Date: Sat, 09 Nov 2002 16:05:45 -0600
From: K Andrews <kastorywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Almost A Man, Part 1

Almost A Man, copyright 2002 kastorywriter
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If you're under 18 or are offended by sexual content, or it's illegal in
your area, stop reading right now. All the other usual disclaimers apply.

He stood there naked, facing me, completely exposed. He was normal height
for his age (13), slim, not yet with the musculature of a man. His body was
completely smooth except for the two small tufts of hair that grew at the
base of his penis. The tufts were dark, the hair soft and wispy. I knew that
the hair was fairly new to him, another outward signal that his body had
started to mature. The first sign was the growth of his testicles, once the
size of marbles, now more like the size of large olives. The growth of his
testicles was followed by the enlargement of his scrotum, which now hung
loosely between his thin legs. The soft skin of his scrotum seemed to sense
the need for more room as his testicles began to swell, and it had started
to stretch and change in both size and texture. No more like the thin,
velvety skin of a little boy's scrotal sac, this boy's scrotum was now more
like an adult's, with thick skin, darker now than it used to be. The skin
itself had thickened, preparing for the day when hair would begin to grow
from it. But there was none there now; the two small tufts of hair on either
side of the base of his shaft were the only proof that the boy had begun
puberty. Well, the hair, and his slightly enlarged testicles that dangled
loosely in his sac.

I approached the boy, and he looked up at me expectantly. I'd been
inspecting his development now for well over a year, and during that time
I'd watched his sexual organs mature into the state they're at now. There's
nothing more remarkable than watching a boy develop into a man, and it was
an experience I wanted to share with him. When I first started to notice
slight testicular development, I pointed it out to him and told him about
all the wonderful changes that were headed his way. I explained that he was
about to begin a process that would change his body from the state it was in
at that moment to something more like mine over the course of several years.
I know the boy has always admired my body, the way it's covered in a thick
mat of fur, the length and fullness of my penis, and the way my testicles
hang low inside my hairy scrotum. I've seen him watch me urinate, watch the
thick flow of urine from the wide slit at the tip of my penis, watch how I
handle and hold the soft meat of my organ. I've also seen him stare openly
at my erection, the way my penis stiffens to its full length, the appearance
of the thick tube that runs along the underside of my erection, and how the
ridge of my glans flares severely when my organ is engorged with blood. I
know he's seen all this, examined me close, and wished constantly he could
have a body like mine. I was never so happy when I was able to tell him the
process was starting.

After his testicles began to grow, I noticed his penis started to lengthen a
bit. His soft penis had begun to lose its boyish quality as it began to grow
in length and circumference. The head was no longer indistinguishable from
the shaft, as it had been when he was a boy. The glans had begun to expand,
the ridge now more defined and flared away from the shaft. He was cut tight
and high during his circumcision, so there was no excess skin on his penis.
As a result, the growth of his penis and glans had brought about a widening
of his slit. It was especially pronounced when he was erect, when it
appeared that the two halves of the glans were trying to separate, creating
a widely open slit that sometimes resembled a small mouth. He was happy to
see his penis begin to grow; soon it would be as big as mine, or at least
that's what he thought, not knowing the number of years it would take for
his penis to take on the look and feel of an adult's. But it was exactly
this boyish enthusiasm that made him all the more attractive.

I crouched in front of the boy to begin my examination. He'd been through
this many times, and he had the routine down cold. First he raised his arms
above his head so I could examine his armpits. I was searching for the first
sign of hair on that tender part of his body, but today, like every other
day before this one, there was no sign of any new growth. His armpits were
as smooth as the day he was born, and I could see him drop his shoulders
with the disappointment of knowing that he still hadn't quite reached the
stage where he was growing hair outside of his genital region. I put a hand
on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly, telling him with my eyes that he
just had to be patient.

I scanned the smooth skin of his chest, and not surprisingly, I wasn't able
to find any hair there either. I turned him around and examined his back,
but there was nothing there except the fine down that normally covered his
soft skin. I explored the back of his thighs, and after turning him around,
the front of his legs, and again there was nothing new to report. I stood
and took him by the hand to lead him into the bedroom to continue his
examination.

Once in his bedroom, he laid back on the bed, flat on his back. He spread
his slim legs wide apart, putting his feet flat on the bed right up next to
his soft behind. I sat down right in front of him so I could have full
access to his tender genital region, and as always I was humbled by the
trust the boy placed in me by exposing himself like this. Because he'd just
emerged from the shower, his testicles hung like ripe fruit between his
thighs. When his scrotum was fully stretched like this, his testicles hung
almost down to the tender opening of his anus. His soft penis was draped
over his scrotum, the head pointing directly at me, his widening slit
winking at me invitingly. But I had to keep my mind on the task at hand, so
I reached over to the lamp on the table beside the bed and switched it on to
its highest setting. Then I grabbed the ruler and tape measure I kept in the
drawer in the table, and focused my attention back on the boy's exposed
sexual organs.

