This is a fictional story about teen boys. Do not read it if you are underage or your local laws prohibit, thanks,
Aim and Shoot
Hey if you got a sec, I would like to tell you about my day. . Oh sorry, my name is Seth and I am 15 year old, and the last time I went to school I was in the 10 grade, Okay, just kidding, I go to school everyday, actually I kinda like school. I am really pumped up today. Why? The parade is coming to our town this year. Hey, wait, don't laugh, the parade is a big deal around here. I live in Greenbrier, West Virginia. We have five towns in the school district in Summers County and about 5 years ago the local politicians all got together and decided why not have one really "big" parade instead of five smaller ones. Well the first one turned out so good a new holiday tradition was born. The big parade is held on the second Saturday after Thanksgiving and I am just so pumped up that it will be in our town this year. You may not know too much about small town West Virginia life, but there is not a lot to do in the winter time if you don't follow high school sports. A parade is a big deal here.
I play basketball on the varsity team but I am not a starter, I am still waiting for that long awaited growth spurt, but I am good enough to be on the team. Forget the trendy sports camps; we just learn how to play basketball in the drive way and pick up games over at the park.
When I am sitting on the bench I do get a lot of non playing action. Let me explain. You see I love to people watch, well that is when coach is not looking at me, and that really doesn't happen too often. Of course we play the other small high school teams in each of those towns. Oh sorry, did I mention just how small these towns are? Each of them only has enough kids for one high school. Each school has 100-300 kids in grades 9-12. Well I am getting a bit ahead in my story.
The parade I mention is a big deal for me. I love parades, recall I like to people watch and well parades are the place to be, to do extreme people watching. The little towns in these parts go all out and actually do a pretty decent job of putting on the parade. Just about everybody come to watch and business is booming the same afternoon. Yeah, a big deal for sure. The towns take turn hosting each year. Last year it was held over in Bluestone. Now the band directors get together and coordinate the music that all the bands will be playing. By the time the parade is held each of the small bands has had several months to practice the music and the five bands are combined for one large band. The combined band does a pretty good job too. It is very colorful seeing five different sets of uniforms in one combined band. I kinda have a thing for uniforms too.
They also show case smaller groups as well. The "big" combined band marches first, and then the smaller groups break away and slip around to the back of the parade and march a second time. A parade would not be complete without lots of noise from the fire engines and police cars. So lots of uniforms all over the place. Yeah dudes in uniforms. Marine uniforms are the best, but they never come here, damn.
Each school provides at least one float and and local businesses also provide some as well. The banks usually have the best floats, but I guess they should since they have all that money. Parades need clowns and we get some of them too, quite often the local principals and coaches will ham it up, and all of it is in good fun. The local organizations love to be in the parade too. Passing in review are the girl scouts, boys scouts, cub shouts, 4 H, the civic clubs, and the big wind bag politicians. Hell they want votes and need to be seen I guess.
Last year Mom and I were at the parade and I had a front row "seat". Well not really, no chairs there, just a front row standing position. Just after the new Para medic unit came by from Talloks I spotted the combined county Boy Scout unit. They look awesome in their uniforms. Too bad it was getting cold, they didn't have shorts on. I enjoy looking at dudes wearing shorts a lot. I wished I had gone into scouting, and I think I have nice legs for scout shorts. I wear sport shorts at home all year round, yeah I love shorts, and lately I have been thinking a lot about other dudes and how they look in shorts too. My legs are still really really smooth, just a wisp of hair on my calves.
Well I had Mom's digital camera with me at the parade last year, and I was taking pictures like crazy. Did I mention I love a parade? Sorry guess I did. I have been getting more into photography to the last year or so. The parade usually takes about 45 minutes and is followed by a big combined community picnic. It turns out to be like a carnival thing without the rides. It is just fun plain and simple.
Later that evening I was checking out the pictures I had taken. I was quite pleased with my new hobby of sorts. I caught my principal in a crazy shot of him attempting a cartwheel. Actually he did pretty good, considering he had on those baggy clown pants and almost tripped over his big shoes and almost fell on his ass. I submitted that picture to the year book and they actually used it last year. Whoa, I made the year book, well not for my sitting on the bench during basketball, but for that funny cart wheel picture. Anyway as I continued to edit and enhance my pictures that evening I spotted something I missed when the scouts came by in real time. There was a boy scout in the second row in the middle, and he looked directly at my camera and smiled. Damn, he was so perfect.
