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Charlie

Charlie
by
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Charlie

Charlie and I became friends in third grade over a shared love for anime. There wasn’t a boy in our class who wasn’t into Dragonball, and whenever Charlie’s mom volunteered for our school’s math superstars program, she always handed out Dragonball stickers to whoever got all the problems right. Funny enough I never had another class with Charlie, but our friendship lasted all throughout middle and high school. We lost touch after we graduated, but this story takes place back when we were in our early days of middle school.

Charlie’s family owned a timeshare in a little tourist town called Pigeon Forge, not too far from Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Going up with him and his brothers was always the highlight of my school year since it always happened the weekend after my birthday in January. The only part of the trip that sucked was the grueling drive up to the condo. When you’re eleven, a five hour drive is long enough to make you lose your mind. Still, we found ways to pass the time, whether it be watching a movie through their tiny, mobile TV or playing cards in the open seat between us.

On this particular trip, Charlie’s dad had to work out of town, so we were all crammed into one vehicle. Charlie’s older brother Tom was in the passenger seat, which meant I was squeezed in the back between Charlie and his ten-year-old brother Joey. We watched some old horror movie on VHS about a demon that took people’s body parts to make his own skin suit. The movie wasn’t really scary and had so many cheap effects, but I’d always been a bit of a scaredy cat with these types of movies and closed my eyes any time a creepy scene played.

One of the side effects I frequently suffered from at eleven was the constant boners my body sprung. It certainly didn’t help that Charlie and his brother were pressed on either side of me. My jeans were way too tight from a recent growth spurt, and my parents hadn’t felt the need to upgrade my clothing. What’s worse was that the more I tried to ignore the growing hardness in my pants, the more it seemed to rebel against me.

I chanced a look down and nearly died at how obvious my boner was. It wasn’t so defined that you could make out the mushroom head, but the thick tube was pointing sideways along my thigh. Whenever it happened, I knew I was at the mercy of time. At least if I was under the covers, I could rub it against the mattress or the warmth of my blanket.

As the movie continued in the background, Charlie suddenly lunged an arm across the car and grabbed Joey’s hand. Sometimes he did weird shit like that, slapping his brother or fighting him for fun, but this was different. Joey resisted as Charlie tugged his hand over, and as they crossed over me, I realized my friend knew I had a boner. He was trying to make Joey touch it.

Joey realized too, and I might have imagined it, but it seemed like he struggled less after that. It was a game of chicken to see who would break first. Joey would loosen his arm, and at the last second before touching my dick, he’d fight back and deflect just enough to graze the inside of my thigh instead. Each time it happened, my penis flexed inside my jeans, harder than ever before. At ten, I don’t think Joey had any real concept of what Charlie was trying to get him to do. Hell, I’m not sure I did either, I just knew I wanted it. I still believed I was straight in 6th grade, having “dated” a couple girls since the start of middle school, and the concept of gay wasn’t in my personal vocabulary.

Charlie wised up to what Joey was doing and waited until his brother jerked the other way before tugging his hand back towards me. This time they got me, and as Charlie pressed his brother’s hand against my penis, Joey surprised me most by squeezing it. That feeling alone was enough to make me moan as my eyes rolled.

Charlie and Joey snatched their hands away like they had touched a hot stove, and their mom asked me if I thought I was going to be carsick. I realized I must have been blushing or really flushed, but I told her I was fine. Nothing else happened during the car ride, but I could sense something had changed between the three of us.

We arrived at the condo and were quick to haul our bags inside. For one, it was the middle of January, the sun had gone down, and a choppy breeze nipped our faces. Two, the condo had a heated pool. Meant to be for casual use, the pool area lacked any lifeguards, though there were a ton of signs that warned against children under a certain age swimming without a guardian. I can’t remember if we met the requirement or not, but we always thought it was bullshit since we were always together. Next to the pool was a hot tub wide enough for five or six, and off in a private backroom was a sauna where we sometimes hung out. One of our favorite things to do was bounce between the pool and hot tub. After you’ve sat in 100+ degree water long enough, even the heated pool water is a refreshing jolt to your system.

