Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2016 15:27:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tanka Truck <good_reading66@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up (Pt2of3), FemBoy, Age 13.

				   Dave

  I pulled into my buddy's place and got out of my truck. I was probably a
half hour early but I really didn't think too much of this as I made my way
to his door. Giving it a good knocking, I stood back and took in the sight
of his place. It was right on the edge of town, and had a country look to
it, with a big building and smaller shed out back, his whole place sitting
on maybe a solid acre of land. Nice place really.

  The door opened and I automatically turned with a smile on my face. My
smile faltered a bit when I took in the sight of a cute young girl of maybe
12 or 13. 14 tops. Regardless of her actual age, her beauty was
undeniable. Long, straight-but-styled blonde hair framed a downright
adorable face, and even though she had no tits yet her slender waist gave
way to some subtle hips and some damn nice looking thighs. I felt a little
perverted at feeling so aroused by such a young girl, but at the same time
if she didn't want to be looked at like this she shouldn't have answered
the door in a pair of skimpy pink shorts.

  "Hello, may I help you?" the girl asked in a shockingly smoky voice.

  God damn, this girl has just about the whole package! I thought. Too bad
about not having any tits, though.

  "Uh, yeah, I'm a friend of John Smith." I explained after clearing my
throat. "Is he in right now? He's expecting me."

  "Nope, he went to the store for something, but should be back pretty soon
I'd think." The girl stuck out a small, delicate, hand and smiled up at
me. "I'm Sammy."

  Wait, didn't John have a boy named Sammy? No way could this be him. No
fucking way!

  I tentatively reached out and engulfed his hand in mine, all the while
giving 'him' another once-over. Sorry, no, I just couldn't see it.

  "I can see by the look on your face that you're a bit confused right
now." she/he said with an easy grin, like this happened all the time.

  "Um, yeah." I lamely replied. "Sorry about my fumble. You just took me by
surprise is all."

  Sammy nodded. "I get that a lot. Come on in, Dad said you may show up
before he got back."

  I stepped into the house and had to scratch my head when I took in the
site of Sammy once more. I was looking him all over from head to toe and
other than not having any tits, Sammy outright screamed at being a girl,
and a fucking hot one at that.

  "Shit, I'm standing here staring at you like a big idiot." I said with a
nervous chuckle.

  Sammy merely smiled my idiocy away and led me through the house to the
back patio. I have to tell you, I was thunderstruck when I got my first
look at his butt, because that thing was sexy as fuck, let me tell you! It
bounced just a tiny bit, and shook just the right amount, and looked
downright edible in its appearance as he walked up ahead of me. I was
literally getting hard from looking at it as we made our way through his
house, for fuck sake! I actually had to reach into my pants to pull my cock
all the way up into the waistband of my pants so I could hide it from him
as best I could.

  Once we got to the back patio, Sammy offered me a sturdy-looking chair to
sit on. "So, dad says you're here for the lumber we have out in back of the
barn?"

  "Yep." I said, taking a seat, thankful that in doing so it was going to
help hide my erection. "I got me a wood burner at home, so I plan on using
the lumber for firewood this winter."

  "Oh, well if that's all you're here for we could probably get started on
it." Sammy said with a shrug. "We don't need to wait for dad for that."

  "What? No way!" I blurted without thinking. "It's, uh, just that I'd feel
pretty bad if you got scratched up or bruised while helping me load it in
the truck, that's all."

  The kid tilted his adorable head to one side while he silently studied
me. It was a little unnerving, let me tell you.

  "That's so sweet of you to think that way about me." he finally said, and
I was pretty sure he was playing me now, and if he was he was doing a damn
good job of hiding it.

  "Well, you know, I mean, look at you." I stammered out, feeling like a
total ass over my show of juvenile nervousness. "What I'm saying is that
you are far too good looking to be subjecting yourself to manual labor,
like hauling lumber."

  He was grinning right at me now, totally eating this up, I could tell.

  "You really think I'm good looking?" he said in a soft, teasing voice.

  I threw my hands up to ward him off. "Ok, that's quite enough of that!" I
exclaimed with a grin of my own. "God damn, kid! You could make a living at
seduction, I'm sure."

  He giggled sweetly as he stared right into my eyes, totally unafraid of
me one little bit. Now that was a show of confidence, let me tell you what!
And judging by his looks, it was entirely justified.

  "Would you like a pop or a beer, since you won't let me help you with the
wood?" he asked, his tone now lacking the seductive tease it had just had a
moment ago.

  "Ah, yeah I could probably handle one beer, I guess."

  He stated that he'd be right back and I stared like a teenager at his ass
the whole time it was in view.

  Jesus Christ! That kid could rule the world l think.

  When Sammy came back and handed me a cold beer, he took up position at
the table right next to me. He didn't sit down, though, but leaned over to
rest his elbows on the table instead. It let me look right down the side of
his soft, lean body from only a foot or so away. His sweet looking butt was
facing away from me, but I could still look across the top of his back and
see the top part of it all the same. Especially since he seemed to be
putting a natural arch in his back at the moment. He was totally playing
with me, and I'd be lying if I said he was having no effect on me right
now.

  "So, does this work for you all that often?" I asked lightly.

  Amazingly, Sammy didn't skip a beat, but smiled right at me and replied,
"Most of the time."

  "I can see that happening." I said as a way of a compliment. "But I'm not
touching you, Sammy, no matter how sweet looking you are.  Or how much you
throw yourself at me."

  He gave me an adorable pouty look that probably melted teenage boys all
the time. Oh I was hard as fuck right now, to be sure, but I wasn't going
to touch this kid with a ten foot pole.

  "Well, it's not like we'd have time to do anything anyhow." he said when
his pout didn't work. "Still, though, you would've enjoyed yourself I
think. I'm pretty talented."

  I gaped at him with an open mouth my shock was so strong. "You can't be
more than 14, Sammy!" I declared. "Just how talented could you be?"

  "Actually I'm only 13." he corrected with a smirk. "And I'm very
talented. You should let me suck your cock. I bet I could still get you off
before dad gets back."

  I didn't think it was possible for me to get any more shocked, but Sammy
most definitely just proved me wrong.