OK guess you know now I am having these new boy watching feelings. Seems as if my people watching may be taking a new direction. I have found myself looking more and more at guys my age recently. However I am not concerned about it, just kinda feels natural if you know what I mean. I am not stressed over it at all, just going with the flow, and it feels kinda good. So now I had this picture of this perfect boy and had no clue as to which town he was from. I was sure he did not go to my school, so I started making an extra effort to look for him in the bleachers when we played the other schools. No luck, damn.
He was a bit taller than me. I am 5' 5'' and weigh 130 lbs. He was maybe 5"8'' and around 120. However in a crowd of boys in uniform I may have been mistaken. Now his wavy blond hair and cute turned up nose, and great smile it was what I was going to remember. The picture did not show any unusual blemishes on his sweet face. Oh my did I just say "sweet!" He was just such a mystery to me, as his eyes seem to penetrate my camera lens. He looked really good in his uniform too. I wanted to kick myself for not noticing him up close and personal. I don't recall seeing him at the picnic that followed the parade either, but I figure he was among the free pop and hotdogs somewhere that day last year. I guess it is not unusual I did not see him since I was not even aware of him until I saw that picture. at home. Gee that image was soon burned into my mind for a whole year.
So I said this year "Seth you gotta find that uniform boy."
So anyway, I looked and looked for him at the games the rest of the basketball season last year and never spotted my mystery scout again.
Guess what? Oh sorry I already told you. It is the day of our annual Holiday parade, and today it will be right in my town. Mom got me my own camera last Christmas and I made sure my battery pack is charged up and ready to go. I know I sure am. I am oh so much pumped up in hoping to spot that cute "boy scout" again.
Well the parade format doesn't change too much from year to year. You gotta know this just ain't the big Macy parade in the Big Apple. The scouts came by but to my dismay my mystery boy was not among them. Damn, where did he go? Did he quit the scouts? Did he move away? Gee why would he do that, he looked so good in that uniform. Now you gotta know this was a full uniform too. Very traditional, no jeans, all regulation, regulation shirts all tucked in, dress shoes topped off with a scarf, even a hat. Unfortunately the picture I had taken last year did not clearly show his troop number on his sleeve. . I gotta tell you I was getting a bit down when I did not see him again.
It had been a whole year since I saw him. I mean I looked everywhere, I was always looking at Kroger's, K Mart, the most wanted posters at the post office, you name it.
As the parade continued I could see the end in sight. As with most community holiday parades, Santa is last. Got to have Santa in the rear you know, with some candy for the kiddies. Santa usually rides on top of the hosting town's newest fire engine this year it was different. . Well this year there was a bit of a change. He was all decked out in red, on a float provided from the new Motel Six. On the float were some elves with the candy buckets. My fun loving, wacko, good sport, somewhat nerdy principal was the big goofy elf in the middle. I think Santa needs to get him a membership over at the health club this year, but we don't have one. There were other elves on the float with him too. Younger elves. I guess maybe 6 or so boys elves. Holy shit, there he was, my mystery Boy Scout had become an elf! I am so glad that my camera had a strap attached when I dropped it. He looked so cute in green. He was so hot. My dick jumped. I was wearing a long coat, so no one noticed, but I felt it. I could not believe how cute he was in those green tights and short shorts that clung so nicely to his slender legs. His tight green shorts fit so perfect around his boy parts too. His leg definition was accented just right, and I noticed his thighs and calves were actually as beautiful as girls. Like me, I don't think he had really grown in a year, but you know what? He looked directly into my eyes and smiled again, and I thought I saw a small wink from his left eye to, then he shyly looked away. . There I stood with my camera down and my mouth open. The float passed by, I composed myself, raised my camera, zoomed in and damn if he didn't look over his shoulder at me and smile shyly again. I previewed the pic right away and was pleased to see a small stud in his left ear, oh yeah he has an earring now. I found him, and this time I was not going to lose him for another year. I had to go get a pop and hotdog and then have that elf for Christmas.
To be continued write Steve at brucky62@hotmail.com