Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 18:10:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rich McFadin <mcfadinr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coachin 2

Coachin' 2

Observations from a Junior High Locker Room.

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Summer was very good to my two cuties.  It seems like there is always a
cutie or two in my PE classes.  A cutie is a boy who is younger looking
than his classmates or just stands out because of his impishness.  Most of
the times, he is blonde and fair, the shortest in the class, has a smile
that is just killer.  A cutie is slow to develop.  Some don't even know
about boners or pubes.  The first shower in the big communal shower room
always makes their eyes go wide.

I recognized the names of two boys before they ever showed up.  They were
the little brothers of some of the most spirited, active, favored, and
flamboyant girls who had ever passed through the school.  Everybody knew
who those girls were, and usually you could hear them, where ever they
were.  When these two showed up for the first day of class in their 7th
grade year, I picked them out quickly.  They looked like their sisters,
many of the same facial features.  They were the smallest, not just in the
class but had to be in all of 7th grade.  I think they could have passed
for 8 year olds.  And none of their features made you sure if they were a
boy or a girl.  That was something that caused a little trouble later in
the year, that I "know nothing" about.

Caleb had dark brown hair.  Long in the back and a bowl cut in front with
short bangs.  His nose and cheeks were covered in freckles, cute freckles.
A crooked little grin.  Slender build and small little kids hands.  He wore
jeans almost every day.  Instead of the bulge that is so plentiful in
junior high boys, his jeans showed a few folds of the thick denim fabric.

Garret was just as quiet as his new friend Caleb.  He had the face that you
could see on the old Mexican velvet paintings, not the Elvis ones but the
kids with the sad looking big eyes.  Brown hair as well, lighter and
fluffier than Caleb's.  It tended to always look like a mess.  Other boys
try very hard to get their hair to look that way, Garret does it without
much effort and no products.  He was almost the same size and shape as
Caleb.  The outstanding feature that Garret had was his beautiful alabaster
skin, so smooth and flawless.  It was one thing to see it on his face but
when he would undress in the locker room, his body was unreal.  It looked
more like a child or angel carved in marble by the masters.

I have seen them naked many times over the last 2 years.  Neither of them
had a single pubic hair or pit hair.  Their bodies didn't have a hint that
puberty was going to happen.  Caleb's dick was just a little mushroom head
with just a little bit, maybe a half inch of shaft.  It never looked limp,
there just wasn't enough to hang.  I did see it get purple after a hard PE
class.  His balls were just a pink little poof.  In silhouette, he had no
evidence of a butt, just a smooth flat butt that barely kept his shorts up.
It always seemed like he had the lines left by underwear or a jock.  He did
wear a jock, mandatory, and enforced by us mean old coaches.  Yet the pouch
was very loose and I had to laugh when I saw between his legs from behind,
there was a gap between his jock and his butt.  It just hung loose.

Garret's junk was not much bigger but his balls hung low.  Even when
little, there was some swing or bounce.  His dick was a little more of a
shaft but its head was just a little smaller.  It all had just slightly
more color than the rest of his body. When he stood still, and naked, his
dick and balls looked like the famous statues.

They chose the gym baskets closest to the wall of the coaches' office.  The
ones in the back on that row were usually the last ones picked.  There
wasn't much room between the wall and the baskets.  The boys who did choose
those would later ask to move.  I kept hearing how it was so tight that the
boys with baskets back there would have to squeeze between another naked
sweaty boy and there was too much body action going on.  Caleb and Garret
have stayed with those baskets all three years.  It does provide the most
privacy, at least to the general population.  From the coaches' office, it
was the easiest to see.

The second year I had them, their 8th grade year, they hadn't grown much at
all when school started.  They still had the skinny little boy looking
bodies and not a trace of puberty.  They had become inseparable, being best
friends for a number of reasons.  The difference between them and the other
8th graders was even more apparent.  There were other late bloomers too but
they at least had started to show signs of change.  They hadn't change at
all.  They wore the same style of clothes, and I recognized their favorite
T's that they were wearing out.

By 8th grade, the boys are usually comfortable in the locker room and going
into the showers with the other boys.  Caleb and Garret were going the
other way.  In 7th grade, they really didn't care that much.  While they
were shy, they weren't more so than a lot of boys.  That year, they kept
towels on, or had their hands in front of their junk quite a bit.  They
were always late getting into the shower.  By the way, this is a hint; the
boys who get into the shower early and get out, are not the ones interested
in looking at other boys.  It's the ones who are having a good time in the
locker room and they get in with everybody and tend to stay longer,
sometimes they are the last to come out of the shower.  So, if you worry
about boys wanting to see what you got, get in early and get out.

