Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 18:13:03 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 10

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 10
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"Hello" Dr. Carl answered as he paused the tape of Fred and Tim that he had
been watching in his dark curtain drawn living room. "Dr. Carl, it's Fred."
"Fred, why are you calling me at home at this hour" Dr. Carl replied with a
voice of concern.  "I got your number from the book and I need to talk to
you tonight!" Fred demanded.  "I just got in a fight with Tim over things
and I don't want him involved any more.  I don't want things to change
between us and I'm afraid they will."  "OK Fred" Dr. Carl said "it's
certainly your call, however you want to proceed."  Dr. Carl desparately
wanted Tim to continue in the "treatments", but he knew he had to make Fred
think that he was in control, otherwise his real control of the situation
could slip.

"Fred" he continued "I certainly sensed that you were not overly pleased
with Tim's involvement and, other than to insure your silence, I had no
intention of things being other than strictly private between the two of
us.  It's up to you, but you should know that Tim could aid significantly
in the speed with which the treatments might effect you" Dr. Carl lied.
"How can he help out Doc?"  "Well, you remember that he came a little bit
tonight, right?"  "Yeah" Fred mumbled, his anger being obvious to Dr. Carl
"the little fuck thinks he's King Shit right now."  "Listen Fred, Tim has
no more control over his development than you did before we stumbled on the
ability to stimulate your growth.  I know it's painful for you to see him
ahead of you, but it won't be long before you pass him by a mile,
especially if he helps."  His spirits lifted Fred asked "exactly how does
he fit in."

"Fred, Tim is the same as you genetically and you have the same blood type,
so his hormones are bound to be much more effective than mine."  "But
Dr. Carl, those guys last night weren't family and I got my first hair from
their hormones."  "Correct Fred, I suspect that one or both of them were
the same blood type as you or, like me, their blood type qualifies as
'universal donor' which means it works with anyone.  But Tim has the added
advantage of being a perfect genetic match with you.  The more he can
produce for you the more effective and faster the treatments will
work...doesn't that make sense to you Fred?"

"Yeah, I understand what you're saying, but I don't want it to fuck things
up between us."  "Fred, you make the call, but I suspect that within a few
weeks you'll be sprouting significant pubic growth if Tim supplements my
hormones with his.  Otherwise it could take months."  Dr. Carl knew that he
had Fred convinced even before Fred replied that Tim could stay in the
treatments.  "Very well Fred, now go to bed...you need your rest.  And
remember no touching, right?"  "Right Doc" Fed answered as he hung up the
phone.

"God I'm good" Dr. Carl thought as he turned the tape back on and massaged
his growing penis as his thoughts drifted back to his second youthful
encounter with Tommy.  More than two weeks had passed since they had shared
their first experience and Petey was ecstatic when his parents announced
that they were going to dinner and a movie that night and that Tommy would
be sitting him.  Petey tried to act nonchalant at the news, but inside he
was so excited that he barely got out of the room before he had a raging
boner.

About an hour later Petey heard the doorbell ring while he was up in his
room and then he heard his parents talking to Tommy...standard baby-sitter
instructional stuff. "Petey, Tommy's here and we're leaving" his mother
called "come on down and say good bye."  "I can't" Petey lied "I'm in the
bathroom."  "OK son" his Dad said "be good and do what Tommy says...lights
out at 10 and there's pizza in the kitchen.  "OK Dad, you guys have
fun...good night."  And they were off.  As Petey heard them start the car
he was already stripped naked and he bounded down the stairs to see Tommy,
his boyish erection bobbing up and down as he ran.

