Blake Won!

Author's Introduction

My purpose in submitting this somewhat long experience is not to embarrass or belittle the person involved - nor to offend any reader who is sensitive to beautiful people like the one I am calling "Blake." Instead of that, I hope we can appreciate how naive, spontaneous and innocent Blake's actions were and how intense his physical need must have been.  For those who recognize this incident, I submitted it years ago to the old blog operated by Oddity and known as First Experiences Raw. That blog later shut down.

I was a high school senior and volunteered to be a "big brother" on an outing for special students.  It was an athletic competition tailored to the needs of the participants. Each special child was paired with a mainstream partner.

Prior to the trip the volunteers and special kids spent time getting to know each other. Blake was fifteen or sixteen, but he only had the social and intellectual skills of a much younger boy. I learned to interact with him on his innocent level while keeping ready to provide protection and advice if needed. We became friends and in accord with the rules, we sat together on the bus.

The field events and ball games were difficult for Blake. He had serious coordination problems that prevented him from participating in any kind of ball sport. He was quickly frustrated, limited to contests such as the rope-pull. 

However, late in the afternoon Blake entered a free-style foot race and won third place! Everybody was thrilled for Blake, especially me. He was the proudest kid you can imagine, strutting around and showing off the medal hanging around his neck.

The win was clearly a major milestone for Blake, probably one of the best things that had ever happened to him. He was hyper-excited, running up to complete strangers, shaking the medal at them, and announcing "I won!"

It took us a while to get seated in the bus because Blake wanted to make sure everybody knew that he'd won the foot race. The fact that he'd taken only third place made no difference to him. He was delirious with joy, exchanging high-fives with everyone in sight. 

Finally we were in our seats, Blake next to the window and me on the aisle. As soon as we were settled, he told me "I won!"

"I know!" I answered for the umpteenth time. "Good job!"

"I won," he said over and over, his words becoming softer as he constantly repeated them. And at the same time that he he whispered to himself, he seemed to discover what was inside his shorts. Blake simply touched himself at first. Then he began squeezing his crotch. He continued to whisper "I won!" while rearranging and manipulating his privates.

Soon Blake had an obvious cone of fabric making an unmistakable tent in his nylon shorts. He now became preoccupied with his boner, still whispering "I won!" while he mashed and squeezed his erect dick.

And then Blake began the activity that I'd been fearing. He put his fingers around the pillar of nylon and slid them slowly up and down, as if he was testing the operation of his hand. Rather than surrounding his tent with a closed fist, he placed his fingers parallel to his dick and slid them up and down. At first he barely touched his nylon bulge, moving his fingers gently, stopping after every few strokes to re-position his stiffie or give himself a squeeze. Sometimes he forced the cloth all the way down to his groin so that his nylon-clad erection made a definite tower above his belly. Then he resumed stroking the tall bump that made his nylon shorts poke up. Completely heedless of a bus full of people, Blake settled into a pattern of repetitious strokes that gradually became faster until his fingers were performing a definite masturbation.

I was horribly embarrassed for him. "Blake, people can see what you're doing," I whispered, leaning toward him. "Let's don't do that."

"Oh," he answered, looking puzzled. He remained still for a few seconds, thinking it over and periodically squeezing his hidden dick which was still sticking up like a tent pole even though he wasn't touching it. Then he made a decision and changed his technique. Blake now lifted his elastic waistband with his left hand. Next he inserted his right hand completely into into his pants. This alteration hid his hand but it did not hide his activity. The hand inside his pants was now going back and forth, making a constantly visible bumping effect. His entire lap was soon banging around.

Blake, the gentle boy with the mind of a little child, was masturbating the erection of Blake the needy teenager. I picked up his gym bag and set it on my thigh in an effort to hide what Blake was doing.

In telling this story I'm now going to skip several minutes during which Blake calmly masturbated in a bus full of people while I felt the heat of humiliation creeping up my neck and across my face. He continued to wank inside his shorts, and his lap continued to pulse with his strokes.

I hoped the gym bag was hiding his wank but I had a feeling that anybody who looked our direction knew exactly what Blake was doing. To make things worse, I had sprouted a colossal hard-on of my own that I did not dare touch.

