Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 17:23:03 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--CH 2 NOTE: By the way, his name is Fred...not Freddie and for God's sake not Frederick although at each school year's enrollment he had to endure a few roll call Fredericks until his teachers were necessarily corrected...... Anyway, as Fred soaked his freshly beaten and swollen 14 1/2 year old ass in the tub his thoughts raced between many topics: --How could he ever hope to get back at his assailants? Impossible he thought unless he told his parents and they went to the cops. That would really suck though, because even if he could bring himself to tell, word would probably get out that "the hairless wonder" had gotten his ass beat and his cherry popped. He hadn't even noticed the state on their car's license plate, let alone the number. Also, he remembered those guys saying they had hundreds of miles to go that night to get home, so the search radius would be huge and unlikely to result in their capture given the limited details he could provide. "No" he thought, "this was an event I'll be keeping to myself". -- But how?? Given the red stripes on his butt, he'd have to not shower after gym or basketball practice for at least a week. He needed a plan and a damned good one if he wanted his ordeal keep a secret. --What about his first fucking pube??? How cool was this and by God he didn't want that kept a secret. Hell, he wanted to take an add out in the school paper. What great headlines he could use: "BALD NO MORE SHOUTS LOCAL YOUTH", or one directed at his usual tormentors like "IS THIS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU COCK OGLERS", or one directed to the young girls he had been to embarrassed to ask out "GOT HAIR--NEED PUSSY". That thought got Fred a little tingly! --What about the two all-world orgasms he'd had? Was he gay...did he care given the sheer magnitude of the pleasure he'd felt even in view of the pain he had to endure to get it? That thought got Fred a little hard. --Was there some kind of cause and effect thing between what had happened and the growth of his first hair? Would they continue to grow quickly or would it take months or even years for enough growth to develop and be noticeable unless he stuck his dick under everyone's nose? That thought sacred him and took the wind out of his erogenous sails. "First things first" Fred told himself, "I need an air tight excuse not to have to shower for the next week while my backside mends". Then it came to him...a convenient injury would do the trick...a sprained ankle could be easily faked. "Oh shit" Fred realized, what about the lack of swelling, plus what a pain in the balls to have to be faking a limp or needing to use crutches. No he needed something better than that. "I know" Fred said to himself, "a jammed shoulder would be perfect. I got one once playing football...hurt like a bitch with no real swelling and only need to use a sling." Fred figured he'd simply fake a fall down the steps in the morning and let things fall into place from there. But, as he stepped from the tub and began drying himself, his plan was going to have to change. "What the Hell did they do to you Fred?" he heard knowing that his little brother Tim had just walked in on him. Fred couldn't believe that he hadn't locked the door. As he turned wrapping the towel around his waste and throbbing butt. He saw Tim's eyes welling up with tears. "Quiet Timmy. Come into my room and we'll talk there but for God's sake don't shout again." "Hey boys, what's going on up there?" said the voice of their father from the bottom of the steps. "Nothing Dad"' said Fred "we're just finishing up getting ready for bed." "Well hurry up. It's past time you guys hit the rack anyway". "OK" the boys replied in unison and then adjourned to Fred's room for their little chat. Tim knew exactly what had happened without having to hear it from Fred. He was going through an avalanche of emotions: guilt that it was he who should have gotten that beating, relief that he hadn't gotten it, love and admiration that his older brother had literally saved his ass and put his own on the line, fear that the nights events might become know to their parents. But most of all, anger and rage were building up inside his 10 year old mind. "I want to kill those fucks Fred...how could they do that to you man! I'm so sorry I didn't get away in the first place. It's all my fault!" And Tim began to sob. "Don't be crazy Tim. It was my idea to go out snowballing and I'm the one who let you come along." "But Fred" Tim said, "we have to do something." "Like what Timmy? I didn't make out their license plates, did you? And the last thing I need is for anyone to know about this besides you...I mean I take enough shit as it is for being err, um not having, I mean..." "Fred, you and I have never talked about it but I know. I mean lots of my friends have brothers in your class or older and some of them are pure assholes. They go out of their way to rub my nose in it and they try to scare me that I may turn out the same way." "Tim I sure as Hell hope you don't and from every thing I've read, and God knows I've read everything I could find, it's just a fluke with me that my body wouldn't jump start when it should have." "But Tim" Fred continued, "there's nothing we can do about tonight except forget it." Tim ran to his brother and threw his arms around his toweled waist being careful not to hold him too low. "I'm so sorry Fred..this just sucks!" "Well one positive thing may have come of it Tim, I got my first hair tonight." "I know it wasn't there this morning because I checked carefully." "Yeah Fred, I've seen you doing that sometimes under the lamp light or in a sunny window." "No shit Tim, you been spying