Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 20:39:36 -0800
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 41

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 41

Copyright 2002 All rights reserved.

For adults only!!!!!!

New Reader Alert: If you don't start at Chapter 1, you'll never be able to
follow this story!!!! This has been my first writing effort, so bear with
some awkwardness in early chapters and some less than perfect proof reading
and use of SpellCheck---enjoy!!

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Authors Note: While I had not planned on continuing this story, during the
month or so since the last chapter, I have received so many emails from old
and new readers asking for more that I feel compelled to continue writing
it. I was concerned that the story had run its course and was becoming too
repetitive, but I am assured by those who have written that it has not, and
that there is much more they'd like to read.

So, here we go again! But, chapters will NOT follow with the speed they did
before----as always, your continued comments are welcomed!!!!! Email:
someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>

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Common Events:

Following their return home, all of the boys went through a period of
significant readjustment with their families, friends and at their
respective schools. Within 48 hours of their return, all of the boys'
parents had been contacted and informed of the circumstances at the Camp
that had resulted in their early release. After getting over the initial
shock, no parent harbored any resentment or homophobic reaction to their
child's involvement in the events in question. On the contrary, the parents
banded together to threaten suit and they eventually accepted a mass
settlement offer.

Not only was the settlement financially lucrative by putting significant
funds in trust for the boys' education and then otherwise released to them
at 21, but it also provided for unlimited psychological counseling and
treatment to the extent needed. All of the boys were required to undergo a
mandatory psych evaluation and a month of weekly post-trauma therapy
sessions, the results of which were not shared with any parent, except to
the extent that violent or severely anti-social tendencies were
encountered. The result being that all of the boys "passed", no boy's
predisposition, if any, towards homosexuality was disclosed and their
parents gained a sense of closure with respect to the events that had
befallen their boys.

In a nutshell, the boys were put in a position of having a fresh
start........

Fred's Return:

Many tears were shed both upon Fred's return and upon learning why, but
Fred and his parents turned that page quickly and he set about the task of
reintegrating himself into the community---especially at school. On his
first night home, Fred swore his little brother Tim to secrecy before
telling him all about the Camp. Then he told Tim to get word to Dr. Carl
and the others, except Paul, that he was withdrawing from the group
"treatments." Fred said that he'd talk to Paul himself.

"But why do you want to stop the treatments Fred?" Tim asked out of both
confusion and fear that Fred now considered them to somehow be wrong.

"After what I went through, I'm just not up to the structure of it
all. It's hard to explain Tim; I just want to be left alone when it comes
to sex and stuff for now. Who knows, maybe later I'll come back. Just not
now, and besides, I think I'm pretty much cured," Fred said as he pulled
down the front of his pants and exposed his pubic growth to his brother.

Tim looked at the two dark patches of Fred's growth that were on each side
of his penis, but had yet to knit their way together across the
top. Certainly, no one could miss the onset of his puberty, yet many an 8th
grader, and some 7th graders too, could easily rival Fred's state of
development. Fred's penis was also noticeably bigger to Tim. In contrast to
where Fred had been, however, it was clearly night and day!

"Yeah Bro, you've got a good sized crop coming in all right," Tim said,
"but how do you know it won't stop if you don't keep up with the
treatments. From what you told me about the Camp, you got treated a lot up
there."

"I don't know," Fred replied "call it a hunch, but like I said, I may
change my mind later---just not right now. So Tim, how have the Doctor's
treatments been going for you and the others?"

"Paul has just gone nuts!" Tim said "He's lost a ton of weight and he's all
buffed out and shit---and get this, Coach Turner has been privately
coaching him in football. He's got a good shot at being your center next
year!"

"You're shitting me," Fred exclaimed "that's great!"

"Yeah, and Ollie's gettin' some hairs going and so is this kid you don't
know named En. Paul recruited him after you left and he's getting fat and
hair treatments and doing pretty good. As for me, well, you judge for
yourself."

