Noisy Boys

We had a guest provide this story, I have to assume that perhaps English is not his native language. You guys will have to take the story as it was written, I can't offer any clarity on the event he saw. Hopefully he will see the post and help explain it a bit more.  

 One afternoon, I am merely sitting on a bench waiting for the ride to show up. Over one hundred feet away there is a kid, a teen, who’s making noise and gets this attend. He has a buddy to whom he says 'Sometimes they will give you something for your attention', to put it mild wise. He stares this way and has a nice crotch showing. His buddy goes away as no react comes from the bench. The other makes more noises, no hellos, just noises. He gets more eye attention. His mom shows up with the car and groceries and he helps attending. He looks much over the way to his target more than a few times. Bench man still awaits his ride and dares not reply nor respond. 

What can one do with such an offering, anyway? No thing. He climbs into the VW and off he goes with a last look before he gets in. What does he think he might get for his offering? Uh, what offering? One hundred feet away he notices a target. No not accurate in one sense. Bench man must go away, no matter, if and when. What does the boy see to excite him so? Rubbing his crotch to get this attendee for sure ! But What does he see to get him to be aware ? Never see him until his noises. [Ride comes soon after and target is off elsewhere.] Can not figure.



End of the Experiment

 I began this blog a few years ago as an experiment. The basic plan was to allow our readers to tell about any BS that uplifted their day. We had a moderate volume of responses through the history of the blog. I contributed the things that I felt carried some impact as well.

 A secondary benefit was realized when my primary Blog Out of the Shadows got nuked. Gladly many of our regular guests had linked this site as well, and we were able to notify many readers of the new OOTS4U site and URL. In more recent months I have created a OOTS mirror site serving as a standby blog, if the original OOTS4U  blog meets an unfortunate demise.

 However I now feel this blog has served it's purposes in experimentation, and I prefer to devote my efforts solely to OOTS4U. I will back-up the stories, and close this BS blog by the end of March 2018.

  I appreciate all who have visited and supported the efforts here, but I encourage you to continue visiting OOTS4U which has a somewhat similar format to this one perhaps less daring, but none the less it is my primary focus for blogging with stories of our boyhood.



Nervous Pair on the Nature Trail

 Whenever I went for a nature walk on one of the local trails, I always preferred to go alone. One day I was preparing to go on a short hike when my friend called saying he was bored. I told him that I was going on the trail knowing that he didn't like doing that but to my surprise he told me that he'd like to go.

I always went alone and I wish that I would have gone by myself that day too. I saw a once in a lifetime sight, two boys about 11 maybe 12 years old just off the trail just semi-hidden in the bushes with their pants down and arms moving fast. My friend was a little behind me, distracted by some graffiti on a rock and I hoped he wouldn't catch up as I slowly and quietly tried to get a closer look.

 Then as I got closer, my friend comes running up behind "OH SHIT!" and he startles the boys who immediately pull up their pants and start running while he yells out obscenities at them. I was so angry with him, there was no way I was looking to embarrass or scare the boys involved in their activity. If I had gone alone, I would have stood back, quietly. If they noticed me, I'd have done my best not to make them feel uncomfortable. My idiot friend though took it as an opportunity to yell out and make a big joke out of it.

I went back on that trail every single day around the same time for weeks hoping to see the boys again but I never did. My friend and I stopped hanging out and he wondered why I became so cold towards him. He ruined a once in a life time sight for me and I get mad thinking about it still to this day.



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Letters from the Underworld Part 4 Rory and the Pea(stalk)

If you recall from much prior letters (pre-XMAS), I'd mentioned a rather handsome little rugrat named Pea, whom I'd met many months ago in the courtyard of Underworld while I was eating lunch with Mary Lou one Saturday afternoon. I normally don't "see" or give the time of day to such young children, as they tend to be scatterbrained, noisy, and uninteresting to me on almost every level.

Our encounters since then have been random and aperiodic, and yet they are marked with unusual bits of conversation where he tells me how he remembers a shared event between us, or asks me if I remember some particular detail of a prior encounter. I think it's his way of intoning the imagined/remembered into some tangible reality, in the way ancient magicians used to believe that verbal chants gave the abstract a solid material form.

By way of reminder, this is the boy whose single mother radiated S-I-N-G-L-E M-O-M from a thousand paces the moment I saw her. To her credit, she didn't regard me as the Harbinger of Paedogeddon, but instead actually expressed her appreciation for my spending time with her son and playing with him.