We ran like madmen and leapt into the air as we struck poses on the way down. The amount of water splashing onto the concrete would have annoyed any adult there, but thankfully we were the only ones there. Eventually we grew bored with poses and turned to pool noodle wrestling. We smacked each other in the face with the wet noodles, occasionally ganging up two-on-one. One of those times, Joey and I teamed against Charlie, chasing him into the deep end. When he lost his footing, Charlie had no choice but to flee to the ladder. It was on his way up when Joey snagged the back of Charlie’s swim shorts and yanked them down.

The little bit of his thin, floppy penis exposed as Charlie danced around trying to get his trunks back up was awesome, and I chubbed up in the water. Charlie called his brother a shitwad before diving back in the water, splashing both of us in a huge wave. I choked on the chlorinated water, and after hacking my lungs out, we decided to relax in the hot tub.

I got in after Charlie, the water stinging the sensitive part of my lower back as I eased in and he turned on the jets.

When the water hit Joey’s waist, he screamed, “Oww, my dick’s gonna burn off!”

I laughed hearing the foul language coming from Charlie’s younger brother, and true to form, Charlie was ready to trash talk.

“You don’t have one to burn off, shrimpy.”

Joey kicked Charlie beneath the water, which made Charlie kick him right back.

“Jerkface!”

“Dumbass!”

“At least I’m not a little baby with no pubes!”

Now that was a surprise. Granted, I didn’t have any pubes either, or at least, I was pretty sure, but it sounded like Charlie had some. The insult shut Joey up, and for a second, I thought he was about to cry. He had a habit of dishing out more than he could handle.

“You really have pubes?” I asked, which stopped Charlie short as he blushed.

“Just a few,” he said. “Got my first one a couple months ago. You?”

I shook my head which only made Joey go “Ha!” but we ignored him.

Charlie lowered his voice, even though it was just the three of us. “You got a boner in the car, didn’t you?”

I nearly jumped out of the hot tub as Joey wriggled his toes against my groin.

“He’s got one now, too,” Joey said with a grin, which only made me pissed at him. In response, I jabbed my foot at Joey, surprised at the stubby nail pressing back against the bottom of my foot. He squirmed a little at the touch.

“Yeah, so what?” I said. “I can’t help it.”

Charlie made a splash as he launched to his feet. His shorts poked out. “Let’s go play Jets.”

It didn’t take me long to figure out what Jets was as I followed Joey and Charlie back into the pool. The shock made my balls shrivel up inside, though I was still hard as ever. They waded over to the side, feeling along the wall until they reached what they were looking for. Water started flowing up, breaking the surface, and I realized Charlie was cupping the pool jet in his hand, redirecting it upward.

“Jets is a game Tom made up,” Joey explained.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t like to play anymore,” Charlie said. “Show him, Joey.”

“’Kay.”

Joey swam to the edge and anchored his arms onto the concrete as the rest of his body drifted in front of the pool jets.

“It’s really intense this time,” Joey said in a strained voice. The more he held on, the twitchier he started getting, his body jerking occasionally. His muscles bunched up and clenched as he said, “Getting it real soon.” Then he groaned super long and loud as his body shook, and I thought he was in trouble until he finally let go of the concrete, floating backwards with a lopsided smile on his face.

“It’s the good feeling,” Charlie explained. “You know, from your dick?”

Charlie and Joey couldn’t believe I had no clue what they were talking about.

“It’s the best feeling ever!” Joey shouted. “It’s like tickles all over!”

Charlie pulled my arm to the jets and told me to hang on like Joey had. The force of the jets immediately blasted my thigh, but Charlie told me to aim it at the underside of my boner. When I did, it was like the water was punching my penis over and over, only it didn’t hurt at all. It felt really good like when Joey had squeezed me in the car, only better. He was right about the tickly feeling.

It’s weird how certain memories lock in your head. The gritty concrete digging into my arms, the rivulets of water dripping from my damp hair, the burning odor of chlorine in my nostrils. All while the sensation of having to pee built up like a wave. I vaguely recall groaning something like, “yes, yes, yes,” as that wave finally crashed to shore and I had my first orgasm. My boner twitched like mad in my swim trunks, and each time it did, my body flooded with pleasure until I had no choice but to let go of the wall. Any longer holding on, and I think I might have actually passed out.

