Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 20:37:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pixie Dust - 1  (Revised)

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Pixie Dust


Tanner Wilkerson finished his shower, toweled himself off and got ready for
bed. He put on clean sleep pants, a plain white T-shirt, and then brushed
his teeth. He always saved combing his hair for last. For anyone else, five
minutes in front of the mirror would do the job. But ever since Tanner had
been old enough to comb it himself, he'd become obsessed with doing his
hair. He wanted it to be perfect. That meant it always took him longer to
get it just right. Over the years he'd tried several different hair styles
but hadn't settled on one he really liked until a couple of months ago when
he'd turned thirteen. By then he'd let it grow long enough so it hung over
his ears and then he styled it with a swooping curve that dropped down over
one eye. A few boys at school called him an "Emo."

"You're such a girl!"

Tanner turned his head in time to see his sister Megan roll her eyes at
him. It wasn't the first time; in fact she'd been making similar comments a
lot lately. Over the last couple of years she'd turned their usual
brother/sister exchanges from annoying into pestering. Tanner gave her a
pissy look and went back to his hair. Unfortunately, he'd left the bathroom
door open and that had given his sister the chance to tease him. Megan had
to have been on her way down the hall to her room. Tanner wished she'd just
kept on walking.

The words seemed to hang in the air. "You're such a girl!"

The way she'd said it caused Tanner to blush with embarrassment. At his age
Tanner found he was sensitive to anything people said or thought about
him. His sister's words hurt and he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything
to deserve the taunt.

Megan gave an exaggerated sigh and tossed Tanner a somewhat disgusted
look. Tanner interpreted it as her way of saying "You're such a loser!" She
didn't actually say it, but the look was enough.

Looking into the mirror one last time, Tanner turned off the bathroom
light. "Maybe Megan's right," he thought glumly. "Maybe I am just like a
girl."

In fact, it had been recently Tanner had started to notice some of the
things Megan had been teasing him about. She often laughed at him because
of the way he sat on the couch with his legs pulled up and off to the side,
"like a girl."

His sister also teased him about the way he decorated his room. He'd put up
several posters of boy bands and cute teen boy singers. Megan had made fun
of those for weeks.

Megan had also teased him about the way he walked; she laughed and said he
"swished." But all that was minor in comparison to how she teased him about
his voice. Tanner's voice had always been higher pitched than other
boys. That hadn't been a problem as a nine-year-old, but now at thirteen
his voice didn't seem to be changing even though other things were.

The saddest part of it all was that when Tanner had been younger, he'd
looked up to his sister, after all she was four years older. But lately
that close feeling was gone. Now he felt embarrassed whenever she was
around.

Tanner remembered the exact day his sister had gone from annoying to out
right teasing. It was the morning after he'd had his first wet dream. He
didn't remember much about the dream itself, except that it had been about
a cute boy. But when he sat down for breakfast that morning Megan must have
seen that he was more awkward and embarrassed than usual. She stared
straight at him. It was like ESP or something. A half a minute later,
Tanner just knew she'd figured out what had happened to him. He felt his
face flush, his ears seemed to burn, and he wanted to crawl under the
table. Megan grinned. Then she made a quick motion with her fingers, "shame
on you" and then giggled.

Looking back, Tanner wished that he could have just disappeared forever
right then and there; his sister knew his deepest secret, he'd made a mess
in his underpants. Instead of feeling like a man he felt like a baby.

Bathroom chores finished, Tanner was back in his room and headed for his
bed. His father had made a loft bed for him so he could have a desk under
the raised platform. It helped to make good use of the small space in his
room. As he crawled up the steps to the bed, Tanner looked up at the poster
he'd tacked to the ceiling just above his pillow. It was of JB, the sexy
hot boy singer. Tanner wasn't sure why he enjoyed looking at the boy's face
so much but he'd found it was a nice way to drift off to sleep.

Megan had commented on that, too. "When are you going to start acting like
a boy?" she'd huffed.

