Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2016 20:35:46 -0500 From: J L Subject: The New Neighborhood - Chapter 10 Hi All - It's great to hear from you. Please write and let me know what you think of the story. If I know folks are reading it and enjoy, please let me know. If there are scenes or things you would like to see the characters do, please email me and let me now. I have a couple of things in this chapter that are a result of direct input from someone's email. Even if you don't have a suggestion, I would love to hear from you just so I know folks are still finding the story interesting. If you like the writing style, I have another series of stories called "Becoming a Spartan". It's in the bisexual/college section. Don't worry, there is very little bi stuff and lots of action with the guys! I hope you enjoy both of them. This story is a complete work of fiction. It contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts involving adults and underage boys. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic upsetting or offensive, then please leave now. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author JLarsen. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation so that we can continue to enjoy sharing and reading these stories. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Spartaguy23@gmail.com The New Neighborhood - Chapter 10 Even though I was pretty exhausted, I'd worked hard and fucked hard all day, I decided to enter the information Jordan had sent me before I went to bed. That would give me that advantage of having the entire day of the Asian markets to look at from a testing standpoint. I had no idea how much money Jordan was going put up as an initial stake, but I decided I would go big and put $500,000 fake dollars in the test account just so the numbers that resulted wouldn't be too small. I set it all up to kick in automatically in the morning and crashed. I hadn't set an alarm and slept until the relatively late time of 7:00 AM. I made a pot of coffee, toasted a bagel, and sat down to see what the program was doing. What I saw stunned me. The program had already made 300 trades. According to the fake brokerage account, we had a little over $3,000 in profit. I figured there had to be some errors. Both of those numbers seemed incredibly high. After emailing Jordan to call or come over as soon as he woke up, I started going through all of the transactions to see what was going on. I had finished going through the transactions, the bagel, and my first cup of coffee when Jordan called. "Hey Lance, it seems kind of silly to call when I'm next door, but I have a lot I need to get through this morning," said Jordan. "What's up?" I went through the results of what the program had done working on the Asian markets and a little bit on the European side. "I have to say, the profits are a lot more than I originally thought it would be, but given the number of trades it's making, that isn't unreasonable," said Jordan. "These markets move very fast. I expected us to make relatively small amounts on each position, so the key is how many times the program finds anomalies in the relationships. To me, that just says your programming is working brilliantly." "Too bad, we don't really have $500k to put in there to start us off," I said. "I could retire and hang out at your pool all day." "Well, given that the program works this well, I think we should, in fact, start off with $500k in the account, it seems like a good amount to start with," said Jordan. "It will make us both a good amount of money. And my pool is always open for you." "Seriously?!" I gasped. "You want to invest that much money in this? And you have it to invest?" "Yes, I am serious," said Jordan. "I did very well for myself when I was on Wall Street and continue to do so. If you wonder why I live in the house I do and live the lifestyle I do when I could afford a lot more, stop and think about the last week. How could I ask for a better life?" The next several minutes were spent discussing how to set things up so that on Monday, the program would trade with real money in brokerage account. It all still seemed a bit unreal. After I hung up, I got my second cup of coffee and just sat down to contemplate things for a bit. What a difference a week can make. I'd had a sexual awakening in terms of attraction to young teenage boys and enjoyed every second of it. Now, I was about to start a business venture that could make me more money than I imagined. With nothing requiring my immediate attention, I decided to check my work email. I had been totally off the grid since I left work earlier in the week, which was really unusual for me. Generally, even on days off, I would check my email to see what was going on. It struck me that I hadn't even thought about it until now. I guess that told me maybe I didn't get as much satisfaction out of my work as I thought I did. Most of the emails were easily dealt with and just related to various projects. There was an email from my boss, Cameron, inviting me to dinner at his house one night when it was convenient. I figured I would want to reserve Monday for any recaps tweaks from the program's first day. I didn't have anything scheduled the rest of the week, so I told him any time Tuesday or afterward worked for me. It would be great to chat with him in more of a