and doing it two, three or more times a day is
not unusual when you are a teenager. Didn't your father explain any of this
to you?" I said looking around anxiously, wondering where in the hell Tony
was.

"Dad started once to tell me things but Mom wouldn't let him, she said I was
to young to be knowing that stuff. They had an argument over it but Mom won
the argument. My dad was killed right after that.

"That's too bad Troy. Learning about "the birds and the bees" and what your
body can do is an important time in a boys life."

"Birds and bees, what's that?" He asked scooting a little closer and I was
saved by a dirty F350 pulling up behind me.

"I'll tell you later Troy, Tony just pulled up. You want to check and see if
Sherman is coming to help you while I talk with Tony?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure what he's doing but I'll go get him." He said,
opening the door.

Jumping the drainage ditch in front of the house, I watched as he ran down
the street, his long strides displayed an inherent athletic grace, reminding
me of the beauty of a gazelle racing in full stride.

"I didn't know you were into chicken Mike." Tony boomed out as he walked up
to my car for the entire neighborhood to hear.

"I'm not Tony, he's just a kid that lives in the neighborhood."

"Yeah sure. I guess you and him were talking about the weather when I drove
up just now, looked pretty serious to me." He grinned, looking at me,
smelling of liquor and stale sweat.

"Tony, he is a kid that lives two door down from me with his mother. His
father was a Marine and he was killed in an accident. Him and his buddy are
going to clean out the garage for me while you and I are going over the
plans Spunky gave you."

"Okay, okay Mike. Don't get your nuts in a snit. I didn't mean anything by
it, I was just kidding with you, this the house? "

"It is, let's go inside." I said glancing up the street seeing Troy look
over his shoulder at us before he trotted around the corner of Maple St.

				* * * * * * * *

Sherman's house faced Mellon St on the corner of Maple but it was easier
using the back door. Slamming the Anchor fence gate behind him he ran up the
steps of the deck and knocked on the door before opening it.

Sherman's mother was sitting at the table in the kitchen peeling potatoes
and drinking a cup of coffee and she turned her head when I opened the door.

"Good morning Mrs. Altman. Is Sherm up or still in bed? He's supposed to
help me at Mr. Homan's."

"Good morning Troy. Sherman is still in bed but I'm afraid he won't be able
to help you; he's come down with the flu. Why don't sit down. Would you like
a glass of milk or maybe I can fix you some breakfast. I know Judith went to
work early this morning."

"He seemed okay yesterday Mrs. Altman. Can I see him?"

"Not right now Troy. I'll tell him you were here and maybe you can see him
in a few days when he is feeling better. Mr. Altman has gone to Rite-Aid for
an antibiotics prescription his pediatrician called in. You boys shouldn't
be out in the rain dressed so skimpy as cold as it is. I'm surprised you
haven't caught a chill. Are you sure you're not hungry? It won't take a
minute to fix something."

"No thanks Mrs. Altman. Be sure and tell Sherm I was here will you? I better
run back and tell Mr. Homan that Sherman is sick. Maybe I can clean the
garage out by myself." I said getting up.

"I will Troy. I know he will be disappointed but you be careful, the Lord
only knows what the Byrd's left in the attic much less the garage."

"I will." Troy said running out of the door.

				* * * * * * * *

The house felt damp and chilly when Tony and I walked in. The thermostat was
in the hallway and walking over the wooden floors my footsteps echoed in the
empty rooms.

"You shouldn't leave the house unheated Mike. The dampness can cause mold
and it doesn't help the framing, especially in a house as big as this one
is. Did you have the walls checked for insulation?"

"The FHA inspected the house when I applied for the loan, all they asked for
was a new roof."

"Yeah, I saw that when I drove up. You should have called me, I'd have given
you a good price on it."

"I waited long enough getting the load through without waiting for Tony." I
thought while I opened a couple of windows.

"That will cause your heating system to keep running if you leave those
open. What kind of a system do you have?"

"It's a Carrier electric heat pump system with an oil furnace backup, almost
new." I said ignoring his comment about the open windows thinking,
"Un-washed people don't realize the extent of their body odor. How can
anyone stand going to bed with him?"

