This story is really a love story between three young men, told in 34,000 words. Very raunchy.
Baby Face
Chapter 1
Very soon after I hit puberty I realised I was different from other boys, and that feeling persisted for the remainder of my school life. The difference was a real bummer. I didn't grow up, that is, I didn't develop like my peers. The saving grace, if you can call it that, was my cock and balls developed to match my peers, but nothing else. I guess that was really important to me. I could accept the joshing about my body size and looks, but to have had a weenie cock would have destroyed my self-confidence I'm sure. Every inch that my peers put on in height, I put on a half, maybe. Result at 18 was most of them standing six foot tall, and me, seven inches shorter. I didn't have any pubic hair at all until I was sixteen, so at graduation I had about as much hair around my cock as the average 14 year old. For the rest, I didn't shave, I had no hair on my legs and a tiny amount under my arms. My voice had broken at 14, but was still quite high pitched. I wasn't a wimpy type though, quite the reverse. What I lacked in height and weight I made up for by being super fit. I wasn't a muscle bound jock, but I did have a body that most of my peers envied, even if it was small.
"Mac, we ought to start calling you monster midget."
That was my best friend, Cory. We were in my bedroom chilling out the summer of my fifteenth year. I was wearing a skimpy pair of athletic shorts. He was also my next door neighbour. He made that comment when I was 15, and it took root so that by the time I went to senior high, everybody called me Monster Midget. They all thought it referred to my stature, but Cory knew different. I wasn't hassled by my peers and no one tried to bully me after the first performance when I was 15. I showed the bully that small didn't mean weak. I took him apart.
The name thing came about because of Cory's obsession with my body.
"You don't realise it, Mac, but you are probably the most stunning guy in the school."
I was flattered, but thought it was a little over the top and said so.
"Ok, do me a favour then."
He didn't say what, but he was my best friend so I just said, ok.
"I want you to take all your clothes off."
I was dumbstruck and Cory grinned.
"Don't ask questions, just do it."
So I did, let's face it he saw me naked every time we had gym or sports.
"Lovely, now play with yourself until you have an erection."
That shook me.
"Are you going queer on me Cory?"
He looked gutted and blushed almost purple. He also developed some serious tears, a few of which ran down his face.
"Please don't hate me Mac. I love you so much, like I should love a girl."
Oh fuck, I had hit the nail on the head. I had known him all his life and never clicked.
"I'm not going to hate you, and now that I know, I'm not going to freak out getting a hard on for you."
He stopped crying which was important, and looked amazed as I played, and ended up sprawled over his bench seat in his bedroom. I was grinning as I spoke.
"Good enough for you?"
He nodded, picked up his camera and took several shots before I moved.
"Don't worry, I'll delete them when I have made my point."
He pulled up the best one and projected it onto the big screen of his TV. Then he pulled out last year's year book and opened it at the student pics.
"Now find me a boy who is better looking than you."
I looked at the pics, and then him. He sniggered.
"I know I didn't need the nude and erect bit, but I so wanted to see if my little boy also had a little cock. I'm so pleased he has one that is as stunning as he is."
I had to join him. He was being so funny, and I did love him like a brother.
I picked out two boys in the juniors, so a year older than me, who I thought were stunning. Cory looked and sneered.
"Nah, not a patch on you."
I looked again and thought that if I was better looking than them I was a seriously hot guy.
For fun we ran Cory's comment passed a few friends who all said similar things.
"We don't want you to get swell headed Mac, but yeah, you probably are the best looking guy in the school."
That was it, my self-confidence went sky high. Anyway, back to the day.
"Now that you've had your fun, what are you going to do about this," pointing to my erect cock.
"If you aren't going to punch my lights out I'm going to take you to my bed and give you a blowjob that will blow your mind."
Now, I might be a good heterosexual boy, but there was no way I was, at 15 years old, going to turn down a blowjob.
Result, I had an incredible orgasm which Cory swallowed.
That never happened again and I went on to have a load of dates, mainly with girls younger than me because of my size, so I didn't lose my virginity then, or at college. It didn't worry me, my right hand was pretty sensual on my cock.
Apart from my stature, I was a happy guy, made friends easily, and pleased all my teachers because I was a good student. In Physical Education and sport I was enthusiastic and reasonably talented.
"It's a pity we can't stretch you MacPherson, you would be an asset to almost any team at this school."
That was the head coach and he had summed up my situation well.
I graduated near the top of my class and went to university to study criminology and journalism. Yes, I know, an odd combination. I wanted to be an investigative reporter.
I soon got bored with the comments about my size, and then my looks. I realised at college that I hadn't aged. I could pass for 14 easily, and although that improved, when I received my degree I could still pass for 16 without too much trouble.
The guy who presented me with my degree queried it with the dean before handing it over. At the reception afterwards he approached me, gave me his card and asked me to give him a call when I had finished partying. I knew what he meant, and so did he. At 22 we were going to be out of education for the first time in our lives, so, did we ever party for about a week before I called him.
Oh, did I mention he was station chief for the FBI?
"Mac, I'm not going to beat about the bush. There is no way we could take you into the organisation, you don't meet the height requirement, but I would like to help your career as well as us. We have a lot of trouble when we try to infiltrate student organisations. What I would like is to put you on retainer as a consultant and use you undercover in schools when we need a presence. For you it would mean extra money in your pocket and the chance to pursue your career, getting a load of exclusive stories once we had cleared them."
