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. ----- 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