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NEW SHOES
Chapter 1
"Hey, Jan. Check out these!"
"Wow! What’d you give for them! They’re rad! See these, Simon?"
"What about this lot!"
They were like a whirlwind! Three young lads, all around eleven or twelve years of age,
had swept into the shop and were crouched at the stack of new sneakers that had arrived
only yesterday and I had been getting ready for display. I watched from the other side of
the store as they excitedly looked through the pile, letting my eyes take in their
enchanting beauty. They were all in shorts and tee-shirts and sneakers, their legs long
and tanned, their bodies slim. Two were blonde and the other had dark brown hair. They
could have been brothers, but I guessed they were just school buddies. They were the sort
of boys I fantasised about and I looked at each of them as I slowly made my way over to
them.
Jan was the tallest and appeared the oldest of the three. He was a tousle-haired blonde, a
light smattering of freckles around his cheeks and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. His
body was just entering that awkward stage, no longer little boy and not yet adolescent ...
almost lanky but not in an ungainly or unattractive way. He was wearing baggy shorts that
did nothing to display his young body to advantage, but were considered 'trendy’ by
his age-group. They were certainly not designed by someone who appreciated young male
beauty. He had on a pair of battered sneakers that looked as though they were well past
their use-by date.
Simon was a really beautiful boy, dark hair cut short, dark brown eyes with long dark
lashes accenting them, smooth olive complexion and a mouth like Elvis without the sneer.
His body was beautifully proportioned, slim but quite muscular. He wore a tight
tee-shirt that showed off the contours of his shoulders, chest and belly and I could make
out the bumps of his nipples under the thin stretched material. He wore white shorts that
were short and tight, just as I liked them. He was squatting on his haunches in front of
the stack of shoes, his buttocks resting on his sneaker heels and my beath caught at the
sight. The shorts were stretched tightly across his buttocks and I could see the outline
of his underpants beneath them. There was also a nice little peaked bulge in his lap. His
legs were tanned and firm, slim ankles going into a pair of old Adidas sneakers worn
without socks. His were quite large, bending
underneath him, the sneakers gaping at the top as he knelt.
I had the feeling, looking at Simon, that he was aware of his beauty - that he wore his
clothes, and moved around, knowing he was being looked at and enjoying that attention; and
that he deliberately set out to increase that attention. While he was squatting there, he
looked over towards me and gave me a cheeky grin, catching me staring intently at him.
I blushed, but managed a smile and wink back at him. He gave a happy laugh and
looked back up at the third boy and made some remark. The third boy looked over in my
direction and smiled and I wondered what Simon had said to him.
The third boy was also blonde and appeared to be the youngest. He had a cute face, blue
eyes, button nose, full lips and a smooth complexion. He wore a Kidzone tee-shirt and a
pair of torn-leg denim shorts. His bare legs were the same creamy colour of his arms
and neck and appeared hairless. He was standing beside Simon facing towards me and I
noticed there was a rather nice little bulge in the front of his shorts as well; and I
felt myself stir as I wondered what treasures might be found within. He was also wearing
an old pair of Reeboks that looked scuffed and tired and a pair of sports socks.
"Can I help you guys?" I asked coming up to them. The closer I got to them, the
better they looked; and now, standing beside them, I felt slightly flustered to be near
such exciting young boys.
"We want to get some new sneakers," Jan said.
"Yeah. Like these, man," said the third boy, pointing to the Nikes on the stack.
"We’d never be able to afford those, Chris," Simon told him. His voice was
as beautiful as he was. "Would we, mister?" He turned his large brown eyes
towards me, a smile on his lips, an inflection in his voice which made me wonder whether
he was hinting at something. How badly did these kids want the shoes? And what would they
do to get them? Had he realised from my scrutiny of them that I might be prepared to
negotiate a deal? My penis stirred at the thought of the deal I would be prepared to make!
I acted as though everything was normal, though. "You never know," I told them.
"Why don’t I measure you and we’ll see?"
"Terrific," the boy I now knew was Chris said, plonking himself down on the
stool in front of him and starting to untie his shoelaces. I knelt in front of him and the
other two stood alongside us. By the time I had got my measuring tool from the compartment
under the shoe-stand, he had removed his sneakers and was sitting in his socks.
"I’ll need to measure your bare , Chris," I said, my hands
moving to the top of his sports socks. I slowly eased them down, one hand cupping his
heel, the other removing the socks. He had long , the tan line at the top of
his ankles a marked contrast to the whiteness of them. His bare legs were a golden tan and
devoid of hair and I couldn’t help but look at where they disappeared inside the leg
of his shorts. From there my eyes were automatically drawn to the bulge in his lap. I
glanced up at Chris and he was watching me looking at him, the same smile on his face that
he had had when Simon had made that earlier remark to him when he had caught me looking at
him. Again, I wondered whether they were a little more wordly-wise than one would expect
from boys their age.
I went back to concentrating on the task in hand - namely, measuring Chris’s .
I rested his left on my thigh as I took his right onto
the measuring plate. It was a habit I was in, enjoying the feel of naked
on me while I did my work, satisfying my desires unbeknown to the person I was serving. At
least so I thought. I brought the adjustable sections in to measure the length and width
of Chris’s right , my fingers feeling along its
length, touching his toes and wrapping around his warm heel. "Size eight and a
half," I said to him. "You’ve got big for a young lad. Let’s
check the other one."
I placed his right on my thigh and took hold of his
bare left .
As I moved it down towards the measuring device, I squeezed it gently in both hands,
letting my thumbs rub across the arched top. As I placed his into
the shaped plate, I drew my hands down its length and held his toes for a moment before
releasing him. He wriggled them when his was flat in the measuring device
as if telling me he liked what I did. My penis had begun to stiffen when I first put his
bare
on my thigh and held his other in my hands, and now it stretched inside my underpants. I
leaned over to measure him, the movement easing me into a more comfortable position. My
movement, however, also caused Chris’s toes to touch my chest and I thought he would
put his
down off my thigh, but, to my further pleasure, he left it there and even moved his toes
against me. I glanced up at him when I realised what he was doing and he was looking
straight at me, almost challenging me to do something. I did nothing, but inside I was
extremely excited by this young lad’s awareness of what was occurring between him and
me.
