Chapter 4: Tuesday 2

SUSAN

I couldn’t believe it. That ungrateful, little shrimp had blown me off and left with that bitch that slapped him on the ass yesterday. I’ll be damned if she gets Jay. I’ll teach him who’s better. He’ll see.

I was all ready to ask for relief from Jay again when we made it to biology but I had lost the mood. He, however, seemed like he was raring to go, his hard penis leading the way into the classroom. How brazen can you get?

When our eyes met, I turned away. I didn’t want to look at him. The bell rang and we took our seats.

“Do any of you two need relief?” Ms. Winger asked. I shook my head.

“Jay? It looks to me like you could use it.” she said.

“No!” he blurted out. Good for him.

“Just as well. I would have asked you to hold out a little longer anyway for our lesson today. Would you mind coming up front?”

Jay was up there alone, without me. I knew we’d be doing male sexual anatomy but I had no idea exactly what the teacher was going to do.

“Okay, Mark. Would you accompany us up here like how we talked?”

Mark went up to the front of the class, took off his clothes, folded them and put them on the teacher’s desk. It was clear that Ms. Winger had arranged this with Mark beforehand.

Mark was pretty tall, at least six two -- almost as tall as I. He was also muscular, being on the wrestling team, and hairy. The contrast between him and Jay was almost comical. I think this is what Ms. Winger was going for. But not comedy; contrast. I don’t think it hurt either that Mark had already done his Program week last year and was pretty comfortable up there.

I have to admit, seeing his big hairy chest stirred something inside of me. And seeing both standing there perfectly highlighting Jay’s childlike essence just made Jay’s boner stand out like a sore, uh, dick; it was much bigger than a thumb. I could never have imagined Jay before with a schlong, but he had one and it was there sticking out in all it’s glory.

Mark was still limp, mostly. But it was starting to grow of its own accord. Or was it the fact that I was sitting in the front row directly in his view with my legs open wide? I had to open my legs to keep them from hitting stuff out front and tripping people. I know it caught Mark’s attention though. Watching the growth happening right in front of me was so sexy; I could feel the wetness return. Only, I couldn’t tell if that was because of Mark’s gaze, his growth, or Jay’s own prominent cock.

To be sure, Mark was bigger, of course, but not by much. In his own way, Jay seemed to be pretty impressive. That fact didn’t escape anyone in class, least of all, Ms. Winger.

“Now that we have our models up here today I’d like you all to come up for a closer inspection.”

We gathered around the two as they stood there.

“No, this won’t do.” Ms. Winger said before she grabbed a chair, set it next to Mark and lifted Jay up onto it. Their dicks were now about level with each other, Jay’s being a little higher with him being on the chair, but both close enough so you could move your gaze back and forth between each penis easily. Just to be sure, Ms. Winger moved Mark closer so his hip was almost touching Jay.

“I had hoped to convey the development of penis size from before puberty to after, but as you can clearly see, with Jason being so aroused, the size difference is not so great as I had imagined, being due greatly to the relative sizes of their bodies alone. If Jay were Mark’s height their penises would be similar in size, or dare I say, Jay’s could be the greater.”

The class laughed. Jay was in a full body blush at this point -- totally red. Had this happened yesterday you wouldn’t have been able to tell that he had any red marks from being slapped. I was starting to feel bad for the little guy again.

“Try to imagine, if you will, that Jay has already had relief and that his penis is in its non-tumescent state. Then in your mind try comparing its size to Mark’s. You should be able to realize a several fold magnitude difference in length. This is one of the more visible changes that a boy goes through during puberty. The average size of a penis at ten years old is about two and a half inches. Remember, that’s an average over many measurements. Anywhere from between one to three inches is normal. At sixteen years old the average is five inches. These are sizes when they are erect, mind you.”

“Ms. Winger?” Cathy asked. “I think Jay’s size is at least average, even though he’s not average height.”

“Like I said, size varies greatly and it is all normal.”

“Can boys get erect before they reach puberty?”

“I’ll let Jay answer that, if he wants.” was Ms. Wingers answer. Poor Jay was starting to turn another shade of red. But he answered anyway.