Tim then pulled down the front of his pants as Fred observed the
significant changes that had occurred since the last time he had seen Tim
naked. Unlike his own raised patches of curly black hairs, Tim had a dark
brown background of sparse soft hairs that lay matted against his
skin. They lay there in a swirling pattern and almost looked like they'd
been drawn on with a pencil and from a distance of 10 feet or more, they
would not be visible at all. They also extended across the entire top of
Tim's penis area, as opposed to just the side areas of Fred's growth with
his true bald patch in between.

"Boy Tim," Fred exclaimed, "when they start to curl and stick out and
thicken, you're going to have a monster crop!"

Tim smiled and said "I'm shooting better too---some white stuff along with
the watery stuff I was doing with you before. Do you want to see?"

"No thanks Bro, I don't want to do anything just yet," Fred replied not
wanting to hurt his brother's feelings.

"I didn't mean that you had to touch me Fred," Tim said softly "I was gonna
do myself---I just wanted to show you is all."

Fred sensed Tim's dejection as he told him "I'm sorry Tim, you can show me
if you want." Tim smiled brightly as he dropped his pants and sat next to
Fred on the edge of the bed. Then, slowly, he began to swirl the tip of his
finger over the downy brown fuzz above his small limp penis which
immediately began to swelling. Soon Tim was fully hard and his thin
pink-headed erection stuck out some 4 inches from his body as his delicate
young boy hand gathered it in and began to stroke its modest length.

Tim laid back on the bed with his legs hanging off the end as he began to
rhythmically stimulate himself while Fred looked on noting his brother's
almost trance-like state. With his free hand, Tim began to softly rub at
the inside of his thighs and then he began to hold and massage his
testicles which hung down in the loose folds of his hairless
scrotum. "Ooooooo, aaahhhhh," Tim moaned softly as he pleasured himself. As
Fred continued to watch, he reluctantly began to feel a stirring in his
loins that he was not courting. However, the sight of his tender aged
brother so wrapped up in the sexual energy of his task, was causing Fred to
want that same delicious feeling.

Fred was half thinking about throwing in the towel and having sex with his
brother when Tim's body began to noticeably tighten and his fist began to
pound up and down his erect shaft with greater speed and
urgency. "UUUUNNNNN AAAHHHHHH AAARRRROOOOHHH" Tim groaned and then,
surprisingly, he let go of his throbbing boy-cock just as a thin but
powerful jet of fluid shot up his chest. "Oooooohhh oooohhhh ggodddddd" he
cried as his unheld member fired off two more shots of half the volume and
a third the distance, while Tim's hips bucked wildly and his body spasmed
with joy. "Hhhhaaaaaaaaaaa aaaahhhhhh" Tim moaned as he quickly grabbed his
erection again and pumped it feverishly while a small amount of his juice
slowly poured from the tip of his soon to be spent penis. "Oooooohhhhh" he
cooed softly as the final waves of his orgasm passed through him.

"Wow Tim, you came hard for a kid your age," Fred said admiringly as he
tried to reposition the bulge in his pants that had now become
uncomfortable "and what was with that letting go and---I don't know---it
looked like you were humping the air or something."

Tim still had his eyes shut while the fog of his bliss began to dissipate
as he rose and wiped the watery semen from his chest. "Doc taught us that
one a few weeks ago. You should try it man. Just when you know you're going
to shoot, you fight like Hell to not let your nuts sling up and you give
yourself 5 or 6 hard, full and fast pumps and then let go. I swear to God
it is amazing how hard it makes you shoot even though you're not touching
yourself anymore. But your balls are flying up and down and the feeling is
so powerful. Then just when it starts to pass, you grab yourself again and
go like crazy. Even though you don't really shoot any more, it's like
having a second orgasm that just hangs on you."


Fred just shook his head and said, "Yeah, I'll give it a try sometime" as
Tim dressed himself.


