He had no idea whether any of the other boys even bothered to notice, but he certainly did. Several boys already sported thickening pubic hair, broadening shoulders, and deepening voices. Bobby knew from his health class that puberty came earlier and passed more quickly for some, while others, like him, were consigned to wait longer in the realm of childhood. Knowing the facts, however, did not necessarily make them easier to endure.

Take Brett Thompson, for example. Bobby looked with envy upon the youth, whose tall muscled form, dark chest hair, and hint of a peachfuzz mustache all clearly demonstrated that he was on the threshold of manhood. In contrast, Bobby's slight shoulders showed no sign of broadening yet; the fine, sparse hair on his body was virtually transparent, blond despite the fact that hair on his head was dark brown; and his voice had still not broken from its childish alto. He sighed.

Lost in the reflection, he hardly noticed that he'd been staring at his classmate across the locker room. He was startled into realization, however, when Brett dropped his towel to get dressed. For a few moments, the most humiliating distinction was revealed. Brett's penis dangled unceremoniously from a thick nest of black curls, a stout tube of swaying meat that even in its flaccid state was impressive. Behind the relaxed shaft hung a pendulous dark scrotum, holding two distinct egg-sized testicles. Bobby quailed. How could he ever hope to compete with a manly kid like Brett, when his hairless little prick was barely four inches long at its hardest, hardly thicker than his thumb, and backed up by no more than a couple of marbles.

"Life sucks," thought Bobby as he finally averted his gaze and quickly donned his underwear. "I'll never get girls to like me. I'm just a kid, and it seems like I always will be. They never even notice me; they can't get enough of guys like Brett. Shit, I'll never be Brett's size, I bet, even when I'm a man!"

He slammed his locker shut, earning him the only attention from his classmates he was to enjoy, and stomped out of the gym and on to the final class of the day, where he knew he'd moon hopelessly at the most desperately fuckable girl in the entire seventh grade, Shelly Tanner, for an unrequited fifty minutes of forlorn adolescence.....(cont)