AUTHOR'S NOTE
Whew. This is another really long chapter; sorry it took so long to get it posted. There are no sex scenes, yet. I was again torn between continuing to write until the first sex scene, thus prolonging the posting of the chapter even further, and posting what I have. I decided to post what I have. I hope you enjoy it, despite the lack of sex. I think you'll be able to see where it's headed.
Let me know what you think. This story doesn't feel as organic to me as Mr. A, so I look forward to feedback. Suggestions welcomed. Constructive criticism welcomed. Idiotic or abusive statements disregarded.
Since I don't get paid for this, communication and input from fans is what keeps me interested in writing. If it's possible to publish erotica like this and make money off of it, which I seriously doubt considering the content of this and the Mr. A stories, I would love to hear about it.
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old enough to read this, go away. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It will never happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of consensual sex between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life, however, are played by people aged 18 and over. If you are not interested in reading about this (or other male-on-male sex), STOP READING. This story is mine; don't steal it or post elsewhere without my permission. (That means I own it, and I have copyrighted it, in case you were confused.)
The next day, Nico, Drew, and Travis again sat together, and Gary and David joined them after the first bell rang. Mr. Faggi arrived just before the final bell.
From behind the podium, Mr. Faggi took attendance from the list on his iPad and then moved to stand in front of his desk. "If you have your signed policy sheets, please pass them to the front of your row."
Nico handed his form to Drew, who was rummaging through his backpack trying to find his own form, and looked up at Mr. Faggi. Today he was wearing jeans and a blue LMS t-shirt. Nico found his eyes drawn to Mr. Faggi's crotch and his very noticeable bulge. Nico had rarely seen his father and uncles wearing jeans, yet he couldn't help but be reminded of them when he looked at Mr. Faggi.
After the rustling of papers and opening of backpacks subsided, Mr. Faggi walked to the front of each row to collect the stacked up forms. Nico looked down at his desk and felt his face get warm. He was suddenly embarrassed that he had been mentally comparing Mr. Faggi's bulge to the bulges of his dad and other family members. Even worse, anyone around him might have seen him looking, and he wouldn't have realized it.
Mr. Faggi placed the gathered papers on the podium. "Today and tomorrow, we are going to watch a couple of videos. These videos will talk about puberty. They're not graphic, but they do show drawings and animations of male and female bodies. Any questions?"
Several of the boys shifted in their seats, a few cleared their throats, but no one raised his hand.
"Alright." Mr. Faggi inserted a DVD into the computer and turned on the projector. "Lights, please?" he said to one of the boys near the door. The room went dark, and the video started playing.
Nico thought back a few months to the questions the sixth grade video had aroused in him, the questions he hadn't dared ask his teacher. He hoped that this video would give him some new information, provide answers to at least some of those questions.
Nico and the rest of the class watched as the video outlined the five stages of puberty, from the increase in height and growth of pubic hair in the earliest stages to the increase in penis and testicle size and the deepening of the voice in later stages. A simple line drawing of a man changed as the narrator briefly explained the five stages, and an age range for each stage flashed on the screen. As the drawing morphed from one stage to the next, Nico noted the changes associated with each stage. He hadn't grown much in height, but his cock and balls had definitely increased in size. He had developed some long, soft hairs around the base of his cock and under his arms, but he had never had a wet dream, and his voice had never cracked. His development seemed to straddle several stages.
Nico glanced around at his classmates, wondering what was going through their heads. To Nico's right, Gary slouched lazily in his seat, his long left leg stretched out towards the desk in front of him. Unlike most of his classmates, Gary looked bored and unconcerned. Gary's lack of interest didn't really surprise Nico; Nico remembered Gary's comment about learning what he needed to know from the Internet.
Drew, who sat in front of Nico, was watching the video intently. Nico's quick, furtive glance in the bathroom the night before made him think that Drew was probably still in the second stage. Although Nico remembered thinking Drew had more hair under his arms and the same light blond pubic hair, it certainly didn't seem like Drew's cock had begun to increase its size.
After outlining the stages, the video proceeded to discuss the changes with more depth.
"One of the first outward signs of puberty will be a growth spurt. During this time, you may find that it seems you're getting taller every week, but you may also find that after growing a couple of inches one summer, you don't grow at all for several months or another year. Don't be discouraged." Nico nodded. He hadn't grown in several months, and thinking about Connor and Travis, he realized that some of his friends must not have grown much at all. Gary, on the other hand, seemed to belong to the "getting taller every week" group. He didn't tower over anyone, but he was definitely the tallest in the grade.
"During this time, you'll also start to develop a more masculine shape," the narrator said. "You'll find your 'baby fat' disappearing, and you'll begin developing muscle at a greater rate." Nico glanced at Travis and David, who were chubbier than his other new friends. He placed one hand on his flat, taut stomach.
"Another outward sign of puberty is the increase in the size of your penis and testicles." Nico had expected his classmates to react to this, but almost everyone was watching and listening intently. "There is no right or wrong amount of growth or right or wrong final size."
As the narrator explained the anatomy of the penis and the erection process, the animation switched to a side view. "Many teenagers and grown men worry about their penis size, but the fact is that nearly 70 percent of men have an erect penis length of between five and six inches." Nico had never measured himself before, but he suddenly found that he really wanted to.
"You will get erections even when you don't want them," the narrator said, "such as when you're in school. You won't understand why they're happening nor be able to control them." Nervous chuckles broke out around the room. It seemed everyone had experienced, or at least had a real fear of, such a situation. "You'll feel as if your body is betraying you, but it's completely natural."
"Nocturnal emissions, or wet dreams, are another fact of growing up which you have little control over," the narrator explained. "Once your body starts producing testosterone, it also produces sperm. A wet dream occurs as a result of the buildup of semen and sperm and is another natural process." Some of Nico's classmates squirmed uneasily.
"The release of semen and sperm is known as 'ejaculation,'" the video went on. "Ejaculation normally occurs when a man reaches an orgasm, but it is possible, especially in young men beginning puberty, to achieve orgasm without ejaculation."
The video went on to address the growth of body hair and the deepening of the voice as well as the development of body odor and acne.
As the end of class approached, Mr. Faggi paused the video and addressed the class. "I know that a video like this can't possibly answer everybody's questions. I also know that many of you might be embarrassed about asking your questions." He held up a box. "So we'll deal with questions anonymously. If you have a question, write it down and stick it in this box. After the video tomorrow, we'll open the box and look at the questions. You have the rest of the class period as well as the beginning of class tomorrow to write out and turn in your questions. Okay?" Mr. Faggi looked around the room to make sure everyone understood, and then he placed the box on his desk.
Nico let out a relieved sigh. "That's a relief," he whispered to Drew.
Drew whispered, "Definitely," but didn't turn around; he was hunched over his desk busily writing.
Nico looked around the room. Most of his classmates were writing in their notebooks. They tore out pages and folded them, both to conceal their contents and to make them easier to slip into the slit in the top of the question box. He had many questions, but for some reason, he couldn't commit them to paper. He turned his attention to the front of the room.
Mr. Faggi leaned against the desk with this legs crossed at the ankle. His arms were folded across his broad chest, and he scanned the room with his dark eyes. The sleeves of the blue LMS t-shirt gripped Mr. Faggi's upper arms tightly, and dark hair covered his forearms, quite unlike Nico's father. Nico again noticed Mr. Faggi's crotch, whose proud mound was made more evident thanks to the teacher's crossed legs. Nico found himself wondering what puberty had been like for Mr. Faggi and whether it had been anything like his own experience would be.
Mr. Faggi uncrossed his legs and stood up straight. His movement broke Nico's concentration, and when the 12-year-old looked up, he realized that Mr. Faggi was looking right at him. Nico blushed, both because Mr. Faggi had certainly seen him staring and because, even worse, his dick was hard. Nico willed his erection away while Mr. Faggi walked up and down the rows offering the question box to each student. Nico casually (he hoped) reached into his left pocket and grabbed his cock. He pulled it up towards the waistband of his underwear and shorts, as Gary had suggested, hoping that he could hide it with his shirt if it hadn't gone down by the end of class.