Blake continued to stroke himself, stopping once to pull the waistband  further open, apparently so he could take a look at his hard-on. Then he resumed pumping himself, both hands now inside his shorts. From time to time he whispered "I won!" while he jacked off in total innocence. As his masturbation progressed Blake appeared to become hypnotized, completely unaware of his surroundings, staring fixedly at his bumping lap and whispering "I won." I tried not to look, not to watch the poor boy's public wank. But his throbbing shorts were constantly visible in the corner of my eye. 

My young special friend sped up, apparently going for broke. I couldn't tell whether other people were observing him or not; I was too mortified to look around in the bus. Blake, now trembling with more rapid effort, whispered over and over "I won!"

He was about to say those magic words once more when his climax hit and he jumped. At the instant that he flinched, Blake made a strange noise. Not words, as far as I could tell, just a strange incoherent sound that seemed to express his happy joy at his orgasm.

Blake had finished stroking himself. Now he pulled his hands out  and wiped them on his pants.  Having successfully jacked off, Blake sat perfectly still with both hands clamped around his crotch. A ragged pattern of dark wetness oozed through the fabric of the shorts.

"I won!" he whispered, leaning toward me while straightening his shorts. "I won!"

"You sure did," I told him, wondering if he might mean this time that he'd "won" his masturbation.

Now, here's my take on this experience: What Blake did inside his pants was a celebration of his win. True, he celebrated in a way that society would not have approved of - yet I think that given Blake's innocence, he must have felt that his spontaneous masturbation was a very satisfactory conclusion to his day.

I was completely embarrassed for the kid, but I strangely felt he had achieved an additional bit of happiness to go with his foot race win.  As for me, I was mad as hell at myself because of a spreading feeling of warm, wet goo that had flooded my own crotch within seconds of Blake's climax.

The story has a "PS". Blake's parents were thankful and gracious to me when we returned to the school. The boy himself was just completely delighted about everything:  the day, the medal, the bus ride, his friendship with me -- just everything. I was scared that he would even brag on his masturbation, but he kept that to himself. However, when they got Blake home and undressed him, it must have been obvious that Blake had ejaculated. I steeled myself for trouble, but nothing ever happened.

Regi Sharp

Free Blowies Today

  I was in middle school and I knew a little about blow jobs. There was this other guy that was sort of the teacher's pet in class. Kind of the perfect kid that parents and teachers love, but most other kids don't trust 'em. I thought he was real articulate when he spoke, which was why the teacher favored him. He didn't annoy me, and never seemed like a snitch, so I was okay with him, and we would hang-out some after class.

  One time we were alone and checking each other out. All  random-like he said he was giving free blow jobs that day. I did not stop to question the logic of that offer. I just kind of shrugged my head, and said "Okay, Sure." He told me I needed to drop my undies, he wouldn't do it all for free. But as soon as my goods were out, he seemed to know what to do, so I sat back redeeming my freebie offer.

  The boy had very blonde hair, kind of a bright yellowish blonde styled real carefully where every hair strand was just perfectly placed for effect.

 As for blowing me, he had a few good moves, tonguing the tip, caressing my balls, then stroking inside my thighs. I wanted a little more friction, so I started to put my hands on his head to control the pumping. I discovered that his hair was so stiff it felt like he had used glue instead of gel! The hair was so brittle that I was afraid it would break if I bent a strand!

  Anyway, I moved my hands behind his neck instead of on his head. I have had other BJ's through the years but I still remember that blonde head going back and forth with the hair glued solidly in place.

Let's have a Big Boy Party

This comment might be ruled off-topic, but I'm going to submit it anyway.

Years ago the old FE-RAW blog hosted some remarks about boys being uninformed about what was going to happen to them at puberty. The author pointed out that girls are given a great deal of information as they approach their periods. They have the support of all the females in their extended family. I've heard that some women even host a ladies-only party to celebrate a girl's first period.

Contrast that with how boys learn about their bodies. The typical young man knows only what he has picked up from other guys. Judging by the stories posed on oots4friends and shaareyourbs most boys are unprepared and frightened by their first experience with sexual maturity. It is most unlikely that a boy's father has told him anything about wet dreams, ejaculation and masturbation.

There's a great divide here. Not unusual for women to tell each other at work that their daughter just experienced her first period. The other women will hug her. Can you imagine any father telling his friends at work that his son just shot his first load?

We should do better for our boys.

