Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2018 17:10:35 +0000 (UTC) From: D J Subject: The Grassy Hill part five Author's note: This story is a work of fiction, and the characters in it are not real persons. This work is copyright of the author and all rights are reserved. I hope you like it, and I appreciate all comments, praise, complaints, death threats or flames. Send them to Sahypo at dj92570j@yahoo.com. Thanks to everyone who has written to me; if you wish, please let me know a bit about you. I would like to know who my readers are, and what touches you about the story. Please donate to Nifty if you like the stories; your contributions provide this place and keeps it going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Grassy Hill Part 5 Copyright 2018 By Sahypo "What do you mean?" Simon asked, turning around to look up at Bobby. The older man took out a cigarette and lit it. As the smoke curled away, he began to speak. "Coach said some things that a set me to thinkin'." Bobby stated. "Look, Simon...things ain't been real good for a while. I know that. I know you ain't happy and you think I don't want you and I suppose I ain't done much to make you think that isn't so...I know you heard some things I said...things I shouldna said...well, anyway. The truth is I don't hate you...I don't wish you were gone...none of that stuff." Bobby took a drag off his cigarette and collected his thoughts. "I was kinda glad Coach brung ya home. I was worried about what you were doing the last couple days after school." "Why?" "Well, somebody coulda knocked ya in the head, or something, hell, you coulda been hit by a car out there walking home" Bobby said. "I didn't think anyone cared one way or the other." Simon said quietly. Bobby squeezed Simons' shoulders and said "Simon, I mean really? You can't possibly believe that...You're my only kin left. I do give a damn... Look...I ...um, I know I ain't no good at this, and I wasn't ready to be a daddy and all that. I let you down and I'm sorry. I shoulda been there for ya when your world turned to shit..." Sitting on the next step below Bobby, Simon began to shake, his head bowed. Tears rolled down his face and splattered on the pebble textured step tread between his feet as he lost control and cried. He shook and his breath caught as he sat there looking ahead, as Bobby held him. After many minutes, Simon said "It's not your fault. They're the ones that did this. They fucked both of us with this situation." Bobby had to admit, the boy had a point. "Ah, I can't disagree with you there...but this here is what it is. We gotta decide if we're gonna make this work, Simon." Simon nodded. "You can't just get mad and scream at me...we gotta talk and work stuff out....And I gotta learn how to be a dad and be there for you." Bobby gently squeezed Simon's shoulder's as the boy sobbed and cried. He put his hands on Bobby's hands and continued to unload his soul for several minutes before gathering his composure again and letting go of Bobby's hands. Simon turned around, looked at his uncle. His tears were gone, and his voice quiet, but steady. "Bobby...Will you do something for me? It's really important." "What's that?" "Would you stop smoking...Please? You know, quit?". Bobby thought about that for a minute or two. "Simon...I can try...I never done it before, but I'll try...okay?" Simon nodded. "Fair enough...and I promise not to scream at you and stuff." "And no more walking home from school...I can come get you, it's on the way home from work." Simon nodded, and they sat there on the steps for a few minutes, until Bobby messed Simon's hair up and stood. "It's supper time." Bobby said as he went up the steps, with Simon close behind. Robby had worked on his father pretty much without let-up about asking Laura out, since he had broached the subject. Laura's last two weeks at the motel had gone quickly, and she began her first day at FreightMaster early, and spent most of the morning in training and new employee orientation with Abigail. She was issued keys, safety glasses and uniform shirts. Kevin had also been lobbying Laura on Robby's behalf, and at lunch time, Laura went looking for Robert. He was in the break room eating, and Laura sat down at the table across from him. They exchanged greetings and pleasantries about her first day on the job, and then Robert said "I think the boys want us to take them out to Louie's for dinner. It's pretty much got Robby preoccupied the last two weeks or so." "I'm getting the same thing from Kevin, too. It's a conspiracy." Laura giggled. "I guess we do have things to celebrate...Robby making the track team, my new job." "Then I guess that settles it" Robert said. "Any particular night better than any other for you?" Laura shook her head. "Not really." "Shall we meet you and Kevin there at six, then?" Robert asked. "Yes, that sounds good.... Six o'clock it is." Laura replied. She unwrapped her tuna sandwich and began to eat. All too soon, they had to go back to work. Robby had track practice after school, and Simon seemed very upbeat and actually happy for a change. The team joked and played grab-ass a bit in the showers after practice, and took turns squirting each other with cold water from an empty shampoo bottle. After he finished his shower, Robby dressed and walked home. Simon hung back and knocked on