When I opened my eyes, Charlie was already up against the jets, only he was adding a little humping motion to his movements. It felt like forever for my good feeling to happen, but Charlie’s happened in under a minute before he shuddered against the wall of the pool and drifted away like his brother.

We were back to normal after that, swimming around and playing as if nothing happened. We’d each taken a turn at the jets, and even though the feeling had been amazing, I hadn’t connected it with any sort of attraction to boys or girls. It just felt good, and that was enough for me.

Before we left for the condo, the three of us took a pit stop in the sauna. The light inside was just bright enough for Charlie to pull down his trunks and let me see his pubes. The dozen tiny coils looked like small beard hairs to me. Joey and I touched them, which made Charlie get hard all over again. Soon he readjusted himself, and we headed inside.

That night, Charlie and I stayed up watching anime cartoons late into the morning. Joey wanted to stay up with us, but his mom sent him to his own bed, while we slept on the pullout sofa. A thin blanket covered our legs as we lay against a makeshift throne of pillows. I guess I should have expected it, but my mind drifted to what we did in the pool a few hours before, and for the first time in my life, I got a boner because I wanted one, because it felt good to have one.

I jumped when Charlie’s hand rested on my boner. It poked against the blanket as clearly as it had in the car. He gave me a look that seemed to ask if it was okay he was touching my dick like that. All I could do was nod because I wanted to see where things led. By the end of the night, Charlie would be the first person to give me a true orgasm, and I learned how to return the favor after. Throughout that weekend, there were a few other antics we got up to, sometimes with Joey, sometimes by ourselves, but that night was the springboard into my sexuality that I still fondly remember to this day.

As I said at the start, Charlie and I drifted apart after high school, and I guess I wasn’t super surprised when I found out he was engaged and going to have a child. Despite all our play over the years, Charlie’s interest in sex stuff was because it was fun, not because of any romantic attachment. As I got older, especially during the rest of middle school, I came to terms with my gayness. And whereas Charlie wasn’t interested in anything romantic in the long run, Joey on the other hand, is a story all on its own.

– To be continued –

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Ben

Ben
by
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Ben

Grade school for me was always one of those times where the friends you made were your friends for life. There was little rhyme or reason to it—one day you met a kid you shared vague interests with, and then boom. Best friends for life. At least, that’s how it was with Ben.

The two of us were thick as thieves even though we were pretty different. He was big into hunting; I was more into playing indoors, video games, Nerf, etc. One thing the two of us shared a love for, though, was the playground.

We were lucky enough to grow up in a wealthy school district, and along with that came large playground areas with tons of jungle gym equipment. At nearly a thousand students split across six grades, it was needed, too. Unless you did something really stupid to get into trouble, you could pretty much stay invisible for half an hour every day.

During 5th grade, one of our favorite games to play was cops and robbers. Basically a team of cops chased the criminals, and after catching them, the bad guys were hauled off to one of the fences we used as the jail. We tried doing jailbreaks for a while, but we stopped because it always turned into chaos and nobody ever won.

Whenever a group was ready to play, Ben and I preferred opposite teams to each other. Why? Because that meant we got to chase each other. Sometimes one of the girls wanted to take turns chasing me or him instead, but that was never as fun. Girls were always so bossy and demanding when they tried to play, and besides, Ben did it best. There was nothing like the thrill of rounding a corner and your best friend leaping out from cover with his arms wide open to catch you.

Ben would bend my arms behind me, pinning my wrists together, just tight enough to cause discomfort. Obviously I could have made it less painful, but there was something exciting about being his captive. As time went on, I learned I was the submissive sort, but back then I just found it strangely comforting.

“You’re my prisoner now,” he’d say near my ear with a high-pitched growl as I pretended to struggle against his grasp. Sometimes to keep the game going, Ben would let me slip away, and the chase would begin again.

As 5th grade came to an end, something different started to happen whenever Ben captured me. I had scampered across the playground to one of my favorite hiding spots to bounce between, a plastic tunnel connecting two sections of the jungle gym. The tunnel was on the second story with a little viewing window on either end to see outside. In reality it probably wasn’t that high up, but to my eleven-year-old eyes, it was the perfect vantage point for keeping tabs on the enemy.

The only problem was that we were far from the only kids playing games on the playground. Often times other kids squeezed around me through the hot, stuffy tunnel. It wasn’t long before Ben used the pandemonium of screaming kids to sneak up on me, and this time, when he had my arms pinned, the tight quarters of the plastic tunnel forced his body right up against mine.

