Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2021 02:17:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Ed Demo 4

I heard about some other guys' experiences with "Sex Ed" in school, but I
was home-schooled. The curriculum was a bit different.

I remember one time when I was much younger. We were watching the news on
TV. "Next tonight, school districts discuss expanding sex ed programs
amid new government guidelines..." and the TV was turned off.

That word, sex, always seemed to shut things down. There would be no
discussion. My delicate eyes and ears and mind were shielded from the
topic. Any movie or TV show that had an unanticipated love scene or a
joke about anything sexual? Suddenly, I should be reading.

But I always noticed that word. It was like a dog whistle that I heard
above everything else. My ears pricked up. When I think now about how
intrigued and uninformed I was, it's pretty funny. I didn't even really
know what "sex" meant.

Then it was said over the phone. I shouldn't have been able to hear from
down the hall, but I got every word.

"I certainly can't discuss those things with him ... I think he's still a
little young ... No ... Well, yes okay... Well, I suppose that would be
fine..."

I got sat down at the table, for an explanation,  which is how anything
out-of-the-ordinary was brought up, and told that I would be getting an
educational field trip that Friday, from our neighbor. He lived at the
end of our street.

He had taken me to a science museum one time, years before, but that was
more like a babysitter situation when an afternoon's schedule got mixed
up and nobody else was available. He was a nice guy who I saw sometimes
and would talk politely with.

He had been a teacher for years, but more importantly, he had
homeschooled and been homeschooled and went to our church and understood
how certain topics just could not be discussed like it was a normal day.
So he was going to handle that lesson. But all the explanation I got,
officially, was "field trip."

I had a backpack packed with a lunch, the normal field trip set-up. I got
$14 to keep in my pocket and use that day or save, a rare decision that
was left to me. I was ready early that morning, and was finishing my
breakfast when the doorbell rang. "May I be excused to go answer the
door, please?"

He stood there, tall, big, smiling, friendly, relaxed. He was everything
I was not in that moment. I clicked into politeness. Without much delay
or dawdling, we were on the road in his truck. It was red with a cover
over the back part and stuff back there. I saw fishing poles. After the
excitement settled down into a regular drive, I asked "Hey, where are we
going?  ... and what are we doing?" Normally, the educational merits of
anything I'm supposed to be learning are thoroughly explained ahead of
time.

"Not far. We can talk about it when we get there. That okay?"  It was
fine by me. I was used to just being trotted around to whatever, told
instead of asked. The drive was nice and quiet. I watched everything that
looked familiar slowly disappear. We left my street and the area I knew.
We passed through a part of town where I had only been once or twice
before. And then everything was different. We left picket fences and
started seeing those long wooden ones by fields.

All the trees were nice to watch zoom by, and then he made a turn down a
long empty road. We stopped at a gate by some mailboxes, and he hoped out
with the door open and the engine running. He had to push the gate open,
drive in, hop out again, close it up, and then drive on down a bumpy,
hilly road through the woods. It opened up at a little house with a pond,
and he backed up to it.

"Let's sit and talk for a while," he said. We went to the back of the
pickup truck and sat on the opened tailgate, overlooking the pond. I
asked if we were going to fish. "Well, maybe later, if you want. Do you
have an idea what we're going to talk about?"

I shrugged. I wanted to say "Sex?" but I don't think I had ever said that
word out loud before. He said that we were going to talk about science,
and people, and people's bodies.

He asked me, "Have you ever heard people talk about glands and hormones?"
I said sometimes but that I didn't know what it meant, something private
that makes you act weird. "Well, kind of. Glands are just parts of your
body that make chemicals, and those chemicals are called hormones, and
they go through your body, just like how blood picks up nutrients and
oxygen to give you energy, and hormones effect your body."

I understood that. It felt good to understand something. I smiled, and I
think he could tell that I was a little more relaxed. He told me that I
have a gland in my brain, that we all do, that tells the rest of my body
to grow.

