Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2010 16:49:14 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 3

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Chapter Three - Tutoring & Sex Ed

Matt's Story

I've been an aide for Ginny for about a month now and things are going
well. I've settled in comfortably, the kids are treating me like a teacher
and Barbara Metz flirts with me mercilessly, but I think that is pure habit
since she seems to flirt with every male under 30. She is a pretty little
thing, but good Lord, after you've had college women who would want a high
school girl? I also think little Marco Palatzo is flirting with me too, or
maybe he is just friendly, but he sure loves being my demo dummy for
wrestling. I also figured out why his brother looked familiar and why the
named sounded familiar, their father, Tony Sr., is an alumnus from my
fraternity at the university and I've met him on a few occasions when he
has come into the house for Alumni Commission meetings.

I am also having a blast helping Kyle in P.E., like I said, Marco loves
being my demo dummy, but he is also really a good wrestler and is picking
up everything I teach really well. I do notice that Marco hangs around to
the end of everybody getting dressed before he goes to the gym; I think he
is hoping to see me naked again. I am turned on and amused by the thought;
I remember man crushes on sports guys when I was younger, although not
really sexual ones.

I have also continued to be the enforcer of the 'everyone showers' rule
which has allowed me to reflect on this most interesting age in male
development. The boys I deal with mostly are the 7th and 8th grade boys, I
don't have any of the 9th graders for P.E., but I am helping with the
wrestling club that is wrestling in the freestyle and Greco season now, so
I know the 9th grade boys too. It is the 7th and 8th grade though where the
boys are in the most interesting stages of development. In the 7th grade
there are a good number with no pubic hair at all yet, not a lot, but
probably five or six of them and they are pretty embarrassed they have not
developed yet; on the other end of the spectrum also in the 7th grade are
boys that look like men, they have fully developed scrotums, happy trails
and deep voices. By the 8th grade all the boys except one have pubic hair
and the one who doesn't, Sandy Duke, I just love because he doesn't give a
rip. Sandy never tries to hide his bare dick and balls, in fact I would
almost say he throws them right out there and almost dares anyone to make
fun of him, but no one does because he is a totally cool guy and a great
athlete to boot, he plays football, wrestles and plays baseball. On the
other end of the spectrum in the 8th grade there are guys getting chest
hair and a couple who are shaving. I think if I ever go on to get my
master's degree I will do my master's thesis on physical development, body
types and athletic achievement in the middle school boy, because I see such
commonality in the great athletes types of body and development I wonder if
there is an actual correlation.

I've had a rough discussion with Kyle about my musing and we debate back
and forth, does the sport determine the body or does the body determine the
sport, I mean usually you know a 5'2" guy isn't going to be a varsity
basketball player and a 6'7" is likely to be, but it is more than that, I
can look at a kid in the mall and a) tell if he is an athlete and b)
usually narrow down what sport like cross country vs. wrestling and
swimming vs. football, etc. Of course there are cases where guys do
multiple sports and then you can throw some of it out the window.

It was these discussions that have led Kyle to decide I get to teach on the
last day of our sex education unit. Kyle is going to teach the state
mandated HIV education and the nuts and bolts of the plumbing and I will
handle the myths and teen angst about your body and Q & A.

"Kyle, I wouldn't know where to begin," I protest.

"Sure you do, you were the age of these kids a few years ago, think about
what made you and your friends insecure and then do some research and come
back with me on what you want to present and then you are on your own to
present it to the kids."

Well this should be interesting.

The other new thing is that one of the math teachers I know a little,
Lorraine, approached me and asked me if I would be interested in tutoring a
student in math. I tried to tell her I am not a math wiz, but she said it
wouldn't matter, it was just pre-algebra and she knew I was more than up to
it. I agreed to try it out and asked her why me for the tutor.

"Why you Matt is because this boy isn't stupid, he is just unmotivated,
thinks math is stupid and I think a star athlete who thinks math is cool
would change his attitude."

"Well, that makes sense to me Lorraine, who is it?"

"It is Blake Burroughs, I'll give you his mother's phone number."

Blake Burroughs now ain't that interesting. I call Blake's mom, Norma, when
I get home. She invites me over for dinner at 6PM to meet her and her
husband Jack and work out a schedule with Blake. They live over on McComb
Ave in the 3700 block or about 15 minutes away so I leave at twenty till,
just to be sure I am on time. Their house is a gorgeous red brick and with
evergreens around it. I park my '96 green Ford Explorer out front and wait
until 6PM since I am a little early and I am a little nervous and I don't
know why.

