The Usual Disclaimers
I have just turned 20 and the thought of writing about an experience I had just before my 17th. birthday, came to mind. I think I was like every other kid while in primary school but once we all got to high school, most of the other guys started to pull away from me on the physical side. Even today, if you were generous, you would probably think that I am a 16 or 17 year old, so when I was actually 16, most people would have thought that I was a 12 or 13 year old. Thanks to a close friend called Toby, no one gave me a hard time over this issue, as Toby was known to put people in their place if he heard a put down or joke at my expense. I was always grateful to have someone like Toby who would stand up for me against any group ridicule.
Academically, I was ahead of most of the guys and excelled in math and science. I was also a good debater and would often come up with an angle on a topic that the opposition would have difficulties countering. By the time I was 15, I started to make excuses to drop out of the debating team as debating required that one stands before an audience and with everyone else looking 15 or 16, people would be wondering what a 10 or 11 year old is doing in such company. So I switched my focus to chess. and one sat down while playing chess.
In our school region, someone in the past 'invented' an interschool competition which came to be known as the 'Academic Olympics.' Each school took it in turn to host the event and other schools would travel to the town in question. In my 17th. year, our team needed to travel some 3 hours and the host school would organize for families to volunteer to host individual students. These Olympics were always held during the semester break, usually the first two days of the holidays. I don't think any of us minded this as it was a change, and after the two days of competition, we always toured the district and took in the sights.
Our school bus arrived at the town / school in the late afternoon an there were some ten cars awaiting our arrival. A teacher with a clipboard assigned us to a waiting family and I was introduced to a Mrs Kennedy. As we drove to her home, she informed me that she and her son lives in a small 1960-style home.
She asked me my age and I reluctantly told her that I was 16. (I did not mention that I was two months away from being 17). All she told me about her son was that he was younger than me, and I certainly wasn't going to discuss any age issue.
Mrs Kennedy was in a hurry as soon as we arrived home as she was keen to provide me with a hot meal before she had to leave for her evening shift at the local hospital. She was a nurse. Leaving at 6.45pm, I had 15 minutes on my own, before the door opened and in walked her son Brandon. He was certainly taller than me but this did not surprise me as 98% of guys my age are taller than me. We greeted and he went for a shower immediately. As it was summer, he returned bare chested and only wearing a track pants. The fact that he had armpit hair was most obvious, as they were black against his Caucasian skin. Those hairs were long, four to five inches long and definitely in the bush department. He nuked his meal and we watched TV until about 8.30pm, when he suddenly asked: 'My mother said you are older than me, so just how old are you?'
Reluctantly I said: '16.'
'You re kidding? said he, got up from his seat, approached me and told me to stand up. As I looked up at him and he looked down on me, he took me by the arm and lead me into his mother's bedroom and stood us both before a full length mirror. With me standing in front of him, I noticed that I came up to his chin.
'Do you know how old I am? he asked.
'No' said I.
'Have a guess.'
'15?'
Nope...guess again.
'14?' - ( I had already experienced Grade 9'ers who looked like junior or senior students, so this was a possibility)
Nope, guess again.
'13 ????'
Nope. I am twelve'...take your shirt off.'
Before I could even consider his request, he had lifted my T-shirt over my head and I saw my torso in the reflection of the mirror, in front of his much larger torso. He then flexed his muscles, revealing a V-shaped chest of a typical 15 or 16 year old teenager. His armpit hairs were now even more visible and the amount of hair was more than what I had seen on some 16 year olds. He then held up my arm to check out my armpit hair and saw none.
Do you shave your pits? he asked. Before I could answer, he said: 'You have never had hairs have you?
I had to be truthful and nod a 'no.'
'I have had hairs here since I was 10 and you have never had hairs and you are 16????? said he with some disbelief.
He then moved his left armpit really close to my right arm pit and moved both our bodies closer to the mirror. The comparison was difficult to believe. His hair coverage would have been six inches of bush vs. six inches of smoothness.
He then spun me around so that my eyes were directly into his armpit and he moved his armpit into my face, I could feel the hairs tickle my nose.
'If you have nothing in your pits, what do you have down there?
Before I could answer, he had my pants down around my knees. My rock hard 2.8 incher had been erect since I was eyeing him while watching TV, but being only 2.8 inches, meant that it wouldn't have been obvious. He looked down as I was about to cover up with my hand. But he was quick and kept my hands from covering myself. Looking down, he then bent down and viewed the sight from groin level. 'Far out...you only have two hairs!' And that is what I had, two light brown hairs, each about 1/2 inch long. He placed his middle finger against my appendage and made a comparison. I recall it being similar.
Taking me by the arm again, he led me into his bedroom, got his ruler and moved to his bed, where he took up a sitting position at the head of the bed.
Spreading his legs, he motioned that I sit in the area between his legs. Unsure about what he meant, I just sat on the edge of his bed, covering myself with my hand.
(to be continued)