Coach's door frame before walking into the sparsely furnished room. "Simon! How are things going?" Coach asked, greeting the nude boy. "Um, a lot better...I talked to my uncle about stuff, and it's good." "I'm glad to hear that, Simon. Did you get a few things out in the open?" Simon nodded. "Yeah. I got him to promise to quit smoking, Coach." "Oh wow, that's huge...for both of you. He'll be healthier and you can breathe better. If he needs help to stay with it, give him this." Coach reached into his pocket for a business card. "Oh, well I'll give you a card when you have a pocket to put it in." Coach said with a grin, as Simon blushed. "Actually, I would like to talk to him again, anyway." "Oh, he'll be by to pick me up in a bit." "So, what else did you talk about?" "Um, you know...stuff...like not getting pissed off and screaming and running off. I guess I never give him a chance to say anything when I get mad." "Simon...sometimes it really hard for some guys to say how they feel about things and you may get the idea that Bobby doesn't care...I know he does, though. He just isn't one of those guys who can say it, and I know you need to hear it from him. I'm glad you're going to give him a chance." "He did kinda say it, Coach...I think he was mad that I was walking home from school. He said he worried about me getting' knocked in the head and stuff, or smooshed by a car." "You little dummy! All you had to do is ask for a ride, you know." Coach wagged his finger at the boy. Simon smiled and replied "Yeah, I shoulda said something. Bobby will be pickin' me up from now on, no problem." "I'm glad things are working out and you have a smile on your face now." "Yup! Me too!" Simon replied as he left to get dressed. Coach began securing the gym doors and turning off lights, as Simon re-appeared, dressed and carrying his gym bag. "Give your uncle this, Simon. Good night." "'Night" Simon replied. He began to walk away then stopped. "Um, Coach...you said you have a cabin in the country?" "Yes" "Is it like really far?" "It's a ways out of town, yeah, pretty primitive. There's no electricity and we have to bring in water to drink. There is a river though for other things." "So what kind of stuff do you do out there?" "Well, we're still building the cabin, and there is hunting and fishing, hiking in the woods. Swimming." "I never been fishing..." Simon said softly. Coach remembered what Simon had said in the truck the other day. "Look...you talk to your uncle about it, and if it's okay with him, you can come out and spend a weekend with us sometime." "Really, that would be so cool! Thanks!" "Gregory would love to have someone to get into trouble with, too." Coach replied. "Gregory?" "I have a foster son in fourth grade, Simon." Robby got home from practice just before Robert arrived, and he walked into the house to find his son barefoot in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open. "Ah, ah, ah!" Robert said, wagging his finger. "Don't pig out, we're going to Louie's at six." Robby shot back a huge grin, and closed the refrigerator door. "Cool!" the boy replied, "I better get dressed" he said as he pulled his shirt off over his head and began to walk to his room. He decided to put on clothes that he would wear tomorrow at school. He figured that since he was freshly showered, he ought to put on clean briefs, so he slipped his underwear off and looked at himself in the closet door mirror. He regarded the wrinkled fold at the front edge of his foreskin, and the asymmetry of his small scrotum. Now that he had been in the showers with his classmates and survived humiliation, he no longer felt so self-conscious. He stretched his member down, to inspect his pubis. Robby had never given much thought to masturbation or his genitalia until the sleepover at Kevin's had opened his eyes to the sensations he had been missing. He could just make out a few very fine, short dark hairs that were almost invisible in the poor lighting of his bedroom. They were just like the little blond hairs that covered his body, but these were distinctly darker. They were so faint that he had never noticed these before. "Dad?" "Huh" "How old you were when you got pubes?" Robby asked. "Um, about your age, I think...Definitely by sixth grade." "Ok" Robby began to dress as Robert paused in the doorway. "Is anyone giving you a hard time at practice?" Robby paused for a minute before looking at Robert and answering his dad's question. "One kid did say something...it hurt a lot too...But then all the other guys on the team like froze him out and stood up for me." "So, what happened?" "He came back and said he was sorry and that was the end of it." "Are you all right?" "Yeah...I never expected the guys to stick up for me like that...I didn't know most of them that good." "What was it he said?" "Said my dick was weird looking and stuff." "Still thinking about getting circumcised, Robby?" Robby shook his head. "Nah...Nobody else said anything...As long as I like it, it doesn't matter, right?" "That's exactly right, son!" Robert felt a mixture of anguish and relief. He knew that Robby's decision to try out for sports might expose him to bullying and ridicule, and the thought of that ordeal makes any parent's heart sink. To hear that Robby had survived the incident and was able to discuss it rationally, and to hear that his teammates valued him as a person was great news. He could see an increase in Robby's confidence and a difference in the way he carried himself these last two weeks or so. "Whatever decision you make, I'll support. You know I love you, son." Robert said quietly. Robby responded with a hug on his father. