Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2002 14:22:48 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 34

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 34

As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For
adult reading only!!!

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Dr. Carl and Kevin quickly set up camp in their designated area. The
premium tent Dr. Carl brought for him and Kevin had two large rooms with a
removable nylon divider. After inflating their air mattresses, the two men
prepared to fall fast asleep, being weary from their long
drive. "Dr. Carl," Kevin said, "I am having trouble with parts of your
plan--just one part actually." Dr. Carl smiled and said "I thought you
might Kevin, so why don't you look at this before we discuss things
further." The doctor then pulled out his laptop computer, turned it on and
then placed it in front of Kevin as it began to play the movie of the Camp
activities. Like Dr. Carl, the first scenes of the boys engaging in a
Haves/Have Nots orgy and little George's whipping, began to get Kevin
aroused. Then when he saw Fred at the end of the strap, his erection melted
as his anger rose. After it ended, Kevin was sweating and felt shaky "OK,
that Bastard has it coming! The sooner we get him the better." The doctor
turned off the laptop as he said, "I knew you'd agree. Let's get some
sleep, there's lots to do before we spring our trap."

They slept soundly until the next morning when they awoke just after
dawn. Following breakfast and a shower at the campground facility, the two
men set off toward the Camp, armed with high-powered binoculars and a
detailed map of the hiking trails that Dr. Carl had secured from the
Internet. Within an hour they were approaching the perimeter of the Camp
and noted the warning signs on the fence that surrounded it. "We need to go
to the top of that hill," Dr. Carl said pointing to an elevated area
outside the Camp from which, with the aid of their binoculars, they would
be able to see the activities inside. When they got to the top, they
positioned themselves in a thicket of bushes and trees where they would not
be spotted by anyone who looked up from below. Then they began to observe
the comings and goings of the boys inside. "That must be him," Kevin said
pointing to a man leading the boys from the Dorm to the Dining Hall. "Looks
to have the right physical characteristics," Dr. Carl replied "but we'll
need to make sure no one else might fit the bill. Oh, look---there's Fred!"
the doctor cried as the two men zoomed in on Fred as he walked together
with several of the other boys.

No one else they observed came close to resembling the man in the video
except Art. Dr. Carl took meticulous notes as he and Kevin continued to
observe him. When Art wandered to the Camp perimeter nearest them, Dr. Carl
took several photographs with a zoom lens digital camera that could
download into his laptop. They stayed there all day and into the night,
until Art led the boys to the Dorm for lights out. The Camp was well lit,
so Dr. Carl had no need of the infrared binoculars he had also
brought. "There he goes," Dr. Carl said as they observed Art leaving the
grounds and heading down the path toward his cabin in the administrative
compound. "Look," Kevin said, "his cabin is at the far end, close to where
our path is." Dr. Carl smiled "How convenient is that? We need to check
that area out closely tomorrow and perhaps get inside his cabin for a
look."

As they were preparing to leave, Art came out of his cabin and walk to the
parking area where he got into a blue compact car and drove off. "Where do
you think he's going?" Kevin asked as the doctor pulled out the infrared
binoculars and read the license plate of the car as it pulled away. "My
guess is he's headed to that town about 10 miles before we turned into the
forest," Dr. Carl replied. Not too many places there to look for him, so
let's hustle back to my car and see if we can find him." The two men jogged
back to their campsite and soon thereafter, they drove off in pursuit of
Art.

When they got to the town, Dr. Carl parked his car at the end of the two
blocks of commercial buildings. Then he pulled up the pictures of Art on
the laptop so they could get a close look at his face before beginning
their search. "What do we do when we find him?" Kevin asked. "I have a few
ideas, but it will depend on where we find him." All of the 9-5 stores were
closed and only the convenience store, bar and diner were open. They
spotted Art's car parked in front of the bar and then saw him through he
window as they passed by.

Dr. Carl signaled for Kevin to follow him into the side alley. "OK Kevin,
here's what we're going to do. We'll go in there separately, me first and
then you. We act like we don't know each other, OK? And we sit so that he
can see us clearly. Don't stare at him, but don't look away either. Then
we'll see if he makes a move on either of us. If one of us gets into a
conversation with him, the story will be that 'I'm up here alone do to some
wilderness photography over the next few days.' He might not do anything
and maybe this will just be an introduction process, but be real
friendly. If he invites one of us to his place, get directions to meet him
there so whoever of us is not invited can get drooped back off at the
campsite.get it? And whoever he chooses will leave first and bring the car
back here to get the other." Kevin looked at Dr. Carl curiously and asked,
"what do you or I do if we do go back with him?" "Whatever he wants, within
reason," the doctor replied "the closer we can get to this guy, the easier
it will be to trap him when the time's right, so if a little suck and fuck
is the price we need to pay to pull this off, then so be it!" Kevin agreed,
hoping hard that he wouldn't become the chosen one!