"Jesus Petey, I'm glad to see you too" Tommy laughed at the sight of his
aroused little friend.  "You've got quite a boner going there and damn if
I'm not getting cranked up myself."  "Let me see" Petey demanded and he
reached for Tommy's belt and began to unfasten his pants.  When Petey
dropped Tommy's jeans he could see the outline of Tommy's arousal through
the tight white jockeys he was wearing.  Petey slipped his hands in the top
of the elastic band and could feel the warmth of Tommy's erection. As he
pulled them down Tommy's hard little dick was at first caught in the
material but then released and sprung upwards to slap at his
abdomen. "That's better Tommy" Petey said as he began to fondle Tommy and
softly rub the thin line of pubic hairs above his taunt penis.  Petey
studied the shape of Tommy's development...many more hairs on the outside
areas and a much more sparse grouping directly above.  There were no hairs
on his scrotum, not even any whities, as far as Petey could see.

"Let's go lay down on the floor by the couch like we did before" Petey said
leading Tommy by the hand.  "Sounds good" Tommy said as he removed his
shirt and became as naked as his little lover. The lay down next to each
other and as Petey positioned himself to take Tommy into his mouth Tommy
said "Let's do each other at the same time" and he swung around facing
Petey's erection which in size was the equal of his own, although mostly
hairless.  "Petey" Tommy noted "you've got more whities than a few weeks
ago and some of 'em look like they're getting some color."  Petey sat up to
inspect himself with pride.  "Yeah they've been growing and the times I've
beat off since then are making me squirt a little too.  Not like you, but
some sticky clear stuff's been leaking out a little more each time" "You'll
be shooting in no time...let's get at it man" Tommy said as the two boys
took each other into their hot wet mouths.

They moaned and rocked as they bobbed up and down their respective lengths,
then Petey felt Tommy stiffen and shudder as his small offering released in
his mouth.  "OH SIHT" Tommy cried releasing Petey's dick from his mouth as
he writhed in joy.  "OhhhhhAHHHHHH UUhhhhnnnnuhhhhh!"  Tommy reached back
orf Petey's stick crand and sucked on it slowly as the excitement of his
orgasm passed.  After he was sure that Tommy was fully satisfied and his
erection began to subside, Petey rose off of him and let Tommy's semen run
from his mouth into his hand.  As Tommy continued to suck on Petey, he
examined the fluid more closely noting its substantially whiter color and
thickness.  He wiped it under the bottom of the couch, then laid back to
let Tommy finish him off. About five minutes later, as Tommy slurped away
at him, Petey felt his scrotum begin to tingle and he arched his hips in
rhythm to Tommy's motions feeling like he was driving himself as deep as he
could into Tommy's mouth.  Then he CLIMAXED!!!  The waves of excitement
crashed over him and he yelped like a puppy as his testicles fired up into
him, recoiled and then fired again. "Do it Tommmmyyyyy...please God don't
stop...I think I'm going to shoot some more..." and a final rush of
pleasure caused him to stiffen every muscle in his body as the head of his
penis drove deep into Tommy's mouth.

He was in a daze of intense pleasure when Tommy began to pull off of him.
Instinctively he grabbed the back of Tommy's head and moaned "No, please
not yet...it feels soooo gooood."  Tommy stayed on him and was surprised
that Petey was staying rock hard and was not too sensitive after his
release to want Tommy to stop. "Tommy stopped to ask Petey if he thought he
was going to be able to go again and Petey responded "I think I could let
you suck on me forever."  "My neck's getting too stiff Petey, let's stop
for a while OK?"  Reluctantly Petey agreed and the two boys dressed and
went to the kitchen to eat.

"That was great Tommy, let's do it again in a few minutes."  "Well, maybe
in an hour or so...we've got lots of time Petey."  "I know we do but ever
since the last time I've been dying to do it with you again.  It feels so
much better than when I do it myself.  I almost called you a couple of
times to see if we could get together."  Sternly Tommy said "Don't ever do
that...you'll get us busted and our folks would go nuts if they ever found
out.  We'll do it when I sit for you which will be often enough.  By next
year you'll be too old to sit and that will be it because I expect to have
a girl friend by then anyway."

