Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2002 18:25:13 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 39

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 39

As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For
adult reading only!!!

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Ryan got permission from his father to spend the night at Paul's house and
he arrived at 7:00pm, just as Paul's parents were going out to dinner and a
movie. Paul's younger sister was spending the night with a friend, so the
two boys had the house to themselves. "Well, what do you feel like doing?"
Paul asked hoping he knew the answer as he smiled at the younger
boy. "Let's have sex!!" Ryan said enthusiastically. Paul put his arm around
Ryan's shoulders and said, "Follow me," as he led him up the stairs to his
bedroom, feeling the onset of his erection press at the front of his
jeans. The boys stripped immediately and stood there for a moment admiring
each other's hard penises that stood out in front of them. Then Paul went
over and laid down on his bed and when Ryan turned to follow, Paul again
saw the nasty welts that crisscrossed Ryan's round buttocks and the small
of his back.

"Boy, your old man gave it to you good, didn't he?" Paul asked. Ryan sighed
as he looked back over his shoulder and said, "Yeah, he hits hard when he's
drunk and pissed. It doesn't matter how hard I cry, he just keeps wailing
on me until he decides to stop. I passed out one time and had to skip
school for a few days because I literally couldn't sit down. You ever been
whipped like this?" Paul shook his head and said "Not by my parents---but
I've given it to myself and had others do it to me." Ryan looked at him in
shock and replied "Are you kidding me---you like getting whipped?" Paul
shrugged and said "Yeah, it gives me a Hell of a hard on and sometimes it
makes me cum. I would have let you do it to me in the woods today, but you
weren't into it so I just let it pass. If you want to, you could do it
now---I'd really like it."

Ryan didn't know what to make of the situation. He HATED the burning pain
of the beatings his father administered to him, but he had a nagging
curiosity about what it would be like to whip someone else---but not
someone he liked! "I don't know, I mean if you really want me to I will,
it's just that I don't want to hurt you." "You won't" Paul assured him as
he got off the bed and removed his belt from his jeans. "Just be sure to
spread it around so the belt doesn't rip my skin. You can whip my back too
if you want," Paul instructed as he handed the belt to Ryan and then laid
over the end of his bed, exposing his much wider buttocks to the boy.

"OK, if you're sure," Ryan said as he folded the belt and positioned
himself to take aim. Ryan was feeling a rush of excitement he'd never
experienced before and his erection was getting almost painful with the
pressure that was building inside it. He tentatively slapped the belt
against the center of the prone bottom in front of him. "Hit me as hard as
you can Ryan," Paul commanded calmly and then Ryan fired off 5 pretty good
shots that left a red mark where they fell. Ryan was amazed that Paul did
not moan or cry so he decided to really let him have it. He almost left his
feet as he brought the next 5 lashes down on Paul with all of his might,
each one resulting in a loud CCCRRRAAACCCKKK that pierced the otherwise
silence of the room. With each stinging lash of the belt, Paul felt his
hard penis quiver as his sphincter would tighten and his scrotum would draw
tightly upwards. The sexual gratification that being spanked provided to
Paul was almost the equal of someone's warm mouth sliding down his young
pole or his thrusting in and out of another boy's tight hot rectum.

By the time Ryan reached 20, Paul's ass was blazing red so Ryan directed
the next 10 lashes to the small of Paul's back and the tops of his
thighs. "Shit," Ryan thought, "that's 30 and he's still taking it---fuck my
arm is getting tired." Just as Ryan was about to say he was done, Paul
rolled from the end of his bed and Ryan saw that his face was sweaty and
red and his cock was rock hard and throbbing. "Ohhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaahhhhh,"
Paul moaned softly as the stinging of the belt surged through him. Then he
grabbed his erection and gave it a dozen quick pulls before and three arcs
of white fluid flew up his chest as his hips humped with each release. Then
a steady stream of his juice flowed down into his pumping fist as his
climax neared its end "HHAAAA, AAAAWWWWW UUUGGGGGAAAHHH---Oh fuck that was
great," Paul panted as his last orgasmic shudder passed through him,
"thanks Ryan." Ryan had begun to stroke himself as he watched Paul
masturbate "Sure, you're welcome I guess. That was pretty amazing Paul---I
can't believe how you got off on that."

