Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2024 19:39:08 +0100 (CET)
From: jj7570@tutanota.com
Subject: Benjy - The schoolboy from Spence Carter Primary (part 1)

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Benjy - The schoolboy from Spence Carter Primary

Part One: Discovering Benjy

I do love walking to work.  So many benefits - allowing me to prepare my
head for the day, enjoy nature, nod in acknowledgement to familiar faces.
Equally on the walk home, I can compartmentalise and file issues from the
day and ensure I arrive home in a moderately relaxed mood.  Even when it's
raining, I enjoy the benefits of walking.  And I'll admit - I'm a bit of a
lizard - I love the sun.  In the summer I will take the long way home to
enjoy some rays and watch others enjoying the same as me.

But there's always something that surprises us.  We think we know ourselves
- but every so often there's an event that totally throws us and leaves us
confused, questioning its origin and where the whole scenario originated,
causing us to feel that way.

My surprise was entirely unexpected - I never really saw it coming.  Being
happily married to my wife perhaps made it even more unlikely.  But my life
was completely enriched by a new person who used to cycle along a path I
walk to work on.  That someone was a boy.  I'd estimate him being 10 or 11.
No more than 11 as he attended the local primary school whose upper age
limit was 11.

There was just something about him.  I'd passed loads of kids on my walk to
work, but none invoked any thunderclap moments that I'd experienced with
this boy.  Everything about him captivated me.  He would be cycling up an
incline as he passed me - concentrating hard and standing up on the pedals
to optimise his power delivery.  I realised I was smitten when I delighted
in hearing his huff-puffs on exertion when he hit the steeper parts of the
hill.

He was gorgeous.  Blonde bangs of hair stuck out randomly from his cycle
helmet.  His mouth with full lips hung open to maximise his air intake.
His upper middle teeth were on show behind his lip.  His eyes - bright -
smiling even when he was battling with his bike, swinging it from side to
side in a power climb.  Then when he reached the top - he would sit back on
his saddle and twiddle his pedals slowly, catching his sweet breath.  At
this point, he would look totally relaxed, almost smiling.

I was in awe of his beauty.  I only stole glances at him initially, and
most of the time the boy would be staring straight ahead, mindful of
obstacles and other pedestrians.  In spring, and through summer he would
wear shorts to school - the uniform.  These were black and thankfully
fitted him perfectly.  Mid-thigh length (not the 'just-above-the-knee' look
that boys tended to opt for these days) and allowed me to look at his legs
when he cycled past.  Such a treat.  Beautifully smooth, and delicately
muscled showing a little definition in his thighs and calves.  They really
led the eye upwards to the fairly shiny black cotton or polyester of his
shorts.  Sometimes the boy would rock his head from side to side with
effort and display a really determined face that was so cute.

Most mornings I would see him.  He was pure sunshine.  On days I didn't see
him I found myself grumpy at work.  I needed him and was becoming confused
in my feelings towards him.  I figured I would casually try to smile at him
without being too creepy.  But I bottled it on two occasions.  I even ended
up getting butterflies before I saw him.  What was happening to me?

One day I decided I was going to go for it.  The smile.  Walking along the
path, I saw him ahead, cycling towards me.  In school shorts as usual.  I
was having second thoughts AGAIN and he was barely 10 metres ahead of me.
I looked over at him and our eyes met.  He was actually making a little
smile at me.  Instantly I responded with a big grin - the relief spreading
over me and I became aware of a huge injection of warmth into my body.
What happened next was even more resounding.  Whilst maintaining eye
contact with me, the boy suddenly beamed a massive, toothy and beautiful
smile at me, lighting up his face and making his eyes shine even brighter.
And he was gone - powering up the hill to school.  Maybe he felt like he
knew me now after passing me all those times.  Needless to say, I had the
most amazing day at work.

