Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 00:04:18 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: The Ponies of Windermere Valley chapter 1 (Revised) Tristan had the perfect butt. It was the first thing that I noticed when I saw him. He was riding his bike, standing up and pumping the pedals in his white baseball pants. His name was proudly printed across the top of his shoulders. I could tell that it was a boy heavy neighborhood from my first drive through with Mark, my realtor. The neighborhood was surrounded by boy magnets - a pristine little league baseball complex, football and soccer fields, an enormous park and playground with walking trails and a large creek, and an elementary and middle school. I knew that I wanted the house before I toured it, and I knew that it would come at a high price because it was one of the most desirable neighborhoods and school districts in the county. Each custom home sat on immaculately landscaped two acre lots, and all of the homes on this side of the street backed up to Windermere Farm. The house had just come on the market that morning, and there were already 4 realtor's business cards on the counter when I toured it at 1pm. I knew I had to make an offer on the spot, and it had to be very competitive. The home has two large bedrooms with a den and two bathrooms on an unfinished basement, and even though it was the smallest house in the neighborhood, it was more than adequate for me. Mark and I sat on the front porch swing, calling in a verbal offer and starting on paperwork. Tristan rode back and forth several times. Other kids did too, but this boy had already caught my eye, and apparently, he lived really close. "My buyer really loves the place," Mark said, talking to the listing agent on the phone. "He's a cash buyer and he's offering $580,000. That's $70,000 above asking." The deal was verbally accepted in just minutes, signed an hour later, and the sellers had the cash in hand that evening. Because it was a cash deal and the house had already been vacated, I was able to take immediate possession. ------------------------------------ I pulled up in the moving van Friday morning, the first full week of summer break. There were several boys outside playing on the block, and a couple girls that seemed to stick closer to their driveways. "You boys want to make some money," I yelled over from two drive ways away. Four of them came running over, and several others watched from a distance. "I'm Andrew," I said, holding out my hand for a shake. "Bryce," the first boy said, introducing himself with a good handshake. "I'm Tristan." "I'm Nathan. Most people call me Natey." "I'm Cole. Me and Natey are brothers." "All right guys, $20 an hour each, plus lunch. I need you to go get permission first, and have your parents come meet me if they'd like. I'm gonna get started, so the longer you take, the less money you make. Sound good?" "Sounds good," they all agreed. We all shook hands again and they took off like rockets. Tristan was already my favorite. He wore coral colored cargo shorts that fit him snugly by design, and a white, tight fitting Under Armor sleeveless shirt. His dirty blonde Kurt Cobain hair was another instant turn on, but it was that bottom in those coral shorts that immediately piqued my interest. Cole and Natey were the first to come back, and their uncle Luke pulled up to the curb a minute later on his way to work and introduced himself. He gave the boys the okay to help, just as Tristan came running up. "Alright, and we're missing one," I said, already forgetting the missing boy's name. "Where's Bryce?," Cole chimed. The boys all looked down the street, presumably the direction of his house. "I'm sure he'll be here," Natey said. "His mom's weird, and she's probably freaking out about it, but he'll probably show up." "And where do you boys all live?," I asked. "I live in the big grey house on the corner, across the street," Tristan pointed. I counted five houses down. "And we live two houses down in the yellow house," Natey added. "Alright fellas, time starts now," I said, looking at my watch. "We'll do a quick run through of the house so that you guys know which rooms are which." Natey was the cuter one of the brothers. His grey eyes gave him a little bit of a wild look. His Dolphins baseball cap with "Natey" embroidered on the back fit snugly over what looked like a healthy head of brown hair, and he had a light sprinkle of freckles across the top of his cheeks. His cut-off grey sweat pants nicely accentuated another bottom that got my attention. Minutes later, there was a small parade of boys marching into