But What If...

Joining a Teen Boy's Club Early

By His story, buff

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JOINING A TEEN BOYS’ CLUB EARLY

by His story, buff

In the summer between sixth and seventh grades, Karl was just eleven (.. and a half ) years old and just beginning to feel some changes to his body and he had interesting daydreams in class as well as strange thoughts as he lay in bed each morning.

His brother, Fred, was three years older and would be going into high school in September and he seemed to know some secret he was keeping from Karl. Fred had been hanging out with his pal George and a few other guys from their class all summer but they wouldn’t let Karl tag along, saying he wasn’t man enough to fit in. Of course, that really stung the young lad. Kevin, Tom and Harry weren't that much older than Karl and they kind of giggled like girls and, in a social if not physical sense, were actually less mature than Karl. But Fred had told his brother that those three guys could prove their manhood and they did every time during certain club games. Fred did not go into details.

Like everyone else in their school, Karl had heard about what had happened a few weeks ago to that kid, Victor, who had tried to brazen his way into Fred's club and paid the price with a one mile naked run home, being chased by girls, by all accounts. But Victor was just a kid and a cry-baby and scaredy-cat to boot. Also Victor was asking for it by being such a pest, always tagging around guys way too old for him and pretending to be more than he was. Karl was going to take a straightforward, teenage guy approach. He'd put all his cards on the table and earn their respect.

Karl figured he was much older than Victor and wouldn't be so easily tricked and bullied. Besides, his brother was club president and wouldn't let anything like that happen to his kid-brother. So Karl got up the nerve one day and walked in uninvited to the boys' club house ( Fred's garage ) and, in the stunned silence, sat down on a wooden stool and calmly announced, " Guys, as Fred can tell you, I'm nearly a teenager, I'm no chicken-shit little kid like 'you-know-who' and I'd like you to consider letting me join your club."

Fred was taken by surprise by his little brother’s nerve, and his feeling went both ways. He was pissed off that Karl presumed he had a right to barge in on them, but he was also kind of proud of his kid-brother for his moxie. Karl had balls showing up like that and even showing up his older brother. So Fred resisted his initial urge to humiliate Karl and kick the lad out of the garage with his jeans and underpants at his ankles. Instead he took a different approach.

Fred got up and started walking toward his brother. His voice was calm but cold as he said, " This is a club for teenagers, big boys who do big boy stuff, Karl. It's not meant for little boys with big heads and small cocks. I told you already we have secret games. We do things every day to prove we're young men, not cry-baby kiddies. You're only eleven. What makes you think you can behave like a teenager?"

Karl was prepared for questions like this and he puffed out his chest and answered straight off, first to his big brother, but also looking around to the rest of the guys to let them know his message was for all of them.

" I know things," Karl began, " Stuff you may think I don't know. I know about sex and the difference.. you know, down there, between boys and girls. And, at night, I think about girls in my class..." Karl hesitated for a moment trying to find the right words. " And I get funny feelings .. you know, down there, when I think of the sexier girls.. and stuff... umm my penis feels tingly, especially in the morning, when I think of girls in their panties.. yeah, like in ONLY their panties."

George was the first to speak after Karl's bravado. He was holding a rolled up glossy magazine in his hand as he walked right up to the lad and said, " So you get a little tingly, do you? But do you get a big stiffy?" And with that George rolled out the magazine and opened it up to the page the lads had been ogling when Karl had burst in on them.

Karl's eyes were like the proverbial saucers and his jaw dropped as he saw photo after photo on page after page of girls.. no women, in various sexy poses.. AND THEY WERE ALL BUCK NAKED!

His pre-teen reverie was interrupted by his brother tapping him on the shoulder and whispering in his ear, " So which is it, Karl, Tingly or Stiffy?"

Karl's flushed face kind of gave it away, but the guys wanted to hear it from him and when Karl gulped and replied " Well, sort of both, I think." Tom and Harry both grinned and shouted out, "Prove it!"

Even young Kevin joined in the mocking and added, " You don't have to strip, Karl. You're not being initiated or anything. But you do have to back up your big-boy words with big-boy proof."