He pointed to my head with one finger and then trailed it down to my
shoulder and down to my elbow and leg, saying that the pineal gland sends
hormones down through my blood to tell my bones to get bigger.

"That's why you're taller than the last time I saw you," he said, "and
why you're getting muscles too. Look at that." We looked at my bicep
peeking out from the sleeve of my Tshirt. I lifted my arm and flexed it.
Then I looked at his big bicep in his flannel shirt.

"Have you started shaving yet?" he asked. I shook my head no. He said
that was okay, "Some guys start later, some guys don't get much, but it's
all okay. We're all different." I asked him if he shaves, which was kind
of a stupid question, but he had a smooth face.

He said if course he does. "I was shaving early, but that's just me. I
was always really hairy. Everybody's body is different." I looked at the
neck of his flannel shirt and the opened button and a bit of chest hair.
I asked if that started when he started shaving. "No, it took a little
while for all of that to come in."

"What's it like?" I asked. He asked me if I remember being younger and
shorter, and he told me that it's like that. One day, you start shaving,
or your body changes gradually, and you can't remember what it was like
before. He pointed down to my crotch and said he assumed I've gotten hair
down there by now. "Uh, well some..." I answered. He said it was like
that. You can't really remember how it used to be.

"That's called secondary sex characteristics. We get taller and hairier,
our voices get deeper, and we get interested in new things." I looked at
him, kind of preoccupied. I asked if he had a lot of chest hair. "What?
Oh, yeah."

"Can I see?"
"You want to see? Uh, okay." It had gotten warmer, and his shirt had
sweat stains under each arm. He untucked it and started unbuttoning. I
watched as more and more of his bare chest emerged and showed dark hair
in swirls that went across and then down in a line. He let me look. I was
close. I asked about armpit hair, and he took his shirt all the way off,
and then he lifted his arms up.

I told him that I saw commercials on TV for deodorant so I had asked for
some but mine don't sweat a lot and the hair doesn't look like his does.
"Will it get like that later? When my chest hair starts growing?" I felt
kind of stupid now that I was talking more, but I was stupid about that
stuff. "I'm sorry. You won't tell anybody if I say something stupid, will
you?" Sometimes, I had to write a report after a field trip.

"No, no, there's no stupid questions here."
"And you'll keep everything just you between you and me?"
"Yeah, don't worry. We're just talking."

He sat next to me shirtless, and I asked him if it was okay if I took my
shirt off too. I wanted to show him what my body looked like and ask him
about it. He said it was up to me. I pulled my shirt up and off my head.
I looked at him. I lifted one elbow up like a chicken wing.

"Is that how it's supposed to look?" He said there was no supposed to,
but he looked close and said it was coming in good. I set my arm down,
and then he bent over a little and looked at my chest. I had some little
gold fuzz that was a little longer down the middle and around each
nipple.

"Looks like you'll have some before you know it," he said, pointing. I
glided my hands over my chest and touched around one nipple, looking at
his hairy chest.

He tried to steer our talk back to the lesson. He told me a bunch of body
part names, some that I already knew. When he said "testicles," I said
"That's balls, right?" He laughed and nodded.

"And it's important to wash under the foreskin, if you're uncircumcised."
I had heard those words before somewhere. Somebody on TV was circumcised,
and I could tell it was something about his private parts. I asked what
that meant. He said,  "Well, are you circumcised?"

"I don't know. How do you know?" He stumbled a bit. He said that he
didn't bring any diagrams or papers.  He asked if my penis had something
at the end. "Uh, yeah, the head part?" He asked if it was cut. "Uh... the
slit that the pee comes out of?" He tried a few more questions and even
held up his thumb like a model. Finally I asked him, "Is yours
circumcised?"

He said, "No. Mine is uncircumcised."
I looked at him without saying anything, but then I said, "Can I see?"

