Benny tried to ignore the subtle difference in the way he walked without his balls in the way, as they walked to the mall. They all seemed to be wearing a uniform, as friends and teenagers tend to do: white T-shirt, sneakers and jeans. Benny looked around nervously at his friends, at the bulges in their jeans which, however small they were, told something about them. Something Benny didn't have.
"What's wrong, dude?" Andrew asked, a chubby boy who everyone agreed was a little too nice for his own good. Benny looked at him, surprised. Could he tell? "Oh, uh... nothing."
Benny's voice hadn't cracked yet, something he was embarrassed of. Everyone else's had. Now it never would. "I'm just tired." He said, faking a yawn. It felt as if everyone was staring at him. They finally made it to the mall, and the chatter of the boys intensified. Benny remained quiet, and Andrew kept stealing glances at him, looking increasingly worried. They spoke in hushed voices as they surveyed the true lure of the mall: cute girls. They were everywhere, and though the boys didn't know yet exactly what was to be done with girls, they were very interested.
Benny was usually the most vocal about this, but today, he couldn't manage it. Knowing that he already had their most private parts and would probably end up looking like them in a month or a year made him quite unwilling to drool over them. But he was a good-looking boy. The few girls that noticed them staring returned his gaze the most, often smiling. A little while later he felt a familiar pressure in his bladder and an unfamiliar dread in the pit of his stomach.
"Gotta pee." He said quickly, almost running away from his friends to a bathroom. It wasn't as easy to hold in anymore. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to say "piss."