“Yes, Cathy. I’ve gotten hard all my life.”

“You’re like this all the time?”

“No. Only once in a while.”

I felt like telling him that this I didn’t think this was a once in a while thing.

“So, Jason hasn’t reached puberty yet, even though he has a boner?” Cathy followed up. Jay was now turning a whole new different shade of red hitherto unknown to humans right then.

“There are many visible external changes that happen during puberty and penis size is only one. The ability to become erect when aroused must be contrasted with becoming erect spontaneously such as first thing in the morning; something called morning wood.”

“So, has Jason reached puberty or not?”

“Other visible indications for the male include heavy body hair and the voice deepening. Do you see any of these in Jay, Cathy?”

“I see a couple of pubes.” she said.

Jay looked down at his hard cock with widened eyes. I looked. Everyone in the classroom looked, including Ms. Winger.

“So, he does.” said Ms. Winger. “And maybe a few more. But as I said, there are many indications that a boy has hit puberty. They may come at different times. The ability to become erect during arousal is one of the later ones, but the progression varies as does the age, which in boys happens between nine and fourteen years old.”

“But Jay is fifteen.” I added.

“That may be late but still may not constitute late puberty. Only a doctor can say for sure. Have you seen a doctor, Jay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” he said, now an even deeper shade of red. “She said to come back when I’m sixteen.”

“Well, there you go. Late puberty may be congenital or it could be a sign of something serious, like a tumor. A doctor will be able to tell if there is something serious only after running tests, which I assume in Jay’s case has been done.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he said again.

“So, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with Jason, even though he’s not as far along as Mark. In Jason’s case we say that he’s a late bloomer.”

“So, has he or hasn’t he reached puberty?” Cathy asked again.

“Again, there is no set point at which we say someone has reached puberty. Remember when we talked about this in regards to females?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cathy answered.

“Some girls will grow breasts before having their period, some will have it the other way around. In either case, we say the girl has reached puberty. Does Jason have any of external male indications of puberty, Cathy?”

“He has a hard on.”

The class laughed at the obvious remark.

“Yes, he does. Is this from arousal, Jason, or is it a case of delayed morning wood or just spontaneous erection?”

Poor Jay. If the lights were turned off he’d be glowing.

“Uh, well, it’s definitely not morning wood. I couldn’t hold it up this long if that were the case.”

Everyone laughed again which was good because it seemed to have eased Jay’s mind a bit.

“But, this has kept up since second period so I don’t think it’s spontaneous either.”

“Was there something that aroused you in second period, Jason?”

“Sue’s boobs.” he said pointing to me. Now it was my turn to glow red. Everyone was laughing at me, but I still felt proud of myself. Ms. Winger calmed the class down.

“And you’ve been this way ever since second period?” Ms. Winger asked him.

“Mostly, except at lunch time.”

“I see. What happened at lunch?”

“Nothing.”

“But it became erect again.”

“Emily helped.”

“Emily?”

“She joined us in The Program this week. A late arrival. She’s a freshman.”

“What did she do to help?”

“She kissed me.”

“Ahhhh. A mere kiss. Do you hear that, class? Sometimes, with a young man, just the wind blowing is enough to bring on an erection. But a kiss...”

“I can attest to that!” Mark spoke up. We all laughed.

“But a kiss,” Ms. Winger continued, “can be a very special thing. It can be very arousing. Was this the case, Jason?”

“Yes, ma’am. She slipped me the tongue.”

Why that little trollop. She was intruding on my man. Not that Jay was a man. Not yet, was he? Maybe he was turning into one. We were Program partners so that makes him mine for the week. She should get her own partner.

Oh gosh, what am I thinking? I couldn’t understand why I felt this way. I never felt possessive about a boy before. The class was still laughing about his remark but Jason’s color was returning slowly.

“Except for the break at lunch, you’ve been this way since second period, Jason? Is this correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I think you better avail yourself of some relief, young man.”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, it’s your choice. If you don’t mind, Jay, I’d like everyone to look closely at the head of Jay’s penis. What do you see, Cathy?”

