Author: wolfcub
Title: A Stay-boy Boy
Summary: A teenaged boy discusses his experiences being on a drug that 
prevents him from starting puberty. A Stay-boy story.
Keywords: bb mm mf

Before reading this story, you may want to read "Stay Boy" and "Stay 
Boy History"--two brief essays that introduce the Stay-boy universe.



My name's Tyler. I'm a normal, fourteen-year-old boy--normal in the 
sense that I'm one of the nearly nine million boys who regularly take 
Stay-boy, the drug that prevents the start of puberty.

I'm average-sized for a boy my age on Stay-boy--meaning that I don't 
look much different from any typical ten-year-old boy, except that I'm 
maybe an inch or two taller. I don't have any facial hair, underarm 
hair, or pubic hair, I still have what my mother embarrassingly calls 
an "angelic" voice, and I still have a dinky two-incher hanging between 
my legs over a pair of tiny balls that are still held up close to my 
body. Basically, at least physically, I'm a tall ten-year-old.

My best friend, Jake, doesn't take Stay-boy. He's only thirteen, but 
he's four inches taller than I am (and an inch and a half longer, if 
you know what I mean). He only has a little bit of pubic hair, but his 
balls are like walnuts and hang down low in a loose sack.

One of the things that we do have in common is that neither one of us 
gets boners. Stay-boy has an ingredient that "ensures your boy's penis 
stays soft." When he turned eleven, Jake's parents made him start 
taking Safe-boy, which has that same ingredient but not the other ones 
that stop puberty. Every boy I know takes either Stay-boy or Safe-boy, 
but I've heard that there are some boys who don't take either.

Jake and I have been best friends since the fourth grade. Since then, 
we always sleep over at each other's houses a lot. I think it was just 
the second or third sleepover when we started fooling around with each 
other. I was already on Stay-boy, but Jake hadn't started taking 
Safe-boy, yet. I was fascinated by his boner.

I've been taking Stay-boy since I was eight, so I don't much remember 
my own penis ever getting hard, but my parents have numerous pictures 
of me naked with a little stiffy pointing out from my body, so I know 
it did.

From the moment my parents knew they were having a boy, they knew they 
were going to put me on Stay-boy, so they used to take a picture of me 
almost every time I got a stiffy. My mom even admits to sometimes 
giving me a stiffy on purpose just so she could take a picture of it. 
My penis will get bigger and start getting hard, again, once I graduate 
college and stop taking Stay-boy, but I really don't think about that 
now.

By the time Jake started sleeping over, it had been more than two years 
since my penis had gone stiff, so Jake's boner intrigued me. He let me 
play with it, and he was equally fascinated with the fact that my own 
penis stayed limp, no matter how much he rubbed it--or sucked on it. We 
pretty much did everything to each other--at least everything we could.

Even though my penis doesn't get stiff, it's still fun to play 
with--and even funner to have someone else play with it. After a few 
occasions of rubbing each other, Jake suggested I try sucking him, 
which I didn't hesitate to do. Of course, he returned the favor.

When his eleventh birthday was approaching, Jake asked his parents if 
they were going to put him on Stay-boy. They said no, but they were 
going to start making him take Safe-boy before he became a 
nuisance--and a threat--to girls. It was at that time that Jake made 
another suggestion.

"You know, my parents are going to make me start taking Safe-boy after 
my eleventh birthday."

"Yeah? Most boys do, I mean the ones that aren't already on Stay-boy."

"Yeah. You know what that means, don't you?"

"It means you won't get boners anymore."

"Duh! It means I won't be able to stick it in a girl."

Recently, Jake had been talking about girls a lot. I didn't have much 
interest in them. Of course, I didn't have any sexual interest in them, 
but Jake was just starting to get curious. "Why would you want to do 
that?"

"I don't know. I've just been thinking about it a lot, recently." He 
paused for a moment, then said, softly, "I asked Shelby if I could put 
it in her."