In the burgeoning summer and my looming adolescence, the moistness of his warm breath against the nape of my neck made all the little hairs on my forearms stand upright, and for the first time in my life, I connected getting a boner with something other than having to pee in the morning. It pressed uncomfortably against my shorts, but I loved every second of it as Ben dragged me from jungle gym and led me to prison. I thought surely everyone must have seen the way it jabbed out, but no one ever mentioned anything if they did.

After he brought me to jail, my face was hot and sweaty, way more than usual, and it wasn’t until he left that I finally stuck a hand inside my shorts to adjust myself. One of the girls with me in jail saw what I did, and her face made a disgusted frown, but I stuck my tongue out at her and told her to mind her own business. What did a stupid girl understand about boy stuff anyway?

When summertime came around, I was disappointed, since moving on to middle school meant we no longer had recess to play our games. I was too naive to consider what other opportunities might come up during the summer break. That was until one day Ben called and asked me to hang with a bunch of neighborhood kids out in the woods near his house.

Ben’s neighborhood was in an as-of-yet undeveloped part of town, so once we hit the edges of his street, a wide forest opened up for us to explore. Some of the older kids had constructed a shitty, but functional fort by using a mixture of fallen branches and old planks of wood. That was our prison.

Most of the boys there I didn’t recognize—some were in different classes, older grades, home-schooled etc. Ben was the only person I really cared about though, and like usual, we chose to play on opposite teams. Sure it might have been fun to chase down some of the other guys together, but I was secretly hoping Ben would catch me and take me prisoner like the last time we played cops and robbers. When the oldest boy called go, I ran for the hills, kicking up a flurry of dead leaves with every step. I made sure not to run too far without looking over my shoulder to make sure Ben was watching where I went. He was.

A little flutter went through my chest as I ran, not thinking too much about the fact that I wasn’t super familiar with these woods. When I finally slowed, it was because I found a thick, fallen log laying against the steep embankment. Right away I knew that was where I would hide. I smeared away some of the old leaves and hunkered down, pressing myself close to the earthy soil. I wasn’t in a panic—I knew I’d hear someone crunching through the leaves before they ever saw me.

I didn’t have a phone then, but my guess was about ten minutes passed before the leaves rustled from over the hill. It sounded like another robber had been captured. I chanced a peek over the rotted log to make sure it wasn’t Ben chasing someone else down, and when I saw it wasn’t him, I tried to tiptoe back into place.

“Freeze,” I heard behind me and nearly jumped out of my skin.

As I turned around, Ben stood with one hand on his hip, the other pointing a finger-gun at my face.

“Make me,” I half-whispered, delighted when Ben hoisted the imaginary gun and tackled me down.

Rolling around in the leaves during a hot, summer day—along with Ben’s body pinning mine against the ground—had the instant effect of giving me another boner. Only this time, he noticed right away because he stopped all of a sudden and glanced between our mushing bodies.

His breath huffed through his nostrils as he said, “Show me.”

Taking only a mild cautionary glance around me, I unsnapped the button of my shorts before zipping them down and lowering the waistband of my undies. My boner pointed up at my face, harder than it had ever felt before as it twitched. Having only just gone through some vague version of sex education, I knew there was supposed to be a greater purpose for my dick and a woman’s vagina, but you couldn’t have tortured me with a worse idea. Ben seeing me like this, however, was making little firecracker pops happen, and I didn’t know why.

A branch snapped from somewhere close by, and quickly I returned my dick inside my waistband and zipped up while Ben shouted that he’d found me. After that, it was pretty hard to slip away, not with some of the much older boys ready to pounce on any escaped prisoners. We spent the rest of the day in sweaty play, and by the end of it, believe it or not, I’d temporarily forgotten about the whole boner incident between us. We were still kids, and playing outside was one of life’s sacred gifts.

That afternoon, Ben suggested I spend the night with him. His dad had one of those jobs that took him out of town several days of the week, and his mom, while super nice and friendly, preferred the comfort of cooking shows rather than dealing with the chaos of two preteen boys. I say that to say, when the two of us retreated to Ben’s room after dinner, we were alone for the night.

