Health Lesson Bryan Daniels I don't know if everyone in the 1950s was as dumb as I was but I admittedly did not have a clue. I was raised by my grandma and if she knew anything about sex she didn't let me in on it. I was in eighth grade and the P.E. teacher was giving us that health lesson where they have to have the boys separate from the girls. "The sperm leaves the testicles and passes into the girl where...," I meekly raised my hand. Before Coach Sorenson called on me the boy next to me, Steve Kelso, whispered "don't ask? I'll tell you later." "Yes Mr. Turner, do you have a question?" "No, just scratching my head," I answered. After class I saw Steve in the hall. "What did you think I was going to ask?" "About what testicles were, right?" "Well that and what sperm was." "It's a good thing you didn't ask. You'd have looked like a real baby." "I didn't know what a lot of it meant. My grandma never told me about any of that." "She wouldn't, you gotta get that from a dad or an older brother. Women won't explain it." "I don't have a dad or an older brother." "If you got time after school I'll be your older brother and explain it." Steve's house was empty and we went down to his room. He took off his shirt and then his pants. Then he pulled off his underpants. Steve had a little more hair around his privates than I did but I think mine was a little bigger. "Take your clothes of too," he instructed. I had never been naked in front of anyone but a doctor and I knew my grandma wouldn't approve my getting naked with Steve but I was too nervous to tell him no. When I was naked he knelt in front of me. "These are your testicles," he said as he touched my balls. "I heard the guys in the locker room call them balls." "Same thing. Sperm is that stuff that shoots out when you masturbate." "What?" "Jack-off, beat-off." "I don't follow you." "You know how hard your penis gets when you play with it and then you...you do play with your penis don't you?" "I'm not allowed. My grandma says that I shouldn't touch there." "That's because she's not a guy. All guys jack-off. You're in eighth grade and you've never beat-off?" "I don't know how." "You just do what...look I'll show you." Steve laid on the bed and put his hand around his penis. He slowly pulled the skin on his penis up to the top and then moved it back down. Before long his penis stood straight up like mine sometimes does when I first wake-up in the morning. He kept pulling and pushing the skin back and forth. While I was watching him my own penis grew real hard. Steve's free hand grabbed my penis and started to tug on my skin. It felt wild and wicked and wrong all at the same time. As bad as I knew it probably was to be doing that I didn't want Steve to stop. Steve put my hand on his penis and I clumsily started pulling his skin up and down. With his right hand now free Steve started to pull on my nipples. That felt wrong, but good, too. "You got nice tits." Steve whispered. I rubbed the skin on Steve's chest--it was soft and warm. I grabbed his nipples and pulled too. Steve started jerking my penis-skin up and down even faster. "This is called masturbation or jacking off." "It's fun," I sighed. "You ready to learn about sex?" Then all of a sudden my whole body started to jerk. My crotch started tightening up and then this stuff squirted way out of my penis, then again and again. I was scared to death. I'd seen epileptics jerk around like that and I wondered if God was punishing me for touching my privates. "What was that?" "You just came. That stuff you shot all over me is sperm." "Does that mean I broke something inside of me or something?" "No, it's perfectly normal, all guys do it." I suddenly started feeling very guilty. I was sure I'd committed some major sin and God would punish me. I grabbed my clothes and ran for the door. Steve yelled at me "Put your clothes on--my mom may be out there." While I was putting my clothes on Steve came over to me. "It really is okay, all guys do it. It's fun." "I don't believe you, my dad probably never did it. I'll bet he never had his body shake like that." "Greg he has to have cum or you couldn't have been born. Sperm is what makes babies, didn't you know that." "I can't believe I touched down there." "Greg if I can prove to you that all guys do it will you stop worrying?' "How can you prove that?" "Come by my house Saturday morning. We'll play some touch football and then I'll show you." On Saturday Steve and his dad and a couple of neighbor kids and I played touch football in his backyard. After an hour or so Steve's dad said he wanted to listen to a football game and so he was through. A few minutes later the rest of us quit. I went into Steve's house with him to the master bedroom. We could hear the water running in the shower. "Take your clothes off, we're gonna shower." "Your dad's in there." "We'll go in as soon as he's done." I stripped down and tried to avoid looking at Steve's privates. Steve opened the bathroom door (that