and out of my house. "Hello," a voice rang out from the driveway. I heard her from inside the moving truck and jumped down from the ramp to meet Sara, Bryce's mom. The three other boys came tromping out of the house and up the ramp into the back of the truck. "I'm Andrew," I said, holding out my hand. We talked for a few minutes, Bryce standing quietly beside her. She didn't leave him until she had my number, and she reminded Bryce that sometimes bad people look innocent, and to be extra cautious. "IfAndrew makes you feel uncomfortable at all, even just a little bit, you come straight home and tell me." "I know mom," Bryce huffed, obviously embarrassed. "Sounds like a plan," I said, reaching for a dismissal hand shake. "Cole, can you come show Bryce around the house real quick?" I asked, still trying to dismiss Sara. She obviously wasn't going to take my hints, so I jumped back up into the moving truck and grabbed a box. Cole and Bryce ran into the house, and I followed, as Tristan and Natey squeezed by us on their way back out to the truck for more boxes. Sara watched for nearly 20 minutes, never detecting that I was sizing up her little boy the whole time. He was a nice kid. Probably the youngest. His personality was delightful, despite his overbearing mom. She didn't have anything to worry about with him. He's not a good looking boy, and with his Levi shorts presenting totally flat in the rear, I'd be focusing my attention on Tristan and Natey. Cole was the tallest, and likely the oldest. My guess was that he was just starting puberty. He was slightly more muscular than the others, with legs that were just a tad too slender, leading to a boney looking butt that looked like leg extensions instead of cheeks. His body was too mature for what I liked, and I wasn't interested in him. He helped me with some of the heavier items, but most of my furniture was scheduled for delivery from the furniture store, and all of my appliances would be showing up later in the afternoon, so we emptied the truck right at an hour. The pizza showed up just as we were finishing, and the five of us destroyed three large pizzas. I paid the boys $20 each and thanked them for their help. "Is there anything else you need help with?," Tristan asked. I couldn't quite tell if he was just offering help or hoping to make some more money. "Not really, not until later. Right now I've got to go drop off this moving truck and swing back by my old place for a couple little things." "What kind of things? Are they things that I can help with?," he questioned. "I just have to empty out my little shed," I explained. "Well, can I go with you and help?" "Can I go, too," Natey asked before I even had a chance to answer. Cole and Bryce had already gone out the door and were showing the other boys outside their earnings. "That will be up to your parents," I said. Natey pulled out his phone and asked permission for both of them, and to my surprise, they were given permission. What kind of parent lets their young boys ride off with a stranger in a moving van, I asked myself. Tristan & Natey began spilling their life stories as I drove. They're both ten years old, and they both play on the same baseball team. Tristan has two sisters, ages 28 and 25. He was an accident, later in his parents years. His dad is 62 and his mom died two years ago of a heart attack. He admitted that he can usually get what he wants, due to his dad's age, declining health, and general state of disengagement. Natey is the middle of three boys. Cole is 12 and Cameron is 7. Cameron was one of the ones who was playing outside and not interested in helping. They were adopted by their aunt and uncle six years ago, when their neighborhood in Oklahoma was demolished in a tornado and both of their parents died. Their dad's older brother Luke was the boys' godfather, and he and his wife Caryn immediately took the boys in and legally adopted them. Natey didn't really remember much about his life before the tornado, but he remembered his dad taking him duck hunting once, and they had a brown dog named Marvin, and he and Cole would sometimes play naked in the sprinkler. The boys went into the rental office with me to drop off the truck. I liked having two good looking boys with me. I signed my return receipt and took my paperwork, and we walked out to my pickup truck. Natey rode upfront and Tristan sat behind him in the back seat. They continued talking about baseball, and summer, and whatever else came into their heads at the moment. "This is where you used to live?," Tristan asked, stepping in as I opened the door. The place was mostly empty and in need of a good