Author: wolfcub Title: Cute Summary: An 11-year-old girl's attempts to seduce the new neighbor boy are frustrated by Stay-boy. Keywords: bg+ drug stay-boy Jennifer wanted Alan from the moment she first saw him. She was sitting in her living room on a Saturday morning when she saw the moving van back into the driveway of the house across the street. There was nothing particularly special about the middle-aged couple that got out of the van. They appeared to be a little older than Jennifer's own parents, but not nearly as old as her grandparents. There was everything special about the boy who followed out after them. He had wavy, golden blond hair that fell to his shoulders, and he was wearing an unusually-short pair of loose-fitting red shorts (which Jennifer almost mistook for boxer underwear). All the boys she knew wore shorts that came down to just above or below the knee; this boy's shorts didn't quite make it to mid-thigh. They weren't as short as the shorty-shorts that she and her girl friends wore, but they weren't much longer. The most fascinating thing about the shorts was that they were the only article of clothing the boy was wearing. He was barefoot and bare-chested with golden skin that suggested that shorts-only was his normal attire. Jennifer and her girl friends talked about boys quite a bit. She flirted with boys and thought about doing boy/girl things with them, but she had never before wanted a boy in the way she now wanted her incredibly cute new neighbor. She quickly changed into her pink terrycloth shorty-shorts--the ones that she wore without panties and that allowed just a little bit of butt cheek to peek out on each side--and a pale-green crop top that nicely displayed her flat belly, then headed across the street. The moving van was backed up to the open garage door. Jennifer walked up to the edge of the garage. The man she saw earlier was just coming out of the house. "Hi!", she said, cheerily. "I'm Jennifer. I live across the street." She extended her arm, pointing behind her, without turning. "Well, hello, Jennifer. It's very nice to meet you. We're your new neighbors, the Johnsons." "I...um..." Jennifer realized that she hadn't given any thought to what she was going to say; she had just hurried over in her excitement. "I saw a boy...my age?" "That's my son, Alan. I'll go get him." As Mr. Johnson turned, the door into the house opened, and Alan came out. "Oh, there he is. Alan, come meet Jennifer. She lives across the street." Alan walked over and stood beside his father, who put an arm around his shoulder." "Hi," Alan said, noncommittally. "I was wondering if you wanted to play." Jennifer cringed when she heard herself say that: it sounded so juvenile. "I mean...I could show you around the neighborhood. If you'd like." "Thanks, but I told my parents I'd help with the moving." "It's okay, Alan," his father intervened. "You need to meet some kids your age. They'll be plenty to help with later. Just don't stay too long: Your mother and I were thinking of going out for lunch." Mr. Johnson gave his son a gentle shove to get him moving in the right direction. There were about a dozen houses on the block-long street, interspaced with wooded vacant lots. Alan's house was near the south end. Jennifer took off walking toward the north. Alan walked along side her. "I'm eleven," Jennifer began, then added, cheerfully, "I'll be starting middle-school in the fall!" "So will I," Alan said plainly. "I'm eleven, too. My dad got a new job a while back. We moved here so he can be closer to it. He was having to drive a lot." The north end of the street ended in a T intersection. The north side of the cross street was wooded. Jennifer ducked between some bushes. On the other side, there was a narrow path that led through a mix of live oak and scrub oak. The path twisted and turned for about a hundred yards before opening onto a large field. "This is the elementary school where I used to go. No one's hardly ever here in the summer." Without warning, Jennifer took off running. She got about a 5-pace lead before Alan took off after her. Jennifer ran to the ladder bars. Rather than climbing up, she darted around the end and jumped, grabbing the fourth rung. She swung herself about two-thirds of the way to the other end, skipping every other bar on the way. Next, in one fluid motion, she swung her legs up between the rungs and hooked the back of her knees around one, then let go with her hands. Upside down, she saw Alan make his way towards her, then jump up and grab a bar, himself. From her new vantage point, Jennifer could see up the legs of Alan's shorts enough to tell that he wasn't wearing any underwear. She couldn't see his boy parts, but she could clearly see where his legs joined his body. Before she could truly enjoy the view, Alan spun himself around and maneuvered into a mirrored position with all the strength and grace that Jennifer had shown. In this position, Alan's shorts fell towards his waist, revealing the full length of his tanned legs. Unfortunately for Jennifer, the shorts