Two days later, Rupert called again and invited me to his house. He suggested that I stay for supper. After checking with Grandpa, I accepted gladly, knowing that I wouldn’t have to sit through another uncomfortable session at the kitchen table.
Half an hour later, he and his mom pulled up in front of our house. I was nervous, because I knew there was something I wanted to ask him and I was afraid he might laugh at me. When I got in the back of the car with him, I thought about giving him a hug, but I knew I should wait until we were alone. We did, however, hold hands.
As we got out of the car I asked him, “Can we go for a walk?”
“Sure,” he said, and we headed out behind the house and into the woods. It seemed very natural to hold hands as we walked.
When we were sitting once again beside the stream, I said, “Rupert, there’s something I want to ask you, but I’m afraid you might laugh or get upset.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t. What is it?”
“Well, first of all, do you play with your thing?”
“My thing?” He looked puzzled.
“Yeah,” I said, pointing down towards my own.
Recognition came to his face and he said, “Sure. All boys do.”
“That’s what Nigel said, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else.”
“What else do you want to know?”
“Well, he said he thought Dad had not given me ‘The Talk’, but Nigel wasn’t gonna do that.”
“Nobody in your family told you about puberty and sex?”
“No, and I don’t want to ask Grandpa. He can be scary.”
“So, I guess it’s up to me.” I nodded. After thinking for a moment, he began, “Well, first of all, boys about our age begin to go through puberty.” He explained all about physical changes to our bodies: hormones, growth spurts, semen and sperm, growth of body hair, and changing voices. I learned some new words, like masturbation and ejaculation.
I was fascinated and, I guess, a little scared of what the changes would be like.
I thanked him for telling me, and said, “But that still doesn’t explain why my thing gets hard.”
“Well, it has to get hard so that, if you want to make a baby, you can stick your penis into the woman and shoot your sperm. I guess it’s just a part of puberty that it gets hard a lot, often when you’re not even thinking about sex.”
“But what if you pee in her instead?”
“You won’t. Boys have a valve or something that shuts off your peeing when you’re having sex.”
We sat silently for a long while, before I said, “Okay, one last thing.” He nodded. “Last night, when I was rubbing my thing, I felt a little tingle down there. What’s that?”
“That’s great! It’s the beginning of the feeling that will soon get much stronger when you’re shooting sperm. I’ve just begun shooting, and it’s a fantastic sensation.”
“I had no idea about all that. How did you learn about it?”
“My dad told me, and he gave me a couple of books to look at. You can certainly borrow them if you’d like.”
Again we sat in silence until Rupert said, “Let’s go back to the house and grab some lunch.”
We headed back through the woods, swinging our joined hands back and forth. In his kitchen we made sandwiches and drank Cherry Coke. When we finished, we went up to his room, where he found the books he’d spoken of and handed them to me.
“Put them on the desk,” he said, “but don’t forget them when you head home tonight.” Then he pulled me into a warm hug followed by another kiss.
This time, his kiss became more forceful, and his hugging became even stronger. He ran his hands up and down my back and even over my butt cheeks. Soon, I was doing the same to him, and my heart began to beat faster.
He reached down and pulled my shirt off over my head. I took his off. Then he took my hand and led me to his bed, where we lay facing each other and kissing once again.
I broke the kiss and asked, “Do you really shoot stuff out of your thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I see?”
Without saying anything, he pulled his shorts and underwear down to his feet, lay on his back, and began to pump his hard thing.
I gazed at what he was doing, and the longer I watched, the more excited I got. As he stroked his thing he began
to moan. Then he said
“Ungh… Ungh!” And sure enough, a little liquid shot out of his thing onto his tummy.
“Wow!” I said.
“I’ll be shooting much more soon, but even now it feels great.” He produced a tissue from somewhere and wiped the liquid off his tummy.
“I can’t wait,” I said, breathlessly.
“Pull down your pants,” he said. I did as he told me, and he took hold of my thing and begin to stroke it. I had always thought it felt good when I had my hand on it, but his hand on it was a delicious new feeling. Soon, I felt the tingle, and for a moment I felt my thing throbbing before it stopped.
