Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 19:35:46 EDT
From: CoachDad4yngr@aol.com
Subject: Memories of Years Past - Old School Part 2

This is the usual disclaimer that if you're going to get all bent out of
shape reading about an adult male and teen male together, then don't bother
reading any further.  Move on with your life and allow me to move on with
mine.  Thanks for your expected cooperation.

NOTE: All these tales I tell are true.  They've brought many great memories
recalling them and I hope they bring as much pleasure to you.  You can
check out other memories of mine under "A Rich Tale".

Memories of Years Past - Old School Part 2

     If you read Part 1 to this series you'd understand I had many innocent
occurrences during my teens and twenties.  The old school I used to attend
enabled me to have many of these memories, some while coaching there and
others while working for the recreation department in my town.  To better
understand the layout of the school and specifically the recreation
building, please go back and read the first chapter.
     The experience with that 8th grader, Tim, was just one of many I
recall from being in that archaic building.  One of my favorite things to
do was to be able to close on Saturdays.  That allowed me to ask some of
the local kids to hang around and we'd play basketball, nerf football,
ping-pong or pool.....then inevitably we'd head down to the basement where
we'd partake in my favorite activity, skinny-dipping in the pool!!
     Two of the regular neighborhood kids who'd always want to stay on
Saturdays were Steve and Ronny.  Steve was 16 at the time with a
semi-stocky, short build.  He had very light blond hair which I loved and
he was as smooth as a new-born babies bottom.  Even at 16 he had just pubic
hair, slight hair in his pits and faint hair on his legs.  Ronny was 14
when we first started this and he was as cute as a button.  He had a medium
to slightly slender build with light brown hair and, being just 14, very
smooth also.
     Normally Ronny, Steve and I would go work up a good sweat in the gym
for about an hour then head down to the dank, ancient, smelly lockerroom.
We loved it.....hahaha.  We'd strip right down to birthday suits, rinse off
in the shower and I'd unlock the door to the pool and off we'd go.  We were
like little kids horsing around in the water, splashing each other,
wrestling and just having fun.  We knew we enjoyed being naked in front of
each other.  Whether they were thinking anything else I never truly knew.
One of my common moves was to pick them up out of the water as I was much
bigger and stronger than they were.  It was the maneuver which allowed me
free close-up peeks at their essentials and it was all I could do to keep
from springing full boners as their warm bodies were tight against mine.
My cock would often be rubbing up against their backs and other parts as I
cradled them in my arms and then would throw them in the air back into the
water.
     Occasionally, we'd have others there as well.  There was Rich and
Sean, both 15.  Sean also had played baseball for me at the school and he
was more mature physically than most that came with us, but he was a solid
bodied athlete and I loved looking at him in the buff.  One year we had a
buddy of Steve and Ronny named Donnie.  Donnie had just moved to another
town and was visiting.  He had those beautiful blue, sleepy, bedroom eyes
and a lean, firm body.  Even though he was 15 I was happy to discover he
had started puberty late and had just a trace of pubic hair on his 6'
frame.  It was surprising and exciting at the same time.  A year later
Donnie was visiting again and he came to the Saturday evening rec center
activities again.  This time when we hit showers on our way to the pool I
was shocked and thrilled to see how much Donnie had matured down there.
Instead of that soft, tiny two inch cutie, Donnie now had a full 5" soft
and full frock of hair around the base.  It was beautiful to just observe.
     Observing the locals in the showers or lockerroom while changing was a
common occurrence and I got to know many of them quite intimately in that
respect. There was another friend of Steve and Ronnie, Jeff, who didn't
frequent the place often, but one night he did and I caught him in the
shower when I went down to let the pool people know it was time to close
up.  Jeff was very small in stature and had dirty blond hair.  He was 15 at
the time and still hadn't grown much in the three or so years I'd known
him.  As I walked through the walkway toward the pool I heard the shower
running and didn't think much of it at first.  I glanced over into the
showers (I know, a bad habit, right?...haha) and there was Jeff facing
outward from a shower head on the wall and rinsing his hair off.  His arms
were extended up to his head and I had a full view of his beautiful body
and to my utter amazement he didn't have the first indication of puberty
over his entire body!  He looked as smooth as the day he was born.  I
sprung one on the spot and simply said hi to him.
     One other thrilling moment was one evening when several of the kids
were hanging out in the gym during an free gym time and I was just talking
with some and horsing around with others.  This one boy, Brian, who had not
hit his 14th birthday as of yet, decided he was going to be a smartass and
snuck up behind me.  He grabbed my gym shorts and pulled them partway down
as the kids started laughing.  I figured this was my chance to get Brian
good.....in only one way of course....I had to do the same to him!
     I chased Brian toward the gym doors and followed him out to the
stairwell leading up to the running track.  He was yelling the entire time
like a little girl...."No! No!  Don't!"  He ran out on to the track where I
chased him around it once and he finally slipped and I caught his arm.
Still screaming like a wounded puppy I pulled him to the floor of the track
and began grabbing at his shorts.  He yelled even more, "No!  I'm sorry!  I
didn't mean it!!"
     I got hold of those shorts and now was determined to take advantage of
the situation.  Brian kept trying to push my hands away but my grip was too
strong and down they came along with his underwear.  His smooth skin now
exposed to me and also his boyish tools lay so softly between his legs.
They were in my view and I almost couldn't take my eyes off of them.  His
very slight bush of hair made me realize he hadn't started too many months
earlier.  I finally released my hold on Brian and his shorts as he
scrambled to pull them back up while some of the other kids had run up to
the track and were watching intently and laughing at Brian.  He promised
he'd never do it again. But I was thinking I'd love for him to do it as
often as he wanted....hahaha.

     There are many more of these types of stories from my early years and
will share them with you as I get time.  I hope you enjoyed this one and
hope to hear from you.