George took charge then and explained what was going to go down. " What the guys are saying, Karl, is that even little kids get funny feelings imagining girls without their clothes...and girls get especially giddy thinking about naked boys. But for a teenage boy it's more than just thoughts and feelings. His cock gets bigger, harder, stiffer and he does stuff with it. "

"You don't have to tell me that," said Karl, trying to put on a brave face and maybe talk his way out of it. " I know guys jerk off. I'm more mature than you think."

Then Fred stepped in and seemed to come to his kid-brother's rescue. " Look Karl, like Kevin said, you're not pledging our club, so we're not going to strip you, strap you or piss all over you. We just want to see if you are growing up where it really counts. So just pull your jeans down to your knees, you don't even have to drop your undies. Just look at the pictures of pretty naked girls in this magazine and show us a tent."

Easier said than done. True, Karl had experienced some stirring in his pj's or in his underpants some mornings while thinking of Sally, a girl in his class with real boobies (actually Sally stuffed her training bra with cotton balls, but Karl didn't know that.) But dick-stick stirring and smelly soiled sheets were not the same as a raging teenage hard-on. Karl knew he wasn't 'up' to that task.

But because of his bravado and the older guys' challenge, he felt he had no choice. Karl pulled his jeans down and started to reach for his groin to stroke his package enough to get at least a little rise. But George swatted his hand away before Karl could even touch his cloth-covered crotch.

" No stroking.. not even light touching, Karl. Hands behind your back," said George as he held the girlie mag up inches from Karl's face. "Just look at these pictures and think about all their naked girl parts. If that doesn't get your cock stiff, if you don't pop a tent in your undies, then we'll know you're just a little boy with big dreams." George smirked and added, " and maybe not even wet-dreams, at that." He and Fred laughed while the other the guys snickered and giggled.

To his older brother's shock and amazement, Karl's pre-teen penis began to stir... not rise exactly, but there was definitely movement under his underwear and a tiny bump appeared and, more importantly, stayed erect for a good minute and a half as Karl, gazing at the nude girly pics, thought about a disturbing dream he'd had lately. It was a half-dream half-waking sort of scene in his mind that had left his underpants sticky damp. It was about girls and nudity, all right. But the dream wasn't about him getting excited and blushing by looking at naked girls. It was about girls getting giddy and blushing about looking at him while he was stark naked.

Needless to say, Karl did not let his brother and the other guys know what his thoughts were that prompted a mini-erection inside his underpants. But Karl did look smug as he stood there with that hands-free, semi-stiffy tenting his shorts.

He smiled and said, " I told I was a big boy."

Fred and the boys were impressed, but not enough to let Karl join their club where popping boners was just the prelude to circle jerk games and really raunchy and very secret ceremonies of manhood. They weren't about to let an eleven-year-old dilute their macho pride with half-mast masturbation malarkey. But they did want to see how far the youngster could go.

Fred told this brother to pull up his pants and give George back his girly mag. " Okay, Karl, " he said, " You've sort of proved your point. ' but he added, ' not much of a point, but it is a start and for a kid who's only eleven.."

"Eleven-and-a-half!" corrected Karl with a bit of a pout.

Okay, for a kid of almost 12, you did well because that’s still early for full puberty in guys. So I think we can consider your application. Now go outside while we talk this over. We won't be long."

So Karl got his hopes up as he hoped his cock would get up to the job when and if the club tested his manhood. He had a nervous wait outside the garage, but it only lasted about ten minutes. The door opened and he was invited back in. Fred did all the talking this time as he was club president. That seemed a good sign to Karl who thought that meant the boys were taking him seriously and following proper formalities.

" You've shown sincere interest and potential, Karl." began his brother who gave him a friendly clap on the back. " Your application examination will take place tomorrow at noon, when we find out how big a man you can be and whether, despite your young age, you can prove yourself and live up to your potential."

"Thank you, Sir." replied Karl who wanted to show both gratitude and deference to his brother and all the club members.