All I could think about when I got home was the boy.  I barely gave my wife
and my own 13 year old son any attention - I was in a daze thinking about
the sweet interaction the boy and I had shared that morning.  And I started
thinking about what was in his shorts.  Prepubescent boy genitals.  What?
What was I thinking?  Since when had I ever had feelings like this?  I
could recall when I was at school between 11 and 13 having crushes on some
cute boys, but nothing like that since I was at least 15.  I guess my boy
switch was being flicked 'on'.  ....  One particularly great day I had just
started walking along the path and saw the boy a little ahead.  He had just
climbed the steep part of the hill and was sat down on his saddle with a
satisfied look on his face.  At one part, the path was narrow because a
tree had grown against it meaning only one person could pass.  I stood off
from the path, so he could pass by.  I noticed the sun shining brightly on
his face and couldn't help but smile at him.  He looked over and smiled
too, and said, "Hi!!" in almost a giggling manner.  This was a huge moment!
It meant that he recognised me and - maybe - didn't consider me a stranger,
or he'd surely have said, "Thanks".  I quickly replied to his kind
greeting.  His voice was so sweet and angelic, delightfully high pitched
without a shred of evidence of advancing puberty.

But I craved more interaction and soon enough that came to fruition.

The boy was ahead of me, about 20 metres, peddling away, standing on his
pedals as usual.  As he got closer, I started drinking in the sight of him,
the sexy boy in his school shorts.  He had just started to look up and
smile at me but suddenly his front wheel struck a small fallen branch and
made his bike suddenly fall from underneath him.  He crashed to the ground
right in front of me, with just a yelp.  I quickly ran the few steps to
where he was, a crumpled heap of 11 year old boy and bike.  His front wheel
was still spinning and the boy was motionless, emitting only a few weak
sounding groans.

"Hey - wow - that looked bad.  Is anything suddenly really sore?", I asked,
sounding incredibly worried.

I didn't want to help him up if he'd damaged his neck or back.

"Uhhhh ummmm I don't think so", the boy replied.

"Well shall I help you up and we can head over to that bench to see how you
are?"

"OK - "

I first removed his bike from his limbs and then offered the boy my hand,
which he took and slowly rose himself up.  He was looking down at his badly
grazed knee's and moved his head from side to side.

"How are things feeling?", I asked

"Ummm it's OK. I'll be OK I think - thanks", he replied, hesitantly.

So I handed him his bike and he slowly hopped back on and started cycling
up the hill.  So I turned and continued my walk to work, wondering if I'd
done the right thing and wishing I'd made sure everything was absolutely OK
with the boy.  At least he wasn't clutching his shoulder which is a sure
sign a collar bone had been broken, one of the most common bad cycling
injuries.  But I hadn't got more than five paces when I suddenly heard a
great wail, followed by uncontrolled sobs.  The sound went straight through
me, stabbing me, the sound of the boy in pain.  Quickly I turned and saw
him holding his bike and crouched over it, his body shuddering and wracked
with the powerful sobs.  Needless to say, I ran to him.

"Hey - I just knew you weren't OK", I said.  "Here, let's put your bike
down, and I'll guide you over to the bench right here."

There was a bench just the other side of the hedge that bordered the path,
so I put my arm around him and we made for the bench.  I was in all out
adrenaline mode, and so I didn't have any thoughts other than making sure
the boy was OK running through my mind.  He sat down, and I fetched his
bike.  Thankfully, there were only a few dogwalkers on the field who didn't
look particularly interested in what was going on so probably assumed I was
the boy's father.  The boy sat on the bench, looking down at his knees,
quietly sobbing.  At least the piercing wailing had passed.

"OK, so the good news is that I'm an A & E Doctor.  I'm Dr. Theo.  So, the
first thing we do when we have anyone come into our department is ask their
name!" I started.

"It's Benjamin, and my friends call me Benjy", he announced, then sniffed.

"OK Benjamin.  Now, first things.  I think we should call your mum or dad
to let them know what has happened"

Uh-Oh.  This wasn't going well.  Benjamin let out a huge cry and cue more
sobbing.

"Hey - Hey - what's up?  It's really a good idea as they'll want to know"

"B b b b b... but I had to convince my mum to let me cycle to school like a
big boy.  I had to say I wouldn't have an accident.  I had to get points so
she'd let me cycle.  If she finds out I'll have to stop." And poor Benjamin
cried some more.