  "Hell no!" I blurted. "I mean, Sammy, don't get me wrong here. You look
fucking adorable for a "boy" of 13, but you really need to stick to guys
your own age. Shit, I could go to prison if we got caught. No fucking way!"

  He just looked at me and smirked like everything I'd just said didn't
matter one little bit.

  Finally he let out a sigh of defeat, then stood upright and walked back
over to the railing. "Ok, you win." said from over his shoulder. "Still,
though, I could've rocked your world."

  "I honestly don't have any problem believing that." I said with my own
sigh.

                                                                   ***



                                                                 Sammy

  Well that had been a total fail. Well, mostly. It had actually been fun
flirting with Dave and seeing just how much it took for him to snap and
gobble me up. Man had some cast-iron willpower, though, that's for sure. It
was too bad, too, because he had been pretty damn good looking for an older
guy. He was in his truck right now driving up the side of our property
line, so I smiled a little in regret as I gave him a little wave
goodbye. He returned the wave but kept his smile in check, probably because
my dad was standing right beside me.

  "Sam." My dad said with what sounded like a sigh of resignation. "You
have got to control yourself with the older guys."

  My head whipped up in surprise. Dad gave me a look that said he knew damn
well what had happened when he'd been away. Not sure how he could, but I
was pretty damn sure he knew.

  Giving me a patient fatherly grin, he put his arm around me and started
to guide us back to the house.

  "It was pretty obvious from how Dave was acting towards you that
something went down while I was away." he explained. "Do I need to call the
police on one of my best friends now?"

  "What?! Of course not!" I exclaimed in panic. "And nothing went down. He
didn't do anything."

  "Ah, so you admit that you tried to make something happen, is that
right?"

  Damn, dad was really good at this shit. Still though, he didn't seem
particularly mad, so that was a good thing.

  "Maybe a little." I admitted in a quiet voice, feeling a little
embarrassed by this line of talk.

  Dad surprised me by chuckling softly. "Seriously Sam, I'm your father so
I'm going to support you no matter which way you decide to go in life. And
the fact that you're already dressing more and more like a girl than a boy,
it's pretty obvious which way you're thinking of going. And I don't care
about that, Sam. But you need to be careful. And you need to think of more
than just yourself. You have five long years before you come of age, and I
have no doubt that you'll have plenty of callers during that time. You just
need to think of more than you. People could get into some serious trouble
if they aren't careful. And of course if anyone hurts you I'll fucking kill
them."

  I was staring up at my dad in shock. He'd known about me the whole time
and had never said anything until now. And the fact that he wasn't judging
me meant the world to me. I quickly turned our one-arm hug into a
full-blown hug of affection.

  "Thanks, dad." I mumbled into his chest, nearly in tears right now.

  He just patted my back, never saying a word, then finished guiding me up
to the house.

							***

						       Sammy

    Brad wasn't due back from his trip down south with his mom for another
couple of days, so my nightly intruder wasn't going to be coming into my
room tonight to sniff me. It had been two days already that he and my
step-mom had been gone, and I really missed having his big cock inside
me. He was getting better at holding his climax in check now that 2 months
had gone by since the first time he'd entered me, but he was still only
able to last maybe five minutes or so. He was still a long ways away before
I'd be considering him a magnificent bed partner. He had the equipment,
just not the stamina.

  I picked up my cell phone and saw that he'd sent me a message at some
point. I kept forgetting that everyone in the family had a phone now and I
was constantly leaving mine lay around forgotten. I opened his text message
and saw that he'd sent me a picture of his cock, fully erect. The message
underneath it read, 'Can't wait to get back!'

  I snorted out a snicker, then went to my door-mirror and took a picture
of my panty-covered ass and wrote, 'It's a Scratch & Sniff, see if it's
like the real thing or not.'

  I got my reply within a minute. 'Nice! But nothin beats the real thing!'

  I smiled hugely and went to bed feeling better. Brad and I were
definitely getting closer and closer by the day, and I was a little worried
about what that might bode for us as we got older. In the end, I just
decided to take it one day at a time and see how things played out. Hell,
there was a good chance that he'd outgrow his affection for me and settle
for an actual girl some day.

  						Jason



  I was stacking the cases of pop in a pyramid shape out in the aisle when
that weird kid, Sammy-something-or-other walked into the store. Jesus, he
was one fucked up kid. Everyone at school knew he was actually a boy, but
to look at him you would never think so. It didn't help matters none that
he had a tendency to wear girly clothes rather than loose jeans and a Tee
like most boys did. Like right now, he was wearing some sort of loose blue
top that was obviously meant for a girl to wear. And the grey yoga pants
were another obvious addition to the female wardrobe. Worse of all, though,
was that Sammy actually looked good wearing them, which made me feel all
kinds of weirded out.

  "Hi Jason." Sammy said with a pleasant smile as soon as he saw me. "Wow,
you guys are dead this morning."

  I cleared my throat and was thankful that no one else was around to see
me talking to him. "Yeah, I think you're the first costumer. Let me know if
you need help with anything."

  I could feel my face heat up for some reason. Fucking kid made me feel
weird, damn it. I saw him give me a curious look before he nodded and moved
on deeper into the store. Holy fuck, his ass was so fucking feminine it was
stupid! I could feel myself throb to life in my pants as I took in the
sight of his easy walk down the aisle, his ass bouncing subtly with each
step he took. The sudden realization that he had a better looking ass than
my own girlfriend made my head spin, and it was better by a long, long
ways, too.

  "Holy shit!" I quietly breathed.

  A thousand things went through my head right about then, and all of them
bad. Still, though, it was early in the morning and beings the store never
got too many costumers this early, I probably had a good hour yet before
things picked up. And anyway, the bell above the door would alert me when
someone else came in, so I just had to keep an ear out, that's all.

  That dilemma settled, me and my racing heart slipped down the aisle to
where I'd last seen Sammy go around the corner. I peeked around it and
found him leaning into the meat display about ten feet away, looking
closely at what we had to offer this morning. With my heart now practically
leaping right out of my throat, I eased my zipper down and unfastened my
pants so I could slip my boner out. I stared right at Sammy's amazing ass
as I slowly worked my cock up and down with my right hand. I found the
sight of him truly arousing to the eye, but though I looked him up and
down, apprenticing everything I saw, I always came back to that sweet ass
of his.

