Date: Fri, 06 May 2016 02:17:51 -0400
From: r1nl8@hushmail.com
Subject: Seventh Grade - Part One

Seventh Grade - Part One

Edited - Reworked

April, 2016

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Seventh Grade - Part One

Keith wouldn't turn 12 for three more months, but in August he was about to
head into the 7th grade. Some boys would be a little older, some a little
younger, but the fact he was leaving elementary school and headed into
junior high terrified him. He knew there would be a required PE class, and
heard they had to shower afterwards. He had never been naked around other
boys, and it scared him.

Two weeks before school was to begin, all the boy's parents got a letter
from the Physical Education Department of the school. The Coach requested
all the fathers, or a male surrogate, to participate in a private meeting
before the school year began. Every student was required to bring a Dad or
another male to represent him (Uncle, friend of the family - it made no
difference. Any male adult with a connection to the boy was accepted.) For
Keith, it was the guy he most admired and tried to emulate; his Uncle
Thomas.

The meeting was to last through the weekend, and the groups were to come to
the gymnasium by 7:00 PM on Thursday. They would have dinner, time to get
to know each other, watch a movie on a pull down screen, and crash in
sleeping bags so they could all wake up together in the morning. Something
about creating 'brotherhood'. The conference would last until Sunday
morning. In the meantime, they would camp and get to know each other so as
to create comradery among the boys.

'What a bunch of crap,' Keith thought. However, he did call his Uncle
Thomas, told him about the letter, and secured his promise he would be
there for Keith.

And so it was that 26 boys and a matching number of adult males gathered at
the Avondale Private Junior High Academy gymnasium on a Thursday night in
August; all 52 of them wishing they were ANYWHERE else.

Once the entire group had arrived, duly given their name tags and sleeping
locations on the equally divided basketball court with blue tape, the night
really began.

Coach Baldwin entered proudly, as if there was an entourage behind him that
only he saw. The boys almost through ESP had already named him Coach
Baldnuts.

After welcoming all to this great occasion, he encouraged the adults to get
to know each other, and the same for the boys. Soon, he told the men, he
would need to speak with them privately, but for now enjoy the snacks
before dinner was served. He also made it clear, very quietly to a few
adults he knew would pass the word, that ample booze was available in a
classroom to the left, just outside the gym door. ALL of the men took
advantage to get a buzz, only to help make it through the complete boredom
they thought the night would hold.

Around 8:00 pm, the boys were settling in, marking their bedtime
territories and placing their backpacks and the sleeping bags provided,
then playing video games or tossing Frisbees, or otherwise just acting like
boys. Coach Baldnuts, err Baldwin, took center stage at the far end of the
basketball court and spoke through a microphone, instructing all the men to
gather in the hallway outside the main doors to the gym. They were to
gather for a private meeting to discuss the weekend while the boys would
have dinner.

With the men gathered together, he led them into the classroom where the
liquor was 'hidden' and asked them to have a seat.

The men had no idea the liquor had been slightly dosed to make ideas more
subjective to instructions, or advice - not to make them high, but to make
them pliable for what was about to happen.

"Your sons," he began, with all the men sitting at desks, "are all about to
enter the same grade. The Seventh Grade, as you all know, is a very
sensitive and difficult time for a boy. They are maturing, some faster than
others, and that can cause lasting anxiety for some. At this time, in this
grade, some are older and some are younger. Some experience erections, some
may not understand what is happening."

The men looked around at each other, nodding in agreement.

"We all know some boys have a larger penis than others. There will be some
late bloomers who have very small genitalia. Some have a little hair even
at this young age, some have only peach fuzz, and some are still completely
hairless." The small audience all nodded in agreement. "We want to create
an atmosphere where there is no teasing about the wide range of growth the
boys will be going through and witnessing their classmate's growth over the
year also."

"A group of top scientists have chosen our school for an important
experiment, concerning bullying and fighting amongst pubescent boys and how
to prevent it. Their approach is not conventional, but this year we will
test the theory. This year at Avondale we hope to make history and stop
this cycle of violence. Females will be separated. As you know, the
elementary school down the block was closed. It is now refitted for our
female junior high students. In addition, all female teachers have been
transferred, including office staff. This building will consist only of
males, and no females will be allowed on premises."

The men looked at each other in bewilderment.

"All of this has been done for a reason, and to keep the experiment pure.

