I'm a little late reporting this, but it really made my Christmas. We were opening presents at my grandmother's house before dinner. I've got a young second nephew or somesuch (son of one of my remote cousins). In my ignorance I thought he was maybe in fourth grade. Obviously I haven't been properly aware of him.
While sitting on the floor and leaning against the end of the couch, he was in the second row of kids around the tree. Most eyes were fastened on the squealing little girls jumping around in the front row. Maybe that's the way he wanted it, because he was quite busy in private. Every few moments he would reach for his crotch and mash his goods. Maybe he was excited about his presents or maybe his body had simply picked this moment to demand attention. He would unwrap a package. While holding it in one hand and admiring it, his right hand invariably slipped down between his thighs to perform a few quick mashes or squeezes. Once I caught him straightening onto both knees and kneeling tall so that he could grab his fly with both hands and make a genuine adjustment to its linear contents. The lil' guy appears totally undeveloped and yet from what I picked up, it turns out he is in seventh grade already. Soon Mother Nature will visit him with her own bagful of surprises, if she hasn't already.
I wish him well and hope his hidden bit of manhood gives him great pleasure in the highly private moments that lie ahead. I had the passing idea that he would excuse himself and go to the bathroom for a few secret moments, but he just remained where he was, preoccupied with his compulsive mash-mash, squeeze-squeeze routine.
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Those dad-blamed erections! Always pop up at the most inconvenient times!
ReplyDelete7th grade? I betcha Mother Nature has already made that visit and delivered to him that wonderful special gift. The gift that can be more demanding than a new puppy; it demands attention every day (as you observed) from that day forward.
ReplyDeleteSome boys probably don't care, if they think someone was watching them adjusting the thing in their jeans a little. He must not have known any one was watching him adjusting his thing since he did it so much. I wonder if he knew you were watching him adjusting so much, otherwise he would have tried to hide it or go to the bathroom to do his thing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your story.
In seventh grade not all of us were "there" yet. I was having both erections and nocturnal emissions that term but was still ignorant of the fantastic discovery I would make during the coming summer. Maybe I was slow? Or just not tuned-in to such things yet. (As a side note, I hated those gooey deposits in my underwear. I was so totally dumb as to be scared that my wet dreams meant there was something seriously wrong with the "valve" that was supposed to keep my penis turned off until I wanted to piss.)
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