Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 20:37:32 -0600
From: Kenny Santoria <argosylight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cold Beaches 5

Cold Beaches part 5   Kevin and his teachings
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I'm not even sure why I was hanging with Kevin so much but it seemed like I
was at his house quite a bit.  I had to be driven over there, way too far to
ride my bike.  His house was fairly centrally located for the other kids I
hung out with from the company.  He did have the best pool in the family
too.

There was a night that Kevin and I were at the bowling alley.  It was just a
good place for kids our age to hang out at.  There really wasn't anything
for kids to do. Older kids would cruise certain roads.  But if you were in
middle/junior high school, or even high school and not driving, the bowling
alleys and certain fast food drive-ins were our meeting places.  The bowling
alley didn't have much of a sense of humor that night and they sent us
packing.

We went on home to Kevin's house.  His brother was having a sleep-over with
kids from his soccer team.  When we got there, the boys had already been
fed, had ice cream and were supposed to be camping out in their play room.
The play room was a great room, it was about double the size of a bedroom
and opened up to the pool.  In the right weather, you could open up all the
French doors to the pool and close off the rest of the house and have a big
outdoor room.

We settled into Kevin's room, just watching TV, and probably smoking a
little weed.  We heard giggles and then we were mooned by a couple of the
boys.  A little later, one boy appeared at the door and slapped his dick up
and down and then ran away.  That was followed my two boys marching, naked,
through the room, up and over a bed, and out again, in a single file line,
not acknowledging our presence, or at least trying real hard to ignore us.

If they wanted us involved, they got it.  Kevin and I went into the play
room.  I'd never heard that many boys scream like girls in my life.  I
blamed it on soccer, not a real sport like football or baseball.  In the
room was Kevin's little brother Craig and six of his friends.  I don't think
I can really remember any of those boys' names today.  They were all in
nothing but underwear.  Just white briefs, nothing fancy at all.  All little
white boys, 9 or 10 years old.  All about the same size, a few with a little
baby fat around their middles and cheeks.  They actually resembled monkeys
the way they could bounce around the room with spritely agility.  And to
pick out a single non-cute boy was impossible.

Kevin started to hold court.  We told them that we thought it was funny with
them coming in his room and he guessed correctly that it was a T or D game.
Kevin and I commandeered the two bean bag chairs and the boys sat on their
sleeping bags before us like an audience.  For several minutes, Kevin told
them some stories, most filled with BS.

I'm not sure how the subject got turned to puberty but it did get serious at
that point.  Kevin described how each other their dicks would start getting
bigger and covered in hair.  He told them all to feel the size of their
balls.  He had seven boys reaching into their underwear to feel their own
balls.  Some really enjoyed it!  He asked if any had any hair down there.
Craig tried to claim he had some but Kevin backhanded him in the balls and
called his lie.

Kevin told them how their balls would get huge, their dicks grow long and be
able to get hard, and then be able to make "baby batter".  Most said that
they were getting hard already, Kevin agreed but said it didn't matter until
they got big enough.  And that is when he started having me do some
demonstration.   He did pull his dick out but he was really pointing to
mine.  Kevin and I were standing in front of these boys with our hard-ons
out and showing our balls and hair.  They were studying my dick hard.  Kevin
was as much a teacher as any I had ever had.

Kevin went a little farther than I was comfortable with.  He even admitted
it later that he was trying to get me to jerk off in front of them all.  I
wasn't quite ready for that.  I turned his attention to the boys.  He told
them how to jerk.  He had them pull on their dicks with their hands still in
their underwear.  I had a hard time trying not to laugh as I saw seven pairs
of white briefs pounding up and down.

I told Kevin that I wasn't sure if they were all hard enough to really make
it work.  Kevin agreed and we decided we really needed to inspect their
equipment.  I had Craig stand up in front of me and pull the front of his
underwear down.  I started to feel like the doctor doing sports physicals.
I was staring at his little 3 inch hard-on.  It stuck out straight in front
of him, the head seemed to be perfectly formed, about half of his shaft was
pink from being cut.  I could see a little bit of blonde fuzz above his
dick.  He had a little bit of a belly and it put a small roll of fat that
made a crease right above his dick.

I used two fingers and a thumb to feel if it was hard enough.  I looked up
at Craig and I got the biggest smile I have ever seen.  I don't know how he
felt right then but I felt a single contraction go through my own dick.  He
was hard enough, I know that.

Kevin told the others to get up for us to check.  Craig moved over in front
of Kevin.  Kevin just swatted at Craig's dick and said he had seen it too
many times.  I got to feel each and every little dick.  All very hard.  Some
not much more than a nub.  No hair on any of them.  All cut.  The balls were
all pretty different though.  One boy had a sack that hung about as low as
mine.  We asked him if he always had it that long and he just kept saying
that he didn't know.  All the boys had to look.  He did have a nice sized
dick too, about 3 inches and thin.

After that inspection.  Kevin told them they should go ahead and try to jerk
off.  And it wasn't good enough just to pull down their underwear, he made
them take it all off and put it in a pile in front of them.  I know he was
expecting them to shoot cum on the pile.  It was an actual circle jerk.
Some went slow, others tore it up.  Kevin told them that when they were old
enough and did it the right way, they would cum.  He said they would
definitely know if and when it happened.

One boy had five or six orgasms, all very fake.  He had seen his bother
jerking and tried to imitate the climax.  He was faking it within 20 seconds
of jerking.  Then the others, he would lean back like he was worn out.

The boys were swapping hands, sneaking a feel from each other, and generally
enjoying it.  I really wanted to pull mine out and join in.  Craig asked
what it was supposed to feel like.  I couldn't help it, I told him to come
to me.  I got him in front of me, sitting against my boner.  I licked my
fingers, and tasted the various dicks that I had just touched.  It was just
short little strokes.  Craig was giggling hard and the other boys were
watching us as much as jerking their own.  When I put a third finger into
the grip, it started to bang his balls, and it made a difference in how
Craig was reacting.  He started leaning back against me.  No longer pinching
his legs closed but spreading them wide.  His head rested on my neck and it
was like he gave himself to me.

I looked at the boys and most of them were still stroking but slowly, and
all of them were watching us.  Kevin was rubbing his hard-on and watching
and nodding to me.  He liked what he saw.

Craig started holding his breath, breathing in short gulps.  When his legs
lifted up and his body stiffened and flinched, I knew he was having a dry
cum.  They say his eyes even rolled back in his head.  I was just watching
his dick get very red, almost purple.  I expected to see some actual cum, at
least some kind of liquid even if there wasn't sperm in it.  I let Craig
relax, my hand was still on his balls, petting them gently as he rested on
me.  He was one big smile.

If Kevin had suggested that I jerk off and show them right then, I would
have. Instead, he was ready to go back to his room and jerk.  I put Craig
down in the middle of the boys and we went back to his room.

We did jerk, it was only the third time that Kevin and I had done it, the
first time was with a group and I didn't even see him do it.  We smoked a
little, laughed about what we just did, and jerked.  We each had a lungful
of smoke as we orgasmed.  Holding the smoke and holding the cum made both
much more effective.

Craig's soccer team really didn't do too good that year, but they had fun
the rest of the season.