"Nothing for the box, Gary?" Mr. Faggi asked, stopping in the aisle between Gary and Nico's desks.
The left side of Gary's mouth turned up in a sly grin. "I think I got it, Mr. Faggi."
Mr. Faggi offered the box to Nico; his eyes dropped quickly to Nico's desk, and he noticed that the boy's paper was blank. Beneath the lip of desk, Mr. Faggi noticed Nico's tented shorts. He looked at Nico's face. Nico felt his face get warm again. Mr. Faggi flashed a grin at Nico and moved up the aisle to Drew, who shoved his folded paper into the box.
Soon, Mr. Faggi returned to the front of the room. "I'll have the box here tomorrow; if you think of any questions between now and then, feel free to write them down and put them in the box in the morning."
The bell rang, and the students quickly gathered their materials and headed to their next class.
Nico stood and put on his backpack. Then, before anyone noticed, he quickly pulled his shirt down to hide his erection, whose leftward arc strained against waistband of his shorts. He headed out into the hallway with his friends. "See you guys at lunch," he called to Gary and the others as he and Drew headed off to second period.
At lunch, Nico again sat with his new group of friends.
"How was math today?" Nico asked Travis.
Travis groaned. "We actually started learning today. It sucked. And we have homework."
Drew grinned. "Did she call anyone to the board? 'Cause, you know... some of us might not be able to handle that." He shot a quick look at Nico.
"Ugh. Don't remind me," Nico said, blushing.
"It's not a big deal," Gary said. "You saw the video. Shit happens, right?"
"You okay, Connor?" David asked. Connor was blushing deeper than Nico.
"Yeah," he said. "I just don't like talking about this stuff."
Gary laughed. "I take it that you didn't like PE today, then." Connor shook his head.
"Speaking of," David added, "neither of you put any questions in the box." He pointed to Gary and Nico.
"I just didn't have anything to say," Gary responded. "I think all my questions have been answered over the past year." He chuckled.
"I kind of wanted more time to think about it," Nico explained. "I didn't want to ask something stupid or something you guys had already asked." Nico looked at the other guys, hoping they would take the hint and reveal their questions.
Finally Drew said, "I asked about a couple of things, but I don't think I want to say them out loud like this. You guys might think my questions are weird."
"C'mon," Gary encouraged. "No one's going to say anything." Nico nodded agreement.
"Nah," Drew said. "I'll wait until Mr. Faggi talks about the questions tomorrow. If you guys don't get weird about any of the questions, maybe I'll tell you which ones were mine."
The bell rang, and the boys threw away their trash before heading to their lockers.
Nico's locker was on the bottom row, which he hated. He squeezed into the crowd of people at the bank of lockers and knelt down at his own. To his right and left he saw only the bare limbs of his classmates, male and female. A shadow fell across his face as the boy with the locker above his--an 8th grader--swung open the door and began to pull out his books. Nico shut his locker and twirled the combination lock. He shuffled back a little and looked up to make sure he wasn't in danger of hitting his head or bumping into someone as he stood.
To his right, a girl that Nico recognized from math class was performing the same ritual. Nico smiled at her, focusing on her dark brown eyes. He looked at the people surrounding them and shook his head in commiseration. She smiled back and brushed her brunette hair behind her left ear. They stood up, avoiding any collision with their classmates or the top lockers.
"It's like an obstacle course just to get your books," Nico said to the girl, who was taller than he. She laughed quietly and nodded, but didn't say anything. "My name is Nico," he said. "I think we have math together."
"I'm Elena," the dark-haired girl responded as they walked down the hall. "I remember seeing you in Miss Bartow's class yesterday. I don't think she liked you much."
Nico smiled wider. "I know! Nothing says welcome to your new school like getting yelled at on your first day."
"My class is this way," Elena announced, pointing to the left, as they came to the end of a hallway. "What do you have?"
"English," Nico asked, indicating the hallway to their right. "See you in math?"
Elena nodded and turned down the social studies hallway, holding her books to her chest.
After taking roll, Mrs. Harvey indicated a stack of paperback books on her desk. "We're going to read a novel called 'And Then There Were None.'" She held up the book. "It's a mystery novel written by Agatha Christie, and is regarded by many as not only one of her masterpieces, but also as a masterpiece of crime fiction in general. At the time, everyone was blown away by the ending." She picked up a pile of books.
Nico smiled. His mother had every Agatha Christie ever written, and this happened to be one he had read.
"Now, let's talk about what we're going to do as we read the book," Mrs. Harvey said, picking up a thick packet of paper.
"This is going to be really easy for me," Nico said to Drew as they left English and headed down the hallway towards math. "I've read it before, so I bet I can do some of the work just based on what I remember."
"Great!" Drew said. "That means I can copy yours and don't have to read it myself! "
"No way, man." Nico bent at the water fountain near Miss Bartow's room and drank.
"Ugh. I guess I'll just do my own work," Drew joked.
Nico stood up from the water fountain and turned to Drew. Drew smiled and fixed his gaze on Nico's face, struck by the bluish-gray color of his eyes. He had played it cool at lunch the day before when he had first looked into Nico's eyes to determine their color, but today he found himself staring.
Nico blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering together, and then cocked his head questioningly. "What?"
Drew looked away and blushed. Nico examined Drew. He liked the way Drew parted his straight, light blond hair on the left. Nico's own hair was a bit longer and quite wavy, so he had never managed the kind of look Drew had.
Drew faced Nico, and Nico for the first time noticed his friend's bright green eyes. Nico glanced away, and Drew realized Nico had been staring at him. "Nothing, Nico. Just got distracted."
"No worries. It happens to all of us, I guess!" Nico chuckled.
Drew's eyes lit up; he grinned stupidly and followed his friend into the room.
"Nico," Miss Bartow said as he passed her desk. Nico stopped and looked at her, startled. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The curve of her breasts hung over the desk, straining against her light blue button-up shirt.
Nico felt his 12-year-old cock start to harden as he stood in front of her. He swallowed hard. "Yes, Miss Bartow?"
"You may take your seat," she said to Drew, who had stopped with Nico. She waited until Drew moved towards to his desk and then fixed her dark brown eyes on Nico. "Am I going to have to move you? Or are you able to handle sitting next to the window?"
Nico tried to look only at her face, but his eyes flashed almost reflexively down to her breasts. His cock was growing heavy against his thigh. "I will remain focused today, Miss Bartow," he said quickly, eager to get to his seat, before his shorts developed a telltale tent.
She smiled at him and stood up. "Good. You may take your seat."
Nico turned quickly to go to his seat and bumped into Elena, causing her to drop her books.
"Crap," Nico muttered. "Sorry, Elena." He placed his books on Miss Bartow's desk and knelt down with Elena to help her pick up her materials.
"It's okay." Elena bent forward to collect her books.
Nico reached for one that had slid under Miss Bartow's desk; when he turned to hand it to Elena, he realized he was able to see down her shirt. He had noticed her chest earlier, but it hadn't meant anything to him. Now, seeing her olive skin contrasted with her white bra, it struck him that she had breasts. Breasts like Miss Bartow. Breasts like Mrs. Beck. Not as big, but just as real. It was going to be difficult to get to his seat without exposing his tent to the world.
Elena took the book from Nico. "Thanks."
Nico blushed and muttered an embarrassed "Sorry," not sure whether he was apologizing for bumping into her or staring at her breasts; she smiled weakly and stood up.
Nico stood and grabbed his books from Miss Bartow's desk in a smooth, quick motion. He brought the books down to his crotch, trying to hide his cock, which had risen from its position against his leg and was pushing against his shorts.
Drew watched Nico and Elena with a mixture of disappointment and excitement. He was excited to get a glimpse of Nico's tented shorts before the Italian boy tried to hide his boner; he was disappointed that Elena and Miss Bartow had brought it on. Nico HAD been looking at him in the hallway, though, so there was hope.