First I held the small testicles in my hand, running them over my fingertips
to get a feeling for the size and mass of each one. I separate them and
rolled first one and then the other between my fingers, feeling the texture
and density of each organ. As usual, I could see the boy's penis begin to
twitch, the feeling of my fingers massaging his scrotum and tender testicles
exciting the boy and making his penis begin to swell. I focused again on his
testicles, and tried to isolate one and pull it tight against the loose skin
of his sac. As best I could I held it up to the ruler to measure it so I
could note its size and keep close track of his testicular development. I
saw the size really hadn't changed since I last measure them, so I let it
fall from my fingers.

The boy was fully erect by now, the attention I was paying to his testicles
and the vulnerable nature of the position he was in provided a little too
much stimulation for him to endure. Nowadays he was erect quite often,
sometimes for no reason at all, so it wasn't a surprise to see him fully
erect in his current situation. While I had the ruler in hand, I pulled his
erection away from his belly so it was standing straight up from his body. I
measured it from base to tip, and I wasn't sure, but looked liked it had
lengthened since the last set of measurements. I'd have to check my records
to be sure, but it appeared his fully erect penis had actually grown. He'd
be happy to hear that.

I replaced the ruler in the drawer and picked up the tape measure. While he
was fully erect I figured I'd take my circumference measurements. I wrapped
the tape around his stiff member in three places: right at the base, where
the shaft met his body; around the middle of the shaft, just about where I
could faintly see where he'd been circumcised; and around his swollen glans.
I carefully noted the measurements in my head, and let go of his erection
and let it flop back toward his belly. I put the tape measure back in the
drawer with the ruler.

Next I leaned forward and carefully lifted his testicles to examine his
perineum, looking for any sign of hair growth. I couldn't see any (all I
could really see was the very distinct jagged line of flesh that bisects
this sensitive area), but just to be sure I used the nail of my index finger
to scrape along the tender flesh to try to find any evidence of newly grown
hair. As I did the boy took a sharp breath, and I could see his erection
twitch in response to the sensation of my fingernail scraping against one of
the most sensitive areas of his body. While I wasn't really trying to arouse
him, I was pleased at the pleasure he took from this examination, and I
rubed his perineum a few more times as I continued my inspection. When it
was clear there was nothing there, I let go of his testicles and prepared
for the next phase of his exam.

I repositioned myself so I was sitting fully cross-legged, facing toward the
boy's genitals. I lifted his feet off the bed and put them on my shoulders
so his hips rocked back slightly and I had full access to the boy's tender
pink anus. I had to check here for any hair growth, and this was probably
the boy's favorite part of the examination. I wet a finger on my tongue and
began to rub against the very small, very tight opening. I hadn't even
completed my first clockwise rub around his tender hole when I felt it
clench tightly and saw a shiver pass through his body. I new how much my
touch here aroused him, but our time alone together was running out and I
had to complete my examination, so I didn't have any time to waste. I
continued to make clockwise motions around his tender rosebud, and it
involuntarily clenched and tightened in response to my touch. At this point
the boy was achingly erect, the glans so swollen and so in need of attention
to provide some relief from the intense sexual stimulation he was
inadvertently receiving. I carefully worked just the very tip of my finger
into the tiny ring of muscle, and my inward pressure was met with a stronger
outward pressure as the boy's tender opening forced my finger back.
Satisfied that there was no new hair, I put his feet flat on the bed again
and stood up next to him.

At this point the boy's face was slightly flushed and his breathing heavier
than normal. I knew how intensely arousing these examinations could be, but
it was important to gather these statistics at regular intervals and not let
myself get interrupted by his sexual desire or mine. I knelt beside the bed
and lift his erection off his belly. I leaned in close to examine his downy
tufts of pubic hair. There were two at this point, one on either side of his
shaft. The hair was dark, like the hair on his head, and had the wispy
quality of the hair on an old man's head. He was profoundly proud of this
hair, and I told him in no time the tufts would grow together to form a ring
of soft hair around the base of his shaft. He loved to stand in front of my
full-length mirror and admire his pubic hair, as did I. I loved seeing the
small tufts standing out from the stark smoothness of his still boyish body.
I enjoyed standing before the mirror next to him, comparing the size and
thickness of our pubic bushes and admiring the difference in the size of our
penises and testicles. He loved to stand and compare too, especially if we
were erect.  He'd hold his erection as close to mine as he could and talk
about the day when he'd surpass me. I'd smile and hug him close, my erection
pushed up against his stomach and his against my thigh, and tell him I
couldn't wait for that day either. I couldn't have been more proud of this
boy and his progress toward manhood. Every chance I'd get I'd add a new
entry to my journal, noting the date, his measurements, and the general
progress of his development. I didn't want to forget any of this.

I stood up and let go of his erect penis. The examination was almost
over---and soon I'd have to take him home---but the best part was yet to
come. I opened the drawer in the table again and pulled out a small glass
cup. I held the cup out, and the boy smiled up at me, knowing exactly what
was next...


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