Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 01:43:32 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Young-But Daily Growing-Part 17

Young-But Daily Growing-Part 17

By Eff Del



We are never more perfectly human than when we recognize we have committed
an offense and seek to make an honest restitution.

An unfortunate aspect of our nature though, will often cause us to
attribute more significance to our transgressions than are actually
perceived by a generally forgiving world.

Inevitably, we will seek absolution via a chastisement that in actuality
exceeds the magnitude of the infraction itself.

This need or desire to "make right our wrongs", is the very essence of what
we call honor and yet this action of penance for sin does not in truth gain
us any real moral nobility. It simply sustains our inherent quest for
goodness.

Honor is a grace we are born with. It is part of our chi; integral with our
soul.

We can never earn honor. We can only lose it.

The laughter and general cacophony of young voices filled the air as
perceptibly as the smoke and aroma of the cooking meat.

The day was golden, the sky an almost blinding cloudless blue; the air
welcomingly warm and the atmosphere decidedly celebratory.

The big table on the patio was occupied by cadre of pre-pubescent boys
sharing camaraderie, joy and triumph as only these most magical of heaven's
creatures are capable of doing

"How is it possible that seven little guys can eat so much?" a mystified
but smiling John asked as he filled another platter with hamburgers fresh
off the grille.

I just shook my head and with as serious face as I could muster replied;

"I don't know. I Suspect it is one of those deep secrets of nature that
science has yet to unravel."

I watched as Walter plopped another helping of barbeque beans onto the
upheld plate of a smiling brown haired 12 year old who was back for his
third helping by my informal reckoning.

The County Swim season had ended very successfully for the Deer Run
Athletic Club Division Four Boys Team.

More trophy's, medals and ribbons had been brought home than by any
previous team in the long history of the Club.

The core of the team; the so called "Seven Samurai" had all garnered their
share of the treasure and had each qualified to move on to the Regional
Matches which would begin next week.

In celebration, Sean was hosting a sleepover movie/swimming party for his
six friends and team mates.

I had followed through on my idea from weeks ago and had obtained copies of
the original classic Japanese movie as well as the American western remake;
"The Magnificent Seven".

Although I'd heard rumors that such a version existed, I had been unable to
locate a copy of "Seven Samurai" with dubbed English dialogue and therefore
had to settle on a version with sub-titles.

My original concern in this regard proved to be well founded.

Although my memory and admiration of the movie remained intact, to a group
of 11-12 year old boys, it proved to be less than a smashing success.

I realized that it wasn't just the subtitles.  To new young eyes, the film
sadly came across as corny and in many places boring.

All of the genius and innovation that had made it such an international
phenomenon in 1954 has been copied with such frequency that today, if seen
for the first time; much of the movie seems trite and commonplace.

The boys, including Sean, were unimpressed and, (I was fairly certain)
bored by it.

There was enough violence to elicit occasional hoots and hollers from the
pint sized critics lounging lazily on the plush seats in the media room but
more frequently, jokes, giggles and lots of pre-teen quasi Japanese
gibberish were the sounds that overrode the movie soundtrack.

When the movie was finished, I was assured by each sincere faced little
cherub that they had really enjoyed the movie and the consensus was that it
had been "REALLY Coool!" and "REALLY great!"

I muttered "bullshit" under my breath and sent them all out onto the vast
grassy area out back with a soccer ball while John, Walter and I grilled
hamburgers and set up for lunch.

Doctor Swaim had been invited to participate as well be he excused himself
under the premise that he was at a critical point in the latest chapter of
the new book he was writing.

Sean didn't seem terribly upset that he wasn't making an appearance at
this; his first social event and I suspected this was because he wasn't
quite ready to share his own private wizard with his friends.

Never show your full hand until you've been called...the kid will make a good
poker player someday.

Given the choice of viewing the next movie or swimming, the vote for
swimming was unanimous.

In a way this surprised me considering these boys were a swim team and I
would have almost expected them to choose anything over more time in a
pool.

Upon further consideration I realized that this was probably why these
seven were such extraordinary swimmers-their mutual love of swimming and
being in the water in general.

Although recent scientific research had proven it to be unnecessary and in
fact an old wives tale, I still insisted upon the old "wait 30 minutes
after eating before going in the water".

This afforded Sean the opportunity to conduct a tour of the mansion for his
guests.

