Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 17:23:03 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--CH 2

NOTE: By the way, his name is Fred...not Freddie and for God's sake not
Frederick although at each school year's enrollment he had to endure a few
roll call Fredericks until his teachers were necessarily corrected......

Anyway, as Fred soaked his freshly beaten and swollen 14 1/2 year old ass
in the tub his thoughts raced between many topics:

--How could he ever hope to get back at his assailants?  Impossible he
thought unless he told his parents and they went to the cops.  That would
really suck though, because even if he could bring himself to tell, word
would probably get out that "the hairless wonder" had gotten his ass beat
and his cherry popped.  He hadn't even noticed the state on their car's
license plate, let alone the number.  Also, he remembered those guys saying
they had hundreds of miles to go that night to get home, so the search
radius would be huge and unlikely to result in their capture given the
limited details he could provide. "No" he thought, "this was an event I'll
be keeping to myself".

-- But how?? Given the red stripes on his butt, he'd have to not shower
after gym or basketball practice for at least a week.  He needed a plan and
a damned good one if he wanted his ordeal keep a secret.

--What about his first fucking pube???  How cool was this and by God he
didn't want that kept a secret.  Hell, he wanted to take an add out in the
school paper. What great headlines he could use: "BALD NO MORE SHOUTS LOCAL
YOUTH", or one directed at his usual tormentors like "IS THIS WHAT YOU'VE
BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU COCK OGLERS", or one directed to the young girls he
had been to embarrassed to ask out "GOT HAIR--NEED PUSSY".  That thought
got Fred a little tingly!

--What about the two all-world orgasms he'd had?  Was he gay...did he care
given the sheer magnitude of the pleasure he'd felt even in view of the
pain he had to endure to get it? That thought got Fred a little hard.

--Was there some kind of cause and effect thing between what had happened
and the growth of his first hair?  Would they continue to grow quickly or
would it take months or even years for enough growth to develop and be
noticeable unless he stuck his dick under everyone's nose?  That thought
sacred him and took the wind out of his erogenous sails.

"First things first" Fred told himself, "I need an air tight excuse not to
have to shower for the next week while my backside mends".  Then it came to
him...a convenient injury would do the trick...a sprained ankle could be
easily faked.  "Oh shit" Fred realized, what about the lack of swelling,
plus what a pain in the balls to have to be faking a limp or needing to use
crutches.  No he needed something better than that.

"I know" Fred said to himself, "a jammed shoulder would be perfect. I got
one once playing football...hurt like a bitch with no real swelling and
only need to use a sling."

Fred figured he'd simply fake a fall down the steps in the morning and let
things fall into place from there.  But, as he stepped from the tub and
began drying himself, his plan was going to have to change.  "What the Hell
did they do to you Fred?" he heard knowing that his little brother Tim had
just walked in on him.

Fred couldn't believe that he hadn't locked the door.  As he turned
wrapping the towel around his waste and throbbing butt. He saw Tim's eyes
welling up with tears.  "Quiet Timmy.  Come into my room and we'll talk
there but for God's sake don't shout again."  "Hey boys, what's going on up
there?"  said the voice of their father from the bottom of the steps.
"Nothing Dad"' said Fred "we're just finishing up getting ready for bed."
"Well hurry up.  It's past time you guys hit the rack anyway".  "OK" the
boys replied in unison and then adjourned to Fred's room for their little
chat.

Tim knew exactly what had happened without having to hear it from Fred.  He
was going through an avalanche of emotions: guilt that it was he who should
have gotten that beating, relief that he hadn't gotten it, love and
admiration that his older brother had literally saved his ass and put his
own on the line, fear that the nights events might become know to their
parents.  But most of all, anger and rage were building up inside his 10
year old mind.  "I want to kill those fucks Fred...how could they do that
to you man!  I'm so sorry I didn't get away in the first place. It's all my
fault!"  And Tim began to sob.

"Don't be crazy Tim. It was my idea to go out snowballing and I'm the one
who let you come along."  "But Fred" Tim said, "we have to do something."
"Like what Timmy?  I didn't make out their license plates, did you?  And
the last thing I need is for anyone to know about this besides you...I mean
I take enough shit as it is for being err, um not having, I mean..." "Fred,
you and I have never talked about it but I know.  I mean lots of my friends
have brothers in your class or older and some of them are pure assholes.
They go out of their way to rub my nose in it and they try to scare me that
I may turn out the same way."

"Tim I sure as Hell hope you don't and from every thing I've read, and God
knows I've read everything I could find, it's just a fluke with me that my
body wouldn't jump start when it should have." "But Tim" Fred continued,
"there's nothing we can do about tonight except forget it."  Tim ran to his
brother and threw his arms around his toweled waist being careful not to
hold him too low.  "I'm so sorry Fred..this just sucks!"

"Well one positive thing may have come of it Tim, I got my first hair
tonight." "I know it wasn't there this morning because I checked
carefully."  "Yeah Fred, I've seen you doing that sometimes under the lamp
light or in a sunny window."  "No shit Tim, you been spying on me?" " No
Fred not at all, but now and then I've walked by your door on the way
downstairs and just seen it." "What else have you seen Tim?" Fred demanded
"Have you watched me after I went on hair patrol." "Well I guess so" Tim
responded "I mean yeah, I've watched you jerk yourself off and I've
certainly heard you a bunch of times.  Seems like your always doing it and
I've been meaning to ask and..."  "Alright Tim that's enough.  Seems like
we've got a lot of talking to do but not tonight I'm beat...pardon the
pun."

