Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2018 03:27:50 +0100 (CET)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Do you like boys Chapter 8

Thursday it was still cold and snowy. Bernie showed up at the door with
Kyle when school was over and they stayed inside watching TV after they
finished their homework. After Bernie left Kyle said he wasn't in the mood
for sex, complaining of a sore butt so we sat on the sofa cuddling and
talking. Kyle didn't really like football but he watched it sometimes, he
hated basketball and loved baseball; his favorite team being, of course,
the Colorado Rockies. I said nothing to him but made a mental note to be
sure to take him to a Rockies game in the summer.

Friday came and I began thinking of the future. Thanksgiving was just
around the corner and hot on its heels would be Christmas and a two week
break from school. Rose hadn't said anything to me about what she planned
for Kyle's care during that break. Although I worked at home I wasn't sure
I would be able to do my work and keep an eye on Kyle properly. I made a
mental note to talk it over with Rose when the opporunity presented itself.

After school Kyle came through the door followed, as usual, by
Bernie. Today, however, there was another boy with them. It was hard to see
much of him through all the cold weather clothing. He was so much smaller
than the other two I thought he must be Bernie's younger brother although I
hadn't thought he had any brothers. He had the brightest blue eyes I had
seen aside from magazine photos that had probably been touched up. He stood
outside and asked politely, "Can I come in?" I invited him in, of course.

He joined Kyle and Bernie as they shed their coats, hats and left their
boots on the mat by the door. "Kyle," I said, "Don't you think you should
introduce us?"

"Oh, this is Tommy. He's in our class." I was very surprised but
immediately wondered if this was the same Tommy that was the center of a
fight not too long ago.

"Hello Tommy. Kyle forgot to tell you to call me Mr. J."

"I know. Bernie told me."

"Tommy is going to do homework with us," Kyle announced.

"Kyle," I admonished, "since I'm the adult and this is my house don't you
think you should ask me instead of telling me?" Bernie and Tommy looked a
little uneasy.

"Sorry. So, can he?"

"Does his mother know he's here?"

"Mom's at work," Tommy volunteered.

"It doesn't matter where she is. You need her permission to be over
here. Do you have a phone?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then give her a call. I will want to talk with her before you can stay."

"Don't worry," Bernie told him. "He made me call my mom the first time I
came over."

Tommy got his phone and made the call. "Hi mom." A pause. "I know I not
supposed to call you at work but I want to do homework with Kyle and Bernie
and Mr. J says he has to talk to you before I can stay." Another pause and
then he handed the phone to me.

While he was talking to his mother I got a better look at him. He was a
several inches shorter than Kyle or Bernie and had rusty red hair that was
parted on the side and painstakingly combed to look good which made him
look younger. Although his clothing was old and a little small, it was
clean from the camo tee shirt to the tight fitting blue jeans which were a
little short. His skin was very fair, almost pale. Perhaps that is why his
eyes seemed to have such a brilliant blue color to them. His face was
splattered with a sprinkling of freckles. He was very slender and I was
sure he was under weight.

I took the phone. "This is Mr. J. Is this Tommy's mother?"

"Yes I am and he can do homework with his friends," was the curt reply.

"And what time would you like him to be home?"

"He's old enough to take care of himself and knows what time to be
home. Now I've got work to do." Without so much as a goodbye she hung up.

The attitude of his mother bothered me. While I thought kids should be
allowed to grow up and be themselves rather than coddled and over-protected
she came across as uncaring. I didn't let my concerns show. "Well, you have
permission to stay and do homework."

The boys went to the table, talking, and unpacked books, paper and other
supplies to begin work. I went to the kitchen to get a plate of cookies and
poured three glasses of milk for them. They quickly thanked me as the
cookies were heading for hungry mouths. Leaving the boys to their homework
I went to the living room and picked up the book I had been reading. The
talk became louder and more boisterous with quite a bit of laughter.

I called out, "You boys ARE concentrating on homework aren't you?"

"Yeah." "Uh huh." And from Tommy, "Yes sir."

"That's good. For a moment I thought you might have forgotten about
homework." For the greater part of the time afterwards they remained silent
until homework was finished when they came into the living room.

"How big is the English Channel?" Kyle asked.

"I'm not sure how long it is, " I told him. "Why?"

"Our teacher said people swim from England to France."

"Yeah," Tommy joined in. "And they wear goose grease. That sounds really
gross."