Nico took his seat and then slipped his hand into his pocket to adjust his cock the way he had done earlier. He grabbed the head and pulled his dick up towards the waistband of his shorts. A wave of pleasure rushed through his body, and he shuddered. He took his hand out of his pocket and pulled his polo shirt down, hoping to obscure his hard-on in a mass of fabric.
He grimaced at Drew, who was watching him from the next row. Drew gave Nico a supportive nod and whispered, "It's okay, bro. I don't think anyone noticed."
The final bell rang, and Miss Bartow went to the podium and explained that she had placed a copy of the textbook in the basket under each desk. She instructed each student to give her the number from the book as she took roll. Then, she stepped up to the board and began the lesson.
Nico focused on the lesson, but he couldn't help but notice the way Miss Bartow's white pants hugged her hips nor the way her ass looked when she stood on her tiptoes to erase the top of the board. His boner wasn't going away. She assigned homework, as had almost every teacher that day, but gave the students 10 minutes at the end of class to work on it in case they had questions. Nico worked intently, and by the time the bell rang, he had finally gone soft. He was about to reach into his pocket to adjust himself downwards, but stopped himself, afraid that he would reawaken his dormant meat.
Since the boys had homework, they returned to their lockers to pick up the books they needed before heading out to the parent pick-up line. After negotiating his way through the crowd, Nico headed down the hall to meet Drew and Travis, who had lockers near each other.
"So how was math today?" Travis grinned at Nico.
"Shut up," Nico said jokingly. "It was fine."
"Sure it was, once you got to your seat after running into Elena." Drew laughed.
"Shut up," Nico repeated, but grinned. "How come you guys never have this problem?"
"I do, believe me," Travis said, "just not as often as you apparently."
"And not as obvious," Drew added. His grinned and gave Nico a sideways glance.
The boys approached the pick-up line, and Travis headed to his mom's Volvo while Nico and Drew approached Mrs. Beck's Acura.
"Hey, boys," she said, as they climbed into the car.
"Hi, Mrs. Beck." Nico said. "Thanks again for the ride."
"My pleasure, Nico, and thank your parents for driving you guys this morning. It's nice to lounge around the house in the morning." She smiled into the rearview mirror. "I promise no awkward questions today."
"Thank God," Drew said.
Mrs. Beck smiled at her son. "So how was school?" And the rest of the ride was spent discussing classes and homework.
That night, Nico's parents came to his room to tell him good night. As they turned to leave, Nico said, "Dad?"
Mr. Cavalloni stopped at the door and nodded to his wife that she should go on. He turned to his son, "What's up, Nico?"
Nico blushed. Mr. Cavalloni smiled at his son and walked back to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You can tell me anything, you know that."
"Well, um, at school, I've been having these problems." He began slowly.
"What kind of problems?" Mr. Cavalloni asked cautiously; he had never known Nico to have trouble socially or academically.
"Sometimes," Nico breathed in and paused. Then, he blurted out, "I get hard when I don't want to. Like during class."
"Oh!" Mr. Cavalloni said, relieved. He should have been able to guess, since he remembered having the same problems around Nico's age. Unfortunately, he had not been able to have a discussion like this with his own father, who was a strict Catholic and did not encourage such talks.
"Well you know that's normal, right?" Mr. Cavalloni said.
Nico nodded. "I know that's what everyone says, like in the video about puberty or whatever, but I feel like I'm the only one. It's embarrassing."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me, Nico, it happens to everyone. Hell, sometimes it still happens to me!"
Nico grinned. "Really?"
"Really," Mr. Cavalloni assured his son. "Not very often, but sometimes. I'm sure your classmates are going through the same thing."
"Well, they said it happens to them," Nico blushed, realizing he had just admitted to his father that he had talked about boners with his friends, "but I've never seen it."
Luca Cavalloni smiled at his son again and patted his head. He was glad to know that Nico had made friends so quickly, especially friends with whom he was comfortable enough to talk about his body. He hadn't made any really close friends until high school. "It IS only the second day of school."
"Still..." Nico trailed off. He looked into his dad's face.
"What is it?"
"I feel like mine is super obvious, like everyone can see and is looking at it."
"Ahh. I see," Mr. Cavalloni said, realization again dawning late. He had discovered in middle school that his dick was noticeably larger than his friends'. His son, perhaps, had the same problem. "Well, perhaps yours is more obvious than others."
"That's real helpful, Dad," Nico muttered.
"What I mean is that not everyone develops the same or will end up the same."
"I know that."
"So you might be larger than they are right now."
Nico blushed again. He knew that was the case, at least with Drew, but it was weird to hear his dad say it.
"Look, I know it makes you embarrassed right now," I was too, Mr. Cavalloni thought, "but that'll change as you get older. By the time I got to high school, I didn't even think about it as a problem anymore."
Nico nodded, but didn't look convinced.
Mr. Cavalloni continued. "Now, one thing that will make your erections less obvious is to stop wearing boxers."
"What? Why?"
"Boxers are nice because everything can be loose and free, but that movement can be stimulating. Also, they're so loose that when you get hard, they can tent."
"Well, I only have boxers, Dad."
"You know the sliders you wear when you play soccer? You can wear those as underwear. Things won't be able to move around as much, but even if you do start getting hard, they'll hold things in place. No more tent pitching."
"I can't wear them forever," Nico said. "I don't have many pairs."
"We'll get you boxer briefs, which is what I wear. They won't hold everything as tightly as your sliders do, but they'll do a better job than regular boxers. Or we can buy you tighty whities."
"Oh no," Nico said, shaking his head. "Not those."
Mr. Cavalloni laughed. When he was a kid, everyone had worn briefs, but by the time he was in high school, almost everyone was wearing boxers. He had begged his mom for boxers, but she had refused, insisting that her sons would wear briefs just as their dad did. "I'll talk to your mom about buying you new underwear."
"Can't you just do it?" Nico asked. He didn't want his mom knowing about his problem.
Mr. Cavalloni looked at his son sympathetically. "Okay. I'll do it."
Relief passed through Nico's body. He smiled. "Thanks, Dad."
"Good night, son." Mr. Cavalloni kissed Nico on the forehead and walked out the door. Nico turned out the light and went to sleep.
The next morning, Nico followed his dad's advice and pulled on a pair of white compression shorts; they weren't as comfortable as his boxers. He stuck his hand down the front of the shorts and rearranged his cock and balls inside the pouch. Unlike his boxers, these shorts clearly showed the outline of his flaccid 12-year-old cock coiled over his balls. Nico hoped his dad was right about them being able to hide his erections, because they weren't hiding much else.
Mrs. Cavalloni dropped Nico and Drew at school, and the friends headed to class. Mr. Faggi was sitting at his desk with the question box open in front of him.
"Good morning, Mr. Faggi," Nico said as they passed him on the way to their desks.
Mr. Faggi looked up and smiled. "Good morning, Nico." He pulled a folded sheet from the box, read it, and placed it in one of the two piles of paper on his desk.
Nico and his friends chatted until the bell rang. Mr. Faggi stood to take attendance, and the room quieted down.
"Great questions yesterday," Mr. Faggi said, indicating the box. "Most of the questions that you guys put in the box were legitimate and not an attempt to be funny or inappropriate, which I appreciate. Before we get to those questions, we're going to continue the video, which will go on to teach you a little bit about what girls experience as they go through puberty and will also teach you a bit about sex and reproduction. Questions?" No one raised a hand. Mr. Faggi nodded. "Keep in mind that some places give students weeks of education about the stuff that we're trying to talk about just this week. We're only going to scratch the surface."
Mr. Faggi turned down the lights and started the video.
Nico and the other boys watched with fascination as the video explained the process their female classmates would go through. "Often, girls begin their growth spurts before boys, so you may see that in the early teens, many girls are taller than boys. Boys, however, tend to have greater growth over a longer period of time, which is why by the late teens, the girls no longer tower over their classmates."
"Like my sister," Travis muttered. Gary and Drew chuckled.
