Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 23:06:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Peters <jp524590@yahoo.com>
Subject: My 12 Year Old Daddy Part 1

The Usual Disclaimers

I have just turned 20 and the thought of writing about an experience I had
just before my 17th. birthday, came to mind.  I think I was like every
other kid while in primary school but once we all got to high school, most
of the other guys started to pull away from me on the physical side.  Even
today, if you were generous, you would probably think that I am a 16 or 17
year old, so when I was actually 16, most people would have thought that I
was a 12 or 13 year old.  Thanks to a close friend called Toby, no one gave
me a hard time over this issue, as Toby was known to put people in their
place if he heard a put down or joke at my expense.  I was always grateful
to have someone like Toby who would stand up for me against any group
ridicule.

Academically, I was ahead of most of the guys and excelled in math and
science.  I was also a good debater and would often come up with an angle
on a topic that the opposition would have difficulties countering.  By the
time I was 15, I started to make excuses to drop out of the debating team
as debating required that one stands before an audience and with everyone
else looking 15 or 16, people would be wondering what a 10 or 11 year old
is doing in such company.  So I switched my focus to chess. and one sat
down while playing chess.

In our school region, someone in the past 'invented' an interschool
competition which came to be known as the 'Academic Olympics.'  Each school
took it in turn to host the event and other schools would travel to the
town in question.  In my 17th. year, our team needed to travel some 3 hours
and the host school would organize for families to volunteer to host
individual students.  These Olympics were always held during the semester
break, usually the first two days of the holidays.  I don't think any of us
minded this as it was a change, and after the two days of competition, we
always toured the district and took in the sights.

Our school bus arrived at the town / school in the late afternoon an there
were some ten cars awaiting our arrival.  A teacher with a clipboard
assigned us to a waiting family and I was introduced to a Mrs Kennedy.  As
we drove to her home, she informed me that she and her son lives in a small
1960-style home.

She asked me my age and I reluctantly told her that I was 16. (I did not
mention that I was two months away from being 17).  All she told me about
her son was that he was younger than me, and I certainly wasn't going to
discuss any age issue.

Mrs Kennedy was in a hurry as soon as we arrived home as she was keen to
provide me with a hot meal before she had to leave for her evening shift at
the local hospital.  She was a nurse.  Leaving at 6.45pm, I had 15 minutes
on my own, before the door opened and in walked her son Brandon.  He was
certainly taller than me but this did not surprise me as 98% of guys my age
are taller than me.  We greeted and he went for a shower immediately.  As
it was summer, he returned bare chested and only wearing a track pants.
The fact that he had armpit hair was most obvious, as they were black
against his Caucasian skin.  Those hairs were long, four to five inches
long and definitely in the bush department.  He nuked his meal and we
watched TV until about 8.30pm, when he suddenly asked: 'My mother said you
are older than me, so just how old are you?'

Reluctantly I said: '16.'

   'You re kidding? said he, got up from his seat, approached me and told
me to stand up.  As I looked up at him and he looked down on me, he took me
by the arm and lead me into his mother's bedroom and stood us both before a
full length mirror.  With me standing in front of him, I noticed that I
came up to his chin.

   'Do you know how old I am? he asked.

'No' said I.

'Have a guess.'

'15?'

Nope...guess again.

'14?' - ( I had already experienced Grade 9'ers who looked like junior or
senior students, so this was a possibility)

Nope, guess again.

'13 ????'

Nope.  I am twelve'...take your shirt off.'

Before I could even consider his request, he had lifted my T-shirt over my
head and I saw my torso in the reflection of the mirror, in front of his
much larger torso.  He then flexed his muscles, revealing a V-shaped chest
of a typical 15 or 16 year old teenager.  His armpit hairs were now even
more visible and the amount of hair was more than what I had seen on some
16 year olds.  He then held up my arm to check out my armpit hair and saw
none.

    Do you shave your pits? he asked.  Before I could answer, he said: 'You
have never had hairs have you?

    I had to be truthful and nod a 'no.'

    'I have had hairs here since I was 10 and you have never had hairs and
you are 16????? said he with some disbelief.

    He then moved his left armpit really close to my right arm pit and
moved both our bodies closer to the mirror.  The comparison was difficult
to believe. His hair coverage would have been six inches of bush vs. six
inches of smoothness.

    He then spun me around so that my eyes were directly into his armpit
and he moved his armpit into my face, I could feel the hairs tickle my
nose.

    'If you have nothing in your pits, what do you have down there?

Before I could answer, he had my pants down around my knees.  My rock hard
2.8 incher had been erect since I was eyeing him while watching TV, but
being only 2.8 inches, meant that it wouldn't have been obvious.  He looked
down as I was about to cover up with my hand.  But he was quick and kept my
hands from covering myself.  Looking down, he then bent down and viewed the
sight from groin level. 'Far out...you only have two hairs!'  And that is
what I had, two light brown hairs, each about 1/2 inch long.  He placed his
middle finger against my appendage and made a comparison. I recall it being
similar.

Taking me by the arm again, he led me into his bedroom, got his ruler and
moved to his bed, where he took up a sitting position at the head of the
bed.

Spreading his legs, he motioned that I sit in the area between his legs.
Unsure about what he meant, I just sat on the edge of his bed, covering
myself with my hand.

(to be continued)