"OK.  I understand.  But let me take a closer look at you and make sure you
REALLY are OK.  But Benjamin - if I find something that really isn't right,
we'll need to get you properly looked at and then we definitely have to
call your parents.  Deal?!" I reasoned.

"It's OK.  Yeah.  Thanks", Benjamin spoke quietly.

"Right, I'm going to carefully take off your bike helmet Benjamin, then
that might make you feel a little more comfortable.  Please tell me if your
next hurts.  That's really important."

I unclasped his helmet under his chin and tried very hard not to pinch his
young skin.  The straps unclipped and I gently raised his helmet up off his
head.  His beautiful blonde hair flopped down down onto his forehead, and
he blew upwards to clear it from his eyes, in the cute way boys do.  This
was the first time I'd seen him without a helmet on and it allowed me to
enjoy his features even more.  The shape of his head was so perfect - a
wonderful boyish side profile.

I asked him if his neck was ok and he nodded, which was reassuring.  Next,
I decided to wash his grazed knees and I knew this would hurt so I was
dreading it.

"OK Benjamin.  The bad news is that I need to wash those grazes on your
knee.  It might sting a bit but I've got some water in my drink bottle and
some proper swabs which I always carry around with me.  Never know when you
might need them!" I said, and winked.

Benjamin grimaced a smile and looked down at his knees again.  I got my
water bottle out and the swabs from my rucksack.  He was frowning, probably
apprehensive of the impending stinging.

"Ready ? I promise I'll be as gentle as possible, and when you get to
school, you can ask for some plasters and antiseptic cream.  I'm good, but
I don't carry those things too!"

"Mmmmppffff", replied Benjamin.

A few squirts of water on Benjamin's knees and gentle dabbing later, and
the boy's knees were looking much better.  He only uttered a few 'ouches'
and intakes of breath.  He was a brave boy, and I told him so.  His legs
were starting to distract me.  Still tanned from the summer, and although
of light build, they looked strong.  When he moved his leg out straight, I
saw his front thigh muscle groups with very impressive definition.  And the
smoothness!  Not even any peachy fuzz anywhere.  He was obviously a sporty
boy.  And that led the eyes to his shorts, slightly tight fitting, bunching
around the little bump of his young balls.

"Now Benjamin - anything else sore?"

"Ummm yeah - my hips hurt and my tummy is a bit sore"

"OK can I take a look then?"

"Yeah - I think my handlebars hit my tummy and I grazed my hips."

"I'll look at your tummy first then.  See if I feel that breakfast cereal
inside you!"

Benjamin smiled, and almost chuckled.  I asked him to lay back on the bench
and gave him my partially emptied rucksack for a pillow.  He obliged and
stretched himself out infront of me.  I gradually lifted up his school
sweatshirt and his polo shirt underneath, revealing the most sexy boy tummy
you will ever see.  His innie tummy button was perfectly formed and
although only 11 had some very nice abdominal muscles starting to develop
through his lightly tanned smooth skin.

"OK so let me know if anything is sore Benjamin" I instructed as I gently
pressed down on his tummy.  My God he was ticklish.  Virtually on every
press, I felt his muscles immediately contract, and his tummy got pulled in
towards his core.  But the feeling of his skin was heavenly.  I ran my
thumbs in circular motions against his flesh and eventually he relaxed
against my touch.  I heard him sigh and when I looked up to his face his
eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip.

"This all feels OK?", I asked

"Mmm-hmmm", breathed Benjamin

Then I switched to using my fingers to massage his abdomen slowly, and
gently.  Long strokes up and down, and side to side, pulling his skin and
making his tummy button change shape.  Every now and again he would flex
his tummy muscles and I'd feel them beautifully tense against my fingers.

"That all feels good Benjamin.  Can I look at your hips now?"

"Umm yes please"

"Benjamin I'll need to drop your shorts down a little bit OK?"

"It's OK yes!"