I ring the bell at 6:01PM so I am not early, but not quite precisely on
time either, a pleasant looking woman answer the door and I know
immediately it is Blake's mom Norma, be he has her eyes.

"Hello Mrs. Burroughs, I am Matt Kendrick," and I extend my hand.

"Come in Matt, great to meet you and call me Norma please, Blake is in his
room and Jack isn't quite back from the office yet, if you head down the
hall there the second door on the right is Blake's room."

I head down the hall and knock on the door to Blake's room.

"Ca'min," is the shouted word, if it is a word and I think it means 'come
on in'.

I open the door and step into your standard sports crazy teen boy room,
there are posters of John Elway, Dante Bichette and University of Wyoming
football; there are pictures of little league teams, junior football and
trophies galore, but the room is not like your typical standard teen boy
room in one respect it was spotlessly clean.

"Mr. Kendrick!" Blake exclaims, "dude, welcome to my crib." He comes up off
his bed where he was reading a sports book of some kind.

"I'm sorry dude," is all I say.

Blake looks puzzled, "for what?"

"Your mom made you clean your room, didn't she?"

He laughs a cute little laugh, "yeah, how did you?"

"Eh, my mom would do the same thing if I was having company and no teen boy
has a room this neat, oh and off campus you can call me Matt, that
Mr. stuff makes me nervous.."

"Hey, you want to go over to see Tony and Marco before dinner?"

"Sure, do they live close by?"

"Yeah, just two doors up on the corner, let's go."

Blake sits back on the bed to put his shoes on and I get to study him a bit
in his own world. He is dang cute, even hot right now since he is wearing
basketball shorts and obviously boxers since his the outline of his cock is
rather obvious. I wonder if I am the only one who notices these things. His
body is that a boy becoming a man (hell it looks like an important part of
him is a man already, but his shoulders and chest just need to catch up).

We head down the hall, "Mom, we're going to Tony's for a bit, be back in
twenty or so."

Norma pops her head out of the kitchen, "ok, don't be long, Dad called and
he is just leaving the office."

We head out the door and up the block, "So what does your dad to Blake?"

"He is a financial planner for RBC Dain, he is actually the manager I
guess, but he says it is just a title because the office runs itself."

On the corner is another great looking brick house, Blake rings the bell, I
hear a lot of yelling and commotion inside and the door swings open with
cute little Marco answering the door. He sees Blake, but then ?he sees me
and he lights up like Time Square on New Years.

"Mr. Kendrick!" it is almost a shriek.

"Uh hi Marco, you never greet me like that," Blake laughs.

"Oh yeah, but you practically live here, this is Matt's first time and I
didn't expect him, c'mon in guys," Marco swings the door wide and we enter
the Palatzo house.

There is a homey living room to the right, but Marco leads us on through to
the kitchen where a cute lady, I presume his mom, is fixing dinner.

"Hi Blake, oh dear, we have company, Marco you should have warned me I look
frightful."

She actually looks great, I see where Tony and Marco get their great eyes
from, their mom has the same intense brown eyes with big lashes that look
like they belong on a deer. She wipes her hands on her apron and approaches
me.

"Ah Mom, it isn't company it is just Mr. Kendrick."

She extends her hand to me, "so this is the famous Matt Kendrick that Marco
can't shut up about, lovely to meet you Matt, thanks for the help you've
been giving Marco in wrestling, I'm Nancy.

I take her hand, "nice to meet you too ma'am, you must be the one that
keeps trying to put twenty pounds on Marco with all the great cooking I
hear about."

Marco turns beat red, "Oh no Matt, I am only trying to put 5 pounds on my
skinny boy, it is my mother-in-law that is trying to put twenty pounds on
all of us, speaking of which, are you boys staying for dinner?"

Blake answers, "thanks, but no Mrs. Palatzo, my mom is fixing dinner for us
tonight."

"Well then, I'll expect you back for a rain check Matt, I'll let the boys
arrange it with you, but let me finish this one before I burn it."

The noise in the kitchen has brought Tony Sr. and Tony Jr. in from the
family room where they were watching a Nuggets game.