"It’s eight and a half, too," I said to him when I had brought the guages
in to touch his . "You’ve certainly got
a firm grip on the earth," I joked as I leaned back, resting my hand on his
bare .
"There’s a saying about the length of one’s ,"
Simon said with a smile, watching the proceedings with interest.
"And what would that be?" I commented, looking up at him, knowing full well what
he was referring to. "You look to have big as well."
He blushed and laughed, realising I knew what he was thinking of. The other boys twigged
as well and they all giggled. Chris stood up from the stool barefooted and began looking
through the stack of new sneakers for his size. Jan took his place in front of me.
The lowness of the stool and Jan’s tallness meant his knees were level with my face.
I couldn’t help but look up his legs as I leaned forward to undo the laces on his
shoes. His baggy shorts gaped wide and I could see up the insides of both thighs to his
groin. His skin was smooth and devoid of hair and I could just see the white edging of his
underpants and the side of the bulge in their crotch at the top of his thighs. I swallowed
nervously. Having these three youngsters all at the same time was a bit overwhelming. Jan
must have caught my glance at him because he suddenly brought his thighs together, thus
preventing me seeing further. I carried on untying his laces.
"Hey, Jud! Over here."
I looked up as the shop door slid open and Simon called out to the boy coming through. It
was another youngster about eleven years of age, obviously another member of this group.
He was shorter than the others, with dark curly hair neatly cut, blue eyes, a cheeky
looking face and nicely tanned skin. He was wearing a sports shirt and jeans and a newer
looking pair of cheap sneakers. He joined us and immediately began going through the
display of new shoes with Chris making little comments and whistles of appreciation as he
did so.
I turned back to Jan’s , sliding his sneakers off and
then began to unroll his socks. I pulled them slowly off his left heel, cupping it as I
had with Chris and gently massaging the solid ball of flesh as I went. I felt Jan tense up
slightly and guessed no one had ever shown such tenderness to his
before me. I gently removed his sock, uncovering a firm, well-shaped . His
skin was smooth and his was classic in proportion, his
toes tapering and the nails clean and trimmed. His big toe was in line with the inner edge
of his
and the other toes all ran parallel to it, a slight gap between the big and second toes. I
slid my hand beneath his and pressed my thumb along the
groove under his toes, massaging the ball of his as I moved it towards the
measuring plate. When I had placed it in position, I gently squeezed his
between both of my hands then proceeded to measure him. I could feel he had relaxed and
seemed to be starting to enjoy my attention.
"Size eight," I told him after adjusting the measures. "Slightly smaller
than your buddy. But a nice looking , though. Let’s do the other
one." Again, I placed his bare on my thigh and brought his other
over towards the measuring device. I was becoming very aroused handling these
youngsters’ and my penis was now almost
fully erect, fortunately concealed by the way I was kneeling and the constriction of my
underpants. I wondered what the boys would do if they knew, especially Simon and Chris.
Somehow, I didn’t think those two would mind. I thought, in fact, they might enjoy
the effect they were having on me.
I unpeeled the sock from Jan’s other , slowly uncovering the
wonderfully formed partner to the one on my thigh. They were identical. The same even
colour, the same classic shape, the same exquisitely formed straight toes. The nails were
as clean and cared for as the others and I couldn’t help but caress his as I
held it. His skin was slightly damp, the faint odor of his socks and sweat drifting up to
my nostrils. It took all my will-power to not press my face to him then and there.
Instead, I contented myself with inhaling deeply and taking my time in placing his down
to be measured. It was also a perfect size eight.
"Both done," I told him, letting my hands rest on his bare
and looking up at him. He had allowed his legs to open again and I couldn’t help but
glance up them again on the way up. This time, from the angle I was at and the way Jan was
sitting, I could see almost the entire front of his underpants and was certain I could see
the shape of his penis outlined in them . It was only a glimpse, but it appeared as though
Jan was semi-erect, his penis running up towards his hip, the pouch of his testicles
bulging his underpants below. The vision implanted on my brain like a photograph. My eyes
glanced up at Jan and he was just watching me, making no move this time to prevent my
looking at him. My hands were gently stroking his and I realised that the boy
was aware of what I was doing and liked it. I smiled at him and was rewarded with a smile
in return. My heart skipped a beat or two. He had a charming smile that lit his whole face
and I saw how good looking he really was. It seemed as though we shared something in that
exchange - something personal and just between us.
Then the moment ended and his attention went back to the shoes his friends were examining.
He removed his from my thigh and from under my
hands and stood up, his shorts just brushing me as he did so. As he turned, my face was
level with his groin and I had a vision again of what I had glimpsed moments before. A
plan was formulating in my head that might enable me to view those hidden treasures; and I
wondered whether I would have the nerve to put it into action.
Then Simon was sitting down in front of me and my attention was solely his. He was even
more gorgeous close-up, his tanned skin smooth and unblemished. He had a fine down on his
forearms, but his thighs were bare, the down starting on his calves again. Against his
white shorts, his legs were evenly bronzed. He was only wearing sneakers without socks and
he raised his left for me to take as soon as he was
seated. He looked at me cheekily. I winked at him and took hold of his . He
moved his other forward so it was between my
legs, directly beneath my groin as I knelt in front of him, only millemetres from touching
me. He certainly knew what he was doing and my penis erected fully in response.
I looked at his crotch as I began to ease his sneaker from his heel. His shorts were
stretched tight and he was outlined clearly within them, his rather small looking penis
running up his groin and his two testes making small bumps either side of the seam. My
hands shook slightly as I slowly removed his shoe, my eyes drawn downwards to see him
being exposed. The flesh on his was the same tanned colour as his
legs indicating he went without shoes most of the time. As I drew the sneaker slowly along
it, my hand cupped the ball of his , feeling the hardness of his sole
from his barefoot exploits; but the skin, although firm, wasn’t rough, as I had
expected it to be.