"The entrance exam won't take place in the club house, though." added Fred. " It will take place in a fairly secluded area of Forester Park, on the far end and in the wooded area where we sometimes sneak cans of beer. There's a clearing by the roadway not visible this time of year because of all the leaves and bushes. I'll take you there tomorrow to make sure you're on time and we’ll meet everyone else there."

"Should I bring anything special?" Karl was eager to get started and didn't want to mess anything up at this point.

"Actually, if you could bring a couple of paper bags.. the big ones we get a Dave's Supermarket, that would be great. " said Fred. " Wear the same clothes you have on now. Anything else we need, I'll bring or someone else will provide."

Karl hardly slept a wink that night, he was so eager and yet anxious. If he met with their approval he would be in with the big boys and could look forward to hanging out at the pool hall, sipping cans of Old Milwaukee, maybe even smoking Lucky Strikes while jacking off over girlie magazines. Life would be good.

But what if he couldn't prove himself? What if he wasn't really ready, not 'up for it'? Utter humiliation and his brother would be embarrassed too. He just had to make it and he was determined to do whatever he had to get their approval.

The next morning at breakfast Karl sat in the same clothes as yesterday while he ate his Cheerios. At 11:15 he and Fred set off for the park. The walked briskly to make it to the far end of Forester Park, but even so it took them the full 45 minutes to get to that wooded spot where Karl's exam would take place.
George, Tom, Harry and Kevin were already there when they arrived. Karl's clothes were really sweaty now. He was wearing jeans, even though it was hot enough to warrant khaki shorts. As well he had on a blue T-shirt, his sneakers and white socks and his tight, white underpants. He was overdressed for the hot weather. But that would not prove to be a problem.

The clearing was pretty much as Karl expected, having talked with Fred about it the night before. There was an old pine stump near the center and a few crushed beer cans littered about. Cigarette stubs were also strewn about. Kevin handed Fred a large magnifying glass ( It was a real one but Kevin had used it last Hallowe'en as a prop for his Sherlock Holmes costume when he went trick or treating. ) George had brought along a few girlie magazines. All the lads sat down on the ground except Karl and Fred, who ignored his brother and spoke directly to his buddies.

"Club brethren and fellow society members," Fred began in orator fashion, " today we welcome Pledge Karl in hopes that today's examination will prove him worthy of membership and prove that he is man enough to hold his own.. and come.... into his manhood, even at so tender an age of eleven."

Rhythmic applause from the four boys seated, followed by chanting that grew in volume: " Show...show...show.. Show us what you've got, Pledge! "

Fred turned and faced his brother and, with magnifying glass in hand, inspected Karl's face arms and hands for a full two minutes before turning back to the other club members and declaring, " Nothing there. Not a whisker nor stubble nor any sign of hair other than Karl's eyebrows and, of course, the hair atop his head. But no manly body hair that I can see...at least, not yet."

Fred turned back facing Karl and proceeded to explain that a sign of sure manhood (or a boy's growing towards manhood) was coarse body hair. Karl had nothing facial nor any hair on his knuckles or arms where hair often appears first at the outset of puberty. Fred then ordered his brother to remove his sneakers and socks and give them to Tom for safe keeping. Karl did and Tom promptly placed them in one of the bags provided for the occasion.

Fred used the glass to check out Karl's toes, but no hair growing there either. " It's a long shot, " Fred said, " but we owe it to our Pledge to check every possible sign. So Karl, please remover your T-shirt and give it to Tom."

Once bare-chested, Karl was told to raise his arms straight up so they could check for armpit hair as well as any wisps of hair or even just fuzz growing around the boy's nipples. Nothing there, nor his belly. Next to be removed was Karl's jeans so Fred could examine his kid-brother's legs and thighs. No hair.

So Karl was now down to just his tight, white underpants which seemed to have a small lump growing slightly in front. Not enough to verify manhood, but promising.