Paul rose slowly on wobbly legs and approached Ryan as he massaged
himself. "Let me help you with that," Paul said as he knelt down in front
of Ryan and took the boys length into his mouth. He sucked on him for over
10 minutes as Ryan moaned with pleasure but would not climax. "Lay down on
the bed Ryan," Paul suggested "I'll do something that will definitely get
you off." Ryan laid down on his back as Paul climbed in next to him. Then
Paul removed the Vaseline from the drawer of his nightstand and lubed up
the index finger of his right hand. Slowly he pushed at Ryan's previously
unexplored anus sending shocks of electricity through the young boy. With
his free hand he stroked Ryan's hard penis twirling his fingers around the
head and softly rubbing at the fine white hairs that had yet to darken or
curl.

"OOOOHHH ooooooo," Ryan groaned as Paul's finger slid half way into
him. Paul lowered his head and renewed his sucking as he thrust his finger
all the way in and located Ryan's prostate which, at first, ellicted a yelp
of pain from Ryan followed by a sigh of pleasure . Pushing and rubbing
forcefully on the "magic button" as he gave full hard sucking strokes to
the penis that yearned to orgasm in his mouth, Paul quickly brought Ryan to
the edge of ecstasy. "Oh fucking Christ, that feels so good!" Ryan cried as
his body was feeling something he never imagined it could. The head of his
penis tingled with excitement and his testicles were ready to explode as
the combination of the prodding finger and Paul's warm wet mouth became
more that he could bear. Paul could feel Ryan's penis begin to pulse
strongly between his lips and the head felt hard and hot. He paid
particular attention to the top of Ryan's boyhood with his tongue, using
the tip to spread and stretch Ryan's sensitive
opening. "AAAAGGGGGGAAAAADDDDD HHHOOOOOOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHHH
JJJJEEESSSSUUUSSSSS GGGOOODDDDDDDDDDD!" Ryan yelled out as this orgasm
delivered a level of power and a number of waves that made the hundreds of
orgasms he'd previously experienced seem like nothing more than sneezes.

Ryan fired his hips into Paul's face with each shudder of pleasure as his
testicle rose and fell rapidly within his loose hairless scrotum. He
thought his sphincter snapping shut around Paul's finger might break it
off, as Paul continued to forcefully prod at him. When Paul at last pulled
his finger out rapidly, one final and triumphant wave of orgasmic release
shot through Ryan making him see stars as he screamed out "OOOOHHHHHH
SSSSHHHIIITTTTTTTTTT." Then his body went limp as Paul continued to slowly
suck on his still hard penis. "Did I cum---it felt like I shot something
when you pulled your finger out," Ryan asked as Paul took his mouth off of
him and laid down next to him on the pillow.

"I don't think so Ryan---if you did it wasn't anything I could feel and
there's no salty taste. Here, let me check you out," and Paul reached down
and took hold of Ryan's semi-hard tool and dabbed at the opening with the
tip of his finger. Nothing sticky, but you'll be getting there soon." "I
don't care if I ever cum, as long as I can feel the way you just made me,"
Ryan exclaimed, "that was fantastic. Whatever you did in my ass made me
feel so fucking good man!" Paul smiled and said "After we rest up a little,
I'd like to do something else in your ass---if you know what I mean?" The
two boys laughed and then Ryan noticed that Paul's erection had returned as
he said "Doesn't look like you'll be needing too much more
rest............."

