Billy Starts Puberty

Hi there everyone. I'm a long time lurker posting my first story here so I'm a little nervous to say the least. I should say up front that this is NOT a futa story. It's a story about a young boy who happens to be going through some very extreme changes during puberty. Please leave feedback for me whether you like my story or not. Anything that can help make me a better writer is welcome. I just want to make the palace community happy. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Introduction

The spring sun shone through the blinds of Billy's modest bedroom window. It danced along the walls covered in posters of various music bands and hip action movies. It also gleamed across the face and body of the handsome young boy who currently dozed in the bed along the far wall. A boy who could only be dreaming a fantastic and erotic dream that most any young lad his age could dream.

Billy awoke slowly as the sunlight penetrated his eyelids. Lazily stretching his arms above his head and wiggling his toes in an attempt to will them out of their nightly atrophy. As Billy's mind cleared of it's grogginess he looked down over himself, only to find his morning wood pushing against his tighty whities with anguish.

Billy suddenly remembered his dream. Only fragments mind you, as with all waking dreams, it was vanishing quickly. He remembered in his dream seeing Connie Cardoole in all of her bodacious glory. As bodacious as a fellow 5th grader could be anyway. Yet for her age she was fantastically developed. And Billy's dreaming mind had most likely only exaggerated her true curves.

As he continued to fantasize about her supple breasts. Most likely already a small c cup, Billy traced his young tight stomach downward to wrap his hand around his hard 4 inch cock. He visualized what Connie would look like completely naked. How big are her nipples? Are they small and perky? Are they large and puffy? Did she have pubic hair yet? Was it the same color as the curly blonde locks that adorned her head?

By the time these thoughts were sprinting across the raceway of Billy's mind, his underwear were already around his ankle and his hand was already stroking his cock on the way to a quick and powerful morning orgasm. Billy gripped his testicles in his other hand, each the size of a small robin's egg, as he felt them clench upward towards his body. His orgasm rocketed through his lithe young body with speed and force. His cock pulsed in his hands as pleasure overcame him. Throbbing hard four times before it slowed to a dull tingle.

Billy lay on his bed for a few minutes, basking in the peaceful afterglow of one of his favorite hobbies, when his alarm clock burst into chorus with blaring screech of a legless cat. "Holy shit!" Shouted Billy at the sudden intrusion to his peaceful daze. Slamming his hand against the top of the noisy plastic box caused it to cease it's incess