Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 13:46:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Nekd Joey <nekd4x42005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming Tiny ? introduction/pt 1 (m/m/incest/authoritarian)

Becoming Tiny ? introduction/pt 1

Adam Lowbalski was, for all intents and purposes, a perfectly normal 16
year old boy. He hung out with his friends. He skated. He surfed.  He moved
with that awkward gainliness young men his age move with as they adjust to
new body structures.  Looking at him, no one would ever know that he was a
boy with a secret.  You see, Adam was what his father referred to as a
?late bloomer?.  He had only just experienced his first ? and to date only
? nocturnal emission a few days before school let out for the summer.  The
effect of this lateness was, quite frankly, he had all of the benefits of
his new height (a willowing 6?0? to be sure), but none of its accompanying
hirsuteness.  But this was not his biggest shame.  His biggest shame was
between his legs: you see, what puberty had given him in height, it
seemingly removed from his penis.  As such, Adam was in possession of an
under developed set of genitals.

His small penis was his secret, and his obsession.  The lengths he went to
in hiding his condition would strike anyone else as extreme.  Opting for a
?shy boy? role at school, he had managed to get a locker away from the
other boys for PE, in addition to getting out of group physicals for
football.  Even at home, he had become well adapted to getting up earlier
than his father and brother so as to avoid sharing bathroom space ? and
thus increasing the likelihood of his condition being known.  In truth, the
mere concept of being discovered send him red in the face to the point
where everyone assumed to go against his shyness would cause Adam great
harm.

Which is why Adam, at this moment, was painfully and acutely concerned
about how he found himself in his current predicament.

The week had started out normal enough. Adam had gone to school, done his
homework, cleaned his room.  Thursday night, Adam had decided to engage in
the bedtime sport of all 16 years olds, and had stripped down for a session
of masturbation.  Now, this was not an activity that Adam had very much
practical experience with by any means.  Given its size, he tended to
ignore his penis as much as possible.  But he was also wise enough to
realize that at some point, the constant erections his hormones produced
required a tug ? lest they show him off to his disadvantage at some point
where he had no choice in the matter.

Thus, after his shower he walked (fully dressed in pajamas, of course) from
the bathroom to his room.  Along the way he made a mental note of his 13
year old brother doing homework in his own room.  ?Okay? it?s all yours? he
said to Jeremiah ? Jerry ? as he went by the open door.  ?Ok?, muttered
Jerry with a shrug of his shoulders.

Adam entered his own room, shut the door (once again cursing his Father?s
insistence on not allowing locks in teenagers rooms) and waited.  The sound
of the water going indicated that, as required and usual, Jerry had started
his shower.  This meant Adam had at least 30 minutes.  30.

With great practiced forethought, Adam took his pajama top off and slid the
bottoms down.  These items were folded neatly into a stack and placed atop
his desk next to the door.  Adam then walked across the room and faced the
mirrored closet doors.  Knowing he was about to face his own demons, his
faced and shoulders became flushed with red.  Standing in front of the
mirror, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers (which he
had begged his father for when his friends has switched away from colorful
briefs. Another part of his plan.), and quickly shucked them to the floor.
As he moved to a standing position, his right hand methodically went and
cupped his genitals in cover.  It was at this point, Adam kept stating to
himself what he had read: ?at least it works?.  He knew it worked, for he
could sense its rigidness, as the little guy knew its release was
forthcoming.

Quickly turning around without removing his hand from covering his
genitals, Adam tossed himself onto his bed.  It was only from this position
that he was comfortable enough to begin the ritual: head back. Eyes
closed. Legs spread. Right hand moving down chest. Thumb and forefinger
circle his penile shaft.  Quick motions up and down ? almost a tug, really
? while Adam?s mind races through images of penises that are larger.  He
sees his friend Marcos large plump black penis.  He sees Coach Johnsons
hairy crotch.  He sees images alluding to larger, more normal bulges; swim
teams in speedos, wrestlers in lycra, tennis players in shorts.  Anything
but his own, small, under endowment.

It is while in this throe, splayed out nude, head back, eyes shut that his
masturbatory paced increased frenetically.  His head went back as his eyes
watered with lust and shame.  His mouth opened wide as a low ?God I want a
big dick? escaped from between his lips.

?ADAM!!?

It was as if time stopped and everything went into slow motion.  Adam?s
eyes opened to stare at the ceiling.  They moved down, following the sound
of the voice.  There. In his line of site. Aligned with Adams chest and a
turgid leaking penis. There across the room. Sopping wet with a large towel
wrapped around him. Jerry.

Adam?s heart quickens. He feels the red flush his torso.  He hears his
breath. He sees Jerry lips open to speak.  To speak the truth in a puberty
changing falsetto: ?Adam, you?re tiny.?

- to be continued ?

Note: this is just a start. Please email nekd4x42005@yahoo.com with
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