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked at his father as he pulled a sock onto his foot. "I'm not gonna get something cut off so somebody else will like the way it looks...That's just stupid, I think." Robby said. "Sounds pretty wise to me." Robert responded, and Robby smiled. They met Laura and Kevin at Louie's just after six, and were seated in a booth by the lone waitress. Louie's was a small diner and although it was busy, it wasn't crazy this evening. Cold glasses of ice water kept them comfortable while they read the menu, and the conversation centered on how everyone's day had gone. Laura's first day at FreightMaster was of immediate interest. The conversation slowed some as they waited for the meal and Kevin left the table to go to the boy's room. Robert nudged Robby and motioned for him to follow Kevin. "I don't have to go." "He might need help holding something, or whatever. Go!" Robert said, obviously trying to get rid of Robby for a few minutes. Robby realized this and smiled as he got out of the seat. Laura chuckled at the exchange. When Robby had gone, Robert asked "Perhaps Miss Porter would like to accompany Mister Thomas for dinner on future occasions?" "Miss Porter is most flattered by Mister Thomas's generous offer and accepts gratefully." "Mister Thom--" Robert broke up laughing. "Hopes Master Thomas and Master Kevin can't hear us talking like this..." Kevin was just about inside the restroom when Robby kept him from closing the door. "Dude, what...?" "Dad said you might need help holding something." Robby said, breaking into giggles as he closed the door. "He what?" Kevin asked, confused. "He wanted me to leave so he could talk to your mom, get it?" "Oh" "Yeah" "Well, then...go ahead and grab this while you're in here." "Oh, fuck you!" Robby exclaimed as the boys broke up in laughter. Robby washed his hands at the sink as Kevin used the toilet next to him, dried his hands and waited until Kevin zipped up before opening the door and making his way back to the table. "You came back pretty quickly" Robert observed. "Not much there to hold, Dad...We'll be back when the food comes." Robby shot back, as he walked over to the door. Larua and Robert cringed in unison, and Robert said "Ouch!" Man, that's cold, Robby." Kevin came out of the bathroom and Robby waved him over. He had a confused expression on his face as he went to the door. Laura was choking back tears laughing, and Robert had an amused expression on his face. "What? Where are we going, Robby?" Kevin wondered. "C'mon, they ain't done yet." "Oh, right..." Laura was trying hard to compose herself so she could speak "Now.... Robby.... that wasn't.... very nice!" She said, as she dissolved into cackles of laughter. The boys had already gone outside, so he hadn't heard her. After a minute, she had settled down and said "Robby sure seems to have come into his own lately. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have said something like that not too long ago." "He has his moments, trust me." "They are definitely growing up, Robert." Robert nodded. "I'm just curious about one thing, Laura." "Mmm? What's that?" "Robby used to go into a serious pout if anyone mentioned trying out for sports. How did you get past his objections?" Laura nodded. "We had a little talk about hiding things and holding back from life trying to hold onto secrets...I think he wanted to run track more than anything, but he needed convincing." "So, you know about..." "Yes, I know." "Did he tell you?" "No, he didn't". She took a sip of water "Kevin and Robby... shared things with each other about a month ago. That was part of it, and Kevin said it strengthened their friendship. Then, I found Robby asleep uncovered in the morning when I checked on them. They didn't wear anything to bed." Robert rolled his eyes. "Oh, God.... I'll say something to him." "Why? He didn't do anything Kevin doesn't do, and I invaded his privacy, although it wasn't intentional...Besides, I sat both of them down for a really good talk about things before he went home. He knows he can talk about things with people he trusts, and that's gotta be good for his adjustment and confidence. After all, he actually did go out and make the team...That's huge for him." "Okay, Well, I guess you're right. There was an incident the other day when one of the other boys said something to Robby, and the team took care of it from what he told me." "We talked about things like that happening. I'm glad he didn't want to quit. Oh, I think the food's up." Laura said as she got up to call the boys in. They were in the parking lot, balancing on a curb stop trying to throw each other off. "You two sure you don't ride the short bus?" Laura joked. "Yeah, yeah, just thank God you're blessed with our awesomeness, Mom!" Kevin declared, cracking Robby up. "So, Just what did you guys talk about?" Robby asked, with a nosy grin on his face and raised eyebrows. He held the door for Laura and Kevin. "Sending both of you to reform school and replacing you with dogs." Laura