Dr. Carl entered the bar and sat across from Art while he ordered a
beer. Then, taking his first sip, he glanced in Art's direction and saw
that he was engrossed in watching the basketball game that was on the bar's
TV. Dr. Carl began to watch the game too. When Kevin entered, he took a
stool on the same side of the bar as the doctor but several stools further
down, and almost directly in front of Art. Both of them were handsome, well
proportioned men, although Kevin was much younger---much more to Art's
liking as he took notice of the two new patrons. After quickly scanning
Dr. Carl, he focused on Kevin and smiled. Kevin smiled back and then
replied to the bartender's inquiry as to what he wanted to drink, "What's
good on tap?" he asked.

"Give him the local ale," Art volunteered looking at Kevin "you'll like it,
it's brewed just up the road." "Thanks", Kevin replied "I'll give it a
try." As he took his first sip Art asked, "well, what do you think?" Kevin
smiled and said, "Good, real good---thanks for the recommendation." "No
problem" Art said "you from around here?" Kevin launched into the scripted
dialog Dr. Carl had instructed. "So you're a photographer?" Art said "I can
tell you about some great places up here." Then Art rose and took his drink
with him as he took the stool next to Kevin. "Name's Art, what's yours?"
"Kevin." "Well, hi Kevin" Art said extending his hand which Kevin
accepted. Art then began to describe some areas of local interest as the
two conversed while Dr. Carl observed discretely.

"What do you do here Art?" Kevin asked. "I'm the guard up at the youth
detention camp near where you're camping. I'll tell you what Kevin, why
don't you come to my place for dinner tomorrow night after you're done
taking your photos and I can tell you some more places to consider." "That
sounds great" Kevin said "where and what time?" Art said "How about
7:30. I'll have 2 hours off before I have to go back and tuck the boys in,
then I'll come back and we'll have a nightcap or something." Kevin agreed
and Art gave him the simple directions to his cabin, which Kevin already
knew. Art then said his good-bye and after they saw him drive off, Kevin
and Dr. Carl paid their tabs and left.

On the drive back and as they prepared for bed, Dr. Carl and Kevin
discussed what Kevin would try to accomplish while he was at Art's cabin,
especially when he was left there alone while Art did the lights out thing
back at the Camp. "Looks like I'm going to have to fuck him" Kevin said
dejectedly. "It's all just a prelude to how we'll really FUCK him later!"
Dr. Carl replied as he turned off the lamp and the two men went to sleep.

The next morning they set out for their observation point and again spent
the day studying the Camp comings and
goings..............................................

Meanwhile, that same morning back in Fred's hometown, Paul arrived at
school and proceeded with a normal day---that is until gym class. Paul had
become a regular gym class participant, having lost a lot of weight and
being no longer embarrassed by his body. He'd also gained a lot of strength
through the good doctor's rigorous exercise routine that left him sweaty
and sticky palmed as his ejaculation would end each session. This day he
was engaged in a spirited game of basketball and he was playing well,
especially on defense, as the gym teacher and football coach Mr. Turner
looked on. Mr. Turner had been his gym teacher since 7th grade, because the
High School housed grades 7-12.

"What the fuck have you been doing to yourself Percer?" Mr. Turner asked as
Paul was taking a drink from the fountain during a break. "You have really
slimmed down and muscled up there boy" Turner said as he squeezed Paul's
right bicep. "I've been working out a lot lately Mr. Turner," Paul
replied. "I'll say you have, are you working with weights?" "No, just
calisthenics mostly--but I'd like to try weights," Paul said. "Percer, have
you ever played football?" Turner asked him. "No sir, but I'm a big fan---I
love the Patriots!" "Well I think you could make one Hell of a lineman if
you wanted to." "Really?" Paul beamed as a new sense of pride and prospect
raced through him.