  I was just about to cum when he suddenly stood upright and started
walking away from me, further into the store, his walk still easy and
unhurried. And seductive as hell! The music coming from the PA system was
loud enough to cover the sound of my squeaky sneakers, I think, so I
followed Sammy and kept hiding around each corner until he came to a stop
once more. Then I settled in and started to really work my cock again. God,
his ass was amazing!

  Once again I was about to blow my load when Sammy moved around a corner
and out of sight. I debated on whether to just finish up now or try and
make it a really good one by having Sammy's ass in view when I went off. It
wasn't much of a debate, really.

  Tossing my shirt over the top of nakedness, I slipped up to the corner
and peeked around it. And found Sammy down on all fours perusing the items
on the bottom shelf, his magnificent ass sticking up in the air and facing
right at me. My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when I took in the
sight of him. Jesus, somehow Sammy's ass had just gotten a lot more
alluring now that he was down on all fours with his hips flaring out from
the deep arch he had in his back.

  I must have gulped, gasped, or made some other sound of shock, because
Sammy looked right over his shoulder and made eye-contact with me like he'd
known I was there the whole time.

  Before I could duck away or say a word in defense, he looked back to the
shelf beside him, and innocently asked, "Jason, I can't seem to find the
pickles."

  It took me half a second to realize that he was saving me from being
embarrassed while at the same time offering up a little 'fun time' with him
if I wanted to. He was literally offering himself up to me right now and
leaving the decision up to me, which for some reason made me feel all kinds
of mad respect for him as soon as I realized this. I hadn't heard any bell
yet, so the decision was pretty easy to make.

  "Hmm, well I think you're on the right track." I stated nervously, then
stepped all the way around the corner so I didn't look like the stalker I
was.

  Sammy flashed me a gorgeous, knowing, little grin, then went back to
'looking' for those elusive pickles that I knew were two aisles over. I
came right up behind him and dropped to my own knees to help him 'look'. I
was practically panting I was so excited right now! That awesome ass of his
was only a foot or so away and as soon as he took his eyes off of me, I
quickly leaned down close to it and took a quick sniff. I was massively
disappointed when I detected nothing at all coming from his crack, but just
the fact that I'd just smelt his beautiful butt was enough to make my cock
throb painfully.

  I have no idea what I was thinking, but for some reason I wanted to do a
little showing off too, so I got to my feet and came around to look the
shelves over right in front of him. I saw from the corner of my eye that he
was looking up at me now and most likely checking out my exposed cock since
it was pretty much making a tent of my shirt down there.

  "Damn, I thought for sure they were around here somewhere." I said as
nonchalantly as I could. Seriously, I sounded as nervous as I felt.

  I saw Sammy ease a little closer to my side, but I kept from looking down
at him directly. I was taking a huge gamble right now, but I just couldn't
seem to help myself. I mean, Sammy was only 13 years old, and I was just
about 18. I was scared out of my mind right now but was forging ahead
regardless.

  "I think it's over this way a bit more." Sammy hinted sweetly down below
me.

  I gulped and took the bait, stepping sideways and moving right into his
personal space. I saw part of his head disappear underneath my tented shirt
and stopped. The next thing I knew, Sammy was pushing my shirt all the way
up and over my nakedness so that my 7 inch cock was laying right across his
face as he looked up at me. He had a look of pure arousal on his adorable
face that I found nearly too much to look at for very long for fear of
falling in love.

  "Would you mind greatly if I just settled for sucking your cock, Jason?"
he asked in that sexy smokey voice of his.

  "I don't think I'd mind that at all, Sammy." I said in a heavy pant.

  This 13 year old wanna-be girl came right up and over my cock, then
slipped it right into his beautiful mouth, just as easy-as-you-please. I've
been sucked off before, twice actually, but I can honestly say that this
was the first time it was done correctly. Jesus, Sammy was showing me just
what a blow-job was, and I couldn't stop grunting and moaning and flinching
the whole two minutes it took me to cum. I actually tried to hold it back
so I could enjoy it for a few more minutes but it felt too damn good for me
to pull that off. I never asked where he wanted it, I just pumped his mouth
with my discharge, not caring one bit if he wanted it there or not. As it
turned out I think I put it right where he wanted it, because he never so
much as flinched when I started to dump my load in his slurping,
saliva-dripping mouth.

  "Holy fucking shit, Sammy!" I blurted while trying to catch my
breath. "That was fucking amazing!"

  Sammy totally ignored me until he had me all cleaned up, and then he sat
back on his heels and looked up and gave me a big satisfied grin that made
me want to stick my dick right back into.

  "Wow, that was really nice, Jason." He said, his smokey voice a little
more heavy sounding. "It's been too long since I last had a good drink of
cum."

  I was starting to feel weird again, so I put my junk away and tried for
an understanding smile when I looked back at him. I saw by his reaction
that I failed miserably. He was getting back to his feet with a closed-off
expression on his face now.

  "So, uh, listen, Sammy." I started, but had no idea where I was going.

  "No worries, Jason." he said without even looking at me. "It's all good."

  He started to walk away from me then, and though I wanted to say
something, I had no idea what would make things better at this point. Fuck,
I totally suck!

  I trudged back to my half-done pyramid of pop and set to work at
finishing it. I couldn't get Sammy off my mind, of course, and though it
took him about another 15 minutes to get his groceries up to the cash
register, I had been able to come up with not one thing to make the
situation better.

   He and I were still the only ones in the store, so when I finished
ringing him up and started to bag all his stuff, I reached under the
register and then handed him a big handful of coupons. He just looked at
them as I held them out to him.

  I nervously cleared my throat. "They're to encourage you to come back." I
said lamely.

   He looked up into my eyes, then back to the coupons. Then back up to my
eyes again. "I would've come back if you'd have just asked me to." he
finally said with a small smile. "But my step-mom will like the coupons,
too, so thank you."

  I dropped them into one of his bags feeling a lot better now that I'd
made him smile. "You come back anytime, Sammy. Ok? You're always welcome
here" I'm actually quite sure that I meant that last part.

  I swear I actually saw him tear up a bit before he could look away from
me. Hmm, I must have hit a nerve or something.