cleaning. "Yep, this is it. I still have to grab some stuff and then come back and clean, but I have a whole week," I said. "I'll help you," he volunteered. "I'll help you too," Natey echoed. "I'd love that. I'll let you know next time I come back over," I said, opening the sliding door off of the kitchen. "Oh my God, you have a pool?,"Natey shrieked. "Can we go swimming?" "Ooooh, please? just for a few minutes?," Tristan added. "Guys, neither of you have swimming trunks, or a change of clothes, or towels. How about we plan for tomorrow or Sunday?," I offered. "Unless you want to go skinny dipping," I added, not thinking that they would actually consider that as an option. "Seriously? We can go skinny dipping?," Natey asked, looking at me and then at Tristan. I just shrugged and looked back at them. "Want to?," Natey whispered to Tristan, who was a tad less enthused with the idea. "I do have a roll of paper towel in here that you can dry off with if you want to," I offered, more as an incentive than a solution. "Or you can just wait until next time." "Come on, Tris," Natey whispered. "It'll be awesome!" Tristan pulled his shirt off, and Natey eagerly began to strip, throwing his clothes over the back of the deck chair. In seconds, both boys were naked and jumping into the pool. "Andrew, come in with us," one of the boys yelled. I was erect from just watching them. "I think I have a pair of shorts in the laundry room. If I do, I'll join you," I said, hurrying inside. I found my black basketball shorts, changed, and ran through the house like a little boy myself, out to the pool, and landing my cannonball right between the boys. They were instantly on me. I had naked boy flesh on both sides, trying to dunk me. I ducked under them and swam to the ladder, hopped out, and bombed them again. Tristan attacked me, and Natey hopped out of the pool, lined himself up, and jumped, landing right in front of me and my other young naked attacker. I flung Tristan over my side and reached for Natey, grabbing him and cradling him before tossing him into the air. "Ooh, throw me," Tristan yelled, violently swimming back to me. I grabbed him, put my hand under his bottom and launched him. His cheek was firm and round in my hand. "Do me!," Natey exclaimed, throwing his arms around my neck. Tristan had already made his way back to me and latched onto my back in piggy-back fashion. I knew that I would be able to touch them freely. I planted my hand under Natey, and launched him, then lowered my shoulder, flipping Tristan and catching him in front of me in the chest deep water. I threw him out in front of me just in time to catch the splash from Natey's cannonball in my face. I scooped Natey up, holding his bottom in my hand, and raised him up as far as my arm extended. His legs dangled and kicked, throwing me off balance, and I dropped him straight down in the water. "Natey, let's do a cannonball contest," Tristan excitedly suggested as soon as Natey surfaced. Both boys swam to the side and pulled themselves up, showing me their little boy holes and balls from behind. They looked so soft, and smooth, and perfect. They stood on the edge of the pool, giving me instruction on how to judge their jumps. While they were figuring out their contest stipulations, I was admiring beautiful two naked boys, both circumcised and nearly obsessively touching themselves every few seconds as if confirming that their penises hadn't fallen off. Standing side by side, Tristan was a hair taller than Natey, and an inch thinner around the waste, modeling more of a defined "V" than what Natey had. Natey was not quite as tan as Tristan, but was every bit as beautiful, and showed a half inch in length over Tristan's penis. "Alright boys, we have to make this fast. We've got an appliance delivery in a little over an hour," I said. They decided to scrap the contest and attack me. I adjusted my hard on and steadied myself, knowing that they were coming to try to take me down. Both boys jumped right in front of me, making a huge splash. Tristan climbed up the front of me, wrapping his legs around my neck. I could feel his penis touching my Adam's apple. I leaned all the way backwards, causing him to slide up over my head. His penis slid over my chin, lips and nose before I sank under and we broke contact. Natey took the opportunity to try to sweep my legs out from under me, but I grabbed him by the leg and pulled him out of the water, dragging his butt up over my face and holding him there while I repositioned myself and my grip on him. I reached my hand around him, cupping his penis in my hand, and lifted him up by his butt and