had fallen more or less evenly, leaving Alan's crotch adequately covered. Jennifer easily pulled herself upright, dropped to the ground, and ran for the slide. Alan was right behind her. She ran up the slide without missing a step, then flung herself into a corner of the fort-like structure at the top. The slatted boards afforded a modicum of privacy on the otherwise open playground. Alan deposited himself in an adjacent corner. Alan was leaning his back against the boards with his knees bent and his feet flat on the floor. The area was just small enough that Jennifer could stretch out her legs and touch his feet with hers. When Jennifer didn't get a reaction, she scooted a little closer and ran one foot up Alan's shin, to his knee, then back down to his foot. Alan gave her a quizzical look, but seemed unperturbed. She repeated the action on his other leg. Jennifer took the absence of reaction as a sign of approval, and scooted over next to Alan. Tentatively, Jennifer reached over and softly caressed Alan's belly. She looked up to see the perplexed look on Alan's face. "You can rub mine," Jennifer offered. Apparently, Alan didn't understand, so Jennifer gently grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on her own belly. Alan giggled. Jennifer let her hand roam up and over Alan's chest, then back down across his belly. "Have you ever seen a girl naked?" Jennifer asked, coyly. Alan nodded. Surprised, Jennifer asked, "When?!" Alan shrugged. Jennifer removed her hand from Alan's chest and pulled back a couple feet. "What girls have you seen naked?" Jennifer demanded. "My mom," Alan answered, shyly. "Oh. That doesn't count. I've seen my parents naked a few times, too. Anyone else?" "Lots of girls." "Which lots of girls?" "My parents and I go to nude beaches, and places like that. I've seen people of all ages naked." "Seriously?" She added a dejected, "Oh. I was hoping you'd want to see me naked because I've never seen a naked boy up close, before. Well, not counting my baby cousin." "I don't care if you see me naked." With that, Alan stood up and unceremoniously shucked his shorts. "Get down!" Jennifer whispered harshly, grabbing Alan's wrist and pulling him to his knees. "Someone might see!" "I thought you wanted to see. And I thought you said no one ever comes here." "I said 'hardly' ever." Jennifer realized that she now had a naked boy kneeling next to her. Her eyes when straight to Alan's crotch. What she saw surprised her. Although Alan was Jennifer's age, his boy parts looked as if they belonged on Jennifer's cousin. When she had been eight years old, she had spent the summer with her aunt and uncle and their six-month-old baby boy. Diaper changes and baths gave Jennifer plenty of opportunities to study. That's what Alan's boy parts reminded her of. They were scarcely more than a bump with some loose skin underneath. Without thinking, Jennifer reached forward and felt Alan's sack for the little eggs she knew must be there--and they were there, but they seemed smaller than she remembered her cousin's being. Suddenly Jennifer realized what she was doing. She snatched her hand back and looked up at Alan's face, blushing. Alan had an amused smile on this face. "Sorry," Jennifer said, sheepishly. "I don't mind," Alan said, unbothered. "Actually," he added, with an impish grin, "It felt kind of good!" Jennifer smiled and reached forward again. After rolling Alan's testicles around a bit, she reached up and took his penis between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle squeeze then tug. When Alan didn't complain, she pulled on it a few more times. Jennifer knew about erections. She had seen her father with an erection--once--and she had been amused by her cousin's occasional stiffies. While she had also, from time to time, noticed the tented shorts of her male classmates, she had never seen a bare stiffy on a boy her age. Her best friend, Lauren, had told her about the time she had gotten to play with her brother's penis--and how stroking it had made it go stiff. Alan's penis wasn't long enough to stroke, but from what Lauren had said, tugging on it like Jennifer was should have produced the same effect--only it didn't. Maybe it was already stiff, and this was as big as it got, Jennifer thought, so she gave Alan's penis a little squeeze. Nope! Definitely soft. After a while, she realized that it just wasn't going to get stiff. Disappointed, she sat back and sighed. "Wanna go on the swings?" Without waiting for a reply, Jennifer took off running. Alan quickly donned his shorts, then took off after her. After swinging for a while, Jennifer asked Alan, "Have you ever kissed a girl? And your mom doesn't count!" Alan giggled. "A couple times. At my old school, there was a girl who liked me. We used to kiss, sometimes." Jennifer frowned. She was disappointed that Alan seemed to be so much more experienced than she was. "You said 'a couple.' Who was the other girl?" Alan blushed. "When I was seven, my babysitter taught me how to kiss." "Nuh uh!" Jennifer complained. Alan blushed