"Hey Mr. Kendrick, how's it going?" Tony Jr. says.

"Hey hi Matt, when the boys told me Matt Kendrick was helping at the school
I was hoping I'd get a chance to see you, how are things at the house (he
means the SAE house at WYO)."

"Great Mr. Palatzo, it is nice to see you again," as I reach and we shake
hands with the secret fraternity handshake.

"Fer gawds sakes Matt, call me Tony, how is your old man?"

My dad who is a lawyer and Tony Sr. who is also a lawyer are part of a
coalition of lawyers called the Sagebrush Rebellion trying to keep the
federal government from stealing land from western states. While eastern
states might have 3% or 5% public lands western states have over half their
land under public control split between the federal and state governments
and the feds are trying to grab even more; some states like Nevada are 90%
federal land and California, despite its 30 million people is still over
70% public land, most of it federal. The states are fighting to keep
control so we can still hunt, mine, cull timber and graze livestock. It is
a cause near and dear to many westerners, especially Wyomingans who cherish
the open country.

"Good, he and mom are both good, he keeps pretending to be a rancher who
does a little law on the side. And Tony, Marco, you guys can call me Matt
away from school, Mr. Kendrick kinda creeps me out still."

Tony Sr. laughs at my joke, it is an old one among the lawyers who know my
father puts in 50-60 hours a week into his practice in Sheridan.

"Matt, come see my room," Marco grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall.

Now this is how a teen boy's room is supposed to look, the bed is made, I
suspect that is the bare minimum requirement to get out of the house in the
morning, but other than that there are two or three days of clothes strewn
about, books on the floor, wrestling boots, and bath towels. Like Blake's
room there are a couple of sports posters, but also an interesting one, a
Madonna, Blonde Ambition poster. There are also lots of sports awards,
wrestling and baseball trophies and wrestling medals.

"Cool room bud."

"Thanks Matt, sorry it is messy, Mom would kill me if she knew how messy it
is right now."

I laugh, "no worries, my mom would kill me too if she saw my room, hell my
whole apartment."

"Yeah, it must be great to not have to clean your room unless you want,
where do you live?"

"I am on Pershing, not too far from East High and Cheyenne Plaza," I tell
him. Is he curious, polite or planning a visit, ha ha.

Blake and Tony appear at the door, "wanna see my room too Matt?"

"Sure Tony."

We head next door to Tony's room and there is the ubiquitous John Elway
poster of any boy who is a Bronco fan, but also a Faith Hill poster where
she is looking mighty hot; Tony's room is also a bit more messy and a
tribute also to Tony's athletic skill, but more baseball and football than
Marco's wrestling.

We chat a bit more and then it is time to head back to Blake's house. We
stop by the kitchen and say goodbye to the Palatzo parents and walk back to
Blake's.

"How long have you and Tony been friends Blake?"

"Our whole lives, our parents moved here about the same time, our moms got
pregnant at the same time and I was born two weeks before Tony. I don't
remember a time when we weren't best friends."

"That's cool, sounds like me and my friend Justin, I don't remember a time
when he wasn't there, even though I don't see him much anymore."

We get back to Blake's and I get to meet his dad now, Jack. Jack is a big
guy, 6'2", probably 220 lbs and not fat at all, just a big guy, remind me
not to fuck up around him.

"Matt, great to meet you thanks for helping Blake like this, I think he
just needs a kick in the pants really, but my leg is tired from kicking, it
is time to let someone else try."

"Thank you sir, nice to meet you too and I think I'll kick his butt now
while I can if he is going to be your size one day."

Jack throws his head back in a laugh and offers me a drink.

"What's your poison Matt?"

"I'll drink whatever you are, I'm not picky."

"Well I start with Scotch usually, is that ok?"

"It's like mother's milk to me, my dad's grandmother was from Scotland and
we toured the distilleries two summers ago."

"Good man, I have a Talisker or Oban."

"I'll take the Talisker, neat please."

"I wouldn't insult you and offer it any other way Matt," I can tell I am
going to like him. I hope he likes me.

We have a great meal; Norma grilled up some enormous steaks with roasted
potatoes, grilled asparagus and a green salad. We talk about the
university, my background and parents and what they would like to see
happen with Blake. Jack and I talk some football, turns out he remembers me
from the state championship and says he was disappointed I didn't play at
the university. I protest I was just too small for linebacker and too slow
for a defensive back and drinking beer and chasing girls seemed to just
take up too much time to allow room for football. Jack roars at that one
and says when he started at WYO he wasn't much bigger than me, but the
endless beef of the training table put 30 pounds on him during college.