He didn't say anything for a bit. He asked if I was sure that I wanted
him to do that. I said yes. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and
slipped his thumbs into his waist and uncovered himself. There it was. I
looked at how his hair trailed down in a line and then spread out above
his dick and balls.

I had never seen anyone naked before. Never changed for P.E., never
stumbled onto a sexy movie late at night, never found a magazine in the
woods, never even done any 'I'll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours.' It
was a relief that his body looked like mine. Except his penis was all
shaft.

I stared at it. He reached down and held it and slid the skin back, and
there was the head like mine. "Is yours like this?" Sometimes, the skin
on mine does that, kind of, and goes a little over the helmet part. But
not exactly like that. And his was bigger all over, more skin.

"I'm not sure," I said. "... Do you want to look?"
He said, "Well, only if you want to show me."

I shucked everything down to my ankles. The truck felt weird under my
bare skin, thankfully not too hot or too cold. I held my dick up and
showed him. I looked at him staring down at my body. I slid the skin down
and then up a few times, stretched it over the head a little. He told me
that mine was circumcised and that I was born like him but had that part
cut off, and that both ways are common in different places. We talked a
little about that, while we looked down at them.

"Is the hair normal?" I asked. I didn't have a ton, and it was kind of
light. He said it was fine just the way it grows. My balls looked small,
because his were pretty big. I asked about that, and he said the same.

He asked me, "Do you ever have wet dreams?" I didn't know what that
meant, and he described it. I said it happened sometimes but I thought it
was just sweat. He told me that it was semen and that I ejaculated and
that my testicles make hormones that make all the hair and make out
voices deeper and everything bigger, but that they also make sperm that
comes out in semen. It was a lot of terminology, but he told me some
slang terms, and I had heard some of those, but I got the whole gist of
what balls do and shooting.

And we had this whole talk with our dicks out.  I noticed that they were
both getting longer and thicker. I felt okay about it because his was
too. I said something about it, and he said "That's called an erection.
Does that happen to you often?"

I said only sometimes, and he asked what I do about it. I told him that I
just wait for it to go back to normal. I said, "I heard it was bad to
play with yourself." He said that some people choose not to but a lot of
people do it, and it's called masturbation.

"It can kind of build up and lead to wet dreams when you're sleeping," he
said.

"Do you do it?"
"Yeah, I do."

And then we were just there looking at what was happening to our bodies.
I kind of stared but he kind of let me stare. I guess he knew that it was
kind of new and different for me.

He said, "Do you know what condoms are?" I said that I had heard of them,
that you wear them and it's something about sex. I felt more comfortable
sharing how I didn't know anything. "Well, I have some here. I was going
to demonstrate on my thumb, but..." He took out a box and pulled out a
little square thing and ripped it open and pulled out a little rubber
circle thing. I looked close at it.

He pinched the middle and held it at the tip of his dick, like he was
about to pee on it or something, and then he rolled it out like a sock
almost so it went onto his dick. It looked really tight on it. He showed
me how he was wearing it, and he said "so uh now if I ejaculate, it will
all be contained." Then we talked about shooting semen. He handed me one
to check out. I ripped it open and unrolled it in my hands and felt how
it was like a balloon or a rubber glove, long like a tube. I smelled it.
He was still wearing his. Then I held mine up to my dick to try, and it
was like inflated. He told me that it's better to unroll it on, and he
gave me another. I was going to ask him to show on me but then I thought
I should try first.

It felt weird and tight, but it didn't seem as tight on me as his did on
his. He said it shouldn't be so loose that it comes off during. I said,
"During what?"

He said, "During sex. Do you understand what sex is?" I said that I
thought that I did. "Well, sex kind of means a lot of things that you do.
You can share your body with somebody in a lot of ways. But it really
means... penetration. Do you understand what I mean by that?"