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Back at the Camp, the boys were all very confused and scared about the
inevitable disclosure of their homosexual experiences. While most of them
were sick of talking about it and had left the privacy of the Rec Center
for some private downtime, other's like Joey, Fred and George stayed behind
to talk it out a little more. "God I hope they just send us all home," fat
little George said, "I can't wait to get out of this shit hole!" "Me too,"
Taylor's voice thundered as he re-entered the room having relived his
bladder on a bush outside. "But how are we going to face our folks when
they learn what went on in here?" Fred asked. Taylor said "Fukin' lie to
'em. Tell 'em nothing happened to you, that is was the others---you got
lucky or whatever. Personally I don't give a shit, they know I've sucked
cock before." Joey shot back "Well mine don't and I damn sure don't want
them to. But they've always known when I've lied to them. I just know
they'll know what I've done."

"Hey," Taylor continued "just say like Pietry said to---we were victims. We
don't have to tell them about the stuff we did 'cause we wanted to. That
stays with us!!" Joey rolled his eyes and said, "I just wish there was
another way is all." "Well there isn't" Taylor snapped "so just deal with
it. They HAVE to tell our folks, otherwise they'd get the shit sued out of
them or something if, say one of the kids who never liked having sex went
crazy or something. Imagine all the commotion if some kid killed himself or
went Columbine or something, and his parents found out after and maybe
could have gotten him some help if they had know before. Shit, they'd own
the whole state after the jury award came down on something like
that. They're gonna tell and that's it!"

"Yeah, you're right," Fred relented "at least we get to go home, but I'm
really gonna miss you guys. We gotta find a way to keep in touch." "Sure we
will," Taylor said "you and me and George live pretty close to each other,
and we could go skiing with Joey and shit. Hell Fred, if you keep up with
your hot shot jock shit, you'll be traveling all over the state to play
games and stuff." George asked meekly "Would we still be able to sleep with
each other and stuff?" Joey shook his head violently and said, "Not me
man. I'm going back to pussy! I mean I'm happy to see you guys after we get
out, but I don't want any one to even think about having sex with me
again---got it?"

Fred tried to be the voice of reason when he added, "That's fine Joey and
we'll all respect that. I think it will just be a facts and circumstances
kind of thing. Personally I want to try girls, but if the opportunity
presented itself, I wouldn't rule out a blow job for old times sake."
"You're right Fred" Taylor replied "besides, we got lots of stuff to deal
with when we get back---being ex-cons and all. Our social situations are
going to be keeping us real busy. But things will all work out in the end."
Then smiling, Taylor put his arm around little George as the boys walked
out to join the others. Taylor whispered to him "Speaking of which
Georgie-boy, how about you let me work my 'thing' out with you!" George
smiled back at Taylor's and said smiling "Did you want to have your 'work
out' now or tonight?" Taylor looked around for a second before saying "If
no one's using this place in an hour, I'll meet you back
here................."

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"OOOOOOWWWW OOUUUCCCHHH IT HURTS PAUL TAKE IT OUT---TAKE IT OUT NOW!!!!",
Ryan screamed in agony as Paul's hard penis pushed through the tight
opening of his rectum and slid in its full length. "It will be OK in a
moment," Paul promised the smaller boy who writhed beneath his much greater
size and weight, "just relax, and it will feel good in a few seconds."
"NOOOOOO GET OUT OF ME NOW!!!!", Ryan shrieked as the intensity of the
stretching impaling pain was more than he could bear. Paul was so overcome
by the wonderful feeling of Ryan's hot insides that he couldn't stop the
thrusting of his erection, which was bursting with sensual energy.

"I'll be quick Ryan, just try to relax," Paul pleaded as he quickened the
pace of his thrusts. "NOOO OOOWWW OOOHHHH SSTTOOPPPPP," Ryan pleaded as the
lager boy continued to drive himself in and out of a hole that was too
narrow to accommodate him. Despite Ryan's protests, Paul humped furiously
in and out and then he yelled himself "AAAHH GGOODDDD UURRRR AAHHHH OOHHHHH
ARRRRGGGRRRRRAHHHH!!!" as a tremendous orgasm took hold of him and his
testicles rocketed out all of the semen that they had stored. Ryan felt the
warm liquid shoot into his recesses and then, mercifully, Paul's thrusting
stopped and he withdrew from the pain-stricken boy, rolling to his back and
almost blacking out in the post-orgasmic bliss that overtook him.