As dinner winds up Norma says she'll clear the table if Blake and I want to
start on the math homework, so Blake and I retire to his room and pull out
his math book and homework, he sits at his desk and I pull up a chair next
to him, he starts to work on the problems and within five minutes he is
squirming and adjusting his position and his concentration goes to hell.

"Blake, are you uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, but my mom said I need to sit at my desk and sit up straight
otherwise my attention will wander, blah, blah, you know."

"Ok, so I don't want to start off by contradicting your parents, but when
you study, you want to be as comfortable as possible, let's lie on the
floor and see if that is better."

We lie down on our stomachs and Blake puts his book and notebook in front
of him and goes back to work, when he stalls I help him by showing how to
figure out the answer, but he actually does the work. I like lying next to
him, I can feel the heat of his body and he must like it too because he
inches even closer to me until we are firmly touching, side by side. We
work for about 45 minutes until his work is all done and Blake seems pretty
happy to have gotten it all done, but he is bummed when I move away from
him and stand-up to get going.

"Do you have to go already?"

"Sorry bud, but I have stuff to do at home still, you're done with math and
probably have other home to do too. I'll say goodbye to your parents and
figure out when they want me back."

Blake stands too and I think he wants to give me a hug goodbye, but instead
he sticks his hand out and I shake it goodbye. In the family room I stop
and talk to Jack and Norma and they want to know if Monday and Wednesdays
works for my schedule and I say it is fine. I also let Norma know I let
Blake lie on the floor to do his homework and explained why, she thanks me
for telling her and says laughing she doesn't care if he stands on his head
if it'll bring her grades up.

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Three weeks later I have established a good tutoring pattern with Blake,
getting two solid home cooked meals a week from Norma, throw in a coupled
of dinners with the Palatzos and life is good. Not having many friends in
Cheyenne I've also seen Blake and Tony and sometimes Marco on a social
basis going with them to the mall or movies and I've been coaching Marco in
wrestling at his freestyle and Greco tournaments and also refereeing a
little at the meets as well. One meet that the Palatzos couldn't take Marco
to up in Rawlins he rode with me, I took two other kids from the club and
we all had a blast in the car just chatting about nothing.

And now is the day of my lecture and Q&A in the Sex Ed unit. Kyle looked
over my ideas and liked them, had a few suggestions and let me know that if
I stalled or got flummoxed, he would be there as wingman. The class is
moved out of the gym and into an open classroom so we can use the
whiteboard and make it a classroom setting. As the boys settle into the
desks I write this on the board:

Penis Size, Curving, Growth* am I big enough, how big will I be * flacid vs
erect * mine points, curves; I'm not circumcised Masturbation & Wet Dreams
*who masturbates *is it a sin*why am I stuck to the sheets

Erections *why do I get them in church There is some general giggling when
they read the topics. I gulp some air and launch into the talk.

TWEEET!

I blow my whistle extra loud, it is just the easiest way to get their
attention and get quiet, they all stop and look at me thinking they are in
trouble for chattering, but when they see me smiling they get I just wanted
attention and based on the topics I have put up I think maintaining
attention won't be hard.

"Welcome guys to the last day of Sex Ed, these are some of the topics we
are going to cover today and then you'll have a chance to ask any questions
you have on what we covered the first four days, if you have questions on
what we are covering today, raise your hand and ask when it is on your
mind. I will use words like penis, vagina, erection and more, I know that
laughing and giggling is a natural reaction for being a little
uncomfortable with those words, but try to keep it to a minimum and refocus
as quickly as you can and remember, there are no stupid questions, if you
are thinking it a bunch of other guys probably are too."

"So our first topic, is my penis big enough? (there are some titters in the
room) Big enough for what, is what I would ask you back if you asked me
that question. If you want to know is it big enough to procreate and that
means make babies, for you slow ones, I would say almost any size is big
enough for that, but what most guys really mean is am I big enough to
satisfy my partner and the answer is yes, you probably are because size has
very little to do with your partners satisfaction."