Tanner brushed off the memory, touched the tip of his finger lightly to the
lips on the picture and softly said, "Goodnight."

He pulled up his covers and turned onto his side. As he tucked in his legs
and curled into a ball, his sister's words echoed and wouldn't go
away. "You're such a girl!"

Tanner closed his eyes as sadness washed over him. It wasn't long before
tears showed up. "What if she's right?" he asked himself. "What if I really
was supposed to be a girl? Maybe something happened and things got mixed
up?"

The tears continued to flow as the young boy softly sobbed. All he knew for
sure was that he was confused. He had all kinds of feelings. He wondered if
other boys his age felt the same way.

* * * *

The trip to the mall had been a disaster. Tanner had expected his mother
would hover, which would have been bad enough, but then she'd really gone
over the line and made him try on jeans. He'd picked out a nice pair that
hung low on his hips and had style. Not like the plain, ordinary ones lots
of other boys wore. But she'd made him try them on. Worse than that, she'd
then gotten all touchy-feely. She'd patted, tugged, and jerked to check the
way they fit, up to and including his crotch.

"Thirteen-year-old boys shouldn't get their crotch groped by their
mothers," Tanner thought angrily, "especially in front of god and
everybody."

He wasn't sure if he'd ever get over the looks he'd gotten from the two
boys from his class who'd seen it. Tanner was just making the move from
middle school to high school. He worried word would get around fast and
he'd become known as `the kid who's mom felt up his nuts at the mall."

Just starting high school was worry enough without all the other things
that came with finding your way around a new building. Tanner knew he'd
have an even harder time fitting in because of the high school's emphasis
on sports. The jocks were sure to be a problem. Then there was gym class,
and all the macho stuff that went on there. Then once gym was over, Tanner
couldn't even imagine what it was going to be like to have to drop his
pants and take a shower in front of twenty-five other boys. Yes, high
school was sure to bring a bunch of worries.

Finally home from the mall, Tanner tossed the bulging shopping bags onto
his desk. There were the jeans, some shirts, T-shirts, socks, and six pairs
of underwear. When Tanner had put the underwear on the stack of things on
the counter, his mother had turned away. He was pretty sure she was trying
not to laugh in front of him. Instead of the usual tighty whitey briefs
he'd worn since kindergarten, Tanner had picked out some that resembled
Speedo swim suits in six different colors. He'd decided he better have new
underwear if he was going to have to get naked in the locker room. "Plain
white was for little kids."

Stripping down, Tanner stood naked by his bed. He opened the bag with the
undies, grabbed the red ones and tore off the price tag. He pulled them on
and walked over to his closet. Opening the door, he examined himself in the
long mirror attached to the back. Tanner struck several poses, leaning
first on one hip and then the other. He put his hand on his hip like a
model and daintily turned left, then right. Finally he turned around so he
could look at his butt. The undies were a little smaller than he'd
expected, which made his butt cheeks stand out. The lump in the front was a
little more noticeable as well. Still, the color was fabulous and Tanner
decided he liked the way they made him look.

Staring at his reflection Tanner could see why people sometimes thought he
looked like a girl. With his longer hair, slim build, and curvy body, he
did look a lot like his best friend Kristen. He'd even heard a couple of
people call him a "pretty boy."

Stripping off the briefs, Tanner took another look at himself starting at
the top and making his way down. When he got to his middle he stared at
what was between his legs. His penis looked overly-large for a boy his
age. Or at least he thought it did. When he'd measured it he found it was
five inches long. He hoped that he'd get taller in the next couple of years
and then his dick would look like it was a better fit. There was one thing
though that gave him a smile. He was happy to see a wisp of hair just above
his cock. He was disappointed however that there wasn't any sign of hair
anywhere else. But he supposed it would come along in time.

With a toss of his head, Tanner flicked the hair out of his eyes. Leaning
on one hip he again stared at himself. He agreed, he was kind of a pretty
boy. Tanner reached down and gently played with his cock. He fondled his
nuts and noticed they were hanging heavy in their tiny sack. He stroked
himself again.