We had previously discussed this possibility and had let him know that no
part of the residence was off limits with the exception of my bedroom.

He understood without my having to tell him that the bedtime portion of our
relationship was a private issue between us.

"His" room which he used essentially only as a place to do homework and
play the occasional video game, was to be shown as his bed room and without
lying, he would let his guests assume what would be normal to assume.

I'd had the solarium furniture cleared or rearranged and seven air
mattresses and sleeping bags were laid out there for the actual sleepover.

I'd also had a large screen TV and video game system moved in because I
suspected very little sleep was going to take place that night.

When the tour was complete, a very proud Sean returned to the patio with
his entourage. I received several little boy compliments on my home and the
consensus seemed to be that Joyous Gaurde was "way cool".

"Can we go swimming now Eric?" asked Sean with a group behind him staring
at me in anticipation.

"Absolutely. You guys go get into your suits and I'll meet you down at the
pool in a few minutes.

There was a round of youthful exclamations just a decibel or so lower than
a cheer and they were off in a flash.

I headed upstairs to get into a pair of trunks. I despise the currently
fashionable knee length "shorts" that are being called swimwear these days
and I refuse to wear them.

As I was changing I looked wistfully at the bed realizing that this would
be the first night in a very long time that I would be sleeping alone.

I wondered if this was in some way indicative of the direction my
relationship was taking and if so...I wondered how I felt about that.

I decided not to involve myself in such potentially morose speculation
right now.

This was Sean's weekend to enjoy. I would be happy just knowing he was
getting such pleasure from it.

They were all waiting at poolside for me doing their best not to be too
overt in their display of youthful impatience.

The variety of swimwear was interesting. I realized that this was the first
time I was seeing Sean in one of his Strothers swim trunks that we'd
purchased on his first full day here.

Like everything else he wore, he looked great in them. They showed off his
wonderful legs brilliantly and the light blue material formed around his
marvelous ass perfectly.

Two of the other boys wore trunks similar to his while two others had
simply brought their team speedos. The remaining two sadly wore brightly
patterned loose fitting knee length board shorts.

I gave the group an intense visual inspection as they stood at the deep end
of the pool by the diving board. They were as beautiful as they were
diverse and my eyes just drank them in.

"It's ok guys, I'm here you can go in now!" I shouted with a smile.

Rather than jump in as I expected, they all crowded around Sean speaking
very softly. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying to each other
but I did pick up on;

"Go ahead"  "Ask him" "See if he'll let us"

Sean parted from the group and walked down the length of the pool to where
I was standing. He was obviously nervous and uncertain about approaching me
with what apparently a very important question.

I decided to try and make it easier for him.

"What's up Sean? Is there a problem I can help with?"

"Uhhm well, ahhh Eric...see, I kinda told the guys that we swim ahhh naked a
lot and I was errr WE was uhmm we WERE wondering if it would be ok if we
did that today."

Sean never "played" me like some kids have learned to manipulate adults and
so this question was sincere and difficult.

He knew this request was stretching the informal rules that existed between
us and he was honestly not certain what my reaction or answer was going to
be.

I don't know what I'd thought he was going to ask, but this certainly
wasn't it. I know I must have looked a bit silly with surprise.

I looked down at him and he's fixed me in the gaze of his beautiful eyes,
patiently but anxiously waiting for my answer.

Encouraged by the fact that I hadn't responded negatively as soon as the
question was posed, the other six boys had gathered around waiting for an
answer.

Emboldened by my silence a few spoke up;

"Pleeeese Mr. Turner?"

"Can we Mr. T? It'll be soooo fun!"

"Yeah Mr. T can we pleeeeze?"

I ran the idea around in my head and the only problem I saw was the very
reall possibility of some pissed off parents and I told them so.

It was Buddy the speedo clad 12 year old breast stroke champion who spoke
up;

"It'll be ok Mr. T we won't tell nobody that you let us and besides most of
our parents won't care as long as we're not doing it with girls around."

This elicited a chorus of agreement and not a few chuckles as well.

I made my decision.

"Well, if that's what you guys want to do and if you promise not to get me
in trouble, then I don't see why not. I certainly think it's the best way
to swim and I..."

I don't think they were listening past "why not". The pool area echoed with
a loud chorus of "YES!" and almost instantly swimwear was being peeled off
and six naked boys were lined up at the diving board.

