Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2018 11:06:42 -0500 From: Carl Williams Subject: Seventh Grade Popping Seventh Grade Popping By Carl txs.lore@gmail.com I really love reading these stories. I want to keep reading them, and having a place to send my stories. So, please considering donating to keep it all going. The start of the school year here takes me back and makes me remember one particular year. It was 7th grade. Moving from elementary school to the big junior high. So many things would be different, moving from class to class each hour, many teachers, electives, lunch that we could leave and get something down the street, and PE where we had to get naked. That didn't really bother me nor excite me. I had been in several situations where we all had to get naked and it just wasn't a big deal. I had changed and taken showers at summer camp, no big deal. And did things at the Boys Club and changed in the locker room. And there were a lot of times that I would change with my Dad and Grandad. Like at hunting camp or at Grandad's pool, and sometimes just to get cleaned up to go to dinner or something. Things were changing though. At the end of 6th grade, I started getting fuzz above my dick. I knew it was pubes and I'd get looking like Dad before too long. I always thought Dad looked so weird, he didn't have a lot of hair on his body but he had a big target of black pubes all around his dick and balls. I was told it was to keep his man parts warm. I couldn't imagine where he could go that he needed to keep it THAT warm. Anyway, over summer, my pubes turned dark and long, my balls were getting big, so big that they didn't feel like they fit in my underwear or swimsuit. And my dick was getting big and heavy. And it got hard so much more than it ever did. And I didn't have to do anything for it to get hard. Some days of that summer, I would lay around the house and let my boner stick up and I'd play with it. I loved how it would hold my towel when I got out of a shower. I heard my Dad and Grandad talking about me. Grandad was amazed at how much I had grown, not just tall but also how much my dick and balls had grown. I remember a great line from my Dad. He said, "When puberty hit the boy, it didn't just start taking him down the road. He jumped over the cliff in one big leap!" They kept talking that day. I tried to just ignore them but when they were talking about how the girls would go crazy when they saw my dick, I blushed and they laughed. That change was getting me nervous. I wasn't going to be like all my friends. I knew there wasn't a single boy that I did stuff with that summer that had dark pubes and all their dicks still were little pink things that looked more like mushrooms. I had started to be careful about hiding what I had. I'd pee and stay up close to the urinal. I'd stay bent over when I'd change in and out of my swim suit. Although, I found out that my long balls could be seen from the butt side! At the end of 6th grade, taking showers with everybody in PE wasn't a big thing but just before 7th grade, I was starting to dread it. The first two days of school, we didn't suit up for PE. We went over rules, and the kind of things that we would be doing, and some options that we could vote on, and things like that. When the coach got to what we were expected to wear, he held up a jock. I knew what it was. But I always felt like it was a strange thing, your butt was just completely naked. Almost everybody else giggled. The coach laughed a little too. He said it was necessary and much easier to do the sports and such. Well, I wasn't the only one going shopping that weekend for a jock. I recognized a lot of boys at the store. I did spend most of the weekend thinking about how I would handle the showers. I decided to just act natural and get naked. I didn't really believe acting natural and getting naked went together back then either. Monday PE was a mess. I felt so mature when we started putting on shorts and Tees to workout. I was surrounded by my friends and they made a big deal about putting on a jock or just getting naked. There were a couple of boys who couldn't even figure out how to put it on. They kept putting their legs in the wrong place. And I noticed how empty the pouches on the other boys looked. I filled mine out pretty good. I was pretty proud of that. We got yelled at and told to get our butts moving. I was the first to run outside and started catching footballs from the coach. The workout was fun. It was more than just playing on the playground. I was tired at the end. And any idea of not taking a shower had to be dismissed. I wasn't going to the rest of my classes, all stinky and sweaty. I went into a little trance and decided that I was just going to let everything hang out. As I got naked, and then walked to the shower, I saw a lot of my friends looking at my dick and balls. Some tried to discretely point them out to the boy next to them. Several whispered, some nodded. I made it all the way to the shower and survived. I didn't feel like I was showing off but no one made fun of me. As others joined me in the shower, I saw that most still had that small pink dick with balls that barely hung down. There were a few boys who looked like I did in early summer. I didn't see anybody with the fluffy dark hairs and nobody came close to the size of my balls and dick. I wasn't feeling proud of that, more relieved that nobody was giving me shit. The next day, one of my old friends got beside me when we started