I chuckled. "They wear a swim suit. The grease is to keep them warm. The
water gets pretty cold there. And it's over twenty miles between England
and France."

The three of them began talking about how they were going to swim the
Channel when they were older. "We gotta practice first," Tommy pointed out.

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "Mr. J, can you take us swimming tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is when I go swimming. That wouldn't work out too well." I had
been on the swim teams of my high school and college and was a good
swimmer. In the advanced swim class in high school I had become a Red Cross
Certified Water Safety Instructor which meant I was certified to teach
swimming as well as a certified life guard. I had never used the
certification but I did have it which I figured must count for something.

"We won't bother you," he countered.

"I go during the adult session for swimming laps. You would have to go
during open swim." I liked the open session because I got to see all the
boys both in the locker room and out but it wasn't possible to swim laps
with all the kids in the pool so I went to the adult session.

"You could go both times," Tommy pointed out.

"And why would I do that?" I asked.

"Because you like us," Kyle said rubbing his body against mine in an
obviously sycophantic gesture.

"Yeah," Tommy joined in. "Because you like us." He too rubbed against me.

Bernie made a gagging sound with a display of putting his finger down his
throat.

I had to laugh as I gave in. "OK, OK." I cut their cheer short. "IF... If
your parents agree and you have to be here tomorrow with your swim suits at
9:30." Open swim started at 10:00. "Agreed?"

Kyle and Tommy quickly agreed but Bernie remained silent. "Bernie?"

"I gotta help my Mom tomorrow," he answered.

"Sure," I said. "Maybe another time."

"Can we watch TV?" Kyle asked. I consented and Kyle sat next to me pulling
my arm over his shoulders so he could snuggle. Bernie sat at the end of the
sofa as though to put some distance between himself and any physical
contact with Kyle. Tommy was left standing nearby, looking unsure about
what to do.

"Just don't stand there, Tommy." I motioned with my free hand for him to
come. "Have a seat and watch TV with us."

Smiling, he came over and sat next to me, pulling my spare arm around him
like Kyle had done. I gave him a quick hug and he leaned into me as Kyle
was doing on my other side. Bernie was content to sit apart, by himself
apparently not wanting to do anything that would appear "gay." I suspect
that is a lot of the reason he doesn't want to go swimming with us.

After the show ended the three of us sat just enjoying the peace it
brought. Bernie broke my reverie. Grinning, he said, "You guys look like
fags just sitting there like that." Kyle and Tommy jumped.

"Better be careful. These fags just might pound your butt into the ground,"
I replied.

"You do that and I'll call the police on you." He was still grinning.

"I won't have to do that," I said, also grinning. "These two will do it for
me." Pushing Kyle and Tommy I shouted, "Get him!" That was all it took to
start a friendly brawl on the living room floor.

After about ten minutes of rolling around on the floor and each other the
boys stopped for a breather. The arms and faces of all three were covered
with a sheen of sweat. "Whew," Tommy said. "I'm hot. Let's take our shirts
off." The others quickly agreed and the three of them were soon shirtless
and resumed the free for all. As they played Tommy became more comfortable
here.

I, of course, took the opportunity to enumerate Tommy's physical
attributes. He was skinny, one of those kids who, no doubt, had to run
around in the shower to get wet. I could see no evidence at all of fat on
the boy. He probably had a negative BMI. What was left was bone and
muscle. I could see his ribs clearly enough that I could have counted them
from half a block away. His muscles, however, seemed to be as developed as
his immature body would allow.

Apparently he had some kind of aversion to sunlight. Even his nipples were
a pale pink color. Not only was he pale but there was no trace of a tan
line around his neck or arms where the other boys had them. He had a slight
innie for a navel. It wasn't so recessed it couldn't be seen but it was
definitely an innie. The blue jeans were tight and accentuated his cute
butt. Not large but nicely rounded, it begged to have hands caressing
it. His legs, like his arms, were thin but well defined.

Although smaller and lighter than the other two boys he was not
disadvantaged. He was fast and often found a hold on them before they could
react, forcing them to break his hold. Slippery was a good way to describe
him. The other boys could have him secured in a hold and he would wiggle
out in no time. I enjoyed watching them play but it was time for Bernie to
head for home.

After Bernie had said his goodbyes and was out the door Tommy was still
there and showed no signs of leaving. I turned to Tommy and asked, "And
what time do you need to be home?"

Tommy shrugged and replied, "You talked to mom. What did she say?" Kyle was
watching with interest.