A month or so ago, I was in the locker room waiting for my 3rd period
class, 9th graders.  I was greeting a bunch of my old guys, a bunch giving
me hugs, chest bumps, or at least fist bumps.  There was plenty of growing
up that could be seen.  A few wispy mustaches and some bodies with a lot
more muscles.  I nodded as I heard a deep voice say "Hey Coach".  I didn't
recognize the boy at first and barely recognized his buddy trailing behind
him.  Puberty had hit my cuties!  Garret was the one who said hello.  It
looked like somebody had grabbed him by the feet and head and stretched him
out.  It's probably a little bit of an exaggeration but I think he grew at
least a foot over the summer.  He already had a thin face but now it was
stretched out even more.  There was a shadow on his upper lip.  I'm sure
the cat could have helped clean it up but that was genuine hair there.  And
regretfully, there were a few zits on that once flawless skin.  Everything
he had on was new.  There was no way he was fitting into what he wore last
year.

My attention didn't stay that long on Garret, as Caleb stole it away.  He
was just a couple of inches shorter than Garret but he stretched out too.
His round face with all the freckles had become longer, with sharper
angles.  And while I could still see the freckles, his face and arms were a
beautiful golden tan.  His hair was lighter and in a pretty kewl style.  He
didn't look quite as stretched out as his arms and chest were solid with
muscles.  His smile confirmed that he was that skinny little kid that I
knew.

They went immediately to the baskets in the tight row next to the
wall. Nobody from the first two periods had chosen a single basket there,
so they had their pick.  I tried to keep my eye on them as they dressed
out.  However, there were enough issues with the other boys that distracted
me completely.  It wasn't until the next week that I had a chance to see
them naked.  During that first week, there were hints at what was coming.
Garret seemed to always be pulling or pinching his junk.  In PE class, he
would run and tug.  Or stand and pull.  He would rearrange his junk so much
I was sure that nothing quite fit.

And Caleb's bulge in his gym shorts was pretty impressive too.  I had to
remind myself that maybe after two years with only the slightest hint of a
manly bulge that I might be thinking there was much more there.  At least
there was some bristly hairs on his legs.  It was the day that he pulled
his shirt up and over his head that there was even more proof of the
change.  The boy had a set of abs that were just down right impressive.
And the exclamation point was the happy trail from his belly button that
disappeared into his shorts.  I couldn't resist.  When he was standing next
to me during one of my highly informational bits of advice about athletics,
I tugged at the little hairs of his happy trail.  He bent over quickly,
like I took a swing at his junk.  I asked, "Is that for real?"  He laughed
and said, "Yep!"

I was standing in the door to my office as the showers started.  With the
9th graders, I really didn't have to enforce the mandatory shower rule.
The boys were used to them and they found that going to the next class
covered in sweat was no longer acceptable.  So, I was just looking.  From
my right, I see a body flying by.  A towel flashed in front of my face and
I could see the body with a big patch of pubic hair and a massive dick jump
by me.  I looked at his face long enough to see Garret smiling big then
went back to look at his junk.  I knew he had grown but he now had one of
the longest dicks in the room.  Thin and limp, but so so long.  And his
balls hung even lower.  Just a little pinker than they rest of him.  There
was some real swinging going on as he walked on to the shower.  Here was a
boy who covered himself with a towel, wrapped around him twice, who now was
almost on parade with his new equipment.

When Garret went around the corner to the shower, I looked back at the
baskets.  Caleb was standing there, towel by his side.  He was smiling at
me and was waiting for me to look at him.  His dick was pointing right at
me, I swear it was winking.  And Caleb pulled on his own happy trail and
told me to look and see that it was real.  Caleb swung his hips side to
side and I could tell that his dick wasn't completely hard, but it still
stuck straight out like it did when it was so little.  It was sitting on
top of his balls.  He had a nice full pouch of balls.  They weren't hangers
by any means.  A nice fuzz of pubes cover all of his scrotum.  And he had a
perfect V, with the happy trail right in the middle.

They were definitely proud of what they found over the summer.  I suspected
that they knew I was interested.  They did that little show, and I did
enjoy it.

I did notice that they would bring their baskets out of the rack and dress
using the benches in the middle of the room.  They sure weren't that shy
and would fast when they swapped clothes.  The last two years they had
almost perfected that move of taking underwear off and putting a jock on in
one quick fluid motion.  Now, the underwear came off, they spent time
folding it and placing it in the basket.  Then eventually pulling the jocks
on.  And they both fill out the jocks very well.  I'm still watching to
figure out how Garret bends his to fit it in the pouch.

Just the other day, they stood next to each other.  Garret had his arm over
Caleb's shoulders.  Both naked, and not quite boned up as the smiled and
faced me.  Caleb pointed to his junk, Garret had a big handful of balls and
he says, "Coach, it took a while but we finally got there!"