I talk a bit about that and I have rapt attention. There are no questions
asked, but I know there are tons of questions so I let everyone know if
they have questions they are too embarrassed to ask they can write them
down or ask Coach Bunch or me later and we'll do our best to answer.

"Part two of am I big enough is how big will I be and I might add, what can
I do to be bigger (that last part really gets a few of them to sit up
straighter and pay attention). Your body, including your penis starts to
experience big spurts of growth when you enter puberty which is usually
between 12 and 14, but can be as early as 10 or as late as 16 and puberty
lasts 2-3 years, which is not the same as saying you will stop growing, it
just means the big chunks of growth are usually, but not always done; you
continue to grow in to your 20's. How can you make your penis bigger? The
general answer is you cannot, there are no creams, no pills, no exercises
and mom's vacuum cleaner won't help either (that gets some good laughs and
someone even yelled, 'hear that Mason' and even Mason laughed), what you
can do is do the things that make your body grow in general, eat well, lots
of fresh fruits and vegetables, lots of water and lots of good sleep; good
sleep does NOT mean going to bed at 1AM and sleeping until noon, don't try
telling mom Coach said you needed to sleep in, good sleep means going to
bed early 9 or 10PM and getting 8 1/2- 9 1/2 hours of quality sleep, man is
a diurnal, or daytime creature, it is unhealthy to mess with that pattern
and if you were listening carefully I just said 'bad sleep makes your penis
small' so think about that the next time your parents have to hound you to
bed."

"Let's talk about the flaccid and erect penis topic and why I bring it
up. We shower every day so everyone in here has seen everyone else naked
and everyone checks everyone else out, that is normal and natural and guys
do it at every age, we are always comparing ourselves to the other guy and
so many guys are insecure about their penis and its size despite the fact
that I've just told you it doesn't matter. So we all see each other flaccid
or soft, but you never see the other guys erect so all you have go on is
your own experience, you think to yourself I am two inches soft and five
and half inches erect, so Johnny who I see in the shower and who is five
and half inches soft must be like twelve inches erect; it doesn't work that
way guys Johnny who is five and half inches soft probably isn't much bigger
than you, biologically speaking an abnormally large penis would be bad
because it makes mating more difficult. It also doesn't have much to do
with height; a 5'2" guy is just as likely as a 6'2" guy to have a 6" erect
penis, a lot of guys think, gee that basketball player is 6'10" he must be
huge, gosh do I feel inadequate, it doesn't work that way and again for
reasons of practical biology. The recurring theme I am going for here guys
is relax, you are perfectly normal, the guys around you are feeling as
insecure as you are."

"On to the next, my penis points, it curves, it's crooked, I'm
uncircumcised, will my partner laugh at me, does it still work; easy part
first, yes it still works and I can't guarantee you your partner won't
laugh, but if it looks funny, laugh too, it still works just fine,
remember. At this age most erect penises will point up, straight up,
because your suspensory ligament is strong and tight, as you age the angle
will decrease. A lot, but not all erect penises will also either point left
or right, that is also common, normal and natural and has no effect on the
ability to have a satisfying sexual experience."

"Ok, the big one, who masturbates and is it a sin, let me deal with the sin
part first, that is something you need to work out with your priest,
pastor, parents, rabbi, yogi, whatever other spiritual advisor you have or
with God directly, what I can tell you is that masturbation is considered
normal by physical and mental health professionals, you probably can't do
it too much to cause any physical harm to yourself, but if it is excessive
it can hurt you emotionally. Let's deal with the myths of masturbation, it
won't make your penis bigger or smaller, you won't go blind or grow fuzz in
your palms, it doesn't cause or cure acne, you can't run out of sperm, what
else has anyone heard?"

"You can get an STD from masturbating," John Keller says.

"Thanks John, no you can't, by definition a Sexually Transmitted Disease
needs two people to transmit a disease, if you don't have a partner, you
can't get an STD. And who masturbates, pretty much all guys, that doesn't
make it right or wrong, I am not placing judgment, I am just saying almost
all guys do. The guys who don't probably experience nocturnal emissions or
the famous wet dream, that is when you might wake up stuck to your bed
sheet or underwear because on an emission or climax while you were asleep,
again it is normal and most guys experience it at one time or another.