					                 ***

  					              Sammy



  Well, that was different! A good different, though. I probably wouldn't
be making any effort to go back there on his account, but it was nice to
know I had a fall-back cock now. I was pretty sure he wasn't big enough in
the manhood department for me to go out of my way for some hot sex, but if
I was in need of some tasty cum, I could probably make an exception with
him.

  When I got back home and had the groceries put away and the coupons put
in the jar that was on the counter and was specifically for them, I then
went to my room to get my phone. I really needed to start remembering to
drag it along with me when I left the house. Yep, I missed two text
messages and both were from Brad. The first one was all about sex, but the
other was about some cousin of his coming to his Uncle's funeral dressed as
a guy. Apparently his cousin was a girl. Ah, now I get it. I'd have to ask
for details once he got back. I sent him a reply that stated that he should
cool it on the sex stuff since Dad could pick up my phone and see it. Then
I sent him a close-up picture of my asshole.

  Sweet Mother Of God! Was his reply 20 seconds later.

  The home phone rang about that time, which scared the shit out of me
since I'd been standing right next to it.

  "Yes? Hello?" I blurted as soon I picked it up.

  "Uh, is this the Smith residence?" some guy asked.

  "Yep, you got it. What can I do for you?"

  The dude on the other end chuckled a bit. "This is Sammy, isn't it." he
stated more than asked.

  "Right again, now what can I do for you."

  "Jesus, you really have some terrible phone manners, you know that?" the
guy said with humor. "This is Danny Gibson."

  (pause)

  "From school." he added when I didn't say anything.

  "I know who you are." I said, my full attention now on the guy on the
other end of the phone. "What do you want?"

  "Shit, I knew I should've done this in person..."

  "If you're thinking of pulling a prank on me or something, I'm going to
have Brad kick the living shit out of you!" I said in a threatening tone. I
was getting pissed now.

  "What? No, I wasn't going to... God damn it! I'm coming over. I'll be
there in 10."

    The phone went dead. I hung up and immediately sprinted for my room to
change. I had no idea what Danny wanted but I wasn't going to answer the
door in my girl clothes, that's for sure.

  "What the fuck do you want, Danny? All you ever did was pick on me." I
was talking to myself as I pulled out my boy clothes. God I hate these
things!

  I was in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt when the doorbell rang about 10
minutes later. I could feel my heart racing as I approached the door,
because I had no idea what to expect. I didn't think he'd pull something
right now since there was no way he could know that mom and dad and Brad
weren't here, so I was a little encouraged by that when I opened the door.

  Danny Gibson was standing there on my doorstep, and to be honest with
myself, he was one damn good looking kid. He'd also been a real shithead
towards me for at least the last two years, too, so the fact that he was
well-built, handsome and... Jesus, is that really his cock-bulge in those
jeans?! Holy shit, he was packing some heat down there!

  "Sammy! Shit. Don't slam the door in my face, please!" Danny said, his
hands in the air in a surrender type of display.

  I glared at him with one hand on the door and the other on my cocked
hip. Pretty sure I wasn't much of a threatening site, but I wasn't backing
down either.

  "The silent treatment. Ok, I have that coming." he said, lowering his
hands with a sigh. "Sammy, can I come in so we can talk?"

  "No."

  He sighed again, and while he rubbed the bridge of his nose, I took
another quick glance down at his package. Yep, he was definitely packing
heat down there. How the hell did I never see that before?

  "Ok listen." he started. "Shit, I know nothing I can say will take back
all the shitty things I said and did to you over the last couple of years,
but I want you to know that I really am sorry."

  "Why."

  "Why what?" he asked.

  "Why are you telling me this now?"

  "Oh, uh, um..."

  "Danny I'm about to slam the door in your face." I warned. "Now spit it
out."

  "Would you just let me finish!" he practically screamed.

  I took one step back and was about to slam the door when he threw his
hands up again.

  "Sorry! Sorry!" he spouted. "Dammit Sammy this isn't easy you know!"

  I stood there and waited. I could clearly see he was having one hell of a
time saying whatever it was he was trying to spit out, but just remembering
all the things he used to say to me was enough for me to hold onto my
anger. I remained silent for now.

  "Ok look," he started again. "I'm having a birthday party in a couple of
weeks and wanted to see if you wanted to come to it or not."

  I honestly couldn't believe my ears. Was he fucking crazy? "Are you
fucking crazy? Why the fuck would I come to your birthday party when all
you've done for two years was pick on me?!"

  "Because I want you to?" he replied pathetically.

  Ok, he really did look like a sad puppy dog right now, but still...

  "That's... That's not enough of a reason." I stated, sort of at a loss
for words.

  He smiled and pointed both of his index fingers at me. "I know, right!?
That's why I asked you two weeks in advance. It will give me time to show
you that I really want you there."

  I stared at him and I think my mouth was open. He took a small step
forward and I immediately came on alert again.

  "So, I was wondering..." he said sort of shyly. "If you'd like to hang
out tonight. Or something."

  I couldn't stop staring at him like he had three heads. What the fuck had
brought this on? Why all of a sudden?

  "What's this really all about, Danny?"

  "I can't tell you that." he said immediately.

  I quirked an eyebrow at that.

  "Come on, Sammy." he pleaded. "I don't want to tell you that yet."

  I think my brows went even higher.

  He sighed and looked away from me. Paused, then looked back. "It's
because I like you." he mumbled.

  "What?!" I blurted.

  "I said I like you!" he blurted back.

  "Yeah, I heard you the first time, I just didn't believe it." I said
mumbled. "Not sure I do now either."

  "Bloody hell, Sammy! You're making this way harder than it should be!"
Danny said in exasperation. "God damn it. I never should've teased you so
much. I was such a fucker for doing that, and I'm really sorry about all
those times, too, Sammy. I really am."

  I looked at him closely and knew he was telling the truth. There was no
way he was good enough to be faking this.

  I let him stand there and fidget for a good 10 count, then stepped back
out of the doorway. "Would you like to come in for a while?"

  His face lit up like the Forth of July. "Y-Yeah I would! Thank you!"

  My heart was racing like there was no tomorrow as I led him through the
house and into the kitchen. Everyone can relax in a kitchen, so that's why
I'd chosen it as our room to talk in.

  "Have a seat anywhere, Danny." I said. "Can I get you a pop?"

  "Yeah, thanks."

