love and hateing
...one the next. Mr. Gammon, the junior sports master, mysteriously found it before the next lesson when Scott Adam's vanished instead. "I know where the lump is now." Lee said suddenly interrupting the other's thoughts. "What ?" "The lump. The one that was sticking into me. I've found it." "Oh, that. Where?" "There." The nine-year-old pointed, straight at the jock-strap. Instantly Jared realised just what had been causing all the problems and he blushed. trying to turn away. "It's nothing." "It is too." Lee's face changed to the very same one Jared had used earlier on his Mother, "Please. Let me see?" "No." "Please." "NO!" "YES." Lee shouted back with surprising force for one so small in stature. The argument ending as the small boy yanked on the front of the teenager's underwear. Then, his mission more successful than he'd imagined, he froze to the spot staring at the five inch long, erected, penis he'd just freed from it's previous hide-out. "How did you get your winkle like that?" He asked when he had finally got his voice back. For several minutes Jared thought about how best to answering, considering that this was his little brother's best friend. Eventually, he decided honest was the best policy. "Easy." he said. "How?" "You just rub it." Jared said his embarrassment fading in the light of the look of enthralment emanating from Lee's face. "Show me." "How can I? It's already hard." "On me. Please." Lee raised the hem of the dress to show the thin, red, nylon, knickers below, thumbing them down as part of the same movement. "I guess so," The idea appealed for some reason Jared preferred not to think about, "But you'll have to take that gear off first. You can't do it to a girl the same. At least that is what Franks says." "Who ?" Lee asks struggling to reach the zip run...