quipped. "Uh-huh, right...You'd be begging me to come back when that dog chews up everything you got, Mom." Kevin shot back. The next day Coach met the boys in the huddle on the field. "Gather round, ladies...I got news." He said, as the boys grouped in close. "Adrian had an accident on the stairs at home over the weekend, and after spending last night in the emergency room getting X rays, he has a badly sprained ankle and will be off his feet for several weeks. He is okay, nothing's broken and he has no other injuries. He did stay home today. Anyway, try to cheer him up when you see him, okay?" Coach let the news settle in. "That means the squad's a bit thin...I am going to open try-outs again, so if any of you can bribe, blackmail, hog-tie or march any of your friends in at gun-point, we can really use them." "Is Adrian still on the team?" Phillip piped up in a worried squeak. "Adrian is still a full member of the team... He'll be back at practice with us when his doctor says he's good to go." "What happens to whoever we get, when Adrian comes back?" Kelly wondered. "We'll be a team of eight, or ten or however many that makes it." Coach replied. "Any other questions?" The boys shook their heads. "Okay, let's hit those warm-up laps, troops!" Coach bellowed. "Hey, we got promoted!" Dexter cracked. The other boys looked at him, not following. "Well, we were ladies, now it's troops!" After practice, Coach locked up and followed the boys out of the building. He saw Simon open the door on a vehicle, and load his gear. Bobby opened the driver's door and got out, and walked to meet Coach. "Bobby, how's it coming with quitting cigarettes?" "It's only bad when I think about smoking. I just keep busy." "Sorry I reminded you." "Ahh, I'll get there...Hey, um, Simon asked me if he could spend a weekend at your cabin, did you know about that?" "I invited him, yes." "You sure he won't be any trouble?" "Not if I put him to work" Coach joked. "He can swim, fish, hike and keep my boy company. It is a bit primitive out there though. It's off grid, so we have solar lights and an outhouse." "That actually sounds like it would do him good. How far away is it?" "Hang on." Coach said, as he reached into his truck and rummaged through the pile of papers on the dashboard. He found an empty envelope for the electric bill for his house in town and tore it open so he could draw a map on the inside. He began to sketch a set of roads and label the routes. He wrote the address of the property down on the map, and gave it to Bobby. "That's where it is, and you can reach me there at the number on my card." "How do we work it?" "Have Simon pack a bag for the weekend, and we'll take off Friday after practice. I'll bring him to school Monday morning when I drop Gregory off." "Gregory is your boy?" "He's been my foster son for four years, he's ten." "When are you going out next?" "It will be two or three weeks. I'll let Simon know at the beginning of the week when we're making the trip out." "Thank you, Coach." "You're most welcome." Robby met Kevin at his house after practice, and let themselves in with Robby's house key. "I got something to tell you." Robby began. "Oh, yeah, what?" Kevin wondered. "Interested in running track with me?" "Huh? I thought try-outs were over and done with." "Nuh-uh. Adrian twisted his ankle and has to take a few weeks off, so Coach asked us to find anybody who wants to try out." "I don't get it, what happens when Adrian comes back...does the new guy get bumped off the team?" "Nope...Coach says we go with how many guys wind up being on the squad." "You know I'm slower than shit." "Yeah, you are..." Robby giggled. "Fuck you!" Kevin protested, poking Robby in the nipple. Robby squealed, guarded himself and went on. "Look, Coach didn't cut any of the guys who showed up to try out, so I don't think it matters too much." Kevin sat and thought about this for a moment. "Kev, if you do it, you don't have to wait for me to get out of practice three days a week." "I know...it's been forever since we went to the mound and hung out." "Yeah, I kinda miss that, too." Robby admitted. "What do I have to do?" "Tell Coach you want in, and have your mom sign a paper, I think." Robby replied. "That, and take it easy on my damn titties!" Robby snickered, provoking Kevin into a full-on wrestling match on the living room floor. Clothing came off until the boys were rolling around on the floor in briefs and socks. After a while, they tired and decided to watch TV and sat on the couch. Kevin was a bit curious about the practices and asked. "So, like, is it weird taking showers with other guys?" "Not really...it's not that big a deal." "Does everybody get boners and stuff?" Kevin wondered. "Nope....it's not that kinda thing...I thought that would happen too, but it never did." "Really...Even for the guys with big hairy ones?" "Well, that's only Dexter. He's the same size as you, and he has some hair. But I never saw it hard." "Oh." Kevin sat and watched TV quietly for a few minutes, before Robby scooted to the other end of the couch and turned on the lamp on the end table. "Need to ask you something" Robby said. Kevin looked over and replied "Okay...what?" Robby patted the couch next to himself. "Scoot over and look at this, dude." Kevin moved over, as Robby pulled the front of his briefs down with one hand, and pulled his