Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 16:57:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Gregory Eugene Subject: Parentless Boys, Chapter 3 Parentless Boys, Chapter 3 Gregor E Gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com I like believing you would consider my stories and characters as real. Probably, not so real. I would really like to know what you think of my story. Good or bad, too long, too many words, not enough description, or how it made you feel. I would love to read emails and will do what it takes to respond to you. Please email me at gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com Thanks Gregor E I hope the title shows up correctly. It keeps getting changed to PANTLESS... instead of Parentless. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I didn't see the Lasky boys for a couple of days. During that time, my football team friends found out that I was living in town instead of way out in the country. They started giving me shit about not staying in shape and working out. They were right. I had planned on taking a little vacation from working out right after school let out for summer but then with all the fun with the Lasky boys, I wasn't doing it. I finally got into my workout clothes; short t-shirt, gym shorts, a jock and running shoes. I left the house and went right to the school. And sure enough, there were a bunch of the team there. It was early morning and still fairly cool. Some guys were running the dirt track, more like warm up speed. I joined them and survived all the bullshit talk about how I finally decided to come workout. I was tired of running so slowly and started running for real. Some tried to keep up with me but they either slowed down or bailed. I was going to make one more lap when the sprinklers came on. Man! That was cold water but it felt so good. I changed my route a little to get more water on me. Some of the other boys had kept running until the sprinklers came on and then ran and sounded like little girls. I was loving it. I kept running. The sprinklers shut down but others started up next to them. I moved that time and one more time to run in the water. I was tired by the time the sprinklers were done. My legs felt like rubber. I was walking a little weird but I also really liked how my balls felt. They felt bigger than ever. I started going to the school everyday, when I was staying at the house. Most of the time I would run but they also had bars for arm work. It didn't interfere with the fun with the Lasky boys, they were still asleep at that time in the morning. They did like it when I was covered in sweat and water. One workout, we decided to run the perimeter of the school, just to make a change. That run was what the coaches would make us do as a punishment when things weren't going good. It was a horrible run when in football pads. As we got running past the front of the school, I saw that the front door was open. A couple of cars were in the parking lot. After we finished the run, I walked back and went in. The lady in the office waived to me, she was always nice, and pointed towards the hall. I looked and saw the library door open. It turned out that the library was open most of the summer. Who Knew! I did read the signs about the summer reading program and that the libraries would be open, and even bragged about air conditioning! So I went in. My mom's sister, my aunt was the librarian and she was happy to see me. A few younger kids came in and went right to the reading area. My aunt went to take care of them and I had an idea to look up some stuff, some sex stuff, mostly about dicks. It wasn't easy back then to find information. I was pretty good using the card catalog and roaming the shelves. I found some lame books about masturbating and puberty and stuff. They had pictures of boys drawn with simple lines. I thought the drawing of pubic hair looked more like the snakes that lived under our shed. I got to be a regular. I would take a workout bag with a towels and dry shirts and stuff like that. And leave it in the library with my aunt. Then come back after running and change shirts. She didn't like me sweating on the books. I also loved the air conditioning. Then one day, I found THE book! It was one that you couldn't check out. I think the school decided us kids need supervision while reading it. It even had Puberty in the title. It had real pictures. Some asshole had drawn spurts of sperm coming out of a boner, a real picture, in black and white but real. I found the pictures of foreskin, and the explanation of circumcision. It had dashed lines where the foreskin was cut and showed tools. There were pictures of a little boy screaming as the process was done to him. The concept was disturbing but I was very happy that I was learning about it. I did get caught by a boy about 8 when he came around the corner and I had my shorts pulled out and I was comparing my `scars' to the picture in the book. He couldn't see my dick but he should have been able to see me looking into my shorts. He smiled at me later on when I left the library. I wasn't fucking the Lasky boys but we would end up jacking off together, or each other. They liked me in my sweaty jock. I know they stole a few, either that or the washing machine was eating them. Curtis and I got into jacking with dicks lined up. We sat on the floor and pressed our boners together, and smashed balls together. Then one of us would wrap a hand around both boners and jack. The udder balm was always a nice help. I had to grab another can from the ranch during a trip out there. I got very impressed that Curtis and I got to where we could shoot about the same time. Sometimes, Conrad or Clark would do the jacking. I liked that even better. We also got into a routine of checking pubic hair. Both dick hair and butthole hair. Clark had hit puberty hard! His pubic area looked more like a grass lawn with the way it was growing in. I had to go back to the ranch to help build some of the horse stalls. I was a better welder than my dad and he knew it. My bedroom out there was good enough shape to let me sleep there for a few days. I thought I was going to stay there until school started back up but I bitched about not going to work out at the school, so when I finished welding, I got to go back. And it was an embarrassing trip. My aunt, the librarian had come out to see the new remodeling and to visit. She offered to take me back to town. I was forced to take a shower before getting in her car. I threw on a t-shirt and just gym shorts. I fell asleep in the car on the way. I woke up when we got to the traffic light and I felt cold air on my dick and balls. I looked down and at least two inches of my boner were poking out of the leg of my shorts. My aunt would have had a perfect view of it. I immediately shifted to hide it. I had to tuck my dick head under the waist band of my shorts. It was still sticking out but my belly kind of hid it. She never said anything to me but I'm pretty sure I heard her tell my mom about it. Just another comment about a reason why I didn't like my room. Another aunt, my dad's sister was just a little older than me. She was staying with us for a little while and I got kicked out of my room. I was probably 10 at the time. I slept on the old couch. It would have been good because I could watch TV late at night but they all complained about the noise. It was one day when my aunt accused me of putting a snake in my room so that it would scare her. She was sure it was a rattlesnake with huge fangs and mean looking eyes. I didn't put ANY snake in my room. Although, I wasn't going to argue that there could have been a snake in there. But it wasn't a rattlesnake. My response was mean. She and I didn't get along that well and now she was accusing me of something that threatened her life. Just BS! I said something like "Eat Shit and Die, you bitch!" My dad did not like that at all! He grabbed me by the arm and lifted me up. I remember thinking as my body cleared the floor, "I didn't know I could fly!" That thought passed very quickly as my dad pulled off, or really ripped off my underwear. It just disappeared. And he put me over his lap and swatted my ass with his big ranch hardened hand. That was the hardest I had ever been swatted and it was beyond stinging. It hurt enough that I tried to wiggle out. All that did was put my junk in the target zone. I just didn't think it through at all. My dad got madder and said "OK, if you want it on that side!" And he slapped right on my balls and dick. I saw stars! I lost my breath. The pain was like getting hit by electricity (or a cattle hot shot) in my balls. My dad realized that was a little too much and my swatting stopped. I just crumpled to the floor. My dad was getting mad when he kept telling me to get to my room and I was just not moving. I finally did move, holding onto my balls I made it to the bathroom. I threw up, I was afraid my balls would come up through my mouth! I also had to shit but I couldn't sit on the toilet. It hurt for a week. The handprint bruises lasted longer. Anyway, back to the story.