Petey hid his disappointment and doubted that the last time Tommy sat him
would be the last time they'd have sex together, but he figured there was
no reason to discuss it.  "ARRRGGGUUUHHH" Dr. Carl yelled as the memories
of Tommy and the visions on the video of Fred and Tim climaxing brought him
to his own powerful orgasm. He sprayed his seed up the entire length of his
bare chest and felt the warm fluid cooling as he wiped it away.  After
locking the precious tape in his vault, Dr. Carl retired to bed.

The next morning Fred awoke with a tremendous hard on straining at the
covers that surrounded him.  He rose and dropped his pants to inspect it,
but being mindful of Dr. Carl's instructions, he did not relieve himself as
he otherwise would have.  The morning sun shone brightly through Fred's
bedroom window and he stood in it's warm rays which had the effect of fully
illuminating his throbbing penis.  The intensity of the light permeated
every crevice of Fred's genitals and he looked in wonder and with great joy
at the numerous fine white hairs that emanated from him.  The trick the
light had merely revealed what had been there all along but was otherwise
invisible in normal room light.  Fred immediately attributed it to the
success of his "treatment" and felt incredibly thankful that Dr. Carl was
taking care of him.

Of course this was exactly what Dr. Carl had planned...that Fred's normal
development would seem to validate the rampant sexual escapades that he had
in store for Fred and Tim.

Fred continued to check himself thoroughly in the sunlight and he noted
that two of the longer outer hairs had some color at their tips.  "Thank
Christ!" he thought to himself and he turned to look at himself in the
dressing mirror that hung on the back of his door.  "Still bald as a baby
from 10 feet away though" he remorsed. "But at least it's starting."  Fred
quickly dressed for school and fixed the sling to his uninjured left arm.
His ass still ached from the beating he'd recently taken and the color of
the welts left by the stick had taken on a bruised like effect.  Fred knew
that they would dissipate soon and his fake injury would keep him from the
gym and basketball showers until his stripes had faded.

He met Tim in the hallway and extended his hand apologetically.  "Still
friends?" he asked.  "Of course we are Bro" Tim replied giving his older
brother a firm hug.  After breakfast the boys boarded their respective
school busses.  When Fred boarded his bus, he was greeted by his good
friend Alan Malard who asked what was up with the sling.  Fred said that
he'd taken a fall but was OK and should be out of the sling in about a
week.  Fred didn't have to turn to know who spoke to him next.  "Guess
you'll just have to pound your bald pud right handed, huh Freddie."  It was
Jed Parker all right, Fred's main nemesis and constant tormentor.  "Fuck
off Parker!" Alan shot back "if anybody knows about pud pulling it's you,
you cock tugging JACKASS!"

The school bus erupted in laughter, the girls laughing just as hard as the
guys.  Jed felt his face flush red as he tried to respond.  "Oh, like you
don't Malard...at least when I do it's through a crop of pubes and more
than air shoots out of me Freddie!"  The girls were getting more info than
they needed or wanted and Sarah Jones let Jed know that he was grossing her
out.  Fred of course went into his "high road" mode and acted as if nothing
was going on around him.  In reality it hurt like Hell but the day was soon
approaching when the Jed Parker's of the world wouldn't have the puberty
stick to hit him with.

"Yeah" Jed continued "well if baldy here has fucked up his arm, it looks
like I'll get to start at point guard for the next few games."  Fred
realized that too, but his need for privacy while his butt healed clearly
superseded his desire to play ball.  Besides he was by far and away the
best guard on the team and Jed wouldn't do anything in a game or two to
jeopardize Fred's starting position.  "Oh, Jed I'm sure Fred is just
terrorized of that" Alan responded.  "I mean look at what a great job you
did when Fred hurt his other arm during football season and you took over
at QB. Let's see Jed...our Freshman team was 6-0 with Fred and he hardly
threw an interception and we finished the season 0-4 with you in there
throwing more compilations to the other team's D-backs than you did to me
or Randy Stiles."  Again the bus burst into laughter.