a deeper shade of red and nodded. "How old was she?" "She was in high school. I'm not sure how old she was." "Would you like to kiss me?" Jennifer asked, hopefully. Alan shrugged his shoulders. Jennifer jumped off the swing and ran to the woods. She picked out a suitably comfortable spot in the shade then knelt down. Alan knelt in front of her. Tentatively, Jennifer leaned forward and lightly touched her lips to Alan's. She immediately pulled back to check his reaction. He had a goofy smile on his face. She leaned forward and kissed him, again, this time for a little longer. On the third kiss, Alan pushed his tongue into her mouth. Jennifer jumped back. "What?" Alan asked. "That's how boys and girls are supposed to kiss!" "I know!" Jennifer said, angrily, mad at herself for reacting the way she did. "I just wasn't ready." She tentatively leaned forward, again, touching her lips to Alan's. This time, when he pushed his tongue forward, she relaxed and opened her mouth a little to let him in. It was a little gross having a boy's slobbery tongue in her mouth, but it felt kind of nice, too. Alan pulled his tongue back, and after a few seconds, pulled away from Jennifer. "You're supposed to push your tongue into my mouth, too." "I know!" Jennifer growled, before leaning forward to meet Alan's lips, once again. She cautiously pushed her tongue forward, certain that she was doing it wrong, but Alan seemed to like it. Jennifer felt Alan push his tongue against hers. She relaxed and let it enter her mouth. They went back and forth quite a few times before it occurred to Jennifer that they were exchanging a lot of spit in the process. Oo, gross! she thought to herself, I have a mouth full of boy spit! She sat back and studied Alan's face. Boy-slobber notwithstanding, he was cute! "Wanna go climb on the monkey bars?" After playing for a while, Alan looked up at the sky. "I better go. My parents want to go out for lunch." Alan followed Jennifer back to his house. Running all the way, both children were happy and excited. At lunch, Alan's mother asked about Jennifer. "So, your father tells me you met a girl, this morning. Is she cute?" "Mom!" "She's cute," Alan's father answered for him. Alan glared. "No, it's good that you've made a friend, already," his mother said. "Maybe there are some boys your age, too." They were seated at one of the outdoor tables of a small, family-style restaurant. Alan was still dressed only in a pair of shorts. Despite that the restaurant was crowded--inside and out--Alan was unconcerned. He was used to going almost everywhere nearly naked--and some places completely so. While Alan was having lunch with his parents, Jennifer was sprawled on her bed with her phone to her ear, talking to Lauren. "I must have been doing to wrong," Jennifer whined. "It wouldn't get stiff. What--exactly--are you supposed to do?" "Usually," Lauren explained, "By the time I get a boy to take his shorts off, he's already got a stiffy--but tugging it, like you said you did, should have worked." "Maybe he doesn't like me." "What's not to like? Besides, I don't think it matters whether the boy likes you or not--if a girl tugs on his penis, it gets stiff." "Can you come over, tomorrow? I want to try again." "Maybe Alan won't get naked in front of me--not all boys do, you know." "Trust me! Alan shucked his shorts so fast, I don't think he cares who sees him naked." The next morning, Lauren met Jennifer at her house, then the two girls went across the street and knocked on the door. Alan's mother answered. "Hello, Jennifer. Who's your friend?" "This is Lauren. Can Alan come out?" "He's just finishing breakfast. Come inside and wait in the livingroom. He'll be right out." Jennifer and Lauren were both wearing terrycloth shorty shorts--without underwear. They were also both wearing bikini tops that each consisted of two tiny triangles held together by thin strings. Lauren had the beginning buds of breasts; Jennifer was flat. The girls impatiently shifted their bare feet on the tile floor. After a few minutes, Alan appeared, wearing the same loose, short shorts he had worn yesterday--and, just like yesterday, nothing else. Lauren looked at Jennifer and smiled approvingly. "Hey, Alan! This is my best friend, Lauren." "Hi," Alan said, flatly. This time, instead of going to the elementary school playground, Jennifer and Lauren led Alan through the woods to a small stream. They followed the stream for a while, which widened and deepened as they went. Before long, they came to a small boardwalk that served as a canoe launch. They climbed a few steps, then made their way to a covered picnic table. "So," Lauren began, when they had reached the table. "Jennifer tells me you're a good kisser." Alan blushed, and Jennifer swatted Lauren's arm. "Sorry, Alan. Lauren and I are best friends: We tell each other everything." "We also share everything," Lauren said with a devious smile. "Would you like to try kissing me." Alan shrugged, and Lauren took that as a yes--not that she wasn't going to kiss him, anyway. It didn't take