Very interesting topic. I would like more comments about it. Same
thing has happened to me but I didn't know why, now I know.
thanks.
> 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
> 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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