Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 18:13:03 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 10 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 10 _____________________________________ "Hello" Dr. Carl answered as he paused the tape of Fred and Tim that he had been watching in his dark curtain drawn living room. "Dr. Carl, it's Fred." "Fred, why are you calling me at home at this hour" Dr. Carl replied with a voice of concern. "I got your number from the book and I need to talk to you tonight!" Fred demanded. "I just got in a fight with Tim over things and I don't want him involved any more. I don't want things to change between us and I'm afraid they will." "OK Fred" Dr. Carl said "it's certainly your call, however you want to proceed." Dr. Carl desparately wanted Tim to continue in the "treatments", but he knew he had to make Fred think that he was in control, otherwise his real control of the situation could slip. "Fred" he continued "I certainly sensed that you were not overly pleased with Tim's involvement and, other than to insure your silence, I had no intention of things being other than strictly private between the two of us. It's up to you, but you should know that Tim could aid significantly in the speed with which the treatments might effect you" Dr. Carl lied. "How can he help out Doc?" "Well, you remember that he came a little bit tonight, right?" "Yeah" Fred mumbled, his anger being obvious to Dr. Carl "the little fuck thinks he's King Shit right now." "Listen Fred, Tim has no more control over his development than you did before we stumbled on the ability to stimulate your growth. I know it's painful for you to see him ahead of you, but it won't be long before you pass him by a mile, especially if he helps." His spirits lifted Fred asked "exactly how does he fit in." "Fred, Tim is the same as you genetically and you have the same blood type, so his hormones are bound to be much more effective than mine." "But Dr. Carl, those guys last night weren't family and I got my first hair from their hormones." "Correct Fred, I suspect that one or both of them were the same blood type as you or, like me, their blood type qualifies as 'universal donor' which means it works with anyone. But Tim has the added advantage of being a perfect genetic match with you. The more he can produce for you the more effective and faster the treatments will work...doesn't that make sense to you Fred?" "Yeah, I understand what you're saying, but I don't want it to fuck things up between us." "Fred, you make the call, but I suspect that within a few weeks you'll be sprouting significant pubic growth if Tim supplements my hormones with his. Otherwise it could take months." Dr. Carl knew that he had Fred convinced even before Fred replied that Tim could stay in the treatments. "Very well Fred, now go to bed...you need your rest. And remember no touching, right?" "Right Doc" Fed answered as he hung up the phone. "God I'm good" Dr. Carl thought as he turned the tape back on and massaged his growing penis as his thoughts drifted back to his second youthful encounter with Tommy. More than two weeks had passed since they had shared their first experience and Petey was ecstatic when his parents announced that they were going to dinner and a movie that night and that Tommy would be sitting him. Petey tried to act nonchalant at the news, but inside he was so excited that he barely got out of the room before he had a raging boner. About an hour later Petey heard the doorbell ring while he was up in his room and then he heard his parents talking to Tommy...standard baby-sitter instructional stuff. "Petey, Tommy's here and we're leaving" his mother called "come on down and say good bye." "I can't" Petey lied "I'm in the bathroom." "OK son" his Dad said "be good and do what Tommy says...lights out at 10 and there's pizza in the kitchen. "OK Dad, you guys have fun...good night." And they were off. As Petey heard them start the car he was already stripped naked and he bounded down the stairs to see Tommy, his boyish erection bobbing up and down as he ran. "Jesus Petey, I'm glad to see you too" Tommy laughed at the sight of his aroused little friend. "You've got quite a boner going there and damn if I'm not getting cranked up myself." "Let me see" Petey demanded and he reached for Tommy's belt and began to unfasten his pants. When Petey dropped Tommy's jeans he could see the outline of Tommy's arousal through the tight white jockeys he was wearing. Petey slipped his hands in the top of the elastic band and could feel the warmth of Tommy's erection. As he pulled them down Tommy's hard little dick was at first caught in the material but then released and sprung upwards to slap at his abdomen. "That's better Tommy" Petey said as he began to fondle Tommy and softly rub the thin line of pubic hairs above his taunt penis. Petey studied the shape of Tommy's development...many more hairs on the outside areas and a much more sparse grouping directly above. There were no hairs on his scrotum, not even any whities, as far as Petey could see. "Let's go lay down on the floor by the couch like we did before" Petey said leading Tommy by the hand. "Sounds good" Tommy said as he removed his shirt and became as naked as his little lover. The lay down next to each other and as Petey positioned himself to take Tommy into his mouth Tommy said "Let's do each other at the same time" and he swung around facing Petey's erection which in size was the equal of his own, although mostly hairless. "Petey" Tommy noted "you've got more whities than a few weeks ago and some of 'em look like they're getting some color." Petey sat up to inspect himself with pride. "Yeah they've been growing and the times I've beat off since then are making me squirt a little too. Not like you, but some sticky clear stuff's been leaking out a little more each time" "You'll be shooting in no time...let's get at it man" Tommy said as the two boys took each other into their hot wet mouths. They moaned and rocked as they bobbed up and down their respective lengths, then Petey felt Tommy stiffen and shudder as his small offering released in his mouth. "OH SIHT" Tommy cried releasing Petey's dick from his mouth as he writhed in joy. "OhhhhhAHHHHHH UUhhhhnnnnuhhhhh!" Tommy reached back orf Petey's stick crand and sucked on it slowly as the excitement of his orgasm passed. After he was sure that Tommy was fully satisfied and his erection began to subside, Petey rose off of him and let Tommy's semen run from his mouth into his hand. As Tommy continued to suck on Petey, he examined the fluid more closely noting its substantially whiter color and thickness. He wiped it under the bottom of the couch, then laid back to let Tommy finish him off. About five minutes later, as Tommy slurped away at him, Petey felt his scrotum begin to tingle and he arched his hips in rhythm to Tommy's motions feeling like he was driving himself as deep as he could into Tommy's mouth. Then he CLIMAXED!!! The waves of excitement crashed over him and he yelped like a puppy as his testicles fired up into him, recoiled and then fired again. "Do it Tommmmyyyyy...please God don't stop...I think I'm going to shoot some more..." and a final rush of pleasure caused him to stiffen every muscle in his body as the head of his penis drove deep into Tommy's mouth. He was in a daze of intense pleasure when Tommy began to pull off of him. Instinctively he grabbed the back of Tommy's head and moaned "No, please not yet...it feels soooo gooood." Tommy stayed on him and was surprised that Petey was staying rock hard and was not too sensitive after his release to want Tommy to stop. "Tommy stopped to ask Petey if he thought he was going to be able to go again and Petey responded "I think I could let you suck on me forever." "My neck's getting too stiff Petey, let's stop for a while OK?" Reluctantly Petey agreed and the two boys dressed and went to the kitchen to eat. "That was great Tommy, let's do it again in a few minutes." "Well, maybe in an hour or so...we've got lots of time Petey." "I know we do but ever since the last time I've been dying to do it with you again. It feels so much better than when I do it myself. I almost called you a couple of times to see if we could get together." Sternly Tommy said "Don't ever do that...you'll get us busted and our folks would go nuts if they ever found out. We'll do it when I sit for you which will be often enough. By next year you'll be too old to sit and that will be it because I expect to have a girl friend by then anyway." Petey hid his disappointment and doubted that the last time Tommy sat him would be the last time they'd have sex together, but he figured there was no reason to discuss it. "ARRRGGGUUUHHH" Dr. Carl yelled as the memories of Tommy and the visions on the video of Fred and Tim climaxing brought him to his own powerful orgasm. He sprayed his seed up the entire length of his bare chest and felt the warm fluid cooling as he wiped it away. After locking the precious tape in his vault, Dr. Carl retired to bed. The next morning Fred awoke with a tremendous hard on straining at the covers that surrounded him. He rose and dropped his pants to inspect it, but being mindful of Dr. Carl's instructions, he did not relieve himself as he otherwise would have. The morning sun shone brightly through Fred's bedroom window and he stood in it's warm rays which had the effect of fully illuminating his throbbing penis. The intensity of the light permeated every crevice of Fred's genitals and he looked in wonder and with great joy at the numerous fine white hairs that emanated from him. The trick the light had merely revealed what had been there all along but was otherwise invisible in normal room light. Fred immediately attributed it to the success of his "treatment" and felt incredibly thankful that Dr. Carl was taking care of him. Of course this was exactly what Dr. Carl had planned...that Fred's normal development would seem to validate the rampant sexual escapades that he had in store for Fred and Tim. Fred continued to check himself thoroughly in the sunlight and he noted that two of the longer outer hairs had some color at their tips. "Thank Christ!" he thought to himself and he turned to look at himself in the dressing mirror that hung on the back of his door. "Still bald as a baby from 10 feet away though" he remorsed. "But at least it's starting." Fred quickly dressed for school and fixed the sling to his uninjured left arm. His ass still ached from the beating he'd recently taken and the color of the welts left by the stick had taken on a bruised like effect. Fred knew that they would dissipate soon and his fake injury would keep him from the gym and basketball showers until his stripes