So this past Friday (last week almost to the day), I'm walking out of the locker room area towards the front desk, and sure enough, Pea is there. He leaves his stash of chocolates to come over to me and nearly throws himself into my arms. He's too well trained or self aware to complete the motion, but its mere attempt was blissfully heartwarming all the same.

He leans against me, and as his right touches my left, he seems to almost melt into me, as if I were a warm pan and he were butter.

He wants to go swimming with me, but it's after 8PM (adult lap-swim time only) and he didn't bring his swimtrunks. Mother says "you should have remember to bring them". He then asks to be carried up onto my shoulders - it's now his favourite position to sit up there, nearly 7 feet in the air at his eye level.

I toss him up onto my shoulders with complete ease, and I usually do it with a bit of a rapid flourish, which never fails to elicit a squeal of delight from him, and I take him on a little tour of the hallways, which have all of these dangling superheroes in various poses. From his elevated perch, he can now reach them - so he's taken with "tagging" them as we walk by.

I hold him by the outside of the legs, which grip the back of my neck - mainly to ensure he doesn't slide off during any of his more elaborate reaches for various things. He'll do very deep bends to the sides, almost to the point where his head comes down to mine, or leans over my head directly, draping his hands down over the front of my shoulders.

As we go by the chocolates on the front desk counter [which is about four feet high], we play a bit of the "you give me one/I give you one" where I hand an unwrapped chocolate up to him, and he does the same for me. He likes the idea of giving me things, which seems a little unusual for someone of his age.

So after a couple of chocolates, I reach up and cup his ears and ask if he's ready to whack Superman a few more times. He tilts his head into my hands as if he wanted to melt into them. It's a curious sensation, really - there is a momentary stillness and gentle bonding as if there is some electro-chemical transfer between us and the energy flying from my hand to his face were also welding them together.

When I release his face, he bounces excitedly and declares he wants to "get" all of the Superman mobiles down the hallway. I half-trot/run up and down the hallway, marking a "run trajectory" and preparing him for the rapid-fire assault upon the paper "Men of Steel" arranged in a roughly straight line down the 16 foot corridor.

We play like this together for a good 20 minutes. Pea climbs down, and up, and down, and up. And finally, when I'm ready to go, he turns to me, grabs my hand and asks if I'll be back next Friday (which is now today) because he wants to go swimming with me this time and that he'll remember to bring his bathing suit. He seems happy with the answer and asks me my name.

As he's talking, Pea leans progressively more and more into my side, threatening to melt again.

Pea is very well made, and a handsome boy. And despite his youth and the simplicity of our interactions, he has a sweet personality which never fails to make me feel a bit better for having spent time with him, despite the foolishness of it all.

When Pea sees me, I am reminded of those dogs who wag their tails in delight upon seeing their beloved master so furiously, that their entire bodies precess with the momentum of the primary motion. His face explodes in a huge smile, he waves (or runs) towards me and lets out a boyish whoop of delight.

I daresay, how can anyone fail to smile at such a thing? All of this from rolling a ping-pong ball back and forth with him at a table, which led to bouncing it across the courtyard, which led to a sort of "hand-ball" version of ping-pong at the ping-pong table, and ended with his getting me to use one of his TMNTs as a "paddle" for it.

At some point, I'll probably give him The Special Gift, the gift I give to all boys of single mothers I come to know since my time in Denver. It's an earnest plea to his mother: allow her little boy to grow up strong and independent as he gets older, and to avoid emasculating him with motherly protectiveness which however well intentioned, can seriously thwart his healthy development into a fully functional man. I do this as an ex-son-of-a-single-mother myself, and I've never been slapped in the face yet.

Post Scriptum:
I saw Antonio this past Wednesday, but the lifeguard had roped me into a longish chat, so I didn't get to play with him. He's as smart-looking as ever, and his "standard" swim trunks are getting tight on him. He's a VERY handsome pre-teen boy in the classically Mexican light-mocha complexion moda. He and one of the men frequently at the Underworld who I dub (Mr Pervert) had repeatedly veered towards me during their roughhousing, with Mr. Pervert falling against my side during one particularly close pass.

I don't think Mr. Pervert is ready for the same sort of roughhousing that Alejandro or Pea enjoy, however.

It's with no small amount of disappointment that I've seen not a sign of Alejandro - it's possible he only comes on the weekends.

Until next time....