  I went and got him a Pepsi and wished now that I'd stayed in my girl's
clothes. I wanted so bad to show him my goods right now it wasn't funny. I
didn't even try to show off for him now, though, since I had on boy's
clothes. The act would be wasted.

  I took a seat caddy-corner from him and opened my own pop.

  "May I ask what brought this on?" I asked.

  He took a big nervous gulp of pop before saying anything. He actually
thought about it and grinned a little before he spoke.

  "To be honest, I think it's because I'm maturing." he said.

  I almost spit my pop out. As it was, I only choked on it.

  "Whoa, you ok there, Sammy?" Danny asked while patting my back.

  "Yeah, yeah. Just fine." I managed to gasp out.

  Once I was breathing again, he continued.

  "So, yeah, like I said, I think it's because I'm getting older and seeing
things differently." he explained. "You know I'm 14 now, right? I'm
actually a year ahead of you despite being in the same grade. Got held back
in 1st."

  Yeah but I'm pretty sure 14 isn't really the age of maturity, Danny.

  "I didn't know that." I admitted.

  "Yeah, so like I said, I'm kinda seeing things differently lately. And
you're always on my mind, too, by the way. Which is why I'm here right
now."

  Again, I nearly choked on my pop. "Why's that?"

  "'Cause, you know..." he trailed off after that.

  I was pretty sure I knew what he was trying to get at, but I still found
it hard to believe. Still, though, I didn't want to torture him either.

  "How come you always picked on me?" I asked.

  He gave a big shrug and frowned. "'Cause I was stupid. Once you started
to look and dress like... You know, a girl, I just sorta couldn't deal with
it, ya know?"

  I quirked my head to one side and shook my head a little.

  "Damn, you really make things tough, don't you!" he said in
exasperation. "Fine, I'll spill. I picked on you 'cause I liked you."

  "You must have really liked me, Danny." I said with a glare.

  My glare went right by him like he didn't see it at all. "I sure did." he
said more to himself than to me. He glanced up from his pop and gave me a
cute lopsided grin. "Once you started looking all girly, all I could think
about was you."

  I was starting to feel uncomfortable now. "There's a lot of pretty girls
in school, Danny."

  "Seriously?! Are you for real!? Cripes, all them girls are scared
shitless of you or just plain jealous."

  "Uh, what?" I asked in bewilderment.

  Danny looked at me, then started to laugh outright. "Oh man, this is
rich!" he said around his laughter. "You have no idea how good looking you
are, do you? Shit, Sammy! Even the cheerleader types are talking about
you. And don't get me started on the guys! They absolutely hate the fact
that your dad got you out of gym class. I bet every last one of them would
give their left nut to see you strip down in the locker room."

  I was at a total loss for words right now. I mean, I knew I was pretty
hot, but I had no idea everyone else thought that too. Wow!

  "So listen, I need to get my butt back home before my dad figures out I'm
gone." Danny said while getting to his feet. "But, would it be ok if I
dropped by later on, like around 6 or so?"

  I pretended to think it over, then gave him a tentative nod. "Yeah, I
think that would be ok. My dad will be here by then, so I'll have to
introduce you to him. My step-mom and Brad are down south at a funeral, so
it'll just be Dad and me here."

  "Yeah, that's cool."

  I saw him to the door, where he turned and gave me a shy wave before
taking off down the sidewalk.

  "That was just friggen weird." I said to no one. "Wonder what dad will
think when I introduce the two of them."

					                ***

                                                                 Danny



  Once I got permission to go over to Sammy's house, I took a shower and
then put on some baggy black shorts and a matching polo shirt. My Nike's
went with everything so there was no point in worrying about
footwear. Dressed and ready to go, I grabbed my 10-speed and rode over to
his place feeling pretty friggen energized. Sammy had been in some boys
clothes earlier but he'd still looked fucking hot in my opinion. I still
couldn't believe how sexy he was. I mean, his face was so damn cute-looking
it made me want to jack off to it! And oh my God that body of his! Jesus
Christ! I'd lost count on how many times I'd jacked it to that! I mean, his
body demanded you to jerk off, I swear it did!

  I actually had a semi-boner going by the time I showed up at his place
and had to push it off to the side to make it less noticeable before going
to the door. Thankfully, Sammy answered the door instead of his dad!

  "Hey, Sammy." I said with a bit more enthusiasm than I'd planned. I
really was hyped, though, so sue me.

  Sammy grinned with a bit of mischief as he stepped to one side. "Hey,
Danny. Come on in."

  I was a bit dumbstruck when I stepped back into his house, because he was
no longer wearing boys clothes. He was, in fact, wearing some damn fine
looking girls clothes. His top was some sort of fluttery sleeveless white
shirt, while his pants were actually yoga pants, which were tucked into
some calf-high booties, both of which were also white in color. Sammy
looked so fucking hot right now I swear he was actually a girl that only
pretended to be a boy on occasion. And a smoking hot girl at that!

  Sammy closed the front door then gave me a soft shoulder bump. "If you
don't calm down my dad will never let you out of his sight." he warned with
a small pleased smile.

  "Holy shit, Sammy!" I leaned down and exclaimed as quietly as I
could. "You look fucking amazing!"

  His grin got a bit bigger, but he still gave my thigh a firm smack. "I'm
serious!" he hissed. "I know I'm dressed up right now, so I'm not sure how
he's going to react to you. So try and play it cool, will ya?"

  I nodded vigorously which just made Sammy roll his eyes and shake his
head for some reason. We walked through the house until we got to the
kitchen once again, only this time there was a good looking 30-ish man
sitting at the table. I could actually see a little bit of resemblance to
Sammy in him, but this guy didn't have a girlish quality to him at all. He
actually had a serious look to him at the moment.

  "Dad, this is a friend of mine, Danny." Sammy said in a very nervous
voice. "Danny, this is my dad."

  I took my cue and stepped forward and offered my hand. "Howdy, Mr
Smith. It's a pleasure."

  Sammy's dad never paused in shaking my hand, but he didn't leave it go
right away either.

  "You play ball, Danny?" he asked, still holding onto my hand. His grip
was really strong. "You look like you might play ball."

  I puffed my chest out with some pride. "Yes sir! Football, baseball. If
it uses a ball, I'm pretty good at it."

