Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2016 11:41:04 +0200
From: Black Cat <blackcatpersona@yandex.com>
Subject: The Late Bloomer 1

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains sex scenes between two teenage
males, who may be below the Age of Consent in many countries.  Please be
aware of the local laws of your area and surf responsibly.

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Dylan was a shy boy who was very small for his age, but very friendly.  He
was sometimes quiet, but could also be fairly outgoing at times.  He was
intelligent, and had a desire to know everything.  He had what you might
call a tendency to "snuggle up" to the big guys - as in one of his school
plays about pirates on a ship he was the first mate, and was also the
Deputy Head Librarian at his Middle School Library.

He was very small for his age.  At the age of 14, he stood at only 4'10"
tall, and weighed a mere 90 pounds.  All throughout his life he had often
been mistaken by others has having looked several years younger than he
actually was.  Sometimes he felt this was kind of fun, but other times he
found it frustrating as, like many boys, he had a desire to grow and be big
and noticed.

Dylan was born in 1953 into a middle-class family New York, USA.  His
upbringing was in many respects fairly normal for the time, and like many
boys in that day and age, he began exploring his sexuality early.  Since
the age of five or six, he began developing a group of similar-aged friends
who, like all naturally curious kids, liked to explore their bodies, rub
their private parts and have fun together.

At the age of 10, Dylan received anal sex from a 13-year-old neighbourhood
friend.  This was challenging for him while he got used to it, but also
very rewarding.  He particularly enjoyed the exciting daring nature of what
they were doing, and just the idea that they were doing something really
naughty and wild.  In the end, he came to really appreciate the experience.

As he entered his early teenage years and finished middle school, his
parents had announced that they had decided to send him to one of the
strictest, most old-fashioned boarding schools in the state.  His heart
sank at the thought of having to abandon his peaceful life with all his
friends at his middle school.  However, his parents were adamant.  "We have
saved up for this," said his mother, "and we believe it is for your best."

Dylan's first few weeks settling into his boarding school were rather
uneasy, to say the least.  He was the smallest boy in the whole school, and
was taken aback by the school's tough, survival of the fittest nature.  He
often would get pushed to the back of the line in the cafeteria, and often
felt ignored by the other boys.  Little did he know, his life was about to
change in a way he couldn't ever have imagined.

Charles, a boy in his senior year at the same school, was bright, outgoing
and a natural leader in every respect.  He was a member of the debating
team, and more than one sports team, and a straight A student, one of the
top students in the school.  He was tall and muscular, and warm and
friendly yet even a little intimidating to the other students due to his
size and presence.

While Charles was very successful and mostly happy, he did have a dark
secret that he never admitted to anyone.  He had had a mostly conservative
and strict upbringing where his family were focussed on academic success.
However, Charles knew that he had an attraction toward young boys and was
careful not to tell anyone about it.  Unlike Dylan, he had not been so
lucky to have had sexual encounters in his early childhood, due to the
strict conservative nature of his family situation.

The two were immediately attracted to each other when Charles was appointed
to coach a debate featuring boys in their Freshman year.  Charles saw Dylan
stand up before the crowd and speak nervously but clearly, and he admired
his unique originality, and the fact that he looked more like a boy than
pretty much anyone else in the school.  Dylan couldn't help but be taken by
Charles's enthusiasm, size and grandeur, and was even a little envious that
Charles was able to speak and amaze such audiences with great enthusiasm.

Over the next several weeks, Dylan often noticed that Charles seemed to
look at him and smile whenever they saw each other.  He would smile back
quite shyly, at first not quite understanding what was happening.  But
Charles was persistent, and eventually Dylan did begin to feel as if
something was up.  He did not mind, and after a while he began dropping
hints back to charles - giving him a wicked grin and raising his eyebrows.

As christmas approached, Dylan was about to head back to his dorm room one
night to start making preparations to go back to see his family, and tell
them what he thought of this school.  However, on his way back to his dorm
room he spotted Charles sitting on a bench in the hallway with a longing
look in his eyes.  Dylan was surprised to see him but not at all upset.

"Hey, Dylan" said Charles with a warm smile.