An animation of the growth of a girl's breasts showed on the screen; Nico felt his cock starting to harden and squirmed in his seat. His lengthening dick strained against his sliders, but was held close to his leg. Unlike previous days, Nico didn't feel as though his crotch had been turned into a peaked, cotton mountain.
He glanced to his right and saw Gary reach into his pocket. Gary grabbed the top of his hard dick and pulled it down and left, holding it in place, and reducing the obviousness of his tent.
"During puberty, girls also begin to menstruate," the narrator explained, and the boys glanced around at each other, silently agreeing that they would rather experience voice cracks, wet dreams, and spontaneous erections. Nico's erection eased back.
The video transitioned into the sexual reproduction explanation, and as it did so, diagrams of the male and female reproductive systems appeared on the screen. The boys had little or no familiarity with a girl's anatomy, and they watched with fascination as each part of the vulva--as well as the vagina, ovaries and uterus--was labeled on screen. Nico felt the blood rush back to his cock.
"As soon as a young man can ejaculate sperm and a young woman can menstruate, they are capable of producing children," the narrator intoned as the video showed the path sperm followed from the testes to the egg, "which is why it is very important to make smart decisions about sex."
By the end of the video, the boys had been thoroughly educated about the consequences of not practicing safe sex, from the risk of pregnancy to the spread of disease.
Mr. Faggi turned off the video. "No doubt you have even more questions than the ones you asked yesterday." He held up the question box again. "Write them down, and put them in the box at the end of class. For the rest of today and tomorrow, I'll do my best to answer your questions." He grabbed the stack of questions from the previous day and took his place behind the podium.
He read the first question, "The first question is about 'wet dreams.' If you haven't had one, don't worry. Most guys are around your age when they have a wet dream for the first time, but for some it's earlier or later, and some guys never have one. A lot of guys have their first orgasm from masturbation and never experience a wet dream." He looked around the room to see if anyone had questions. "And no, I can't explain masturbation to you."
Although Nico knew that he had started developing earlier than other guys his age, he hadn't ever had a wet dream, and he was glad to know he wasn't the only one. He did wonder, though, how many of his classmates had already reached that stage.
"I heard my older brother talk about jacking off and coming, what does this mean?" Mr. Faggi read the second question aloud. Gary chuckled; Drew and Travis blushed. Nico had heard his older cousins use those terms.
Mr. Faggi took a deep breath. "Okay, so 'jacking off' and 'cumming' are both slang terms for things you've already heard about. Jacking off just means masturbating. There are A LOT of different terms for masturbation, and no, I will not tell you what they are. Cumming just means reaching orgasm and ejaculating. The semen and sperm a guy ejaculates is often referred to as 'cum.'" Gary raised his hand. "And yes, Gary, there are a lot of other words for it, none of which we will share in class today."
Mr. Faggi glanced at the next question; it was about cock size. As he thought about what to say, the bell rang. "Okay, guys, put any new questions in the box, and we'll finish going over all of them tomorrow!"
A line had formed on the way out the door as several of Nico's classmates added more questions to the box. Nico looked at Mr. Faggi, who stood behind his desk with his hands on his hips. The way Mr. Faggi's polo shirt gripped his biceps and stretched across his broad chest reminded Nico a bit of his father, and he wondered if he could end up with a body like his teacher's. Nico again found his eyes drawn down, following the v-shape of Mr. Faggi's torso to his crotch. His teacher's bulge seemed bigger than usual. Did Mr. Faggi have the same problem with random erections that he and his friends did? But that didn't make sense, Nico thought. Sure, his dad had said it still happened, but wasn't that just to make him feel better? Besides, even his own boner had already subsided. Why would Mr. Faggi have one? Were unwanted boners going to be a problem forever?
The line moved forward, and Nico finally followed Drew out of the room.
By the end of the day, Nico was happy that his dad had been right about his compression shorts making his random erections less obvious; not once did he feel like his crotch had become a beacon, drawing unwanted attention to himself--not even when Elena had placed her hand on his back to get by him on the way into math class (and her breasts had grazed his arm). Compression shorts weren't very comfortable for all-day wear, unfortunately, and by the time he got home, he couldn't wait to change into a pair of loose-fitting boxers.
Mr. Cavalloni came into Nico's room that night carrying a shopping bag from a local department store. Nico was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. "How'd it go today?" he called over the running water.
Nico turned off the water and stepped out of his bathroom wearing boxers and a t-shirt. "It was good, Dad, but not totally comfortable. I couldn't wait to change into these," he indicated his boxers, which bulged slightly at the fly, "when I got home." He raised his hands over his head and stretched. The bottom of his t-shirt rose, exposing his flat belly.
Mr. Cavalloni nodded. "Understandable." He motioned his son to the bed and turned the bag over; several packs of boxer briefs tumbled out. "I bought several brands, because they don't all fit the same."
Nico hugged his dad. He felt awkward about the situation, but he was also relieved. "Thanks," he said.
Mr. Cavalloni held Nico back and looked into his son's eyes. "Of course, Nico. You're my son, and I would do anything for you. I'm just glad you felt comfortable enough to talk with me about it." He squeezed his son's shoulders. "And I hope you know you can talk to me about anything. No matter what."
Nico smiled broadly. "I know."
"Alright. Your mother and I will be up in a few minutes to say good night."
Nico slipped all of the underwear packages into one of his dresser drawers and got under the blankets just before his mom and dad came in to say good night.
The next morning, Nico looked through the underwear his dad had bought him. Not only were there different brands, but also different styles. Some had long legs, similar to his sliders; others were quite short, almost like briefs; others were similar in length to his regular boxers. He chose the boxer-length style.
Like his sliders, these didn't allow his endowment to hang and sway freely, so he reached inside them to arrange his cock and balls into a comfortable position. He looked at himself in the mirror, turning to the side to admire the bulge in his new shorts. Unlike regular boxers, the bulge wasn't because of the cloth; it was all Nico. He finished getting dressed and went downstairs.
After breakfast, Mrs. Cavalloni picked up Drew and drove the boys to school.
"Hey, Travis," Nico said, crossing the classroom to take his seat. "I didn't know you had a sister."
"TWIN sister," Drew interjected.
"Unfortunately. And she's way taller than I am," Travis grumbled.
"I've never seen her," Nico said.
"She goes to Collins Prep," Travis explained. Nico looked confused.
Drew explained, "It's probably the best private school in town and one of the best volleyball teams in the state."
"Apparently she's a really good volleyball player," Travis said. "If she ends up playing for their high school team, she'll probably get college scholarship offers. And the best way to make sure you play there in high school is to play there in middle school, so..."
Nico nodded. "That's cool. Why didn't you go, too, then?"
Travis shrugged. "My friends are here, so I told my mom I didn't want to go. I'll probably go for high school, though."
"That doesn't make sense. You'll still be leaving your friends, just later," Nico said.
"We're not supposed to go to the same high school, anyway, because of where we live, so I might as well go to a better school."
"Same here," Drew added. "My parents have kind of talked about having me go to Collins."
"Oh," Nico said. As far as he knew, his parents had never considered private school an option. They chose the neighborhood they did because it had a really good high school. He doubted there would be much chance of convincing them to pay for private school. "Well you guys suck." Nico grinned.
Drew grinned back. "I bet my mom could convince your parents to send you there."
Nico laughed. "She better start now, then! I don't think they're going to like the idea."
Mr. Faggi came into the room, then. Travis went back to his seat, and Drew turned to the front. Gary and David, who had followed Mr. Faggi into the room, took their seats. Mr. Faggi held up the box. "Any new entries before the bell rings?"
Nico pulled out a sheet of paper.
"What are you writing?" Drew asked, turning back around.
Nico placed his arm protectively over the paper to shield it from Drew's eyes. "You'll find out," Nico said. On the paper he wrote, "Do random boners ever go away? Or will I have them for the rest of my life?" He folded the paper in half and took it to Mr. Faggi. Nico grinned at Drew on the way back to his seat. A few other boys also added questions to the box.