to suit up. He and I had been best friends since 1st grade. Then in 6th grade, he moved to another school. I saw him once in a while but it was too hard to do things with him. We had a couple other classes together and we had been talking and joking a lot the last few days. He was so much taller than the last time I had seen him. He was like the tallest kid in the entire 7th grade. I thought that until we were in the boys room together and after tucking things away, he and I stood in front of the mirror and we were just about the same height. I really didn't realize that I was that tall. I knew I was taller than my other friends. They must have thought I was some freeking giant. After the workout, my BF Jim and I were getting undressed to get in the shower. We were talking so much that I didn't even think about getting naked. But then, I sat down on the bench and Jim pulled his shorts and jock off. Right there, level with my face, was this huge dick. Jim grabbed it and shook it a little to get it loose from the jock. Big mound of pubic hairs, balls hanging so low and they looked like peaches. It all looked pretty scary actually. And it smelled. Not dirty or nasty, not like pee or shit, more like the smell when I would move my own sheets in bed. It must have gotten to me because I wasn't all that quick getting into the shower. In some ways, that made me feel more comfortable with my "huge" equipment but it also made me want to see Jim's again. It was pretty much like that for the rest of the week. Jim and I would be next to each other as we got undressed and dressed. But I wouldn't see him in the shower, he would just appear back where we were sitting and got dressed. He never said anything about our sizes or any of the other boys. The next week, we were walking to the shower. A bottle of shampoo in one hand, and a towel in the other, and nothing but a smile on. Instead of stepping into the shower, he grabbed my arm and we kept walking. We went into the athletic locker room. Where the teams used. There was another shower right there. Not much different but they had soap in a basket and more hooks for towels. We stood next to each other as we showered. We weren't in a rush like we normally were. Part of the rush was so we could get to the lunch room early and be near the front of the line. Part of it was the coaches yelling to hurry and get some clothes on. I started to match how Jim was washing. He actually washed his balls, I hadn't wanted to touch them with the other boys in the room. And then he really went after his butt crack. I had a problem with that when I took a shower in my own bathroom. I did it and sure enough, I boned up. I had a clean crack but a hard dick. I wasn't looking at his, I think I got hard first. Then Jim pointed and smiled and commented about my boner. He shoved his hips toward me and used his hands to frame up his own boner. That was the first boner I had ever seen besides mine. I know I had seen his and my other friends' hard little dicks when we were younger but this was a real life boner. I liked seeing it and I was looking at mine as much as his. I was trying to compare. I thought I was pretty normal and this was making me feel like I was. Jim was talking about puberty and boners and then said something about the sword fights we used to have as little kids (I don't remember ever doing that). And he stepped toward me and he banged his boner against mine. My legs buckled a little bit. I didn't really move and he banged a few more times. Jim said, "It is cool and weird being this big and popping boners all the time." He went on talking about that we were about only ones in PE class that had full blown boners and pubes. He listed the other boys in the class with some pubes, and Jacob who he was sure was shaving his pubes. He said that the two of us just stood out and everybody was looking when we took our clothes off. I made a face that Jim laughed at. When he said that everybody was looking, all that bravado I had about just trying to act natural just shrank away. My boner didn't shrink and right before we turned off the water, Jim wanted one more dick rubbing. I was shaking but it felt so good. I probably should have done more or stayed a little longer but we grabbed towels and went back to our locker room to get going. There were only two other boys left, neither one had any clothes on. They were really cute and really young looking, like they could have been two or three years younger. I was friends with them and I knew they were a little feminine. I knew they had to have been messing around. I wasn't about to say anything, especially since my heart was still pounding from rubbing dicks with another boy. I think they felt guilty, or like they had been caught. It was Jim who talked us all into going to the fancy hamburger place a couple of blocks away. Tension eased and we were talking like good friends again as we ate. My boner never really went down at lunch. I was pretty good as we walked back and thought I could go through the next class without a boner. I was wrong. There were some really short times that afternoon when my boner would ease up but I was hard the rest of the time. I did get back home and get naked. I played with myself until I knew it was about time that my parents would be getting home. The thing is, I hadn't ever jacked off and didn't know what that was at the time. I hadn't cum, well except for some wet dreams and I didn't know what that was. I think I'll tell about that in the next Chapter