FROM: NP-f31
> Hello Fortsters,
>
> I'd like to share some thoughts with you about my recent boy
> exchanges. I was in my hometown this past weekend for the funeral
> of a friend's father. My visit coincided with the start of the
> county agricultural fair, the biggest in the state and one of the
> biggest in the country. It was a big deal and families were out in
> force. It was a gorgeous early autumn evening and the boys were all
> wearing shorts and tees. I was with my Dad who is a long time
> resident of the area. He knows pretty much everyone he sees, so I
> had lots of free time to boywatch. We were in line to order
> something to eat at a tent run by a local seafood restaurant.
> Directly in front of me were TWIN blonde haired, blue eyed boys
> about ten years old. They were wearing purple sleeveless tees (not
> quite wifebeaters) that showed off their well tanned arms. Fine
> blonde hairs were visible on their tanned, bare legs. These two
> boys were absolutely breathtaking. They had platinum blonde hair
> with golden highlights and perfect smiles. They were identical
> twins but had completely opposite personalities. One boy (I never
> caught their names and I normally do) was shy (or perhaps well
> behaved) and he stood, for the most part, beside his Dad, holding
> hands. The other boy was much more adventurous. He explored
> everything of interest in the general area of the waiting line. He
> went off to explore the kiddie ride adjacent to the seafood tent.
> His twin watched him, almost jealously, while holding Dad's hand.
> The adventurous twin came closer and beckoned his brother to
> explore with him. He almost went, but Dad called his wayward son
> back to the line. He returned faithfully and they were both there
> treating me to scenes of unforgettable beauty. The pioneer twin was
> in constant motion, a poster child for hyperactivity. Looking
> around, making unedited comments, digging in his crotch, whispering
> to his brother, returning my smile and then watching me to figure
> out what my smile was all about. Hands back to the crotch, tweaking
> his foreskin most likely, definitely jerking some meat though, and
> then he was off again. The people in the line next to us were
> talking to my Dad and not paying attention to the moving line. The
> pioneer twin walked backwards with a big smile and was suddenly in
> line ahead of them. He looked back at his brother and Dad with a
> wicked smile and motioned for his brother to come and join him. Dad
> said not to break in line, but the trailblazer turned away and
> something interesting caught his attention. He pointed excitedly at
> lobsters in a tank and that was too much, the shy brother joined him.
> They talked excitedly and privately as twins often do with their hands
> up and fingers next to their mouths. Soon the people in front of
> them had been served and it was their turn, linebreakers that they
> were. They motioned frustratedly to their Dad who, seeing that the
> others were still talking to my Dad, stepped forward and ordered.
>
> The rest of the evening provided many treats of a similar nature
> with boys of every stripe. The young teens usually caught my eye,
> with their longish hair and the glistening sheen that coats their
> adolescent faces. Like all boys that age they were focused on one
> another. What I like best is the eleven and twelve year olds who
> are hanging out with the 13 and 14 year olds and trying to be cool.
> These boys catch my eye because they're generally so much cuter
> than their mates. They tend to have longer hair and whatever
> fashion statement they are making looks better on them. Their
> voices haven't changed yet and puberty hasn't put their nose or
> feet out of proportion with everything else. In most cases they are
> experiencing their first real taste of independence, out with their
> peer group and away from their parents. They are SO into the moment
> and are particularly less self aware than their older friends. I
> remember those magic moments, I remember feeling grown up and free
> and thinking that this was what it was all about to be a teen. I
> remember my older cousins at the beach, trying to impress girls.
> They were in seventh and eighth grade and said to one another, I
> can pass for a junior and you can pass for a sophomore. I was 12
> and had no idea what they were talking about. What can I be? I
> asked. They looked at me and said dismissively, you can tell them
> you're a freshman. I didn't know that that was either, but I knew
> it couldn't have been as cool as a junior or a sophomore...
>
> The younger boys also held a fascination for me. The toddlers, some
> in strollers, were big eyed at the sights of carnival rides and
> cotton candy. By eight o'clock they were nodding off in the
> strollers or being carried by their Dads. Gotta love the little
> dudes.
>
> The four, five and six year olds were whipped up into an excited
> frenzy. Some so excited that they danced in place, grabbed their
> weiners unconsciously or pointed in every direction. You could tell
> those with active imaginations because they would talk, probably to
> themselves and their attention would swing like a pendulum from the
> rides, or the closest temptation, to their parents to comment or
> ask for something. And in each moment you could almost see the
> excited little dramas playing out in their heads. Their expressions
> betrayed every nuance of happy emotion.
>
> This afternoon I had a similar experience at a football game. It
> was HOT! and the boys were out in force wearing loose clothing. The
> beauty was everywhere and almost too good to be true. Everywhere I
> looked there were cute boys. At every game I've ever been to, there
> are always a couple of boys (sometimes it's mine) who are up and
> down the stairs going from their seat to concessions or the
> bathroom and back. They can't sit still! So every few minutes I was
> treated to another glimpse of beauty. The best part though was a
> four year old named Grady who was at his first game. He was about
> three rows in front of me and had a big foam 'hand' on his right
> hand. He had been listening to me and those around me yelling, 'Go
> Defense!' and during a lull in the action on the field. I heard a
> small little voice say, 'Go Defense!' and his foam hand shot into
> the air like a salute. I thought that was classic so I yelled, 'You
> go little man! Show them how to cheer!' He turned around with a
> sweet smile on his face, but didn't locate me visually. He said
> excitedly and a little tentatively, 'Go Defense!' And me and those
> around me who had seen him cheer yelled, 'GO DEFENSE!' Seeing he had
> both an audience and some power, he yelled defiantly, 'GO DEFENSE' and
> by now every one in our general area responded to him, 'GO DEFENSE'!
> Our defense made a good play and there was a roar and it startled
> Grady. He looked around to figure out was happening. I yelled 'Do it
> again Little Man!' and his Dad told him, 'Cheer Grady!' and he did and
> we answered. It was great to see the happy expression on his face.
> When we forced a punt everyone around Grady was patting him on the
> head or giving him five. I was pleased to see boypower in action.
>
> I thought you might appreciate the beauty I saw. It's all around you
> too, all you have to do is pay attention.
>
> Stay Safe,
>
> Doc
> NP-f31
Well I hope I don't cause trouble for you for posting to you, but that
was a lovely story. As a troll I cannot say "thank you" to humans so I'll
just say I enjoyed what you posted.
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