I looked along the row and the other guy was another youngish lad and he was watching them also. After a good ten minutes the blond lad stood up and f...ced the seated dark haired lad, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, he winked at me, the seated lad put his fingers in the other lad’s waistband and pulled his undies down.His cock stood to attention, it looked about 7” and uncut and he had a massive pair of shaven balls. As the seated lad ran his finger up the underside of. "I looked from one to the other."What's this all about?"Another sigh from Mrs. D."It's a long story."I poured myself another cup of coffee and smiled in what I hoped was an encouraging fashion."Harry is the adopted son of our neighbor, Sanchez," Mrs. D said. "He's about Persephone's age, although no one knows for sure because he's a foundling. He was left in a blanket in front of St. Joseph the Worker downtown. Sanchez stepped in when it was apparent the baby was heading for County Social. I thought that half-hour ride up and half hour back on the Indian was the best part of the whole day until... I shut down the Indian, took off my backpack, stripped down to my bathing suit, and ran into the water. Bobby was right behind me. He dove in and swam out past me. It had to be the hottest afternoon so far, and the cool water felt terrific.I was floating on my back in waist-deep water with my eyes closed when Bobby came alongside and pushed me under. This was nothing new. We always. Finally Joey headed for the bathroom. It was kinda funny—bunch of guys waiting around for one of them to shit. The twins followed him in, and went into their monkey act---running up to him and sniffing at his crotch. He laughed a couple of times—which of corse was the idea—keep his spirits up. . Again—kinda weird---but, ahh fuck it's a boxing thing. I hollared out be sure not to flush—I wanted to check it out. Joey finally announced he had done all he could. I went in to check it out. “Looks.