The bell rang. Mr. Faggi took attendance and then picked up the stack of questions that he had sorted the day before. "We'll go through the box a bit later to look at the new questions," he said, stepping behind the podium.
"This next question came up a lot. It's about size, and I don't mean height or weight." He looked around to make sure everyone understood. "A lot of guys worry about their size well after they've finished puberty, so it's a big question. Pun intended." Several of the boys chuckled.
"Some of you asked when you would start getting bigger, and some of you asked if you were going to keep growing, and some of you asked how big you were going to get. And the truth is, there's no way for me to answer any of those questions with certainty. Sorry, guys.
"What I can tell you is this: don't focus on it too much. If you haven't started growing, you will. Just like some guys get taller earlier than others or have their voices change sooner, some guys get bigger before other guys. If you have started growing, there's no way to know how long you'll keep growing. Some guys grow throughout puberty; some guys grow all at once and stop. And there's no way to know how big you'll end up being. A lot of it is genetics and general health. I can tell you that research indicates that the average size is around 6 inches, just like the video said. If you're still worried about size, my best advice is to talk to someone close to you, like your dad or an older brother or cousin, or even your doctor. Believe me, we all know what it's like to be your age."
Nico hadn't measured his cock, so he wasn't sure whether he was average or not. He did know that his doctor had been surprised at how early he had begun to grow, and he matched up well to the illustrations from the video, but hearing an actual number gave him doubts. At the very least, he knew he was bigger than Drew.
Mr. Faggi paused for questions. He didn't expect anyone to raise his hand, but it had happened occasionally. He remembered how worried he had been at their age. His cousin Stefano had convinced him that they should compare, and even though Stefano was only a few months older, his dick had been much bigger. Mr. Faggi eventually caught up to and exceeded Stefano's size, so he was encouraging patience based on his personal experience, even though he couldn't tell the students that.
"Also, I want to point out that it's not unusual or weird to notice other guys when you're all changing together. Most guys automatically compare themselves to other guys, often without even realizing it. Just don't let it worry you too much, especially if you're comparing yourself to something only adults are supposed to see. The guys you see there are by no means average."
Mr. Faggi understood how readily available porn was thanks to the Internet. It was much easier to access than when he was growing up, and he used to have to sneak into his brother's room to read his Penthouse and Playboy magazines. He didn't think it made any sense to pretend that none of these boys had ever seen pornography.
Drew glanced sidelong at Gary, who sat with his arms folded, smirking. Nico followed Drew's glance. Had Drew and Gary watched porn?
Mr. Faggi picked up another sheet of paper. He cleared his throat; this was going to be another tough question. "This question is basically 'What if I'm gay?'"
Nico glanced around, wondering who might have asked it. A couple of guys were also looking around the room. Nico saw no one blushing, but he noticed some of his classmates were looking down or fidgeting uncomfortably. Drew, who was normally busily bouncing his leg or doodling on his paper, sat still.
"Unfortunately, this is again something I can't address too directly. The feelings about homosexuality are too disparate to actually talk about this very much. If you think you might be gay, there are a lot of people you can talk to. You can go to your parents, obviously, or to one of the counselors at school, or see me outside of class. Also, at your age, anything even remotely sexual will probably 'turn you on.' The person who wrote this question said he was 'turned on' when he saw his friend naked. It doesn't necessarily make the questioner gay. Remember the random erections they talked about in the video? It's the same kind of thing." Drew's right leg started its slow bounce.
"'Where can I get condoms?'" Mr. Faggi read from the next sheet of paper. "First off, I want to encourage you to WAIT to have sex until you're older, but if you're already doing it, or are planning to, it is important to use protection. No one should become a parent at your age. As for where to get condoms, your only real options are to buy them or to ask someone you know for them. We're not allowed to give them out at school. You could also try a clinic."
Nico couldn't imagine needing condoms already. Not that he wasn't curious about having sex, but he hadn't even jacked off, yet, or seen a girl naked. Who could possibly be ready for that? His first thought was Gary, who seemed to know more than anyone else about everything, but he hadn't seen Gary go near the box.
"How to have sex or masturbate and what the different kinds of sex are also came up frequently," Mr. Faggi continued. "You wanted to know the mechanics, really, like how to achieve orgasm or how to make a girl reach orgasm. I'm actually not allowed to tell you anything more than you already saw or heard in the video. That's another question for your parents. Sorry guys."
Mr. Faggi glanced at the clock. He had answered the questions he had already sorted, but class wasn't over, so he opened the box and pulled out a question. It was similar to something he had already addressed, so he put it aside and pulled out another. "Last question," he said. Nico held his breath. Was it his?
"This one is about those random erections I mentioned earlier, and that all guys your age struggle with. Basically the question is do they ever go away." Mr. Faggi chuckled a little. "Yes and no. An erection is a reaction to a stimulus, which can come from just about anywhere--something you see, something you think, something you touch. Basically, if you encounter something or someone that turns you on, you're going to get an erection, or at least a partial one. What's hard," the boys laughed, "difficult, I mean, right now is that it seems that ANYTHING can give you an erection, and you just don't know why. As you get older, you'll find that different things arouse you, and that you don't get aroused as easily as you used to. Will your erections ever be confined to ONLY the times you want them? Maybe."
"Ugh," Nico said under his breath. Drew turned his head slightly.
"Tomorrow, we'll have the locker-room orientation, and I'll assign your lockers. If I come across any other questions in here that I think we should talk about, we'll do that, too. And please, if I didn't answer your question completely, see me privately. Even if it's something I can't specifically tell you about, I may be able to point you to the right resources. Okay?" Nods and murmurs of "okay" circulated around the room.
Drew turned around. "Was that your question?" Nico nodded. Drew laughed.
"It's not funny," Nico said, but was grinning. "It can be a problem for some of us." The bell rang, and the boys stood to pack their materials and leave.
Drew slipped his notebook into his backpack. "Stop worrying about it! You seemed to have it under control yesterday...," he paused, "even in math class." Travis chuckled.
Nico punched Drew in the arm. "Yeah, because I was wearing my sliders," he said quietly, putting on his backpack. "They kept everything in place!" Travis and Drew laughed.
"Ahhh, I see," Drew said. "Today too?" He made an obvious glance at his friend's crotch, as if to continue the joke.
"No. Too tight. I was really uncomfortable by the end of the day."
"You gotta chill about it," Gary said. "It really does happen to all of us. Freaking out about it isn't going to make it go away."
"True, true," Travis agreed.
"Yeah, well, like I said before, I've never seen it happen to you." Nico was pretty sure he had seen Gary get hard during the previous day's video, but he didn't want to say so and be wrong.
Gary laughed. "Then you weren't paying attention yesterday!"
Nico grinned. He was somewhat relieved to know he hadn't imagined that Gary had the same reaction as he had, and that it had been noticeable. He was also encouraged by Gary's nonchalance.
As the day went on, Nico realized that the boxer briefs did not work as well as the sliders, although they were certainly better than regular boxers. He found that his soft cock slipped easily down the leg of the shorts when he walked, which caused the same kind of friction his boxers did. Still, when his cock began to harden, it no longer popped up as it had in his boxers; it was held in place against his thigh.
Nico was pleased that for the second day in a row, he had been able to make it through the day without panicking over his crotch, but math presented him with a new difficulty. It was a given that at some point during math class he was going to get hard, or at least start to. Between Miss Bartow and Elena, it was basically impossible for him control it. The legs of his boxer briefs had stretched throughout the day, and they no longer fit snugly on his thighs. When he sat down, he felt the cloth ride up, much as his boxers would have done. His soft cock still rested against his left thigh, so he didn't think much of it.
Then Miss Bartow leaned over her desk to make sure she had correctly written a problem from the textbook on the board. Although her shirt wasn't low-cut, Nico was positive he could see the tops of her breasts; his cock started to grow. It lengthened along his thigh, so there was no tent, but his cock head popped out of the leg of his boxer briefs. The leg of his shorts rubbed against the corona of his cock head, and Nico shivered.