his crotch before launching him. At the last second, he gripped my hand that was holding his penis, and botched his release. Tristan bear hugged me from behind, but I ignored him for the moment. I made my way to Natey, concerned that I just hurt his penis when I released him. "Natey, Is your penis okay, buddy? I didn't hurt you down there, did I?" I asked, pulling him into me. "It hurts a little bit, but it's okay," he answered, resuming his attack. With Natey trying to disable my right arm, I managed to spin Tristan around and do the same thing to him that I had just done to Natey. I froze momentarilly as Tristan's bottom rested in my face and my hand cupped his penis. Then I lifted him and supported his weight, planting my other hand under his bottom, but I couldn't toss him because Natey was climbing up my arm. Tristan's penis began to grow inside of my cupped hand. I opened my fingers to accommodate his erection as it poked through. Then I lowered him, bringing all of us down under the water. My fingers held his young stiffy for a good fifteen seconds, until I could get Natey off of my left arm and reposition my hand. Tristan came up, followed by Natey, and they both charged at me again. "Boys," I said, holding up my hands in time out. "Come here," I motioned with my hands. Tristan came up to my right side and put his arm around my neck and shoulder, and Natey did the same on my left side. I placed my hands under their bottoms, supporting their weight. They both felt lovely. I still favored Tristan, but Natey was a perfect 10 in his own right. "We gotta call it quits," I said. We've got to get dried off and dressed and back to the house," I said, to immediate disapproval on both sides. I lightly patted their butts and gave them a little squeeze. "Boys, I'm sorry." We'll swim again next time, okay?," I reminded. I instructed the boys to sit on the steps while I went inside and changed. I had a stack of towels in the laundry room, but they didn't need to know that. I was dried, changed and back outside in just a couple minutes. "Boys, I'm going to have to dry you off because I don't have much paper towel, and I need to save as much as I can for cleaning," I explained, flashing my roll of paper towel. Both boys got out of the pool and came to the table, where I sat down."Do me first," Natey shivered. I patted the inside of my thigh, calling him to step in close to me. "Can I get back in until you're done with him?," Tristan asked. "Sure, but stay in the shallow end, or hang on to the ladder," I answered, beginning to dry off Natey's hair. Tristan jumped in and grabbed the ladder, watching me dry his friend off. My hand was planted on the boy's bottom, and I used his cheeks as a steering mechanism to turn and maneuver him. Hair, face, neck, shoulders, chest. I grabbed a new wad of paper towels. "Lift up those arms," I said, giving his rib a light poke. He defended his rib, and then raised his arms up high. His pits were beautifully smooth. After drying his belly and back, I said, "Let's get these round little butt cheeks," giving them both a little pinch. His giggle was music to my ears. Tristan giggled too, hearing and seeing me playing with his friend's bottom. His eyes were glued to me as I dried Natey's creamy white butt. "Open those legs so we can get that little boy thing," I said, giving his baby smooth pubis a little tickle. He opened right up. My left hand slid down his back and rested on his bottom again as I took his penis into the single layer of paper towel, dabbing him and reaching underneath his balls to absorb all of his moisture. His balls were loose and relaxed. I dried off his legs and feet, and did one last whole-body check without the paper towel, rubbing my hands all over him feeling for wet spots. I payed the closest attention to his bottom and his genitals. His body quivered when I eased my fingers down the underside of his sack. I glanced over at Tristan, watching as I was touching Natey. "All dry down here?," I asked, buying another couple seconds to fondle his velvety sack. "I think so," he answered with a nod. "I think so too," I said. "Natey, I'm sorry that I hurt your little boy thing earlier," I said. Do you mind if I take a look at it, just so I know that it's okay?" I asked. "Sure," Natey obliged, turning a quarter turn towards me to fully face me. I took his penis in my hand. Tristan's eyes were glued to me. I took several seconds examining his boyhood with my fingers. "Does this hurt?," I asked, giving the base of his penis a light squeeze. "No," Natey said. "It doesn't hurt." I pulled him in closer by his bottom and held his perfect cheek in my