  "It's true, dad, he's a bit of a show-off when it comes to sports." Sammy
added behind me.

  I think I puffed up even more at that.

  His dad grinned a little and finally let me have my hand back. "Welcome
to our home, Danny. If Sammy there says you're a friend, then you're more
than welcome here."

  "Oh yes sir!" I replied with a big smile. "Me and Sammy go way back."

  Sammy's dad quirked a brow at that.

  "And if you value your life you'll stop talking now." Sammy whispered
right behind me, even going so far as to grab the waistband of my shorts
and pulling me back.

  "Right, right!" I stammered, giving Mr Smith a tentative wave before
Sammy could pull me all the way out of the room.

  "Holy crap!" He hissed to me once we were in the hallway. "Do you have a
deathwish?"

  "Yeah, sorry. I wasn't thinking." I said, running a hand back through my
hair.

  "No, really?!"

  I was about to say something when I realized Sammy was quietly laughing
as he led me down another hallway.

  "What?" I whispered.

  "Oh man!" he said around giggles. "If I'd told him you were probably my
biggest nemesis over the past couple of years, he would've picked you up
and threw you right out the front door."

  "Yeah, he did seem to have a pretty serious look about him." I said
uneasily.

  Sammy just giggled harder at my words.

  Finally we made it to what I was sure was his bedroom, and after only
seeing one chair in the room, I decided to take that rather than hog the
bed with him. He had a nice setup. A big TV on the wall. A computer that I
was sitting in front of right now. Decent closet space. Not bad.

  "You look really nice." he suddenly said from over on his bed.

  He was laying on stomach so he could still be facing me, and God damn he
looked good over there.

  "Are you kidding me?!" I softly blurted with a smile. "You're the one
that looks awesome! God damn, Sammy! I can't believe your dad lets you walk
around in clothes like that!"

  Sammy shrugged. "He's coping, I think. I think it's harder on my
step-mom. Not sure she knows what to make of me."

  I nodded in understanding. "It's got to be a bit weird. No offense. What
about your step-brother, Brad? How's he take this?"

  "He's actually pretty cool about it." Sammy replied with a small
grin. "He's real protective of me. Pretty sure he's my very own personal
bodyguard now."

  I wasn't sure I wanted to think about that too much, so I asked another
question. "Have you thought about my party? Would you like to come to it?"

  Sammy gave me a shrug. "Maybe. It's still two weeks away. There's still a
lot of time between now and then for you to prove yourself worthy of my
friendship."

  "Ah! Yeah, that's probably true. I probably have a long ways to go."

  Sammy grinned at me and nodded. "A ways."

  I clapped my hands together and started to rub them together
vigorously. "So, what do I need to do to prove myself?"

  A very distinct look of mischief came over his face as he looked back at
me. "Oh, my, lets see... I sure could go for a foot massage."

  I leaped from the chair like I'd been catapulted. Sammy actually squeaked
in shock at my abrupt move.  I didn't pause or even ask permission, but
came right on up onto his bed with him, then started to take his booties
off. He giggled the whole time, and even protested a tiny bit. Not much,
though.

  "I'll have you know I took massage lessons... Online... for like 10
minutes. Prepare yourself for bliss!" I stated theatrically.

  By now Sammy was giggling uncontrollably, but I went ahead and started to
rub his little feet anyhow. I had no idea what I was doing. All that
mattered was that I was making him happy.

  "Hmm, you're not too bad at that." he said after a while.

  He was laying on his back with his hands clasped across his chest and was
grinning up at me with a look of totally relaxation on his face now, and at
that moment I honestly thought he was the most beautiful creature in the
world.

  "You are so friggen pretty, you know that?" I said without thinking.

  Some of Sammy's smile disappeared at my serious tone. He just stared up
at me for a short while, not doing or saying anything. Finally, though, he
shattered that silence.

  "And if my dad wasn't here I'd be tearing your clothes off right about
now." he stated with a completely serious expression and tone.

  I think I may have went into a 2 or 3 second coma after those words sunk
in. I just stopped thinking for those few seconds. Finally though, I got my
whits about me, and said the first thing that came to mind.

  "You absolutely have to call me the next time your dad leaves the house!"

  After a whole second went by, Sammy cut loose with a full-body laugh. I
joined in about 3 seconds later, which was long enough for me to replay
everything we'd just said.

  "Oh man, that was good!" he panted while reaching both hands out for me.

  I took his hands in mine and he immediately pulled me down onto him, even
going so far as to wrap his legs around my waist. Without giving it any
thought at all, I settled right down until I had my groin resting right on
his. I think I was more on his butt then his crotch, but still, you get the
picture. We were missionary.

  I wiggled my groin around against him a little, but didn't want to seem
too aggressive, so I kept it playful.

  "May I kiss you?" I asked tentatively.

  He took a quick glance over towards his door, which was still halfway
open, then bit his lip when he looked back at me.

  "We're already pushing it aren't we?" he quietly asked.

  I was bummed a bit that he wasn't going to let me kiss him, but he was
right. Instead, I pressed my big, hard, cock into him a bit suggestively
and loved seeing how wide his eyes got when he felt my hardness down there.

   He smiled from one ear to the other, then poked me in the chest with one
of his girly fingers. "You are a very bad boy, Danny!" he playfully
scolded.

  "On the contrary, I'm being very well behaved right now, believe me." I
countered, grinding a little more.

  "Ok, you need to stop that right now before we can't stop."

  "God you feel good!" I practically growled, but pushed off him to sit
back on my heels.  My dick was a full 10 inches of solid hardness in my
shorts, to the point where it damn near hurt right now. Having a 10 inch
dick was great, believe me, but trying to keep it hidden was pretty much
impossible when it was hard like it was right now.  And in truth, I wasn't
worried about Sammy seeing my huge bulge, but if his dad were to come in
right now... Yeah, things would get ugly.

  Sammy sat up and looked right down at my tent, then shook his head with a
cute little lopsided grin. "We definitely need to get you some air." he
said. "Come on, I'll show you around the property, see if we can get you
calmed down a bit."

  I got off the bed with him, then took a couple seconds to pull my
stiffness up into my waistband so it was mostly out of sight, then followed
him out the door. He had just smirked as he'd watched me grope myself, but
come on, I had to do something with it, right?