I drew the shoe off completely, letting my hand slide up and hold his ankle between my
thumb and fingers, gently stroking the groove between his heel and ankle bone. My other
hand went to his toes, feeling their flexibility and strength. I took each digit, one at a
time, between my fingers, massaging the ball of flesh beneath, letting my fingers convey
my appreciation of them by their tender ministrations. His toes were shorter than
Jan’s, the ends wedge shaped with blunt tips. His big toe was slightly longer than
its neighbour and was quite thick compared to the others. His nails were clean and neatly
trimmed, oval in shape and with a clear cuticle arc at their base. I ran my thumb over his
big toenail and it was silky smooth to my touch. I moved from one toe to the next, trying
to let the boy know how I felt about him while, at the same time, trying not to do
anything that might turn him or the others off me. So far, each of them seemed to enjoy my
attention. I gave each of his toes a gentle examination and massage before finally placing
his
into the measuring shoe and bringing the sliding blocks in against his big toe and the
bulge of its knuckle.
"A very nice seven and a half," I told him, cradling his bare in
my hands.
"I thought you’d be bigger than that," Chris said, looking at his friend.
He had been watching me measuring Simon. "You’re always telling us how big you
are." He laughed.
Simon blushed and I knew immediately what Chris was referring to.
I squeezed his reassuringly and smiled up at
him. "From what I can see you’ve got nothing to worry about there, son," I
said softly, just for him to hear - which made him blush even more. "I like
them around about your size," I added, deciding that it was time I started to hint at
what my intentions towards them were. My plan had crystallized as I had been measuring
Simon and I needed to set about creating the right environment for it to succeed.
Simon grinned his cheeky grin at my last comment and glanced up at Chris. They shared a
secret smile that only I noticed. Jan and Jud were still searching through the pile of new
shoes. I placed his bare on my thigh as I had the others,
and took his right up, beginning to ease his shoe
off. To my surprise, the boy moved his bare higher up my thigh until his toes
were resting along the length of my penis, which I had thought undiscernable under my
slacks. He pressed himself against me, letting me know that what he was doing was
very deliberate. I looked up at him and he was no longer smiling but had a bold, almost
challenging, look on his face. I answered him by leaning forward slightly, making the
contact between us even more firm, but turning my attention back to his .
This time I let him know how I felt. I slowly slid his sneaker off, my hands folding
around his bared and squeezing his firm flesh. I
stroked in the grooves around his ankle and massaged down under his heel, my fingers and
thumb pressing firmly against the toughened skin. Then I moved around to the top of his and
I manipulated his tendons and sinews with my fingers, gradually moving them down to his
toes. I spread each toe, running my fingers between each one, teasing along their length
and pressing my thumb up underneath them to press against the ball of his .
Simon watched intently as I worked upon his , wriggling his toes against me to
show his pleasure. He was also wriggling the toes of the
pressed against my organ and I was fully aroused.
Simon’s right was similarly tanned and shaped
like his left, his toes rather more stubby than I liked but well formed, the nails trimmed
and clean. There was a slightly moist feel to his skin from the sneakers and my fingers
slid around and between his toes quite smoothly. His smell was rather pleasant in spite of
the musty odour from his old shoes and I breathed in deeply while I fondled him.
"Are you going to measure me, too, mister?"
My intensifying pleasure was interrupted by Jud tapping me on the shoulder as he spoke. I
started and realised I had been getting carried away by the sensations being created by
the youngster before me. Simon must have been feeling the same intensity because he also
jumped when Jud spoke and jerked his out of my lap, sitting up
straighter on the stool and looking as though he was interested in me measuring his .
Feeling slightly flushed, I put Simon’s onto the measuring plate and
quickly took his statistics. Not surprisingly, the was the same size as its mate.
Reluctantly I let his go and he stood up, making room
for Jud to sit down. He then walked barefooted around the pile of new shoes and began
searching through them for a pair his size.
I looked at the last of the boys sitting before me, his clear blue eyes with their long
lashes holding my gaze steadily. He was as gorgeous looking as the other three, slim and
tanned and the shortest of the group. His body was well proportioned, though, from what I
could see. He was wearing jeans so I could only guess at what was hidden beneath them,
but, from what I could see, he would be delightful all over.
"Okay, buddy. Let’s have a look..." I said and I began to unlace his shoes.
He leaned over to undo the other and I smelled the freshly showered and powdered odour of
his young body. "Mmmm. You smell nice," I couldn’t help saying, our heads
close together. He didn’t respond but sat back after untying his lace and just looked
at me. I sensed a hint of wariness in his attitude and decided I would need to be cautious
with this boy. Now I was this close to him, I realised he was also the youngest of the
group and couldn’t have been older than ten. The similarity between him and Simon was
also more noticeable close up and I guessed they were probably brothers. How this would
affect my plan I had no idea. I hoped it wouldn’t spoil it.
I tugged Jud’s sneaker from his and began peeling the sports sock
off. I decided to do this more business-like than I had with the others as I didn’t
want to upset the youngster by moving too quickly. Once his was
bare, I held it in my hand lightly, feeling the softness of his pale skin. He obviously
didn’t go around barefoot anywhere near as much as Simon, his skin was too white and
the soles tender to my touch. I moved my thumb under the arch of his ,
gently sliding it across the moist skin and he flinched.
"I’m sorry," I said, holding my hand still and looking up at him.
"I’m ticklish," he said softly, as though it was something to be ashamed
of.
"Well I better take care, then, shouldn’t I?" I responded, making my
touch a little firmer. I was rewarded with a shy smile and I relaxed slightly. This might
be working out okay.
