Learning How

Learning How

A vignette by Varangian

“Self abuse is shameful and a mortal sin,” the fat priest stated with a tone of derision in his high pitched, nasal voice. “It is a practice you boys must always reject, and the degree of your resistance is a true measure of your character. Jesus did not masturbate.”

“Father Joe is talking about whacking off!” Ernie Schultz whispered with choked glee to us guys in the back row of the classroom. Elsewhere I heard more than one outburst of suppressed tittering.

“So you find this amusing, do you?” the overfed cleric stormed in outrage, his tight facial skin becoming livid, the crack of his ruler on the desk bringing us to order.

“There are also dire physiological consequences of such disgusting behavior,” the Jesuit almost yelled, “not the least of which is the loss of mental capacity with every discharge. You could wind up going to Hell a mindless idiot!”

I caught a glance of Jimmy Saunders, who sat ahead of me and to my right, a prissy teacher’s pet who always put on airs. His face was pale with fear. His lips quivered and his body seemed to tremble. So he’s done it! I chortled inwardly, delighted at his discomfort. I, of course, was still pure and free of sin as we began the new school year in the seventh grade at St. Ignatius. It seemed that almost everybody had returned from summer vacation with a new sexual awareness, myself included, although my knowledge of the subject did not yet involve physical experience. I understood well enough what so many other guys were suggesting with their oblique comments, but my little cock had not yet conquered me.

After gym on that first day of classes I noticed that many of the guys in the showers were inclined to face toward the wall, to hold their hands in front of themselves and otherwise seek to avoid displaying their pricks. But not so Craig Jumblat, who was larger than the rest of us. He even had hair above his cock!

“This is how you do it,” he proclaimed, assuming the role of a leader. “You need soap.”

His hard cock jutted forth at least five inches, and I looked on in amazement as his grasping hand slipped up and down the shaft, the shower water pelting him from behind.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes!” he exclaimed in excitement, and then he squirted onto the wet floor.

“That’s disgusting,” someone said, but most of us, especially those who had not yet done it, were absolutely fascinated by the demonstration.

After school that day I walked home thinking about Craig’s performance. It was naughty, whacking off, and sinful, so I concluded that it must be fun, that it was something I must try.

When I got to the house Mom was just getting into the car to go shopping. “You need to clean up your room Tommy,” she shouted to me from the car as she backed down the driveway, but I had other plans.

The house was empty except for my dog, Tippy, to which I snuggled and petted in the kitchen. He followed me upstairs to my room, but I closed the door on him. He whined outside for a while. I had something to do, and I wanted complete privacy. Who knows what a dog might think? I stripped naked and then lay upon my bed with my head cuddled to the pillow. My cock had occasionally become hard in the recent past, but this time I had to coax it with my fingers. It felt so naughty.

“I don’t need soap,” I said to myself hopefully.

A tingling frightened me. My cock came alive in a way I could not control. “I don’t need soap!” I declared positively. I had to continue, I just had to, and I desperately pumped it with my fingers. Then it happened with a stinging delight, and white stuff oozed out after a startling spurt that landed on my thigh.

* * *

We piled into the car for the long drive to Lake Michigan, to close the cottage for the season. It was Labor Day weekend. I sat in the back with Lisa, my sister, seven years old, who snuggled a stuffed animal to her face. I could endure the excruciating tedium of the trip because I so much wanted to play in the waves of that inland sea. We arrived after five hours of utter boredom, unrelieved by the sight of even a single car wreck.

I always associated our trips to the lake, to our cottage, with the aroma of rubber, perhaps because of the two enormous inner tubs we kept in the shed. We would retrieve and roll them down to the shore almost as soon as we arrived. That weekend Lisa and I were in the water even before Dad unpacked the car. She stayed near the shore, but I swam out past a deep spot to a sandbar where I could stand upright with the water reaching just to my upper chest. The waves that day were not too large, but still they persistently pushed at me from behind as I faced the shore, almost lifting my feet from the sand below. No one on the strand could tell what I was doing out there. No one could know that I had pulled down my swim trunks and was jacking off in the water. I had become an addict, I acknowledged ruefully to myself. I was doing it two and three times a day.