I said, a little more sternly, "What time do you have to be home?"

He became serious, like he thought he might be in trouble. "I just have to
be home when Mom and Dad get home from work."

"And what time is that?" I was beginning to feel like I was pulling teeth.

"Their shift is over at nine and they get home after that."

"They work together?"

"Yes, sir. They are on the cleaning crew at Marlon's." It was a small
manufacturing firm here in town.

"And neither your mom or dad has told you what time you need to be home?"

"No, sir. What time did Mom tell you I should be home?"

"She didn't. She said you knew what time to be home. Are you sure your
parents haven't told you when they expect you to be home?"

Tommy thought a minute. "No. But they get real mad if I'm not home when
they get there."

"I'm sure they do. Nine o'clock is too late for a boy your age to be out. I
think you need to find out what time they expect you to be home, but not
tonight. Find out before you come back over here. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I will. Do I have to go now?"

"Is there anyone at your house? Brothers or sisters? Aunts,
uncles... anyone?"

"No, sir. I'm alone there until Mom at Dad get home."

"What do you eat for dinner?"

"Mom usually leaves something to eat."

Kyle piped up, "He can eat with us." I gave him a dirty look. "I mean, can
he eat with us?"

"I suppose it would be alright tonight." Both boys cheered. "Now, I'm going
to fix dinner and you two half naked savages are going to stay out of my
way." They agreed laughing and went to the living room.

The plan had been to fry the two pork chops I had for dinner but with three
that wasn't an option. I decided on mac and cheese, lunch meat sandwiches
and soup. That would be easy for me, plentiful for the boys and relatively
nutritious. While I was working in the kitchen I heard Tommy yell. I
stopped and looked in on them. Tommy was rolling on the floor holding his
crotch. Kyle was laughing. "Gotcha," he announced.

I knew this game from when I was that age and wasn't concerned about
it. Tommy got up slowly but suddenly his hand streaked out and grabbed Kyle
by the balls and held on. "Now I got you!" Kyle yelled and went to the
floor. I returned to the kitchen. I remembered how my friends as a boy hit
the crotch but I loved to grab my buddies stuff. It was great feeling their
nuts and sometimes their dicks. I wondered about Tommy.

I called the boys when dinner was ready. They had left their games behind
and were well behaved at the table. Tommy ate like this might be the last
meal he would have for days. I asked him if his mother fed him breakfast or
if he had eaten lunch.

"Yes, sir," he giggled. "Mom says I eat enough for three growing boys."

"He always eats like that," Kyle interjected. "At lunch he tries to get
everyone to give him their food."

"Then how can you be so skinny?" I asked incredulously.

Tommy shrugged. "I don't know. I just am. Dad says I must have a tapeworm,
whatever that is."

After dinner and the kitchen was cleaned I told Tommy it was time for him
to go home. He resisted the idea, wanting to stay with us longer. Although
wanting to play with Kyle was a major argument, the really big reason
seemed to be that he would be alone when he went to his house. While I was
tempted to talk to his mother about letting him stay with Kyle until his
parents picked him up I knew that would be disastrous for my sex life with
Kyle which I was unwilling to give up. I didn't think Kyle would want to
give that up either.

Once Tommy was bundled up and out the door I asked Kyle, "Is that the same
Tommy that Bernie told you were a faggot?"

"Yes but he never said anything about it to me. I don't think he believed
Bernie."

"Well, he seems to like grabbing your balls. How much do you like him?" I
headed to the sofa and Kyle followed.

"He's nice. I guess I like him a lot."

"What about Bernie? How does he get along with Tommy?"

"They're OK. Bernie asks him to come with us lots of times." I surmised
that Bernie might be using Tommy as a buffer to prevent any sexual contact
with Kyle. If so, that was fine and maybe even a good idea.

"Well, Tommy took up some time that might have been used for other things."
I put my hand in Kyles crotch and began to fondle him. "There's not enough
time to get naked and do what we did a couple days ago but I'm sure there
is time for a blowjob before your mother gets here."

He thought for a minute and, with an evil grin, said, "Lets both do it like
me and Bernie did that one time."

I understood he was talking about a sixty-nine and I was more than
agreeable to that. "That sounds good but let's do it on the bed instead of
the floor. I'm starting to get too old for rutting on the floor." Kyle
laughed, took my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and led me into the
bedroom.

In the bedroom Kyle started stripping. "Whoa there," I said. "Didn't you
hear me when I said we didn't have time to get naked?"