We walked through the rooms checking the changes I wanted against the plans
that had been drawn up. It was a lot of work but I wanted it done before I
started my terminal leave and moved in. The big problem was keeping Tony
sober long enough to get it finished.

"There's a lot of work here Mike, might take about 3 months to get it done.
I've got to arrange for a couple of sub-contractors for the electrical and
plumbing work and painters. My crew and me can do the demolition and they
can work along as we put in the new framing. Yeah, it'll take a good 2 or 3
months."

"Okay Tony, that's not a problem. What's it going to cost?" I said as he
walked around checking where Troy and I had marked on the floor when
measuring.

"What's this for?" He said pointing at the marks.

"Just lines I made when I did the measuring of the rooms. Why?"

"That's what I thought. Better get them up before we start, you don't want
someone getting confused thinking your plans are wrong."

"I'll take care of that." I said getting a little irritated at his delaying.
"What's it going to cost Tony?"

"Ball park Mike, your looking at around $17,000 too $20,000.  I'll take care
of the contractors and give you a firm figure after I calculate everything
else we'll need."

I didn't know anything about contracting costs or how they figured a
contract but the price Tony mentioned really didn't seem that bad and he was
supposed to be a darn good contractor. He had done work for Spunky and Ralph
before and they thought he was the best around. The problem with Tony was
catching him when he was on the wagon.  Alcohol was his Achilles heel.

"Put it all together Tony or what ever it is you do so I know what it's
going to cost. I want to get it started as soon as we can."

"I'll start on it Monday Mike, can't do anything until then. Most of the
wholesalers are closed." He said waving his arm at the windows. "Here comes
that kid you were talking to, he's carrying some clothes."

Troy was carrying the coveralls I had given him earlier but Sherman wasn't
with him. "He was supposed to have his buddy with him, I hope nothing is
wrong." I said glancing at Tony just as Troy opened the door.

"Where's Sherman? Wasn't he going to help you this morning?"

"He's got the flu Mr. Homan. He must have come down with last night. His mom
said he was sick in bed. I can still clean out the garage though."

The idea of Troy cleaning out the garage without some help didn't appeal to
me. There was a lot of junk and I didn't want him, or Sherman for that
matter, getting hurt moving it. He looked willing enough but it wasn't
something that needed doing right away.

"I don't know Troy, maybe we better wait until later. There's a lot of stuff
to take out and I don't think you can do it by yourself. What do you say we
wait, okay?"

"Bu....."

"Maybe I can get a couple of guys at the Mission to clean it out Mike? How
much junk is there?" Tony said cutting Troy off.

I could see Troy was upset and didn't like Tony cutting him off like he did
and before I could say anything, he did.

"Excuse me Mr. but Mr. Homan told me and my buddy we could clean it out. If
its okay to wait until Sherman is better and Mr. Homan doesn't mind, we'll
wait." He said and I could see the fire in his eyes as he said it.

"Whoa, sorry kid. I was just trying to help out that's all." Tony said,
raising his hand defensively and looking at me with a grin on his face.

Troy wasn't ready to stop there and he glanced at me.

"I'm not a kid Mr. my name is Troy and I'm almost 14. Sherman and I can do
the job later if that's okay, can't we Mike?" Troy said clamping his jaw
tight still looking at Tony.

Troy's chest was heaving, his eyes were flashing and seeing the tight
muscles along his jaw line we both could see he was angry at being treated
like a kid. I don't think Tony really expected Troy to come on so strong. He
showed a little discomfort at being caught off guard and I smiled, shrugging
my shoulders when he looked at me for help.

"Touché Troy, my apologies. Peace. . ." Tony said extending his hand.

"Yes sir, peace." Troy said shaking Tony's hand his face beaming, looking at
me. "I'm sorry Sherm got sick Mike but we can clean out the garage next
weekend when he's feeling better."

"No big rush on that Troy, we'll see how Sherman is first. Do you need
anything else Tony?" I asked after answering Troy.

"I think I've got most of what I need. Come on out too the truck and I'll
give you some catalogs on tile, plumbing fixtures, cabinets and kitchen
appliances. You can be going over them while I work these figures up. You
come to Troy, Mike will need some help carrying them."