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Eric

Super Boy Sighting

The Fall weather has cooled off our days very nice where I life. I usually have to walk my dog in mornings or late evening during the summer, since it is so hot. Today however with a mild cool-front, I was able to lounge a bit and took the dog out around 11:30. We strolled past one house where this man is always out doing wood-work building outdoor furniture as a hobby/side job. There are some things a young tyke there in the yard who also is fond of my dog.

 However today I noticed him inside the garage. Today he was wearing only a pair of  red undies with a blue band. To me it looked kind of like a super kid theme. He saw us walking and turned quickly to dart in the house. I reckon he was enjoying being out with Dad in the garage, but had not counted on being seen there in his undies.

 I had a flash-thought that perhaps as an 8 year old, he had enjoyed a leisurely morning of cartoons on the Living Room big screen TV, all burrowed up in some cozy blankie, while only in his undies. Maybe he took a break for a pancake breakfast prepared by Mom, with some chocolate milk on the side. Later sporting his light brown milk moustache. He sure made a cute sight with his slender limbs and flat tummy,  which made the day a bit brighter for me.

Ah some boys sure have the life.


E~

Trying so hard to be a Big Boy

Funny little sight last night. Well, not funny to the cleaning crew, but anyway:

 I walked into the men's room at a restaurant. A little dude was standing in front of a urinal, valiantly aiming his dick up into the air while trying to get his stream over the lip of the urinal. He was very determined. But he was also way too small to use a standard-height fixture and was spraying pee all over the wall and floor. His pants and undies were down around his ankles and his little pinker was clearly visible as he pissed all over the place. But he didn't try to hide himself when I came in. Just very busy trying to be a big boy!

Not wanting to get soaked, I went into a stall instead of approaching the other urinal. He left while I was still in the stall, but "Piss Lake" remained on the floor.

Anonymous

Bowled over by Cooper

This Saturday night my partner and I decided to go bowling. We were set up on a lane next to a portly elder man and two young ones.  They addressed him by his name on the screen, so we assumed he might be an uncle or other relative. The girl was preteen and the boy was about 10. He was a friendly kid openly making general conversation to us. Beginning with declaring his apparent duty of keeping the Bowling balls properly sorted for each squad. He commented,
"We've got to get these balls sorted." As he busied himself with rolling them to the appropriate sides of the metal rack.

He had a gleaming broad smile, brown hair and eyes, and typical to this age jittery feet and hands.

We noticed his name was Cooper and liked to stay near the ball return area to monitor the Ball arrangement and remind whose turn was next on his team. He had a glowing affect by his light blue shorts which under the black-lighting, appeared white. They were a bit loose but part filled with the typical 10-er plump bum, and quite short.

His Bowling style was more of an attack approach; running up to the line then side arming the ball on a collision course with bumpers, yielding a completely random result each time. I got lucky enough to achieve a strike which my partner noticed Cooper was keen to comment a congratulation to me,
"Hey, you're good!"

I thanked him and relished the kind smile he bestowed. A couple of frames later I asked what was his high Score. He was bewildered by the question, so I went on to explain, what was his highest score ever bowled. He straightened his neck with swelled pride and said,
"Well, I once bowled about 120. But I've bowled about 20 games, so it the highest score ever for me."

I said it was very good and he should keep practicing and he will improve even more.

His confidence grew as we spotted him several times doing a little dance after a good pin knockdown, and even continued to dance to the Pop music from the overhead speakers.

It was an amusing bit of evening fun accented by this friendly kid, which later brought us a few smiles as we chose favored quotes and events of the time shared nearby the jovial boy Cooper.  

MG & EG

Repost from OOTS4U Blog

 Rolling About

I was poking around in the junk at a driveway sale just a few minutes ago. There was a kid, probably barely into his teens, looking at the stuff along with his mother. He grabbed up a rolling pin and called out, "Hey, what is this?" His mother and the older lady that lived there both answered, "It's a rolling pin." Then the older woman cleared space on one of the tables and showed him how to use it, talking about pie crusts and cookie dough.

He put it back down, but in a minute walked over and picked it up again, examining it carefully and spinning the roller while holding the handles. Right away he asked his mother "Don't you need one of these?" She told him no, that she wasn't that kind of cook.

He kept holding it and looking at it - then with the fastest quick motions you can imagine, held it against his thighs and rolled it up and down twice against the front of his pants, slightly thrusting his fly against it.