I reached towards the clasp at the top of his shorts, my fingertips dipping
inside his waistband as I unclasped it.  I looked up at Benjamin and he had
propped himself up on his elbows, watching what I was doing.  His eyes were
alight, sparkling again since his tears had stopped.  Then I reached for
the zipper of his shorts, my thumb and finger gripping the small metal
puller.  I slowly tugged downwards, unzipping his sexy black school shorts,
enjoying hearing the sound of the zip undoing.  I made sure I exerted only
light pressure over his bump.  Once the boys' shorts were fully unzipped I
opened them out and noticed his underwear beneath.  I saw they were little
white slips with a 'Next' emblem on the top of the waistband.  I didn't
think boys wore underwear like that at his age - instead opting for boxer
trunks for example.  But I thought Benjamin's were incredibly sexy.

And that's when I smelt him properly for the first time.  As I had exposed
some of his skin and what was beneath those school shorts, I became aware
of his boy scent.  It was so good - a mixture of his washing powder and
sun-drenched skin and the most delicate twang of boy musk.  It reminded me
a little of hot sand.

I gripped each leg hem of his shorts and pulled them down over his hips, so
the top of the waistband was just below where his balls rested in his
slips.  I tried not to stare at Benjamin's sweet young bulge - although his
penis was obviously pointing upwards and his ballsack nearly the size of a
golf ball.  I'd say Benjamin's young penis was about 2.5" in it's
non-stimulated state.  I looked at each side of his body and saw that there
was a graze on his left hip - the side he had crashed down onto.

"Benjamin I'm going to just gently wash this graze like I did your knee's
OK?" I asked as I gently tapped the skin around his hip.

"OK ......."

I reached for my water bottle and swabs once more and was just about to
squirt some water on the swab when some accidentally shot out of my bottle,
missed the swab and went directly onto Benjamin's underwear.

"Oops.  Sorry", I muttered, "I guess that's why I'm not a brain surgeon!"

Benjamin giggled.

His white cotton slips had become practically translucent in their
moistened state.  I saw his penis shaft beautifully outlined in all its
thin glory and even the colour of its skin.  Pale flesh colour, and even
detail of the skin that gathered at the tip of his penis, his foreskin
bunching over his narrow slit.  The dampness was quickly seeping towards
his sac, and it became evident that his young balls were totally hairless
and the skin slightly darker pink.

I gently bathed his hip graze and was about to pull his shorts up when I
decided to check his groin.

I placed my hands on each of his hips and slowly massaged the top of his
thighs with my thumbs.  I rand my thumbs deliberately along the edge of his
slips, gliding up and down his sensitive skin.  Then I reached up and rand
them along the top of the waistband of his underwear, pressing down a
little.

"Just a final check of your groin Benjamin then you are all set"

"Ummmm..... OK Dr. Theo", he replied, his head resting back on my rucksack.

He seemed totally relaxed so I brought my fingertips to the front of his
hips and continued to massage the flesh there, making his underwear slip
and pull tight over his penis.  Still closer I moved my hands, so my
forefingers were resting either side of his young shaft.  I moved them up
and down against his shaft and heard Benjamin sigh and exhale.  I dipped my
thumbs down and let them caress his little ball sack at the top of each
stroke of my hands.  His sac felt very tight and there was the merest
suggestion of individual testes separated by a central seam of skin.  But
so beautifully smooth.

Against my fingers, Benjamin's penis became erect. In a matter of 30
seconds, it was rock hard and pressing outwards slightly as only young
pricks do.  It seemed that his thin foreskin was still covering his glans
as there was no colour change at the end of his penis.  Benjamin was
sighing and quietly squeaking deep within his throat.  I continued to
massage his 3.5" hard boycock attempting to retract his foreskin but it
just wouldn't slick back.  I would dearly love to have spent longer
stimulating the boy but I realised more people were walking on the field.

"All seems OK Benjamin so why don't you pull your shorts up and I'll check
your bike", I said quietly.

"Ohhh OK - I was kinda enjoying that last bit", he replied, red faced and
sounding disappointed.