“Thanks,” I said, breathing hard.
“Anytime,” he responded, grinning.
We lay on the bed, rubbing each other’s backs and then switching to the chests and stomachs. It all felt so good.
It wasn’t long before we were hard again.
“Here,” he said, taking my thing. “Why don’t you do me while I do you?” So we lay, stroking and rubbing each other until he shot again and I tingled. He didn’t shoot as much the second time, but I was envious that he could do it at all.
We dozed off for a while. Later I became aware of his hand moving up and down my back. I did the same for him. We both grew hard but decided that twice in an afternoon was enough.
We climbed off the bed, pulled up our shorts, and put on our T-shirts. Then he suggested that we play a video game, which we did, laughing and nudging each other until we were called for supper.
At the table, Rupert introduced me to his father and his two older sisters. The conversation as we ate was pleasant with none of the tension I felt at Grandpa’s table.
Part way through the meal, one of Rupert’s sisters asked, “So, Garreth, do you have a girlfriend?”
I felt my face grow hot as I stammered out, “N-n-no.”
“Are you looking?” the other sister asked.
Fearing that she might want to be my girlfriend, I said, “I’m not really interested in girls.”
“Just like Rupert,” she said, and both girls laughed.
“Well,” said his father, “you’re young yet. You have plenty of time.”
I didn’t say that the only person I wanted was Rupert, but we looked across the table at each other and smiled.
Mercifully changing the subject, Mr. Gordon asked, “So Garreth, what subjects do you like in school?”
“My favorite subjects are English and social studies. I enjoy learning how people in other times and places lived and how our country grew.”
“I like math and science,” said Rupert.
“Great,” I said. “We can help each other with homework.”
When we finished the meal, Mr. Gordon offered to drive me home. I thanked him, saying I’d be ready as soon as I retrieved something from upstairs.
Rupert went with me and gave me a plastic bag to hold the books I was borrowing. Then he rode with us to my house. We sat in the back seat holding hands.
“Someday I’d like to meet your family,” he said.
“Maybe,” I answered, “but not tonight.”
He gave me a hug as I climbed out of the car. I thanked Mr. Gordon and walked to the front door.
Inside, I went to our bedroom, where Nigel looked at my plastic bag and asked, “What ya got there?”
I tried to be nonchalant and pass it off as nothing. “Just something that Rupert’s loaning me.”
“Not food?”
“Nope.”
“Oh,” he sounded disappointed. As a growing, teenage boy, Nigel was constantly hungry. I put the bag on my pile of books, wondering when I could read them unobserved.
When Nigel went to the bathroom, I took one of the books out and put it with my little LED flashlight under my pillow.
After I turned off the bedroom light and climbed into bed, I waited for Nigel to do his business and then go to sleep. Meanwhile, I rubbed my thing, thinking of everything Rupert had told me.
I heard Nigel begin to breathe heavily. Then he started moaning and making little grunting sounds. The sounds grew louder and then I heard him say, “Ooooh!”
After that, he grew quiet, and I listened to his breathing to hear when he was asleep.
After a long wait, I reached under my pillow and pulled out the book and the light. I crawled under my covers, turned on the light, and began to read. I couldn’t believe that people truly wrote about and published what I was reading. I guess I didn’t really learn much new that Rupert hadn’t said, but I did grow hard. I couldn’t hold the book and the light and still rub my thing, so I turned off the light, put it and the book under my pillow, and lay back, rubbing once again.
I thought about Rupert, remembering all that we had done. As I fondled myself, I grew more excited, and I again felt the tingle. I tried not to make a noise as my tingle grew a little stronger. I felt a little throbbing in my thing. Then it stopped and I knew I was finished for the night.
I wanted to share with Rupert what had happened, and I wondered if he had done it too. I was pretty sure he had.
I rolled onto my side and fell asleep.
Copyright © 2025 Alan Dwight
Posted 3 May 2025