Also, within this school, and the privacy of these walls, with your help
and the presence of you men, we intend to make all the boys equal. There
will be no jokes in the showers. All boys will start out equally, with no
pubic hair, and with everyone's knowledge of whether your boy can have a
wet orgasm or not."

"But Pedro has pubic hair! For a year now!" said one concerned father.

"No matter. Like I said, this year they all start the same, and will
actually share and see what happens to their classmates who have matured
early." the Coach said with a definite sense of finality. "There is no room
for argument If you desire your boy to attend this school. As the genders
are being kept completely separate, there may actually be times or classes
where your son's, and even their teacher's, will wear no clothes at all."

The men gasped at such a thought.

"Accept it," the Coach said. "There may be days, in fact, where your sons
must disrobe in the morning and have no opportunity to dress again until
they leave to go home."

"The flavored water your sons are drinking contains a mild sedative. Each
of you will share a sleeping bag with your son. I suggest," he continued,
"that each of you hold your boy's closely. If he seems nervous, assure him
everything is ok. He should soon be sleeping soundly or be drowsy enough
that he won't physically be able to stop the process.

"The objective of this first exercise of the weekend, is to take a full and
complete inventory of your son's genital development. There are forms by
the door – take one then you leave, and fill it out. You will see your
tasks, and fill in the answers concerning your individual boy.

When he is comfortably resting, reach into his underwear and fondle his
genitals. If he resists, just hold him tight and make sure he knows this is
an important time in his life. Be gentle but thorough in your
investigation. Find out if he has started to develop pubic hair, and if he
has, how much has accumulated. Are the hairs long or short? Is the patch
dense or sparse? Be sure to give him an erection, and spend plenty of time
fondling the scrotum. You will want to know the size of his testicles, and
condition of the skin. Is it loose or is it a tight and wrinkled sac? You
should know how big or small his penis is, including the thickness and
length. You may consider comparing it mentally with some item so you
remember. Is it as thick as a cigar or more like a crayon? Your thumb or
pinky finger may be a good comparative. Be sure to make mental notes as you
continue the process of getting to know the most private aspects of your
young boy."

Most of the fathers were dumbstruck, refusing to touch their son's like
that - to invade their privacy in that manner.

"If you want your son in this school, you have no choice."

Coach Baldwin would say nothing else. As he left the room, his deputy
coach, Mr. Sutherlin, entered, telling the men to return to the gym. Their
son's had settled onto their own sections, put out the extra-large sleeping
bags that could hold both man and boy, and the men, if they wanted to have
a meal instead of continuing to have cocktails, would find their dinner in
Styrofoam containers. Needless to say, most needed another drink or three
to even begin their required investigation.

The magnitude of what they had just heard was beginning to sink in. Though
none would admit it, many were curious to be given the opportunity to check
out their boy's more intimately than they could ever have the chance under
normal circumstances. They couldn't help but wonder if their sons were
comparative to themselves, down there, at this point in their lives. Would
they be similar or totally different? Did they inherit the genes of the
father, or perhaps those of their mother's side of the family?

Were they growing hair yet? How big, or small, was their penis? Were they
jacking off in the privacy of their rooms, or had they not reached that
stage yet? A world of bewilderment was about to be revealed.

Suddenly a good sized group of the men were reluctantly ready to settle
into their designated areas, where the boys would soon get sleepy and climb
into the sleeping bags.

Others, practically numb with the knowledge of what they had to do,
wandered into the now dimly lit gym, wandering around the basketball court
until they found their son's personal space on the floor. With the movie
underway, most of the boys sat cross legged enraptured with the show. After
enjoying the prepared meals, most of the men simply laid down in the
comfort of the soft, thick, bag and curled up, hoping to get some sleep
before having to fulfill their required duty before daylight.

Before the movie ended, Keith had curled up beside Thomas, pulling the
shared sleeping bag over them both and snuggling into the warmth of the
make-shift bed. With his back to his Uncle, he thought nothing of it when
the man, seemingly asleep, reached his arm over the boy and pulled him
close into a spoon position. For young Keith nothing could be better, and
he quickly fell asleep with a large smile on his face.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Thomas slowly woke up. Suddenly
realizing the task before him, he hesitated. Knowing that all other boys on
that floor would be going through the same thing gave him comfort, but he
didn't want his young nephew to wake up while his hand was touching his
privates, or be dazed and confused when the sun came up.