"Listen, if you're interested, after school today I'll meet you here and
test you on a few things, including the weights. If things work out as I
hope they will, you could be blocking for your friend Carver next
season---assuming he gets out of that fucking jail place he's in." Paul was
so excited his voice rose several octaves as he loudly said, "I'll be here
right after school Mr. Turner!" Turner smiled at him and said, "Call me
Coach." "OK Coach! See you after school." The rest of the day Paul could
barely keep his mind on his classes as his thoughts continually drifted
toward his tryout with the Coach. He counted down the minutes of his last
class and was the first one out the door after the bell rang. Paul hurried
down the hall toward the gym where he found Coach Turner in his office.

"Hi Coach," Paul said as he entered. "Hi Paul," Turner replied "go get
changed and meet me in the gym. The basketball team is playing an away
game, so we'll have the place to ourselves." Paul went to his locker and
stripped off his clothes before putting on his jock strap shirt and
shorts. Then after lacing up his sneakers, Paul met the Coach in the
gym. "OK Paul, why don't you loosen up and then show me some of those
calisthenics you've been doing." Paul stretched for a while and then began
to do the standard and inverted pushups Dr. Carl had taught him, without
his dick in his hand of course. Then he did the various modifications on
sit-ups, followed by the deep squat bed humping motion, which he performed
against the gym wall.

He was perspiring heavily as he finished the work out as the Coach looked
at him approvingly. "That was very impressive Percer," he said "you really
threw yourself into it and you showed a lot of flexibility." Paul didn't
tell him that his usual motivation was ejaculating, as he smiled in
response to the first athletic praise he had ever received. "Now let's talk
football." Coach Turner proceeded to describe for Paul the psychology of an
offensive lineman and then had him get into the various set and blocking
positions. He had Paul practice rising up quickly from a 3-point stance and
fire forward as if run blocking. Paul was quick, the Coach though, very
quick. He was equally fast and coordinated when drooping back to pass
block.

The Coach took out a large foam rubber pad with straps that he could hold
while Paul practiced actually blocking into someone. When Paul fired into
Coach Turner the first time, it knocked him back several feet. "Jesus
Christ Percer, you're a God damned natural!" Turned cried out
joyfully. Paul also demonstrated uncanny balance and lateral movement as
the drill continued. Then Turner handed Paul a football and said "With
you're speed and agility, I think you'd make a good center. The position
will be open next year because this year's center is graduating." Now take
the ball and get into position." Facing Paul, the Coach corrected his
stance and balancing points and then had him practice firing the ball up
between his legs and then rising and lunging out to block the pad Turner
was holding.

"Very good Paul. Now I want you to snap it into my hands," Turner said as
he went behind Paul and placed his hands under Paul's butt to receive the
snap. Paul liked the feeling of the top of the man's right hand as it
pressed firmly between his ass cheeks making firm contact with his anus and
his jock imprisoned testicles. "How great would it be to have Fred's hands
there?" Paul wondered to himself as he practiced snapping the ball to the
Coach, following each of the corrective instructions until he had mastered
the technique.

"OK, that's enough," Turner said "let's hit the weight room." When Paul
stood up he noticed that his penis had begun to swell and had become
uncomfortable in the elastic cloth of his jock pouch. He pawed at his
crotch to reposition himself and then noticed Coach Turner watching
him. Sensing Paul's embarrassment, Turner put his arm around Paul's sweaty
shoulders as they headed to the weight room and said, "Don't worry Paul, it
happens to all of us." Paul was relieved that the Coach did not think less
of him, but he was still ashamed that he had become aroused.

After taking Paul through a series of exercises on the Nautilus apparatus,
Turner was very impressed with his strength. "Come over here to the free
weights Paul, I want you to do some bench presses." Paul laid on his back
on the bench and the Coach stood behind his head so he could lift the
barbell off of its stand and then spot for Paul as he did his
repetitions. Paul easily handled 150 lbs. And as the Coach stood over him
he was able to look down the length of Paul's extended arms and into the
sleeve of his tee shirt where he was able to observe the total absence of
any armpit hair.

"This kid could turn into a monster," Turner said to himself as he upped
the weight to 200lbs., and watched as Paul easily handled it. As Paul
continued to lift he was looking straight up into Coach Turner's crotch as
he stood above him. Paul felt himself becoming aroused again as he looked
at the bulge of the man-sized genitals that were framed in the fabric of
the Coach's pants. His penis began to throb in the tight jock and he fought
to not get completely hard. "OK Paul, that's enough for today," Turner said
"go get showered and I'll meet you by the scale. I want to weigh and
measure you." The bulge in Paul's shorts as he rose and headed for the
shower was not lost on Coach Turner.