Tony was right about needing help. He gave us half dozen heavy catalogs to
go through. I handed two of them and he took them into the house while Tony
got the others out. I was glad I was standing outside of the truck, his body
odor was almost overpowering and I was itching all over just thinking about
someone not taking a bath.

"Hey Mike, that's a pretty feisty kid you got there. What's his friend
like?"

"I don't know Tony I haven't met Sherman yet, just Troy. I've only seen
Sherman at a distance but don't go getting any funny ideas. Both of them are
kids, jail bait."

"It depends on how you look at it Mike boy. Babies and little kids can get
you in big trouble if you mess around with'em. Now someone one like your boy
Troy, hell the hormones just keep kids like him and his buddy horny looking
for some action and if he is as old as Troy is, they don't usually go around
blabbing that someone sucked their winkies if you get my drift. Some of the
more horny kids just like the feel of someone helping them get their rocks
of and as they get older girls enter the picture and they have another way
of doing the same thing. A complete waste but it happens with some of the
kids.  Their buddies in school or the neighborhood might think they were
faggots if all they did was brag about getting their cocks sucked so most of
them keep their mouths shut. Drop a few hints and I bet that kid's cock will
jump out of his pants. Nothing like young fresh meat." He said winking at me
and running his tongue over his lips.

Handing me the last of the catalogs Tony got in his truck grinning at me.
"I'll give you a call next Tuesday or Wednesday Mike. How about coming down
too the club tonight and we'll have a couple of beers?" He said putting the
truck in reverse.

Turning around I bumped into Troy standing right behind me, dropping a
couple of the catalogs.  I heard Tony blow his horn waving out the window as
he drove off but while I was trying to not drop anything else, I lifted my
leg and my knee hitting Troy in the groin.

"Oh shit." He said dropping the catalog he had picked up. Dropping his hands
over his crotch he bent over groaning and I dropped what I had in my arms
grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Damn Troy, I'm sorry." I said squeezing the hard muscles of his shoulders.

He stood bent over for several minutes gasping and breathing heavily with
his legs spread slightly, both hands cupped over his cock and balls.

Unconsciously I was rubbing his back muscles with one hand and holding his
arm with the other. I could feel his bicep muscle flexing and the smooth
tightness of his back muscles. I guess I should have felt ashamed of my self
for feeling him up but I didn't. On the contrary, it excited me and my cock
was getting hard feeling his tight muscled body. I pictured him naked in my
mind and my heart was starting to pound.

"I'll be okay Mike. It mostly knocked the wind out of me when your knee hit
my balls. It hurts like hell at first but then you can't get your breath and
your gasping. My heart felt like it was going to stop for a minute. Haven't
you ever had that happen?" He said straightening up and looking me in the
eye.

"Yeah, I have and it does hurt like holy hell. You better run home and check
to be sure your not swollen; my knee hit you pretty hard. If we had some ice
we could make a cold compress, that always helps."

"I'll be okay Mike. Don't worry; I've been hit harder than that in school.
One kid grabbed me once when we were wrestling and it felt like he had
mashed my nuts he grabbed me so hard. It hurt so bad the coach let me miss
gym class for a few days. Some of the kids made fun of the way I walked,
especially the girls, the boys knew better. I liked feeling you rubbing my
back, that felt real good." He said leaning over and starting to pick up the
catalogs.

"Here, let me do that Troy." I said crouching down. "Take this one and go on
in the house." I said picking one up and handing it to him.

He started to protest but he did as I told him. He was walking slowly and I
knew my knee had really jammed him in the groin. His telling about what had
happened in his school made me grin thinking back when I had something very
similar happen when I was in school but it was when we were playing
volleyball. A really tall boy spiked the ball hitting me right in the nuts
and I dropped like a stone the pain was so intense. After that happened the
boys wore protective cups inside of their jockstraps and the volleyball
coach caught hell over it.

Gathering the remaining catalogs up, I followed Troy in the house.

				* * * * * * * *

I didn't see Troy when I got inside the house but I could hear water running
from the direction of the main bathroom.

"Troy." I called, putting the catalogs on the counter in the kitchen with
the one he had brought in but he didn't answer. "Troy, you alright?" I said
calling out again.