"Hey, Charles" said Dylan quietly but with a surprisingly confident grin.

"Lots of work to do before tomorrow?" said Charles

"Oh, definitely" said Dylan.

At this point I feel I should explain something.  While Charles had not
been fortunate enough to have sexual experiences in his childhood, Dylan
had had plenty of them, to the point where fooling around with his friends
sexually was almost a norm.  Although he did feel nervous and shy around
older boys at school, he also did have a confident streak and when he
really liked someone, he was not afraid to see what the possibilities were.

"Would you like to come and help me with my homework?" said Dylan.

Charles froze a little.  At this point he knew he was crossing a line.
This was an old fashioned school with a homosexual underculture, and sexual
encounters between older and younger boys were not unusual.  However,
Charles knew that he had to be discreet.  But there was nobody else around
at the time.

"Sure thing" he said.

In the dorm room, they worked on Dylan's Math homework for a short time.
Charles had a remarkable ability to be able to explain the Math equations
to him in a way that a young boy could relate to and even find almost
interesting, unlike his teachers.  He began to find himself falling a
little bit in love with this amazing older boy.  After sitting there for a
while, he decided to say:

"So... why do you always look at me?"

Charles froze.  Dylan felt a little alarmed at first because he did not
know what was wrong.  But Charles quickly collected himself and said
quietly and pleasantly:

"Because you're a beautiful boy, Dylan.  I hope you don't mind that I think
that."

"Oh no, not at all" said Dylan.

There was a pause as the implications of what had just been said were
sinking in.  There was a feeling of tension and excitement in the
atmosphere that was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and after a
while Dylan moving his hand up the leg of his short grey uniform shorts a
little.  He was going to have to make the first move, but he did not quite
know how.  Finally he figured he would just go for it.

As he started adjusting his zipper a little, he looked at Charles in the
eye and gave him a knowing grin.  Charles gave him a look of acknowledged
excitement back.  Then Dylan said:

"Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"

"Sure!" said Charles.

Dylan took off his blue sweater with the school badge on it, as well as his
light grey buttoned shirt, allowing Charles to examine his bare upper body
in full view.  Charles commented "Mmmm, you look like such a little boy
Dylan" and ran his hands over his hairless bare chest, stomach and nipples.
He also noticed that Dylan's armpits were totally hairless.

Then Dylan began adjusting his zipper even more, looking into Charles's
eyes with a wicked grin.  He got up and squatted on the bed with his legs
wide apart, and Charles rubbed his hand around and slowly, further and
further up Dylan's leg until he felt a small but hard bulge.  He noticed
his thighs were totally hairless. Then he leaned forward as Dylan undid his
zipper fully.

Charles began to lean forward against the rough dark grey fabric of Dylan's
uniform shorts, and could almost smell a bit of his boy scents.  Then he
pulled down the front of Dylan's white underpants, and moved his mouth
forward over Dylan's completely hairless, 3.5 inch fully erect penis.  His
mind was completely blown at how much of a late bloomer this boy truly was.

Periodically sucking the boy's erect dick hearing the boy's soft moans and
deep breaths.  And periodically licking and exploring the boy's smooth
hairless thighs and lower stomach and chest and nipples with his tongue.
Kissing several times in all these places, telling him he's a wonderful
boy.  Finally, Dylan had a powerful dry orgasm inside of Charles's mouth,
ejecting his pre-pubescent boyjuice

As the snow started to fall outside just days before christmas, Dylan felt
content and safe with Charles, and lay there in his arms.  Charles began to
fascinate Dylan with his depth of historical knowledge, about ancient
greece, and how what they were doing was considered noble and a healthy
part of a boy's development.  Dylan was particularly fascinated by the way
Charles connected that to the highly intelligent and vibrant youth culture
of the time, far beyond what they could understand today.

As the snow continued to fall, Dylan began to feel tired and drifted off to
sleep, feeling safe and secure in Charles's arms.  Both parties, in spite
of their different backgrounds, felt they had found something truly rare
and special, and were eager to explore this opportunity further and see
where it might take them.

*** End of Part 1 ***