Shelby was a girl in our class. Jake sat with her at lunch and played 
with her at recess. Since I was Jake's best friend, that meant that I 
was around her a lot, too, but I didn't have the lost puppy dog look 
around her that Jake often had. "Did she say yes?"

"She threatened to tell my mom! Don't laugh!"

I couldn't stop laughing, so Jake pounced on me. At the time, we were 
both still about the same size, so I put up a good fight, which ended 
when we were both laughing too hard to continue. I noticed that Jake 
had a boner.

"You want me to suck it for you?" Without waiting for an answer, I 
moved toward him, but he stopped me.

"Would you let me try something else?"

I eyed Jake suspiciously. We were at his house. He got up and went to 
his bathroom, then came back with what looked like a tube of 
toothpaste, but wasn't.

"Lay down on the bed on your stomach."

I didn't move.

"Come on, Tyler! It'll be fun. I promise!"

"What are you going to do?" I really had no clue.

"Just do it!" he whined.

Like I said, he's my best friend, so I did as he asked.

"Spread your legs a little."

Then I felt something cold and wet touch my butt hole. I scrambled to 
my knees, turning to face Jake. "What are you doing?!"

"Trust me!"

I hesitated a moment, but I did trust him, so I got back into position. 
He spread whatever was in the tube over my butt hole then pushed some 
inside with his fingers. It felt weird, but kind of nice, too. When he 
was done, I looked over my shoulder and saw him rubbing some on his 
penis. By the time I made the connection, he was lying on top of me.

I felt his penis poke at my butt crack a few times, then Jake raised up 
a little and used his hand to guide his penis to the right place. He 
pushed against my hole, and his boner popped into me in one, swift 
movement. He and I both gasped as I tried to clamp my hole shut.

"Wow!" Jake said, with a trembling voice.

We stayed like that for a moment. When I relaxed a little, Jake started 
thrusting. He slipped out a few times, but each time he quickly pushed 
himself back inside me and resumed thrusting. When I didn't object, he 
began thrusting faster and harder. Soon, he was gasping and grunting 
while he thrust at a quick pace. After a couple of minutes, he pushed 
hard into me and grunted loudly. I felt his penis kicking inside me.

After maybe ten seconds or so, Jake relaxed and collapsed onto me. His 
chest was pressed against my back, and I felt his hot breath over my 
shoulder. In another minute, he rolled off me and laughed.

I looked over my shoulder to see if my butt looked any different--not 
knowing what I expected to find. I looked over at Jake, who had a big 
smile on his face.

The whole purpose of Stay-boy is to prevent sweet little boys from 
turning into horny little monsters (my mother's words), so I didn't 
have any sexual feelings--had never had any sexual feelings--but that 
didn't mean that I didn't have sensual feelings. What little boy 
doesn't enjoy cuddling with his mother and getting his back rubbed?

I enjoyed my sex play with Jake, even if it was more sensual play than 
sex play, at least for me. I still "played with myself" from time to 
time (something my parents never admonished me for), and I still 
enjoyed cuddling with my parents, but what Jake had just done to me was 
something else: It was like cuddling times a thousand. Over the next 
few weeks, I enthusiastically welcomed Jake every time he suggested we 
"do it"--and if he didn't suggest it, I'd wiggle my butt at him, and 
he'd be on me without asking. My only regret was that we hadn't started 
doing it sooner.

Jake's eleventh birthday arrived, and he started taking Safe-boy, which 
ended our adventures in anal sex--at least between me and Jake. We 
already knew that it didn't work if  you couldn't get a boner because I 
had already tried putting my little softie into Jake. I could stuff it 
in, but I couldn't thrust, and that wasn't any fun.

Jake and I still slept over at each other's houses, but we had to be 
content with hand jobs and blow jobs. Now that he couldn't get an 
erection, I began to loose interest in playing with his penis--or 
having him play with mine. Before long, our sex play consisted mainly 
of me sucking his penis whenever he "needed it bad," which I was happy 
to do for him whenever and as often as he asked.

