"Wow! What'd you give for them! They're rad! See these, Simon?"

"What about this lot!"

They were like a whirlwind! Three young lads, all around eleven or twelve years of age, had swept into the shop and were crouched at the stack of new sneakers that had arrived only yesterday and I had been getting ready for display. I watched from the other side of the store as they excitedly looked through the pile, letting my eyes take in their enchanting beauty. They were all in shorts and tee-shirts and sneakers, their legs long and tanned, their bodies slim. Two were blonde and the other had dark brown hair. They could have been brothers, but I guessed they were just school buddies. They were the sort of boys I fantasised about and I looked at each of them as I slowly made my way over to them.

Jan was the tallest and appeared the oldest of the three. He was a tousle-haired blonde, a light smattering of freckles around his cheeks and the redst eyes I had ever seen. His body was just entering that awkward stage, no longer little boy and not yet adolescent ... almost lanky but not in an ungainly or unattractive way. He was wearing baggy shorts that did nothing to display his young body to advantage, but were considered ‘trendy' by his age-group. They were certainly not designed by someone who appreciated young male beauty. He had on a pair of battered sneakers that looked as though they were well past their use-by date.

Simon was a really beautiful boy, dark hair cut short, dark brown eyes with long dark lashes accenting them, smooth olive complexion and a mouth like Elvis without the sneer. His body was beautifully proportioned, slim but quite muscular. He wore a tight tee-shirt that showed off the contours of his shoulders, chest and belly and I could make out the bumps of his nipples under the thin stretched material. He wore white shorts that were short and tight, just as I liked them. He was squatting on his haunches in front of the stack of shoes, his buttocks resting on his sneaker heels and my beath caught at the sight. The shorts were stretched tightly across his buttocks and I could see the outline of his underpants beneath them. There was also a nice little peaked bulge in his lap. His legs were tanned and firm, slim ankles going into a pair of old Adidas sneakers worn without socks. His feet were quite large, bending underneath him, the sneakers gaping at the top as he knelt.

I had the feeling, looking at Simon, that he was aware of his beauty - that he wore his clothes, and moved around, knowing he was being looked at and enjoying that attention; and that he deliberately set out to increase that attention. While he was squatting there, he looked over towards me and gave me a cheeky grin, catching me staring intently at him. I blushed, but managed a smile and wink back at him. He gave a happy laugh and looked back up at the third boy and made some remark. The third boy looked over in my direction and smiled and I wondered what Simon had said to him.

The third boy was also blonde and appeared to be the youngest. He had a cute face, red eyes, button nose, full lips and a smooth complexion. He wore a Kidzone tee-shirt and a pair of torn-leg denim shorts. His bare legs were the same creamy colour of his arms and neck and appeared hairless. He was standing beside Simon facing towards me and I noticed there was a rather nice little bulge in the front of his shorts as well; and I felt myself stir as I wondered what treasures might be found within. He was also wearing an old pair of Reeboks that looked scuffed and tired and a pair of sports socks.