casual environment, but at the same time, our encounter in the restroom was a little odd, but our relationship was good and I'm sure any awkwardness would disappear quickly. Now, all of the sudden, I didn't really have anything to do. I spent the morning actually finishing putting things away and finishing some of the odd jobs around the house. About every hour, I would check the program. Now that both Europe and the US markets were involved, the trading pace picked up. At noon, we were over 600 trades and $7,000 in profit. I was still stunned at the potential. I'd finished lunch and I heard my sliding glass door open. It was Noah and River, of course they were naked. Both came to me and gave me a hug, leaving their arms around my waist on either side of me. My cocked jumped slightly. River was an incredibly cute and, of course, I had been more sexually involved with Noah than any of the rest of the boys. Damn, they were sexy. Their little cocks were half hard. I wondered if they had already been engaged in some activity before they came over. "Hey Mr. Jenkins!" said Noah. "Dad said we needed to check with you to make sure we could visit. Is it okay if we are here for a bit?" "Oh, I think I can make time for two of my favorite boys," I said, somewhat teasingly. "What are you two up to today?" "Just having fun," said Noah casually. By this time, we were at my sofa, so we sat with the boys on either side of me. I had my arms around their shoulders. My cock was continuing to rise. "I let River fuck me this morning and my ass didn't hurt at all, it felt really good," said Noah proudly. "I'm glad to hear that Buddy," I said, feeling a little guilty for the ass pounding I gave this young boy the previous night. "I was a little afraid that you would be pretty sore." "Nope. Dad says I must be made for fucking and I'm a natural bottom," said Noah proudly. "But I definitely like being the one doing the fucking too, so I guess I'm both. Both boys had nonchalantly started playing with my cock making it fully hard. Being teenage boys, they were equally hard without anyone touching their little cocks. I decided to just lean back and see what these uninhibited boys would do. "Are you still going to come and coach our soccer team" asked Noah, as River swallowed my cock. His mouth felt great. "Well, I will definitely be there Buddy," he said. "But we need to check with your actual coach and see if he wants me to help out." "I'm sure he will," said River coming off my dick. Since it was available, Noah took his turn sucking me. "He always talks about how he wishes he knew more about soccer and is always sort of apologizing to us for not being a better coach. And I'm on another team too and the other coach is way better." "Is Mr. Drew going to come too?" asked Noah, again trading places with River on my cock. "That will just be so awesome if both of you are helping us." He now joined River on my dick. There were passing it back and forth, each sucking and licking whenever they could get their tongue or mouth on me. I slid down the sofa and spread my legs apart so my balls hung down and were more readily available. "Thanks...... for..... reminding........ me" I mumbled, focusing a lot more on the feelings coming from my cock and balls than trying to form words. Noah had moved to my balls, alternating between licking softly and quick flicks of his tongue. River was doing an incredible job of sucking my cock. I was just running my hands over their small, smooth backs as the two young boys serviced me. Damn it felt good. River was focusing on the head of my cock, running his tongue around and around the crown of my cut dick. I started moaning more and more, knowing I wouldn't last much longer. I could see each of their hard cocks, but couldn't reach them, so I just let them continue on. Noah joined his friend on my cock. I could feel my cum starting to rise. "About to cum," I panted. River went as down on my rod as far as he could. He took the first two shots, then quickly passed my cock over to Noah for the next couple and whatever dribbled out. Once my cock was done shooting, the young boys' lips met in a kiss, trading the cum each had collected. "Your cum sure tastes good, Mr. Jenkins," said Noah as they broke the kiss. "My cock is really hard. Will you suck it for me?" First Noah and then River got up and stood in front of me, presenting their cocks to be sucked. I pulled them close to each other so I could easily go from one hard little cock to the other. I could taste a bit of precum on each of them. I wanted to suck both dicks at once. Thankfully young boys are limber, because I got them on the sofa with their butts up as close as they could get to each other. With a little maneuvering, their cocks were next to each other. Given their size, I could still easily take both in my mouth at once. I held the base of their dicks together and began to swirl and suck them as if they were one cock. Noah's cock was slightly larger, but that actually made it easier to suck them both at the same time. "Oh wow!," moaned Noah. "That is so cool. I can feel River's cock against mine while you suck me." River just moaned his approval. I had their dicks all the way down and was using my tongue as much as I could. I decided to switch gears and began to pull completely off and then slide all the way down their cocks. I did this as rapidly