foreskin tight with the other, smoothing out the skin fold at the base of his penis. As Kevin looked down, Robby asked "Can you see those? The darker ones?" "I see them, yeah." "I found those yesterday after school." "Wow, that's cool, Dude." "Thanks...so like how long did it take for yours to go from this to what you have now?" Robby wondered. "Um, not sure...Like maybe a couple months, I think....It was when my balls started to get bigger." "I think that's happening too, but I can't prove that." "Let me see." Kevin asked. Robby stood and shucked his briefs, then sat down and brought his feet up on the couch cushion and spread his knees to give Kevin maximum access to his crotch. He held his boyhood out of the way with a finger as Kevin looked closely. The testicle slowly moved inside the wrinkled pink hairless sack. "It's moving...that's too cool. I think...it might be a bit bigger than the first time I saw it...Can't really tell." Kevin said. "Okay...Well, probably better get dressed." Robby said, as he stood up and slipped his briefs back on, then began to dress in the clothes he had taken off to tussle with Kevin. Kevin pulled his jeans back on, and slipped his shirt on before sitting down to tie his shoes. "I'm going to head home...see you tomorrow, Robby." "Yup...Talk to Coach tomorrow." "I will, no worries. I just hope I don't look like a dork in front of everybody with a hardon." "These guys won't give you any shit over it...I should know, right?" Kevin nodded. "Yeah. I guess so." Kevin told Laura Robby had asked him to go out for track, and secured her blessing. The next day at school, Kevin tracked Coach down in the cafeteria at lunch. "Hey Coach, Robby said you were doing tryouts for track...um, I'd like to sign up, please." "Kevin Porter, right?" "Yes, Sir, Coach." "You just did, Kevin. Practice is Monday, Wednesday and Friday right after last bell. You need running shorts, comfortable shoes and socks. I strongly suggest an athletic supporter if you need one. Showers are mandatory. Any questions?" "No, Sir." "Okay...You will need to have your parent sign a permission slip, you know, the standard one from the office. Bring it with you to the next practice. Thanks for signing up, Kevin." "You're welcome...thanks, Coach." "See you at practice, Mister Porter." Kevin left the cafeteria and decided to get the form now, before he forgot about it. He made his way to the office, which was packed with kids and teachers. Kevin managed to squeeze his way in the door and scoot along the wall to the rack where the forms were displayed. "Excuse me, sorry...I just need a form...sorry." Three students stepped out of the office to give Kevin a bit of room, and he made sure he had the right form before taking one. Later at the trailer, he left the form on the table while he got dinner together. When he was sure that Robby was home from practice, he picked up the phone and dialed just as Laura came home from work. "Who you calling?" "Robby...I got to ask him something." Robby picked up and Kevin diverted his attention from his mother to the call. "Hey...It's me.... yeah, I did...Um, he said something about a supporter thing...Do you...Oh, that's what that is.... Do you use one? Do I need one? Oh...they don't wear.... Okay....Nothing, just making dinner here. Yeah.... See you then, Bye." Kevin hung the phone up and turned back to Laura "Hey mom, how did it go today?" "Good, baby...Sauerkraut and sausage?" She asked as she sat down and slid the form across the table. "Yup." "Sounds good. How much for a foot rub, Sweety?" "A ride to Colby's after supper?" "Deal. So, what do you have to get?" Laura asked. Kevin blushed beet red. "Running shorts, socks, I want to look at shoes, and um.... stuff." Laura giggled as she kicked her shoes off and put her feet up in a chair. Kevin took the foot and began to massage it. "What's so funny?" "Your eyes got wide when Robby told you what a supporter was." Kevin smiled through his embarrassment. "Yeah, well" "Is this what I need to sign?" "Uh-huh" Kevin let go of her foot and got a pen off the kitchen counter and handed it to Laura. She signed the form and slid it across the table to where Kevin was sitting. "So how was your day, baby?" "Um, pretty much the same. Coach was really nice. I'll go to my first practice tomorrow after school." "Just watch your grades, honey." "Mom, you know they kick you off sports if you go below a C in any class, right?" "I do know that...Is Robby keeping up?" "He is so far. I think track has really been good for him, Mom." "Well, then this will be something that might be good for you too." After supper, Laura drove Kevin to Colby's, a sporting goods and men's wear store owned by a local family in town. A boy of about fifteen with a seamstress's tape draped over his shoulders greeted them and asked if they wanted assistance. He had a gold nametag with LEO engraved on it. "I'm going out for track tomorrow, Need shorts and shoes and um, stuff." Kevin told the boy. The kid smiled and asked "What school?" Kevin told him, and Leo replied that Colby's gave a discount on student athletic gear for Kevin's school. "Do you know your sizes?" "Um, uh" Kevin stammered. "You're a boy's medium...raise your arms, please." The boy suggested calmly, and Kevin did as he asked. The teenager ran the measuring tape around Kevin's waist and chest, and