"If you and Stiles could hold on to the ball they wouldn't have been piked.
I bet you missed them on purpose to make me look bad and protect you
hairless buddies starting job you fucking wimp."  "What did you want us to
do Parker?" Alan fired back "grow 10 feet tall to pull those misfires of
yours down.  You sucked plain and simple!"  Jed Parker didn't respond
further than to say "Fuck Off!!" as the bus pulled up to the front doors of
Callendar High School.

Fred went to his locker to get his books then headed down to Coach Hugo's
office to let him know he would be missing the next two freshman basketball
games.  The coach obviously understood but he was clearly disappointed that
Fred would not be able to play.  He said that he still expected Fred to
attend practices, being part of a "team" and all, and Fred said that he had
planned to.  During gym class Fred sat at the top of the bleachers studying
algebra when Paul Percer stopped by.  "I heard you fucked up your arm man"
Paul said.  "Yeah, but what's your excuse for bagging gym today? Fred
replied.

"I used the old sore stomach line" Paul said rubbing his ample belly "works
every time."  Fred had always been nice to Paul who was their class'
resident fat kid, not that they were real close. During 5th and 6th grade
Fred stuck up for him mainly because Jed Parker and his cronies were Paul's
main tormentors and other than with respect to puberty issues, Fred loved
any opportunity to get in Jed's face.  Then in 7th and 8th grade their bond
grew tighter because Paul was as hairless as him until this year.

Paul was only fat in his stomach and ass, his arms, legs and face looking
otherwise normal, as opposed to those really obese kids with multiple chins
and thighs that ran together.  His portly belly hung down pretty good and
naked it appeared to collapse down on the top of his dick so that only the
head was visible when he stood.  "Dickless" was a common taunt as was
"Fatass", "Bald Lard" and other obvious barbs.  Like Fred, Paul ignored his
tormentors, but over the last summer Paul's pubes began to come in and by
the time they started 9th grade he had a pretty good little bush, though he
was otherwise hairless under his arms and elsewhere.

At first no one noticed Paul's development because the hang of his belly
trapped his pubic hairs in the fold it created.  But about a week into the
school year, at gym class good 'ole Jed looked at a naked Paul as he came
out of the shower and said "Still bald and dickless, huh, fatboy?"  When
Paul proudly pulled his belly up revealing his growth and the full measure
of a clearly average length flaccid penis, Jed hissed that "it's about
fucking time...guess you're the only smooth cock left in class now Fred!!"
That stung like Hell but Fred was glad for Paul's escape from bald-land
while saddened that he was indeed the last of its inhabitants.

Anyway Paul was a spas when it came to sports so aside from being able to
show off his new crop, gym class held no attraction for him. He liked Fred
a lot, but was afraid to try to advance their friendship and have Fred know
that he was attracted to him sexually.  He'd been beating off to thoughts
of Fred for years and longed to hold his smooth muscular body next to him
and suck his baby dick for all it was worth.  Paul would lay on his back
and masturbate with one hand while sticking a lubed finger as far as he
could up his well dimpled ass.  He pretended that his finger was Fred's
smooth cock penetrating him from behind as he reached around to stroke
Paul's dick while he pumped away.  When Paul would cum, his sphincter
closed down hard on his prodding finger and when Paul would forcefully
withdraw it, the spiraling arch of his launched semen would hit new and
higher heights.

Fred did not share the attraction or at least he had never thought about
it.  But he did seem to catch himself staring at Paul when they dressed and
showered for gym, mainly to check out Paul's continued pubic developments
which he envied and hoped to soon follow.  When he last caught a glimpse of
Paul naked, he was surprised to see that his hairs were escaping the
gravitational pull of his gut fold, as some of his pubic tops were able to
escape like little blades of grass straining towards the light.  Paul
caught Fred looking once but didn't let on.  He knew what Fred's intentions
were, or more accurately, were not.  He felt sorry for Fred because he knew
full well the strength of yearning for the onset of puberty.  The only
thing stronger was Paul's yearning to be thin.