Slowly Thomas held Keith more closely. and gradually slid his hand inside
the boy's t-shirt and began to gently feel the soft skin of his stomach and
chest. With Keith's arms crossed in front, it was difficult to make his way
to the armpit. Remembering the sedative, he gently laid back, so Keith now
laid on his back.  Uncle Thomas slowly slid his hand under the boy's
t-shirt, raised his arms a bit, and began to study his nephew's young
armpit with his forefinger.

Keith's pit was slightly moist, and Thomas thought he might have felt a few
short hairs in there but he couldn't be sure. He silently rose, sitting up
to make a fair account of Keith's armpits. While making sure the blanket
covered them, he sat cross legged beside his nephew. Very gently he raised
his Keith's t-shirt, lifting his arms above his head, and pulled the shirt
over and off the young boy. With the youngster naked from the waist up, he
was delighted to explore his nephew.

With Keith's smooth thin arms above his head, Thomas could finally take a
fair inventory of his young nephew. Hearing slight noises around him, he
peeked out from under the bag, glanced up and saw more than half of the men
sitting quietly behind their boys, trying to make their own boy's bodies
easier to study. He suddenly wished he could see 'Pedro,' the boy whose
father had adamantly bragged about his boy's pubic hair and not wanting his
son to lose the lose whatever patch of hairs his son was so proud to have
grown. The last thing he wanted was for his boy to be completely bald
around his penis. Pedro's 10-year-old brother would tease him relentlessly.

But he had his own duties to perform. Without using the flashlight, he
focused closely on the boy's pit, using his fingers as a guide. He was able
to make out minimal hair growth. Unexpectedly, for some reason he couldn't
understand, he suddenly wanted to smell the young armpits, so he leant over
and took several deep breaths, taking in as much of the boy's scent as
possible. Obviously his nephew had not showered after school. His odor was
musty, but still with the background scent of fresh deodorant from his
morning bath.

Thomas loved anticipation, so he held off using the flash light as long as
possible. But after touching the soft skin and getting a blast of the boy's
smell, he turned it on to see nothing more than a few dozen short blond
hairs under each armpit. With his thumb, he totally hid the hairs; that's
how small the patch was. But Thomas thought they were the sexiest hairs he
had ever seen, so he decided to move south on his young nephew.

Thomas could not believe what he was doing, but somehow did not want to
stop. He wanted to know all the secrets Keith had concerning his
12-year-old body, and being able to achieve that without his nephew's
knowledge made it even better.

Laying back down beside the boy, Thomas was amazed how soft his skin
was. He felt all over his chest and flat belly until he reached the
waistband of Keith's pajamas. He gently rubbed his fingers inside the
elastic, slowly moving back and forth and every now and then moving his
fingers further inside the boy's Batman pajamas. He could barely stand the
wait, but he still moved slowly, wanting to absorb every second of this new
experience.

Feeling bolder, he changed tactics and lifted the tight band of Keith's
underwear, ever so slowing moving further down; wondering when, if ever, he
would finally reach a little bit of hair. Or would he first touch the young
penis? And so he kept his slow and gentle pace, feeling the silky soft
skin, slowly getting closer and closer to his most desired target.

Then he decided on yet a more erotic way. Removing his hand from inside the
shorts, he instead raised the band of the pajamas and slid them down under
the boy's small cheeks and down to his knees. Then, with no fanfare, he put
his hand on top of Keith's tight white underwear, directly on his small
bump.

Letting it rest there, he could discern the basics of his nephew's
privates. The testicles felt small, smaller than marbles to be sure. The
small bump in the center of the V of his underwear felt
.... under-whelming. As he kept his hand there, and applied slight
pressure, Keith's boyhood began to expand.

Thomas continued to apply pressure until the young penis was fully
erect. Even in the tiny tight briefs, the head of his penis was still below
the waist band. Only then did he return to the waistband of Keith's white
briefs, gently sliding his fingers inside to touch the short but almost
thick boy cock he had fantasized about.

Considering it further, he realized that Keith's erection was indeed about
as thick as his own thumb. Which was good enough! Until he realized it
wasn't much longer either.

Finally, he lifted the band and pulled it back, exposing his nephew's
penis, but he knew there was more to see.

Gently he lifted Keith around his mid-section, and ever so mildly lowered
the underwear below the young ass. His willy was totally exposed, along
with his testicles, the underwear below the groin, but above the pajamas.