It was all I could do to hurry to my car without breaking into laughter. I don't know whether they bought the rolling pin or not, but the kid had certainly thought up a use for it that the manufacturer never intended!

Anonymous

Introduction to the Cup

The look on the face of the Iowa Little League player reminds me of my days playing Baseball.

 Especially what happened one day, this one boy on our team when I was 10 years old. He looked and WALKED all awkward the day before our first game. We all asked him if he was okay. It turns out, the coach had taken him out behind the dugout and introduced him to a "CUP". You see he was going to be our catcher, and the coach was required to give him one.

He had him take off his pants and put it on, and then helped him adjust it into position. (Nothing inappropriate happened, just an adult coach introducing a young catcher on how he needed to protect his young little stuff from possible injury.)

Finally, before the second game he told us about it, and then he became quite the celebrity. Right in the dugout he pulled down his pants so we could all see it. Outside his tighty whities he was wearing a cup-holding youth jock. He showed us how the cup came out and then he put it back in. For the next few games we all got a big kick out of tapping him in the nuts with our baseball bats, hearing the bat hit plastic, and then he'd pretend to be in pain. Then we'd all laugh, including him.

Anonymous

Ants in his Pants

I was setting in the waiting room waiting my turn to go in and see the dentist. Right across from me sat a young boy. I would guess his age maybe ten or eleven. He was fooling around in his chair stretching his legs out in front of him. Putting his hands between his legs. He would take his hands and raise them high in the air over his head. Then he would raise off his chair and set back down, He would do this a few times. Once he even fell out of his chair. He got back in his chair and started all over again.


All at once he turn around so his butt was facing me. Then he would raise his butt up in the air and then turn around and wiggle all around in his chair.
I just sat there watching him doing his performance. And smiling all the time. I looked at him and told him. You must have ants in your pants.

He looked at me no I don't have ants in my pants. Why do you think that I have ants in my pants.
Just by the way you are moving around in your chair.
That is something my grandfather always said to me because I couldn't sit-still still either.

He started to laugh.Then he told me that his mom and dad told him he was a wiggle wart. He told me all about how he always was getting into trouble at school because he couldn't sit still.
Even when I go to bed I wiggle all over the bed. The covers are all wrapped around me and my pillow is on the floor and I am laying cross ways in the bed when I wake up in the morning.

I started to laugh when he was telling me all about how he couldn't set still.
He asked me if I had any kids. No I don't but I did raise my nephew. You reminded me of him when he was about your age, How he couldn't set still either.

His mom came out of the dentist room. I hope he wasn't bothering you. No he wasn't bothering me at all. He is a very entertaining young boy. I enjoyed watching him wiggle around in his chair.
Yes he is a wiggle wart. He can't set still for a minute,

I reached out my hand. He grabs my hand and I thanked him for bringing back some great memories of my nephew when he was your age. Your a find young man and don't stop wiggling around.
His mom said I am sure he won't stop wiggling around.


Farm Boy

Shy at the Stall

I have been in lots of public bath rooms. I don't ever remembering where a young guy would wait in line to take a piss. Unless all the urinals were full and they had to wait for one to open up. When the urinal opened up they would just go to the urinal and take out their peter and piss. Yes sometimes they would stand real close to the urinal while peeing so no one could possibly sneak a pick at there goods. Then there were the ones that were not shy at all while taking a pee.

 Being raised on a farm I was never shy about showing what I had behind the zipper. I was always very proud of my goods. I guess maybe that is one difference between a farm boy and city boy. Farm boys it was no big deal if anyone was watching them while they took a pee.Then there are the city boys. most of the city boys were shy about showing there goods behind there zipper.

 I had a friend he was a city boy and since we were close friends, I knew what he had behind his zipper. When it came to taking a pee in a public bath room he made sure he stood as close as he go so no one could see his goods.

After watching me pee and not caring if anyone saw my goods. He also came around after a little while, to let any one that wanted to watch him pee.

Farm Boy

The Guilty Phone Call

 A dear young friend called me tonight just random-like. I could tell by his tone immediately that something was not quite right. He is usually such a happy kid. I asked what's up and he said something was really bad. I asked what was bad, was it with "somebody", or "some thing". He replied it was "some thing". I listed my typical reply that material things are just things and can be fixed or replaced. But indeed people are important, and that is who or what I care about most.