"Oh God," he thought, and sat up straight, causing his head to rub the cotton of his cargo shorts. A shock of pleasure rushed up his spine; Nico closed his eyes and shuddered again. He coughed to prevent a moan from escaping his throat.
Drew looked over at Nico's sudden movement. Nico realized he was drawing too much attention to himself, and the last thing he needed was Miss Bartow to call him out. After she turned back to the board, Nico pulled down on the legs of his cargo shorts to adjust his underwear so that it once again covered his entire 12-year-old dick.
Nico began to take copious notes to distract himself, and he worked studiously through the problems and examples that Miss Bartow provided. Soon, his hard dick retreated back to its soft size, and he was able to relax.
The bell rang, and Nico opened his binder to put his work away. His eyes fell on his ruler; he pulled it off of the binder rings and examined it. He placed his thumb at the bottom of the ruler and spread his fingers until the tip of his middle finger reached the six-inch mark. He lifted his hand and looked at the space between his thumb and middle finger. Would his cock fill that space?
"What are you doing?" Drew asked, startling Nico.
Nico quickly put the ruler back into his binder and closed it. "Nothing," he answered, trying to sound natural.
"Yeah, I checked it out earlier, too," Drew said.
Nico looked into Drew's smiling face and relaxed. "I don't know what you're talking about," he joked. They both laughed and headed out the door.
Drew's locker was down the hall from Nico's, so the friends went separate directions and agreed to meet at Drew's locker, which was closer to the exit. After he left Drew, Nico saw Elena ahead of him and hurried to catch up with her. They talked and joked as they walked to their lockers.
Nico and Elena paused near the mass of people at the lockers. "There's an opening. I'm going in," Nico joked, and pushed his way into the throng. He knelt in front of his locker, twirled the combination lock, and took out the books and notebooks he needed for that night's homework. To his right, he saw that Elena had made it to her locker. She was on her knees, filling her backpack.
A boy with a top locker near Elena kept glancing down at her as he took his books out of his locker and put them into his bag. He shut his locker, but didn't put on his backpack. Instead, he turned around, holding the bag in front of him to cover his crotch. Nico realized that the boy was trying to hide a boner. Nico knew how the boy felt, and he knew that if he had the same view of Elena, his cock would betray him as well. Maybe the bottom locker wasn't so bad.
Nico headed off to meet Drew, and together with Travis they walked to their cars.
On Friday morning, Nico decided to bypass the trunk-style shorts entirely. If the regular length boxer briefs were problematic, he was certain that the shorter ones would be as well. Instead, he dressed in a longer pair of boxer briefs. These provided the same look and support as the others, but they gripped his thighs more securely, so hoped there was less chance of them riding up. He adjusted his soft cock and balls inside the pouch of the shorts. He placed his hand on his crotch, cupping the bulge in his underwear. His pre-teen cock began to lengthen, stretching against the fabric of his shorts. He felt the urge to keep his hand in place, holding his hardening cock.
"Nico!" his mom called from downstairs. "Breakfast!"
Nico took his hand from his crotch and looked at himself in the mirror; the outline of his semi-hard dick was evident down the left leg of his underwear. He blinked several times to clear his head and to refocus on getting ready for school. Nico quickly dressed and headed downstairs. By the time he sat down for breakfast, his chubby had receded to its normal soft size.
At school the next morning, there was a sign on the classroom door directing the students to meet in the locker-room. Nico and Drew waited for Travis to arrive, and the boys went to the locker-room together. The first thing Nico noticed when he entered was the smell. It was musty, slightly pungent, but not overpowering. It reminded him a little of his hamper, when his soccer kit had been in there too long before getting washed. The room was cool and dry, thanks in part to the concrete floor, but that wouldn't last long once it was full and the showers were going.
The three friends walked the length of the locker-room, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Twelve banks of lockers faced each other in pairs; a long wooden bench lay between each pair. Each bank held 28 lockers, 14 on top and 14 on bottom.
"I hope I don't get a bottom locker," Nico said, remembering the scene between Elena and the neighboring boy the day before. It would be embarrassing to get an erection and have someone with a bottom locker notice, but that was better than being the one doing the noticing.
To the right of these lockers, Nico and the others noticed another group of lockers that had been separated from the rest by what appeared to be a tall chain-link fence with a locked door.
"Those are the lockers for whatever team happens to be in season. Right now it's football." Mr. Faggi said, stepping out of the office next to these lockers. A large window in the office wall faced the last row of lockers.
"When will soccer start?" Nico asked, walking towards his teacher.
"Late October." Mr. Faggi motioned to the last row of lockers. "You guys can take a seat over here while we wait for the others."
Nico, Drew, and Travis sat together on the bench. There wasn't much space between the bench and the lockers, Nico noticed. It was easy to reach into a locker from the bench.
As other students arrived, Mr. Faggi called hello and motioned for them to move down to the last row. Some students walked in confidently, while others looked around diffidently, overly cautious. Realizing the row was going to get crowded, Nico moved to the back and leaned against the wall; Drew and Travis joined him, as did Gary when he arrived. Soon, the small area was packed with 12- and 13-year-old boys. It wasn't as cool as it had been before; Nico felt rivulets of sweat run down his spine.
Mr. Faggi carefully went over the rules of the locker-room, which included no horseplay or roughhousing, no running, and no teasing or bullying.
"Now for the showers." Mr. Faggi led boys to the shower room at the back of the locker-room. There were 20 showers, each with wide, waist-high privacy walls on their sides. Each shower faced another of the same design, so the partitions provided little privacy, except from neighbors.
"There are 20 showers," Mr. Faggi said, "and there are 19 of you, so it may get crowded in here. The shower is not a playroom, and you won't have much time at the end of class to shower and dress for your next class, so don't waste time. I won't write you a tardy pass because you didn't use your time wisely."
"Are showers required?" David called out.
"Not exactly," Mr. Faggi said. "Showers are strongly encouraged. This is the first class of the day, and I promise that you and everyone around you will be happier if you don't smell all day long. Girls don't really like smelly guys." The boys laughed. "Remember, increased body odor is a natural part of growing up, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't do something about it."
Mr. Faggi indicated two dispensers that had been mounted on the wall of each shower. "You can use the soap and shampoo that's here, or you can bring your own."
"Where do we put our towels?" one student asked.
"And our glasses," another student added.
Mr. Faggi pointed to a small bench attached to the end of each partition. "Towels, glasses, a change of clothes. The edge of the partition is also far enough away that the shower spray won't hit anything you put there."
David looked around the room. "So pretty much everybody can see everything," he said.
Mr. Faggi nodded. "I'm not saying it's a perfect system, but it's a common one, and it's what we have to work with here. It's not as bad as it seems; you'll quickly get used to it. Try not to be too anxious, and try to be natural. If you act awkward, it will feel awkward."
The boys followed Mr. Faggi back to the locker-room. "I'm going to assign you locks, lockers, and a gym uniform. Yes, you have to wear the gym uniform every day. If there's a day when you don't have to wear it, I will let you know the day before. Remember: for your grade, you must dress out and be ready to participate and work every day."
The boys lined up alphabetically along the wall. One-by-one, each boy received a pair of navy blue mesh athletic shorts and a matching t-shirt emblazoned with the LMS logo and the words PHYSICAL EDUCATION. Mr. Faggi also gave each boy his locker number and lock.
The 19 boys were spread out among the last three rows, so no row was too crowded. Nico walked to the last row and found his locker; it was on the bottom. Drew, whose locker was on the same side as Nico's, but slightly closer to the wall, was in his row.
"How'd you manage to get a top locker?" Nico asked.
"Lucky, I guess. Mr. Faggi said they were random."
"Hey, hey," Gary called, sauntering into the row. "Looks like I'm here, too." Gary's locker was on the opposite side of Drew and Nico's.
"Cool," Nico said and smiled. Nico's smile faded when Gary reached up and opened the door to his locker. "You got a top locker, too?"