Paul showered and dried himself wrapping his waist in the towel, as he went
to the scale where Coach Turner stood with a clipboard and pen. "Hop on and
let's check your height and weight," Turner told Paul. Paul measured out at
5' 8" and 185 lbs. His exterior was still flabby but no longer distended,
and his arms and legs were sturdy with veins that had begun to become
prominent in his biceps and forearms. His large boy breasts had melted away
to now resemble soft pectorals with the swollen nipples of puberty sticking
out from them. The Coach then measured the width of Paul's shoulders and
the circumference of his biceps. "Take off your towel Paul so I can measure
your legs," Turner said as he stood behind Paul. Paul removed the towel and
Turner noted that his buttocks were not anywhere near as large and dimpled
as he had remembered seeing Paul earlier during the year or when he had
taught his gym classes in 7th and 8th grade. He reached between Paul's legs
and wrapped the tape measure around the center of each of his thighs and
calves, duly noting the measurement. The feeling of Coach Turner's hands as
they slid on and off of his legs, caused Paul's penis to swell a little,
which Paul struggled against mightily.

"Come over to the mirror Paul," Turner said. Paul reached down for the
towel and Turner said "No leave the towel, I want you to see your whole
body." When Paul came to the mirror Turner said, "Now look at yourself. You
are filling out very nicely your arms are strengthening, your chest is
filling out and you gut is receding nicely. When you look down you can see
your pubes, dick and balls---isn't that nice?" Surprised at the pointed
reference to his genitals, Paul stammered "Yeah, Co, Co, Coach---it's
great." Turner smiled and continued "Paul you're in early stage
puberty---it's been less than a year, right?" Paul nodded
affirmatively. "And your pubes are just starting to fill in and your penis
is beginning to grow to its man sized length. You'll rapidly gain weight
and height, the trick is to convert the added weight to muscle and if you
keep working out, you will do just that." Paul looked again at his
reflection in the mirror still not completely used to seeing his slimmed
down body. Then, as he looked at his genitals he felt himself begin to
stiffen.

Paul turned away abruptly as his penis sprang up to its full erect
length. "Oh shit, oh God" Paul stammered as he began to cry. "I'm sorry
Coach it just happened, please don't stop me from trying to play football
because I'm a fag." "Easy there Paul, I have no intention of stopping
you---and what makes you think you're gay?" Paul wept as he continued to
speak, "Because guys make me hard, just like looking at myself did now---I
can't help it." Turner put his arm around the sobbing boy and said, "Hey,
hey everything is fine. You're just at the age when a stiff breeze can get
you hard. It doesn't make you gay, that's a conscious choice---a life style
choice, which is fine to make when you're old enough." Paul looked at him
confused, "You think being gay is OK?" Turner smiled and said "Most people
don't but I do, and not just because I am." Paul was shocked at the man's
candor, "YOU'RE gay, but you're a football coach."

"Christ Paul, lots of guys in sports are gay. I've had sex with teammates
in high school, college and during my 2 years in the Pros. That doesn't
stop me from being a good coach or a good person either. I certainly can't
advertise it and I trust that you'll keep my secret." Paul promised that he
would and then asked "Have you ever done it with any students?" Turner
looked at him sternly and said, "Paul that's a dangerous question, but
yes---on a few rare occasions I've known relationships with boys." Paul
could not believe the next words that came out of his mouth, "Coach, I've
has sex with boys---and one man too, so I know I'm gay and I'm fine with
it. Do you think we could have a relationship?" Turner thought to himself
for a moment before answering "I don't know about a relationship, that is
something that develops over time. But, I can certainly help you get rid of
that hard-on you're sporting."

Paul felt his breath being taken away as the Coach's hand began to actively
stroke his erect length. The warm caress of the large powerful hand that
surrounded his boyhood was making him dizzy. Then the Coach told him to sit
on the bench behind him as the stroking continued in earnest. Then Coach
Turner dropped to his knees and put his mouth on Paul, taking him all the
way in. "Oooohh Myyy Gggoddd," Paul moaned as the man's hot mouth made his
erect penis feel as if it was on fire. The Coach was sucking with
tremendous pressure and a quick sliding action that none of Paul's other
blowjobs had ever felt like. His head was spinning in ecstasy and the head
of his penis was tingling with electricity as the Coach's soft tongue
slathered him. Turner loved the slick feeling of Paul's short and slender
tool, not to mention the delicate feeling of Paul's light growth of black
pubic hair when his nose and upper lip contacted it.