hand. "How about this," I asked, "lightly squeezing his purple rounded tip. "No, that feels okay," he said. "And everything feels okay down here?" I asked, feeling each testicle. "Yeah, it feels okay down there," he answered. "And, I think it looks good, don't you? It's not red or swollen or anything, right?" "Yeah, it looks good," Natey agreed, looking at his penis in my fingers. "Good!" I'd hate it if I had hurt you. Now go get yourself dressed," I said with a few little squeezes and a soft pop on his bottom. He giggled at my attention to his butt, and darted away, spinning around out of my reach. "Tris, it's your turn," Natey called. I watched his perfect little butt shift with each step as he went into the kitchen, and then turned to the warm greeting of Tristan's beautiful young penis lightly bouncing with each of his steps. Tristan assumed the position that Natey had just vacated, and my hand assumed the position on his bottom as I began drying his hair with my free hand. He talked the whole time that I was drying him. "Andrew, I've gotta take a dump," Natey called from inside, only having put on his socks. Tristan laughed. "Use the toilet in the master bathroom. The other bathroom doesn't have any toilet paper," I called after him. "Arms up," I said, with the same little rib poke that I gave Natey. His body lurched in a ticklish reaction, but my hand on his bottom redirected him back to me and I pulled him in for an affectionate squeeze. His arms went up, and then he hesitated. "You're not going to tickle my armpits, are you?," he asked apprehensively. "Well, I promise that I won't tickle them right now, but I can't make any promises for the future," I teased. He let me dry his armpits, but he was giggly, guarded, and jumpy. He wanted me to play with him, almost inviting me to tickle him. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to play with this naked little beauty, but we simply didn't have the time. "Andrew, are you married?," he asked as I dried his chest and back. "Nope. I haven't found the right person yet," I answered in the most generic terms I could come up with. "Okay, time for those cheeky butt cheeks," I said, with little soft pinches. He laughed, playfully sticking his bottom out and shaking it. I grabbed his bottom in my hand and squeezed his cheeks, gave him a little playful spanking, and rubbed the paper towel over his curves and into his crack. "Now open those legs up so we can get that little boy thing," I said. He obliged, still giggly, and I touched him with the thin paper towel, examining him. The tip of his penis was pink and oblong shaped, slightly preferred over Natey's round purple glans. He was silky smooth, and showed a faint ring of circumcision scarring just under his slightly pronounced ridge. I guessed that he was two inches soft. I moved the paper towel down to his sack, blotting him dry. His balls hung freely and were average in size for a 10 year old boy. "So why did you move from this house," he asked. I dropped the paper towel and held his balls in my fingers. "Well, a few reasons, the biggest being that I was renting this house and the owner wants to remodel it and sell it." "But, aren't you going to miss the pool?," he asked, looking up at me. "Well, I guess I will, but if I hadn't moved, then I would have missed meeting you," I said. He leaned back on me a little bit, relaxing into me with most of his body weight. I began to fondle his penis. "Plus, I like the new neighbor hood better," I added, creating more discussion and touching time. "Yeah, I like the neighborhood too," he agreed. "I have a lot of friends and there's lots to do," he added, continuing to chat. "I was a baby when we moved there, so I don't remember my old neighborhood." I touched him as he laid back on me. Natey appeared from around the corner and came outside, still only wearing his socks, in full view of my fingers grazing his friend's genitals. "Aren't you dry yet, Tris?," he asked, snapping Tristan out of his relaxed and comfortable posture. "Look," Tristan said, lifting his leg to show me and leaning back on me even more. "My legs are totally dry, and we didn't even dry them yet," he said. My fingers left his penis and my open hand rested across his abdomen. Natey came and sat on my left knee, and I shifted Tristan over to straddle my right leg, making room for him. Natey turned and sat up against me like Tristan, straddling my left leg. Tristan's hand had slipped onto his penis, seemingly unconsciously, and he was touching himself where I had been fondling him just seconds before. I placed my hand on his, and our fingers intertwined with each