9/19/2017

A Fill-in Post

I was bored......

Perfect Browsing height

Waitin' for a Back-rub
A Roving Camper
Gap Kid



Colorful and quite proud

Off to the tree house....Who was next??

Scheming a late night tent attack


Nnn- Gah!!





OZ SLSC Kids ( Life saving drills)


Under Construction

Tickle Tickle......
Pre Work-out Stretching
Chiquito NO estas malo!!!



9/11/2017

The Bedtime Floor Show

I'm sure there are quite a few of us who remember the Action Hero undies from our youth or perhaps a young guy we've known romping around with super powers from his incredibly fun and invicible undies.
See a reader's comment below.


Regarding the story about the Laundry boy in his Super Hero attire, those undies are the cat's meow! Along with the happy young gentleman wearing them, of course.


 Not telling any who-when or where's, but once I was at camp with a lil' dude wearing similar briefs while wrestling with some older boys in the cabin. Every time he bent forward or leaned in certain ways, the fly of the undies puckered open. Then his little peter popped out of the escape hatch! You can imagine a collar hold from behind brings about a protruding belly and other certain dangly things. Even his attempts at a round-house ejected the prominent show peeper. Every time he would just tuck it back in, and keep rough-housing. Finally the Counselor told him to put on a pair of shorts. Ruined the show.

Anonymous

8/28/2017

Oops! I'm sorry!


The lady that cleans our office suite comes on Fridays.

 There are nice large restrooms on the first floor plus a couple of little cramped closet-size toilets upstairs. This morning I turned the knob and opened the door to the second-floor men's room. It was not locked so I was unprepared. As the door swung outwards, I found myself staring straight at the housekeeper's four-year-old son sitting on the toilet. And of course he was staring back at me.

 He is a handsome little dark-skinned dude with tight curly black hair. I immediately shut the door, muttering an embarrassed "Oops! I'm sorry!"

After about ten minutes I went back. By then the door was open and the room empty. But the memory of the little guy remains with me. He was sitting with his knees spread wide while wiggling his little circumcised peter with both hands. Very likely he was making a serious examination, wondering many things about the gift nature had bestowed on him.

Anonymous

8/27/2017

A Cheery Helper at the Game Shop



I was out shopping for a present for my cousin’s birthday.  He truly wanted this one video game, which I decided to get the game for him. I’m in the game store looking for the game but unable to find it. I was kneeling down on the floor looking at games near the bottom of the rack, when I looked up and there stood a young boy looking down at me. Politely he asked me if he could help me find a game. Once I got to my feet I asked him if he knew where I could find this particular game. I showed him the paper where I had written down the name of the game.

 I explained, it is my cousin’s birthday and this is the game he wants.He said, “Well it is in this other aisle. I will show you where it is.” and he took right to the game.He picked the game off the shelf and told me it is a fun game to play. I asked him if he has the game?

“No I do not have the game, but I have played it with one of my friends.” “It is a lot of fun to play... lots of challenges.”
He asked me if my cousin has very many games?
I replied “He has a few that I have bought for him.” “I do spoil him since his mom can't afford to buy him games.”
“I know how that is.” he told me.
I asked him if he has very many games?
“No I don't, I only get to buy used ones,  and old games that don't cost very much.”

I thanked him for his help. But also said, “I would have never found the game without your help.”
He reached out his hand and shook my hand firmly, and told me it was a pleasure helping me and talking to me.

I looked into his eyes, I could see a tear in his eye. I said it was a great pleasure visiting with you and thank you again for your help. He walked away. I grabbed two games off the shelve and went to the counter and paid for both of them. I asked the gentleman behind the counter if he knew that boy I was talking to?
 “Yes I do know him he comes from a single mom and they are probably very poor.” “ I give him games that no one else will play.” The man continued, “He is always very grateful and a polite kid.”

“How old is he?’ I asked the clerk.


“He is twelve years old.”

I placed one of the games on the counter, and said “I want you to give this game to him.” “He reminds me of my nephew.”

“He will be very surprised, and can I tell him who it is from.” Inquired the clerk.

“Just tell him it is from the man that he helped find the game he needed for his cousin’s birthday.” I nodded  as the man returned an earnest smile.

“In all the years that I have been in business, no one has ever done this for anyone.” “Your nephew must be a very special young man.”

My simple reply, “He sure was. I lost him in a car accident.”

Just then his mom came in calling for her boy. I knew it was his mom, I turned and walked away. I could over hear the gentleman telling her what i did. She looked at me,  smiled and wiped a tear from her face.

That young boy sure did make my day. Wherever he is, I thank him again for his sincere kindness affording me a great day.

7/09/2017

Fidgety Boys

Two boys in church today caught my eye. They were sitting near each other but they weren't together. Both looked to be about the same age, height, and build. My guess is that they'll be starting  7th grade in the fall.

 They both looked 13 to me, but maybe still late age 12. Neither had any noticeable signs of puberty yet (other than puffy round little backsides), but I remember I began wanking and shooting many months before my voice even started to change. So I was much more developed inside my clothes when I still looked just like these boys when I was fully dressed. I began to wonder if both of these boys have started 'doing it' yet. My guess is that probably they have, but if they haven't, it's going to happen real soon. Even perhaps now during summer vacation when they have a lot more free time on their hands (pun intended).


The one big difference between the two was that one of the boys was constantly fidgeting. He just couldn't sit or stand still. The other boy stood and sat very still and attentive throughout the entire service. I decided to watch and time just how long he was able to sit or stand without making major changes in body position, or touching his dad, or whatever. I watched him for about two minutes. His record was 7 seconds. That's how long he could sit still. The other boy, however, he stayed attentive and without any figiting for the entire 2 minutes I watched him. I began to feel sorry for the figit-boy's parents and teachers. (I'll admit that what first drew my attention to the first boy was that he had and was playing with a Figit Spinner. I soon learned why.) That figit-boy, once he matures a little more, I bet he'll be figiting with that new-found thing of his constantly, too.

Scott

7/04/2017

Target on Development

Yesterday in a big box store I saw a boy with his mom. He looked to be about 14, tall, but with a slim, slight build. Maybe 5'7", 125 lbs. He was wearing just a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. He was remarkably good looking, with an engaging smile and impeccable complexion. Not a zit or whisker or even an "upper lip dark shadow young teen mustache" on his very attractive face. Looking down past his tiny little butt I was shocked to see his legs from his knees to his ankles were already shockingly hairy! Not the fine little dark hairs lying flat against his legs like you'd expect for a boy his age, but loads of bushy long dark hair! His legs are already much hairier than mine were when I was in my 20's.

It made me realize that there was a lot more testosterone activity already going on all through his body than I'd expect for what appeared to be just an 8th or 9th grade boy.

Anonymous