“It’s wet.”

“That is Cowper’s fluid or what is known as pre-cum. It is not ejaculate but nevertheless can contain enough sperm to impregnate a woman. Based on the fact that Jason is extremely aroused, has a long-standing erection, is leaking pre-cum and we can even spy a few pubic hairs, would you say that Jason has reached puberty, Cathy?”

“Yeah. I’d say so.”

The class all agreed to that. Jay was so red now that roses nearby would have wilted in his presence.

“That being the case, class, I would be remiss if I didn’t repeat, once again, the importance of getting the shot for all of you young ladies.”

“Do you mean that Jason could get a girl pregnant?” Cathy just had to ask.

“I would say it is quite likely. Jason, have you ... never mind. That would be a personal question and I think we’ve asked Jason enough personal questions today.”

We all got a chuckle from that except Jay; he turned another new shade of red.

“I want you to remember what I just said, Jason. You must always take seriously the fact that it is possible for you to impregnate a girl. Take precautions.”

“But don’t all girls get their shot by the time they’re in high school?” Jay asked.

“Most do, yes. But gentlemen, it is your responsibility to make sure of this. And girls, you know the risks. If there are any questions or those who have neglected their shots, you should see the nurse. Anyway, we haven’t covered everything I wanted to today but I’m glad we had a chance to talk about puberty and some of the changes a male goes through during this time. Jason, I’d like to thank you and Mark for being such team players. I know it wasn’t pleasant for you but you’ve made an excellent model for the class today. Time is almost up and we will pick up tomorrow where we left off today.”

Ms. Winger gave us a reading assignment right before the bell rang.

Jay and I need to have a little talk.

JASON

Ms. Winger’s class was so unreal. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I was the center of attention and I didn’t like it. Why is The Program week so weird?

The consensus of the class was that yeah, I had reached puberty. I still wasn’t so sure myself. I did have a rock hard woody going and yes, it was because of all the arousal -- either Sue’s tits or Emily’s kiss or being fondled or whatever. But I’d had boners before. It wasn’t like I could do anything with it and to be honest, it was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. The hair I had around my dick was just basic bodily hair like that on the back of your hands but the class and Ms. Winger made a big deal out of it. Plus my voice was never very high pitched or squeaky to begin with. Even if it sounded like it was changing, I knew it wasn’t.

I came to my own conclusion that I still hadn’t reached puberty. Not yet. You’re supposed to grow and I hadn’t grown since I was about seven. I don’t think I’ll ever grow; doomed to a life of looking up to all my friends, or so-called friends. Seriously, I was the shortest student in school. I don’t think there was even a freshman girl that wasn’t bigger than me. Hell, my little sister was this tall when she was five or six. At this size it doesn’t matter whether I go through puberty or not. What girl would ever want to date me?

Oh sure, I had friends that were girls. But I’d never have a girlfriend. That’s what guys under six feet tall are called by girls: friends. Not boyfriends. Not lovers. Not marrying material. Just friends.

I was now seriously thinking that I should make the very most out of my time in The Program because this would be the last chance I’d ever have of maybe getting something close to being laid, not that I could do that anyway. But I could at least say I did.

Life sucks, you know. The most I could ever hope for would be a one night stand with a half-way decent looking drunk gal every once in a while. It was clear to me that that would be my role in life. So, maybe The Program will be a high spot for me.

Fortunately, I did have science and math to fall back on. It was something I had a talent for. I had some respect from those who shared those classes with me. Even Vicky had asked for help at times with her homework and studying. Respect, that’s what I want but rarely get.

Sue followed me out the door to go to the gym. We got no more than twenty feet down the hallway before we both stopped and said in unison:

“We have to talk.”

“You first.” she said.

“No, girls first.”

“I have a lot to say.”

Just then some guy came up and asked for an RR.

“What do you want?” Sue said in a not too friendly a voice.

“Not you.” the boy said. “Him.”

“Me?” I questioned. What could he want?

“Yeah. Would you mind bending over?”