stated "26 chest, 24 waist." "I would go for cotton or cotton blend for the clothes. Anything with more than 20 percent polyester is going to be nasty sweaty in this heat." The boy said as he led Kevin over to a selection of athletic shorts. "Okay, thanks." Kevin answered as he looked through the shorts. "I'll be over at the shoes, honey." Laura said. Kevin picked out a pair of shorts, and looked at shirts next. There were printed logo shirts on individual hangers, but they were a bit more than Kevin wanted to spend. The young salesman could sense Kevin wasn't going to be a sale on the logo shirts, and suggested a three pack of Hanes solid colored tees. "You get three shirts for what one of those goes for, and this is a good quality shirt that will hold up. I promise you will like them." "Okay...um, do you have color assortments? I see these packs are three of the same colors." "Tell you what...I got singles of these same shirts over in the shelves there.... you pick out three in the colors you like and you can have them for the same price as the three pack." "Really? That's awesome, thanks...I am trying to keep this to what I can afford and stuff...You know." "I got cha." The boy replied. He moved off to do something at the register, and Kevin picked his three colors and wandered over to the row where the athletic supporters were displayed in plastic clamshell retainers. Kevin began to blush as he approached the rack, and made eye contact with the boy. He came over to where Kevin was standing with a blank look on his face. "First time user?" Leo said in a quiet voice Kevin nodded, "Yeah. I'm not sure what I need. My friend says a bunch of the guys run commando." "I guess it depends on what is comfortable for you. They go by your waist size, if you decide to go with one." The boy said. "Oh, okay...Does it protect you from getting kicked and stuff?" Kevin wondered. "No...a strap by itself just keeps things from flopping and bouncing and stuff. For rough contact sports, you would put this inside the strap." the boy explained, showing Kevin a cup. "This" the kid snapped the cup with his finger with a loud THWOK! "Is a cup, and protects your stuff from things hitting you down there." "Cool...um, thanks. I'll hold off on this until I know what I really need." "No problem...happy to help. You can leave this stuff at the counter while you shop." "Okay, yeah." Kevin replied as he followed the young storekeeper to the register and set the items down. Laura was browsing shoes when Kevin joined her, and they looked over the various colors and styles. Kevin tried on the pair he liked, and was surprised to find that his feet were now a size 9. Maybe that was the problem, he thought. I'm slow as shit because my shoes are too tight? Socks were the last thing on the list, and Kevin grabbed a three pair pack on the way to the register with the shoes. Realizing that he had nothing to carry all this stuff in, he looked around the aisles for gym bags. He found an inexpensive red nylon bag with black trim and web handles, and approached the counter. The teenager rang Kevin up and gave him his change and receipt. Kevin made eye contact with the boy, and said "Um, thanks for helping me out.... you know." "Oh, anytime." Leo smiled. "Thanks for giving Colby's your business." A teenage girl came out of the back and walked up behind the boy. "I'll watch the front, Leo. Mom says it's homework time." The girl said quietly. "Well, I have to go, thanks again." "You're welcome, see ya." Kevin said as he turned to leave. Laura and Kevin walked to the Rabbit, and Laura unlocked the car door. "So how did you do?" she asked. "I got three dollars and thirty-seven cents left." "I knew it...You always do that." "Always do what?" Kevin wondered, totally confused. "You always come back with money in your pocket...When you were little and I gave you money at the movies to get a snack, you would always have a nickel or a dime left over." "Well, um...that's like good, isn't it?" "It's definitely you, Kevin!" Laura smiled as she got in the car and unlocked Kevin's door. Simon and Bobby had become closer in the last week or so, as Bobby began picking up his nephew from school, and they spent more time with each other. They began to really talk, not just living under the same roof, but getting into subjects that they had never talked about before. Today was no different. Simon got in the car and had something on his mind. "Bobby, can I ask you something?" the boy wondered. "I suppose, sure." Bobby replied. "Do you think I could be a cop?" Bobby smiled, thinking to himself that Simon had a long path ahead of him for aspirations like that. "If you really wanted to do that, and you was willing to put everything you got into being a cop, then, yeah...I think you could." Simon turned to Bobby and smiled. Bobby looked over at Simon, and saw the wheels turning. He pulled over to the curb and parked the car. "You really think so?" Simon asked quietly. "Yeah...I believe that. And I believe in you, Simon. Work hard, stay in school and keep all your options open." Bobby replied. He slipped the car into Drive and resumed their trip home. Kevin arrived at the locker room the next afternoon after school, as the other members of the track team showed up and began to undress and put their school clothes in the lockers. Kevin was greeted and