Now, using the small flash light all the men had been given, he covered
himself and his nephew so he could have plenty of time to truly assess the
gauge of the boy's pubescent growth and see for himself the maturity of the
12-year-old boy, while secluded from the others in the gym.

He lifted the short erect penis and shone the light at the base. There
actually was an incredibly few short little wisps of hair down there. Not
enough to see, unless you were very close, but still he had to let the
Coach know. A dozen or so short white hairs at the base of the penis were a
recent growth, but more mature than the peach fuzz that still held on.

Moving down the boy's sac, he saw it was now a thick wrinkly skin covering
the almost undiscernible balls. He felt them, feeling his fingers over the
rough skin, bumping over the balls that almost sunk into the young boy's
body.

At his point, although he couldn't explain why, he felt the need to slip
his finger down lower below Keith's scrotum, and into his little crack. He
didn't stop until he had his fingertip on the boy's moist little rectum. He
rubbed and felt it and touched and pushed slightly into it. The boy got
noticeably more erect as his penis throbbed.

Thomas stopped where he was when he heard some noise outside the sleeping
bag. He opened it to see the father of Pedro walking down the pathway,
shaking his head.

He quickly pulled the underwear up but didn't have time to pull up his
nephew's pajamas. He did cover the boy in the sleeping bag, as he and the
man made eye contact.

"You ok?" Thomas asked.

"Ummmm, don't know if I can do."

"I know what you mean. Come on, let's take a break and have a drink,"
Thomas said, getting up and walking with the man towards the classroom with
the liquor cabinet, adjusting and trying to hide his own erection before
they got there.

Paco, he learned, was only 27 years old, and fathered Pedro when he was
just 15. The mother bailed, and he had raised his son with the help of his
Mama and Abuelata.

At only 5'7", he was obviously much smaller than Thomas, but instead of
skinny, he had a classic Latino build; smooth, tight and strong - lightly
tanned with jet black hair. Wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off,
Thomas could see thick black hairs under his arms.

Thomas and Paco had drinks and talked. Paco was having a hard time checking
out his own son, and Thomas shared that Keith was his nephew.

"I reach down, and hold his cock," Paco said. "But it gets hard, and I
don't want him to know I do this!"

"But you said he had hair. How did you know that?" Thomas asked.

"We are open in our home. I see him come from bathroom. But I never mention
to him. Don't want to make him shy."

"He is 13 now?" Thomas asked.

"Si"

"So how long has he been growing hair?"

"About a year, I think," Paco answered. "Started with a few, now it grows
faster. He seems proud he is growing into man, I don't want to hurt him, or
cause his growth to stop."

After a few drinks, Thomas arrived at a solution and offered Paco a deal.

"Ok, look," he said, "neither of us want to do this, but we have to if we
want our kids to be in this private school. It's worth it."

"Si, I know."

"Ok Paco, how about I do the exam on Pedro and you do it on my nephew
Keith? No harm, no foul, right?"

Paco thought for a minute, looking very serious, then lifted his head and
looked Thomas in the eye with a smile.

"Si," he said. "I can do that."

"Great. Well, I already had Keith's pajamas pulled down and his underwear
is barely pulled up. How much progress did you make with Pedro?"

"Well, he only sleeps in underwear, and after he fell asleep I put my hand
on top of his .... you know. It started to grow, so then I stopped."

"So he got erect. Did his penis reach the top of his underwear band?"

Paco got uncomfortable, so Thomas poured him another drink. This time they
each did Tequila shots.

"No, not that much." Paco said. "But I had to stop."

"It's getting late Paco. If we are going to do this, we have to start
now. Don't forget we must have the form filled out in the morning."

Paco fumbled, and Thomas put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the
gym.

"Now is the time to back out if you want, Paco. Both our boys must submit
the form. What is your choice?

Having made the deal, Thomas pointed to Keith's space, and Paco did the
same, leading Thomas to his son.

Thomas gently slid in behind Pedro, held the cover up high, and turned on
the flashlight, pointing towards the white briefs. The kid no longer had an
erection, but had a substantial bump visible in his underwear. The Uncle
couldn't wait to check him out. All of these new feelings were bewildering
to Thomas, but at this point all he could do was go along.

Hoping to keep Pedro flaccid, Thomas lifted the band of his underwear with
as little fuss as possible. Peering inside with his flashlight, he couldn't
believe the difference in the two boys.

