Sharing a Good Feel

 The two accounts of boys who were pale-skinned and nearly hairless remind me of a boy I knew at one of the schools I attended during early puberty. The guy had all those characteristics and one thing more. He hated sports. He wanted nothing to do with teams or ball games or exercise or any sort of athletics.

 He tried like hell to get out of changing and showering. Sometimes he got away with it, but usually the coach would catch him hiding someplace and give his butt a genuine chewing-out. It was the showers that showed us he was hairless.

 If left to himself, he would sit on the steps during PE, not even watching the games that were in progress, maybe reading a book if he thought the coach wasn't looking. When he tried to dribble in basketball It was painful to watch. He could not take a single step and bounce a ball at the same time. His free-throws never came remotely near the hoop. It was dangerous to be nearby when he had a bat in his hands. He managed never to successfully punt a football even when it was only a foot in front of him.  I thought that he just didn't try, but maybe he had a coordination problem.

 One thing I learned about him, though: Although he avoided all types of physical exercise he certainly enjoyed exercising his hairless personal possession. Not sure why he picked me as a friend, but here’s how it got started:

 We were sitting across the aisle from each other in some class. He was wearing shorts. I heard him whisper "Psst!" at me. When I looked over at him, he indicated to look at his shorts. As soon as I was peeking at him, he raised one leg of the shorts and held it up. Voila! The head of his dick was clearly visible, and it looked to me like he was hard! After I got a fleeting look he hid his dick back in his pants and sat there squeezing himself. It was the sort of thing that boys like me dream about. He voluntarily showed me his dick without me  encouraging him in any way.

 Nothing physical actually happened that day.  Sometime later we were standing in line in PE and I was right in front of him. He grabbed my hand and guided it behind my butt while he stepped up real close to me. It was obvious that he wanted me to feel him. I gave him a few good squeezes, discovered that he was erect, and became stiff myself.

  We were never true jacking pals, but whenever we happened to see each other we almost always managed to give each other a good feel and then shoot a load together.

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