 So he admitted the Ipad I had given/loaned him (after his was lost following our recent vacation together) well mine got broken. I knew that he was at a sleep-over with his best buddy, apparently it happened there. He said the iPad got set down in a bad place, and somehow an accident happened. We can assume some sudden impact occurred, boys jumping about or wrestling? So yeah, the screen was cracked.

  He was concerned that it's probably going to cost a lot of money to repair it. I explained that it was an older model that I no longer have a need for. Plus, I was not worried about it ever coming back to me. He continued to express grief and such, but again I re-assured him that "He" is far too important to me, than to be upset about something that was broken by mistake.

  I told a short story of a time in my life when I went through a relationship break-up (did not explain it was with a guy),  a job change and the agony of blowing the engine in my car, which all happened in a two week span of my younger years. It was at this juncture in life I realized that machines can be fixed, new jobs can be found, and loved ones in life need extra special care no matter what.

 I continued to remind him to cheer up, and don't stress over it, because it's people that I cherish, not devices or machines. He told me he had told his Mom first, and I am pretty sure she told him he needed to come clean with me on the event. He was a brave young man, and told the truth.

 In the end, he seemed to relax, and with my kind words, of assurance he knew our friendship was not to be tested by a minor mishap. I am really glad that I said the things I did and the timing in which it came about. I sure as heck don't want him feeling guilty over a device that didn't cost me a dime.

 Now there is also the part of me in which I recall picking up his phone or iPad off the floor in his room, and placing it some place safer. It's happened a number of times. So honestly I am not surprised the loaner iPad got broken, considering how careless he is with personal devices. But what the heck, he is 13. Kids are like that.

 I sincerely hope he does not spend any money putting a new screen on it or anything. I'd rather he save his money for his long awaited gaming computer.

So Yeah, I bet I'll get a big hug for this one.

Anonymous 

Carefree Casual

Okay so this was not an observation, but a story told to me by a colleague.

He described how his 10 year old Son was a bit of a nudist at home. I'll call him Jon. He comes home after school and strips off down to his undies and then lounges around home like that through home-work, dinner time, family time watching TV, and until bedtime. He brushes his teeth and is essentially prepared for bedtime since about 4:00 PM.

I didn't want to seem odd with prying questions, but asked how this started.  My friend went on to explain that he himself was much the same as a youth. He had seen his adult dad do the same thing when he came home form work so as a youth it only seemed natural to emulate Dad. Strip to comfy attire and enjoy the casual comfort of home. My friend said when he was little his Grandma referred to him as her little Tarzan.So it's kind of an amusing  family tradition I presumed.

Laughing at his own admission and what has transpired lately. My friend added that his son seems to hold very little modesty about wearing scant clothing even when the boy's buddies drop by. He told me, that there is a slightly different format on Friday's after their ball practice. The boys start plotting, and hoping to score a household willing to host a sleep-over. He said, a lot of the families in his neighborhood are military. Which means many of them can only indulge in prime livelihood at first of the month payroll. By the end of the month those families are probably a bit lean at the bank, so spending $35 to $50 on pizzas for the random neighborhood kids is perhaps a bit of problem after the middle of the month. Apparently they skillfully plot out which boys family will pony-up the pre-requisite party favors of a pre-teen sleep-over. Jon's Dad (My friend) has apparently  been targeted as pizza fund solvent on a regular basis, so there are frequent Friday night sleep-over requests by young Jon to Dad.

Back to  the young guy "Nudist Jon", he remains fully clothed until after Pizza is served and consumed. However by the point the boys retire to the game room, Jon is down to Tighty whities, or Boxer Briefs,. Somewhat described whether he had Baseball practice that afternoon or not. Some Dads are fully aware that when you wear White Baseball pants you wear White undies that day. Super-hero undies at as time like this is Social Suicide, Eek.


So we presume Jon lounges about during video-gaming and fully prepared for bedtime. Carefully I asked the question if other young fellows follow suit and also strip down to undies like their host. Dad reports that apparently since Jon is their frequent host, they likely don't dare to tease him. It seems that if the lights are low in the game room when he has passes by, there are a number of bare legs sprawled on the floor and couch. He says he doesn't disturb them, but it appears to be a group thing to chill in undies on Friday night there.

Carefree Casual is the evening attire.

Craven

Jake and Larry on the Move.