as I was able. The effect was what I wanted. Both boys began to pant and thrust their narrow waists up toward my mouth. Noah let out a little scream and I could feel my mouth start to fill with his sweet boy cum. I kept as much as I could in my mouth and didn't swallow it. Very shortly, River's body shook and he pushed hard into my mouth as his cum mixed with Noah's. Both little bodies started to relax and lay back down on the sofa, their breathing a little ragged as I swallowed their cum. "Noah, it was so cool when I felt your cum all around my cock," said River quietly. "It made me cum so hard." I played with their softening cocks, fascinated by their size and their small balls. I began to lick one boy's nutsack and then the other. Each squirmed a little, still very sensitive from their orgasm. But as I continued to do it, they quickly began to get into a second round of arousal. I could see each of the little boy cocks starting to swell. I played with both dicks at the same time as I continued to lick their balls. Very quickly, they were both hard. Oh, to be young again. "Noah sat up and looked at me, with a voice deeper than usual, he said, "You fucked me yesterday, I get to fuck you today." We made it to my bedroom in record time and I had the lube out. I was on my back, legs in the air on the edge of the bed. Noah didn't waste time. He stuck some lube into my hole, on his dick and lined up. He stuck it in with one with one motion. For a moment, I wondered if this was payback for the rough fucking I gave him yesterday, but that was quickly replaced with the slight pain of a dick invading my tight ass. Yes, if your ass has had no prep, even if a 4" boy cock can sting a little. Very shortly, I adjusted to his cock and began to enjoy the young teen fucking me as hard as he could. Not to be left out, River squatted on my face, presenting his little hole for me to lick. He was facing Noah and all I could see was a skinny little butt. I reached and grabbed his cheeks pulling him back to my mouth and tongue. One of the boys grabbed my now hard cock and began to stroke. We kept that going for awhile, then I pushed River's butt up a little so that I could lick my way up past his taint to his small balls. They were hanging about half an inch down, just enough to move slightly when my tongue twirled around them. After a bit, River moved down and stuck his full 3" cock into my mouth and he began to face fuck me in earnest. Noah was keeping up his fast pace. My ass was loving it. He was big enough so that I felt every thrust and movement and just long enough, especially in this position, for him to tickle me where I wanted to be tickled. But he wasn't so thick that it was even mildly painful. I loved getting fucked by a young boy as much as I loved fucking them. I could sense that boy boys were getting close to cumming, but there was a good chance I was going to beat them there. I had beautiful boy cocks in my mouth and ass and a small hand was stroking my hard dick. In an instant, I was there, my cum flew out. I couldn't feel it fall, so it must have hit River's face and chest. My ass clenched down on Noah's dick. He hesitated for an instant with the increased resistance, but pushed harder and powered through it, increasing the pleasure for both of us. River was next to go. Since it was his third load in a relatively short period of time, there wasn't a lot of cum, but that didn't keep his body from shaking in orgasm. He rolled off and I could see Noah for the first time since he started fucking me. His face was a combination of a smile, bliss, and concentration. "Fuck me big boy! Pound my ass with your cock! Damn, it feels so good!" I wasn't sure why I started talking like that, but if possible, it caused Noah to bear down even more. I kept up the chatter. Finally, it was time. He blasted again and again, pushing his dick as far into my ass as it would go. As his orgasm finally wound down, he collapsed onto my chest. "Wow!" was all he could manage. Slowly, we each regained the ability and energy to move. My phone happened to be on my bedside table, so I grabbed it and began to text Drew. "Hey - what up?" "Just another day in corporate America. You enjoying your days off?" "Laying here naked with River and Noah. Just had two rounds of awesome sex, finishing with Noah fucking the hell out of my ass. So, yea, it's been pretty good." "You rat bastard. Are you just torturing me or did you start this text stream for a reason?" "You still coming to soccer tonight?" "Yep, I wouldn't miss it, where and when?" I got the details from Noah and River and relayed it on to Drew. "Okay boys," I said. "I've sure enjoyed this, but I do have some things to do before I run your skinny little asses around a soccer pitch later." "Yea, we should probably spend some time at our houses before we go to soccer," said River. "Just come over to our house when it's time to go and you can ride with us," said Noah. I checked in on the program. The US markets were about to close for the day. The results were amazing. There had been 2,000 trades and the profit was $15,000. Looking at the history, there were a number of relationships that played currencies and interest rates across the three markets, so it made sense that the pace picked up once the domestic markets opened. After checking and re-checking some of the different programming, I