Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:58:42 -0800 (PST)
From: christopher mannie <boy13loved@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron's Journey, (Part Two)

			      AARON'S JOURNEY
				    II
				    BY

			    CHRISTOPHER MANNIE

THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO E-MAILED ME ABOUT PART ONE.  YES, THIS STORY IS
BASED ON REAL LIFE SITUATIONS I'VE HEARD ABOUT THROUGHOUT MY LIFE

BUT THERE IS NO ONE INDIVIDUAL THAT I HAVE IN MIND IN THE WRITING OF IT.
THANKS!  REMEMBER, FANTASY IMITATES REALITY.

		    ALL THE PREVIOUS DISCLAIMERS APPLY


Aaron followed the directions the man had given him and it lead to the end
of a long lane almost a mile from his home.

All afternoon he had turned over in his head the run-in he had had with the
thirty some year old at the store.  He could not get out of his mind the
look the man gave him as he looked up at him from the ground with those big
brown eyes.  Why was it that he felt a tingling inside himself everytime he
heard those words in his head 'Your a pretty little fagit boy!'?  He hoped
that he said enough in defending himself to the man, in his denial at being
a fagit.  But somehow he felt the man just looked right through him and new
his deepest thoughts.

Yes, often he had looked at the boys at school, and secretly wanted to know
more about them.  He sometimes pictured a couple of his friends naked, and
would, in truth, jerk off to that picture when he got home from school on
his bed, or when he would lay in the hot warm tub.  But he thought he hid
it well, mostly because he was terrified that someone would find out and
call him a 'fagit', and really mean it!  Oh, the white kids at school used
the word all the time, it was just a put down, but they rarely seriously
meant anything by it.

Aaron looked at the lane, filled with trees on either side.  Yes, the mail
box matched the number.  He was nervous.  He not only was a stranger to
him, but now out here.....and the lane.....he couldn't see a thing from the
road.

Michael was excited.  Ever since he had run into the kid at the antique
store his head was a swirl of thoughts, possibilities, some fears, but
mostly questions.  Was he the one?  Did he match the criteria for what he
needed?  Would his Dad be pleased?  But more than that, would the boy and
him be able to bond as he wanted.  Would he be flexible, and open to his
needs, and future possibilities?  As soon as he got back to his home, he
spoke with his Father on the phone about what had happened.  'Maybe, just
maybe,' his Father said, 'he is the one we have been praying for.  You will
know by tonight son.  Well, we'll both know won't we?  I'll inform some of
the brothers that you are having a vistor tonight, so we will be sending
our best thoughts to you.'  Well, Michael thought, I'd better get some
things ready.

The lane must have been a couple of hundred yards long, but it was well
tended, and actually very calming.  Even though the trees created a canopy
over the paved lane, the grass beside it was mowed, and soon the brown
stone, two story home loomed in front of the boy.  It was beautiful!
Flowers, and a statue of a young nude boy graced a small fountain in the
middle of a circle drive.  A bright red door was obviously the main
entrance up some steps and off the circle drive.  Aaron dropped his bike
and placed it on the grass, as he raised up to see a note on the front
door.

BOY COME ON IN.  This is weird.  He shuffled from foot to foot.  Maybe I
should leave, he said to himself.  No way, I have to work off that thing I
broke.

Aaron turned the knob and pushed.  He found himself in an entryway of
sorts.  But it was filled with plants and an umbrella stand.  An old brass
tree stand had only one jacket hanging from it.  The walls were high and
white.  A beautiful chandalier hung suspended from the ceiling.  The floor
had an old dark oiled look to them, with wide planks.  This man must be
very rich, Aaron thought to himself.  That is when he saw the next note.
It was laying on a table directly in front of him.  He picked it up.

BOY, GO TO YOUR LEFT, GO THROUGH THE DOUBLE DOORS AND DOWN THE HALL TO THE
LIBRARY.

Oh god, Aaron thought, what is this?

As Aaron traveled down the hall he noticed pictures.  But these weren't
just your ordinary pictures, but paintings, very old paintings.  They were
of boys mostly, but some were of buildings.  They looked like monasterys or
churches or something.

And then Aaron heard talking.  He walked into the next door to find the man
he had ran into on the phone.  He was smiling, and said, 'Oh, here he is
now!'  I'll talk to you later Dad.'  Placing the phone down he turned to
Aaron and said, 'I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet you at the door....by the
way, what is your name?'

'Uh, Aaron.  Aaron Linn.'

'Well Aaron Linn, you can call me Mr. Mannie until we know each other
better, ok?'

Please set down Aaron,and I'll get you something to drink.  You look hot!
I think it is quite a warm day don't you?  You like pop?

Michael handed the boy a can, unopened, and watched as the boy took a
drink, saying 'Thanks!'  He obviously was somewhat nervous and hot from the
trip.  Perspiring, he saw little beads of moisture on the boy's legs, and
on his forehead.  His hair was a dark black, mussed from the ride.  Michael
noticed an important signal.

The boy wore brown shorts, but for just a moment, as Aaron moved his leg,
Michael saw that the boy wore no underwear!  He gave a passing glance to
Aaron's eyes, but there was no indication of any invitation, or intention.
Perhaps the boy just didn't wear any?  Or maybe he was too poor?  Or maybe
he chose not to wear any, just for today?  All Michael knew is that the
momentary glimpse of a cock head told plenty, and Michaels 'gaydar' was
screaming, as it did at the store.

Michael himself was sweating. Mostly from his excitement.  He sat down
across from the boy, who now sat on an overstuffed couch.  Michael loved
this chair in which he often read or did business. But before he seated
himself, he decided that now would be a good time to take off his shirt and
begin his educating of Aaron.  As he slipped it off he unveiled a tanned
chest that was not overly buff or hard, but still was trim.  But what
caught Aaron's eyesight more than anything was the beautiful tattoo that
lay across Mr. Mannie's chest.  Aaron gazed at the picture.  It was
beautiful!  A blue serpent that curled up his stomach from his navel and
wound it's way up to his right breast, curled around and its triangular
head lay over on the man's heart.  It was a brilliant blue and had mixed
yellows, greens, and reds.  It really wasn't like any tattoo Aaron had seen
before. This was more like a painting! And as Mr. Mannie moved, so did the
snake.  It was awesome!

Michael sat down laying his shirt over the arm of his chair, midfull of his
rising erection in the process.  He had no intentions of covering that
fact.  He leaned over to open a drawer, and the boner now took took on a
serpentine look itself as it lay solidly to the left.  Michael grabbed ht
mound in his pants, as though he were adjusting himself, but more to send
another signal to his boy.  He reached for a drawer and pulled out a metal
box, opened it, and fingered a cigar.  Leaning back and practically laying
back in the chair, with avery visible mound in his cacky pants, he lit up
the cigar, and surveighed the boy, who was watching his every move.

Closing his eyes he blew out a long column of smoke and said, 'Ok Aaron,
this is what we need to do...'


This is a continuing series. Part 3 next!  Please E-mail me with your
comments.  Boy13loved@Yahoo.com