The usual disclaimers: you need to be 18
This is a true story.
I am 17 yrs and 2 months, and in my second last year of High School. If you were to meet me for the first time, say, in the street, you would think that a 13 year old boy was walking towards you. I am a late developer. I stand 5 ft 1 inch, light brown hair (which makes me look young), smooth complexion, thin, an 80-pound weakling, nice smile. Girls do look at me and they smile.
I know they think I am cute; they also know my true age, and are probably thinking "how pathetic!" None of them have ever asked me to date them. Why would they: it would look like a woman going out with a kid.
My mother and I live in a two bedroom house; my room has two single beds, so if visitors come, I am the one who shares, or I sleep in the lounge. My mother works in a 24-hr cannery and often does the graveyard shift along with a dozen others. Production never stops. Hence I spend many night alone in the house. Am accustomed to this; it also allows for countless hours surfing the net and reading 'nifty.'
Our school often organizes sporting occasions, and when visiting teams arrive, they are billetted. My mother is also one to assist in practical ways, and she would always volunteer our home, or should I say, my room. I didn't mind this either, as it gave me a temporary brother. Being small in stature, it was always a bit of an embarrassment to have boys my age or younger share my room. When in the 8th Grade, I was pretty much like other 8th graders, so any differences were not major. However, I was now 17 and looking like a 13 year old (or less, depending on who made the judgment).
Members of a soccer team needed billets, so my mother volunteered to take one player as per usual. As our home was about a mile from the school, I walked home each day. After school, I went to the gym to collect my billet. Boy was I stunned when I was introduced to Blake. He must have been the most stunning of the entire team. Slightly taller than me, he has thick blond hair, a solid chest, squarish jaws, a huge mouth and smile, the most perfect set of teeth; thick thighs, square wrists, thick blond hair on his arms and legs...and definitely a guy that all girls would die for.
I could not take my eyes off his body for the entire walk home. With my mind occupied with 'wow' thoughts, I found it difficult to engage in any meaningful dialogue. My mother was about to leave as we arrived. She had our meal ready, made our guest welcome as mothers do, showing him where everything is, etc. "Must be off...Jon will meet any of your needs" said she as she departed in haste. (She was always rushing)
We ate, he unpacked, TV was the order of the evening. The subject of school emerged, and of course, 'what class are you in.?' When I said I was in Grade 11, he sat up in amazement. "I thought you were in Grade 8 like me!' he said. "You look like a Grade 8'er !"
"Yeah...' said I, "everybody I meet for the first time generally says something like that." "Sorry" "It's OK, I'm used to it."
We continued watching TV in silence, both somewhat embarrassed. I was more concerned in watching/llooking at his body, and even though he never made eyecontact, he must have known that. "Can I have a shower now? he asked. "Sure...let me show you where everything is." We walked into the bathroom and I explained how the hot water tap needed extra twists to bring on the hot. "Your mother won't be home all night, is that right?" he asked. "Yeah...she does the night shift this month...she won't be home until about 6.30am"
As I turned to walk out of the shower recess, Blake held his ground. He was standing right behind me, and did not move. This brought our bodies like two inches apart, our eyes met, nothing was said, I swallowed hard with a tinge of fear in my eyes, and noticed a tinge of excitement in his.
"Have you ever showered with someone else?" he asked. "NO...never" "Want to try?..I won't tell anyone...if you don't" came his mischevious reply. Before I could reply, he had stripped off his shirt to reveal the chest of a lifesaver. He began loosening his belt but stopped half way, and said: "Come on, take off your shirt." Before doing so, I asked: "How old are you?" "13" was his reply.
"When did you turn 13?" "In May this year" said he. (This was the month of October, so he was 13 yrs and 5 mths.
'How old are you then...if you are in Grade 11" he asked. "I'm 17" "And when did you turn 17?" 'In August this year. (This put me 3 yrs and 9 mths his senior)
He seemed mesmerized by my age as I was mesmerized by his body. He held up my arm and peered into my armpit, moving my shirt sleeve to gain a better view. "Don't you have any hair there yet?" he enquired. "No..." said I, in a barely audible voice. "Take your shirt off." I did as I was told. He held up my arm above my head and with his arm also raised, he put his armpit next to mine. A forest next to a smooth hairless pit ! "Wow" he exclaimed.."amazing, man."
He stepped back and loosened his belt, dropping his shorts to the floor, revealing a jock-strap that was completely filled and bulging. I wasn't making a move, but Blake walked up and placed his hand on my crotch. I didn't object, so he took it upon himself to loosen my belt and let the shorts fall. My boxers were now the only thing between his hand and my thin 4 incher. He felt for it, found it and gasped a gasp of surprise. Never having anyone ever touch me like this, I stepped back into the shower; Blake followed me in and there we were...in the shower! He held my 4 incher in his hand after dropping my boxers. He seemed mesmerized with my tiny penis and the little pubic hair that only made its appearance around March.
With his exploration over, he stepped a few inches back and looked at me as if to say, "well, it's your turn to feel me." I was slow in doing so, being more concerned to cover my shame. But he took my left hand and placed it on his bulge. I felt it all over, as it began to grow. I pulled at the string and out flopped what I came to later know to be 8.8 inches of monster meat. A side-by-side comparison brought out the sheer size and volume of his appendage. He had a man-size cock to my boy-cock and he was nearly four years younger.
part 2 later. If you reply, please tell me your age