other's and with his penis. I placed my left hand on Natey's tummy, pulling him in a little bit closer, and let my fingers relax, grazing his smooth pubis. "What have you guys been doing?," Natey asked inquisitively. "Just having some lap time," I thought up quickly. I allowed my fingers to trail down and rest on Natey's boyhood. "We've just been chatting, and we just got a little too comfy and lost track of time," I said, gently releasing Tristan's hand and genitals and patting the inside of his thigh. He continued to touch himself. "We need to get you boys dressed now and get out of here," I said, unwrapping my arm from around Natey and lifting Tristan off of me with a final affectionate pat on his bottom. I pulled Natey in close and gave him a little squeeze, too. --------------------------------------- With all of us finally dressed, the boys helped me grab the stuff out of the shed and load up my truck bed. "Guys, if you let all of your friends know that I let you went skinny dipping here, they'll all want to come over, and I couldn't handle that many of you. So you have to be careful not to talk about it," I said, trying to work around the `our little secret' language that is taught in schools. "Yeah, plus aunt Caryn would freak out if she knew that I went swimming without a lifeguard," Natey added. "No, she'd freak out if she knew that you went skinny dipping," Tristan laughed. Natey agreed. "We can't tell her Tris, or we'll never be able to come back." "Yeah, you're right," Tristan concurred. "I'm going to have to come back over at least two more times to grab the odds & ends and to clean the place up. If you guys want to help, we can work for a little bit first, and then swim afterwards," I said. "Can we come back tomorrow?," Natey asked eagerly. --------------------------------------- The appliance truck showed up just minutes after we got back to the house. Natey and Tristan wanted to come inside, and I wanted them to even more. They were super excited when they heard the truck's back-up beeping and saw it parking in the driveway. They watched everything from the unload to the installs, and asked the technicians a hundred questions. "Where's all your furniture?," Tristan asked. "I donated most of my old furniture to the thrift store and bought mostly all new furniture for my new house," I explained. "My new furniture is being delivered tomorrow," I continued, sitting down on the one chair in the living room. "Can I go get the chair from the den?," Natey asked. I nodded, and he returned with it a moment later, pulling it up next to me. Tristan leaned up against me. I patted my lap, inviting him to take a seat, and he did, surprising me when he leaned in on me and rested his head on my chest. I reclined half way and placed my hand on his hip. "Are you a tired boy?" I asked, lowering my hand to his bottom. "A little bit," he replied, snuggling closer to me. Natey left the other chair and followed suit, mirroring Tristan. "It looks like we have two tired boys," I said, as I playfully rubbed Natey's head and let my hand wander down to his butt, finding it with some light petting. "You should be a dad," Natey suggested, looking up at me. His grey eyes were warm and his smile content. "Yeah, you really should. You're gonna have to get married and have kids, and then we can be their friends," Tristan added. "Really? Is that what I should do?" I asked light heartedly. I wished that they were naked, and I was positive that if I suggested it, that they'd strip their clothes off in a heart beat, but I was also enjoying the specialness of the moment as it was naturally unfolding. "We can be friends, though, right?," Natey asked. "You don't have to have kids first for us to be friends, do you?," he clarified. "Yep, we can be friends," I assured them, with little playful smacks on their bottoms. "But it's time to get up. You guys should probably let me get some of this stuff unpacked and get my bed put together," I said, sitting up from my recline. "Can I come over tomorrow after my game?," Tristan asked. "Me too?," Natey followed up. "Sure you can," I agreed as the boys climbed down from off of my lap. I walked them to the door and we said our goodbyes. I watched them walk down the walkway. I assembled my bed, took a shower, and shot a load, reliving my moments with the boys and thinking about future possibilities with them. What a great welcome to the neighborhood these boys have given me. I couldn't help but wonder about the other boys in the neighborhood as I lay in bed. There had to be a dozen of them, all in the same age range. I was tired from the day, and sleep found me quickly.