Gary grinned. "Yep. I was originally assigned a bottom locker, but I asked for a top one since I'm the tallest. Mr. Faggi switched me with Travis."
Travis and David soon appeared.
"No way was this completely random," Nico said. "How'd we all end up in the same row?"
David shrugged. "Maybe the rows weren't random, but the lockers themselves were? It kind of makes sense to try to put people who are friends together. Make use feel more comfortable."
"We should have at least one more, right?" Gary asked. "I mean, 19 guys, three rows, that's at least six per row, right?"
"And you said you were bad at math," Nico teased.
"No teasing!" Drew called out. "That's one of the rules!" He chuckled.
"So is no hitting." Nico punched Drew in the arm.
Drew playfully shoved Nico, and the boys began grappling. Nico pushed Drew back towards the wall. Their bodies were pressed together; Nico felt Drew's hard cock press against his thigh, but ignored it when he realized his own dick was also getting hard. Nico panicked. He was about to step back when Drew threw up his hands. "I give! You're stronger than I thought!" They all laughed.
A few minutes later, the last member of their row stepped in. Nico recognized him from class, but couldn't remember his name. He had a top locker on the same side as Gary and Travis.
"Hey, Matt," Gary said. "Have you met Nico? He just moved here from Colorado."
"Hey, Gar," Matt replied. "Nope. I recognize him from class, though." Matt reached across the bench and shook Nico's hand.
"Nice to meet you," Nico said.
Matt was about the same height as Nico. He was skinny, like Gary, but had a firm handshake. His straight black hair was a bit longer than Nico's hair and was combed to the right with a part on the left side.
"Matt plays baseball with me," Gary said.
"Okay, this is not cool," Nico said when he saw Matt open his locker. "You, me, and Drew are about the same height, and you both get top lockers, but I get a bottom locker? Gary's taller, so I get that..."
"Okay, stop whining already," Drew said. "Want to switch?"
Nico brightened. "Do you think we can?"
"Probably. We'll ask when he gets here."
The boys could hear Mr. Faggi going around to each row, checking on the students to make sure there were no problems with their lockers or locks.
"Do you think Drew could switch lockers with me?" Nico asked when Mr. Faggi reached the last row.
"Sure, no problem, Nico," Mr. Faggi said. He made the change in locker numbers on his iPad.
"Yes!" Nico said excitedly. "Let's switch." Nico grabbed the stuff out of his locker. Because there wasn't much room in front of each locker, Nico had to squeeze behind Drew. His soft cock pressed against Drew's ass; Drew tensed, and his spine tingled, but Nico, still excited about the move, didn't notice.
Drew moved his stuff over to his new locker and looked to his left; he had a clear view of the crotch of Nico's khaki shorts.
Mr. Faggi walked back to his office door and called to the boys. Nico's row quickly filled again.
"You are responsible for bringing your own towels, for keeping your locker clean, and for keeping your gym uniforms clean. That means you should take your stuff home at least once a week to have it washed, and probably more often. If your clothes are too smelly, I will not let you dress out, and that will affect your grade. Understand?" He looked around; several boys nodded their understanding, but most were staring blankly. "If you want to purchase additional uniforms, we can do that, too. Talk to your parents about it."
He paused for questions. "Now, I know that you already put your uniforms in your locker, but you actually need to take those home tonight to make sure that they fit. Not all of your parents provided us with sizes, so I had to make a guess. If the clothes are too big or too small, we'll exchange them on Monday morning. You WILL be dressing out on Monday morning, which means don't forget to bring your uniform back and don't forget to bring appropriate shoes."
The bell rang. "If you there are no questions, you can go." The boys rushed out of the locker-room.
Mrs. Beck, wearing a tank top and sports bra, was waiting outside as usual at the end of the day. Locks of hair had escaped her hastily pulled together ponytail. "Sorry for looking like a mess, boys," she said as they got into the car. "I was cleaning the garage and time got away from me."
Nico stared at the way the tank top clung to her breasts; from his position in the back seat, he could see just a little of the side of her right breast. Her long, tanned legs stretched out from her rather short shorts. Between the vibrations of the car as it bounded along the road and his view from the back seat, Nico had no hope of controlling the blood that rushed to his crotch.
His boxer briefs did their job. They had remained in place all day, and as his cock grew for the umpteenth time that day, they held it in check. If he had worn regular boxers, he knew his dick would be trying to rip through the left pocket of his shorts. Nevertheless, he leaned forward, trying to conceal his hard-on even better.
"Can Nico spend the night tonight?" Drew asked his mom.
Nico was surprised by the question. They hadn't talked about it at all, but he was certainly up for more video games and swimming.
"I don't think so," Mrs. Beck said. "Your father just got back from his trip, and he wants us to go out to dinner together and have some family time this weekend."
"Ugh. Family time," Drew groaned. "I'd rather hang out with Nico."
His mom laughed. "Sorry, honey. Maybe next weekend?"
"I can ask my parents," Nico said.
Mr. and Mrs. Cavalloni readily agreed to allow Nico to spend the following Friday night at Drew's house. They hadn't had a night to themselves since the move, and they had both been quite busy with classes, so they were looking forward to an evening alone. Before dinner Friday night, Nico and his dad decided to go on a bike ride.
After changing, they met in the kitchen, where Mrs. Cavalloni was busy preparing dinner. The two Cavalloni men were similarly dressed; both wore white t-shirts, and the very bottom of their compression shorts peeked out from the legs of their athletic shorts. Nico, of course, was still several inches shorter than his father and not as broad or muscular.
"Wow," Mrs. Cavalloni said. "You two look more and more alike. You're really growing up," she said to Nico. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Nico's face got hot.
"Where's mine?" Mr. Cavalloni teased.
Mrs. Cavalloni grinned. "You're already grown up!" She stepped up and kissed her husband on the lips, placing her hand in the middle of his wide, flat chest.
Nico looked over at his parents and smiled. He knew many people, both friends and relatives, whose parents were no longer together. It made him happy to see that his parents still loved each other.
Mrs. Cavalloni broke the kiss and stepped back. Nico's dad covertly grabbed his crotch and adjusted himself. Nico noticed the swift movement; was there a bigger bulge in his dad's shorts?
"Get going. I'm not going to keep dinner warm if you're late." Mrs. Cavalloni swatted Mr. Cavalloni on the ass, and her husband and son headed out for their ride.
After about 30 minutes of hard riding in the hills of their neighborhood, Florida's late summer heat and humidity drove Nico and Mr. Cavalloni home. They put up their bikes on the hooks in the garage and headed inside to the kitchen.
Nico welcomed the cool blast of the air conditioning on his hot skin. His nipples hardened under his sweat-soaked t-shirt, which clung to his chest and stomach. He was about to grab his shirt to pull it away from his body when he glanced over at his dad and saw this dad's dark nipples were just as obvious. He felt reassured, and let his hand fall to his side.
"Dinner's almost ready," Nico's mom called to them from the living room.
Mr. Cavalloni opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He tossed one to Nico. He twisted the cap off the other and brought the bottle to his mouth; his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he gulped down the water.
Nico watched his dad. He couldn't help but notice the way his arms flexed against the sleeves of his t-shirt, the way his sweaty shirt clung to his flat stomach, showing just a hint of a six-pack. Nico hoped that even if his body didn't turn out like Mr. Faggi's, he would at least look as good as his dad. Nico put the bottle to his mouth and drank.
Mr. Cavalloni pulled the bottle from his lips and let out a contented sigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at his son. Nico was taller than he had realized, and his clingy shirt showed that any residual baby fat was melting away and being replaced by muscle. Sure, Nico had talked to him about how to handle his random erections, and over a year ago the doctor had told them Nico was entering puberty, but those weren't things he had observed himself. He could actually see these changes, and for the first time, he really noticed how right his wife had been about their son growing up.
Nico noticed his dad looking at him. "What?" he asked. "Do I have something on me?" He ran his hand over his face, and then checked his stomach and shorts.