would never happen in my house--grandma and my sisters always locked the bathroom doors after them) and we stepped into the steamy room. Without waiting for the water to turn off Steve opened the shower door. Inside Mr. Kelso was soaping his chest up. "Game over guys?" he asked, completely unconcerned that we were looking at his naked body. I was stunned. Mr. Kelso had hair on his chest and real thick legs and shoulders. I'd never seen a grown man naked before. "C'mon in Greg," Steve urged as he stepped inside. "Sure, there's plenty of room in here." I went into the shower and let the warm water flow over me. I looked at Mr. Kelso's private parts. There was lots of hair around them and his penis was much larger than Steve's or mine. "Yours will get big too," Mr. Kelso assured me. "Dad Greg doesn't think all guys masturbate--do they?" "Yeah Greg it's pretty universal." "Do you do it until you get married?" "No, I expect to be flogging my pony until I'm in my casket." "You still do it?" "Sure, all guys do--it feels good so why not." Steve then grabbed his dad's penis and squeezed it. "You should see how big it gets when it's hard." "Greg do you want me to show you that grown men do masturbate?" I nodded my head yes. Mr. Kelso leaned back against the shower wall and grabbed his dick. In no time at all it was standing out, sort of curving upward a little. Steve was right, it was big. Mr. Kelso had his eyes shut as he beat on his penis. Steve leaned over and put his tongue on Mr. Kelso's testicles--then he put his mouth around both his balls. "That's right boy," Mr. Kelso urged, "suck on your old man's big nuts." Steve knelt in front of his dad and pulled on the skin and balls with his lips. I touched Mr. Kelso's chest with my finger. He grabbed my ass and pulled me close to his body. My penis was very hard and pushing against his leg. He started running his hand all over my cheeks and even moved his finger down to my asshole. "Beautiful," he moaned. I laid my head against his chest and felt his hard pec muscles and soft hair against my cheek. Steve grabbed my penis and started jacking on it--it felt really good. I came first, then Steve and finally Mr. Kelso let out a lot of sperm, all over my face. I didn't feel guilty about it this time--after all if all men did it then how wrong could it be? "Greg when do you want to learn about sex?" Mr. Kelso asked as he toweled off my legs. "I know you're not supposed to do that until you get married." "Sex is as natural as masturbation. It's okay as long as you don't hurt anyone." "But it's bad." "No it's not, it's just..." "Hold on a second Steve," Mr. Kelso interrupted. "Greg can you sneak out of your house tonight around eleven?" "Yeah." "Good. Come on over then. Steve will meet you outside the front door here and then you'll see that there's nothing bad about sex." "Why, what's going to happen?" "Come over tonight and you'll see." At 10:57 the house was quiet. I probably could have snuck out the front door but I went out my bedroom window just to be sure I wasn't seen. Steve was waiting for me outside his front door. "Be real quiet," he cautioned. It was a warm night and the occasional cool gusts of air against my bare legs (I was in shorts) felt refreshing. We went around the side of the house. "Look," Steve whispered as he looked in the only room that had a light coming from it. Inside I saw Mr. Kelso stretched out on the bed naked. Mrs. Kelso was kneeling between his legs (which were wide open) and had her mouth on his penis; she also was stark naked. She was slowly going up and down his hard dick with her lips while he was moaning and grabbing her breasts. "Does he know we're watching?" "Of course, but she doesn't. Dad tells me all the time when they'll be going at it. Mom never knows that I watch." Mr. Kelso laying there with his impressive penis standing ramrod straight was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I found myself feeling very jealous that Mrs. Kelso was getting to touch and taste him. After a few minutes of getting his penis sucked Mr. Kelso got Mrs. Kelso to kneel on the bed and then he knelt down behind her. He looked over to the window and winked. Then he pulled open her legs a little and pulled open her vagina a little so we could see the hole. Then he winked again before pushing his big penis into that hole. Mr. and Mrs. Kelso were fucking, and I was suddenly wondering what all the big deal had been. I mean there they were fucking and the world hadn't stopped, to the contrary they looked like they were having a great time. Mrs. Kelso was moaning loudly as Mr. Kelso went in and out of her. While I was entranced by my first sight of people making love Steve got on his knees and pulled down my shorts and underpants. Without asking he put his mouth on my penis and started doing to me what Mrs. Kelso had done earlier to Mr. Kelso. Now it was me that was having sex and once again the world wasn't ending, in fact it was feeling a WHOLE lot better.