As we booted up his Playstation, Ben was quiet during our first few rounds of Madden, which was odd because he was your typical trash talker when it came to any competitive game. I thought I had maybe done something wrong, but then he finally broke the ice.

“So, you know Rebecca?” he asked. “The one from Ms. Douglass’s class with the red hair?”

“Uhh…yeah?” I said, not sure why he wanted to talk about brace-face Rebecca all of a sudden.

“On the last day of school, she gave me a note that said she liked me and asked if I liked her back.”

“Okay…so do you?”

“Not really,” Ben said, and I couldn’t stop the little sigh of relief that escaped me. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as we started up the next play.

“So, what did you say?” I asked.

Instead of answering, he hit the pause button, freezing up the screen so neither of us could control the players, and set his controller down to face me. The silence between us was making me fidgety.

“This is boring,” he said. “Let’s play a different game.”

“Okay, like what?” I scratched at the top of my knee, waiting for him to suggest another video game.

“It’s called Criminals. Someone pretends to be the bad guy and breaks into the other person’s home before tying them up.”

I had never heard of this game before, and I was too naive to think Ben was making up some bullshit game as an excuse to fool around, but already my heart was pitter-pattering in my chest. We didn’t have to talk things out. Instinctively, we both knew that he was going to be the one breaking in while I was the one who got tied up. There was no winning in this game, just getting caught.

Ben dug around in his closet until he found a couple of old pairs of shoes. It took him a few minutes to undo the laces, but soon he had what he needed. We decided to turn off the lights to the hallway and his bedroom, and he gave me the chance to hide while he went outside and closed the bedroom door.

Even with the lights off, I knew his room well. There was a nice space beneath his bed to wriggle beneath the bed frame, and I had just crawled under when the door squeaked open.

Thanks to the lack of hallway light, there was no silhouette as Ben crept inside and pushed the door shut again. Along with the carpet muffling all of his footsteps, I had no way of knowing where he was until he toe-jabbed the side of his dresser and cursed.

I snickered and immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, worried I’d given myself away. When a few seconds passed, I thought I was safe, but then his voice was closer than ever, and he couldn’t have been more than a foot or two away. “Oh, Jeremy…” he called out. He was like a stalker chasing down his victim, which was true in many ways, I thought.

I heard a dragging noise over the carpet and realized he must have been swinging his arm in wide sweeps. I shrunk back as far as I could, but there was a ton of other crap beneath Ben’s bed, and I cried out when his fingers finally brushed against the side of my head.

“Gotcha!” he shouted, his hands pulling me from beneath the bed as the two of us tussled against each other. Knowing what it would soon lead to, my dick was already hard in my shorts, and I shivered as the underside pressed into the soft carpet.

When Ben finally had me yanked from beneath the bed, he was quick to force my arms behind my back. I shouted out in mock distress as he leaned forward and shoved my face into the carpet.

“Say nothing,” he whispered low and threatening in my ear, “or I’ll go after your whole family next!”

I nodded in the darkness even though he couldn’t see me, so instead, I whispered, “Okay, I’ll do whatever you say.”

Ben tied my wrists with surprising expertise, even without the light to see. The rope of the shoelaces chewed into my wrists, but I knew I could wriggle free if I really wanted to, so for now I let them do their job. Next up was my ankles, and those actually hurt a little with the bony parts pressed against each other. When he was satisfied with his work, I wobbled until Ben rolled me on my side.

I couldn’t understand why Ben hadn’t turned the lights back on yet, but when his hand touched my stomach, I flinched and held my breath. It wasn’t until he slipped his fingers beneath my shirt and rubbed the bare skin there that my breath rattled free.

“What’re you going to do to me?” I asked, keeping up the pretense of the game we played.

In response, Ben moved close to my face, so close I probably could have bopped heads with him if I wanted.

His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Whatever I want.”

My arousal as Ben’s hand wandered to the front of my shorts left little doubt as to how I felt about being restrained. His fingers prodded my boner before he finally pressed his palm against it. Unable to control myself, I rocked against him to increase the contact and friction, but he giggled and pulled back.

“Ben,” I pleaded. “Why’d you stop?”

“I want you to say it,” he said in a playful tone, breaking character for a moment.

“Say what?” I growled in a mixture of horniness and frustration.

