Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 07:40:57 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Shawn and the Little Person" Part One This story is for adults 18 or older. No one younger has permission to be here. Shawn was 13 just last week. This was an exciting age for him and he was continually surprised by the happenings with his own body. He grew to 5'2' in what seemed like a week and expected to be a tall guy in a few years like his dad. His feet went from size 8 to 10-1/2 since last year. His hands were so big, they hardly seemed to belong. He would lay in bed at night and stroke his lean body with those warm hands, feeling as if they were someone else's. It really got him excited, when those hands reached he peter. He could hardly believe the size of it when he looked in the bathroom mirror. Without a stiffy it was at least six inches hanging down and his newly grown testicles hung even lower with the outline of two plums inside.. It was a little embarrassing to undress in swim class and he kept his back turned from the others who still looked like babies down there. He wondered what some of the kids in the upper grades looked like. He thought that penises were as cool as anything and wished he could get closer to an older boy's one. But the kids in his grade who still looked young were kind of cute anyway. In the boy's hygiene lecture he learned about voice changes. Some kids can expect an overnight change and others takes longer as both the kid's and the new adult voice vie for dominance. But apparently Shawn belonged to the third group who have a gradual change. Already he noticed that his soprano squeaky voice was thickening and he was, to his own amazement, producing a thicker more mellow sound. Hard ons were a big problem. Often he felt he was smuggling a rifle into school, hidden in his clothes. His slim frame couldn't hide the monster when it decided to go hard. He took to wearing a jock strap and that helped a bit, especially when he placed his peter upward. Today was Saturday. A bit of excitement next door. The house had been empty for almost two years. He looked out of the window, careful not to be seen peeking like a perv. The moving truck blocked most of the view but every once in a while he caught glimpses of the family. There were a rather old mom and dad and a boy who could have been his age. It was hard to make him out as he kept making trips inside the truck carrying items which blocked him out somewhat. Shawn's mom was calling him for breakfast. She was nice letting him sleep on Saturday. Of course Sunday was early church. It was so sexy to him to lay around in his warm bed, delaying his morning piss, enjoying his big erection. "Okay Mom, I'll take a quick shower and be down. Shawn was an only child, but not spoiled...always willing to help with chores and generally cheerful, altho' his parents talked at night about his getting a little secretive. "He's growing up. He needs his privacy," Dad had said. He remembered when he discovered masturbation at that age. They also approved that he was very clean about himself. Shawn never missed a day in showering, especially this year it seemed necessary. His body smelled different, went from that slightly sour milk odor to a grown up smell. He liked that smell, and would lift his arm and sniff the heady body odor coming from his new tufts of hair in his arm pits. In the shower, he was completely alone and private. He had locked the bathroom door, something he had been warned not to do since he was a child because once he locked himself in and they had to remove the lock. He liked the shower to be as hot as he could stand. He soaped himself all over except down there. He was delaying that delicious feeling, but already anticipation was making his peter rise up toward his belly button. It was beginning to pulse, calling attention to itself. Shawn had to grab it and rub hard to quiet it down. Finally he could wait any longer. He soaped his big adolescent hands and gently stroked up and down. His whole body reacted, vibrations running up and down his spin and his legs began to feel weak. He wanted to moan loudly but suppressed it. The feelings were becoming almost more than he could stand and then suddenly he grunted loudly. He peter grew stiffer and his body locked. He fell back against the tile of the shower as pulsations of milky cum shot out of the end of his cock, like rifle shots. At last it was over. His cock hung extra long after the cum. He washed away the great amount of cum on the shower floor, grabbed a towel and dried himself. He had to be gentle around he deflating cock, it was still sensitive. At breakfast the topic was the new neighbors. Dad said that he had met them all yesterday when they made their final walk through. Shawn said, "I saw them out the window. Do you think their boy is about my age?" His Dad laughed. "He's 21 years old. He's a little person, only four feet seven." Shawn dropped his cereal spoon. "But he doesn't look like a dwarf I saw in the circus. He really looks like a kid, at least from a distance." Dad said that he looked up all about the little people on the internet after meeting them. The young man, Billy, is a special sort of little person with his body in perfect proportion. Only a few little people have that. Most have some deformities." "So he's a midget, like General Tom Thumb?" "They don't like the term midget. Little person is the nicest way to refer to them." Mom said that she has their new phone number and will call later. "I set up a welcome basket and we can go over and make a call on them." End of Part One. Don't give up, hot sex around the corner.