on me?" " No Fred not at all, but now and then I've walked by your door on the way downstairs and just seen it." "What else have you seen Tim?" Fred demanded "Have you watched me after I went on hair patrol." "Well I guess so" Tim responded "I mean yeah, I've watched you jerk yourself off and I've certainly heard you a bunch of times. Seems like your always doing it and I've been meaning to ask and..." "Alright Tim that's enough. Seems like we've got a lot of talking to do but not tonight I'm beat...pardon the pun." "I know you are Fred but I got to ask you one thing...am I gay because it makes me hard when I've watched or heard you playing with yourself? I've been beating off too lately and I love it but I don't know if it's right." "Jesus, Tim I started at your age too, although I found out about it in a different way." "How was that Fred?" " Well you probably don't remember, but about 4 years ago they put some kind of chemical in the lake to kill the algae and it made me break out after swimming one day. I had these itchy bumps all over my ass and dick about an hour after I got home and I locked myself in my room and started scratching all over. That worked on my ass but scratching your dick is something else all together. It was hard to do so I stood over my desk and laid my cock down and started to kind of roll it back and forth across the top...kind of like rolling a rolling pin. Well as the itching started to stop another feeling took its place and I got so hard I thought the head of my dick would explode. I just kept rubbing and rubbing until I felt something hit me like a freight train...I got all dizzy and couldn't breath and then I started to make these grunting noises and then I felt my balls just slam up inside me. Well, it was unbelievable. I was 10 like you are now and I've been doing it ever since, sometime more than once a day." "But not on your desktop Fred 'cause I seen you doin' it under your covers or sitting at your desk chair." "Hell Tim, I've done it ways you haven't even dreamed of and I'm sure I'll come up with lots of other ways." "Shit, Fred I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it." "Yeah. Me too Tim." And they both looked at each other...Tim's gaze fixed on the rise under his brothers towel and Fred noticing the pronounced bulge pushing at the zipper of Tim's jeans. "Lock the door Fred and teach me a way that I haven't done yet...I mean the only way I've ever done it is to hold two fingers together and rub away." "Well that's a classic technique Tim" Fred said as he locked the door" but there are sure a lot of variations on the theme." When Fred turned around he found that Tim had dropped his jeans and was just lowering his underpants. Tim's erection sprang up and seeing his brother aroused for the first time Fred thought "My God, he's huge. Not that he's bigger than me but he's certainly a lot bigger than I was when I was 10." Fred let his towel drop and the two boys stood about 5 feet apart with their 4 inch circumcised erect penises pointing at each other. "OK Tim you sit on the end of the bed and I'll pull my desk chair over and I'll show you one of my favorite techniques." Once the boys were in position Fred began to instruct his brother to use the entire length of his palm not just his thumb and forefinger. Tim complained that his hand was too big and kept coming off. It was also hurting when he held tight enough that it wouldn't come off, so Fred told him to spit in his hand. "That's gross" said Tim. "Just do it and do it again when ever you feel like your rubbing yourself a little raw." Fred then spit in his hand and Tim followed suit. Soon they were both in a trance like bliss as they feverishly worked the expanses of their boyhood. "Oh, this is great Fred. I'm about to loose it bro." "Go for Tim" Fred said shifting uncomfortably on his sore backside while staring at his own handiwork and watching his new hair bounce to the rhythm he was setting. "URRAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Tim moaned as the most intense orgasm of his life overtook him "OH, OH AARRAAGGGHHHH!!!" he grunted as his penis seized and his scrotum drew tight. "Dry but effective" thought Fred as he watched and felt his third climax of the night draw near. "Fred" I owe you Tim said through he haze of his bliss. "Let me finish you off." And before Fred could object or even decide that he would, Tim pulled Fred's hand from himself and replaced it with his own. Not missing a beat but sensing that Fred's dick was not moist enough Tim dribbled a solid load of spit on to the top of Fred's 4 inches of vein laden ecstasy. "God Tim have you done this to anyone else before." "Not your way with the spit and all but me and some of the guys have sat around and taken turns rubbin' each other." "Yeah" Fred panted, "I've been there too. Oh Timmy man, you got me right on the edge....HAARRRUMMMPPFFFF, ah, ah, OOOGODDDDD, ARUUMPPPMMMAAAA!!!!!" His equally dry orgasm now completed, Fred panted "OK man you can stop now, Christ I think my balls are lodged in my stomach. Thanks that was great but I don't think you should have." "Well it will just be another secret about tonight, huh, Fred." "Yeah, Tim it will, and I need to talk to you about helping me keep the other part of tonight a secret." "You can count on me Fred. Like I said I owe you and I feel like I got a lot more repaying to do." As the boys clean up and dressed Tim said "By the way Fred, can I see it..the hair I mean." "Sure" Fred replied rolling down the waist band of his pajama bottoms. Drawing very closely and confirming Fred's suspicion that close inspection was the only way his new development would be visible, Tim said "Cool man, I can't wait 'till I get one." "Yeah" Fred thought to himself "I can't wait until I get one hundred!"