This story is fiction. Actually, the year being 2063 should have been enough to clue you in about that.
I don't care how old are. I don't care how young you are. However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught).
If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away. Or at least...
North Robert High School
10:12 A.M. Friday, November 2, 2063
“I know you’ve been looking forward to this,” I started, “and now that you’ve been given the chance to dress, I’ll go ahead and let the boys come in.”
“Zeyd! Ralph! Tim! Kwame!”
The four boys walked in. They were not North Roberts High School students. This was important, as I didn’t want any of the girls to recognize the boys. They were all four light-skinned African-Americans. This wasn’t important; it only meant that obvious physical differences between them would be due to differences in physical development, rather than ethnic differences. The two girls last Tuesday, Louise and Tina, had both been Caucasian, as were Amethyst and Linda. After entering the classroom, they calmly removed their clothing and assumed the same “superhero” pose as had the girls last Tuesday.
The girls were all bright-eyed as they openly stared at the boy-flesh in front of them. I introduced each of them.
“This is Zeyd and he is ten years old. Ralph is thirteen. Tim, here, is sixteen. And Kwame is twenty.”
“Hello,” the girls all cooed.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Good morning.”
Like Tina and Louise three days earlier, none of these boys showed any sign of embarrassment, bashfulness, or shame. Each was smiling, though Ralph seemed like he was trying not to.
I started by pointing out the obvious. “Unlike with Louise and Tina, I can’t ask any of you to model. Also, you’re so used to seeing me and all I’ve got that it might not be useful for me to present myself as an example. Thus we have four models getting the day off from school, instead of two.
“But please do try to imagine being a boy, with boy parts. Think of how it is to have something as noticeable as a penile erection, or about it being pretty much impossible to fake an orgasm.”
There was some giggling, but I knew they would think about it. Especially erections they would be thinking about, because Ralph and Tim were both sporting wood.
“Starting with Zeyd,” I began as I picked up the cam, “we see that he is noticeably shorter than the others. He has in fact just started his pubertal growth spurt and has grown three centimetres in the past two months. Zeyd is a dedicated figure skater, and strict physical training has caused him to be a bit lower in body fat and a bit higher in muscular development than the average for his age, though still within the normative range. If he were a bit older, the higher levels of testosterone would give him the same sort of physique as Tim, with his larger and more defined musculature.”
I zoomed the camera on the little boy’s groin, so that it filled the screen.
“You will note a complete lack of pubic hair. The testicles are small and close to the body. The penis is also small, and as you can tell is quite capable of erection.”
Sure enough, the ten-year-old’s dick was slowly rising as we all watched.
“Always happens when a bunch of pretty girls look at me,” he grinned, shrugging.
“I understand,” I assured him. “Believe me, I understand.”
There was a good deal of giggling over that, and even a bit of blushing. As soon as it quieted down, I continued the lesson.
“Now that this opportunity has, um, presented itself,” more giggling, “we can see that it is just as stiff as any boy your age would sport, but still small, even compared to his overall body size.”
At this point I gave the girls my best serious look. “Just for the record,” I told them, “it’s not a good idea to tell any boy or man that his penis is small, even if it is, unless you’re deliberately trying to anger or humiliate him. More than one guy has dumped his girlfriend over this. It may not seem important to you, but it’s pretty much the same as a guy looking you in the eyes and saying, ‘you’re ugly.’ Zeyd and our other three models are professionals, and they know more about male sexual development than most grown men, so they won’t be traumatized by anything I say today. But they are the exception; most guys aren’t like them. So just keep it in mind.”
Well, I’d done my part. I couldn’t keep them from using that in a quarrel some day, but at least they could never say that they thought it was OK because of me.
“Notice also that Zeyd is circumcised,” I zoomed a bit more, causing the small penis to appear huge on the screen. “Circumcision is usually done for reasons of tradition, such as religion. There are health arguments both for and against male circumcision, but the fact is that a circumcised penis is still there, and it still works unless the circumcision is botched.”
I asked Zeyd to turn around, and briefly noted that his figure was similar to Tina’s, though a bit leaner. Again, I noted his athletic devotion.
“Now if Zeyd will turn around one more time,” I continued, “and lift his head a bit, we will take a look at his throat.”
He turned around, and I repositioned the camera. I had him tilt his head a bit further.
“Looking in at the laryngeal prominence, also known as the Adam’s apple,” and I pointed, “we see that it isn’t different than your own. Adolescence will enlarge it, providing the” I dropped my tone “deep manly voice.”
A bit of giggling as I moved to Ralph.
“Let’s start with Mr. Adam’s favorite fruit,” I commented, as the thirteen-year-old’s throat filled the screen. “You see here that you have a just a hint of it. Ralph, could you swallow for us?”
He did, and you could just make out the movement.
“Thank you,” I nodded. “Now, this laryngeal prominence isn’t that prominent, yet, because Ralph is still in transition. That’s what adolescence is all about after all: the transition from childhood to adulthood. And it is this continuing change and adjustment to it which causes boys’ voice to change during their teens. Ralph, is your voice changing?”
“From time to time,” he admitted, his voice NOT changing as he did.
“Very well,” I went on, moving the camera slowly down his body as I continued speaking. “Ralph’s chest shows muscular development and has deepened, but hasn’t yet started growing hair. Ralph isn’t a dedicated athlete, but he does exercise.”
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