Sean grabbed my hand and squeezing it tightly said softly;

"Thanks Eric. You're the best fun."

It was only as I glanced down at him that I realized that he had somehow
become as naked as his pint sized compadres.

They were at the end of the pool laughing and wise cracking totally
unashamed or self-conscious at being naked in front of each other or me-a
relatively strange man.

I pulled a lounge chair closer to the edge of the pool and sat down to
enjoy the view taking detailed mental snap shots as I looked at each boy.

Buddy the 12 year old had wavy brown hair, dark eyes and a serious face. He
stood about 5 feet tall which made him the tallest of the group. His
shoulders and chest gave a clear indication that the breast stroke was his
preferred event. His flaccid cock hung down at about three and a half
inches and his ass could have been a dictionary illustration for the term
"bubble butt".

Rico was 11 years old and about the same height as Sean. He was stockier
than Sean and like my boy seemed incapable of standing still. His hair,
worn close cut, was as black as Sean's but his eyes were a dark brown. His
full lips framed flashing white teeth.

His parents had been refugees from El Salvador during the dark days of the
Sandinistas and they had made quite a success for themselves here in the
USA.

His pubic area had a sparse smattering of little hairs that were only
visible because they were so dark.

I guessed his dick to be about 3 inches and his ass looked tight and
muscular. Unlike the other six boys, his copper colored skin gave no hint
of tan lines even at his ass. (I wondered a bit at this).

Matty was 12 years old and the second tallest of the group. He stood about
half an inch shorter than Buddy but because he was so thin and lanky, he
gave the impression of being taller.  His hair worn shaggy and medium
length was the color of wheat growing in a Midwestern field and his bangs
came down and almost covered his pale blue eyes.

He was the "super dick" of the group sporting a tool that hung down a good
four inches over an almost man sized ball sack. The base of his cock
already had a respectable growth of light toned hair.

He had oversized hands and feet indicating that he was about to have a
significant growth spurt.

Mike was also 12 years old but was not yet as developed as Buddy or Matty.

He was only a tad taller than Sean (perhaps 4 feet 7 inches) and looked to
be almost delicately slender. Had he been a girl, he would have been
described a "willowy".

This slenderness displayed the nicely formed muscles in his arms and legs
delightfully.

Like all of the boys except Rico, he wore his muddy blonde hair stylishly
long.

His eyes were grey and complimented by long dark lashes that contrasted
with his much lighter hair giving him an almost exotic look.

His body was as smooth and hairless as Sean's. His cock looked to be about
the same length though a bit thinner than Sean's.

Bulldog was 12 and it required no imagination to figure out how he got his
nickname. To look at him you would have pegged him for a wrestler or even a
football player but you'd never have guessed he was such a powerhouse at
the back stroke.

He stood about 4 feet 10 inches tall and was very well muscled for a boy
his age. His shoulders were so well muscled that from the back he almost
seemed to have no neck. His chest was also well developed and the muscles
on his arms and legs would not have looked out of place on an athletic 14
year old.

He was another boy waiting for a growth spurt to bring his body closer to
perfect proportion but having said that, he was certainly pleasant to look
at as he was.

His hair was an almost white surfer blond and the strands seemed super
fine.

His hazel eyes twinkled constantly brightening an otherwise serious but
extremely handsome face.

His ass was round and solid.

He had a dark well filled bush of pubic hair at the base of his short fat
cock and his body was otherwise hairless.

Charlie was one of the three 11 year olds and the smallest of the bunch at
about 4 foot 3 inches tall with a slight build and a cherubic face he
looked more like a young 10 year old than his actual age.

With shaggy dusty brown hair and ocean blue eyes, this little guy always
had a mischievous grin on his face.

His body, slender but not in the least bit skinny seemed taught and wired
at all times like a compressed spring waiting to be released.

His body was totally hairless, his cock was like a child's and his ass was
only slightly rounded.

He looked like someone's delightful imagining of a forest elf...all he needed
was a set of gossamer wings and pointy tips on his ears to complete the
picture.

Despite his size and very youthful appearance, Charlie was thus far
unbeatable at the 50 meter butterfly.

While Sean outshone the rest in my eyes, I still noted contently that this
was as fine looking a group of boys as I had ever seen and they were a pure
delight to gaze upon.