long for Lauren to decide that Alan was, indeed, a good kisser--much better than any of the boys she had ever kissed. She put one arm around Alan's shoulders, then started rubbing his bare belly with her free hand. Gradually, she worked her hand into Alan's loose shorts and found the little nub that Jennifer had described. She was surprised that is wasn't stiff. She tugged on it for almost a minute while continuing to kiss Alan. When it showed no indication of stiffening, she slipped her hand out and pulled away. "Why did you stop?" Alan complained. "That felt good!" "If it feels good, how come your penis isn't stiff?" "Oh." Alan was quiet for a moment. "Mine doesn't do that," he said, softly. "Why not?" "My parents give me some medicine that's supposed to keep me from starting puberty. It keeps my penis from going stiff, too." Lauren and Jennifer both knew about puberty--for both girls and boys--from school, but neither of them had ever heard about having to take medicine for it. "Are you sick, or were you hurt?" "No. They're doing it to keep me out of trouble." "Did you used to get into a lot of trouble?" "No, but my parents said that teenaged boys often get into a lot of trouble, and they didn't want that happening to me, so they started giving me Stay-boy a few years ago so that wouldn't happen." "Stay-boy?" "It's a new medicine for boys. It stops boys from going through puberty until they're older and can handle it better. My parents talked to me about it. I don't feel any different since I started taking it--except that my penis doesn't get stiff like other boys' do." Jennifer wanted to accuse Alan of making that up, but Alan's penis should have been stiff--and it wasn't. She didn't have any other explanation, so she took Alan at his word. "So, that means you can't...you know, like, do it with a girl?" Lauren asked. "Do what?" Alan thought for a moment. "Oh! That! No, but it still feels good when my..." Alan stopped suddenly, blushing. "What?" both girls asked, simultaneously. "Nothing!" "Come on!" Jennifer repeated. "What?" A moment later, it came to her. "No way! Has someone else played with your penis before?" Alan blushed. "Who?" "My parents play with it sometimes--when we're cuddling." "No way!" "Don't tell anyone!" "We won't," Jennifer promised--giving Lauren a stern Look. "You're the strangest boy I've ever met. I like that. I like you!" Alan smiled. Lauren was unconvinced. "So, if I said you could have sex with me right now--right here on this park bench--you wouldn't be able to do it?" "Lauren!" Alan blushed and answered with a soft "No." Lauren reached behind her undid one of her bikini ties. She pulled the top over her head, displaying the small, round bumps on her chest. She dropped the top on the table, lifted up a little to remove her shorts, them dropped them, too. She laid back on the table and spread her young legs wide, pulling her knees up to her chest. "Come on, Alan! Get on top of me!" "Lauren!" Alan just sat where he was, with a sheepish smile on his face. "Lauren! What do you think you're doing!" "I'm giving Alan the chance to be the first boy to have sex with me! Did you want to be his first?" With that, Lauren sat up, moved over to Jennifer, and shucked her shorts down. While Jennifer was struggling to get them back up, Lauren removed her top. She sat behind Jennifer, holding her arms and using her own legs to spread Jennifer's apart. "Come on, Alan!" Lauren urged. Alan dropped his shorts, then climbed between Jennifer's spread legs. He put his little penis in the place where he knew it should go, then pushed. It squished up against Jennifer's labia, but didn't go in. Instinctively, he started thrusting his hips, but his soft little penis just flopped back and forth against Jennifer's labia. After about thirty seconds, Alan climbed off and shrugged his shoulders. Lauren was distracted enough that Jennifer was able break free of her grasp. She jump up and scrambled into the little clothing she had. Still naked, Lauren climbed off the table and knelt in front of Alan. She placed a hand on each of his buttocks to keep him from pulling away, then took his little nub into her mouth and suckled on it as if it were a nipple. "Ohhhhh!" Alan cried out, raising up on his toes. He danced on tiptoe from one foot to the other as Lauren sucked him. "I think I'm gonna pee!" Lauren released Alan and sat back, but she didn't see anything leaking from Alan's penis. Eventually, she and Alan also got dressed. "So," Jennifer asked, quietly. "How long do you have to keep taking this medicine?" "Mom says I have to take it until I'm eighteen, but she thinks I should keep taking it until I finish college." "Oh." Jennifer silently wondered if she could survive seven years of just kissing. ----- If you'd like to read about Stay-boy, check /files/Authors/wolfcub/stayboy.txt and /files/Authors/wolfcub/stayboyh.txt ----- If you enjoyed this story (or any of my other stories), I would appreciate a quick comment. Thanks! https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KYKADDHQSDHAFCAVRWRM