Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 23:15:05 -0500
From: bluejoubert@hushmail.com
Subject: The Boy in the Red Shorts

The Boy in the Red Shorts

February, 2016

bluejoubert@hushmail.com


This work is completely fiction concerning sexual activity between 2
teenagers. Any comparisons to people living or dead is purely
coincidental. If you are under 18 I must ask you to leave immediately. If
this type material is in any way illegal or inappropriate in your state,
country, or community, I must also ask you to go no further. Read at your
own risk.

Flames ignored, Comments welcome.

Copyright February, 2016, Shooting Star Productions


THE BOY IN THE RED SHORTS


When I was 19, I found myself back at home for the Christmas holidays. The
small town was miserable and I hated it.

One night I was cruising around town in my Mom's new, blue Cadillac. Back
then, and in that small town, the bright ride might as well have been a
Rolls.

Before long I pulled up to a convenience store to grab some cigs. When I
went in, I couldn't help but notice a cute blond boy playing a video game
to my left. By height, he would barely reach to my shoulders. He was
wearing a loose white stained Led Zeppelin t-shirt, looking older than the
boy himself. The most intriguing part of him was the red, skin tight little
cotton shorts he wore, tightly hugging every curve and nuance of his
slender body. They were obvioulsy several years old, but still he wore them
- probably his favorites - the tight ring of white fabric around the top of
his legs barely covering his most private parts. His tight shorts, filling
out the back side, presented a tight, perfectly shaped boy ass. In my
fantasy I couldn't decide whether I wanted to lick it, spank it, or fuck
it. Since it was my fantasy, I decided on all three!

Not until I had paid the cashier and begun to leave the store did I see the
boy from the side, and couldn't help but notice the small bulge in the kids
shorts. I was mesmerized and my short but kind of thick penis, despite my
protests, was becoming erect.

I got in the car, lit a cig, and started the engine. At that very moment
the blond boy left the store. The kid's half golf ball size buldge was more
visible than before, I desperately wanted to see his boy size penis. I
wondered if he was growing hair down there. If he could have a liquid
orgasm, if he was jacking off yet ....  He looked too young for that, but
you never know.

So how could I play this?

He glanced over and made eye contact with me. Nodding, I did not skip a
beat; the car alone allowed a sense of reliability. Seeing me light the
cigarette, he nodded. I nodded back and the kid came over. We made small
talk for a few minutes while I sized him up - chatting him up about his
taste in music mostly. He asked if he could bum a cig and of course I gave
it to him, the lighter close to his face I could see white peach fuzz
growing on his upper lip. I invited him into the car and we made small
talk; bands, hang outs, and when I knew he was cool I asked if he got high.

"Hell yeah! You got a joint?"

"Of course! Wanna cruise around? I have some sensemilla that will blow your
mind, better than you could ever get down here."

"Neat! But I have to be home by ten. I live in the complex next door."

"No problemo," I said, cruising down the road in the blue caddy. I headed
straight out onto the miles and miles of country roads surrounding us.

"Here, light this up."

The cute young boy took the j and lit it up like a pro. Later I would find
out his name was Mikey.

The small built kid was no novice as he took one deep toke after another. I
grinned at his stamina and innocent enthusiasm.

"OK Bogart, pass it!"

He choked and laughed at the same time, handing the joint to me. All I
could think was how fucking adorable he was.

Before long it was 9:15 and Mikey had made it clear he HAD to be home by
10:00 or else get a serious belting from his dad.

Heading back towards Mikey's apartment, I knew I had enough time to play
out the fantasy I had imagined for years but never thought would come true,
It was now or never, I made the leap. Taking a deep breath, I began my
fiction.

I used words and terms he wouldn't understand but sounded important,
applicable or not. I was in college studying for my Masters Degree towards
a medical degree. I wanted to specialize in sports medicine, and for my
thesis I was doing a study on male youth, development, and musculature of
boys during puberty. I asked Mikey if he would mind answering a few
questions about his experience growing in the last year or two.

"It's very rare I get to meet a young guy like you. If you could help me
out you can't imagine how much it will help in my homework and papers," I
said, almost pleadingly.

"Sure!" Mikey said. "You're a cool dude! How can I help?"

"Well first," I said, "how old are you?"

"Thirteen. My birthday was 3 weeks ago."

"Ummm," I tried not to stammer, a boy just barely over 12. I thought my
heart would beat out of my chest.

"Ok, well this next stuff might be embarrassing, but I need to ask some
personal questions."

"It's ok. I got two older brothers. Go for it."

I had to clear my throat before asking,"I don't guess you''ve started
growing hair under your arms yet, have you?"

"uh, yeah." Mikey said confidently.

"Now this gets a little more personal." I paused to let it sink in, "but i
really need you to be honest." I looked over and he didn't seem at all
fazed, so I continued.