He bent down and pulled back his shorts, easing them up over his clear boy
erection and did up the clasp and his zipper.  He had a very clear erection
in his shorts that was just so erotic.

"OK so remember - antiseptic cream and a plaster, and think of an excuse
why you grazed your knees!"

"Thank you very much Dr. Theo", Benjamin replied.

"No problem Benjam...."

"You can call me Benjy!", he interrupted, beaming the cutest smile.

"OK Benjy - now take it easy and if you feel woozy go straight to the
matron - Promise?

"I promise.  Anyway, my friend Josh will be wondering where I am", Benjy
replied.

And then, he jumped on his saddle, looked back at me one last time,
smiling, and pedalled on up the hill, allowing me to feast my eyes on his
cute firm rump in those deliciously fitting shorts.

I can't really describe the conflicting emotions I was experiencing since
Benjy's accident.  I think the overriding one was one of fear that I had
crossed several lines of trust.  But he seemed happy enough when he had
cycled off.  And it's not like I had directly touched his beautiful penis.

So you'll understand that when I was walking to work the following morning
I was nauseous with worry.

And here he was, cycling the same route.  That was reassuring.  When he was
10 metres away he grinned at me and waved and stopped.

"Hi", Benjy chirped.

"Hey Benjy - how are you doing?  Not too sore I hope?

"It's OK thank you!  Here - I have something for you"

"Oh great.  I hope it's not a body part that fell off during the night" I
joked

"Noooo Dr. Theo!", he laughed.

Benjy swung his rucksack off his shoulder and unzipped it.  As he was doing
so, I noticed the grazes on his knees had dried up nicely and didn't look
infected at all.  And he still looked desperately sexy in those school
shorts - perhaps even more so as I knew exactly what gorgeous boy meat was
inside them.

He reached in, hastily, and pulled out a card.  As he did so, an item of
clothing flew out and fell on the ground.  I reached down to pick up what
he had dropped (Benjy seemed to do everything at a thousand miles per hour)
and realised they were some swimming trunks.  They were perhaps the
silkiest thinnest fabric I have ever felt.  They made me gasp.  I was
familiar with lycra as I was a cyclist but these were like liquid silk as
they ran over my fingers.

"It's OK - they're my swim trunks.  I have swimming today!" Benjy
announced.

"Ohhh - here you go", I said as I handed them back to him, noticing they
were from Next and were age 10.

"They make me extra- aerodynam.... aerodynamical", he offered, sounding
extra-proud.

"Hmmm - I bet.  They must be super- tight Benjy"

"Well - yeah they are and make me swim extra fast because they make me
ummmmm aerodynaaa....streamlined, apart from when something happens"

"Uh-huh?" I asked

"Yeah, like this!" and Benjy dropped the card and held his little blue
trunks up and put his forefinger inside them and poked it out, simulating
an erection.

"Ohhhh Benjy!" I exclaimed, and gripped his finger through the super thin
silky fabric, gently massaging it over the end of his fingertip.

"Hey!  Don't grab my......", Benjy giggled

"Whopper?" I asked

Benjy squealed and giggled, wiggling his finger, but I wouldn't let go,
enjoying the feeling of the lycra slipping over his finger.  I would love
to see him wearing those trunks and rub his young hard penis through that
material, eventually making him yelp and squeal as he experienced a dry
boygasm against my fingers.  Eventually he became quiet and bit his bottom
lip as he had done yesterday.

"Oops - I think I've gone boing" he said quietly.

I looked down and saw the familiar sight of his hard boy penis pressing out
in his school shorts.

"Benjy - you're a nightmare." I chuckled. "Anyway - thanks for my card -
that was very sweet of you."

"It's OK Dr. Theo.  I told my mum what happened and she is very grateful
too.  OK Byeeeeee"

"Bye, Benjy"

And off he went.  When I got to work I opened the card.

Dear Dr. Theo.

Thank you for all your help yesterday when I fell off my bike.  I am
definitely less sore but still really stiff ;-) ....

To be continued....