"Welcome home Fred," Tim said hugging him before turning to go to his own
room to sleep "see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, good night Tim," Fred replied as he rose from his bed to change for
the night. As he took off his pants and stared down at his swollen, but not
erect boyhood, Fred contemplated a quick pre-sleep masturbation using the
unusual technique he had just seen and had described to him. But, since
tomorrow would be his first day back at school, he decided to save his
strength and try to get to sleep quickly. "They tell boxers that sex takes
it out of their legs before a fight," Fred thought to himself "and God
knows tomorrow may be one Hell of a fight." Fred had the inevitable
confrontation with Jed Parker and his goons on his mind as he tried to fall
asleep. Only when his thoughts turned to Paul, Tina Gerlang and his other
friends that he had not seen for so long, did a deep sleep finally overtake
him.

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The next morning Fred's father told him that he would drive him to school
because Principal McCoy want to talk with them before school started. When
Fred and his father walked into McCoy's office, they found that Coach
Turner and Coach Avery were also in attendance. After some awkward
greetings McCoy cut right to the chase. "Fred, Mr. Carver, thank you for
coming in early this morning. I'm going to be blunt and I wanted these
coaches to hear this also, as they are most likely to encounter what I'm
going to talk to you about. It's the Parker boy."

Fred felt hollow inside as McCoy began to recount the savagery of Fred's
attack on Jed Parker, how he almost died, how he's still disfigured and how
McCoy had struggled with whether to let Fred back into school as opposed to
making him transfer to another one. "In the end I believe that your actions
were isolated and the result of extreme provocation. I believe that, while
excessive, you have paid for your outburst and you deserve a second
chance. But I have grave concerns with how you will be able to coexist with
Jed Parker. For what it is worth the other two boys you beat, Mike Howell
and John Randolph, have told me that they harbor no further resentment
towards you---they feel like you're all even."

"But Parker's another story altogether. He has deep seeded rage and his
intentions of getting back at you have been overheard and reported to me on
several occasions. I have spoken to him and his parents and I'm telling you
the same thing: I will expel you both if there is a single incident on
school grounds or off of them, and I don't care who starts it."

A general discussion followed where Fred's father voiced his concern that
Jed would be the obvious aggressor. They also discussed various concepts of
reconciliation or keeping the boys totally separate from each other, all of
which were rejected as being impracticable or impossible.

"Listen," McCoy interrupted "I am not going to have the school turned
upside down over this. Either they will learn to get along with each other
or they'll both get shipped out, it's up to them. Besides, they're both
star athletes on the same teams there's no way to keep them apart. Coach
Turner, please state your position."

"Fred," Coach Turner said "you need to find a way to make peace with Jed. I
don't know how, but from my standpoint as Football coach, I need you both
next season. I'm moving Jed to wide receiver and he'll be one of your main
targets next year, son! More immediately, Coach Avery here is about to tell
you about the remainder of this year's Baseball season."

"Fred," Avery began "the varsity pitching staff has been decimated by
injuries. If our bats hadn't been as hot as they were, we'd be 6 or 7 games
back of the League title by now. Instead, we're only 2 games back with 10
to go and then, hopefully the Playoffs! To help out, I moved Jed Parker up
from the Freshman Team 6 weeks ago and he's gone 4-1. If you had been here
for the start of the season, I think even as a freshman you would have had
a good shot at making the varsity rotation---certainly you'd have made it
as a reliever. If you can help out now, we have a real shot at this."

"Shit---er---I mean shoot Coach," Fred stammered "I haven't picked up a
ball all season. I haven't been training or anything."

"I'm not trying to give you a big head or anything," Avery said "but you're
one of the best natural athletes I've ever seen. I saw you pitch a lot of
Jr. High games last year and you have a totally pure throwing motion. So
let's cut the 'SHIT', OK? You know you can do it and so do I and so does
your father."

"He's right, son" Fred's Dad said "you could be ready in no time and what
better way to get back into things. Of course, you've got Jed on the team
but maybe the sense of teamwork will help get you two over this. Either
way, I say you tackle the situation head on. If it doesn't work out, then
we'll just have to look at another school."

"I'll try," Fred promised "but I think your right Dad---this situation does
need to be tackled head on. Mr. McCoy, I need to ask you to make one
exception to your rule."

"What do you mean Fred?" McCoy asked.