And now for our last topic before your questions, why do I get an erection
in church, or in class or at the market, in the mall, at the movies, in the
park, watching the Broncos.... Well you get the idea, the answer is you are
13 and 14 years old, a leaf landing in your lap at the park gives you an
erection, in fact you don't need that much stimulus, nothing at all can
trigger an erection. Does a guy getting an erection in the locker room or
showers mean he is gay? Not at all, you can get erections because you are
nervous, excited, scared, hot, cold and any number of other reasons, the
slightest provocation can do it too, Sally Sue can just look at you in
class and off it goes on its own, it is just more of going through this
wonderful thing called puberty guys and relax, it won't last forever and
you will live through it."

I give them a chance to ask questions about today or anything else during
the week, there are a few questions and Kyle and I field them and I remind
the guys they can talk to Coach Bunch or me or approach another adult they
trust like their father, mother or youth pastor. The bell rings and I
dismiss the class.

"Great job Matt, I think I even learned some stuff," says Kyle laughing.

I give roughly the same spiel to the 7th graders and there is a bit more
rustling and giggling because they are a bit more insecure and even more
ignorant than the 8th graders, but overall it goes well, the bell rings and
the 9th graders come in as the 7th graders leave, even though I don't teach
the 9th graders normally, 6th period is my off period, Kyle has asked me to
do the talk one more time and I agree. There is less laughing or giggling,
but a lot of great questions which is good and bad, bad because it suggests
to me the 9th graders are potentially more sexually active. The talk goes
well again, Kyle thanks me and tells me he is out of here, it is Friday
night and he is heading to Denver for the weekend. I laugh and tell him to
have fun, I'll lock the room and all. As I am erasing the whiteboard Tom
McAllister, the 8th grader, comes in the room.

"Mr. Kendrick," he says quietly, "can I talk to you?"

"Sure Tom, you know that, what is up?" I say while I erase.

"I mean private, really private." I turn around and he looks like he is
about to burst into tears at any second.

"Hold on Tom, just relax, whatever is wrong we can figure out, let's go
back to my office."

There is no one in the boy's locker room because we haven't used the locker
room all week because of the Sex Ed classes, I unlock the door to the
coach's office and close the door behind us. I sit in my chair and say,

"Now tell me as calmly as you can what is wrong Tom."

"I think I have an STD," he says with emotion.

"Now what makes you....." and before I can finish Tom has dropped his pants
and boxers down to his knees and now there is a cute little 8th grade cock
three feet from me. Tom, who has strawberry blonde hair, has slightly
reddish pubic hairs, but just a small section above a flaccid dick.

"O K then........ show me what you think is an STD."

He shuffles to me as best he can with his pants around knees, takes his
penis and turns it sideways to show me a blemish on it. The only way I can
examine it really is to move even closer and take his penis in my hand,
that causes him to start to get an erection almost immediately. I am
holding his penis with my left hand and I run my right index finger over
the bump, that gets a shiver out of him and now his cock is on its way to
being fully hard and pointing straight up just like I described in my
talk. I take my right hand off his cock and put it on his butt cheek to
turn him right and then I take my left hand and pull his hard dick down to
examine the other side and top and then back up to examine the underside
well. I am also memorizing every detail and know what I am jacking off to
tonight; I haven't seen an erect cock since Justin and I last fooled around
and by my reaction, I guess I miss them a little. I'd love to make his
erection go away the fun way, but instead I tell him to pull his pants back
up and sit down.

"I am going to tell you what I think Tom, but I want to know why you think
you have an STD when you know STD's only come from activity with a
partner."

Now he does start to cry.

"Come here." He comes over to me and I hug him while he cries, when he
calms down he starts.

"You aren't going to tell Tim or my parents are you?"

"Tom, I can't promise anything; if I think you are in danger or being
harmed I have to tell someone, but otherwise anything you say is just
between us."

"K.....,," he take a breath and looks like the water works are going on
again, "there is a guy that I do stuff with sometimes. Do I have an STD am
I going to die or somethin'?"

Now the water works start again.

"No Tom, you aren't going to die, as near as I can tell you have a zit."

"A zit? On my dick?" he is incredulous.

"Yeah it can happen anyplace, now tell me about this guy, is he your age or
close to it, it isn't an adult is it?"

"Ewww, no, he is like my age...  you won't tell Tim or my parents will
you?"

"No Tom, if he is your age it is between you guys, but do go slowly, don't
rush things and be careful."

"Do you think I'm weird and gay and stuff Mr. Kendrick?"