Toby Learns the Meaning of Giving

Continuation of  Two Trains for Toby

On the afternoon before the Model Train club meeting, Sam called me to ask me if I was going to be at the meeting. I am sure he wanted to remind me it was to be the initial night of Toby’s membership.

 “Of course I plan to be there.” I told him, “I wouldn’t miss it for anything”

I arrived a few minutes early like I usually do for the monthly meeting. It is held at the basement of the Hobby shop. It appeared that many of the 20 members were already present, and early like myself. Sam greeted me and thanked me for coming, although he does this for everyone that attends the meeting, he shook my hand with an earnest reception.

I sat towards the back of the room. When everyone chosen a seat, there was no one sat by me  What! do I stink or something? I thought to myself.  I took a shower before I came to the meeting. Just then, in walked Toby with his mom and his uncle. They all sat by me.
Toby sat right next to me and introduced me to his uncle and his mom. We greeted each other then took our seats

Toby’s Mom, Helen, said, “I want to thank you Jim for making my son very happy.”
I nodded to her and said

 “It is my pleasure.”

Toby faced his uncle and said
 “ Uncle Mike, this is Jim... he’s the nice man that bought me the train set.”

Mike stuck his hand out and we shook hands. He asked me why I did this for Toby?

 “Just because I wanted to” was all I said.

He looked me in the eye and smiled. Then he said, “That was very thoughtful of you to do such a nice deed.” “He now has everything he ever wanted in his Set-up, you sure did make him one happy boy.”
 “I am very pleased that he likes the trains.” “He is one nice young boy, he reminds me of someone...” I did not finish what I was going to say.

Mike just smiled and did not push me to finish what I was going to say.

Sam called the meeting to order, He opened with an introduction,
 “The first thing I want to say is, thank you all for coming.” “We have a new member that just joined the club.” “Toby come on up.”

Politely he asked, “Sir, can I bring my mom and uncle up with me?”

“Well yes you sure can bring them along with you.”

Sam asked Mom what her name was.
“I am Helen I want to thank you for letting Toby into your club.”

 “It is our pleasure to have him in our club.” Sam beamed.

Then Toby’s uncle said, “I am his uncle Mike, this is a very special night for all of us.”

Sam presented Toby his membership card. Which, Toby proudly accepted, and shook Sam's hand, thanking him. Sam asked Toby to say a little more, “Now, Toby you have to tell us all about your train lay out.”

  He spoke up quite clearly and announced, “The first train set I have is very small, it only has one engine, four cars and a tunnel that my uncle had made for the lay out.” “I always like coming into this store to look at all the trains and to play with Sam's trains in the basement.”
“I always hoped that someday I will have a train lay out just like this one.” “That some day came when I meet Jim.” “You see we met here, and we were just talking bout our trains, and I guess I told him what would make-up my ultimate lay-out, and well.... he made it happen for me.” “It was the best day of my life well almost the best day of my life.”

Sam introduced Helen and asked her if she would like to say something?
She stood and looked towards me, “Jim! we all know why you did this for Toby.” “Sam told us all about how you lost your nephew in a automobile accident.”:And thanks to your kindness, you have made my son a very happy boy.”

Sam looked at me as if he was inviting me up to say something. Then he motioned me to come-up front.

I stood and walked to the front, debating to myself what I should say. I was prepared to tell the whole room, but instead I looked only at Toby with his mom and uncle.

“First let me explain it to you how this all started.” “When Robbie was a little boy we would always go to town and pick a name or two off the Giving Tree.” “We would buy everything that was on that list” “But often, he would also pick out an extra toy for whomever the random kid was.”
I continued my story, “When he was killed in the automobile accident, every year I would go and pick a couple of names on a giving tree and buy everything on those kid’s lists, and a extra toy or two.” “Except this year when I meet your son in the store and he was so polite, then he shook my hand not only once but twice.” “It just reminded me so much of Robbie, and that is when, I decided that he needed the train set.”

Toby said, “You bought more than I showed you.”

All I could say was, “If you’re going to have a train lay-out, you have to have a good one with everything to go along with it.”

 Toby looked to his Mom, and smiled ear to ear. I reckon he knew the Giving Tree had bloomed a handsome gift for him to enjoy.

Helen gave me hug and thanked me and told me how much he appreciated what I had done for her boy. Toby had tears in his eyes and thanked me again for everything. He is a treasured soul, and I am quite proud to tell about him.

Farm Boy