"Let me confront Jed one time," Fred explained "here at school in a boxing
match. Coach Turner can referee it in front of the whole school and
I'll---I'll---I'll let Parker win...."

The four men looked at each other in silence as they contemplated the
solution Fred had offered. Before they could raise any objection, Fred
continued "Look, I figure he'll come after me sooner or later anyway, and
if I wouldn't get thrown out of school, I'd gladly kick his ass. But, I
still feel bad about how I messed him up. I owe him and I'm willing to
pay. I won't make it easy for him and I'll earn his respect, but I'll also
give him bragging rights and maybe that will be enough. Besides, if you
don't let us fight it out, you're just going to wind up kicking us both out
because he'll come after me no matter what."

"OK Fred, I see your point and it might work," McCoy said "but one time and
one time only. Now just when do you propose that this showdown happen?"

"Well," Fred replied "from everything I've been hearing the whole school
knows Jed's gunning for me, so let's get it over with now. I'm sure Jed
will be eager, so call an assembly in the Gym and let's do it!"

"Fine," McCoy said "Coach Avery, will you please find the Parker boy and
let me know that he's willing to do it. In the meantime I will call his
father and have him fax me a written waiver and consent to this little
'competition'. Of course Mr. Carver, I'll need you to sign one also."

"Son," Fred's Dad said as he studied the paper he was about to sign "are
you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah Dad, I'm sure," Fred replied softly "it will work and, like I said, I
owe him?"

"Son," Fred's Dad added, "after what you've been through you don't owe
anyone a thing!"

"Yeah, I know Dad---but Jed doesn't."


Coach Avery soon called back on the intercom to say that Jed Parker was
rarin' to go and that he was escorting him to the gym. Jed's father said
that he'd be there in person to sign the consent and watch his son seek his
revenge. Then Fred, his Dad and Coach Turner headed towards the Gym as
McCoy prepared to announce the assembly over the public address system.

"Give him a wide berth Coach," Fred said to Turner "he's not going to be
much for the rules and all. There's nothing he can do that I can handle,
just don't disqualify him for anything or stop the fight until I'm ready to
go down." Turner nodded his understanding as Fred's father's pride at his
son's courage suddenly became mixed with dread at the abuse his son was now
preparing to endure.

When they got to the Gym, Avery was just walking out of the locker room
with Jed Parker who had changed into his gym shorts, but was bare
chested. Fred avoided eye contact as he, his father and Coach Turner went
to Fred's gym locker. Fred quickly stripped and pulled out his jock strap,
shorts and sneakers. For the first time, Fred's father saw the growth of
pubic hair that adorned the top of Fred's penis. "God so little of it, "he
thought to himself "but at least it's something and it's clearly visible!"
As they prepared to go out Fred's father told him "Look Fred, be careful
OK?" Fred smiled and nodded as they walked out into the Gym.

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The Gym was completely packed in no time with the entire student body
anxiously awaiting the showdown that had been the talk of the school for
months. Teachers and students alike were expressing their disbelief that
something like this was being condoned. "Look, it's a sporting
competition," McCoy tried to explain to one of his outraged teachers. "Both
fathers are here, they signed a consent to let their boys fight. You know
as well as I do that they'll go after each other anyway, so it's better to
have it officiated and with boxing gloves than to let them brawl in the
streets unsupervised!"

Fred now stood face to face with Jed Parker for the first time since he had
bashed his face repeatedly into the cement sidewalk outside of the school
some 4 months ago. He looked at the angry red scar of the 100-stitch gash
he had created across Jed's forehead and Jed's mishappened nose that he has
broken. Fred knew that Jed was to have cosmetic surgery over the summer,
and that until then he had to painfully endure his disfigurement. Finally,
he noted the seething rage and anger that poured out of Jed's stare and
body language.

The two bare chested boys stood at approximately the same height and
weight. Both had broad athletic shoulders, and Jed's musculature had a more
sinewy vein laden look as compared to the solid but softer exterior of
Fred. Jed's light brown head of hair and his angular facial features were
markedly different from Fred's black hair and his round handsome boyish
looking face with a nose and complexion that more easily fit a
10-year-old. By comparison, Parker was so clearly in the late throws of
puberty, while Fred's journey had just begun.