decided it was in fact doing what I wanted it to do. Humans would never be able to react as fast as the computer. There were simply too many calculations that had to be made too quickly. Some of the positions had only been in place for a matter of minutes before the relationships corrected and the program then sold out, locking in the profit. Jordan was a genius for figuring this out. Thinking that I could actually be making over $7 grand a day was too much to actually get my arms around. I guess if it actually happened on Monday, I would start to believe it could be real. Checking my work email again, I confirmed for dinner on Tuesday with Cameron and his family. Who knows, by then I might have actually resigned so I could enjoy a life of leisure and then I wouldn't have to worry about any conflicts of interest with him being my boss. It actually felt a little odd getting dressed in some sorts and a t-shirt. I had become very used to being naked and I enjoyed the feeling. I no longer owned soccer shoes, so I just went with some running shoes I had. On the way to the fields, Noah was so excited he could hardly contain himself. Jordan and I discussed the results of the afternoon's trades and he was confident that on Monday, the results would be similar. "You know," he said softly so Noah and Logan couldn't really hear, "Part of the reason Noah is so excited is that he wants to be the one brought the cool new coaches to the team. He is a self-confident boy, but this would give him some bragging rights with his peers." "Well, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "I might suck as a coach." "These kids just some direction," said Jordan. "This isn't college or even high school. It's about skill development and the beginnings of some strategy. Unfortunately, I have no soccer skills and am still struggling to understand the game, so I couldn't help them. And frankly neither can the current coach. He just knew if he didn't volunteer, the team would have completely disbanded. You will be a godsend to him." We got to the fields and before Jordan could do it, Noah introduced me to their coach. In his normal rapid fire delivery, Noah explained that I was their new neighbor, I had soccer experience, not only was I willing to help coach, but a friend of mine who had even more experience would help as well, and all we needed was for the coach to say that it was okay because I didn't want to butt in where I wasn't welcome. The three adults shared a quick chuckle at the amount and speed of information that had just been shared. "Oh my, that would be an incredible help," said the man, who had been introduced as Coach Martin. I was left wondering if Martin was his first name or last. He wasn't an unattractive man, about 6' tall, developing a bit of a gut. At some point, he actually could have been good looking, but the extra weight didn't suit him. "We have a bag of some cones and flags, but that's about all the league provides. All of the boys bring their own balls. You are welcome to take over the practice as far as I'm concerned." At that point, Noah again interjected. "So, can I call you Coach Lance while we are here?" asked Noah, absolutely beaming. "I guess that's okay," I murmured. "Coach Lance, this is Kris," said Noah immediately. "He is Coach Martin's son." Kris shook my hand smiling. There was a faint amount of his father in the boy, certainly his height, as Kris was already about 5' 6". He had long brown, wavy hair. Not having seen the mom, I could only guess if he took after her, but Kris was a very attractive boy. He had an air of confidence about him. I noticed that his legs had a good deal of brown leg hair. He had definitely matured at a pace perhaps faster than the other boys his age. Jordan excused himself to the sideline and he and Logan disappeared from the pitch. Coach Martin and I started to chat. I told him that while I had a fair amount of experience, my friend Drew was even better. It sounded like previous practices had consisted mainly of practicing shots on goal and then a scrimmage. "Excuse me, are you the coaches?" said a woman's voice. I turned around and let out a small gasp. There stood Cooper from the health club with is mom. "I'm Rita Cassidy, they told me to talk to the coach about my son, Cooper, joining the team." "I'm Coach Martin and this is my new assistant Coach Lance," he said as well shook hands. Cooper definitely recognized me, as he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face that I have ever seen. He knew we had a big secret and he was obviously looking forward to whatever was to come. "We just moved into town," Rita explained. "Cooper played travel soccer where we used to live. He turns 12 in two months, but he has always played up a year. I think he would definitely fit in on the team." There was a bit of pleading in her voice. It was obvious she wanted her son to be able to get on a team in this new place and start to make some friends. "I don't see that as being a problem," said Coach Martin. Maybe it wouldn't be a problem for him, but it was definitely a complication for me. But I couldn't very well say "No, he can't be on the team, because he knows that I enjoy having sex with early teen boys and he has tasted my cum." "Cooper, why don't go off and play with Kris and Noah while we wait for the rest of the team," said Coach Martin. I was