Uh, oh. This was a repeat of yesterday morning. I was leery of this sort of thing.

“You’re not going to slap my ass, are you?”

“Not unless you want me to.”

“NO!”

“Because some people like that.”

“Not me!”

“I won’t touch you then. I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Just spread your cheeks apart for me.”

I did as he requested but was still a bit nervous. Fortunately for me, Sue was standing watch.

“Thanks.” the boy said.

“You’re, uh, welcome.”

“My name’s Jeffrey. You wouldn’t happen to be gay, would you?”

“No!”

“Do you like girls?”

“Yes. Isn’t it apparent?”

“You never know what makes a guy as horny as you are until you ask.”

“What do you mean, as horny as me?”

He pointed to my dick.

“Are you gay?” I asked.

“Very much so. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. I just like looking at asses. Yours is very pretty. I could, well, you probably wouldn’t want to hear what I’d like to do. Sorry if I spooked you. Thanks again.”

“Yeah, well, that’s okay. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“See ya.”

I turned to Sue.

“Do I look gay?”

She shrugged. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

“Being gay?”

“Looking gay. They generally groom themselves much better than straight guys.”

“I take showers and keep myself clean. Maybe my clothes are drab but I can’t find any real fashionable clothes in my size.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the way you keep yourself, Jay. Like the boy said, you can’t always tell if someone is gay or not until you ask.”

“I’m not gay. Guys don’t do anything for me.”

“Is that why your penis remained hard around him?”

“No! I’m not gay. I swear.”

“Relax. I’m teasing you.”

“It remained hard because there’s a very sexy girl with me who’s buck naked.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“What makes you think I was talking about you?”

“Because I’m the only buck naked one here beside you.”

“Oh, yeah. Good point. I guess I was talking about you.”

“Come on. We’ll be late for gym.”

“But, we need to talk, Sue.”

“We don’t have time. What are you doing after school?”

“Going home.”

“Can you go home a little later?”

“Sure, I guess. Gracie will be okay. She’s been home alone before.”

“Today’s weight day. You can come with me to the weight room.”

“Weight-lifting?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t do that.”

“I’ll teach you. At least what I can in a few minutes. Tuesday is weight day for the team, and this Thursday we have a game so this afternoon will be light. We’ll be able to talk.”

“Okay, I guess.”

“Then I’ll see you after school in the weight room. You know where it is, right?”

“Behind the gym.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll still see each other in English.”

“Sure. Let’s get over to PE before it’s too late.”

As we went through the double doors to the gym Emily was there again. This time she seemed to be waiting for us.

“Hi, Jay.”

Or maybe she was waiting just for me.

“We have nothing to say to you.” Sue shrieked. She was looking down at Emily with a scowl on her face.

“Sue, please be nice.” I asked.

“Why should I?”

“Emily did nothing to you.”

“But she did to you.”

“And I’ve forgiven her for it.”

“Why would you do a thing like that?”

“Because she asked.”

“That’s it?”

“Think of it as a reasonable request.”

“Fine. What’re you going to do with him, Emily? Smooch?”

“That’s between Jay and I.” Emily responded. “It’s really none of your business.”

“Fine. If that’s what Jay wants. I need to go get ready for gym.”

“Sue. There’s nothing you have to do to get ready.” I said. “You’re naked and you have to stay that way.”

“Why do I have to keep telling you: I need to put my gym shoes on.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you’re barefoot. Uh, carry on.” I really did forget about her shoes.

“Thanks for your permission.” she said sarcastically. She wasn’t very happy and went stomping off in the gym.

“Sorry about her, Emily.”

“It’s not your place to apologize for Sue.”

“Still, I feel bad. She’s really a good person.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Well, you fooled everyone with that stunt you pulled yesterday.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“And I said I forgave you. Going by what you did yesterday alone someone would think you’re a bad person and I know you aren’t.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. And by the same token, don’t judge Sue because of the way she’s acting toward you right now.”

“Or the way she’s acting toward you.”

“Why? She’s nice to me.”

“She treats you like a pet.”

“She’s my partner this week. She taking the protecting your partner thing a little too far maybe, but she’s okay.”