I only stroked the boy’s minimally, making my touch firm
and deliberate to prevent tickling him and he gradually relaxed. I measured his and
announced its size as six and a half. The others all stopped rummaging through the shoe
pile to look at him.
"Six and a half?" Jan queried. "You’re two sizes less than me."
"I reckon that’d be right," piped in Simon, grinning that wickedly cheeky
grin. "I’ve seen you both and I reckon that’s right."
We all knew what he was referring to and I smiled while both Jan and Jud tried to give him
an embarrassed punch on the arm. Chris laughed out loud as Simon ducked away. I carried on
attending to Jud and the others soon went back to selecting their shoes. I removed
Jud’s other sneaker, putting his bare on my thigh like I had done
previously, but expecting him to take it off straight away. The boy surprised me though
and left it there as I proceeded to strip the sock from his other .
Jud’s were smaller and more delicate
than the other three boys’, his toes finely boned and slender, in proportion to his .
His nails were slightly longer, but clean, the ends smooth. I felt the soft smoothness of
his skin and the tender underlying flesh, the veins and capillaries under his skin clearly
visible. I couldn’t help but wonder whether his penis would also have this almost
transparent covering. I gave Jud’s toes a gentle massage, keeping my touch firm,
though, to prevent a ticklish reaction from the boy. He seemed to also enjoy my attentions
and he watched as my fingers slipped in between and around each of his toes, paying
special attention to sliding between each toe and squeezing the flesh between them.
I then placed his in the measuring device and took
the measurements. Then, holding his again in my hand, I told him it
was the same size as his left .
"You are all normal," I said to the four of them. "Your
match. None of you has two different sizes or any bunyons or callouses requiring special
fittings, so you can pick any of the shoes in your size."
Jud removed his from my hand and the one from my
thigh and stood up, going barefooted over to join the others scrummaging through the pile.
Chris and Simon were clutching a box each and Jan was looking at the discarded boxes for
his size. In a few moments each of them stood before me with a new pair of Nike sneakers
in hand, a look of anticipation and excitement on their sweet faces.
"Hmmmm...." I said. "Let’s have a look at what you’ve
chosen."
I then proceeded to look in each box as they presented them to me, checking the price
marked for each pair of selected shoes. When I had finished, I looked at the four boys.
"You certainly know your shoes, guys. How come you’ve all picked the expensive
ones? I really don’t think you’ll be able to afford them." I saw the
disappointment immediately show on their faces.
"We’ve got $60.00 each," Simon said. "How much are they?"
"I’m afraid each of these is twice as much as that. You’ve all picked the
latest style ... and they all have in-built pumps. That bumps up the price."
"Aw..." Jud said, his bottom lip dropping. "I really wanted these. Maybe
mum will give us some more," he said to Simon.
"Nah. She said we had to stick to the budget," Simon told him, disappointment in
his voice. I now knew they were brothers.
"Yeah. My mum said the same," Jan said. "She moaned about giving me sixty
bucks; and only gave it when she knew your mum had given you both that much."
I let the four of them experience their disappointment for a few moments, standing back
and checking out the rest of the shop. We were the only ones in it at the moment. I put my
plan into action.
"I might be able to do a deal with you guys," I told them, just as they were
getting ready to put the boxes back on the pile. They all turned eagerly towards me.
"I don’t know how badly you want those shoes, but, if you accept my proposal,
I’ll give them to you for the sixty dollars you have. You can tell your mums they
were on special."
The boys all spoke at once, their eyes lighting up at the thought of getting those Nikes.
I raised my hands to quieten them down. "Okay, guys. I have a proposition for you.
But its all, or nothing. You all have to agree and all have to be involved or noone gets
the special deal." They all quietened down and looked at each other. I could see the
looks of awareness suddenly appear on Simon and Jan’s faces. They were the first to
realise that my offer more than likely involved something secret, something forbidden. Jan
became wary, but Simon looked excited.
"What do we have to do?" Jan asked, echoed by the others.
"Now this is just between us guys. Right?" They all nodded. "If you
don’t want to do what I am going to propose, that’s okay. You all just leave the
shoes until you can talk your mums into the extra money and no harm done. But. if you do
accept my proposal, you must keep it only between us. Promise?" Again they all
nodded, a little more warily this time. I took the plunge, my heart beating. "I want
you all to come back here after I close and do things for me." I stopped to let that
register with them.
"What sort of things?" Simon asked, taking the role of spokesman. He had a
slight grin touching his lips. I think he knew what was coming.
"I want to measure you," I said. "Down there." I pointed to
Simon’s bulge in his shorts. "I want you to undress and let me measure your
penis both when it is soft and when it is stiff. And I want you to do things with each
other and with me." I stopped and looked at them. They were all looking from one to
the other, all blushing, Jan and Jud especially looking embarrassed.
"You want to touch us down here?" Simon asked, touching himself. "When
we’ve got nothing on?" He grinned. "Sounds like fun." He turned to the
others. "What do you reckon? You game?"
Chris, blushing bright red, nodded to Simon. It was obvious he idolised the older boy and
would do anything he asked. "I’m game if you are," he said. "What
about you, Jan?"
"I don’t know," Jan said hesitantly. "What if he wants to hurt
us?" He spoke as though I wasn’t there.
"I would never hurt you guys. Ever. I love young boys too much," I said quickly.
"I like the look of you all and I’d like to see all of you. I would like to see
howWe can maybe fool around with each other for a bit but I certainly don’t want you
to do anything you don’t feel you want to. But you all have to be involved to get the
shoes."
"Come on, Jan. Jud’s going to join in, aren’t you, Jud?" Simon
cajoled. His little brother nodded and looked at me and blushed again.
Jan still hesitated, looking from one of his mates to the other. Chris and Simon were
getting a little frustrated. They wanted the shoes!
"Don’t be a spoilsport, Jan. We all have to do it or none of us gets the
shoes."
Jan looked down at the shoes he was holding, then up at me. I made no movement but stood
looking at each of the boys. "Okay," he finally said and the others all gave a
whoop and slapped him on the back. Then they all looked at me.