Mr. Cavalloni laughed. "No, son. I was just realizing how right your mom was about how quickly you were growing up."
Nico blushed again. Was he wearing a sign that said, "Please tell me all about how my body is changing and how you can tell?"
Mr. Cavalloni put his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed. "Look, I've told you before, and I'm telling you again: if you want to talk to me about anything, you can. I really mean anything. I know you've learned some stuff at school, but sometimes they can't tell you everything you want to know, or there may be things you don't want to ask there. Just," he paused, "come to me."
Nico didn't respond.
"Or you could ask your mother," Mr. Cavalloni teased.
"Oh God, no," Nico said, and they both laughed. Nico's tension melted away.
"We better shower before your mom yells at us." They went up stairs and cleaned up for dinner.
Saturday morning, Nico and his parents headed to the city's recreation fields so that Nico could register for the recreation soccer league. Mrs. Beck had told the Cavallonis that most of the players on the school's soccer team also played for the rec league, or the City United Football Club.
They entered the field house and approached the reception desk. A college-age girl with shoulder-length brown hair and tan skin greeted them. "How can I help you?" She wore a rather tight CUFC t-shirt, which showed off her flat stomach and small breasts.
"We'd like to sign up for soccer," Mrs. Cavalloni said.
"No problem," the girl said. "Let me get the coach."
A few minutes later, the coach for Nico's age group came out from the back office. He was taller than Nico's dad by several inches, but had a slighter body. Messy reddish-blond hair matched his ruddy complexion. "I'm Coach Jamie," he said, his British accent taking the Cavallonis by surprise. He extended his hand.
Mr. Cavalloni shook Jamie's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Luca Cavalloni. This is my wife Dani, and this is my son Nico." Jamie shook each of the Cavalloni's hands in turn. "I take it you named the soccer team?"
Jamie laughed. "Yes, I did. We call it football where I'm from, as you might have guessed."
Mr. Cavalloni grinned. "I figured. My parents always called it football, but growing up, I got in the habit of calling it soccer as my friends did."
"I see you're already dressed to play," Jamie said to Nico, who had worn his soccer kit, just in case he had a chance to play.
"Can't wait to start playing," Nico said. "I hope to play in school, too."
"Good man," Jamie said. "What grade are you?"
"Seventh," Nico said.
"Oh yeah? Where do go?"
"Lee."
"That's great!" Jamie exclaimed. "I'm the coach there during their season. Most of my players your age are from Lee, but I have a few from other schools."
"Cool," Nico said. He had been worried that being a new student at Lee might work against him when try-outs started, but if he could prove himself to Coach Jamie on the rec league, then try-outs would be easy.
"What position do you play?"
"Pretty much anything," Mr. Cavalloni answered with pride before Nico had a chance to speak.
Nico blushed. "I've played just about everything except goalie."
Jamie laughed. "So you're pretty good, huh?"
Nico shrugged.
"Well, what do you like to play?"
Nico grinned broadly. "Striker, definitely."
Jamie looked Nico over and nodded. The boy looked fast, and he had probably been dribbling and kicking since he could walk.
"Sounds good. Let's get everything squared away." Jamie led the family to a nearby table and talked them through the paperwork they had to fill out in order for Nico to be able to play. He also gave them a practice and game schedule. "Nico will have to get a physical before he can practice or play."
"That might be a problem," Mrs. Cavalloni said. "We just moved to town, and the first appointment we could get with Nico's new doctor is a few weeks away."
Jamie handed her a paper with a list of clinics on it. "These clinics will do sports physicals on short notice at the beginning of the school year. Some are geared towards lower-income families without insurance, but they'll see you."
"Thanks," Mrs. Cavalloni said, looking over the list. She was pleased to see that the clinic where Nico's primary care physician worked was on the list. "I'll see about getting a sports physical appointment."
"Great! Just bring the form with you to practice, and we'll be set."
Everyone stood and shook hands. "Can't wait to see you on the field, Nico," Jamie called as the family walked out the door.
"Want to kick around a bit?" Mr. Cavalloni asked. He wasn't dressed for play as his son was, but he was wearing shorts and tennis shoes, so he felt that he was mobile enough. He grabbed a ball out of the car, and the three headed to a clearing.
For the next hour, Nico practiced dribbling, passing, and shooting with his parents. Finally, his mom declared that it was time to head home for lunch.
"Alright, smelly," Mrs. Cavalloni said when they walked inside. "Go take a shower."
"Hey!" Nico replied. "It's not like you guys smell that great, either." They laughed.
"He's right," Mr. Cavalloni said, sniffing his arms. He stepped up to his wife and put his arms around her waist. "Whew. You could use a shower, too," he teased his wife. She turned around and playfully punched his chest.
"Fine, fine," she agreed. "Showers for everyone." They went upstairs.
Nico sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his cleats and socks. He headed to his bathroom and tossed his damp socks into his hamper. His grass-stained, sweaty shorts and shirt soon joined them. He stood in front of the mirror in his compression shorts. His soft cock, recovering from exercise shrinkage, curved down his left thigh where he had arranged it that morning. His sliders were definitely the best thing for holding and supporting his cock and balls, but they weren't as comfortable as his boxers or even the boxer-briefs he had started wearing.
Nico lifted his arm and sniffed. He made a face. Any thoughts he had entertained about not using the showers after gym class vanished from his mind. The hair under his arms was dark from sweat, but still thin and wispy. His legs were hairier than his arms, but the hair was camouflaged by its blond color. He pulled down his compression shorts, freeing his flaccid cock and smooth ballsac.
Lifting his cock, Nico examined his crotch for signs of hair growth, and was disappointed that he looked no different than he had earlier in the week: some long, thin blond hairs around the base of his cock. He let his cock fall and cupped his balls, pulling them up. He bent down to examine them--still hairless. He didn't know what kind of change he had expected to undergo in so few days, but he did know that it seemed strange that his dick hung so low while his crotch and balls were still smooth as a child.
Blood flowed into Nico's 12-year-old cock, causing it to grow chubby; it felt heavy against his thigh. Nico looked down and touched his dick, running his fingertip through his pubes and tracing the base of his cock. He watched his cock twitch and lengthen. He pressed harder against the root of his dick; he shuddered. Then, the sound of the water running through the pipes to his parents' bathroom broke his reverie. He blinked and turned to his shower. He climbed in and closed the curtain.
Nico scrubbed the sweat, grass, and dirt from his body and washed his hair. He stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. He put on deodorant, which had suddenly appeared in his bathroom one afternoon earlier in the week. He saw his gym uniform on the floor of his closet and decided to try it on.
He stepped into the mesh athletic shorts and pulled the t-shirt over his head. Nico wasn't wearing underwear, and when he looked down at the shorts, he saw that he could easily trace the tube of his cock as it snaked down the leg of the shorts; his cockhead was visibly outlined in the dark fabric. He liked the way he looked, but he didn't dare chance gym class without his compression shorts. He felt a sense of pride in the way his dick showed in the shorts, but he knew it wouldn't be appropriate in gym class. Plus, he didn't like the thought that he might flop out in public or experience unwanted hard-on in the shorts. He needed something that he knew would keep him in place and under control, and in these shorts his boxer-briefs were not up to the challenge.
He changed into a pair of cargo shorts and put on a different shirt. He hadn't heard the water in his parents' room go off, but he figured his mom was probably already downstairs making lunch while his dad showered. Downstairs, he was surprised to find the kitchen still empty. He went back upstairs to knock on his parents' door.
Nico raised his fist and was about to knock when he heard a loud moan, almost a squeal, come from the other side. It was immediately followed by his mother's voice saying, "Oh, Luca." Nico realized that he had almost interrupted his parents having sex. He stood at the door for several seconds, listening to the sounds his parents were making as they fucked; his cock got hard. "Fuck," he muttered, embarrassed and somewhat disgusted with himself for being turned on by his own parents having sex. He quickly walked away from the door and headed downstairs to the living room, where he watched TV until his parents came downstairs and the family ate lunch.
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