"No Tom, you are a completely normal 13 year old and have more balls than a
lot of your peers because they wouldn't ask anyone for help, they'd let
their dick fall off first rather than admit they had sex with another
guy. You can come back to me anytime with questions."

I stand and give Tom a reassuring hug and send him on his way for the
weekend. I leave the office door open and a minute after Tom leaves there
is knock at my open door, I look up and it is Sandy Duke.

"Hey Sandy, what is up?"

"Can I talk to you Coach?"

Oh damn, am I going to see another penis today?

"Of course Mr. Duke I was serious when I said you could come see Coach
Bunch or me."

"Was it true what you said about all guys looking at each other in the
showers and comparing themselves and all that?"

"I can't say all guys for every guy in the universe, but in general yes."

"So you've seen me and know I don't have any stinking pubes yet in the 8th
grade?" he asks with some self distain.

"Yeah, I've noticed Sandy and I also think it is totally cool that you
don't try to hide yourself and that you swing your stuff and dare anyone to
give you shit, but no one gives you shit because your friends like you and
it doesn't matter to them."

"Thanks Coach, but I act braver than I feel; I am actually scared shitless
every time we have to shower. I mean I will get pubes someday won't I? My
dick will grow and all that wont it?"

"Damn it Sandy, I like you more and more every day. A man is someone who is
scared, but doesn't let fear paralyze him he presses on. Let me tell you a
story, how old are you?"

"14."

"14, my cousin was 16, a sophomore in high school and an erection that
wasn't even 5" yet, have you measured yours yet?"

"Yeah, it is just over 5"."

"Great, so here is my cousin Mike in California, bald as a new born baby at
16, 5' 7" with a hard dick not yet 5" and he was paranoid and crazy about
what people thought. He'd call me on the phone and just cry. Two years
later he was playing Double A ball for the Yankees in Florida, he was 6'1",
more pubes than he needed and a 7" dick. I am not saying it will all go
that way for you, but what I am saying is you are going to get there, don't
worry about it, fake it 'til you make it. A year from now if you still
haven't entered puberty, you can see a doctor, but to be honest, puberty
can be delayed until 16. From what I can see though, it hasn't effected
your athletic ability, so just relax and let nature take its course. Now
get out of here and have a nice weekend."

"Thanks Coach, there isn't anyone else I could have talked to about this."

"Any time Sandy, any time."

Damn am I ready for the weekend.

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It is Saturday morning at 8:30AM and I am taking Blake and Tony to
University of Wyoming baseball game today. Tony is spending the night at
Blake's and I roll up the Burroughs's house a little early, I told the guys
I would get them at 9AM. Norma Burroughs answers the door.

"Oh Matt, you are a little early. The boys are still in Blake's room, go
check on them and I'll pour you a coffee."

I go down the hall to Blake's room and if they are sleeping still, I don't
want to disturb them yet, so I open his door slowly and quietly just a bit,
it is dark inside, I see lumps under the covers, but I hear a sound I know
well, it sounds like slurping, like Justin and me, and as my eyes adjust I
see a pair of feet on the pillows by the headboard. I slowly and quietly
close the door behind me and digest this all.

I return to the kitchen and get my coffee.

"Are the boys up yet?" Norma asks.

I bet they are, but I say "No, I thought I'd let them sleep some more, we
have plenty of time and I need my coffee." Norma and I drink our coffee and
chat about life. Fifteen minutes later I hear the boys come out of Blake's
room.

"Mom, I'm showering in your room!" Blake yells down the hall, "and Tony is
in my shower!"

"Ok hun, Matt is here too."

"Hey Matt," he yells.

"Yo Blakers," I yell back.

Twenty minutes after that both boys appear, dressed in University of
Wyoming gear and ready for the trip to Laramie. Even though it is spring,
it is spring in the Rockies which means the weather can change on a dime
and it looks like we could get some snow today so the boys have parkas too.

"Drive carefully Matt, you have my baby you know."

"Mom," Blake protests.

"Yes ma'am, if it is bad we'll crash at the SAE house in Laramie, but I
think we'll be fine."

I pull out of the driveway of the Burroughs home and jump on the I-25 just
behind their house south to I-80 west and we'll be in Laramie in 35
minutes. I look over at Blake and wonder if I really saw what I think I did
this morning.

End of Chapter Three