"OK Carver," Fred said to himself "let's put on a good show."

"No rounds," Coach Turner said, "you just go until one of you
quits. Ready-----BOX!!"

As the Gym erupted with the sounds of student cheering. Jed raced at Fred
and began to swing wildly at his sides and head as Fred covered up and
tried to block as many of the blows as he could. But Parker was like a
madman and it suddenly dawned on Fred that he might not have to "let" Jed
win. Then one of Jed's wild punches connected squarely on Fred's jaw and he
dropped to one knee. Parker didn't stop, he hovered over the stunned Fred
and unleashed two powerful shots to the side of his head that sent him
sprawling across the gym floor.

Turner moved in quickly to restrain Jed as Fred fought to regain his
senses. "No hitting when someone is down Parker," Turner yelled at him.

"Yeah, yeah" Jed snapped back "get up Carver you damned pussy!" Jed shouted
as Fred struggled to his feet. Parker again charged Fred as he covered up,
but now Fred knew his rhythm---first to the sides and midsection, then up
to the head. Fred absorbed the body shots and as Jed unleashed the first
roundhouse punch at his head, he quickly ducked and delivered a thunderous
punch to the center of Jed's unguarded stomach.

"OOOOFFFFFF" Jed bellowed as he doubled over in pain and then Fred landed a
left and a right to Parker's head before hitting him in the stomach again,
which dropped him to both knees in front of Fred. Honorably, Fred backed
away from the defenseless boy and took a knee as he panted for air and let
his tired arms rest at his sides.

Jed took due note of Fred's sportsmanship but his rage still burned hotly
inside him as he rose to continue the fight and the Gym again grew loud
with cheering. They spared more cautiously now as they looked for an
opening to deliver a big shot, with Fred finding the first one to Jed's
head, and Jed countering nicely with to blows to Fred's side and his right
ear.

They traded punches for what seemed like forever with neither one being
able to knock the other down. Their arms were burning with the pain of
exertion and their lungs cried for air as the onlooking students continued
to cheer them on. Without a word being said, they both suddenly backed away
and took a knee letting their arms dangle at their side as they desperately
tried to fight off their fatigue.

The Gym fell completely silent as Turner asked, "Is that it?"

"Hell no---just a little break in the action, right Carver?" Jed shouted.

"That's right Jed---we've got all day," Fred yelled back.

Then amid the rising volume of student cheers, the two boys waged war on
each other again, for at least another 5-minute stretch during which
tremendous punches were landed by each but they refused to go down. Another
mutual break occurred, during which Fred carefully studied Jed's face.

The intense burning rage that once consumed him now seemed to have been
replaced by grim determination to go on and win. Fred, decided that this
would be the time for him to go down, and he was right about Jed's state of
mind. While he gasped for air, all Jed could think was "God this kid's
tough, I just have to find a way to beat him." Jed was now thinking like an
athlete and not a revenge-crazed adolescent.

Fred decided to test his theory, so as they prepared to square off again he
reached out to "tap" gloves as a sign of mutual respect. Jed reciprocated
as they began to box again, so Fred readied himself to drop his guard and
give Jed a free shot at him. First Fred landed a hard body blow and when he
saw Jed load up to counter to his head, instead of covering up, Fred went
to his body again leaving his face wide open.

Jed was in shock as events seemed to unfold in slow motion and he knew he
had the winning punch, Hell he could break his jaw, his nose---he owned
him, and in that moment, as he began to unleash a savage unabated punch,
their eyes met. Jed was just letting the mighty punch go with his full
weight behind it, as he read the resignation in Fred's eyes and understood
that he was sacrificing himself.

"NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" Jed screamed as the punch unleashed itself and he felt
helpless to withdraw it. But somehow, some way he did---and as all of the
power poured out of it and his arm fell limply to his side, so to did all
of his inner turmoil subside and he felt as if the weight of the world had
been lifted from him.

"Why'd you stop?" Fred said through his panting as they stood toe to toe in
front of each other.

