Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2016 02:04:06 -0400
From: r1nl8@hushmail.com
Subject: Seventh Grade Part 7

Seventh Grade Part 7

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June, 2016

Saturday morning the gym was quiet.

Allowing the crowd plenty of time for the meds to wear off, the Counselors
waited until 11 a.m. to sound the wake up alarm. It wasn't like a church
bell going off; only a simple non-descript tune to wake them up gently.

A bit before the alarm sounded, however, Thomas and Paco were awake and
pulled the Coach and Counselor aside to discuss the frail kid named Leon,
and found out that he was basically an orphan; the school did their best to
take care of him, but he mostly slept on the streets. If fact, they were
surprised he had even shown up for the long weekend. They figured he had
only come for the food. Ultimately the truth was found out. No wonder
Leon's father was unknown. He had been mostly absent the whole time.

Thomas made his mind at that very second. He was taking Leon home with him,
to provide a loving and healthy environment for the abused boy. No matter
the cost, Thomas was not concerned. He could hide the boy if necessary.

As everyone rambled about, waking up, the group of college-aged kids
appeared again, wearing only short aprons, and worked their way throughout
the groups, offering coffee to the adults, and milk or juice to the
boys. They disappeared as quickly as they had arrived.

Less than a half hour later, the Coach walked onto the small stage.

"Good Morning, Gentlemen!" he began. "Breakfast will be served now. The
boys you saw earlier are preparing right now. The Buffet in front of this
stage will be filled in a moment. Please enjoy your breakfast and a little
leisure time. The bathrooms will be closed for maintenance in one hour, so
please line up and take care of your business. Return here for your
breakfast buffet"

The Coach exited, stage left, and the men and boys headed to the bathrooms.

With the buffet set up, 10 young men, 18 to 20 years old, entered the gym,
all holding trays of food. Once the buffet was in place, they all removed
their aprons before they served the guests, proudly exposing themselves for
all to see.

Still having morning erections, most all men and boys went through the line
checking out the servers. One server had a big thick patch of brown pubes,
and his balls hung unbelievably low. Keith, in particular, could not look
away. The boy's shaft wasn't that long, but he had a huge mushroom head
that even his ample foreskin could barely cover. Keith was fascinated by
his whole package, and didn't realize he might have been staring. When he
looked up, the boy was smiling at him, and looking down at Keith's rock
hard skinny erection.

The boy winked. Keith turned bright red from his face to his belly
button. Lowering his head, he mumbled "thanks" to the hot boy, looking back
occasionally as he proceeded down the line.

A small built boy named Chad was serving up pancakes, waffles and
omelets. The black haired boy had no chest hair, but did possess a massive
patch of thick black pubic hair, and also under his arms. His thick looking
penis hung down several inches over his loose sac. Not big balls, just
average, but the sac was nearly smooth. Chad was hot, and Keith and his
clan recognized it. In fact, when Leon glanced behind him, Chris looked
dreamy eyed staring at Chad. Keith smiled, looking at his friends' little
penis at full attention, and Chad was giving Chris (and Leon) a sweet
smile.

After breakfast there was a 30-minute break before the Coach took to the
microphone again, calling everyone's attention. The time had come for the
day's activities to begin.

When the instructions were given, they were even more shocking than those
before.

He explained that the men were to partner with their sons in a singular
line. After some scrambling around and rearranging, all the men stood, as
demanded, with their son's facing them.

"Boys, spread your legs a bit. Men, reach down between your sons' legs and
cup their testicles in your hands. Fondle amply so you are familiar with
the growth and size of your subject. Also you should start making final
judgements about their pubic hair growth, if any. This is the last day,
after all, that any of your boy's will have hair down there, until it grows
back. By tonight all of the boys will be completely bald around their penis
and anus."

There was an audible gasp in the crowd, but it didn't matter. They all knew
they had come too far to back out.

By this point there was no such thing as shyness or embarrassment with any
of the boys or men, so the adults dutifully reached down, trying to take a
quick inventory of the genital growth of their boy's. To be sure, erections
followed, and they were held tightly but they were not important. Mostly,
both groups wondered what was coming up next.

The new duos, each man with his boy, were directed to a different series of
rooms with private lavatories. There, in small individual stalls, were new
and loaded enema bags hung from one side of the wall. Each boy had to lay
over the lap of his father. Legs spread to allow an unobstructed view of
the tight young rectums, each man inserted the tube into their boys. Some
of the men would gently put a dab of lotion on the tight young rectums,
others would just stick the narrow tube with no concern for the feelings of
the kid. As the boys felt more and more discomfort, some would try to
soothe, and others seemed to enjoy causing the pain.

The end result, however, was the same. The men would hold the buttocks of
their boys as long as possible, then let them sit on the toilet and
release. They were forced to completely empty their young charges although
there were many protests and tears from the boys. With a bit of soapy
cleaning around the anus, all was perfect.

Once back in the gym, the men and their boys took a look around. This time,
there was a comfortable looking lounger in the front, and blankets circling
it for all to relax and observe whatever was going to happen.

Coach Baldwin entered and reiterated the story he had told the men on the
first day. Everyone would start out the same, and there would be no
secrets. This would guarantee a more secure and fair beginning for all the
boys.

The kids were confused, but after the last few days, were willing to do
just about anything.

"Now," the Coach said, "I will call each man and his boy to the front, one
duo at a time. The men will sit in this chair, the boy will sit on this
lap."

The first duo called up was a man named Dave and his son Corey, a chubby
boy with scant pubic hair, a tightly wrinkled scrotum, no discernible
balls, and a barely visible cock. He nervously sat down on his dad's lap.