During a recent trip across the state, I stopped at the rest stop to take a break from driving. Besides I had to take a leak also. I was sitting at the table when in pulled a car.  As soon as she stopped the car two boys hopped out of the car and started running towards the bathroom. Yelling all the way I Have To Pee. I don't think they saw me setting at the table. I think all they had on there minds was to get to the bathroom before they pee in there jeans. I smiled thinking of all the times that has happen to me with Robbie.

Then their mother got out of the car and was looking around. Then she saw me setting at the table. I sure am glad that this rest stop was here. They had to go to the bathroom a mile back.
 I told her, "I know how that is, Robbie used to do the same thing just like your boys did."

"You have children also?" She asked.

 "No", I said,  "I don't have any of my own. I raised my nephew since he was two years old. He was a handful. Your boys reminded me of all the times he had to go to the bathroom and went yelling just like your boys did."
She offered details on hers, "My two boys are sure a handful. They are good boys at times. Oh yes... I am Mary."
"I am Jim."
She continued, "The tallest boy is Jake and the short one is Larry.
I inquired, "How old are your boys?"
"Jake is twelve and Larry just turned eleven." She smile triumphantly at her feat thus far I reckoned.
  The boys came running out of the bathroom yelling and laughing. They started to wrestle around on the ground giving me a show.  First Jake would be on top of Larry, and then Larry would be on top of Jake.
Jake would grab Larry's leg and pull it up to his head. His butt was sticking up in the air. He would make Larry tell him he gave up. Then Jake would lower his leg back down to the ground. As soon as Jake was sitting on the ground. Larry hopped up and grabs Jake around the head pulled him to the ground. Larry laid on top of Jake. Then he grabs Jake's arms and holds them to the ground.

"There I have you now." he told Jake.
Then Jake said, "Yes you have me, so NOW I can't move. Larry asked Jake to say please let me up. Jake obeyed his bother's command.
Mary looked at me and told me, "Jake always let's Larry win. Most of the time that is.We have to get back on the road. It has been a pleasure visiting with you."
I stood up and shook her hand and said, "You drive safe'
Mary told the boys that they had to get going. They brushed the grass off their jeans then had an impromptu race to the car.

Respectfully, I waited until she walked to the car and they drove off. As they were drove off, both boys waved goodbye to me. I nodded and waved back.

Farm Boy

Friendly Help Earns a Smile

I was at the local hard ware store were I needed to pick up a new chain for my chain saw.  As I was looking through the parts catalog a young boy I would say he was thirteen maybe a little older. He started to look at bike chains. Then I over heard him say dam I for got the dam part number.  I turned around and asked him, if I could be any help finding the chain he needed. You can look up the part number using this parts catalog.
I don't know how to use that catalog. If I had my computer I could find it real easy.

  If you would like I can show you how you can look up the part number for your chain you need.

 You will take the time to show me how to use that catalog.

I would be very happy to show you how to look up the part number using this parts catalog. That is how I used to have to look up part numbers when I was on the farm. We had no computers back then. Just these parts catalog.


First we have to know the brand name. He told me the brand name. Here it is, does this bike look like your bike I asked him. That's my bike. Here is the part number for your chain.

 When we found the chain he needed. it was on the top hook. I can reach it, He reached up and grab the chain. The chain didn't want to come off the hook at first. As he worked on getting the chain off the hook I could see how nice he really did fill out his cut offs. He really did give me a eye full.

There I finally have it. Now you have to go back to the parts catalog and make sure that number on the chain matches the part number in the catalog. The numbers match. Then that is the chain you need, it should fit your bike.

I am Jim.

I am Fred.

He smiled, reached out and shook my hand.

Thank you Jim for taking the time to show me how to use the part catalog. I sure didn't want to go back home then come back here again.

You welcome Fred I am glad I could help you out.

He turn and went up to the counter to pay for his chain. As he was walking out of the store he walked by the aisle we were in. He stopped and looked at me and said I really do appreciate that you to took the time to help me out. He wave and smile and said goodbye.

Farm Boy

The Classy Buffet Treat

Lunch today, buffet restaurant. Full of families. Group of five comes in, mother, father, handsome neo-pubertal boy and two young girls. Boy wears pristine white shorts that extend down to his knees. Tanned, hairless legs. Athletic shoes with white ankle socks. Short-sleeve sport shirt with stripes in alternating colors of brown, and beige. Shirt-tail not tucked in, yet the whole outfit looked quite classy.