"Because you stopped first," Jed replied.

"What are you talking about?" Fred lied.

"You know damn well Carver---it's over man, OK?" Jed said extending a
glove.

"OK---and I'm really sorry Jed," Fred said solemnly as he extended his
glove and tapped Jed's.

The gym erupted into applause and shouting as Coach Turner walked over to
the two boys and raised one of their weary arms high over their
heads. Jed's armpit sported a 1/2-inch wide line of wet matted light brown
hairs, in contrast to the glistening hairless armpit of Fred. The boys saw
the tears of pride in their fathers' eyes as they headed into the locker
room. They had much to say to each other and for the first time since
they'd known each other, they truly wanted to.

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They lay panting on benches across from each other in the locker room
sweating profusely, while their fathers, Mr. McCoy and the coaches talked
some 20 feet away. From what they could hear over the sounds of their
exhaustion, a consensus opinion had formed that the boxing match had
achieved the desired result and the boys were being given the rest of the
day off.

After their fathers said their good-byes and Principal McCoy left, Coaches
Avery and Turner came over to them and they struggled to rise to a sitting
position. "Good show boy---very commendable," Avery said "Jed, you know we
need Fred to join you on the varsity pitching rotation right?"

"Yes Coach," Jed said supportingly "he'll do great, I'm sure of it."

"Good then---you've both got the rest of the day off to rest and recover,
and I expect to see you on the field tomorrow after school."

"Yes Sir" the boys replied as Avery and Turner left and Fred and Jed began
to struggle with untying their sneakers and undressing to shower. As they
did they sensed someone approaching and when they looked up they saw that
it was Paul Percer.

"Great fight guys!" Paul said.

"Yeah thanks Fatass," Jed instinctively shot back at the boy he had never
cried for as he noticed Fred's disapproving stare. "I'm sorry Percer, uh,
Paul---it was just force of habit. I guess I gotta start learning not to be
such an asshole to you, especially since your going to be on the Football
team with us next year.

Both Paul and Fred smiled widely at Jed's gesture. "Great to see you again
Fred," Paul continued "I've been meaning to stop by but I figured you
needed a few days and all to, ah, ah...."

"Yeah Paul, its good to be back. Fuck Jed, I'm sorer than shit!!"

"Me too man," Jed replied "We really hit each other a lot out there."

"You sure as Hell did," Paul added, "talk about a knock down-drag out
battle! I got an idea though---instead of you guys just showering up and
going home, how about I take you to the health club my old man joined for
me and him. They got a great sauna, steam bath and Jacuzzi. You could even
get rub-downs!"

"That sounds great Paul," Fred said.

"Yeah, I'm in," Jed replied "but how are you going to get off school?"

"I'll ask Coach Turner to give me a pass. I'm sure he will, but if not I'll
just ditch---fucking detention doesn't scare me."

"Real tough guy these days, huh, Paul?" Fred laughed at him "By the way
man, you look unreal. How much weight have you lost?"

"At first I lost 25 lbs., but now I'm gaining it back but as muscle. Still
got some flab to get rid of though," Paul said as he grabbed a hand full of
his belly and then his love-handled side and shook it. Still, he had gone
through an amazing transformation in the 4 months that Fred had been
away. From total fatso to a guy who looked like a big athlete---clearly a
lineman waiting to happen.

Coach Turner, of course, gave Paul permission to leave with Fred and
Jed. Paul left to sit in the Gym stands, while the two combatants continued
to cool down before changing. In the privacy of the empty locker room, Fred
again apologized to Jed.

"I've had a lot of time to hate you Carver, so it may take a little while
for me to get over it, OK?" Jed said "I know I started it and what I did to
you with your pubes and all was really fucked up. And I know I've been an
asshole to you, Percer and others, but man you almost fucking killed me and
I still look like shit from it, and then they send you to that country club
place and you get out early on top of it---I just can't help but feel like
we were not close to being even. But I don't want to get kicked out of here
and who knows, with us not being rivals for the exact same positions any
more, maybe we can be friends."