"Yes sir, I'm in the bathroom. Would you bring me one of the towels I
brought with me, there wrapped inside my coveralls?"

I didn't understand what he was doing until I unrolled his coveralls and
took one of the towels to the bathroom. He was standing stooped over half
naked, his sweat shorts around his ankles.  The cold water was running in
the face basin and he was trying to bathe his balls with a cold water soaked
washcloth. It was almost erotically comical seeing him trying to hold his
cock against his stomach and apply the washcloth at the same time. His knees
were half bent and he was trying to hold his sweatshirt up with his chin all
at the same time. I couldn't help snickering softly and he looked at me
pitifully.

"They hurt more then I thought. Maybe cold water will help." He said holding
the washcloth over his balls.

"Maybe we should dry you off and take you home. At least you could put ice
packs between your legs. That would be better then trying this, you're
getting your shorts and legs all wet."

"I'll be okay Mike, it doesn't hurt like it did. It would be better if I
could sit down though."

"Here." I said handing him the towel. "Dry yourself off, I'll be right
back."

Dropping the washcloth in the sink he took the towel looking at me
quizzically, starting to dry his legs. I went back to the kitchen and got
the other towel he had brought still not knowing why he had brought them to
begin with but I was glad he had.

When I returned to the bathroom, Troy was half leaning, half sitting on the
lip of the sink holding his balls in the washcloth. He had kicked his shorts
off to the side and had the towel over his shoulder.

"This is a little better but the floor still gets wet from the water
dripping down." He said as I walked in.

Lowering the lid on the toilet, I spread the towel over the seat. "Sit down
and lean back against the tank Troy."

He looked at me and then at the toilet. "But, I can't. . . ."

"Just sit down." I said cutting him off and taking the washcloth from him
and removing the towel from his shoulder.

He sat down on the towel covered toilet still holding his balls and I could
see a little of his half hard cock laying sort of sideways over his
thickening silky pubic hair. Soaking the washcloth with the icy cold water
from the sink faucet, I kneeled down on one knee putting one hand on his
knee and holding the cold cloth in the other. His eyes got real big at first
but realizing what I was going to do, he spread his legs and leaning back
against the toilet tank and moved his hand away uncovering his beautiful
smooth uncut cock and I breathed in real heavy through my nose filling my
lungs and exhaling slowly. I glanced at his eyes watching me, they were soft
and shiny.

"You don't have to do this Mike." He whispered. "Maybe I should go home."

"That's right, I know I don't have to Troy but I caused it. If it's
embarrassing you, I'll take you home."

He didn't move, just looked at me with soft brown eyes his chest rising and
falling his breathing soft and easy his cock swelling and moving as he
breathed.

"It's okay Mike, I don't mind. I guess it's better this way then standing up
and trying to do it." He said a little nervous his voice slightly husky and
he leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.

The edge of the hand I used to pick his balls up when I slid the washcloth
under them was pressed against the thickening base of his cock. He moaned
slightly and I looked up at him leaning back with his eyes still closed his
head resting on the wall breathing hard, his chest rising and falling
rapidly. I watched his cock getting harder and thicker stretching over his
flat stomach its blood red head slowly slipping out from its protective
foreskin and I licked my lips my mouth as dry as cotton.

Watching his passion rise, my cock started getting hard stretching down the
leg of my pants, aching and throbbing, warm tingling feelings spreading over
my groin. Breathing in deeply I glanced at his face and slowly slipped one
arm around his buttocks laying my hand on the outside of his thigh and
dropping the wash cloth I stroked his smooth soft inner thigh seeing his
cock pulse with each rapid beat of his heart.


Troy let out a soft almost whimpering sound and swallowing hard he
compressed his lips breathing in deeply and ran his hand up under his
sweatshirt over his chest and then down over the thin growth of hair on his
stomach and he shivered slightly his body tightening when his fingers
touched his hard cock. Exhaling in a long deep sigh, he slowly relaxed, his
hand resting under his cock over his still sparse but silky pubic hair, a
drop of pre-seminal fluid waiting to drop from the urethral slit in the
foreskin sheathed head of his cock.

