Awakening Of Schoolboys

He thought back to the days when boys would go at recess to the half door boys' latrine, one had to hold then pull the trigger so that, once released, the stream would be so mean it nudged the ceiling and would echo back at once and showered (ill prepared) and local fathers' sons. Time would rush past of course, it always did and small moustaches grew, nights were for dreams, no teacher wanted to hold down the lid and trousers stretched at times beyond their seams. There was a loggers' camp near the old mill they'd meet to once again take aim and shoot away from prying eyes well past the hill there was such innocence, they were so cute!