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Learning How
A vignette by Varangian
Copyright (C) October, 2000, 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 class
room. 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 an 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 a
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. which 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 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 rushed up the a nearby dune, 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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