“You know,” Ben said. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to keep rubbing my dick,” I half-shouted, and in the expectant silence that followed, I added with an embarrassed, “please.”

“You’re funny,” he said, but his hand went back anyway, and he let me hump against him as he dragged his palm back and forth. The more we moved against each other, the more a strange feeling began to grow inside. It was like being tickled from the inside out. Normally I would have tried to move away from somebody’s fingers if they tried to tickle me, but this was unlike any tickling I’d experienced before. A growing pleasure spread from my penis outward. My legs began to straighten out and tense as I tried to chase wherever that ticking pleasure was leading, and soon I was fighting off the urge to pee.

I considered stopping, but honestly, I didn’t give a damn right then if I pissed myself or Ben’s carpet. Whatever was happening was too good, and all I wanted to do was keep experiencing it. Finally, it was like my body tipped over the first hill of a roller coaster as my abs clenched and I doubled over. That tantalizing, tickling sensation exploded everywhere, radiating good feelings all in my body.

I must have started making noise because without realizing it, Ben’s hand was practically smothering me as I panted and groaned out whatever breath was still inside. After what felt like the most incredible fifteen seconds of my life, the pleasure started to fade, but there was something nice lingering in its place.

Ben’s hand had left my dick and was shaking me instead. “You didn’t have a seizure or something, did you? I should get my mom.”

“No!” I shouted and remembered I was still tied. Being in the dark, there was no way for him to see that I was fine, so I asked him to turn on the light.

When he did, my eyes took a second to adjust as Ben untied the shoestrings around my wrists and ankles. When I looked down, I didn’t appear to be any different than I was.

Ben seemed to be thinking something along the same lines, because he asked, “Jeremy, what happened to you?”

I told him I wasn’t sure. Describing it to him lacked all of the magic and intensity that coursed through my body. For a few seconds, it was nothing but pure, physical joy.

Even still, as I finished explaining, Ben pinched the front of his shorts, and I wondered if he was hard from what I’d told him. This whole time I’d been so concerned with my own good feelings that I hadn’t considered how my best friend my benefit from this.

Looking down at the mess of shoestring on the carpet floor, I picked up the end of one of the laces and gave a grin.

“Wanna find out for yourself?”

The End

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Andrew

Andrew
By
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Andrew

My parents were still at work the day I went snooping through their bedroom.

It was one of those sacred places I knew I wasn’t supposed to be. It’s not like I had never gone in there before, but without them home, it felt…different. More mysterious. Even as I turned the doorknob, I peeked over my shoulder to double check they hadn’t somehow come inside without my knowing.

Sure, I was paranoid, but the boredom won out, and there was no chance in hell I was starting my homework, so in I went. There wasn’t anything too special at first—just the whirring of their fan and their messy bed. Everything else seemed normal. The walk-in closet was pretty similar, too. Mom and Dad had their work clothes hanging on the bars, and Mom’s never-ending rows of shoes lined the bottom.

Near the top sat one of those wrap-around shelves you could stack things on, and I could barely reach the buttons on their mini-safe. Not like I knew what the combo was, but it was fun to try. When that didn’t work, I was ready to leave the closet completely when an orange shoebox caught my attention. It was tucked away in the top corner of the shelf. I think the only reason it even stuck out to me at all was because Mom’s shoes were on the floor, so what need was there for an old box on top?

It took a couple tries to jump and swipe it closer—at thirteen, I still had some growing to do—but when I finally grabbed it from the shelf and opened it up, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I might not have known what the other objects were, but the bottle of liquid with the word lube printed on the front connected all my adolescent dots.

The first crazy thing I found inside was a series of connected silver balls, each one a little bigger than the last. I gulped as I imagined what they were for or why anyone in their right mind would want to use them. Beside those was a pair of black leather gloves sitting with a small mask and a whip. Finally, there was a thick, blue plastic tube inside that was capped on either end. Curious, I pulled it out and tried to ignore my sweaty hands as I unscrewed it.

An unusual smell wafted towards my nose when it popped open, and right away I knew what I was staring at. Well, sort of. I’d seen enough porn on my iPhone to recognize a pussy when I saw it, even if it was fake. My first thought was, Holy shit, it’s right in front of me. My second thought was, Dad must have the tiniest dick. I mean, there was no way he didn’t. How else was he supposed to fit inside that hole. I held the tube in one hand and placed my index finger at the entrance of the splayed out pussy lips.