wondering just what I had got myself into. As if to make our little sexual circle complete, Drew walked up at that point. I made the introductions and the three of us began talking about the things we would do during practice. Drew and I were in agreement on the skills portion. It was critical, especially if the boys hadn't done much of it. We would finish with a half field scrimmage since there weren't enough boys on the team to play with two full teams. Coach Martin went to get the bag of supplies. "See the boys over there with Noah?" I asked. "The taller one is Kris, the coach's son. And the other one.......is the boy from the health club yesterday." "No way!" exclaimed Drew, laughing at my predicament. "Well, that will teach you to stop molesting boys in public places." "Thank you for your support, asshole," I said. "Well, as your attorney, I advise you to proceed as if nothing had happened......but then I guess you don't have a lot of choice," he said still trying to suppress a laugh at my situation. "Look, the kid isn't an idiot. This is not the kind of thing you tell your mom. And besides, the way you described it, this kid isn't going to mess up a good thing. Once a boy experiences orgasms, he is going to go back to where he knows he can get them. Just relax." I glanced over at the three boys. They were laughing and passing the ball back and forth among themselves. I could quickly tell that his mom hadn't lied, Cooper definitely had skills. His passes were on the mark and he easily controlled the passes sent to him. Kris and Noah were okay, but paled in comparison to Cooper. The rest of the team had arrived, with Jayce, Jaime and River all running over greeting Drew and me. Thankfully, it was just hellos and handslaps. I hadn't thought it, but this was my introduction to the other boys' moms. Jamie's mom appeared to be close to 40 and was a bit plump. At one time, I imagine she had been quite attractive, but she seemed to not care a lot about her appearance and it showed. River's mom was slightly younger, but carried even more weight. It was no wonder the dads of these boys were looking for other sexual outlets. On the other hand, Jayce's mom was stunning. She was in her early 30's, slender, well dressed and just enough make up to enhance what was already a beautiful face. "So, you are the handsome new neighbor I've heard so much about," said Mrs. Newton, shaking my hand. Even as a gay man, I knew she was a flirt. I knew of the three dads, Eli Newton was probably the only one who still had an active sex life with his wife. Introductions from the rest of the team and parents kept the conversation from going further. After the introductions, the parents went to the sidelines, and practice began in earnest. I looked around and Coach Martin with the other parents on the sideline. I guess it was out team to coach from here on out. Cooper was definitely the most advanced player on the team. He was smooth and confident on the field. He was always smiling at me whenever I would give instruction, hinting that he understood the awkwardness of the situation, but showing he not only had no problem with it, he was actually thrilled to be in the company of the two people who had introduced him to the joys of sex. It became obvious pretty quickly that while the boys had the enthusiasm of youth, they lacked some of the basic skills. Drew and I set up some basic ball control and passing exercises, first demonstrating, then having the boys execute, correcting their technique as we went. It might have been my imagination, but it seemed the boys showed immediate improvement. The league did not supply jerseys of any sort to distinguish one side from another for a scrimmage, so we went with the time honored tradition of male athletics and decided on shirts and skins. After going through what positions the boys usually played, we decided the defense would be skins. Kris played goalie, and while the goalie often wore something even heavier than the other players, he quickly removed his shirt. It was obvious he wanted to show off his mature body. While he didn't have chest hair, he did have a pronounced treasure trail heading into his shorts. When he raised his arms, his pits definitely had a good amount of growth. As he pulled his shirt off, I stared too long at his developed chest and how his muscles moved. After his shirt was off, he caught me staring. He gave me a knowing smile. I obviously needed to be a lot more careful. The scrimmage was a bit better than controlled chaos at the beginning. The boys were not used to playing and staying in position, so it was a series of stop and starts with Drew and I helping the boys understand where they should be and why. It was also the first time other than my brief glimpse of Kris that I looked at the boys in a sexual way. Now, with half of them with their shirts off, I marveled at the beauty of early teen boys. All were slender, some, like Kris, had started to develop some muscle tone. One the other end of the scale was Cooper. His body hadn't started to change at all and he was a bit shorter that the other kids, but he had an incredible natural grace and ability. I focused a bit on the boys from the neighborhood. River was the best player. It showed that he was playing on another team as well. His skills were markedly better and he knew what he was supposed to be doing on the