"I was hoping we wouldn't have to resort to this," sighed Fred, " But it looks like, if Karl has no pubic hair around his crotch and balls, then we'll have to test his manhood in a more direct and telling manner. But maybe our young pledge will defy all the odds and, even with no other body hair, perhaps he has crotch hair and that would be proof enough. Let's see. Drop your underpants and let them lie at your feet while I take a good look."

This was embarrassing, of course. But for Karl, the real shame he'd feel would come when he exposed his little-boy, bald as a billiard ball crotch. His underpants fell and his face went red as a beet.
That's when he heard tittering and giggles among the bushes surrounding the clearing. Girls' voices.. Lots of voices, lots of girls! Seven of them, in fact, were in hiding and had seen everything.. Three of them were from Karl's class at school. The four others were girls who were in Fred and George's graduating class.

Karl was frozen to the spot and, as the seven giddy girls emerged from their hiding place, Karl reached down with his hands to cover his tiny penis and bald balls. But Fred barked out an order for him to place his hands behind his head and stay that way until the exam was over. Karl did as he was told and, to his amazement as much as anyone else, he found his uncovered cock was bobbing up and down. It was small, but growing slightly as it lifted.

Fred broke the awkward silence as the girls gaped and smiled at the change they were seeing in Karl. " Karl, we never said other kids wouldn't be part of your exam... just that it would take place out of public sight and in secret. These girls won't blab and, besides, we needed young girls to check out the validity of your manhood claims."

The puzzled look on Karl's face showed his brother that a more detailed explanation would be needed . So he went on, " Body hair, of which you have none, is the obvious sign of puberty. But a direct and personal sign can be ascertained by your body's own sexual reaction.. usually to photos of naked girls.. that can lead to your ability to perform like a big boy and not just sit and dream like a little boy."

Karl still looked perplexed. So Fred was both blunt and, ironically, to the point. " Pledge Karl, step out of your dropped underpants and give them to Tom. We need you stark naked and under the watchful eyes of these girls to see if you can man-up. "

After Karl did as he was told, Fred continued. " Hands atop head again, Karl. Okay, I want you to look directly into the eyes of these girls who are carefully looking at your cock to see if there are any signs of manliness. Look at them looking at you, Karl. If your cock stiffens and rises, without you touching it and while you watch these girls looking at your naked body, then you will have earned the right to be initiated into the big-boys' club. You have ten minutes to give it a go."

For the first six minutes Karl face kept its beet-red color. The girls' giggling and delighted laughter went up and down with Karl's bobbing boyhood / near manhood. But after six minutes of this total humiliation, Karl's cock no longer bobbed. It stood straight out and stayed hard. It was still small, of course, but had grown a bit in length and thickness. Enough to change the girls' reaction. A quiet murmur replaced giggles and some heavy breathing might have been detected. Karl stood at attention for the last four minutes.

Fred thanked the girls for their help in Karl's examination and told them to scoot off and to remember to keep quiet about this. They grudgingly agreed but before leaving, the three girls from Karl's class went up to him and winked and two of them raised eyebrows and said, ' Hope to see more of you some more, Karl" Then they giggled shyly and ran off with the rest.

All through the girls' parting comments and ogling, Karl stayed at attention in both ways; he kept his hands atop his head with his legs spread wide and his cock stayed erect and was now throbbing all on its own.

"Well done, brother!" said a sincere Fred. " You can complete your initiation now. I'll take all your clothes home for you, but you can wear something else instead. "

And with that Fred took the bag of Karl's clothes from Tom and handed his brother the second paper grocery bag. It had been slightly altered. The bottom of the bag was torn out and the length of the bag was cut in half. As a result, Karl stepped into what looked like a square paper tube only eight inches in height. He would have to hold on to two sides of the bag covering his 'naughty bits' but if he walked carefully, and certainly did not run, only the bottom of his bare butt would show.

Karl took it like a good sport. He'd have to take well over an hour to get home naked and covered in the scantiest of paper covering. But he got in the big-boys club and, as an added bonus, he discovered something about himself: he really enjoyed having girls watch him get naked and stay naked. His dreams that night would make his sheets sticky, for sure.

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