The guy's name by the way was George Zavros, Greek ancestry, but second or third generation American.
I could see all the advantages of that, but also some of the downside.
"I like that, Sir, but I have no training for that kind of thing, and I am not into all the self-defence stuff that I feel I might be called on to use. If I am going to be some kind of agent I think I should be proficient at small arms use as well."
"You can drop the Sir, Mac, I'm George, and are you sure you haven't seen the notes I have on my desk?"
I looked at him a bit funny.
"Alright, only joking but look."
He turned his pad round and I read the numbered comments. Basically all of the things I had just said.
"Mac, I'm impressed with you young man so I'm not going to waste a load of our time."
Another set of papers was passed to me.
"I'm going to throw you out of here. You will be escorted to the lounge and offered coffee, or whatever you want while you read that," pointing at the papers before me. "When you have read them carefully, have a think and when you are ready you can come back and we'll talk."
I won't bother you with the whole package but the essence of it was that I would go onto an agent's salary for six months while I trained in all the things I thought I was deficient in. At the end of that I would go onto a quite substantial retainer, and George promised I would have a job on a local paper at a decent salary to progress my career, with the leeway to work for the agency whenever I was needed.
Of course I accepted without any hesitation.
The best part of the course for me was learning Karate. I was in terrific shape so the moves and other training came good quickly. The rest of the training was totally consuming me so that at the end of the six months, George nearly wrung my hand off.
"Damn it Boy. With your results I think my boss might wave the height thing if you want to work for us as a full agent."
I shook my head.
"No thanks, George, I like the arrangement we have."
I joined a local paper, was given a free hand and scored a couple of good stories exclusively. Of course, the tips I got from George helped that a little. Oh, ok, a lot.
It was nearly a year after my FBI induction that George called me. I had to do a one day assessment to see how far my capabilities had slipped, and George was delighted, they hadn't at all.
I should think not. I practically lived in the gym and the shooting range when I wasn't working.
"Mac, you are going back to school. Not here, but close enough for me to cover you. You are going back in year ten."
Quick think, 15 year old, and I was 23. I stood up and walked to the mirror on the wall of George's office.
"You think I can still get away with that?"
"Yeah, just."
He pulled the year book out for the school I was going back to and showed me the year ten's. I was a little shocked when I held them up so that I could see them at the same time as I was looking in the mirror.
"We are going to give you a shot of Botox, then you will definitely be ok."
Fuck, he wasn't kidding. I was 23 and after the shot, I definitely would have problems if I was stopped while driving and there was no chance I would get into a bar.
"Ok, Sir, what can I do to help?"
I used a little boy voice that had us both in fits of laughter.
"Seriously, Mac. What gay experience have you had, if any?"
I knew this was serious so I didn't play the fool.
"My best friend gave me a blowjob when we were fifteen. I didn't have a problem with it George, because it was my best friend and I loved him like a brother. He is still my best friend and I still love him like a brother so I guess it doesn't freak me out."
"Good. You may well end up going a lot further on this assignment if you agree to take it. The suicide rate among post puberty students at this school is pretty frightening. We are pretty certain that there is some kind of organisation exploiting these boys. Almost certainly it is being executed by senior boys, but we believe that there has to be an adult master minding whatever it is that is going on. There is only one common thread. All of the suicides are amongst the most beautiful boys in the school."
"Christ, George, this sounds like some kind of gay sex ring."
George nodded his head.
"Precisely. That's our take on it, but whoever is organising it is instilling a sense of terror into the boys involved because despite our best efforts the boys look terrified when interviewed, but no one will give us a clue about what is happening. The ones not involved can tell us of the changes to their friends that are gorgeous, but not the why."
I was given a full briefing pack so that I knew as much as George. I also had a tracker implanted under my skin. We gave it a week for the insertion to heal so that it was invisible. I memorised telephone numbers that I may need and my history. I kept my name, Mac that is, but I became a Mac Donald for this assignment. My mum was dead, and my dad was a defence procurement contractor who spent a lot of time away. I was quite self-sufficient therefore. Well of course I was, I was a bachelor and I liked to cook. George had been good to me. My new pad was two bedroomed with Dad's being set up to be normal and mine had been equipped with a load of clothes appropriate for a 15 year old and all the other things. Nothing in my original 15 year old makeup had been changed so the chances of slipping up were pretty slim. Good old George, he had obviously done this before.
"There is a hidden compartment in your desk that will contain all your genuine papers if you ever need to duck out, and there are two places where handguns that you are familiar with are stowed. You'll be shown them by the concierge of the block when you move in. His is one of the telephone numbers you have. He is also a dedicated undercover agent. The whole of your apartment is covered by hidden cameras. You will be shown how to turn them off room by room if you need total privacy, but please Mac, don't make a habit of doing so. Young men are expected to masturbate, a male colleague will wipe anything like that from your tapes every morning.
I blushed like hell and then giggled.
"I hope he's not a pervert because I'm liable to tantalise him a couple of times a day, at least."
My car would be garaged a block away but I was only to use it in an emergency.
I took a couple of days to memorise all that briefing and spent the remainder of the time before going to school, memorising some of the senior boys suspected of being involved with the detail. The year book was pretty useful.