The moment my finger pushed inside, my dick got super hard. It was mesmerizing how the cushiony folds tugged at my finger, especially as I pulled back. After my finger was free, I held my eye up to the entrance to try and see inside, but it was nothing but a pitch-black gap. Based on the size of the tube, my guess was that it went back about a foot, but there was no way anyone was fitting inside of that all the way.

Taking one last look behind me, I finally squatted down to my knees and lowered the front of my shorts, letting my dick spring free all four inches. Grabbing the tube again, I pushed down the base of my dick until my tip was lined up with the opening.

I pushed and pushed, but getting the tip inside wasn’t like my finger. I mean, granted, my dick wasn’t the biggest in the world, I knew that, but there was no way I was getting in. I scratched at my small patch of pubes before deciding to call it quits for the day. I didn’t want to explain myself if I was caught here, so I recapped the blue tube and put it back in the shoebox before returning it to its rightful place.

That night it was tough to look at my parents in the same light. It was like a great secret had been revealed about them, and part of me shuddered at the implications. The other part of me was still deeply curious about what the hell the pussy tube was, so that night before bed, I hopped on Incognito mode so my parents wouldn’t see my search history later.

Turns out the thing was called a Fleshlight, and there were all sorts of different brands and models they were based from. The reason it had looked like such a real pussy was because it probably was, although how someone managed to make a perfect copy, I had no idea. Taking a chance, I texted my two best friends, Jack and Owen, who both lived on the same street and asked them to swing by the next day after school.

When I got home, I ran back into my parents’ bedroom, grabbed the shoebox from the shelf, and took the Fleshlight with me into the living room until my friends showed up.

“Check it out. I found it in my parents’ closet.”

On the coffee table was the Fleshlight, both caps still screwed on.

“What the hell is that?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

“This is dumb, Andrew,” Owen said. “Why aren’t we playing basketball?”

“Just wait,” I said. When I got the cap twisted off, I stared face to face with that mysterious, tight hole before showing them. They gasped.

“Is that what I think it is?” Jack asked, staring at the pink lips.

“Oh, shit,” Owen said. He twisted one of the strands of hair sticking out from under his beanie.

“It was in my parents’ closet. I think it’s for…you know…practice.”

“Dude, let me see,” Jack said, practically lunging over the coffee table to take it from my hands. He tested its weight in his hands and poked his fingers at the spongy, gelatinous material of the lips. A little twinkle formed in his eyes as he asked, “Have you tried it out?”

I blushed but shook my head. “No, I uhh…couldn’t fit.”

“Let me see,” Owen said and took the Fleshlight from Jack, jabbing the hole with his fingers much like I had yesterday. “Well then how are you supposed to stick it in?”

“Duh,” Jack said. “You need something to make it slick, like lube or something.”

“My parents had a bottle of lube, too,” I said, “but doesn’t that stuff last a long time?”

“We could always use spit,” Owen suggested, “that should dry out fast enough, right?”

While I pointed the Fleshlight towards the ceiling, we each dumped wads of spit into the opening, watching as the collected saliva pooled and slipped inside. This time when Owen tested his finger, it squelched as his finger immediately buried itself to the hilt.

“I think it’s ready,” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, well who’s testing it first?” I asked.

It was Jack who offered to go first. The three of us had little shame around each other. Having spent most of our childhoods in one of our three homes, we’d seen each other naked plenty of times over the years, usually when one of our moms forced us to take a bath after getting dirty or sweaty. When middle school started and we had to take public showers with the rest of the kids in class, it wasn’t a big deal for us like it was for some of boys who were really shy.

We weren’t even strangers to jacking off together, although we kept things pretty hands off. We weren’t gay, after all. Just horny. The first time we got pubes or made cum, we always made sure to have a sleepover so the others could see for themselves.

Jack slipped the front of his shorts halfway down his thighs and lifted his shirt. His dick, which was already hard, jutted out like a spear from his groin. Out of all three of us, Jack was the youngest, but he was the tallest. His penis was the biggest too, more girthy than anything. As far as I could tell, my friend was still bare, or if he had any hair, his blonde hair made them near impossible to see. He could cum, though. The clear stuff, but he made a decent amount.