Later, after supper and not long before dusk I retrieved the inner tubs from the beach and then went for a stroll. It was still warm, even near the water, and I was clad just in my swim trunks. I trudged up a tall dune intending to watch the sunset from that height. At the top of it I found a slight depression in which I discovered a girl slightly older than I. She lay with her eyes closed on a large beach towel clad just in her bikini top. Her left hand clutched her thigh while she diddled her slightly hairy crack with the fingers of the other. I immediately fell to the sand to watch the amazing sight, but I must have made a noise because her eyes fluttered open and she saw me crouching not twenty feet from her.

“Go away!” she screamed and rolled onto her belly, her head turned away.

I didn’t move. I gazed at her perky butt and her lovely, slender legs. I had never before seen so much of a female.

“I’m still here,” I taunted.

She moved her head to look at me.

“Oh, you’re just a kid,” she finally said in a tone of relief. Her words annoyed me. I resented the fact that I was a pretty boy who looked younger than my twelve years.

“What were you doing?” I asked, although I had a clue.

“Sunbathing,” she replied with a sneer.

“The sun’s almost down,” I remarked.

“I didn’t want to get burned,” she answered.

I stood but did not move to leave. I ogled her shamelessly. My cock was hard and pushed at my trunks. She seemed to smirk and then rolled onto her back.

“Have you ever seen a girl before?” she asked with insincere sweetness.

“Not a naked one,” I responded in a quivering voice, my eyes riveted to her half developed groin.

“I’m not entirely naked yet,” she replied and rose to a sitting position.

She reached behind her and suddenly her bra fell off to reveal two dainty breasts standing high on her chest. She had golden hair and was almost pretty, but my attention focused on her roseate nipples. I stood there dumbly.

“Now I’m naked,” she said and leaned back on her arms to give me a full view of her.

Her pubic bush was not fully grown; it did not cover her labia. I couldn’t move from the spot, neither toward her nor away. I had never before seen such an arousing sight.

“It’s your turn now,” the girl announced as though we had made some kind of contract.

I hesitated in confusion, not wanting to display my cock, which was so shamelessly erect.

“Show it to me,” she nagged. “I’ve never seen one before except on a baby.”

She got to her knees and extended an arm to me, inviting me to join her in the privacy of that small depression. I stumbled toward her almost in a daze, stopped and pulled down my trunks just a few feet from her.

“Come closer,” she whispered in a husky voice.

I complied and stood above her. She placed a hand on my thigh and looked closely at my cock. I had measured it the day before. It was four and five-eighths inches long, just large enough for fisting. My balls dangled slightly. I had no hair down there.

“It’s kind of ugly in a pretty way.” She giggled and bumped her nose at it playfully. “Are you old enough to squirt?”

I nodded at her upturned face. She took my cock into her hand and squeezed gently. What an incredible feeling!

“How can it be both soft and hard at the same time?” she wondered almost to herself.

She ran her other hand up and down my thigh.

“You have pretty legs,” she said with a grin. “Come, sit next to me.”

I quickly joined her on the sand where we reclined with our heads together, our noses almost touching Her hand still grasped my cock. I felt tit for the first time, a small handful of it, relishing the touch to which she did not object.

“Kiss me,” she demanded breathlessly, and I obliged her in an amateurish way.

“No, no,” she protested. “Pucker your lips.”

We kissed as we fondled each other. My cock tingled dangerously in her fist.

“I’m going to have an accident,” I warned her.

“You’re going to squirt! she squealed and raised herself on an elbow to watch.

She pumped my cock a bit roughly, but I was already too far gone to avoid the inevitable. I uttered a yelp at the first spurt which landed exactly on her belly button. The remainder of my stuff oozed onto her fingers. She released me and brought the messy hand to her face to taste a dollop with the tip of her tongue. She wrinkled her nose but licked some more.

“It’s getting dark,” she remarked, rising to her knees. “Do you want to skinny dip?”

“Sure,” I replied, the buzz of my orgasm still with me.

I felt like a man. I took the girl into my arms and gave her a lingering kiss that she returned fervently.

“I can stay out late,” she said eagerly, when we finally broke apart and got to our feet. “Can you?”

“Yes,” I lied, knowing there would be hell to pay if I stayed away from the cottage much longer.

We raced down the dune with giant steps, naked, carrying our stuff with us, which we dropped before plunging into the cool water of the lake. We splashed about for a few minutes and then stood together in an embrace with the water almost at my shoulders. She was taller than I by a couple of inches and she had to stoop a bit to kiss me. I fondled her butt cheeks as we kissed in the warm darkness of the moonless night.