"Just like this set," Coach Baldwin said, "all of you will masturbate your
sons to ejaculation. Some may be dry, that is ok. But we will know for the
future. And with our monthly exams we will know very quickly when dry
orgasms turn to wet ones."

Dave was shocked, but he knew he had no choice if he was to keep his son in
the school. He made Corey comfortable on his lap, and grasped the little
head with two fingers, trying to pull it up and down to make it
erect. Eventually, he used his other hand to reach under his son and finger
the boy's anus, then reaching up to gently fondle the young boy's testicles
hidden in a tight scrotum.

It worked. Soon Corey sprouted a short but proud erection a bit less than
three inches long. As his dad hastened the stroke, and fingered his son
more quickly in and out, Corey began to groan and everyone knew he was
about to cum. Even his dad was surprised when he squirted out two decent
sized drops onto his boys' chubby belly.

Dave grinned proudly, Corey thought he was the happiest boy alive, and the
crowd gave out congratulations. They were all then required to walk by to
see exactly the culmination of the exercise. Once done, Dave and Corey were
more excited than anything to be off of display.

On and on the day went, one man after the next jacking off his son. Some
small ones, some larger ones, some small ones with hair, some larger ones
without. Larger nuts, smaller nuts. There was no rhyme or reason why one
boy could spit out liquid and another wasn't there yet. But it was
beautiful, seeing a full range of boyhood.

Chris was dry but ecstatic, Keith shot only two times but one hit above his
belly button, Pedro shot three, one reaching his neck, another his nipple,
and the last on his short dense black pubes. Leon seemed to enjoy it the
most. He groaned and moaned, begging his Dad to stop jacking his cock, then
finally exploding in a masterful blast of four solid bursts of thick boycum
to his chest, stomach, groin and the last down his Dads' fingers. The other
men and boys actually clapped and shouted upon the site of the red pubes
drenched in Leon's sperm.

So far it had been a very long day. Hours had passed between breakfast, the
forced enemas, and the masturbation of the boys. Finally, there was a nap
time, and everyone took advantage.

Before the Saturday night call, Keith poked at his Uncle yet again to wake
him up.

Thomas, mumbling, said, "Huh? What's up this time son?"

"Leon," he said, "We haven't seen him since breakfast."

"But he was there for the masturbation," I said.

"No he wasn't. He has disappeared. He wasn't here for our first nap. We are
worried about him. Please Uncle Thomas, you are the only one that can help
- and Pedro says his father will help too."

"Calm down son, we will find him."

Keith loved when his Uncle called his 'son.' No one ever said that to
him. He went to Pedro and told him that his Uncle and Mr Paco were on the
hunt. Both boys felt better, but still worried where Leon was and what he
might be going through. Nap time was coming up again, so all the guys had
to return to their prescribed locations, and pretend nothing had happened.

Keith was terribly worried about Leon, having not seen him since early that
morning. Still, he swore to himself that he would rescue Leon, wherever he
was.

Everyone was sent to nap, and apparently the Headmaster had figured a
better way to be sure all were sedated. The entire group fell asleep
quickly, and the Coach began preparations for the final dinner, served by
the naked college boys, and the final exercise - pubic and underarm hair
elimination. He hated to see young hair growth, and finally he had a chance
to see it eliminated, and then grow back again over the school year. He
would call boys into his office to check out genital growth; make them sit
in his lap while he masturbated them; even make all students spend the
entire school day naked - admiring them all, secretly of course.

Hours later, the sun was setting as the guys were waking up for dinner and
the last exercise of the weekend.

For this final dinner, there would be no buffet. The college boys would
serve the participants, obviously leaving their aprons behind. As they
began to load dishes to serve to the boys and young men, the Coach was on
the microphone.

"As you are served, if you or more importantly your sons, wish to take a
closer examination of your servers, they are ready and willing to
accommodate you. You may explore their bodies in depth, from any
angle. With that, please boys, proceed to serve our guests."

Initially no boy would explore the boys they most wanted to see and
feel. Sooner or later though, the less shy took the lead.

When one of the older boys was leaning over to serve, many times a
fascinated boy took the opportunity to reach over and fondle the server's
testicles. Many would reach over and spread the cheeks of the cute young
men, curious to check out the hair growth around the kid's tight
rectums. They were allowed to touch, fondle and take their time examining
before the young men could move on to the next guest.

Smiling, the cute young men of all penis sizes, maturity of body hair, and
ability to withhold their own erections, did their best to accommodate
their 'customers' and allow them to touch and fondle, finding the
experience as erotic as the young boys checking them out. Chad, the brown
haired server Chris had admired earlier, even took his time to lean over
and play with the thin erection in front of him, allowing Chris plenty of
time to feel the thick hairs down his crack. Leaning down, he sucked on the
boys rock hard cock for a minute before standing back up to continue his
work. Chris blushed bright red.

After lunch was served, the men took their own boys to their sleeping
spaces. They all needed a nap before the final night could begin, and each
boy needed to be close to his favorite older male.

"Are you ok, Keith?" Thomas whispered, holding his nephew close, still
unsure how his nephew was dealing with this wild weekend.

"mmnmm, yessir," Keith murmured, almost asleep. "This is the best time ever
. . . I love you Dad, uh I mean Uncle . . ." He spooned closer into Thomas,
who wrapped him up tight in his arms.

"I love you too son."

They, like the rest of those in the now darkened gym, drifted off into a
blissful sleep.