welcomed by all the other boys, some of whom he had never met but knew who they were. Kevin left his briefs on, and changed into the new shorts, socks and shirt before putting the new shoes back on. Robby had selected a locker next to Kevin, and changed out quickly before sharp whistle blasts sounded throughout the locker room. "Two-minute warning, ladies!" Coach's loud voice bellowed. Immediately locker doors began slamming shut as the boys rushed out to assemble at the huddle. Kevin decided to follow Robby and stick to him like glue, if he was able. Practice started in the typical way with warm-up laps, and Kevin did feel that the change of shoe probably did help him run. He was also aware of several points of friction on his feet that became more painfully important as practice wore on. Coach ran Kevin against the other members in the squad, to assess where he would fit individually. At the end of the hour, Coach called for a cool-down, followed by ten minutes for showers. In the locker room, Robby and Kevin began stripping quickly along with the other boys, some of whom were already turning on water. "You can use my soap and stuff, Kev, come on!" Robby said as he turned and hurried into the shower room followed by Kevin. All eyes were on the new boy as Kevin was assessed and assigned a spot on the pecking order, in the first ten seconds of his shower. This was the first time Kevin had been nude in a group of boys, and he was surprised that with the exception of Dexter, none of the other boys had begun to develop. No one made a secret that they were checking Kevin out, and when they met his eyes, they just smiled knowingly. I'll let them get it out of their systems, Kevin thought, as he soaped up and showered, not in the least bit modest, but following Robby's lead. Simon and Kelly shared the shower tower with Kevin and Robby, while Dexter and Philip and Scott took one of the others. After drying and dressing, Kevin and Robby packed their track clothes in their bags and turned to leave. Coach came in the locker room and said "Simon, stop and see me on your way out, please. Have a good evening, boys." There was a chorus of "You too, Coach" from the boys, and lockers doors slamming closed as the group left. Simon knocked on the door frame to let Coach know he was there. "I'm going to be at the cabin this weekend if you want to go, Simon. If it's okay with your uncle, pack what you need for a weekend and bring it to school Friday." "Thanks, Coach. I'll ask him tonight." Simon was bouncing up and down a little, obviously excited to be asked to come on the trip. "Relax, Mister...We got a whole week of school first." Coach said with a wink and a chuckle. Robby and Kevin walked out of the gym and headed to the bike rack. "Well, what did you think?" Robby asked. "Um, it was good...other than the blisters from these shoes...and the showers weren't as weird as I thought it would be. You were right." "I see you didn't get too embarrassed!" Robby teased. Kevin grinned and then his mood turned more serious. "Um, Robby...who was it that picked on you that day?" "Why?" "Just curious is all." "Kevin...Look...He paid for what he did, it's over with and behind us. Can we just leave it at that?" "Robby, I'm not looking to go after the guy or nothing like that. I just need to know that whatever happened isn't still like... you know, going on." "It's not. Like I said, that's in the past. There's no old scores to settle and stuff. If there was, I would tell you, honest." "I know...we tell each other everything. Got anything to eat at your house?" Neither of them noticed a man sitting in a parked car several hundred feet down the street from the high school, watching them. The man had actually been watching Laura for several days, to make sure Kevin was his intended target. The boys rode off to Robby's house, and the man started the car and drove off, turning at the next block and going back in the opposite direction, away from the boys. Dexter and Phillip walked home together, as they had every day since the first day of first grade when their mothers had let them walk to school on their own. Phillip's mother waited tables at Louie's, and his dad worked in Dexter's parent's hardware store. They usually spent time after school together until the hardware store closed at six, and Phillip's mother came home, usually with something from the diner for the boys. They were in Dexter's room, and Phillip was playing Dexter's video game at the desk, and Dexter was sprawled on his bed, reading a magazine. Phillip and Dexter often swam nude at the Y since their friendship began, but Phillip had been aware of the changes in his friend for a few months. As Dexter began to mature, the smaller boy had become very curious. Phillip looked over at Dexter, putting down the game controller. "Can I ask you about something?" Dexter was relaxing with one arm behind his head under the pillow. "Yeah, sure." "Do you...um, do you have sperms yet?" Dexter smiled and replied. "A little, yeah...why?" "Just, um. curious" Phillip replied, and they went back to what they were doing. Phillip's head was filled with things he wanted to ask, but also fear and embarrassment for how Dexter might react if he knew what Phillip was thinking. Phillip had become bored with the game and turned in the chair to face Dexter. This went on for a few moments until Dexter sensed that Phillip was looking at him, and he put the comic down. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Phillip blushed hard and turned back to the desk. "Dude?" "Never mind, it's um, nothing." "What's nothing?" "You're gonna think I'm weird if I say it." "I already know you're weird...have since the end of kindergarten. So, don't let that stop you." Phillip just smiled and didn't even react to the jibe like he normally would. Dexter waited for Phillip to tell him what was on his mind, until it was apparent that the smaller boy was afraid to say anything. "Look, if it's too weird, I'll say it's too weird for me, and we promise to forget it, cool?" "Promise?" "Yeah, I Promise." "Can I watch the sperms come out...Please?" Phillip asked. "You wanna watch me ...you know... you mean?" "Uh-huh." Phillip admitted. "Better lock the door" Dexter said as he got off the bed and began to undress. Phillip had seen Dexter's flaccid boyhood since they were toddlers. Neither of them had seen the other with an erection, so this was new ground for both boys. Dexter was only in a pair of socks as he lay back down on his bed, and reached under the mattress for a small, clear bottle of liquid. "Sit over here so you can see, Dude." Dexter said, and Phillip took his shoes and pants off. He climbed onto the bed next to Dexter and sat Indian style, so he had a front row seat. Dexter's limp penis lay against his pubes, and he snapped the cap open on the bottle and dripped baby oil on the bottom surface of his shaft, worked the oil into his fingers and cock, and added a bit more before closing the cap and letting the bottle fall onto the bed next to Phillip. He began to massage the circumcised flesh tube and Phillip watched like a hawk as Dexter's boyhood became rigid and swelled to a little more than four inches in length. "Jeez, dude, your dick is huge!" Phillip whispered, staring wide-eyed. Dexter continued to stroke his member, several minutes passing. He was breathing heavier, but was not much further toward his goal than he was when he started. Phillip picked up the bottle and asked "Can I help?" He wasn't sure how Dexter would react to his suggestion, and almost regretted saying that as it left his lips. However, Dexter simply nodded and waited for Phillip to oil his fingers and take over. Phillip had never touched another boy's penis, let alone masturbate one he didn't own. He tented his fingers over Dexter's organ and began to stroke it up and down as Dexter moaned and bucked his hips forcing his boyhood into Phillip's hand, over and over. Phillip squeezed his fingers tighter and Dexter sighed, pleasing Phillip, who had an ear-to-ear grin as he played with his new toy. "Oh, yeah, dude...that's so good...faster." Dexter whispered. "Is it working? Am I doing it right?" Phillip asked. Dexter's eyes were closed and he smiled and rubbed Phillip's back. "Shut up and keep doing what you're doing." Dexter whispered with a big smile on his face. Phillip giggled and continued with his ministrations for several more minutes and suddenly Dexter said "F-Faster!....Work the head!....Squeeze it tighter-er-er....Uhnng!....Ahhh....Ahhh...Ahhh...Oh....Jeez!" Phillip felt a warm sticky wetness flood into his hand, and saw a clear liquid begin to spread out through the tiny silky hairs at the base of Dexter's stiff tool. Phillip could feel pulses in Dexter's penis, several very strong ones, dying out in intensity as the boy's orgasm subsided. Phillip continued until Dexter put his hand on Phillip's arm and said "It's done...thanks." "Wow!....That was insane!" Dexter sat up, and picked up the shirt he'd dropped on the floor, and wiped up the small mess. He handed the shirt to Phillip and noticed the tent in his friend's briefs. "Your turn" Dexter said. Phillip got to his knees on the bed and pulled his briefs down, freeing a very stiff uncircumcised member just over two inches in length and fairly thick proportionally. "Wow...It gets a lot bigger than I thought." Dexter said. "Yeah...I'm as big hard as the other guys are soft." Phillip said dismissively. "True, but none of us has this, do we?" Dexter said, reaching out and touching Phillips's foreskin. "How does it work?" "Just like I did yours" Phillip said, taking off his shirt, and laying down next to Dexter, who was sitting on the bed. Dexter squeezed the little boy cock between his fingers and slid the loose skin on Phillip's rock-hard shaft, watching the glans move inside the skin. Dexter pushed back, and saw the bare tip of the glans appear as the foreskin opening expanded. Dexter was in awe as he pushed the foreskin back further, and more of the reddish-purple sensitive tissue was uncovered. Phillip sucked in his breath and moved his hand down to Dexter's. "Careful...that's as far as it goes, dude." "Ok" Dexter let the skin go back over the glans, and began to stroke the small organ and squeeze the glans gently inside the foreskin as Phillip closed his eyes. As the minutes passed, Phillip tensed up and flexed his thighs and arched his back as if approaching orgasm. However, it was not quite to be. Phillip relaxed suddenly and sighed in frustration. "What's wrong?" Dexter asked. "It's not gonna happen. Sorry." "It will soon...keep trying." Dexter stopped stroking Phillip and the boys began to dress. Their parents would be home soon.