Last evening we were out for a casual dinner. A burger-and-wings place with outdoor dining, and a sand-box play area for little kids. There was a band playing on the deck, and nearby was a family situated between me and the band, so any time I looked at the band my eyes had to look past this family. There was a cute little kid in this family, I'd say he was probably a 7th grader. He had loose shorts on and sport socks, and the way he was seated I got this terrific view of the side of almost his entire right leg. How he was seated, his shorts had risen up, so I could see almost his entire bare thigh. I could also see his entire crotch area.
He was a beautiful, handsome blonde boy with a terrific smile and dazzling blue eyes. We were close enough that I could hear him speak, and his voice either had not started to change, or had not yet changed very much. But he was of the size and apparent age that changes certainly must have already started in his pants, even if not the least bit obvious unless one was to somehow be there to see him showering.Grin....
Not a once did I ever see him grab, rub, or adjust himself. His little friend gave him no difficulties at all last night, and apparently commanded not one speck of his attention (except when he got up to use the restroom). But I got to enjoy his beautiful soft golden skin, going almost all the way up his leg...his smile, and his youthful beauty.
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