"You're such a girl," Megan had taunted.

Tanner couldn't get that thought out of his mind. On an impulse, he opened
his legs, gently pushed his cock and balls back toward his ass, and closed
his legs again. With his boy parts now safely tucked out of sight he looked
totally different. His tummy curved gently down to the spot where his legs
came together but now there wasn't a dick. He made a furrow with his finger
to see what it would look like if he were a girl down there. He rubbed his
fingertip up and down the spot. That's where a girl would have a slit and
that's where boys would look when they wanted to find her hole.

"I do look like a girl," Tanner whispered as he stared at the spot where
his dick had been.

Tanner stood like that for several long minutes. Putting his hand on his
hip again, he slowly turned until he could see his butt. He looked over his
shoulder and then turned back again. Seeing his butt he had the strange
feeling that he'd like to try on a pair of his sister's panties. He guessed
they'd make him look even more like a girl; make him look prettier. But
that thought vanished almost as quickly as it had arrived. Opening his legs
and letting his cock and balls return to normal, Tanner reached down and
rubbed his dick. Three or four strokes and the thing started
growing. Tanner kept at it and watched as his cock got fully hard and
slapped up tight against his flat stomach. He'd only been jacking off for a
few months but had learned he loved the feeling he got when his cock jerked
and he felt the hard squirts as he unloaded.

Tanner turned away from the mirror and, cock pointing the way, climbed the
ladder to his bed. His balls swayed back and forth as he climbed. He
wondered if that meant they were really full. He settled onto his back and
looked up at the poster of the cute boy. Wrapping his hand around his dick,
Tanner smiled and got busy. He looked deep into the boy's eyes as he
methodically rubbed his dick and felt his nuts. Tanner was a fast learner
and he'd quickly figured out the things that felt really good when he
jacked. As he got closer and closer his eyes fluttered and his hand sped
up.

"It's okay, you can shoot it in my mouth," Tanner moaned, imagining he was
on his knees in front of the cute singer, sucking the kid's dick.

"Oh fuck, Oooohhhhhh, fuck, fuck!" Tanner moaned softly just before he
came. Seconds later jet after jet of cum shot into the air and splattered
on his chest. The gooey white stuff just kept coming as he pumped his dick
as hard as he could. Then it slowed. Finally the last of it dribbled out
and the playfully wicked feeling of squirting the stuff was replaced with
an overall good feeling, more like a soft glow. "They WERE full," Tanner
thought, the edges of his mouth turning up in the start of a smile. As his
cock softened, he ran his fingers through the white stuff covering his
belly and then broke into a wide grin.

* * * *

Tanner listened as Kristen gushed over the phone at him. The two walked to
school together, ate lunch together, and had been practically inseparable
since first grade but they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Tanner and
Kristen were just each other's best friends in all the world.

"You have to come to the competition!"

Tanner could hear in Kristen's voice that turning down the invitation
wasn't an option.

"But I have things to do Saturday," Tanner whined.

"This is more important." Kristen's tone suggested that the matter was
settled.

Tanner knew better than to argue further. "All right, I guess," he finally
agreed.

As the call ended, Tanner felt somewhat embarrassed. The only reason he'd
hesitated to accept Kristen's offer now seemed silly. But, he really DIDN'T
know what to wear to a gymnastics competition. He wondered what his mom
would say to another shopping trip?

* * * *

The sports centre was about half-full so finding a seat wasn't a
problem. Megan had complained about having to drive Tanner to the event,
but their mother had reminded her that if she wanted the car Saturday night
she'd better be nicer to her brother. Besides, their mother was going to be
busy all afternoon doing volunteer work for a `get out the vote' drive for
the coming election. That meant that Tanner would also have to get a ride
home. Kristen had said Tanner could get a ride from her parents, so that
problem was solved.

Tanner looked over and saw there were actually five teams of girls
competing. "It must be some regional thing," he decided. Gymnastics had
been cut from all the school budgets so a network of clubs had sprung
up. Teams had been arranged for various age groups. Kids could join any
club they wanted as long as they stayed within the age restrictions.