As they sat talking, Paul's gaze began to fix on the area of Fred's upper
lip.  In the florescent lighting of the gym, Paul could see a definite
faint fuzzy darkening.  "What are you looking at Paul?  Do I have a ball of
snot hanging out of my nose or what" Fred asked smiling. "No..well..it's
just...I mean, are you starting to...uh, uh you know change?" Paul
stammered.  Fred certainly could have ignored the comment and moved on but
Paul was a source of knowledge for Fred and he knew Paul's intentions were
only good. "Yeah, man finally!!" Fred said relieved that he had someone his
age to confide in.  "Shit Fred, I know how tough it's been for you, and
those fuck heads just don't let up.  Congratulations!"

"Can I ask you something...how long it take to really get some growth once
it started for you?"  "Not long Fred but I think I had some false starts, I
mean I thought I'd started but I really hadn't."  "What do you mean?" Fred
inquired.  "I kind of thought things were happening down there but they
really weren't...mostly wishful thinking.  But then one day I checked
myself out and KNEW it was happening and things just took off from there."
"Fuck" Fred said "I hope I'm not having a false start!"  "Fred, if you
want, I could tell you, I mean it was just like it started the other day
for me I remember it perfectly."

A little shocked Fred asked what he meant and Paul said "Look man we see
each other naked in the lockers all the time...just never close up.  All
I'm saying is I got to go take a piss and if you stood at the troth next to
me I could look over and tell you what I think."  "Sounds weird" Fred
replied.  "Suit yourself" Paul said rising "like I said I gotta piss. As
Fred watched Paul amble down the bleacher steps he concluded "What the
fuck...information is power, right?"  Soon he was standing hip to hip with
Paul who was in mid-piss when Fred joined him.

No one was in the bathroom and the lay out of the room was such that they
would clearly be able to hear any one who entered and have more than enough
time to separate before they could be spotted.  As Fred began to pull his
penis through the fly in his pants Paul said "No man, do it like I am."
Fred looked over to see that Paul had unbuckled his pants and had pulled
himself over the top of his wide boxers so that his pubic region was in
full view (or at least the "escapee pubes" were in plain sight between his
rolls of skin).  Fred followed suit and Paul leaned over and gazed in
wonder.  "Wait a minute Fred, let me zip up first."  After Paul had
fastened his pants he bent over Fred who was holding his whole package out
in one cupped hand under the bathroom light as Paul inspected him.  Fred's
scent was perform to Paul and gave him an instant hard on which was not
visible through his baggy pants.

As he bent close and saw Fred's lone pube and the definite prescence of
whities waiting to bloom he said "Yeah, that's it you're getting
there...congrats man!"  "Thanks Paul let's get the fuck out of here" Fred
said relieved in the knowledge that his puberty was in progress and equally
relieved that no one had come in while Paul was conducting his inspection.
"Be right behind you...I think I'll take a crap as long as I'm in here."
Paul replied as Fred walked out. Paul flew into the farthest stall dropped
his pants and leaned froward placing his forehead against the wall above
the toilet as he began to rapidly stroke his needy member. Given the size
of his belly, he could only catch glimpses of his hand as it work deftly
over his yearning shaft.  Paul had been here before but the vision of Fred
so fresh in his mind brought him over the edge in 20 strokes and he bit his
lip as he released three fine sprays of his fluid into the toilet water
below him.

He stifled back another moan as the next to shudders through his cock
almost buckled his knees.  "God damn that felt good" Paul thought as he
grabbed some tissue to wipe down his sticky dick head.  Sweating hard as he
emerged from the stall, Paul washed up and joined Fred on the gym bleachers
were he hoped to continue their story and maybe share a secret or two.