"Look, Charlie! The little beggar has got a cockstand," cried Bob; and, releasing one of Jimmy's wrists, he took hold of his member, which stood up quite stiff and nodded its head in the most impertinent manner conceivable.

Jimmy laughed convulsively, and drew his legs up, at the same time pushing Bob away with his free hand. But Rutherford seized Jimmy's wrist again, and cried out to me, "Keep his legs out straight, Charlie!" I did so, and leaned across his knees to keep them flat. He was now at our mercy, for although he struggled at first, he was unable to release himself; but he evidently took the whole proceedings as a joke, and only giggled when I laid hold of his cock and began to pull it about.

"He's got a bigger one than you, Charlie," said Bob; and, though I did not say so, I felt bound to confess that this was true. It was certainly a shapely member, fairly fat and long, although not too much so for his age, and a pair of tolerably well-developed balls hung gracefully below. The milk-white thighs and belly, through the transparent surface of which the veins showed in a delicate blue tracery quite devoid of hair, however, as yet-a fact upon which Bob remarked, saying, "He hasn't got any hairs yet. A good thing too; I like to see it ever so much better without. I wish I didn't have any; I think they are a nuisance, and I don't know what they grow for."

I agreed with him, as I passed my left hand over Jimmy's middle, as though to satisfy myself by touch as well as by sight that there was no growth there, while with my right I was all the time handling his member, pressing it backwards and forwards, squeezing and stroking it, and pulling back the skin.