I smiled. "That’s great, guys. Give me the shoes and I’ll take them out the
back ready for you. I’ll close up at 12.30 so come around about one. Everyone will
have cleared the mall by then. And don’t tell anybody else. Okay?"
They all nodded and passed their shoeboxes to me. "See you at one o’clock
then," I said and headed for the storeroom, my heart racing, my penis hard. I watched
them leave the shop, imagining their lithe young bodies under their clothes. Only an hour
and a half to wait before I would be seeing if my imagination was correct.
Chapter 2
The rest of the morning seemed to drag by as I waited for closing time and
the return of the four young lads. Everytime I thought about what I planned to happen, my
stomach would give a flip of excitement and a tingling sensation flutter through my groin.
The
thought of being able to indulge my fantasies with them was so exciting I had to keep
pushing it to the back of my mind to enable me to carry on with my job until then. Finally
twelve thirty arrived and I bundled the last two customers out through the door and locked
up.
Only a half an hour to go! I busied myself with tidying up the shop and clearing the till
before
moving into the store-room to ensure everything was in readiness. Then it was one o'clock!
I waited nervously for the boys to arrive. A couple of minutes ticked slowly
by and I figured they'd chickened out. I was just resigning myself to the disappointment
when
there was a sharp rap on the door and I turned to see Simon and Chris standing there, Jan
and Jud behind them, looking in to the dim interior of the shop. I hurried over and opened
the
door and they came in.
"Glad to see you guys. I thought you'd chickened out," I said, ushering
them inside.
"Jud and I had to get our hair cut and it took a bit longer," Simon said and
I noticed the two brothers' hair was neatly trimmed and combed, making their faces look
even more angelic. If that was possible. "We aren't going to miss out on new shoes
like
those." The other boys all nodded agreement.
"Jan and Jud are a bit nervous," Chris said, looking at the two boys. "But
Simon and me talked them round, didn't we, Si?"
Jan blushed and gave him a punch on the arm. "We're okay. You were
the one going to chicken out."
"Was not," Chris began to argue but Simon checked him.
"I guess we're all a bit nervous." He turned to look at me. "You're not
going to make us do anything we don't want to, or do anything to hurt us, are you? And we
get the shoes we chose for cheap after? Right?" These statements were made as demands
rather than questions. Simon was obviously the leader of this pack.
"As I said this morning, guys, I just want you to undress and let me
measure your penises, both soft and stiff, then do some things to each other and maybe to
me. I really like young boys and, apart from maybe a little initial embarrassment, you
won't
be hurt in any way or have to do anything else you don't want to. I'm sure you guys will
really
like it, once you start. I reckon you all play with yourselves." I looked from one to
the other
and their eyes told me they did, even young Jud. "Maybe you already play with each
other."
Jan and Chris giggled at that. Simon and Jud just looked at each other and I immediately
knew they did. That would certainly make it easier for me. "I'd like to see you doing
it. And
you get the shoes for less than half price if you all do it."
I continued into the store-room and the boys all followed.
"Okay," I said closing the door when we were inside, the boys standing
in line in front of me, "Who's going to be first?"
They all looked a little nervous now that the time had come. This only
added to my excitement. They looked at each other, blushing, smiling or giggling. Chris
nudged Simon. "You go first," he prodded and the other boys nodded agreement.
"Okay. I'm not a chicken," he said as he took a step towards me.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his hands going to the waistband of his
white
shorts. The others moved around to watch, Chris giggling nervously.
"Nothing," I told him. "I'll undress you. You just stand there." I
knelt in
front of this delicious young boy and I felt myself stiffening as I reached out to take
hold of
the waist of his shorts. He stood still, hands on his hips. I slowly lowered his shorts,
feeling
the warmth of his skin as I brushed against it. My eyes were rivetted to the bare flesh
being
uncovered. His shorts were tight and hugged his hips and buttocks, pulling his underpants
down with them as I tugged them downwards. His smooth tight belly was exposed to me only
inches in front of my eyes, each pore in his skin clearly visible. A pale strip of skin
marked
his tan line, contrasting sharply with the copper colour of his belly. His underpants
caught on
the swell of his pubic bone, just above his penis, while his shorts slid to his ankles. I
had
decided that I needed to proceed smoothly and rather quickly to start with to not give the
boys any time to change their minds once we had begun. I could afford to take my time once
they realised there was no turning back. I was also rather glad Simon was first as I
thought
he would be the most amenable to my desires whereas Jan or even Chris might have
reacted adversely if they had been first. I think they were also glad Simon was first.
They all
giggled when his pants dropped and he was left standing in a scrunched up pair of
underpants that only accented the fleshy bundle within.
I hooked my fingers in the waist band of his underpants and lowered them,
letting them drop to join his shorts once his boyhood was exposed. I was aware of a couple
of
comments and some giggles from the watching trio, but Simon was unphased by them. He
stood proudly in front of me, making no move to hide himself from my gaze or that of his
friends.
I studied him, my mouth suddenly dry. He truly was beautiful. His genitals were
beautifully formed and perfectly proportioned for a boy his age. He was circumcised, his
glans a darker shade of pink than the curved shaft, a fold of skin below its flared rim.
His
testes hung freely below, their sac soft and stretched by their weight. They were about
the
size of bantam eggs and I guessed that Simon would be able to ejaculate. In fact the slit
in
his penis, only inches in front of me, appeared to be already slightly slick with his
juices.
There were also a couple of small fine hairs growing out of the fleshy bulge of his pubes,
either side of where his penis emerged, indicating him to be on the verge of maturing. The
skin across his belly, around his groin and down his legs was still very smooth and
hairless,
still that of a young boy.
I took the tape measure from around my neck. This was the moment! I
reached out towards that tender young stalk, my heart beginning to pound. All of the boys
watched in silence. Then I finally held it!