had faded. He met Tim in the hallway and extended his hand apologetically. "Still friends?" he asked. "Of course we are Bro" Tim replied giving his older brother a firm hug. After breakfast the boys boarded their respective school busses. When Fred boarded his bus, he was greeted by his good friend Alan Malard who asked what was up with the sling. Fred said that he'd taken a fall but was OK and should be out of the sling in about a week. Fred didn't have to turn to know who spoke to him next. "Guess you'll just have to pound your bald pud right handed, huh Freddie." It was Jed Parker all right, Fred's main nemesis and constant tormentor. "Fuck off Parker!" Alan shot back "if anybody knows about pud pulling it's you, you cock tugging JACKASS!" The school bus erupted in laughter, the girls laughing just as hard as the guys. Jed felt his face flush red as he tried to respond. "Oh, like you don't Malard...at least when I do it's through a crop of pubes and more than air shoots out of me Freddie!" The girls were getting more info than they needed or wanted and Sarah Jones let Jed know that he was grossing her out. Fred of course went into his "high road" mode and acted as if nothing was going on around him. In reality it hurt like Hell but the day was soon approaching when the Jed Parker's of the world wouldn't have the puberty stick to hit him with. "Yeah" Jed continued "well if baldy here has fucked up his arm, it looks like I'll get to start at point guard for the next few games." Fred realized that too, but his need for privacy while his butt healed clearly superseded his desire to play ball. Besides he was by far and away the best guard on the team and Jed wouldn't do anything in a game or two to jeopardize Fred's starting position. "Oh, Jed I'm sure Fred is just terrorized of that" Alan responded. "I mean look at what a great job you did when Fred hurt his other arm during football season and you took over at QB. Let's see Jed...our Freshman team was 6-0 with Fred and he hardly threw an interception and we finished the season 0-4 with you in there throwing more compilations to the other team's D-backs than you did to me or Randy Stiles." Again the bus burst into laughter. "If you and Stiles could hold on to the ball they wouldn't have been piked. I bet you missed them on purpose to make me look bad and protect you hairless buddies starting job you fucking wimp." "What did you want us to do Parker?" Alan fired back "grow 10 feet tall to pull those misfires of yours down. You sucked plain and simple!" Jed Parker didn't respond further than to say "Fuck Off!!" as the bus pulled up to the front doors of Callendar High School. Fred went to his locker to get his books then headed down to Coach Hugo's office to let him know he would be missing the next two freshman basketball games. The coach obviously understood but he was clearly disappointed that Fred would not be able to play. He said that he still expected Fred to attend practices, being part of a "team" and all, and Fred said that he had planned to. During gym class Fred sat at the top of the bleachers studying algebra when Paul Percer stopped by. "I heard you fucked up your arm man" Paul said. "Yeah, but what's your excuse for bagging gym today? Fred replied. "I used the old sore stomach line" Paul said rubbing his ample belly "works every time." Fred had always been nice to Paul who was their class' resident fat kid, not that they were real close. During 5th and 6th grade Fred stuck up for him mainly because Jed Parker and his cronies were Paul's main tormentors and other than with respect to puberty issues, Fred loved any opportunity to get in Jed's face. Then in 7th and 8th grade their bond grew tighter because Paul was as hairless as him until this year. Paul was only fat in his stomach and ass, his arms, legs and face looking otherwise normal, as opposed to those really obese kids with multiple chins and thighs that ran together. His portly belly hung down pretty good and naked it appeared to collapse down on the top of his dick so that only the head was visible when he stood. "Dickless" was a common taunt as was "Fatass", "Bald Lard" and other obvious barbs. Like Fred, Paul ignored his tormentors, but over the last summer Paul's pubes began to come in and by the time they started 9th grade he had a pretty good little bush, though he was otherwise hairless under his arms and elsewhere. At first no one noticed Paul's development because the hang of his belly trapped his pubic hairs in the fold it created. But about a week into the school year, at gym class good 'ole Jed looked at a naked Paul as he came out of the shower and said "Still bald and dickless, huh, fatboy?" When Paul proudly pulled his belly up revealing his growth and the full measure of a clearly average length flaccid penis, Jed hissed that "it's about fucking time...guess you're the only smooth cock left in class now Fred!!" That stung like Hell but Fred was glad for Paul's escape from bald-land while saddened that he was indeed the last of its inhabitants. Anyway Paul was a spas when it came to sports so aside from being able to show off his new crop, gym class held no attraction for him. He liked Fred a lot, but was afraid to try to advance their friendship and have Fred know that he was attracted to him sexually. He'd been beating off to thoughts of Fred for years and longed to hold his smooth