"You fucking bastard!" Ryan shouted as he weakly climbed off the bed and
then ran to the bathroom to unload the excrement that now churned in his
bowls. "Owww, oohhh fuck," Ryan exclaimed as the dark matter fell from his
enlarged sphincter stinging and burning as it made contact with the small
tears that Paul's buggery had caused. When he wiped himself Ryan cried out
"I'm bleeding you fuck, you ripped me apart down there!" "I'm sorry Ryan,"
Paul said as he sat up to face the furious boy when he reenter the room
"you liked my finger in there so much that I didn't think you'd have any
trouble handling me---I'm sorry!" Ryan reached down sharply and grabbed at
the bundle of his clothes on the floor and said "Fuck you Paul, I told you
it was too much and you didn't stop---you hurt me on purpose you
shithead---I'm going home!"

"No Ryan, I said I'm sorry---let me make it up to you," Paul pleaded. "How
you piece of shit. I don't want you touching me. I'd like to beat the Hell
out of you for fucking me like that," Ryan yelled back still enraged at the
pain he had endured. "Whip me again," Paul suggested. Ryan gave him a
dismissive look and said "Oh sure, so you can cum all over the place?" Paul
looked at him pleadingly as he said "I don't think I could cum again, maybe
this time it would make me cry and you'd get even---at least give it a
try!" Ryan thought for a second and concluded that he'd love to break this
big son-of-a-bitch if he could, and God knows he wouldn't be swinging
lightly.

"OK, but you have to let me tie you up. I don't want you to think you can
just say no more and make me stop," Ryan said as Paul nodded his
agreeement, as a moment of fear passed through him. Then Ryan went into
Paul's closet and took the waist tie out of his large terry cloth
bathrobe. "Lay down with your hand above your head," Ryan commanded as he
then tightly tied Paul's wrists together and then fastened them securly to
on of the large bed posts. "You prick," Ryan hissed "that was just like
what my asshole father does to me---hurts me no matter how hard I cry. Well
now it's my turn and you WILL cry because I'm not just going to whip you
big ass. I'm going to start by whipping your dick!!!" "No!" Paul shouted as
Ryan picked up the belt and approached him. Paul quickly rolled over on to
his stomach, but Ryan grabbed hard at Paul's balls from between his legs
and clamped down with all his might yelling "Roll over or I'll fucking
crush them!"

The pain was unbearable as Paul screamed "OK, OK LET GOOOO!!!", as he
rolled over on his back. Then Ryan jumped on top of Paul and sat down with
his full weight across the top of Paul's knees. Ryan grabbed Paul's flaccid
penis---low at its base and pulled up hard on it leaving several inches
hanging above his grip. "IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!", Paul shrieked as Ryan
slapped hard at the dangling head of his penis, the sting of the belt on
his sensitive tool causing tears to immediately stream from his
eyes. "OOOOOOWWWW EEEEEEEEEEEE" he screamed as the next two blows hurt even
worse. "SSTTOOPPPP PPLLEEEEEZZZZEEE" Paul cried at a volume that Ryan
thought might be heard from outside. Ryan quickly wadded up the end of the
bed sheet and jammed it into Paul's open mouth as he screamed out at the
next strike of the belt.