My thumb and forefinger took hold of that young boy shaft, feeling the spongy
softness of his private flesh and the heat emanating from it. There was also a firmness
inside, a smooth but bumpy texture to the organ beneath the skin that was at once so
familiar
to my fingers, yet so foreign and so exciting. I could feel the pressure building inside
as
Simon's penis slowly began to swell up and I quickly began to measure it while it was
still its
'soft' length, holding the end of the tape at his pubic mound and running it along the top
of his
curved boyhood to its tip.
"Eight centimetres," I said, my voice a little croaky. I cleared my throat and
looked up at him, leaving my fingers on him. "You have a beautiful looking penis,
Simon. Its
a lovely size soft like this." I began to softly rub the pink crown with the ball of
my thumb.
"Now let's see what happens..."
"You're getting a boner," Chris chortled and the three boys all looked as
Simon's penis began to stiffen under my ministrations. They began to make comment and
little whistles.
"You guys better knock it off," Simon growled, a slight breathlessness to his
voice making his words not too threatening and they all giggled again. His penis continued
to
grow as I began to rub around under the hardening shaft. It looked marvelous as it
stretched
itself towards me and I was only dimly aware of the byplay going on between the boys. I
concentrated on watching Simon swelling, the shaft lengthening and the glans becoming
fuller and shiny as it filled with blood. It rose until it was standing at an angle of
around
fortyfive degrees from his groin.
"Not bad," I said looking up at him. "You're going to be pretty big when
you
grow up, Simon." I looked back at his treasure and began to measure him with the
tape,
enjoying the spongy feel of his glans as I put the tape over his tender tip. There was a
slight
stickiness around his slit and I could see his belly moving in and out more quickly with
his
breathing as I touched him. He was enjoying my touches. Keeping hold of his crown, I put
the
tape back around my neck and lightly cupped his young testes, feeling their weight on my
palm. He jerked slightly as I did so and looked down at me.
"Twelve centimetres," I told him "You have grown half as long again as
when you were soft. That's pretty good." I was rewarded with that cheeky, knowing
grin.
"I'm a lot bigger than Jud," he said proudly, "But I reckon Jan's will be a
lot
bigger than me when he's stiff. He's much bigger than me soft, aren't you, Jan?"
Jan blushed, but nodded his head.
"You've looked at each other's, have you?" I asked, looking up at the taller
boy. "Maybe we'll do you next then, Jan. Okay?"
"I've seen him in the toilets, but we've never...you know...." Jan trailed off.
"Never touched each other?" I said for him. "We'll rectify that this
afternoon, I think." I smiled up at him, letting my fingers caress Simon's soft
scrotum, feeling
the testes slipping around inside. Jan blushed but kept his eyes on my hands. I slowly
withdrew them from Simon's genitals, allowing my fingers to run the length of his hard
penis
before reluctantly releasing him. Still on my knees I turned towards Jan and put my hands
on
his hips. My face was slightly below his waist.
I began to lower Jan's shorts. Chris and Jud moved in closer, Chris
coming to Jan's side while Jud moved in between Simon and Jan. I smiled when, out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Jud take hold of his brother's erection. Simon's reaction seemed
to
confirm my earlier thoughts that they looked at and played with each other quite
regularly, as
there was no hesitation or surprise from either of them. I don't think Jan or Chris
noticed ...
they were too intent on what I was doing.
I slid Jan's shorts below his hips, the bagginess of them allowing them to
slip easily over his body and they dropped to his ankles when I let them go. Jan was left
standing in his tee-shirt, which came to just below the waistband of his underpants, and a
pair
of pale yellow y-front underpants with white edging. He had a nice-sized bulge in the y.
He stood still, his hands by his sides. I slid my hands up his hips to the
waistband of his underpants and took hold. He moved his hands and I thought he was going
to stop me, but he took the bottom of his tee-shirt and raised it up over his belly,
bunching it
in the centre of his chest, exposing more of his slim body to us all. His belly was flat
and
tanned, his navel only a small indent in its centre. There was a thin line of short,
scattered
blonde hairs coming up from his underpants to his navel and I noticed similar hairs on the
insides of his thighs. Jan was definitely further along the path to puberty than Simon. He
was
looking down his body watching me, all signs of nervousness seeming to have gone. I slowly
eased his underpants down.
The flesh being uncovered was pale cream and the fine blonde hairs
became thicker as I reached his pubic ridge, although they were still only a light
sprinkling.
The base of his penis began to appear, a rather thick tube of flesh, a darker brown colour
than the rest of Jan's skin and softly wrinkled. I continued lowering his pants, my eyes
glued
to the increasing length of the boy as it was exposed. He certainly was bigger than Simon.
He looked to be almost as big as me. His scrotum hung behind his shaft and was fully
uncovered by the time the underpants released his penis. It swung slightly upwards towards
me as it came free and it took all my will-power to not lean forward to take it in my
mouth. I
realised my lips were apart already in anticipation. But I held back. It wasn't time yet.
I let Jan's underpants drop and he stood nude from the waist down in front
of us all. His penis was man-size, a long thick tube dangling from his developing pubes
and I
heard Jud go "Wow!" and Chris draw in his breath as they looked at it.
"Told you he was bigger than me," Simon commented wryly.
Jan was circumcised and his glans was rather short but wide, the rim
flared dramatically. It looked liked the head of a mushroom, a rather flat one at that,
and I
wondered what it would feel like in my mouth with its unusual shape. Hopefully I would get
to
find out. My fingers trembled slightly as I took the tape measure from around my neck and
touched its end to the young boy's lower belly, among the fine blonde hairs at the base of
his
soft flesh. I saw Jan's belly tighten and heard him draw in his breath as my fingers
touched
his private areas and my own excitement increased, if that was possible! I ran the tape
down
the flaccid organ, feeling it immediately begin to stiffen as my fingers touched lightly
down
each side of his flesh and over the flared rim to press the tape to the end of his penis.
The
glans swelled between my fingertips.