A clean smell of a body lotion drifted up from his loins and I inhaled
deeply. My heart was racing so fast it felt as if it would burst from my
chest. Troy sat on the toilet lying back against the water tank; his eyes
closed breathing slow and easy. The temptation to take him was overpowering
and I was trembling with desire thinking back over the times he had shown,
suggested how horny he was and the time he stood outside of the car window
his hand in his pocket jerking off, letting me see him doing it. And there
was the sound of frustration in his voice when he answered his mother who
called him home.

Slowly lowering my head I ran my tongue over the smooth underside of his
pulsing cock and licked the sticky pearly fluid from its blood engorged head
and my arm felt his buttocks tighten pressing his cock against my lips. He
opened his legs wider and I heard him whimper softly again, his hips moving
slightly.

Moving closer, my chest up against the front lip of the toilet, I put both
arms around his buttocks and slowly lowered my mouth over his cock tasting
the bittersweet pre-seminal fluid starting to flow thicker, my head dizzy
from smelling the light musky boy smell mixed with his body lotion. He
whimpered softly and put his hands on top of my head his hips lifting to
meet my descending sucking mouth.

The pre-cum flowing from his cock was like a long needed aphrodisiac. My
cock ached from being depressed down my pants leg but the feelings spreading
over me were like ecstatic needles, his clean boy smell filled my nostrils a
euphoric feeling covering surrounding me.  I was feeding on Troy like a
hungry calf, my nose kneading the smooth hard flesh of his stomach.

I lost all feeling of hesitation sucking Troy's thickening cock, drawing the
inner essence of his life from his tightening balls feeling his heart
beating, his cock pulsing and his hips lifting with each downward piston
like movement his hands holding my head tight but gently.   He moaned softly
and I felt the pleasure he was feeling in the softness of his fingers
flexing in my hair.

An electrifying sensation surged upward from my balls through my throbbing
cock when Troy groaned pushing my head downward as he drove his cock deep in
my mouth his cock jerking and I tasted thick streams of hot sperm filling my
mouth gushing with a force that almost gagged me. His sudden climatic
eruption sent me over the edge and my cock exploded, a hot sticky flood of
sperm gushing and flowing down my leg. My arms contracted pulling his body
closer, my sucking mouth draining his nuts demanding more until with a final
surge I felt his cock softening in my mouth his muscles relaxing, a soft
feeling of warmth covering us.

Troy's cock slipped from my lips and I rested my forehead on his stomach
licking the last oozing drops from the head of his cock while he twisted his
fingers in my hair, he hadn't said a word and I could feel his breathing and
the beat of his heart subsiding slowly.

We were quiet for several minutes until my knees started hurting. Leaning
back on my hells I looked at his face, his eyes were soft and gleaming with
the tears welling up in them. His hands were on the top of his thighs and he
looked uncomfortable but he didn't move, just looked at me with total
innocence. Suddenly I felt nauseated, a feeling of guilt swept over me and I
jerked to my feet grabbing the towel from where I had dropped it.

"Clean up and dress Troy, I'll be in the kitchen." I said brusquely and his
eyes widened, glistening from his tears.

I left him sitting on the toilet and taking the towel I went to the kitchen
to clean up. My pants were sticking to my leg from the sperm I had
ejaculated.




				* * * * * * * *

Dropping my pants, I dampened one end of the towel from the kitchen sink
faucet and cleaned the sticky sperm from my leg and as much as I could from
the inside of my pant leg.

The feeling of guilt and nausea didn't leave me and I waited in the kitchen
feeling confused, my nerves jangling. I had done what my heart said do but
my head was saying no.

The penalties for pedophilia ran through my head and the loss of my career
but there was emptiness deep inside of me and I still did not understand why
I wanted Troy so badly. There was no one I could really talk too about my
feelings for him. Other gays would snicker and make jokes calling me a boy
lover, chicken queen but that didn't really bother me since I knew
otherwise. The guilty feeling still didn't leave me and I didn't belong too
any church in the area, hell; I hadn't been to a mass in years. I doubt the
Pope would remember me.