I shook my head no and felt stupid again. He looked back into his truck
at a suitcase and pulled it up between us. He unzipped it and pulled out
this floppy rubber thing with a bellybutton and a butt and not much else.
It sort of looked like this dummy that we learned CPR on; part of a body
but not all of it.

He stood up. His dick was long and hard and kind of sticking out
straight, with a condom on it, like mine was. He positioned the thing
flat in front of him and pointed his finger at a crack between the legs.

"See this here? When I insert my penis in here, that's penetration.
Watch. See how I'm sliding it in? That's why my penis gets big and hard,
and yours too, so it can do this. And then I slide it out and push it
back in. Yeah. This feels really good. This is fucking. You've heard
that, haven't you? Yeah."

I watched him push in and out. It stayed there on the truck bed next to
me while he flexed his butt and leaned over it, sliding his penis in and
out. And he moved his arm out of the way so I could see.

"See that? This is what people mean when they're talking about sex. You
see how I'm fucking this thing? My cock is getting squeezed in there.
Yeah. And uh, you know what cumming is? That's ejaculating. My cock is
going to ejaculate. Here, I'll show you."

And he pulled it out, and I leaned in close to see how inside the condom
his dick was shooting. He did some more penetration but with his hand, to
finish it up, and his eyes closed but then opened up again to watch how I
was watching. It was going squirt, squirt inside. He looked down at me
watching it. Then he gripped his whole dick with his palm and slipped it
off, and it made a sound, and he was breathing heavy.

"See that?" He showed me, and it had a smell. "That's your wet dream in
there. That's the uh male ejaculate or semen. And uh, a Hell of a lot
easier clean-up this way.

Watching all that really got me kind of excited. I had never seen
anything like that, and watching him do that right there next to me was
pretty awesome. I just knew I really liked seeing it.

"You want to try it out?" he asked, pointing at it. "Looks like you're
ready. Looking pretty good there, pal."

"With you watching?!"
"Well, you saw me. Was I blushing?  But I could give you some privacy if
you'd prefer. You got nothing to be ashamed of there. Look at that. Hell,
I was raised just like you and never did anything like this shit until I
was way older."

I asked him, "Do you want to watch me?"
"Look, it's totally up to you. We could call it a day now if you want.
You tell me. No pressure. No wrong answer. I'm just glad you're caught up
on the birds and the bees."

I hopped down. My ankles were tied up, so I kind of scooted over and
stood in front of it and looked down at the hole. He stood over my
shoulder. It felt like he was teaching me. I don't have a big brother.

I held my dick. I stepped up close. I pressed in. It felt amazing. I
pulled out slow and pushed in slow. "Attaboy.... yeah.  How's that feel?
Yeah. Try a little faster. Yeah, fuck 'er boy."

I was squeezing my butt cheeks and plowing into it, holding on with two
tight fists and angled. My dick kind of slipped a little inside the
condom too. I was sweating. "Am I doing it good?" I asked.

"Hmmm, let me inspect your work," he said, and he got his face real close
to the action, first to one side and then looking between my legs. He
said I was a natural, first time into the gate. Then he was stroking up
and down his dick. "You see this? Feels just like it. See how I'm jacking
off, boy? Show me you can do this too. Pop quiz." So I pulled out and did
the same. We jerked it together, faster and faster. We almost bumped our
dicks into each other. Then I wanted to get back to fucking instead of
using my arm.

It felt really really good. I could feel all kinds of hormones all over
my body. I started getting all fidgety, and I started feeling my dick
getting wet. When I looked over at him, he was yanking and saying stuff
about us coming, and then he squirted again, and shot it up into his
chest hair and even up by his face.

Afterwards, we talked more about Sex Ed Health Class stuff,  STDs and
pregnancy and cleanliness. It felt a little weird after all that. But I
liked it. We didn't rush to get dressed again.

He never once touched me at all. We just spent the rest of the day
talking and taking turns, watching each other fucking.

We never did get to any fishing.