Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2023 16:42:32 -0500
From: Chuck Malthor <chuck.malthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Boys Soccer, Rain, and Pizza, Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

"OK, boys, head to the shower while I order some pizza. I'll find you
in a few minutes." Suddenly, me being naked was natural to the boys, as
they were naturally more interested in pizza than anything else. Two
boys, turning back to their natural state with no shame, addressing the
fundamental needs -- food, warmth, and society. I took the boys to my
bedroom master bathroom, turned on the water and the boys walked into the
shower stream. I continued like naked, as I heard their voices increasing
over the thunder of the shower, as they got excited again, about their
game, cheering themselves on their athletic prowess. From the kitchen, I
could hear boyhood yells as I called a local pizza joint. I was on the
phone for only three or four minutes and headed back to the back shower.


"Boys! Have you actually gotten clean yet? I can hear you and I can tell
that you're more interested in water but not about getting all that dirt
off you, isn't that right?" But I was smiling and the boys responded
with smiles. I could see their naked bodies through the glass door, their
fair and brown bodies covered with water, emphasizing their skinny
bellies, their rib cases, and their flaccid penises. As I looked at them,
both boys looked at my still naked body -- 5 feet 10 inches tall, my
trimmed beard, some hair on my chest, unshaven pubic hair, my cut flaccid
but curious dick, and my legs with hair. "Have you guys even washed your
hair? I know both of you fell into that muddy field and I don't want you
to have dirt in your hair as you sleep tonight. And what about your back?
Have you helped each other to wash your back? And what about your butt
cracks?" As soon as I said "butt crack" they boys laughed and I
laughed with them. "Remember, once we get cleaned, the pizza dude will
show up but I need to be cleaned up, too, okay?"


Kenny said, "You can climb into the shower with us, Dad, right?" I
said, "Yeah, but I take a real man shower, not this sissy shower that
you guys are playing." Luis said, "What's a real man shower?" I took
that as an invitation and I climbed my legs into the water stream and
suddenly this naked man was showering with two naked boys. The boys
seemed to retreat to their own defensive position, and tried to avoid my
body as I positioned myself directly under the shower head.


"OK, start with the hair -- full wet, then the shampoo, and plenty of
scalp scrub, right?" I lathered up my head and once the shampoo whitened
up, spreading the suds around my head, the boys laughed. I took some of
my own suds and tossed a head on Kenny's head and then another load of
suds onto Luis's head. I rubbed both boys' heads as they closed their
eyes against the sting of the shampoo. As I rubbed their hair, I took my
eyes downward on their little boy wieners, as they flopped a bit as their
bodies responded to the weight of my hands. "OK, I'm going to let you
boys rinse my head and I'll rinse yours." I knelt down to their height
and under the water, and both boys leaned in as to brought their four
hands onto my head and cleaned my head, my chest against their chests,
their little dicks inches from my belly. Once I confirmed that my hair
was cleansed, I stood up, moved the boys under the water and immediately
next to each other. I moved right next to Kenny's body, my dick inches
from his chest, and rinsed Kenny's hair while Luis moved his eyes from
Kenny's hair and back to my dick, which was responding to the warm
water, flopping as I moved left and right. I moved Kenny a bit and then I
moved Luis under the water and rinsed his hair and just as he had, Kenny
moved his eyes from Luis to my dick.


"Next! Face, ears, neck and beard!" Kenny said, "What happens if we
don't have beards yet?" I replied, "Loser!" and laughed in response.
I took the soap and cleansed my face, then handed the soap to Luis first,
then Luis to Kenny, each of us rotating our bodies under the water."
Once or twice, as I moved around one or other boy, my dick would run into
an arm or back, but by this time, the boys were more responding to
instructions."


"OK. Armpits and arms, then chest and belly." We followed the similar
cycle and I mixed the conversation from showering to an account of a boy
falling on his belly during the game. I rinsed my chest and belly and I
checked the boys' chest and bellies to ensure all the soap was removed.
"Next back. This is the tricky part. I struggle with this one and we'll
help each other this time." I knelt down again and turned my back
towards the boys, instructing them to soap up my back and while Luis used
the soap, Kenny aided with his two hands all over shoulders and lats and
my back. "OK, we'll wash each other's backs, too. Kenny, first, since
Luis still has the soap." So Luis lathered up Kenny's back while I
handled his back -- thoroughly. I felt his little shoulders, the back of
his arms, and every inch of his back, down to his waistline. My dick
started doing what dicks do and I could feel the heaviness start in my
shaft. We then turned over to Luis, and Kenny used the soap while I
brought my fingernails onto the boy's brown skin. Even though Luis was a
year older than Kenny, I saw that his body was the same size as my son --
the same skinny frame, and I could see the spine bulging through his
skin, as I counted each vertebrae.