All of these pictures and observations were registered in my mind as one by
one these sleek nude cherubs took their turn on the diving board and sliced
neatly as knife blades into the water.

I realized that my own cock had become as rigid and hard as a steel pole
and I became glad of the built in supporter in my swim trunks.

After they had each done several laps of the pool they abandoned their
usual regimented, disciplined protocols and resorted to normal little boy
horse play.

The laughs, shrieks and squeals of delight rang against the tile walls of
the pool room and the tangles of water slick youthful skin produced an
alluring spectacle. I realized with a degree of selfish pleasure that I was
the sole beneficiary.

I don't know how long I sat there just enjoying show before I became aware
that youthful calls were being directed at me.

"Mr. T, Mr. T...come in and toss us! Sean says you're great at it!"

It was Rico being the instigator this time, but almost at once he was
joined by the chorus;

"Yeah Mr. Tucker!" "Come on Mr. Tucker!"

I smiled, giving a small waive of acknowledgment and jumped into the water
amid a round of cheers.

I had briefly considered shucking off my own trunks but quickly decided
that a show of adult discretion was required and I left them on with no
little regret.

One by one I launched each boy out of the water and up into the air tossing
them as far as I could. At least four of these kids was noticeably heavier
than Sean but not too heavy for me to thrown them far enough to provoke
whoops of happy pleasure.

In the process I had my own enjoyment as I handled seven naked little butts
and the occasional "accidental" brush with various little penises.

This lasted about 25 minutes and I was pretty much exhausted when I set
them all to doing six laps each and then off to the showers.

As they climbed out of the pool almost in unison I caught bits of
conversation aimed at Sean more or less informing him that he was the
"luckiest guy in the world".

As I watched seven adorable little asses wiggle their way into the lock
room I speculated privately that I might actually be the luckiest person in
the world right now.

Walter and the staff had removed four leafs from the big table in the
formal dining room as we had decided to really put on a show for Sean's
guests.

The table in its currently modified state was still quite big and easily
accommodated the six boys with Sean and I sitting at the opposing ends of
the table.

Martha had asked Sean what he would like served at this his first diner
party and without hesitation he had replied Spaghetti Carbora with tiramisu
for desert.

This selection didn't surprise me at all and we adults further conspired to
impress Sean's friends by having dinner served by two members of the staff
in formal attire.

By the time the meal was finished the admiring looks and comments directed
at Sean made me very pleased for him.

Not surprisingly, Sean himself did not gloat or put on any airs but seemed
to simply enjoy the fact that his friends were having a good time at his
party.

Pretension was foreign to Sean's personality.

After dinner the gang returned to the media room for the screening of "The
Magnificent Seven".

This film was more to their liking and it became obvious from the
spontaneous noises and reactions that they were all enjoying the classic
western.

When the movie was concluded I guided the entire group into the solarium to
get them settled in for the night.

I'd had a snack station set up in one corner with tons of chips, pretzels
and other goodies and an electric ice chest was filled with soda and fruit
juice.

Assuming my role as the "grown-up in charge", I instructed them to choose
their sleeping bags and get ready for bed.

With a minimum of tussle or hassle, individual space was claimed and to my
absolute surprise, there wasn't a pair of pajamas to be seen. All of these
boys it seemed slept in their underpants or had at least chosen to do so
tonight.

While I surreptitiously scanned the little beauties I chuckled to myself
thinking that of all of them, Sean would be the only one overdressed for
bed this evening.

This little joke stopped being so amusing when I remembered that I would be
sleeping alone.

I announced that I would be imposing a lights out curfew at 11:00 and got
only minor static. I gathered this was significantly past most of their
normal bed times so this seemed quite generous to them.

As I headed for the door, the nearly naked boys crowded around the game
control consoles hunkering down to enjoy their extended evening.

Just as I stepped out into the hall, I felt a pair of small arms wrap
around me.

I turned in the embrace and looked down into smiling blue/green eyes.  He
pulled himself tightly against me and rubbed his cheek against my chest.

"Thanks Eric. Thanks for everything. This is the first party I ever had and
it's so fun. I...well I...YOU'RE my best friend I've ever had Eric. Nite, see
you in the mornin'."

He reached up and pulled me down and kissed me, smiled and then turned and
scampered back into the room to join his friends.

