P-208 Jimmy

Excerpt

I don’t know whether or not you’ll remember Jimmy. He’s the seventeen year old orphan boy that I got to know when he came to spend some time, last summer out at the lake, with his Aunt. He’s been back in school but returned during the holidays and stopped out to say hello. His hair no longer is sun bleached almost white, it’s now a color they used to term ‘strawberry blonde’ but his voice has grown even deeper and his dimpled, white-toothed smile still flashes, his shoulders seem even broader and his waist and hips are still ‘olympic swimmer’ thin. Yes, he’s even more masculine, if that’s possible, and certainly he has the outgoing personality which qualifies him, in my book, as one of the handsomest—nice guys, I’ve ever known. His LQ must be very high but obviously his main interest in life still is sex—any kind.

Jimmy had his eighteenth birthday in August so he had to register for the draft and, I’m a bit confused as to the reason, but before he went back to school he went up for a pre-induction physical. I’ll let Jimmy tell you about it:

“I wanted to go up to the Capitol to buy some new Fall clothes for school, so I went over to the Draft Board. They said it was all right if I didn’t ride upon the bus with the other guys as long as I was out at the center by eight on Thursday morning. So, I took Aunt Mary’s car and drove up on Tuesday and did some looking around and then spent most of Wednesday getting the stuff I needed. You know, a suit, pants, sweaters, and junk like that. One place was closed on Wednesday afternoon and they had a jacket in the window that I really liked so I called Aunt Mary and she said it was O.K. for me to stay over so I could go back on Friday morning. You see, the lady at the Draft Board said I should plan on being at this center all day. So I go out and get there just a couple of minutes before eight on Thursday morning but I’ve got to stand around until the bus with my bunch of guys got in about an hour late. Then they take us into this big room and we all strip and stand around naked for about an hour before anything happens.

I’ve seen lots of different sized cocks when the guys are stripped, like in the locker room at school, but there was about twenty of us and we just stood there with nothing at all to do except look at each other. Man—it’s a weird feeling and I think some of the guys were embarrassed at first but pretty soon we were all just kind of looking and taking eye-ball measurements of each other’s cocks. Of course they were all soft as possible.