"Good job. OK, I know most boys don't clean their butts, but real men
always clean their butts. I can smell Kenny after when he's playing
outside and it smells like boy butts. So, do what I do. Take your soap
bar and reach back and deep in between your butt crack until the whole
crack is all slippery and soapy. You should be able to feel everything,
including the butt hole, and ensure that the soap washes every inch of
your butt." Kenny laughed out loud but Luis's eyes just got big with
the description. I explained, "Kenny has seen me shower many times and
he knows how to do this but he doesn't does he, do you, Kenny?" And he
just smiled. I took the soap, turned my body against the boys but turned
my head backward to watch them. I spread my left cheek and reached my
right hand into my crevice and enthusiastically soaped everything the sun
never sees. I bent my body down to give the boys a better view and I
could see the boys were fixated as the soap lather increased and the
lather fell in between my legs. I accentuated my pointer finger to reach
to my asshole and rubbed it, feeling it a few seconds, and reached even a
bit down to my perineum. I could feel how my dick jumped a bit as my man
hole felt my finger. "Yeah, that's clean, boys. That's clean."


I turned around and rinsed my ass. "Who's next?" Kenny started up and
positioned himself under the shower water, turned his ass to us, and
followed my example step by step, perhaps not as long fingering his hole
like I had wished. "Could you feel your butthole with your fingers?"
Kenny said, "I don't know. I don't know what it's supposed to feel
like." "You guys need to know every part of your body and don't be
embarrassed -- if you have a question, ask your dad or each other. Luis,
you can always ask me anything with your questions. Kenny, bend your body
more and I'll show you."


I took my left hand and pulled his left boy cheek and then I used my
right hand to pull his right cheek apart. I saw a hairless white butt all
the way until I saw his red puckered boy hole with its tiny orifice. My
dick was throbbing but Luis's eyes were on Kenny's ass. I touched my
son's butt hole and said, "This is your butt hole. Do you feel it?"
"Yeah, I think so." "Give me your right hand" and reached his hand
again to his butt. I navigated his little hand to his own hole; I
fingered his hole again, again feeling my cock and a bit even light
headed, to be honest; and then I pushed his finger to his hole and moved
the finger along the anus. "Got it?" "Yeah, I get it." "OK. Soap up
and spend some time there."


Luis said, "But isn't it dirty?" And I replied, "Of course it is.
That's why we're cleaning. If we don't clean, we'll always be dirty,
right?" and Luis nodded his head, still focusing on his friend's soapy
butt. I resumed, "OK, son, give the soap to Luis and rinse your butt
off. Luis, switch off."


Kenny was talking about something about his butt -- something about
falling on the concrete and how his butt hurt -- but I wasn't listening
really. Luis turned his butt to us, soaped his cheeks, and then bent down
a bit, pulled his cheek over, and soaped his crack. He was intended to
soap his own hole without my aid. "OK, Luis, you feel your hole? Got it
soaped up?" "Yes, I got it. I've never touched my butt hole before."
"And it didn't bite you, did it?" The boys laughed a bit, relaxed that
this taboo ritual had been completed.


"OK. That was the difficult part. The next part is easy -- dicks and
balls." The boys retreated again together while I positioned with the
water hitting my back neck. I took the soap and thoroughly cleansed my
man parts, with relish. I always enjoy this part of showering anyway, but
with an audience of town boys would be especially fun. Within seconds,
the soap was covering my shaft, my balls, within my pubic hair, and
falling in between my legs. I was talking over my actions but the boys
weren't listening. They were fixated on my dick as it got harder and
larger, my obvious comfortability with my own parts, one hand around my
balls, the other hand around my shaft, my thumb and finger massaging my
dickhead, using the soap as the lubricant, while I moved my eyes from my
own fully erect cock back to the boys' eyes, and then to their dicks. As
young as they are, their dicks were then erect, and that made me even
more erect.