“You don’t say.”

“Look, after this morning I consider you a friend. But so is Sue, and I don’t have too many friends and I don’t want my friends at each others throats.”

“It’s okay, Jay. I understand. I won’t instigate anything. But she’s jealous.”

“Of you?”

“Yeah.”

“No, she’s just being overprotective. I don’t mean that much to her really.”

“What does she mean to you?”

“She’s my friend. Nothing more. Well, maybe a little more. We’ve known each other for a long time but she’s not my friend any more. In fact, I’m really hoping she’ll be friendly after the week is over, but I’m not so sure about that.”

“She will be.”

“How do you know?”

“Trust me. I can see it.”

“Whatever.”

“I’ll be your friend after this week.”

“You will?” I said, beaming.

“Of course. This week our job is to get you through the week.”

“And you too.”

“But I still have another week left. Just my luck, I’ll get the official Program week right after that too.”

“Oh my. Three weeks in a row. At least you’ll have a great all over tan.”

I made her laugh and I felt good about that.

“It’s too cold to go outside and you can’t get a tan indoors.” she said.

“I know those LED-light tans are a little artificial, but it’ll still look great on you.”

“As if.”

“Haven’t you seen LED tan-lines on those that wear their bikinis year round?”

“You’re funny.”

“Eh, whatever.”

“Do we have time?”

“For what?”

“For a quick kiss.”

“Okay.” I agreed.

She put her hands against the wall over my shoulders then bent her head down for a kiss. I moved closer and held her around the waist, craned my neck up to meet her lips and we had another earth shattering kiss. Holy cow! More nude skin on skin. This was as good as leaning against Sue’s tits and hugging Mia in the shower. My legs got weak. I didn’t want to let go but we had PE and had to break it off.

“Thanks, Jay. I like kissing you.”

“It’s my first time, you know. I don’t know anything about kissing like that.”

“I can teach you.”

“You would?”

“I’d love to.”

“I love it too. Emily, you’re not going to believe this but I think my uh, penis just got even harder.”

She giggled. “We gotta go. We’ll talk later.”

“Yeah. Later.”

I wished I could spend all of PE with her. We were doing basketball at this stage in the semester. In case you haven’t guessed let me tell you outright: basketball’s not my thing. On a scale of one to ten, I’m a minus eleven.

We were paired up and dribbling the ball to each other as we ran down the court on one side and up the other. Then we’d hand the ball off to another pair and get back in line.

I was standing in line, minding my own business, daydreaming when an errant basketball found its way slamming into my testicles.

“OWWWWWWWW!“

Oh, the pain!

It hurt so much that the pain radiated out into the immediate circle of dudes around me who were standing in line. They all bent over in agony too!

I went down on one knee and cupped my balls. The guy who threw the wild ball came running up to me apologizing.

“Aw man, it got away from me. It was an accident. I’m really sorry. You okay?”

“Ungrrk.” I croaked. At this point I couldn’t yet talk coherently. I put one hand on the floor and raised my index finger of the other hand, in a gesture of ‘give me a minute.’

The PE teacher grabbed one of my arms.

“Are you alright, Jason?”

“Mmmpfffffffff.” I let out a bunch of air through my pursed lips. I still couldn’t speak yet, but I was getting there.

“What happened?”

The guy who got me with the basketball explained to the teacher how he lost his aim.

“Jump.” the teacher commanded.

“Huh?” I asked looking at him as if he had a third eye.

“Jump up and down and when you land stomp the floor hard.”

“Okaaay.” I squeaked out.

“Make it feel like your shaking your balls down”

“Fine.” I said. I did as he asked.

“Jump higher. That’s it. Now stick that landing. Good. Do it again.”

I jumped again. Boom. And again. Boom number two. And one more time. It was starting to feel a little better. I saw some of the girls on the other side of the gym staring. I can only imagine what they thought.

“How ya’ doin’ now?” the teacher asked.

“Better. Can I have some water?”

“Sure, go take a drink over at the water fountain. Don’t take long. Run back.”