muscular body next to him and suck his baby dick for all it was worth. Paul would lay on his back and masturbate with one hand while sticking a lubed finger as far as he could up his well dimpled ass. He pretended that his finger was Fred's smooth cock penetrating him from behind as he reached around to stroke Paul's dick while he pumped away. When Paul would cum, his sphincter closed down hard on his prodding finger and when Paul would forcefully withdraw it, the spiraling arch of his launched semen would hit new and higher heights. Fred did not share the attraction or at least he had never thought about it. But he did seem to catch himself staring at Paul when they dressed and showered for gym, mainly to check out Paul's continued pubic developments which he envied and hoped to soon follow. When he last caught a glimpse of Paul naked, he was surprised to see that his hairs were escaping the gravitational pull of his gut fold, as some of his pubic tops were able to escape like little blades of grass straining towards the light. Paul caught Fred looking once but didn't let on. He knew what Fred's intentions were, or more accurately, were not. He felt sorry for Fred because he knew full well the strength of yearning for the onset of puberty. The only thing stronger was Paul's yearning to be thin. As they sat talking, Paul's gaze began to fix on the area of Fred's upper lip. In the florescent lighting of the gym, Paul could see a definite faint fuzzy darkening. "What are you looking at Paul? Do I have a ball of snot hanging out of my nose or what" Fred asked smiling. "No..well..it's just...I mean, are you starting to...uh, uh you know change?" Paul stammered. Fred certainly could have ignored the comment and moved on but Paul was a source of knowledge for Fred and he knew Paul's intentions were only good. "Yeah, man finally!!" Fred said relieved that he had someone his age to confide in. "Shit Fred, I know how tough it's been for you, and those fuck heads just don't let up. Congratulations!" "Can I ask you something...how long it take to really get some growth once it started for you?" "Not long Fred but I think I had some false starts, I mean I thought I'd started but I really hadn't." "What do you mean?" Fred inquired. "I kind of thought things were happening down there but they really weren't...mostly wishful thinking. But then one day I checked myself out and KNEW it was happening and things just took off from there." "Fuck" Fred said "I hope I'm not having a false start!" "Fred, if you want, I could tell you, I mean it was just like it started the other day for me I remember it perfectly." A little shocked Fred asked what he meant and Paul said "Look man we see each other naked in the lockers all the time...just never close up. All I'm saying is I got to go take a piss and if you stood at the troth next to me I could look over and tell you what I think." "Sounds weird" Fred replied. "Suit yourself" Paul said rising "like I said I gotta piss. As Fred watched Paul amble down the bleacher steps he concluded "What the fuck...information is power, right?" Soon he was standing hip to hip with Paul who was in mid-piss when Fred joined him. No one was in the bathroom and the lay out of the room was such that they would clearly be able to hear any one who entered and have more than enough time to separate before they could be spotted. As Fred began to pull his penis through the fly in his pants Paul said "No man, do it like I am." Fred looked over to see that Paul had unbuckled his pants and had pulled himself over the top of his wide boxers so that his pubic region was in full view (or at least the "escapee pubes" were in plain sight between his rolls of skin). Fred followed suit and Paul leaned over and gazed in wonder. "Wait a minute Fred, let me zip up first." After Paul had fastened his pants he bent over Fred who was holding his whole package out in one cupped hand under the bathroom light as Paul inspected him. Fred's scent was perform to Paul and gave him an instant hard on which was not visible through his baggy pants. As he bent close and saw Fred's lone pube and the definite prescence of whities waiting to bloom he said "Yeah, that's it you're getting there...congrats man!" "Thanks Paul let's get the fuck out of here" Fred said relieved in the knowledge that his puberty was in progress and equally relieved that no one had come in while Paul was conducting his inspection. "Be right behind you...I think I'll take a crap as long as I'm in here." Paul replied as Fred walked out. Paul flew into the farthest stall dropped his pants and leaned froward placing his forehead against the wall above the toilet as he began to rapidly stroke his needy member. Given the size of his belly, he could only catch glimpses of his hand as it work deftly over his yearning shaft. Paul had been here before but the vision of Fred so fresh in his mind brought him over the edge in 20 strokes and he bit his lip as he released three fine sprays of his fluid into the toilet water below him. He stifled back another moan as the next to shudders through his cock almost buckled his knees. "God damn that felt good" Paul thought as he grabbed some tissue to wipe down his sticky dick head. Sweating hard as he emerged from the stall, Paul washed up and joined Fred on the gym bleachers were he hoped to continue their story and maybe share a secret or two.