Middle school meant more girls with more curves, which meant a lot to 
Jake but not much to me. It probably would have meant nothing at all to 
me except that I hung out with Jake and his girlfriends (yes, girl 
*friends*--Jake is a looker, and all the girls like him) the way I had 
hung out with him and Shelby in the fourth grade.

The result was that I spent a lot of time playing video games in Jake's 
room while he made out with a girl on his bed. The immediate upside was 
that I got to satisfy the little curiosity that I did have about girls. 

The first time Jake had a girl in his room while I was there, she was 
nice enough to let me do a thorough study of the female anatomy. 
Lacking any sexual urges, my curiosity was quickly satisfied. After 
that, I mostly just put up with Jake and his girlfriends. They'd often 
flirt with me, fascinated by their inability to get any reaction from 
me.

A few times, they wanted to make out with me, but since I was not in 
any way enthusiastic about it, the kissing usually stopped shortly 
after it started. I also got the occasional blow job--and snuggling 
with a naked girl is nice, even for a boy who's not interested in sex.

I don't know why, but girls don't have anything like Stay-boy or 
Safe-boy. They get breasts and hair and curves, and they get interested 
in boys. When they first enter puberty, they're particularly interested 
in Stay-boy boys. Their bodies want to do something with boys, and 
they're intrigued that so many boys don't want to do anything in 
return. Eventually, they get over the fascination and turn their 
attentions to the boys who are interested. By seventh grade, all the 
girls I had contact with were over the fascination.

Despite his distractions, Jake did well in school, just like I did. A 
lot of the reason for that was my constant nagging of him whenever his 
mind wandered at the wrong time. We were both in advanced classes, we 
were both on the swim team, and we both played soccer and baseball. We 
were really a lot alike, except that he was interested in girls, and I 
wasn't.

Now that we're in high school, there are even more girls with even more 
curves--most of whom are interested in Jake and not one of whom is 
interested in me--not sexually, anyway. Nor do I have any interest in 
them, except that Jake drags me along on his dates. He says we're 
double dating, but I'm just hanging out with friends--some of whom 
happen to be girls.

To me, that's all there is: Some of my friends are boys, and other of 
my friends our girls. I don't see them as any different, except that 
Jake never wants to fool around with any of my boy friends. (By that, I 
mean boys who are my friends. It never occurred to me to think of a boy 
having a boyfriend until Jake brought it up one day.)

"So, you don't have any interest in having sex with a girl? At all?"

"You don't have sex with girls, either."

"Well, not that kind of sex, but I do fool around with girls."

I shrugged my shoulders and kept working on my chemistry homework, 
hoping that Jake would drop the subject and work on his own chemistry 
homework--we have a big test coming up.

"What about guys?"

Realizing that he wasn't going to give up until I gave him some 
answers, I put my tablet down, sat up, and looked at him. "What about 
guys?" I asked, truly not knowing what he was getting at.

"Do you ever think about fooling around with guys? You know, like we 
used to when we were little?"

I shrugged my shoulders again and thought about how to explain it to 
him. "Do you still crawl into bed with your parents?"

"No..." he answered with a puzzled look.

"I guess it's like that: I've outgrown it."

"Yeah, but now I crawl into bed with girls," this time with a devious 
smile.

I sighed. He wasn't letting go. Sometimes Jake can be annoying, and he 
says that sometimes I can be exasperating, but we're still best 
friends. I tried to explain the thing about friends who are boys and 
friends who are girls. I wasn't sure Jake believed me, so I decided to 
turn the conversation to something that wouldn't interest him. "Does it 
bother you that you can't have real sex with a girl?"

"Does it bother you?"

"No," I answered, matter-of-factly. I didn't need to hear Jake's 
answer: I already knew what it was.

"Let's just get this chemistry done. We have a big test coming up."

I didn't argue.

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