“I don’t know your name,” she giggled. “I’m Sara.”

“I’m Tom,” I replied and took both of her tits into my hands.

“Get behind me, Tom, and put your arms around my waist,” she said with a certain excitement.

I did as she instructed. My cock, hard again, poked at her from behind. She shivered slightly and wriggled against me. She took hold of my right hand and brought it to her hairy groin.

“Rub me there, Tom. I’ll show you how.”

After some clumsy experimenting and a few protests from her I finally got it right. With my mouth on her neck and left hand full of tit my finger brought her to a shuddering climax. She uttered a small cry and her knees seemed to buckle slightly.

“Tommy,” I then heard my dad’s voice call from down the beach. “Tommy!”

“I’m out in the water with a friend,” I yelled back, hoping he would come no closer.

“Your mother’s worried, boy. Don’t stay out too late.”

Perhaps he suspected something, but probably not. It was too dark to see if he had left, although I assumed he did.

“Well, that should buy us some time,” Sara said with a smile in her voice. “How old are you Tommy?”

“Twelve,” I replied reluctantly.

“I’m almost fourteen. I wish we could, you know, go all the way, but I’d get pregnant for certain. Besides, it would hurt.”

“I would never want to hurt you, Sara,” I lied and then sucked a hard nipple into my mouth.

She fondled my head and sighed in contentment.

“Tommy,” she purred softly, “I have an older cousin. She told me about some things she does with her boyfriend without going all the way.”

I did not understand what she was saying. I thought we had already gone as far as possible without fucking.

“You might think that it’s disgusting, but I wish we could try it.”

I had a sudden inkling of what she was about to suggest, and I was indeed disgusted by the thought of it, although, although ―

“I’ll suck on you, if you’ll lick on me,” she said in a rush and then clasped me in a nervous embrace.

Yes, it was what I imagined she had in mind. I hesitated.

“Please,” she implored. “We could do it up on the beach.”

I said nothing but soon took hold of her hand and pulled her toward the shore. She began to shiver a bit although the air was warm. We found our stuff. Sara spread out the large towel on the sand just above the wave line. We groped in the dark and she laid upon the fabric. For some time we kissed with my body half upon hers. The feel of her flesh was almost electric. I suckled one tit as I fondled the other. She pushed at my head urging it to go lower. I decided to do it. I positioned my body between her raised knees and nuzzled her soft tummy with my face.

“I’ll tell you how, Tommy,” she said in a dreamy voice.

I nibbled on an inner thigh. Her hair brushed against my chin as my mouth approached her labia, which she held apart with her fingers. There was no bad smell down there as I had feared, just the aroma of the lake. I flicked my tongue in her moist crack.

“Higher, just a little higher where there’s a bump,” she gasped.

I learned quickly and soon experienced the delight of driving the girl absolutely wild with my tongue. Her noises were uncontrolled and then with a shriek she pressed her thighs tightly against my head.

“That’s enough, Tommy,” she protested weakly, when I sought to resume the fun.

I then lay beside her and we kissed passionately.

“I’ve never felt anything like that, Tommy. It was so wonderful.”

She played with my nipples, which were raised on small cones of flesh and then ran her hand down my body to grasp my cock.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered into my ear, tonguing it.

She rose on an elbow and then leaned down. I shuddered at the feel of her mouth on my cock. She held most of it inside without moving her head and just sucked. Heaven could not have been more blissful. I reached to grab a tit and then exploded in ecstasy. The eager girl did not back off until I was finished, and I don’t know what she did with the spunk. It was too dark to see.

We got to our feet without saying a word. She gathered her stuff and disappeared in the darkness of the night.

“Will I see you again?” I called out but received no response. When I had climbed the dune a ways, I thought I saw her body moving against the lights of the cabins farther down the beach. I plunged after her at first but fell on my face in the unfamiliar ground and had to give it up. Nevertheless I turned for home with elation. I had licked a cunt! A girl had sucked my dick! I pranced across the sand, wishing that my friends were nearby so I could tell them. Then I realized they would never believe me.

For the remainder of that holiday weekend I roamed the beach and the dunes in search of her, but I never saw her again.

END

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