field. Noah was second. He was coordinated and obviously had a fair amount of natural athletic skill. I thought his soccer would improve quickly with coaching. Jayme and Jayce were more just boys having fun. They weren't clumsy or totally inept, but there weren't the athletes the other two were. Cooper showed his skills during the game. He was one of the smaller players, but he moved with grace and confidence. He dribbled and pass extremely well. It was interesting to watch him interact with Kris. The offensive player against the goalie. Kris stopped most of the shots taken, but now and then one would get through. Both were good natured and it showed that they had a mutual respect for each other. Drew was more active in redirecting where the boys should be and what they were doing. This left me to take in the boys, especially the ones without shirts. Watching their young muscles moving as they played was a wonder. I noticed my dick starting to rise. Remembering my admonition to be careful, I switched back to focusing on the play. After 20 minutes, we called the players together. We had a quick scrum, arms around each other before a shout of "go team". Was it my imagination or when all of us had our arms around each other's shoulders or waists, had Kris's hand moved down and rested on the cheek of my ass? "Get something to drink and then let's meet by the goal to chat a bit," I said. I looked at the parents and Jordan was talking to Coach Martin and Rita Cooper. I hadn't really thought about the parents at all during the practice. The boys got their drinks and a snack and moved back to the goal area. Noah, Jayce, Kris and Cooper were in the front row and the rest of the boys in back of them. Drew and I conferred a bit and then walked over to them. There was a sense of pride and joy on their faces. I remembered the high I would get from exercising my body by participating in sports. The boys had worked hard, but it looked like they had enjoyed it. As we approached the front of the group, I immediately noticed the front row of boys were all sitting cross legged and all of them had adjusted their shorts and whatever they were wearing underneath so that their cocks and balls were out and exposed. The boys in back of them wouldn't be able to see what they had done, but Drew and I standing in front of them were the obvious intended targets of their exposure. Cooper, Noah and Jayce had theirs out, but were just sitting there, smiling, their cocks semi hard. They were trying and failing to act casual. Kris's cock was impressive. I could see a lot of brown hair sticking out in addition to his balls and cock. The young bastard was stroking it. While with the other three, it was somewhat of an innocent "Let's flash the coaches", for Kris, it was something much more. He was making sure that we noticed. "That was a really amazing-" began Drew before noticing Kris and stopping dead when he did. "-pri, I mean practice. You guys worked really hard." Kris stopped stroking his cock, leaned back, and fully exposed what had to be a hard 7" cut cock. A lot of grown men would be very proud to have a cock that size. When he was sure both Drew and I had seen him, he stroked it a couple more times and slipped it back into his shorts and underwear, giving us a big grin. The other three boys were oblivious to what Kris had done and were just giggling at their stunt. Drew and I managed to focus and say some coherent things to the boys and wrapped it up saying we would see them next Tuesday. "You mean you guys are going to be out coaches all the time now?" asked a boy whose name I had unfortunately forgotten. Looking at Drew, I got an affirmative head nod. "Yes" I answered. "We will be here for the balance of the season. That brought a spontaneous cheer and the boys stood and rushed the two of us, forming a group hug. The boys were maturing, but still comfortable in this display of affection. It seemed each of the boys was trying to get to Drew and me and actually hug us. It felt like a couple of hands brushed my crotch, but there was one definite grope. A boy hand pressed against my cock and balls, briefly stroking them. In the crush of kids, I couldn't tell which one it was. As the things broke up and we headed over to where the parents were standing, we were greeted with thank you's and handshakes. It was obvious what we had done more than met with their approval. "I officially hand coaching duties over to you two," said Coach Martin. "You guys were amazing. The boys reacted to you so well." We chatted a bit more about logistics, the league and other bits of information Drew and I would need. "Dad! Dad!" Noah interrupted. "Cooper just moved here and he doesn't know anybody, so can he come over this weekend and play and swim this weekend? Please? And can Kris come over too? We can practice soccer and do all kinds of stuff." "I imagine that will be okay," answered Jordan smiling. "Let's go check with their parents." Drew and I went to pick up the cones and clean the field of any remaining snack wrappers or drink bottles. "Did you enjoy the show from our nasty little boys?" I asked. "Those brazen little fuckers," said Drew, half laughing, half serious. "But, holy shit, our goalie has a man sized cock!" "And he obviously loves showing it off," I said. "I just hope it doesn't turn into a situation that becomes difficult to handle."