"I heard. You keep your clothes on and I'll be naked. Don't worry. If
someone comes to the door I'll get dressed fast."

I don't know about anyone else but I find it hard to argue with a cute ten
year old who is naked, has a boner and is dying to have sex with me. I
thought about it for a minute.

"OK, put your clothes in the bathroom. If anyone comes, go get dressed in
there and flush the toilet when you come out."

"Sure, Mr J. Whatever you say," like he thought that would be a waste of
time. He could be very exasperating sometimes.

Returning from taking his clothes to the bathroom he leaped onto the bed
landing full length on his stomach. He wiggled his butt and said, "Sure you
don't want this instead?"

"I would love that but we just don't have time." I sat on the bed next to
him and rubbed his back and legs, spending time between to caress the well
rounded, milky white cheeks of his bubble butt. Kyle was practically
purring.

"That's enough of that if we are going to get to the really good stuff," I
announced. I got him into a position on his back next to me so we could
sixty-nine as I laid by him. I started out by taking his nuts in my mouth
and rolling them around with my tongue. Kyle was busy unbuckling,
unbuttoning and unzipping me. I had to stop my fun for a bit while he
pulled my pants down.

I went back to his nuts but he went straight for my cock, taking as much as
he could into his little mouth. I paused with his balls in my mouth as I
moaned in pleasure. Kyle began sucking so I turned my attention to his hard
little cock, taking it all the way into my mouth. I rubbed his nutsack for
a minute then stopped and got off the bed.

Kyle looked a little hurt and incredulous. "What are you doing?" I just
smiled as I retrieved the K-Y and got back on the bed.

"You're gonna fuck me?" he asked hopefully.

"Just with my fingers, but you like that, don't you?"

"Yes," he answered, grinning.

I resumed my position and Kyle spread his legs for me, bending his knees. I
spread K-Y liberally over his little rosebud before I took his boner in my
mouth again. He was back to busily sucking my cock again as I pressed my
finger into his asshole. Again I synchronized my sucking with the finger
fucking. As I went down on his boy cock my finger plunged deep into his bum
and each time Kyle would vocalize his pleasure, "Mmm, mmm." I rubbed his
chest, stomach and legs then fondled his balls.

He was beginning to get creative sucking my cock. sometimes he would take
it out of his mouth and lick the head of my dick, trying to insert his
tongue into my cum slot. Other times he would lick my balls and suck one
into his mouth to play with it. I was loving every second of his attention.

I decided to change things slightly. I rolled onto my back, pulling Kyle
with me so the length of his naked torso was laying on top of me. His
thighs were on either side of my head, pressed against my cheeks. The warm,
smooth hardness of his little boy cock was buried balls deep into my
mouth. I could smell the sweat from his nuts so close to my nose. His boner
was small enough I could rub my tongue over it as it was buried in my
mouth. I began to masturbate him with my tongue while I watched my finger
fuck his ass. My other hand caressed his back and the beautiful cheeks of
his ass.

When I inserted my second finger into his ass he stopped blowing me until
his asshole relaxed and accommodated my fingers Then he resumed sucking me
off. He was getting good at this and I was getting close. It was building,
slowly but definitely building. I must have been making some noise because
Kyle began sucking my cock furiously and I came hard into his mouth while
his boner was buried in my mouth. He pulled off, gagging, while I was still
coming, then he coughed once and was back on my cock to get the remaining
cum.

I was spent but Kyle sucked me slowly to insure maximum enjoyment and, I
suspect, to get any remaining cum that hadn't escaped my cock. Then he
started licking my belly, cleaning up, I assumed, the cum he had missed
when he gagged. Holding his hips with his little dick still in my mouth I
began pumping them up and down. He understood immediately and began fucking
my mouth. I re-inserted my fingers in his ass and he took my cock in his
mouth again, sucking gently.

He began slowly and gradually the tempo of his thrusts into my mouth
quickened. I heard him. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahh."  That's when I heard his
mother at the door. Kyle was too far into his orgasm to stop and all I
could do was let him ride it out. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Aahhhggh!" He finished
and slumped on top of me.

I pulled him off of me and said, "Go get dressed. Your mother is here." He
looked startled and ran to the bathroom as Rose rang the bell again . I
straightened my clothes and ran a hand through my hair. Hopefully I was
presentable. Rose was at the door looking a little concerned.

"Sorry, I was saving some work on the computer." We heard the sound of the
toilet flushing and Kyle joined us.