"Eleven and a half centimetres!" I exclaimed, surprised at this young
boy's size. "Almost as long as Simon's stiff one. You really are a big boy,
Jan."
"Wow! I've never seen one as big as that! Its even bigger than my
dad's" Chris said, leaning over to get a better look. It seemed as though initial
shyness and
inhibition was beginning to give way to curiosity and excitement. Chris reached out and
touched his friend's penis, his fingers trailing across the broad flared head. "The
end is really
wide, too. Mine's narrow and pointy." He took hold of Jan's hardening shaft.
"You're getting
stiff. Jeez! Its going to be huge!" He let go, his hand staying near the rising penis
though.
We all watched as Jan's penis began to stiffen. First the glans swelled,
the skin becoming smooth and shiny as it tightened, the flared rim becoming even more
pronounced. Then the shaft began to fill, the penis slowly straightening and beginning to
lift.
Jud still had hold of his brother's erection and I noticed he was gently rubbing his hand
backwards and forwards along its length. His other hand seemed to be drawn towards Jan's
rising boyhood. The little boy seemed to be very sexually advanced, seemed to have fewer
inhibitions than the older boys and I was positive he was used to pleasuring his brother.
Simon's hips moved slightly, almost unconsciously, as he pulled himself in and out of his
brother's hand while watching Jan becoming stiff. I didn't need to do anything but watch,
my
fingers still holding the tape against his pubic bone and the other end on the tip of his
firming
penis, allowing the tape to slide through my fingers as it lengthened. I could feel his
flesh
tightening as it rose.
Jan's boyhood continued to stiffen until it stood at right angles to his
body, a thick, solid rod of hard flesh with its red, mushroom head pointed straight at me.
The
slit in its end was large, almost the length of the the tip itself; and it glistened in
the light
indicating the presence of young boy fluids. His testes were now clearly visible, dangling
below the upraised erection. They were almost as big as my own, in proportion with his
large
penis, but still surprisingly large for a boy his age. I had no doubt he would be able to
ejaculate and I looked forward to witnessing that. His scrotum was completely smooth and
hairless, the skin translucent and the testicles inside visible to my eyes. They swayed
slightly
as he stood there, the left one hanging lower than the right, and I could feel his penis
twitching under my fingers. I think Jan was enjoying us looking at him.
I drew my eyes away from his testes and back to his penis. It was only
inches in front of me, pointed straight at my mouth. Again I had to quell the urge to lean
forward and take that unusually tempting glans into my mouth. I could almost feel its
smooth
fullness inside me. I looked at the tape measure instead.
"Just under sixteen centimetres, Jan. That's nearly as long as me!"
"Look at it!" exclaimed Jud. "Its a beauty! Are you bigger than that,
mister?"
The youngster reached out and touched the tip of Jan's organ between my fingers. Jan gave
a soft moan and I saw and felt his penis twitch.
"Yes. I am bigger than Jan. And my name is Gary, by the way," I answered,
removing the tape and putting it back around my neck.
Jud smiled at me cheekily. "Are we going to get to measure your's after
this? Gary?" The other boys all looked at him and then at me. This was the opening. I
thought they all looked as though they were prepared to take a few risks, to do some
things
this afternoon they had maybe only thought about whilst masturbating; and to get a new
pair
of super-cool shoes in the bargain!
"If you want," I told him, my hand curling around the head of Jan's penis
and over Jud's finger, squeezing them both slightly. "We'll do a bit more than that,
though, if
you want the shoes."
"We're game. Aren't we, guys?" Simon said, looking at the others. His voice
was slightly breathless. His brother was still rubbing his penis and I could see he was
leaking.
He was becoming very aroused. As was Jan. I noticed a bead of clear liquid form at the tip
of
his penis as I squeezed. This was getting better and better.
"Good," I responded, letting go of Jan. "We'll have a bit of fun, I
guarantee.
Who's next?" I looked up at Chris.
He blushed. "Er...I....Jud...." He looked around at the others.
"Go on, Chris. You were the one being so-o-o brave," Simon chided. The
other boys agreed.
Chris blushed and stammered even more and I smiled encouragingly up at
him, reaching out to take his denim-clad hips. "Its okay, Chris. I'd like to see
your's next," I
told him, my hand going to the front of his shorts and deftly undoing the brass button and
sliding the zip down. The boy jumped as my fingers grazed across the front of his groin
then
realised he had no option and acquiesced, his hands hanging by his side. His denim shorts
opened to expose a white pair of cotton bikini underpants. The skin above them was deeply
tanned and the contrast was quite beautiful. Without the button and zipper done up, his
shorts had no support and they dropped to his ankles, leaving him standing only in the
underpants and the Kidzone tee-shirt. The tee-shirt was very short, only coming to his
navel,
leaving a strip of smooth tanned skin exposed between its hem and the waistband of his
underpants. It was extremely erotic.
The soft fabric of the cotton undies did nothing to hide the treasures
beneath and I could see the outline of a rather small penis and the twin bumps of Chris's
testes in the pouch. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the underpants and slowly
lowered them, delighting in the slow uncovering of this youngster's delights. His lower
belly
and pubic bulge were completely hairless, smooth as pale silk, delicate veins visible
beneath
the fair skin. He, too, had a marked tan line, which I found extremely attractive, as it
highlighted the secrecy of the areas I was uncovering - the areas that were usually kept
hidden from others.
His penis popped out as I lowered the pants further and Chris gave a
small gasp and moved his hands as though to cover himself, checking them just before they
did so and putting them slowly back to his sides. I guessed now the reason why he had
become embarrassed. His penis was uncircumcised and was quite small, especially
compared to Simon and Jan. It was thin, the glans entirely covered by the foreskin and
protruding beyond it to make a wrinkled tube of skin. It curved only slightly downwards,
held
out by a tight scrotum filled with two testicles the size of pigeon's eggs. Chris had the
genitals
of a boy younger than he was and I guessed this was why he had suddenly become shy.