"You are having erections, right? When your penis gets hard and stretches
out and gets stiff?"

He was a little more embarrassed by that question.

" ..... yeah, sometimes ...."

"That's completely normal Mikey. In fact, it will happen more and more
often. Don't be embarrassed about it. All boys your age are going through
the same thing,"

Allowing time for this to sink in, I continued,

"Now this is important Mikey, have you started growing hair around your
penis?"

"Sure I have," he replied, sounding like he thought the question was
absurd.

"OK, good," I said. "You said you had armpit hairs?"

"Hell yeah," Mikey said. "Wanna see?"

"Well it's so dark out here I don't think I could,"

"You don't have to!" Mikey said, " just reach under my shirt. You can feel
them!" and he lifed his arm for full access.

I reached up and touched his armpits, but I couldn't feel any hair.

"I can't really feel anything," I said. "Are you sure it has started
growing?"

"You can see it!!!" Mikey said. "Just look!"

And so I pulled the caddy off the road and turned on the interior
lights. Looking over I couldn't believe he had already fully lifted his
shirt above his head, showing his tiny pink nipples and armpits held high
for observation.

Although I couldn't feel them in the dark, he definitely HAD started
underarm hair growth, I used my finger to rub through the short, sparse
blond hairs. Indeed, his hair had started growing healthily, though still
immature. I could cover his entire patch with my thumb print. I took plenty
of time feeling and pulling at the little hairs with thumb and
forefinger. The view and touch was incredible. Mikey even had a little bit
of sweat, the hairs shining with the ever so slight dampness of an
adolescent boy.

Mikey stayed perfectly still as I touched him, unfazed by my curiousity and
innocently wanting to help a college guy. Even as i gently rubbed his soft
skin, he admired me and was a willing participant for this most important
study.

I continued down and began feeling his nipples and pinching them lightly so
they perked up. Then between his nipples and to his chest, commenting that
no hair was growing there yet. I slowly worked my down his little belly,
skin as smooth as silk, and when i got to his belly button I took extra
time, touching and feeling all around it. I think he was proud to be asked
to help out!

"So you don't have any hair around your navel yet?"

Obviously not understanding, he quickly shot back "Yes I do! Wanna see?"

"You don't mind? Lots of boys are embarrassed! You don't have to be shy if
you haven't starting growing hair down there yet! Lot's of boys your age
don't have hair yet."

"But I have started growing it!" he exclaimed, almost defensively. "I'll
show you," he said and he hooked his thumbs in those tight red shorts and
pulled them out, exposing his tiny penis and, yes, there it was, the tiny
arc of the shortest pubic hairs I could imagine, and that he seemed so
proud to exhibit. The short narrow patch raised above the base of his tiny
head less than a quarter of an inch.

I asked him if he would mind pulling them down a little more, which he did,
and I promptly reached over to rub my finger tip over the soft
hairs. Within a few seconds I had taken the miniscule penis and pinched
between two fingers, His erection popped up in seconds. In such a short
amount of time, I was fondling the pencil thin hard-on of a boy just barely
older than 12. Three inches of completely erect boy cock. The little pink
head was a thing of beauty to me. The eraser on top of the pencil, but with
sexier shape and feelings to match. I rubbed around on it a time or two but
the sensitivity was too much for an adolescent cock to handle. It did make
me grin though, knowing just how much he would appreciate that sensation
later in life.

From the size of his genitals, I knew he would be a boy and man with a
below average (WAY below average) penis. I loved it, but hoped in the
showers at his school he would not be tormented. That he would not let his
smaller size embarrass or intimidate him in high school or college - as he
grew into a sexual person.

As I masturbated his slender penis, he kept looking at the clock, worried
about his curfew. I knew where I was, and how close we were, so I went as
slowly as I could, riding through an empty, well lit parking lot so I could
see clearly his skinny hard cock, and what I knew was about to happen. I
had never seen a boy cum, and I wasn't going to miss this one.

"I'll have you there, no worries guy," I said, jerking him rythmically only
two blocks from the apartments. Just moments before pulling in, he
tightened up, moaned a bit, and let it go. Within seconds I had two or
three watery thin drops of his cum on my hand.

Getting close to his apartment, and him having an eager orgasm, I knew my
story had worked. He had been thinking about my problem for a while, he
said, and suggested I look at the guys version of Playboy.

"Playgirl, I think it's called. You could probably see other dicks there!"
he said, hoping he was giving me some valuable advice. I smiled ear to ear,
thanked him for his advice and especially for being a very important part
of my thesis.

Only minutes to spare, I pulled into the complex, and saying good night, he
bounded out of the car with a smile, waving goodbye, and I watched his cute
tight bum run towards his apartment in those tight threadbare shorts, but
curious if there was an accidental small spot of wetness visible as dark
red around the crotch of the boy in the red shorts.