"Are you feeling alright?" Rose asked Kyle.

"I feel fine, Mom. Why?"

"You look a little flushed, honey. I hope you aren't coming down with
something."

I looked at Kyle. He was flushed but I knew it wasn't because he was coming
down with something; it was because he had already cum. I joined in, "I
hope he's not getting sick. I can't afford to have any schoolboy
illnesses."

"Well, I'll take him home and put him to bed. We'll see how he is in the
morning." She spoke to Kyle, "Get your coat and let's go." Kyle grimaced at
me when his mother was looking the other way.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I let myself get talked into taking the boys swimming
tomorrow, if parents approve. I have my Red Cross WSI certification so the
boys will be safe with me. If Kyle is up to it and you agree he should be
here about 9:30 with his swim suit."

"Well," Rose hesitated. "I'll see how he is in the morning. Don't count to
much on him being here."

Saturday morning I got my gym bag out and threw in a couple extra towels. I
hadn't thought to tell the boys they needed to bring their own so I was
bringing extras just in case. At 9:15 the doorbell rang. When I opened the
door I found Tommy with a woman I hadn't seen before.

"Hello, Tommy."

"Hi Mr. J. This is my Mom. Mom, this is Mr. J."

"Hello, Tommy's mom."

She laughed. "Alice is the name. Tommy tells me you offered to take the
boys swimming. Is that right?"

I invited them in, out of the cold.

"Yes ma'am. I wanted to talk to you about it yesterday afternoon when the
boys were here but Tommy said he couldn't call you at work."

"I have trouble getting him to distinguish between what is important and
what is trivial and so far he has erred on the side of caution." She smiled
apologetically. "He has never been to the pool. Do they have lifeguards?"

"Yes, during the open swim there are two guards on duty at all
times. During the adult lap swimming when I usually go there are no
lifeguards. I guess they think that if we can swim laps we don't need a
lifeguard. Additionally I am certified as a lifeguard through Red
Cross. Tommy will be safe."

We talked for a while and Rose arrived with Kyle. "Kyle was fine all
evening. I don't know why he was so flushed when I picked him up last
night."

"Who knows what it might have been. At least he's alright now."

The two mothers had never met so, of course, they had to gossip for a
while. Kyle and Tommy were on the sofa watching TV while they waited. The
ladies finally left and I put the boys suits in my gym bag. I got my coat,
grabbed the bag then headed out the door with the boys.

Because the mothers spent time visiting it was after ten when we arrived at
the pool. The locker room was empty, smelling of chlorine while screams and
shouts from kids splashing and playing in the pool echoed hollowly through
the room. After I found a large empty locker I told the boys to put their
clothes inside. They both stripped quickly and did as I had told them. I
took my time undressing, leaving the boys to stand there naked so I could
check out the parts of Tommy I had not seen yet.

He was pale from head to toe without a trace of a tan line at his
waist. The bones in his hips protruded as much as his ribs did. The part
that really caught my attention though was huge for a boy his size. His
uncircumcized dick was three, maybe three and a half inches long completely
flacid. The balls and nutsack were about the same size as Kyle's and made
his dick look even larger than it actually was. If Tommy minded my perusal
of his body he gave no sign of it.

After I had my clothes in the locker I opened the bag and passed out
suits. I noticed Tommy was checking out Kyle and myself almost as closely
as I had checked him out. Dressed for swimming we passed through the shower
where I made them at least stand under the water. Neither one was happy
about that but I insisted and they complied.

Not knowing how well either of the boy could swim I took them to the
shallow end and jumped in. Turning to face them I saw they both looked a
little scared. Kyle sat on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water
but didn't go any farther. Tommy asked, "How deep is it?"

"It's a little over three feet here." Then I had the epiphany. "Do either
of you know how to swim?" They both shook their heads in the negative. I
had not planned on this.

"How did you think you would swim the English Channel if you don't know how
to swim," I asked. They just shrugged their shoulders. "Well, get in. It
isn't so deep you can't keep your heads above water." Kyle eased himself
into the pool holding securely onto the side. Tommy still hesitated. I
reached up for Tommy who now looked terrified. Holding him under his arms I
gently lowered him into the water near the edge. He grabbed the side
desperately. Fortunately the more boisterous kids in the pool were at the
deeper parts.

"You don't need to be afraid. I've been trained for this and I won't let
anything happen to you." I coaxed them, one at a time, away from the edge
by letting them hold onto me as they walked slowly in the water.