Paul felt his scrotum begin to tighten and he reflexively grab hold of the
sides of the Coach's bobbing head. "HHHuuuuurrrrrUUUUMMMM AAAAAHHHH OOOOHHH
GGGOODDDDDD!" Paul cried out as his body spasmed with the energy of his
sexual release and his semen discharged in four modest blasts that
pleasured him endlessly. When he convulsed and shuddered for the last time,
Turner removed his mouth and then sat back down next to the ecstatic boy.

Paul reached out with his right hand toward the Coach's crotch but it was
intercepted by the Coach's hand as he said, "Let's save that for another
time, OK?" Paul looked at him lovingly and replied, "No, I really want to
do it now---please?" Smiling at Paul, the Coach rose and stripped off his
shirt revealing the sculpted upper body of his 6' 4" frame. Then he lowered
his pants and underwear revealing a large, fat erect penis covered with a
dense growth of light brown hair. Paul took hold of Turner's large pulsing
cock and began to slide his hand quickly over it as the Coach sat down
beside him. Then he put his mouth on Paul's young lips and kissed him
deeply as the young boy's delicate hand pleasured him.

Paul noted that Coach Turner's penis was shaped differently from any that
he had ever touched before. It was long and wide but it was not
round---more of a flat shaft shape that curved downward slightly. The head
of his penis had a dark reddish hue to it and it mushroomed out over the
base of the shaft. As he continued to pump, Coach Turner began to moan
softly. Then he felt the man's hands take him by the shoulders and slowly,
but firmly guide him to the floor where it was obvious that Paul was
expected to take as much of the large erection into his mouth as he
could. Paul did not resist as he covered the throbbing head and several
inches of its shaft. "Ooohh that's good Paul" the Coach whispered lustfully
as he tried to push Paul's thrusting head down on him deeper. Paul hit his
gag point and wrapped his fist tightly around the base of the penis he was
unable to swallow.

With his fist stroking that the lower area of Turner's shaft, while his
mouth bobbed on the amount that would not choke him, Paul began to pick up
the pace of his movements. "Here comes boy" the Coach hissed softly as his
moment approached. "AAAAARRRRRRAAAAHHH" he cried as a powerful jet filled
Paul's mouth. "OOOOOHHHHHHH" as another let loose then
"UUUUUMMMMMMAAAGGGGGGGHHHH" as two more followed before the final shudders
of the Coach's hips let a hard drool of semen release. Paul's mouth was
over flowing as he tried to swallow the ejaculate down, but a sizable drool
escaped and slid down the left corner of his mouth. Paul wiped his face
clean with a towel and after they dressed in silence, Turner motion to Paul
to approach.

"Obviously we keep this between ourselves, right Paul?" Paul nodded quickly
as he replied "Yes sir, I won't say a word. Are we going to be doing this
every time---not that I wouldn't but it would be hard to be in private
right?" Turner smiled "You're a good kid Percer, and a smart one. No we
won't do it every time, just sometimes when things will work out. I'll let
you know---don't YOU do the asking. And Paul, when I yell at you---which I
will, it's just being a Coach and it's not personal. Remember, we have two
relationships now---a professional one and a personal one. They must never
collide, got it?" Paul smiled and said "Yeah Coach, I got it! Do we have 'a
relationship' though?" Then Turner put his arm around the boy as they
walked out of the locker room and said "It sure seem like it looking that
way". Paul was feeling so good about himself and his dual relationship with
Coach Turner, and Turner thought that Paul could be a "keeper" both
athletically and sexually. But neither of them had any idea that their
sexual interaction had been witnessed in its entirety by Ryan Paulson, an
8th grader who had been hiding around the corner from them in the laundry
room where he frequently masturbated his hairless but wanting penis.

Paul's entry into the shower caught him by surprise, but he had continued
to stroke himself as he watched Paul shower, almost orgasming when Paul
lathered his penis and testicles and scrubbed at his slight crop of dark
pubic hairs. He continued to spy on them through the oral sex show, during
which he climaxed so hard his cries almost escaped the towels he had
pressed tightly across his mouth. "What to do now?" Ryan thought "and how
best to turn it to my advantage?" Paul had no idea of what lie in store for
him as Ryan had no desire to use his new found information against Coach
Turner---at least not yet! But Paul was another matter---here was a boy he
could have fun with ...