His muted yells continued as Ryan continued to beat the head of Paul's
penis which was beginning to turn from bright red to a purple bruised-like
color. Then Ryan grabbed hold of the head and began to assault the
stretched out shaft with the belt, several times knocking it out of his
hand. Paul was now bawling hysterically and pleading for Ryan to stop. "So,
how do YOU like it when someone's hurting you and they won't stop. Let's
see how you like this!", Ryan yelled as he climbed off of Paul and rolled
the sobbing boy to his stomach. Then he let out the full length of the belt
and began to bring it down hard against Paul's previously beaten
posterior. Paul had never been hit with a belt that was not folded and the
fully elongated belt, as it whipped at his flesh, hurt him like he'd never
felt before.

Still crying hard, Paul became panic stricken as he was now unable to
transfer the pain on his backside into a pleasurable sensation in his
penis, which continued to throb in agony. "No more PLEEZZE," he mumbled
through the gag "PLEEZZZE don't whip me any more." Ryan unleashed another
10 hard lashes before he got scared that he might rip open Paul's skin and
get them both busted if Paul started bleeding. Then Ryan's anger melted
away as he watched Paul writhing and crying in agony at what he had
done. Ryan slumped to the floor and began to cry. "Oh shit Paul," Ryan
blubbered as he rose and untied him, "I didn't mean to---I couldn't stop
myself---I was just so mad."

Paul rolled to his back and pulled the sheet from his mouth still
hysterical as his hands instinctively cupped his severely swollen penis
which felt like it was on fire. "Aaaannnhhaahhaahha, aaannnnhhaaahhaahhaa",
he sobbed and sobbed as Ryan sat next to him and cried openly too. After
several minutes Paul gained a measure of self-control and muttered out "I
guess we're even, but I want you to go---tell your father I got sick. I'll
tell my folks that you didn't feel well and went home. Now get dressed and
GET OUT!" he shouted as the endless pain made him start crying again. Ryan
dressed quickly and left as Paul looked at the grotesque swelling in his
penis and worried that he might need to see a doctor. After he heard the
door shut with Ryan's departure, he put on his robe and slowly navigated
his way down the stairs to the kitchen, where he filled a dish towel with
ice and tried to soothe his injured boy tool.................

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Art lay heavily sedated in the hospital unresponsive to any communication
or physical stimulation that the doctor's and nurses tried, in a effort to
bring him out of what one doctor referred to as post-traumatic shock. He
could hear what they were saying and he would later be able to recall it,
but now his mind was in a place outside of his body recoiled in the horror
of what had befallen him. "Whoever castrated him was a doctor or a trained
medical assistant," one of the doctors said, "it was a very professional
job. With hormones, he can still lead a relatively normal life if he ever
gets his mind back."

Meanwhile, Warden Walters had arrived in Switzerland and took up residence
in a fancy hotel using one of the many fake passports he had paid
handsomely for as part of his escape plan. Given his monetary freedom,
Walters planned to lay low for a while and then purchase a small restaurant
or other establishment, as he lived out the rest of his life as a European.

The Corrections Board convened two follow up conference calls with Pietry
in attendance, as they continued to assess the situation at the Camp. "I
think we should consider sending them all home, after we advise their
parents" Pietry suggested. "I'd rather have them serve out their minimum
terms," Chief Director Darden responded "that would put less of a spotlight
on what's happened. For the boys' sake and our own, we need to avoid any
general publicity. We can also manage their transition better and hopefully
deal with any psychological fallout from what they've been through. From
what I'm told, Art may have lost his mind and Walters has left the
country. Therefore, the publicity of formal charges and a public trial are
not our immediate concern."

Piety then stated "The boys are committed to not discussing matters with
anyone else at the Camp, but they are very concerned with how their parents
will react." Darden responded "The boys were victims---their parents should
understand that!" "Yes," Piety replied "but on the tapes I saw, a lot of
the sexual activity appeared to be very consensual." "We won't be
discussing those tapes with the parents," Darden said, "all they need to
know is that the abuses happened." Following an open discussion, it was
decided the boys would be monitored during the next week and they would
begin the process of alerting all of their parents. Darden then assigned a
geographically proximate list of the boys parents to himself and each of
the other Directors, for them to contact and meet with in person. The
concept of immediate release was still not resolved but Darden said they
would have conference calls daily to discuss that issue further as well as
how the boys were doing. "Hopefully we can reach a decision in a few days
and then begin the parent meetings," Darden concluded "the sooner we have
those meetings, the better..................."