"If you are going to have any fun here you will need to know some swimming
skills. First, you're both learning to float." I had them do the jellyfish
then front and back floats. They soon became comfortable doing these near
the edge of the pool so it was time to move them away from the edge a bit.

I backed away into the pool a ways and addressed Kyle first. "Now I want
you to push off from the side toward me and just do the front float. Don't
worry. I'll be here to catch you." He glided to me very well but struggled
with standing up. I had him glide back to the side of the pool and then it
was Tommy's turn. He did as well as Kyle had done so I told them, "You're
half way to swimming. Next you will learn to kick and after that the hand
movements for simple swimming."

I had them hold onto the side and practice kicking the proper way. They
loved splashing and it took a while before they understood how to do it the
right way without bending their knees. I backed away again and had them
glide to me, this time with the kick they had just learned. They were
surprised at how much faster and farther they could go.

It was time to teach them to dog paddle. I explained it then
demonstrated. After they practiced the stroke a ilttle while in a standing
position I told them it was time for the real thing. I brought Tommy away
from the side first and helped him into a front float, holding my hand
under his belly for support.

"First start with your hands the way you practiced then kick. You'll find
swimming isn't all that hard." Instead of using his hands first and then
kicking, he put it all together at once. I was surprised as he moved
forward. My hand slipped down his belly, over his suit and suddenly I was
holding the firmness of his flaccid dick in my hand. I moved to keep up
with him, sliding my hand back up to his belly. Tommy seemed not to notice
the unintentional touch of his personal space.

Next was Kyle's turn. I did the same with him, holding my hand under his
belly while he got ready to do the stroke. He did almost as well as Tommy
and I let my hand slide down to his crotch, this time intentionally, and
gave him a quick squeeze. He was grinning when he finished.

"Well, I think you boys have learned enough to do it on your own and have
some fun. Go ahead now."

Kyle started dog paddling along the side of the pool but Tommy responded,
"Will you help me again, please? I wanna be sure I do it right."

I agreed and helped him into the front float as before and he began
swimming furiously. Once again he moved forward causing my hand to come in
contact with his dick. It seemed to me that it was a little more firm this
time and perhaps a little longer. Or it could have just been my desires
making up things.

I told Tommy he was doing fine and should join Kyle which he did. They swam
and we played for the rest of the session. The alarm sounded, signaling the
end of swimming and I had the boys use the ladder to get out of the pool
and we headed for the locker room along with a couple dozen other boys. I
always loved this part of public swim.

I had the boys stop at the showers and rinse off. They didn't seem to mind
this time. I took my suit off, as I always do, and began to rinse the high
concentration of chlorine out of it. Tommy pulled his suit off and mimicked
what I was doing. Kyle looked at me like I had lost my mind.

"What are you doing?" he asked a little confused. I explained why I was
doing what I did. "Do we have to?"

"No, of course you don't have to." Tommy, standing naked beside me, kept
doing everything I did. It gave me a chance to check out his stuff a little
more. He looked closely at my crotch and then looked up at me and smiled.

In the locker room we dried off and Tommy stood directly in front of me
most of the time, apparently trying to distract my perusal of the other
boys in the room. Four boys on the other side of the locker room were
especially boisterous and started a tug of war, two of them apparently
wanting to throw one of the others under a cold shower. The other two
resisted. They were well matched and suddenly it became a tableau. One boy
struggling against the two with his ally pulling on he arm to keep him
there. His other arm was being pulled by one of the other boys whose friend
was in turn pulling on his arm toward the showers.

It was a beautiful sight. All four were ten to eleven years old, all facing
me and the one in the middle was showing a light patch of hair over his
dick. There were puddles of water on the floor though and I didn't want
them getting hurt. "Boys!" I called loudly. "What happens if one of you
slips in some water?" They all got that 'Oh, yeah' look, stopped and began
talking excitedly.

I opened the locker and told the boys to get their clothes. "You get yours
first, Kyle," Tommy instructed as he stood in front of me again. While Kyle
got his clothes out I looked Tommy over one last time while he was nude. He
was smiling and me but quickly got his clothes and put his shorts on as
soon as Kyle was out of the way. I wasn't sure but I thought he may have
been getting a boner.

I dropped Tommy off at his house first and on the way to Kyle's I made the
comment, "Boy, Tommy sure has a big one."

"Yeah, I wonder how big it gets when he gets a boner."

"I don't know. Maybe some day you can find out."