Thanks for sharing - an opportunity not afforded to all of us!
On Tue, 20 Apr 2010 23:09:49 -0400, NP-f31 wrote:
>I went to school today. Middle school! My youngest son was doing a
>public speaking presentation and parents were invited. I took my lunch
>hour and went to see it. I had helped him rehearse his presentation
>over the weekend, so I knew what it was about. But as in all things, I
>was there to see him and support him. I was sitting in the auditorium
>with his mother and other parents as the seventh graders filed in to
>the auditorium. About 120 twelve and thirteen year olds. As they swept
>by me I noticed something amazing. There was an overwhelming smell of
>pheromones in the air. Did other adults notice? I was immediately
>alert. The kids filled in all around us, in front of us and behind us.
>There were girls too, but they smell distinctly different from boys. I
>knew many of my son's classmates. Some of them sat in front of us and
>turned around to greet us and talk to us. I noticed that my son sat
>near the front away from us. That was because the presenters sat up
>front near the podium. At his age he would have sat far away from me
>anyway. LOL. The boys have that wonderful 'boy' smell we find so
>irresistible. The younger ones, the 12s and the odd 11, were the ones
>who most smelled like boy. They weren't wearing deodorant or body
>spray yet. Some of them, who are further along into puberty, smelled
>like deodorant or Axxe. One or two were certainly borrowing their
>Dad's after shave or cologne.
>
>The smell was distracting and it wasn't until the kids began with
>their presentations that I was able to focus clearly. Most of the
>girls sat near the front in their groups. The boys were near the back
>surrounding me. With the lights low I was able to observe them without
>appearing to stare. What a gift these boys are. Some of them are so
>grown up. They're shaving and have deep voices and broad shoulders.
>Others, like my son, are in between: the voice lower, but not yet
>changed, a little peachfuzz on the upper lip and on the cheeks. And
>then there are the late bloomers: Still very much little boys, short
>in stature, with high voices and soft childlike features. They run the
>gamut at 13. But everything about 13 is sex and their bodies are the
>reason. I smelled the pheromones, it was intoxicating. It was clear
>that they were affected by them too, though I doubt they knew how or
>why. The boys were restless. They were polite, but restless. They
>looked around a lot and were certainly tuned in to each other,
>especially in between presentations. They would chew their fingernails
>or cuticles, legs hopping in hyperctive rythym. Emotions swept over
>their faces so quickly it was difficult to follow them. When they were
>released from the presentation I was overcome by the pheromones again.
>Sometimes I would get a whiff of individuals as they passed. I knew a
>couple of those boys. It made my mind wander. Each of them is
>discovering their sexuality in their own unique way, but as they exude
>their developing sexuality I sense it too. A gift from each boy.
>
>Once outside they raced off together in couples or small groups. They
>were SO into each other. I understood that because I was so into them
>too. My wife noticed too, but she experiences that every day, she
>teaches sixth graders. (She has my dream job). But I know I'm the only
>adult in that big room that experienced the moment as the kids had
>done. Drunk on pubescent pheromones. It's not all the time that I feel
>lucky to be a boy lover, but today I did.
>
>Doc
>NP-f31
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