Although they were basically the same age, where Keith had some bare
beginnings of hair growth, Pedro had a nice little thick patch of black
hairs, although short, circling the base of his penis. And where Keith had
a visible head, Pedro had foreskin amply covered his glans - not too much,
not too little - just comfortably blanketing the boy's most sensitive body
part, much thicker than Keith's.

Thomas ran the fingertip of his index finger through the young pubic hairs,
fascinated a boy so young could have so much. When he moved to the boy's
fat penis, it grew quickly.  Thomas let go of the underwear so he could see
how far up the boy's erection would reach. It stopped just short of the
band.

It had to be less than 4" but for a kid it seemed thicker than normal.

"What was normal?" Thomas almost said out loud.

Sliding the kid's underwear down below his cheeks, Thomas took plenty of
time examining Pedro's scrotum. The skin was brownish, not thick and
wrinkly like Keith's, but held two solid, almost pecan sized balls.

Thomas took his time, also reaching down below the scrotum to feel Pedro's
tight butt hole, then fondled the nice sized balls and slowly began to
masturbate the boy's short but thick, uncut penis.

Only ten strokes or more in, and young Pedro let loose of 4 or 5 thin
spurts of young cum. Thomas was able to hold, and hide, the watery cum in
his hand and wipe it on his sweats.


While Thomas took care of his job, Paco, although shyly, did his best to
fulfill his part of the bargain.

He nervously climbed into the huge sleeping bag and found Keith on his
back. Just as he was told, the boy's pajamas were down, but his underwear
still hid the secret he longed to see, but would never admit. Keith lay
there perfectly, arms were above his head, underwear loosely covering the
genitals of the pretty young boy.

As Paco slid next to the boy, leaning in close, the first thing that struck
him was how clean and fresh the boy smelled. There was no doubt he was a
really good looking kid, but there was something incredibly erotic about
being so close, with the boy unaware, and have the opportunity to fully
examine him.

With the sleeping bag as cover, he turned on the flashlight to take a good
look. Up and down, he studied the skinny boy. His arms already above his
head, he tugged at the few hairs in the pits, then down his chest and
belly, to the top of Keith's underwear. There was only a very small bump at
the base of the kid's briefs, which actually made Paco even more curious.

Trembling, he hooked a thumb into the band of the Fruit of the Looms, which
was a good 3 inches below his outie belly button, and lifted the band to
peer inside, still scared the boy would wake up. Lifting the band as high
as he could, he shown the flashlight down into the darkness, eager to see
the boy's penis, and compare the size to his own son.

With the light shining, he could make out a few wisps of short blond hairs
at the base of a pretty small dick. Paco lowered the underwear all the way
down, and admired the small silky scrotum, and took the flaccid little cock
in his hands, wondering if the boy would get an erection.

Not more than two or three pinches of the soft mass started Keith's
erection to become evident. In less than a minute, his full 3 inches was on
display. Paco lowered both the pajamas and briefs down to his ankles so he
could take full advantage of his chance to explore this smooth boy. Taking
his time, he pulled back the foreskin to closely observe the pink glans,
even going so far as to lean over and smell the penis and testicles to make
sure the boy was clean.

For some reason he couldn't figure out, he found himself taking the boy's
slender cock into his mouth. He sucked up and down, tasting the boy and a
few drops of his precum. He held the skinny cock tightly in his lips, never
having had such a feeling. He stopped as quickly as he started, unsure why
he had gone down on the boy.

Instead, he masturbated the boy, as was his duty, and timed how long it
took for the shocks of orgasm to overcome the boy. He took note that only a
few drops of cum were produced, and all into his hand, none making any
distance above the groin.

For the boy's dignity, he dressed him, then – sweating – climbed out
of the sleeping bag and headed back to his own son and Thomas. When he got
there, Thomas's own examination of Pedro was wrapping up.

Thomas looked up at Paco and had a smile on his face, and so Paco matched
it. They went back to have another tequila shot, laughed at the situation
they were in, compared notes about the boys, filled out the forms, and
promised they now had an unbreakable friendship and privacy, above all
else, would be honored concerning what they had both just done.

The two new friends had no idea what was awaiting them, or the boys, but
they had a new sense of excitement to see what Friday would bring.

Exhausted, they each went back to their assigned spaces and fell asleep
quickly, holding their boys tight, and having an even stronger affection
they did not think could exist.