I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes were misting as I wandered down the
hall into the library.

I was thinking to myself "He ALMOST said `I love you' this time...at least
that's what it sounded like."

Walking to the wet bar in the corner I threw 2 ice cubes into a tumbler and
filled it with whisky.

"First one today." I thought rather proudly as I settled into an
overstuffed arm chair and opened my new Nate Mentor novel.

Two drinks and a hundred pages later I realized it was time to head down
and declare lights out.

I wasn't entirely surprised to discover that two of my "Samurai" were
already tucked into their sleeping bags and at least two of the remaining
five seemed to be struggling to keep their eyes open.

I was greeted with smiles and yawns as I shepherded them into their bags.

I moved to the control panel on the wall and lowered the room lighting down
to a faint orange glow not unlike that issued from the embers of a dying
campfire.

"Does everybody know where the bathrooms are if you need them?"

I received a chorus of affirmative responses.

"Ok guys, it won't get any darker in here than it is now so you shouldn't
get disoriented at night. All of you sleep well ok?"

Again, they responded with OKs and goodnights and I walked back down to the
library figuring to give them a half hour to settle in before I checked on
them one last time before heading up to my room.

I finished one final drink and about fifteen pages in my novel before
heading back down the hall.

As I approached the door of the solarium the low orange glow spilled out
onto the hall carpet. As I got closer I was certain that I could hear young
voices speaking very softly.

I couldn't make out what was being said until I had just about stepped into
the room.

"Oh shit Matty...that must have shot 2 feet in the air!" there was a chorus
of muffled giggles.

"Man, I wish I could shoot already but it still feels good just doing it!"
Sounds of agreement filled the room.

"We should have a race and you guys that can't cum yet...shit we'll trust
you OK?"

There was rustling as I assumed all seven boys were getting stretched out
comfortably and then a voice;

"Ready? GO!"

This was followed at once by the unmistakable sound of flesh rapidly
slapping flesh.

"A genuine circle jerk." I grinned to myself "I'd love to stick around and
see who wins but it's really none of my business."

The sound of fleshy pounding was soon joined by various little boy moans
and sighs as I stepped out of the room and headed down the hall to the
elevator.

In the morning, I ran the seven boys through the showers in the locker room
which was the only bathroom that could accommodate them all at the same
time.

I had considered trying to fit them in my shower but rejected the idea as
being more trouble than it could possibly be worth.

In the dining room, Martha was in her glory serving out mountains of
pancakes and glasses of milk and juice.

It was a spectacular race between Martha's cooking skills against seven
voracious little boy appetites.

In the end, it was Martha that won when Bulldog was the last of the boys to
declare he couldn't eat another bite.

Without embarrassment, Sean had greeted her first thing with his typical
hugs and kisses.

When breakfast was finished however, six additional little boys stood in
line to take a turn at hugging her and thanking her for breakfast and
dinner last night.

She was beaming and her face was flushed as red as an apple.

The boys gathered their things together and one by one thanked me for the
party. I assured them that I'd enjoyed having them and that we would most
certainly be doing it again.

The final touch came when we loaded the boys into the limo and with Sean
sitting up front with him, John dropped each of the boys home.

I knew Sean would be hearing about this for a long time.

Later that afternoon, I was at my desk in the study going over a report I
wanted to discuss with Uncle Phil Monday morning. I hadn't seen Sean for
about an hour and I assumed that he was up in his room working on some
project for the professor. I was applying my yellow hi-liter quite
liberally to the text of the report when I sensed more than saw someone
standing in the doorway.

I looked up and it was Sean.

It took me a few seconds to realize that his was trembling and his face was
white as a ghost.

In his hands he held some pieces of a brassy material that I vaguely felt I
should recognize and there were tears in his eyes.

I looked at him and arched an eyebrow in query.

"Sean?"

"I...I...I didn't mean to do it.  I'm sooooo s-s-sorry Eric.  Pppleese don't
send me back to the NEST early. Pleeeese let me stay for the whole
contract. I'll do anything Eric!"

"Sean, what's the matter? What are you talking about?" I'd risen quickly
from my chair and was hurrying across the room toward him.

He held his hands filled with the strangely familiar metallic stuff to me;

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it b...but...

I broke Kyle's State Championship Trophy!"

(To be continued)

Next time Sean will propose his own restitution.

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