The worst thing was having Troy living two doors away. "Damn, damn. Of all
the men in my life why was one 13 year old boy turning my world upside
down?" I thought, leaning against a counter.

The quiet click of the front door shutting brought me back to reality.
"Troy, is that you." I called but there was no answer and I ran too the
bathroom, it was empty except for the damp towels lying on the sink.

Racing to the front door, I saw him walking to his house his shoulders
slumped and I ran after him.

"Troy, you didn't need to leave like that." I said placing my hand on his
shoulder.

He kept on walking but he didn't shake my hand off of his shoulder. "I'll be
okay Mike. I don't want to be any trouble." He said softly.

I dropped my hand from his shoulder realizing we were out in public and
windows have prying eyes especially ones that belong to the Neighborhood
Watch group.

"Great." I thought. "People seeing the new member of the neighborhood
walking with his hand on a neighbor kids shoulder especially a boy. That
would make for lots of gossip."

We walked to the back door of his house and putting my hand on his shoulder
again, he stopped. We stood at the bottom of the steps, his head hanging
slightly.

"Troy, look at me." I said but he didn't turn his head.

"Please Troy, I want to say something too you."
"If I do Mike I'm going to start crying again and I don't want you to see me
that way." He said softly.

There was a quiver in his voice and I felt his body trembling. At first he
resisted an effort to turn him around but I kept putting pressure on his
shoulder and he slowly turned, his face down.

Lifting his head with a finger under his chin I could see the tears flowing
from his soft brown eyes, a terrible hurt in their depths. I didn't really
know what I could say but my heart was melting.

"Troy, you aren't any trouble to me. I think too much of you for you to be
any trouble. But I should not have done to you what I did in the bathroom.
It was wrong of me." I said softly looking in his teary eyes his soft full
lips quivering slightly.

He stood with my finger under his chin breathing easy, regaining his
composure before saying anything. " I didn't mind what we did Mike, what's
wrong with that, I wanted you to do it?" He said moving closer and putting
his arms around me and holding me tight he laid his head on my chest. "Hold
me Mike, please. Just hold me." He whimpered softly.

An overpowering feeling of compassion swept over me and I put my arms around
his shoulders, feeling his trembling body. The feelings of guilt and
frustration seemed to drain away as I held him.

"Troy you are 13, I am 34. Some people think it is wrong for someone my age
to be hanging around a boy he is not related too and what I did is wrong,
legally wrong and it would cause me more trouble then you."

"I don't understand what your saying Mike but I'm almost 14 and I don't see
what is wrong with what we did if we both wanted to do it. I wanted you to
do it and you wanted to do what we did didn't you Mike?" He said his voice
slightly muffled by my shirt and I felt my heart swell hearing him say it.

When I started to lean back a little he held me tighter until he felt me
move my arms from around his shoulders and put my hands on either side of
his face and then he relaxed.

Turning his face up to mine I brushed his lips with mine, whispering. "I
wanted to do it more then I can say Troy. It felt wonderful. I was afraid at
first you wouldn't like it but when you didn't object it made me feel good
all over and I wanted you to feel the same way I was."

Sliding his arms up through mine and putting them around my neck Troy drew
my lips to his pressing them softly together but not in a French kiss. Hit
eyes were filled with sincerity and feeling and the tip of his nose was cold
against mine. He radiated youthful innocence and I could feel it was going
to take more than a few minutes to explain our relationship and hopefully he
would understand.

"When is your mother coming home?" I asked

"Maybe 3 o'clock this afternoon but sometimes she is late. Why?

"You feeling better like you said?"

"Sure I do. They only hurt a little now."

"Then go get some other clothes on and come on back to the house. I'll take
you too lunch and we will talk. Okay?"

"Sure." He said his eyes lighting up. "Are you going to put some other
clothes on too?" He said grinning at me.

I felt my face flush when he subtly reminded me of the mess my crotch and
pants were in.

"I guess we better stop at my apartment on the way." I said grinning, "go
and change."

"You wanna see my room? He said looking at me coquettishly a twinkle in his
eye.

"No I don't, now go change."

He raced up the steps to the porch taking them two at a time and turned
around looking down at me before opening the door. That look said a thousand
words and my heart jumped.

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TBC