"I know you are Fred but I got to ask you one thing...am I gay because it
makes me hard when I've watched or heard you playing with yourself?  I've
been beating off too lately and I love it but I don't know if it's right."
"Jesus, Tim I started at your age too, although I found out about it in a
different way."

"How was that Fred?"  " Well you probably don't remember, but about 4 years
ago they put some kind of chemical in the lake to kill the algae and it
made me break out after swimming one day.  I had these itchy bumps all over
my ass and dick about an hour after I got home and I locked myself in my
room and started scratching all over.  That worked on my ass but scratching
your dick is something else all together.  It was hard to do so I stood
over my desk and laid my cock down and started to kind of roll it back and
forth across the top...kind of like rolling a rolling pin.  Well as the
itching started to stop another feeling took its place and I got so hard I
thought the head of my dick would explode.  I just kept rubbing and rubbing
until I felt something hit me like a freight train...I got all dizzy and
couldn't breath and then I started to make these grunting noises and then I
felt my balls just slam up inside me.  Well, it was unbelievable. I was 10
like you are now and I've been doing it ever since, sometime more than once
a day."

"But not on your desktop Fred 'cause I seen you doin' it under your covers
or sitting at your desk chair."  "Hell Tim, I've done it ways you haven't
even dreamed of and I'm sure I'll come up with lots of other ways."  "Shit,
Fred I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it." "Yeah. Me too Tim."
And they both looked at each other...Tim's gaze fixed on the rise under his
brothers towel and Fred noticing the pronounced bulge pushing at the zipper
of Tim's jeans.

"Lock the door Fred and teach me a way that I haven't done yet...I mean the
only way I've ever done it is to hold two fingers together and rub away."
"Well that's a classic technique Tim" Fred said as he locked the door" but
there are sure a lot of variations on the theme."  When Fred turned around
he found that Tim had dropped his jeans and was just lowering his
underpants.  Tim's erection sprang up and seeing his brother aroused for
the first time Fred thought "My God, he's huge.  Not that he's bigger than
me but he's certainly a lot bigger than I was when I was 10."  Fred let his
towel drop and the two boys stood about 5 feet apart with their 4 inch
circumcised erect penises pointing at each other.

"OK Tim you sit on the end of the bed and I'll pull my desk chair over and
I'll show you one of my favorite techniques."  Once the boys were in
position Fred began to instruct his brother to use the entire length of his
palm not just his thumb and forefinger. Tim complained that his hand was
too big and kept coming off.  It was also hurting when he held tight enough
that it wouldn't come off, so Fred told him to spit in his hand.  "That's
gross" said Tim.  "Just do it and do it again when ever you feel like your
rubbing yourself a little raw."  Fred then spit in his hand and Tim
followed suit. Soon they were both in a trance like bliss as they
feverishly worked the expanses of their boyhood.  "Oh, this is great Fred.
I'm about to loose it bro."  "Go for Tim" Fred said shifting uncomfortably
on his sore backside while staring at his own handiwork and watching his
new hair bounce to the rhythm he was setting.

"URRAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Tim moaned as the most intense orgasm of his life
overtook him "OH, OH AARRAAGGGHHHH!!!" he grunted as his penis seized and
his scrotum drew tight.  "Dry but effective" thought Fred as he watched and
felt his third climax of the night draw near.  "Fred" I owe you Tim said
through he haze of his bliss.  "Let me finish you off." And before Fred
could object or even decide that he would, Tim pulled Fred's hand from
himself and replaced it with his own. Not missing a beat but sensing that
Fred's dick was not moist enough Tim dribbled a solid load of spit on to
the top of Fred's 4 inches of vein laden ecstasy.  "God Tim have you done
this to anyone else before."  "Not your way with the spit and all but me
and some of the guys have sat around and taken turns rubbin' each other."
"Yeah" Fred panted, "I've been there too. Oh Timmy man, you got me right on
the edge....HAARRRUMMMPPFFFF, ah, ah, OOOGODDDDD, ARUUMPPPMMMAAAA!!!!!"
His equally dry orgasm now completed, Fred panted "OK man you can stop now,
Christ I think my balls are lodged in my stomach. Thanks that was great but
I don't think you should have."  "Well it will just be another secret about
tonight, huh, Fred." "Yeah, Tim it will, and I need to talk to you about
helping me keep the other part of tonight a secret."  "You can count on me
Fred.  Like I said I owe you and I feel like I got a lot more repaying to
do."

As the boys clean up and dressed Tim said "By the way Fred, can I see
it..the hair I mean."  "Sure" Fred replied rolling down the waist band of
his pajama bottoms.  Drawing very closely and confirming Fred's suspicion
that close inspection was the only way his new development would be
visible, Tim said "Cool man, I can't wait 'till I get one."  "Yeah" Fred
thought to himself "I can't wait until I get one hundred!"