"For what it's worth Jed," Fred replied, "that place was no fucking country
club. The reason I got out early, in fact the whole camp got released, is
that the main guard up there was a psyco. He beat the fucking shit out of
me and a lot of the other kids. The place was pretty terrifying."

"What did he do to you, exactly?" Jed asked sincerely wanting to know the
details.

Fred understood that Jed wanted to know specifically how he had suffered
and, while he had no intention of telling him about the sexual events, Fred
felt secure about describing his savage whipping.

"Keep this to yourself, OK Jed?" Fred asked and upon receiving an
acknowledging nod, Fred continued. "Well there was this guy Art, and he got
off on suspending us naked by a rope around our wrists from a ceiling beam,
and beating the shit out of us with this big-assed leather strap. It was
the most pain I ever felt in my life and I blacked out during the last two
of ten lashes to my ass and back. When I came to, the pain was as bad, it
felt as if he was still whipping me---felt like that for almost an
hour. Then I had to spend two days face down in my bed with wet towels on
my back until the swelling went down enough so I could dress and walk
around."

"Holy fucking shit!" Jed said with his mouth agape "I guess maybe we are
even."

Fred nodded his agreement as the boys began to change. Of course, Jed's
curiosity compelled him to look in Fred's direction when he removed his
shorts and jock. When Jed saw the clearly visible tufts of Fred's pubic
hair, Jed said, "I guess it's coming back in pretty nicely, huh?"

Fred smiled at him and said "Yeah, I'm glad that problem is behind me."
Then, after they had dressed the two boys joined Paul and they began the
2-mile walk to the health club. When they arrived, Paul signed them all in
and led them to the locker room where they all stripped and entered the
Jacuzzi/sauna/steam area. The three naked boys lowered themselves slowly
into the hot swirling water of the large Jacuzzi, several times rising and
lowering their genitals in and out as their delicate organs became
accustomed to the temperature.


Jed and Fred talked at length about the Baseball team and Fred's joining
the pitching staff, while Paul listened. When Fred noticed how the
conversation was excluding their host, he turned it to the prospects for
all of them starting on next year's Football team. "From what Coach
Turner's been telling me, you've got a great shot at being starting center
Paul," Fred began "and Jed, he says your going to be a super wide out."

"Well, it will sure beat the Hell out of riding the bench as your back up
at QB," Jed replied. "Just how did you get yourself into shape so fast
Paul---your not juicing are you?"

"Fuck no," Paul said, "it's been all exercise and diet. Plus, Turner's been
working me hard every day after school I can't wait for Spring practice!"

"Hopefully, we'll be in the Baseball playoffs instead, right Jed?" Fred
added.

"Yeah, I hope so and if we are, you and I could work on passing routes over
the summer," Jed suggested.

"Sounds like a plan, and Paul if you want to work out with us it would be
great to get used to you snapping to me." Fred concluded. "Hey, I'm done
with this Jacuzzi, how about we hit the steam?"

"You guys go ahead," Jed said "I'm gonna get a rub down first. How do I set
that up Paul?"

Paul pointed to the massage booths and said "Just go into one of those
rooms and hit the switch on the wall. A guy will come down in no time. Let
him know if you want a 1/2 hour or a full hour."

"OK, thanks," Jed relied as he rose from the water and grabbed a towel "I
think a 1/2 hour will be plenty."

As Jed entered the booth, Fred and Paul walked into the steam room and
spread their towels out on the top row before sitting down on them. Their
eyes soon adjusted to the steamy air and as they sat next to each other,
leaning forward with their hands on their knees. While the hot wet air
overtook them, they looked over at the other's genitals.

Paul grabbed his limp penis and pulled it out to its farthest extension
before letting it fall back down as he then combed his fingers through his
damp pubic hairs. Fred noted how clearly visible Paul was now that his
stomach had receded. He also noted how much denser Paul's pubic growth had
become since he last saw him. Fred's enhanced development was likewise not
lost on Paul, and when they looked up and into each other's eyes, Fred's
ambivalent stare was met with one of pure lust and desire from Paul.