Kenny erupted my own self adoration. "Dad, when will my dick get as big
as yours?" "Well, how big do you think it is now?" "I don't know but
it's got to be twice as big as mine." I laughed and said, "At least,
yeah. Remember, this ..." and I showed the length of my thumb joint,
"... is an inch, so use your fingers how long an inch is." Kenny
measured my thumb, and then tried to keep his fingers apart as he went
back to his boy dick, one inch at a time." I said, "Looks like two
inches and something more, right? So, use your inch on my dick." Kenny
used the invisible inch and moved from my dickhead, along the crown and
down the circumcision scar, and further down the shaft until he got to my
pubes and to my body. He estimated seven inches but I told him that he
moved his estimations. "Luis, you try it. Here's my thumb," and he
created his own invisible inch and back to his boy dick. His was three
inches and I agreed. He then moved his fingers towards my man meat, and
that lightheaded feeling happened again, as the brown boy moved closer
and closer. He moved his fingers and touched my dickhead and I started
counting. "One for my head, two, ... that's my cut scar ... three, four,
five, and if you move your fingers into my hair, that's about six.
Agreed?" Luis agreed, keeping his eyes fully on my cock, his little dick
fully erect. I said, "We could also try some math. If Luis's dick is
three inches, then how many times would that fit the length of my dick?"
Kenny was always smart about math like fractions, and he said, "Two!" I
said, "So, Luis, try to use your dick to measure my dick and see if it
works." I moved towards him and squatted my body down to his dick and he
walked towards me. He fit his dark brown against my pink meat, and his
body met all to my dickhead. I reached his dick against my dick and I
felt the warmth from this boy's penis, his foreskin against my shaft,
and I could barely see his piss hole trying to erupt through the
foreskin. With his dick against my dick, I made an imaginary line along
my dick for the first "dick length," and instructed him to use his dick
along my shaft's base, bending my cock below the boy's balls, until his
dickhead felt my body flesh through my thick pube hairs. I said, "Seems
like two Luis dick lengths is right, right Kenny?"


Luis was quiet and moved backward but he never left his eyes off my cock,
obviously throbbing with remnants of soap. "OK, boys, switch. I want
both boys to soap themselves down, using both hands, and really get those
hands around those dicks and move that soap around your balls and under
your balls, OK?"


As Kenny was fondling himself, he asked, "And when did you get hair on
your balls, Dad?" I paused and said, "I think I started having hair
under my arms and on my balls about age 12. I was pissing one day and was
surprised to see hair where I never saw hair before. I didn't have an
older brother, so I didn't know who to talk about it. So, whoever gets
hair on his balls first, make sure you talk to the other boy. But also,
don't worry if your hair develops later -- different boys are different
and at different ages. You can always talk to me with questions, as
always." Luis was still soaping his balls and I asked, "Luis, have you
felt any hair around your balls yet?" "I don't think so but I don't
have arm hair either." I said, "Want me to feel under your balls to see
if I can feel?" Luis said, "Yeah," and I took my right hand under the
boy's dark skinned balls, smooth as his ass. I reached below to his
perineum, knowing well that he wouldn't have any hair, but I took
advantage when I could. I used my palm against the boy's foreskin, my
fingers along my balls and I moved both fore and aft, feeling the boy's
erections in my palm, the heat of the boy on my fingers. Luis lost focus
from his eyes and his head was directed above, behind, and beyond me. I
could tell what all of us have felt, that first rush of dick energy, and
yet in his age, something he could not understand nor articulate. Kenny,
meanwhile, was using one hand on his dick while he watched his friend
being fondled by his father, Kenny's own dick fully erect, unable to
articulate what was happening. "Nope, no hair yet, Luis, but it will
happen. Like I said, I was about age 12. Don't sweat it," as I removed
my hand and met the boy's eyes with mine, my smile with his smile. "Go
ahead and rinse your nuts from the remaining soap, both of you."


We worked through our legs, feet, and in between the toes. By this time,
we had been in the shower for at least twenty minutes and I worried about
the pizza dude. I also realized that my ballsack was aching and my cock
was throbbing and any more hygiene instruction would result in unloading
my nuts. "OK, boys, I am getting hungry and I don't want pizza," (with
a small chorus of "Pizza!" suddenly from the shower) "so let's dry
off." Kenny turned off the water and I reached out to my towel and I
handled a single towel for both boys. I took my time to towel myself,
recounting about a time that the family had gone to a lake retreat when
multiple men and boys shared a gang shower, asking Kenny if he had
remembered that really large man and that other man with a really long
dick and that other boy who refused to strip naked in the shower but kept
his boxer shorts on.


[To be continued.]

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