The white shorts were the focal point, of course. Really dressy. Sharply pleated as if Mom had ironed them.

Every time he went back to the buffet, the pants displayed a bulge at the bottom of his groin. Not a boner, not even the outline of a softie. It was a rounded lump at the bottom of the fly, like having a medium-size potato lengthwise in his pants. The "potato" didn't move, didn't grow, didn't stick out. It just remained where it was, constantly highlighted by those lovely white dress shorts as the guy walked.

We quietly argued about whether he'd climbed Mount Jackoff yet. My partner said no. I said yes, because I felt there was a confident glow about the guy that couldn't be explained any other way.

Needless to say, the young gentleman made our day.

Anonymous

Spring Break Blow-out

Today while working at home, it was in the afternoon, and I was just about to lay on the couch to take my nap at lunch time. I heard several voices outside, and figured it was the kids from across the street. I had already closed the blinds so I could sleep, and did not go look immediately what was up.

 I kept hearing them and it sounded a bit raucous, and like they were directly in front of my house. I looked out through the blinds and saw they apparently have a toddler in diapers... and this kid was trucking down the middle of the street alone. The lazy-azz Dad was standing in the yard watching the little tyke make his escape. However the Dad was at least calling the 12-er boy to go fetch the feral kid.

Well big bro did a fine job of toting the wiggly legged sprout back home. But then I saw also coming up the road was their little 8-er in just his undies. I reckon the toddler and the 8-er were playing in the yard or something. Then maybe the toddler took off, so the 8-er perhaps chased after him, but slipped down on the pavement, ripped his undies and stubbed his toe, because he was sure favoring his left foot coming up the road. I could see he had about a 3-4 inch rip on the left cheek of his undies too. Poor lil guy.

Anonymous

A Cheery Helper at the Game Shop

I was out shopping for a present for my cousin’s birthday.  He truly wanted this one video game, which I decided to get the game for him. I’m in the game store looking for the game but unable to find it. I was kneeling down on the floor looking at games near the bottom of the rack, when I looked up and there stood a young boy looking down at me. Politely he asked me if he could help me find a game. Once I got to my feet I asked him if he knew where I could find this particular game. I showed him the paper where I had written down the name of the game.

 I explained, it is my cousin’s birthday and this is the game he wants.He said, “Well it is in this other aisle. I will show you where it is.” and he took right to the game.He picked the game off the shelf and told me it is a fun game to play. I asked him if he has the game?

“No I do not have the game, but I have played it with one of my friends.” “It is a lot of fun to play... lots of challenges.”

He asked me if my cousin has very many games?
I replied “He has a few that I have bought for him.” “I do spoil him since his mom can't afford to buy him games.”

“I know how that is.” he told me.

I asked him if he has very many games?

“No I don't, I only get to buy used ones,  and old games that don't cost very much.”

I thanked him for his help. But also said, “I would have never found the game without your help.”
He reached out his hand and shook my hand firmly, and told me it was a pleasure helping me and talking to me.

I looked into his eyes, I could see a tear in his eye. I said it was a great pleasure visiting with you and thank you again for your help. He walked away. I grabbed two games off the shelve and went to the counter and paid for both of them. I asked the gentleman behind the counter if he knew that boy I was talking to?

 “Yes I do know him he comes from a single mom and they are probably very poor.” “ I give him games that no one else will play.” The man continued, “He is always very grateful and a polite kid.”

“How old is he?’ I asked the clerk.

“He is twelve years old.”

I placed one of the games on the counter, and said “I want you to give this game to him.” “He reminds me of my nephew.”

“He will be very surprised, and can I tell him who it is from.” Inquired the clerk.

“Just tell him it is from the man that he helped find the game he needed for his cousin’s birthday.” I nodded  as the man returned an earnest smile.

“In all the years that I have been in business, no one has ever done this for anyone.” “Your nephew must be a very special young man.”

My simple reply, “He sure was. I lost him in a car accident.”

Just then his mom came in calling for her boy. I knew it was his mom, I turned and walked away. I could over hear the gentleman telling her what i did. She looked at me,  smiled and wiped a tear from her face.

That young boy sure did make my day. Wherever he is, I thank him again for his sincere kindness affording me a great day.

Farm Boy

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New post from the road. Best wishes