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- May 8, 2011
Kain Willford was a well grown young man.
He had the family's dark hair, though grown out almost long enough to be kept back by a hair tie. The messy look was flattering on the youth's face. His features were discernable; noble nose and clear jawline. Though a recent adult, he was full of childhood's blessing still. He had an apetite to shame athletes, something his mother sometimes complained about, even if he never had to go hungry under her roof. Their arguments usually came from other things, like his hoodlum friends or hooligan antics. She liked to say he was a good kid, deep down, but it was getting harder and harder to make that case, especially when he wouldn't do things to enforce that.
At least those activities kept him fit. Having grown tall on her food, and from her genes, surely, if not from her husband, he usually came home the victor from scraps in the night. He had a short stint of being obsessed with sports, at the very beginning of puberty, but that soon bled into social groups that took over his free time. At first, he tried to hide it, but with the increasing darkness of his activities, his inhibitions lowered. He was trouble for sure. And they could see it in the dark of his eyes.
But all younglings are innocent when they sleep, right? He was in his childhood room, since his sister had gotten the better one from a coin toss, once. The bed was rather new, since mom and dad had seen his feet hanging out from the one he used. Now he had a cheap queensize to lounge in. And, like all other teenage boys, Kain liked to sleep. In the nude, it seemed, though his blanket was blissfully placed over his midsection this morning. When she entered the room in whatever errand she had in here, the sunlight would be coming in from the eschewed curtain, maybe left so from him sneaking in late during the night?
Her no-good, beautiful son had a lanky arm over his face, across his eyes, and it set and drew his muscles in a pretty way. At least his sprouted, slumbering form should remind her that he was grown now, no matter how many things she may still worry about, for him. The starved muscles hanging on to his skeleton were visible because he had almost no body fat. He may even look formidable, sleeping there. And, as though she needed more proof that he was a young man and no longer her baby, the sheet strewn across his modesty had a substantial tent over his hips. In fact, the lewd, morning reaction in the healthy male body, was almost impossibly tall. And it had no trouble lifting the sheet by itself. He slept as though nothing lewd was happening, and his breathing didn't suggest any particularly hectic dreams.
While normal, it was certainly a startling display, especially since she may be coming in here in a bit of a hurry. It would certainly be the first time she saw it.
He shifted a bit if someone did enter his room. Teen boys, even after they'd passed 18, are usually protective of their privacy because it helps them hide the elicit things they have come to like. Kain Willford wasn't the worst of them, but he was known to be a menace if you pissed him off. The testosterone that got him respect in his circles of budding criminals, was also probably what would make a big - and thick - scene for whoever came through his door without knocking. If anything else, the boner looked painful, there, rock hard under the covers.
He had the family's dark hair, though grown out almost long enough to be kept back by a hair tie. The messy look was flattering on the youth's face. His features were discernable; noble nose and clear jawline. Though a recent adult, he was full of childhood's blessing still. He had an apetite to shame athletes, something his mother sometimes complained about, even if he never had to go hungry under her roof. Their arguments usually came from other things, like his hoodlum friends or hooligan antics. She liked to say he was a good kid, deep down, but it was getting harder and harder to make that case, especially when he wouldn't do things to enforce that.
At least those activities kept him fit. Having grown tall on her food, and from her genes, surely, if not from her husband, he usually came home the victor from scraps in the night. He had a short stint of being obsessed with sports, at the very beginning of puberty, but that soon bled into social groups that took over his free time. At first, he tried to hide it, but with the increasing darkness of his activities, his inhibitions lowered. He was trouble for sure. And they could see it in the dark of his eyes.
But all younglings are innocent when they sleep, right? He was in his childhood room, since his sister had gotten the better one from a coin toss, once. The bed was rather new, since mom and dad had seen his feet hanging out from the one he used. Now he had a cheap queensize to lounge in. And, like all other teenage boys, Kain liked to sleep. In the nude, it seemed, though his blanket was blissfully placed over his midsection this morning. When she entered the room in whatever errand she had in here, the sunlight would be coming in from the eschewed curtain, maybe left so from him sneaking in late during the night?
Her no-good, beautiful son had a lanky arm over his face, across his eyes, and it set and drew his muscles in a pretty way. At least his sprouted, slumbering form should remind her that he was grown now, no matter how many things she may still worry about, for him. The starved muscles hanging on to his skeleton were visible because he had almost no body fat. He may even look formidable, sleeping there. And, as though she needed more proof that he was a young man and no longer her baby, the sheet strewn across his modesty had a substantial tent over his hips. In fact, the lewd, morning reaction in the healthy male body, was almost impossibly tall. And it had no trouble lifting the sheet by itself. He slept as though nothing lewd was happening, and his breathing didn't suggest any particularly hectic dreams.
While normal, it was certainly a startling display, especially since she may be coming in here in a bit of a hurry. It would certainly be the first time she saw it.
He shifted a bit if someone did enter his room. Teen boys, even after they'd passed 18, are usually protective of their privacy because it helps them hide the elicit things they have come to like. Kain Willford wasn't the worst of them, but he was known to be a menace if you pissed him off. The testosterone that got him respect in his circles of budding criminals, was also probably what would make a big - and thick - scene for whoever came through his door without knocking. If anything else, the boner looked painful, there, rock hard under the covers.