Maybe he hadn't realised it until he had seen his friends'. I knew I needed to reassure
him
that he was just fine. And he was. His genitals were beautiful.
"Just beautiful," I told him, looking up at his flushed face. "You are
formed
just like the classic statues, Chris. You could have been the model for most of the great
painters and sculptors."
He looked down at me, and I saw the expression on his face change from
one of nervous embarrassment to one of pleased interest. "Really?" he said,
looking at
himself. "But I'm much smaller..."
"It isn't size that is important, Chris. I like all sizes and all shapes. Your
individuality is what I like in all of you. Your penis is delightful. Let's see
now..." and I put the
tape measure along its length. "Five centimetres," I said, measuring to the tip
of the loose
foreskin, my finger and thumb holding the tape onto that tube of skin. "That's okay.
I really
love the way your foreskin sticks out over the end like this," I told him. "I
love doing this..."
and I gently pulled the foreskin out, stretching it off the end of his penis. Chris moaned
and
the other boys watched in fascination. The skin stretched almost two centimetres beyond
his
glans. I let it go slowly back, but kept hold of it between my thumb and index finger.
"You like that?" I asked him and he grunted a "Yes."
"How about I make you stiff and we'll see how much you grow." I said and
began to massage his glans under its covering, moving the foreskin over and around the
bulb beneath. I was quickly rewarded with a firming under my fingers. The loose skin slid
easily over the flesh beneath and I watched, along with the other boys, as Chris began to
lengthen. It was like watching a snail unfurling, the tube of soft skin gradually being
spread
wider as his penis engorged and the crimson glans began to emerge. It looked shiny and wet
as it extended, Chris's penis also rising upwards as it lengthened. I continued rubbing
his skin
as it tightened around the stiffening flesh until his penis finally stood almost vertical
from his
bare pubes. His testes were drawn up against his perinium, smooth bulges against his pale
flesh.
"Nearly ten centimetres, Chris. That's double your length. And you have
really thickened out. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about." I smiled up at the
boy. He
was now beaming with pride. I removed the tape measure and we all looked at him. His
penis erect was beautiful. The foreskin covered the rim of his glans, fitting tightly to
about
halfway between the bulging ridge and the red tip. His glans, with its slit spread open
slightly
by the tension of the tight foreskin, looked like a smooth eyeless fish head protruding
from its
cave. The smoothness along its entire length and the bulge of the partially hidden glans,
gave his penis the appearance of a young asparagus stalk. I touched the wrinkled skin of
his
tight scrotum, allowing my fingers to nudge each teste gently, feeling their slippery
movements inside the pouch in spite of their snugness. Chris's penis jerked in response
and
the boys all laughed.
"Step out of your pants, buddy, and move over by Jan and we'll measure up
young Jud," I said, lowering Chris's underpants, which were still around his thighs,
down his
smooth legs and helping remove them and his shorts. As he stepped out of them, I let my
head just brush against his erection and he jerked, grabbing my shoulders to steady
himself,
causing my face to press in to his groin, my mouth against his testes, his penis squashed
beside my nose. I was in heaven. The sweet, young-boy smell of him filled my senses, the
hot, hard rod of boy-flesh against my face, my eyes filled with the pale expanse of his
private
areas. I couldn't help but nuzzle into him, allowing my lips to close over the bump of his
teste
and giving it a quick swipe with my tongue before he broke contact. He didn't pull away,
though, but kept his hands on my shoulder and looked down at me. I winked up at him then
turned to put his clothing on the pile behind me with Simon and Jan's, breaking our
contact.
Reluctantly, it seemed, he moved aside to let Jud come in front of me.
The youngest lad had a smile on his face as he moved in front of me. He kept
hold of his brother's still-erect penis and looked at both Chris and Jan's erections
before
looking down at me. "I'm smaller than Chris," he said, "But it doesn't
bother me. Simon likes
me small, don't you Simon. I know I will get bigger when I grow up." And Jud
immediately
unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. When he straightened up, he
pulled up his tee-shirt, baring himself to us from his diaphragm to his knees and I was
confronted with the most delightful little bundle of genitalia right before my eyes. He
wasn't
wearing underpants and his bare skin was olive and smooth, paler where his bathers had
been and along the groove of his groin, but darker than the other boys. Jud's penis was
small
and nubby, a short stub of shaft with an apple shaped glans at its end. He was circumcised
and the scar of his circumcision formed a collar of wrinkled skin just behind the rim of
of his
glans. The glans itself was rounded and red, looking like a little shiny apple, the slit
in its end
quite large and appearing as though that was where the apple stalk had been removed.
Beneath this rather delicious looking morsel was a small, smooth sac of pale-tan skin
containing two little egg-shaped testicles, no bigger than pigeon eggs. Jud's scrotum was
loose, but still hung close to his body. The skin was delicate, smoothed by the weight of
the
little nuggets within stretching it downwards, and the tiny blood vessels inside
criss-crossed
the surface, clearly visible.
The youngster stood quietly under our scrutiny, his groin thrust out towards
me and I took the tape measure from my neck and proceeded to measure him. He giggled as
my fingers held the tape at the base of his little shaft and slid it along the top of his
penis to
the end of his glans. His penis was quite firm already, because of its stubby length and I
could feel it getting harder as my fingers touched it.
"Three and a half centimetres," I told him, "But getting longer." I
wriggled the
end of it. He giggled again as his penis stiffened.
"Simon and I make it do this all the time, don't we Simon," Jud said, looking
at his brother. He looked down at Simon's penis, still erect in his hand. "We play
with our
things a lot at home. Simon's can spit stuff out and he lets me do things to it to make it
happen, don't you. He likes doing things to me, too, but I can't make the stuff come out
like
him." His brother blushed but his eyes held mine and the smile on his lips
appeared to be a
challenge to me, a dare for me to try to do the same things as his brother. I wondered
what
they did when they were together alone. Hopefully I would find out in a few minutes time.