  His dad was still in the kitchen when we went through, and he looked up
from his newspaper to give both of us a hard look as we hurried passed
him. I definitely lost my erection after that!

  "Ok, so that went well." Sammy said with a sigh of relief once we were
out on the patio.

  "God damn. Your dad isn't big or anything, but he's friggen scary all the
same." I said with a glance back the patio door.

  "I know, right?! Come on, I'll show you around."

  Sammy surprised me by taking my hand in his and leading me around his
place. The in-ground pool was awesome, of course, and was the highlight of
the tour. At least until we made it to their big storage building. As soon
as he pulled me inside and out of sight of the house, he turned to me and
then pulled me down into a deep, deep kiss, with lots of tongue and lots of
sucking noises. And I was hard in no time. Again.

  He finally pushed me away and gave me a huge evil grin as he backed off
two steps. "I'm starting to lean heavily towards coming to your party." he
teased.

  "Awesome!" I acclaimed with joy.

  "But I'm not quite there yet." he added, totally deflating my bubble of
joy.

  "Why? What's wrong?"

  "Danny, there's going to be other kids from school there, right?"

  I nodded.

  "Yeah, I thought so." he said with a soft sigh. "And what are the odds
that those other kids don't start some stupid shit with me? I mean, come
on, Danny, look at me. There's a reason why I don't have any friends."

  Oh man, in all my excitement about wanting him to come to my party, I
really hadn't given a single thought as to how the other kids might treat
him. I knew without thinking about it that they would most definitely pick
on him in some way.

  "Well, fuck..." I said after a second to think it over. "Maybe if you
went in boys clothes. Maybe..."

  "Yeah, you're starting to see things clearly now." he said when I'd
trailed off. "I had boys clothes on earlier today, did it make that big of
a difference for you?"

  I gave a great sigh of defeat. "No, I still wanted to dry-hump you."

  Sammy snorted back a laugh. "Pig!"

  I gave him a sad grin and just shrugged.

  "How about we have our own party." he suggested, stepping back up in
front of me. Damn he was short. "I mean, if you think there's some of your
friends that would be cool with me, in boys clothes or not, then maybe we
could have a get-together over here. We could go swimming, play some stupid
games. Whatever."

  It all sounded good, really good. "Shit, I think I'd rather do that then
have a party at my place." I said in all seriousness. "I haven't even
invited anyone yet, so there would be no one I'd have to call and
un-invite."

  "Seriously? You invited me first?"

  I grinned a bit in embarrassment but nodded.

  He just looked up at me for a couple of quiet seconds. "Buddy, if my dad
wasn't here..." he finally said with meaning.

  My heart skipped a beat as I finished his sentence in my head. "I am
totally going to jack off like crazy when I get home." I said in all
seriousness.

  Sammy snickered a bit before stepping just a little closer to me, right
into my personal space. He just stood there then, looking up into my eyes
with his head tilted just a little to one side, his own eyes sparkling in
the fading light streaming through the door behind me. I wanted so badly to
gobble him up right then, it wasn't funny.

  "Let's give this a few more days before we ask my dad." he suggested in
that sexy and very unique voice of his. "We need him to be cool with you
coming by to visit me, right?"

  I nodded as I tried to control my breathing. I was staring right at his
beautiful lips and couldn't look away.

  "Can I come back tomorrow?"

  He smiled up at me, then reached forward a little to brush his hand
across the massive bulge in my shorts. I actually gasped at the contact.

  "I'd be disappointed if you didn't." he softly teased.

  I gulped and trembled in my shoes. "W-what time?"

  "Hmm, probably better wait till he's home, so he doesn't think you're
here to fool around with me. Better make it after 4 to be safe."

  I gave a quick nod, then gasped again when he pushed a finger against my
bulge. "Now, lets be hiding that big-ass thing so we can leave the barn."
he said with an evil little smile.

  I nodded again, then reached into my shorts and pulled myself up and out
the top of the waistband again. Sammy had been looking down and watching me
do this the whole time, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't intentionally
pull my shorts out farther than was necessary, just so he could get a good
look at it.

  When I threw my shirt back over it again, he looked back up at me and his
eyes were big and sparkling.

  "We really need to leave the barn before I rape you." he breathed.

  I was absolutely sure he was serious, too, and to be perfectly honest
with you, I felt more than a little intimidated by the intensity of his
look. I don't think he even weighed 100 pounds but I knew without a doubt
that if we didn't leave right now our size difference wasn't going to
matter one damn bit.

  Gulping audibly, I backed towards the door like Sammy was some rabid
tiger or something. He followed me the whole way from only 3 feet away, and
that look never left his face.

  Jesus Christ! He really would rape me I think!

  Once in the safety of his back yard again, I started to breath more
normally and calm down a bit. Man, that had been intense! I took a few
tentative glances his way as we made our slow way back to the house, and it
wasn't till the third time I glanced over that I had sudden
realization. Every last second that I'd been in his company today, I'd
never once noticed his own excitement showing down below. Even now in those
stupidly tight yoga pants he had on, I couldn't tell at all where his dick
was. I was actually like looking at a big off-set camel-toe, really, which
was kind of exciting all on its own.

  Damn, he must be REALLY small down there if it's not showing in those
pants!

  From the smirk he flashed me I was pretty sure my last 'glance' didn't go
unnoticed. He didn't say anything about it, thank God. He just kept leading
me to the house. Stepping back into the kitchen, it was to the pleasant
smell of food cooking. His dad was at the stove in front of at least 3
different steaming pots and pans.

  He looked over his shoulder when he heard us come in.

  "Danny, you want to stay for supper?" he asked, taking both me and Sammy
off our guard. "I'm making a big batch of spaghetti. My own recipe, so I
can tell you with certainty that it's going to be good."

  I glanced at Sammy to see him staring open-mouthed at his father. "Um,
I'd have to clear it with my parents, but I'd love to stay. It smells
amazing."

  "Phone is right there on the wall." he said, pointing with a spatula,
then going back to his work.