Fred quickly looked back down as Paul began to speak and Fred began to see
Paul's penis start to swell and stiffen in the hot comforting steam. "God,
I've missed you Fred," Paul said "it hasn't been the same with any of the
others. I can't wait for us to get together at the next 'treatment'
session."

"Well Paul, I need to talk to you about that," Fred began slowly "I think
I'm done with the Doc's sessions, at least for a while anyway. I think I'm
growing just fine on my own now and I want to see if Tina and I can have a
relationship."

"Oh NO!!" Paul cried out catching Fred totally by surprise. "I've been
dying to be with you again Fred---I think I'm in love with you."

"Cut it out, man" Fred replied thinking it must be a joke, but when he
heard Paul begin to sob and when he looked up to see the big boy's chest
begin to heave, Fred knew that Paul was completely serious. "Paul, take it
easy," he said as he put his arm around Paul's shoulders to comfort him.

Fred felt his heart begin to melt as he looked into Paul's longing blue
eyes with the tears now streaming down his face. He resisted only slightly
as Paul reached his arm out and began to pull Fred close. Then he
surrendered himself to Paul's tender kiss. Their tongues entwined and set
of shivers of excitement that soon had them both fully erect. The two boys
wasted little time in taking hold of one another and began to deftly stroke
their hot moist lengths. The combination of their soft touches and the
sweet feeling of the hot wet air on their genitals got both boys sensing
that they might soon orgasm.

Paul broke off the kiss and lowered his head to take Fred into his
mouth. Oh, how he had waited to again suckle on Fred's delicate
boyhood. "What if someone comes in?" Fred asked.

"We're at the farthest point from the door and when someone comes in we'll
hear them and be able to sit up and cover ourselves with a towel before
their eyes have a chance to adjust" Paul explained.

"Sounds like you've had practice," Fred said grinning.

"Yeah, I jerk off in here all the time. The heat makes you cum hard, wait
'til you see!" Paul promised as he headed back down on Fred's 4 1/2 inch
erection, as Fred slid down to his side to accept Paul's substantially
larger and wider penis into his mouth. They sucked gently on each other for
well over 5 minutes, not neglecting to massage the scrotum and testicles of
their partner and to sift through their respect growths of soft wet pubic
hairs. When Paul began to trace the perimeter of Fred's puckered anus with
his hot sweaty finger, Fred reciprocated and the enhanced stimulation
quickly took them both to the edge.

First Paul tried his hardest to choke back his guttural moan as a solid
squirt of his semen splashed up against the roof of Fred's sucking and
sliding mouth. Fred gulped it down as a second deposit was released amid
Paul's joys cooing of "oooohh's" and "aaahhhs". Fred became oblivious to
Paul's' final orgasmic convulsions as his own powerful climax overtook him
and he thrust his hips in rhythmic harmony to the movements of Paul's
head. "Oooohhhh ssshhhhiiitttt, ooohhhh uuururrurrrahhhh oooohhhh
gggooddddddd" Fred cried trying to contain the volume of his voice, as the
volume of his ejaculation could no longer be contained at all.

Fred felt his testicles fire up into to him again and again and again as he
jetted out the largest volume of semen ever. Paul was caught completely by
surprise and swallowed frantically to keep up. What a huge contrast this
discharge was in comparison to Fred's meager deposits of some 4 months
ago. When Fred's last spastic shudder ran through him, the two boys sat up
breathing hard as the result of their sexual release and the prolonged
exposure to the heat of the steamy room.

"Let's get out of here," Fred said, "I'm frying."

"Me too," Paul replied "But we're going to be pitching tents through these
towels for a while so let's try not to be seen." Thankfully, there was no
one in the area outside the steam room as the boys exited and were
refreshed by the cool air. "Thanks Fred that was super," Paul whispered
"and God, you came a lot!"

"It was great for me too---been almost a week since I last got off, shit
that's almost a world record for me these days," Fred laughed as Paul
joined him. Fred smiled at his much larger friend and began to give serious
reconsideration to his stated intention to embrace a wholly heterosexual
existence.