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None of the other boys noticed as George and Taylor made there way back
into the private confines of the Rec Center. "Let's go over to the back
couch," Taylor suggested. The two fat boys then removed their clothes and
held each other in a warm embrace, Taylor standing head and shoulders
higher than the younger boy whose sandy brown haired head rested against
his ample boy breasts. Taylor lifted George's chin up and then lowered his
face to kiss him. Their tongues met and sent shivers down their spines as
their penis became fully erect and pressed between them. They took the
other's erection into their hands and began to stroke softly as they
continued to kiss. Taylor needed only his thumb and two fingers accommodate
George's short slender rod, while George's whole hand was dwarfed by
Taylor's long fat boy cock.

Taylor guided them down to the seat of the couch and then broke off the
kiss to inspect the young boy's package that he soon intended to have in
his wet mouth. He lifted up on George's over hanging belly and looked at
the downy fuzz that adorned the top of his penis. "You have a few dark ones
starting here George," he observed "Have you shot any juice out yet?"
George smiled and said "Yeah, I've been leaking a little stuff for a while
now, and when I jerked off the other night some shot up my belly a little."
"Well then," Taylor said, "let's see how much you can shoot in my mouth,"
as he bend town and rolled his tongue around the circumcised head of the
young boy's hard penis. George purred lightly and then moaned as Taylor was
soon sucking swiftly up and down his length. He laid back so that his
stomach would not restrict Taylor's mouth from having access to all of him.

Taylor pulled the boy up and slid beneath him so that George could also
suck on his throbbing erection. George had to work his way slowly down
Taylor's length, but soon his nose was nestling in the black pubic hairs
that surrounded its base. They blew each other for over 20 minutes, neither
one of them wanting to cum anytime soon. Their hands began to also cup and
stimulate the testicles that hung below their mouths and they rubbed softly
at the delightfully sensitive area that stretched from the back of their
scrotums to their puckered sphincters. Soon the beginnings of their orgasms
began to stir and their hips started to thrust their penises deeper and
harder at the orifices that engulfed them. George was fighting not to gag
on the immensness of Taylor's shaft. Then suddenly George felt a surge of
greater hardness in Taylor's rod and he heard him moan out an audible
"AAAHHHHH" which preceded the first shot of hot thick fluid that launched
into the back of George's throat, which he quickly gulped down. "OOOHHH
YEAH, ooooo George that's good" Taylor sang out as three more loads were
released and much of the last one fell back down Taylor's shaft as George's
hovering mouth was unable to keep it all in.

"OK, OK I'm done man," Taylor panted, his erupted penis becoming to
sensitive for further stimulation as George withdrew from him. The two boys
sat next to each other as Taylor began to rapidly stroke George's saliva
soaked but as yet unsatisfied penis with his meaty hand. Then George's eyes
shut and his head leaned back, which signaled Taylor to again take the
young boy into his mouth. Within five hard sucking strokes George grunted
out the pleasure of his release. "UUUUNNNNAAAHH OOOOHHHHH AAAHHHHH" he
crowed as he penis shuddered and his balls flung northward. "oooooohhh shit
that's ssoooo ggooood" he cried softly as he felt the most powerful orgasm
of his early pubescent life. "aaaahhhhh" Geoge sighed as he then slumped
back as the electricity of the moment disapated through his trembling fat
body.

Taylor pulled off of George's spent tool and said, "You definitely shot
some there boy. I felt it fly out on my tongue and I can taste it now---way
to go kid!!!" George smiled and the two boys laid down on the couch and
held each other warmly, knowing this might be one of the last such moments
they would share...