  I glanced back at Sammy, but all he did was shrug with confusion written
all over his face. While I called home to clear it with mom, I watched from
the corner of my eye as Sammy walked up to stand next to his dad. He just
stood there and looked up at him without saying a word. Even after his dad
had looked down and gave him a quick wink, he just stood there with a
confused look on his face. Finally, though, I saw him say something too
soft for me to hear, but I read his lips easy enough all the same. He had
just said 'thank you' to his father, and I swear I could see his eyes tear
up from clear across the room. Not wanting to make a scene by intruding on
their private moment, I asked my mom a few lame questions to help stall me
from hanging up too soon.

  "Staying?" I heard his dad ask as soon as I hung up.

  "Yep, and thanks again for the invite." I said meaning it.

  "No problem." he said with a smile. "Like I said, any friend of Sammy's
is welcome here. Now, this is still going to take a good 20 minutes to
finish up, so, Sammy, why don't you take Danny to Brad's room and play on
the PS4 or something. I'll holler out when everything is ready."

  "Are you sure you don't need any help?"  I asked, taking a step
forward. I had no idea what to do in the kitchen, but offering my help
seemed appropriate.

  "Thanks, but I got this, Danny." his father said with a smile.

  Sammy reached out and touched his father's back as he stepped away from
him. I don't even think he realized that he'd done it, to be honest. There
was all kinds of emotions on his face as he led me out of the room and back
towards his own room. I remained silent because I kinda figured that's what
the moment called for.

  "So anyhow, I'm still trying to talk dad into getting me a PS4, too, so
Brad and I can go head to head." he said as we stepped into what I figured
was Brad's room. It was pretty much the same set-up as his own room was.

  "That would be cool." I said after taking a quick look around.

  "Yeah, our PCs aren't strong enough for gaming, so we have to settle for
split-screen in here if we want to go head to head. It kinda sucks playing
that way."

  I nodded in complete understanding. "Yeah I got an X-Box One. Couple of
friends do, too. We have a Lan party sometimes, but we all have our own TV
or monitor to play on so no one can cheat by screen watching."

  "Ugh! That is totally what we need here!" he said in exasperation, then
bent over to turn on the PS4.

  I gulped at the amazing view he was giving me right now. God damn his ass
was crazy hot! He looked back at me when he stood back up, then shook a
finger at me when he saw the reaction he'd had on me.

  "Keep it together, mister!" he warned with a knowing grin. "There will be
no more fooling around today. Not when dad seems to have accepted you so
soon."

  "Hey, I'm pretty likable I'll have you know." I said in defense.

  Both of his brows shot up at that and I had to snicker over his reaction.

  "Yeah, ok." I conceded. "But I have my moments."

  "You do have those, I'll grant you that."

  I took a seat on the floor at the foot of the bed, then looked up as
Sammy came over with both remotes.

  Pointing at my face, I asked straight-faced, "Can I offer you a seat?"

  Sammy sputtered out a quiet laugh and threw me my remote. "In your
dreams, buddy! In your dreams!"

  "You do way more than that in my dreams." I stated more to myself than to
him, but loud enough for him to hear anyhow.

  He merely smiled from ear to ear and took a seat beside me.

  "You ready for an ass-kicking?" he asked with a sideways glance my way.

  "The day you can kick my ass in anything is the day I kiss yours." I said
right away, like I'd been planning to say it the whole time.

  "Pff, sounds kind of win-win for you, though, doesn't it?"

  I turned and smiled hugely at him. "Yes."

  "Ass."

  "I am what I eat." I deadpanned.

  "Oh my God..." Sammy sputtered with humor. "I cannot believe you just
said that!"

  "I know, right? It's like you bring the best out in me."

  Sammy only giggled uncontrollably and started the game. We managed 2
games before his father called us to supper, and to my dismay, Sammy had
stomped the living shit out of me on both of them. I looked like a total
fucking noob in there compared to him.

  "Wow, thank God that's over." I said in dismay, tossing my controller
onto the floor in front of me and getting to my feet.

  Sammy bumped my shoulder and smiled up at me. "Yep, there will definitely
be some butt kissing to hand out here in the near future."

  I ran my hand through my hair. "Still, though, that was pretty
brutal. Did you have to humiliate me so bad?"

  He stuck his lower lip out in a cute little pout. My cock chose that
moment to stir to life again. "Hey stop doing that!" I whispered in sudden
panic. "You're far too cute when you do that! The last thing I want to do
is walk into the kitchen with a big-ass boner."

  Sammy snickered at my expense, then trotted up ahead of me with a quick
backwards look before rounding the corner and into the kitchen. I quickly
tucked my dick off to the side and followed.

  Supper turned out to be fantastic. Sammy's dad could really cook as it
turned out, and I found myself eating two helpings to Sammy's single, tiny
one. Jeeze, no wonder he stays so small. He barely eats!

  When supper was done, I helped clear the table, then said my good-byes to
his dad. We shook hands and then Sammy was leading me to the front
door. Once we were by ourselves out on the front porch, we turned to face
each other at the same time.

  "Thanks for having me over." I said, now feeling a little shy for some
reason.

  He nodded up at me, his eyes once more sparkling as he laid his hands
lightly against my chest. "Thanks for being a gentleman. I think it meant a
lot to my dad. I think he likes you."

  I felt an enormous amount of pleasure at hearing those words. "Let's
agree to never tell him how big of a dick I used to be, okay?"

  Sammy snickered. "Deal. Now kiss me goodnight, ya big dope."

  I bend down and kissed him again, and once more it turned incredibly deep
and passionate within seconds. We were only 13 and 14 years old, but I'd
lay down any amount of money that Sammy and I could give any movie star a
run for their money in displays of passion.

  "I've changed my mind," I managed to say between kisses. "I think I'll
jerk off two times instead of once."

  Sammy smacked my left peck and giggled. "Ass."

  "Oh my God I want yours so bad!" I growled, then shoved my tongue back
into this mouth.

  "If dad looks out the window and sees us he's going to kill you." Sammy
warned in a panting voice once we came up for air again.

  "Ugh! I may not even be able to wait till I'm home before I start."

  He giggled sweetly, then pushed me away. "Then get going, ya big dummy."

  I got on my bike and took one last look at him before pushing off. Try as
I might, I could see not one clue as to how Sammy could really be a
boy. Nothing about him showed any indication of that fact at all. I rode
home with speed, anxious as hell to lock myself away in my bedroom so I
could jack off like a mad man for as long as I could take it.


End of Part 2