I was grateful he let me do this right in the middle of class. I did feel better though. I don’t wish this experience on anyone but it did have the advantage of making my hard on go away. Thank goodness for small miracles. I could now move a little better.

SUSAN

Something happened to Jay! I didn’t see what, but I did see him on the ground with everyone standing around leaning over him. It didn’t look good. A teacher was on him in no time, hopefully taking care of him. I felt like running over but stopped myself when the teacher showed up. I would surely get into trouble if I did so.

I saw Jay jumping. What for, I had no idea. That was bizarre. Then Jay ran over to the corner of the gym to get some water. I saw him run back. He seemed okay by now and I was relieved. I wondered what that was all about? Did he get hurt? Did he get sick? I had to know but it also had to wait.

I wouldn’t see him until English, two classes away. We wouldn’t have much time to talk in English class, but he said he would stay with me after school for a bit while I worked out with weights and we could talk. There was so much I wanted to say but I wasn’t sure I would say it to him today. It would have to wait.

When people first see me they always ask if I play basketball since I’m so tall. Sometimes I feel like shouting at them. “No, I don’t play basketball. Do you scrub floors since you’re so short?”

I’ve never actually been that rude but have thought about it a lot. I just don’t care for basketball; not at all. As I said before: my sport is volleyball.

Needless to say, my mind wasn’t on this particular basketball unit we were working on in PE. My mind wandered and I thought of Jay giving me relief this morning. If he truly hadn’t hit puberty yet, then how was he so good at that? I will say that very few had ever gone down on me before. That is, very few guys. They just weren’t interested.

I did have sex kind of regularly with one girl last year. She was a senior at the time and I won’t tell you her name because it’s a secret. We still keep in touch via social media but we spent a few nights together when I was a freshman. We had sex as many ways as you can think for two girls to have sex. I know it was just a few nights together, but we had spent many more days where we just had a few hours together. We relished the time that was ours and I miss her. But I could never have a girl in a long term relationship. I think you’d call what we had was friends with benefits. I never thought much of it -- it was just something to hold me over in the interim between guys.

But Jay was every bit as good as any girl I’ve ever been with. And yes, I’ve been with more than one. Don’t let the secret out and please don’t tell Jay. I’ll tell him about it myself when the time comes. It’s just something girls do with each other, like when they’re between guys like I was. And maybe sometimes when they are in a relationship with a guy -- you know, on the side.

The fling with Jay yesterday under the bleachers just happened. I don’t really know how. It wasn’t planned and I never would have guessed that something like that would ever happen between us. In hindsight, in the back of my mind I should have known that I wanted it to happen but I’m not sure why. Was it because of the good times we used to have? Maybe I was just that desperate yesterday, but I somehow always felt comfortable around Jay. Comfortable enough to ask him to eat me out. That’s because he’s safe, I think. I should be ashamed of myself for thinking like that, shouldn’t I? If Jay heard that he wouldn’t be pleased. But I think there is more to it. I know that I really liked him, almost like a kid brother. I couldn’t get these thoughts of Jay out of my mind.

I better tell you that our families knew each other from way back when. My parents and his mother would take us to the playground where we’d spend hours playing. I barely remember those times. They were innocent and fun. I wish life were as simple as it was back then.

Before I knew it it was time to hit the showers. I was sweaty so I welcomed this time although now I had to use the boys showers and locker room.

The boys showers were wide open whereas the ours had at least a partition between each shower head. There were no doors shutting the partitions off so it wasn’t total privacy for the the girls but there was more than what the guys had. I really felt out of place, not only because of the wide open showers but I was at least a head taller than most of the boys here.

The freshman and sophomore classes shared lunchtime and PE together and I shared the shower with freshman and sophomore guys. But that also meant that Harriet, Nora and Lily were there with me in the showers. They looked to me as their leader, or more likely protector, no doubt because of my size. They tried to stick close together but the boys were having none of that as they split us up, each girl getting ‘serviced’ by five or six guys. Harriet and Lily didn’t look like they were having such a great time, but Nora seemed to relish the attention. I might have to have a talk with John about that.