Paintball-The Victory and Pain Reviewed

I recently had a work trip that was quite close to some of my relatives whom I had not seen in a couple of years. So I took the opportunity to spend the remainder of the week-end with them. They are very social with all of their neighbors and apparently there are house guests from the neighborhood almost every night for a beer or just to chat.

It was Friday night with a few of the regulars on hand. One lady's son came by to pick up money to go out with his buddies. The teen-aged boy showed up alone, he introduced himself as Daniel. I observed a few things about him although he was only there about 5 minutes, then left with his cash.  He was dressed typical to many country boys. Tight jeans, Boots and the essential cowboy hat. His body was very lean. He looked 14 in his face, still very smooth with slightly rosy cheeks, full lips, light brown hair and dark eyes. However but he was fairly tall. I suspected that perhaps he had driven himself, so maybe he was older.  My cousin later told me a bit more about those neighbors as they come over to visit often. He said the boy was driving age, they had bought him a truck, so he would be at least 16. Although he was kind of a country bump-kin, I secretly thought he was cute.

Well, that same woman came back Saturday afternoon with her husband (the Dad of the boy). A short while later their boy stopped-in also. This time I saw him drive up in his Pick-up truck, he was without the Cowboy hat and wearing more common attire and a fishing cap.

 Daniel stayed longer and was happily talking about his day. He had gone to play paint-ball with some friends, of which he was the victor. The buddies were beat, but stayed after they left, to play another round of paint-ball with some older guys (whom he said were like pro's). He said those guys were vary tactical. His reward for staying on, was a few bruises where he had been hit. He first showed us the cherry on his side, it was a decent little whelp and the rosy red tender-spot. It looked painful against his smooth lightly padded muscles. He mentioned that he received a pink splatter on the seat of his pants, right below his belt line. Hrmm, right between the cheeks. I was thinking he might pull down his pants slightly and show us that,  but he said it was not really bruised and didn't even feel that hit. Damn Bravery.....


 However all hope was not lost, a few minutes later we were all in the house, he mentioned to his parents he had also had a tender spot on the thigh. Then Bam!! he just unsnaps his pants, unzips then drops his jeans to his knees to show us the quarter sized bruise on a very rail-thin but smooth pale boy thigh. I noticed of course that he was wearing boxers, and I could see a slight bulge of his soft cock as he maneuvered his hand lower to point out the bruise. Aside from the length of his legs, he still resembled a 14 year old to me. I was a little shocked how brazen he was since I was virtually a stranger, and here he is down to his skivvies right in the living room of his neighbor's house. He slowly lifted up his jeans after everyone had a good look at his injury, He reached in his jeans to straighten out the boxer legs, buttoned his pants, arranged his shirt and the show was over as suddenly as it began. I was speechless.

Eric