Tanner had watched Kristen for years. He'd been with her when she'd started
at seven and now at thirteen he thought she was incredible. He didn't have
a doubt that she'd be on the medal stand several times before the day was
out. He'd never joined a club because he didn't think he was good enough.

Looking toward the other side of the room, Tanner was surprised to see
there was also a boy's competition going on. Again, five teams seemed to be
represented. As he looked at all of the boys he found himself coming back
to one in particular. The boy looked to be Tanner's age or maybe a year
older. He, too, was slender, but where Tanner was almost girlish, this boy
had well-developed shoulders, strong arms, and a solid stomach. His legs
looked powerful and yet not overly so. The kid's shiny blond hair was cut
short so as to not be in the way, but it flopped a bit as he did different
routines.

For almost three hours Tanner watched the competition. He studied the
vault, rings, floor exercises, and balance beam. He tried to stay focused
on the girls and especially Kristen; but he came back again and again to
the boys. Watching them had done something Tanner hadn't expected. Several
times he found he had to move his dick. It had gotten hard, and it just
wouldn't go down.

* * * *

It was late in the afternoon and Tanner was almost alone in the
gym. Kristen had asked him to wait for her then they'd both ride home. The
equipment was all still in place. Tanner had heard that another group was
scheduled to use it the following day.

Walking past the uneven bars, Tanner ran his hand along the shiny wood. He
liked the feel of it and wondered what it would be like to do the things
that he'd seen Kristen do on them. He walked past the rings and didn't even
try reaching for them, they were way too high. When he came to the balance
beam Tanner couldn't resist seeing what it felt like. He pulled off his
shoes and walked the length. It wasn't hard at all; in fact it was really
easy. Gaining confidence, he bent over and placed his hands on the beam and
then very gently rose up into a handstand. Once there, Tanner spread his
legs apart and held the pose for a few seconds. He went back to the plain
handstand and then back down on the beam. All those years of watching
Kristen and the play times they had in her backyard pretending they were
both in a competition seemed to have paid off.

* * * *

"Should have taken the gold," Kyle Hamilton said to himself as he finished
picking up his gear. He was always disappointed when he didn't place first
or second. Today he'd been tired and that had cost him. He'd forfeited the
gold when he lost his grip on the rings.

He was lost in thought when he walked out of the locker room and toward the
gym. When he looked up he saw a tiny guy in street clothes on the balance
beam. Guys didn't compete on balance beam, but he thought the way the kid
moved was something else. He looked incredibly relaxed and his motions
artfully fluid...a natural.

As Kyle watched, the kid moved over to the vault area and playfully made
the "ready" sign, ran at full speed, and sprang a perfect vault. He was so
little the whole thing was a blur, and once again the kid made it look
effortless.

Kyle watched a few minutes more as the boy played, this time doing a floor
routine.

A girl came out from the area of the girl's locker room and seconds later
the kid and girl walked out together.

Leaving the sports center himself, Kyle saw his coach packing a car with
equipment. He stopped and told him what he'd just seen. He described the
boy and what he'd been doing. "I think our team could use a kid like
that. You know, we do kind of suck at floor exercises and vault."

The coach's eyes narrowed at the word "suck."

"Oh, uh sorry, I meant we can do a whole lot better."

"So what's this kid's name?"

"I don't know, but it would be easy to find out. He left with Kristen from
the `East Valley All Stars'."

"He's good?" the coach asked.

"Well, he needs a lot of work and stuff, but he's a natural. Heck, you
should see him do a vault. He's like a little pixie."

The coach laughed. "A pixie?"

Kyle smiled. "Yeah, all he needs is Peter Pan."

The boy had one more thought, but decided to keep it to himself. He'd bring
it out again when he was in bed, and the lights were out.


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Thanks for reading this first chapter and I hope you'll write me with
comments or suggestions. Contact me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Thanks, J