“Here goes,” he whispered and gripped the base of the Fleshlight with one hand while working in the tip of his dick with the other. There was only a slight resistance before he suddenly plunged in the rest of the way. From my angle, the pussy’s opening split around his cock, forming a tight seal that wouldn’t let go.

“How does it feel?” I asked, barely above a whisper.

Jack grunted with his eyes clenched shut. “Like I’m about to cum already. I’m trying not to move.” Jack stayed still for a little while longer before opening his eyes and steadily pumping his hips back and forth. I thought it looked funny the way the massive tube stuck out from his groin, but I was too turned on to laugh.

After maybe thirty seconds, Jack’s thrusting picked up as well as the wet slapping sounds, and with a soft groan, he slammed his hips forward and stopped, eyes shut again as he shook in place. He finally released the breath he was holding before opening his eyes. His cheeks were flush, but he gave a grin as he slowly pulled out of the Fleshlight.

The tip of Jack’s dick was red and still gave a few phantom throbs, but I couldn’t see any wetness. His jizz must have mixed inside with our spit. Oh well, I thought. Based on the past times I’d cummed on myself, it would dry up after a while.

Owen reached down and palmed the front of his khaki shorts. The hard tube of his penis was easy to spot as it pointed up towards his hip.

“Andrew, do you care if I go next?” he asked breathlessly. I shook my head, and Owen soon had the button of his shorts unsnapped.

Owen was older than me by a few months, but only had a few tufts of pubes on either side of his dick. He and his penis were also the shortest of the three of us. I couldn’t say for certain, but it was about three inches, maybe three-and-a-half at most. Honestly I think my index finger might have been longer.

He took a slightly different approach with the Fleshlight. Unlike Jack who leaned his hips forward to fuck the sex toy, Owen’s dick was like a small, flagpole pointed at the ceiling. Flipping the Fleshlight upside down, he lowered it onto his dick and slipped inside.

“Feels funny,” he said. “I think I can feel our spit.”

“Or maybe it’s Jack’s cum,” I said with a laugh which got an eww from Jack.

“I don’t care what it is,” Owen said. “It still feels pretty good.”

Owen managed to last a little longer than Jack, but soon his eyes glazed over and he gave a few short rabbit-thrusts into the Fleshlight before doubling over. When he pulled off the tube, a little bit of white plopped out and fell on the bottom of his shirt.

“Quick, flip it!” I shouted. If any of our jizz dripped out and stained the carpet, Mom would have killed me.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about this?” Owen asked, pawing at the cum soaking in to his black t-shirt.

“I don’t know,” Jack said. “Maybe just say we were gluing things in class today.”

Owen shot him daggers. “Really? Who’s going to believe we’re gluing shit together in seventh grade?”

“Don’t get mad at me,” Jack said. “You’re the dipshit who dripped his jizz on himself.”

“Guys,” I said. “Not now, please. Besides, I still wanna take a turn.”

Owen handed over the Fleshlight, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not after watching both of my friends cum inside of it. Like yesterday, I unzipped the front of my pants and worked them down my hips. I figured to avoid a mess, I should probably do it like Jack did and thrust forward rather than let our spit and cum ooze out.

As I aimed, the opening of the pussy shined with juices, and it still seemed like an impossibility to get my dick inside. Even after Jack and Owen, the hole was no more than a few centimeters at best.

I steadied a breath and then gently pushed. The consistency felt like warm jello on my dick as I worked my way inside, and once I hit a certain point, the rest of my penis slipped inside, being clamped from all sides like a vice grip. Right away I could feel the mix of our slick, squishy spit and cum and loved its wet warmth around my dick.

If Fleshlights were made to feel like the real thing, then I couldn’t imagine how a genuine pussy was supposed to feel any better than this. I pulled out until my tip was just inside and pushed back in, already feeling the urge to cum. Fuck it, I thought. The Fleshlight belonged to my parents, so who cared if I came right away? I could always come back for more.

With that thought in mind, I rammed my hips forward into the sploogey mix and gave out a cry as my orgasm washed over me. The Fleshlight was so tight around my dick that even shooting cum was way more intense, like the pressure was making it spray out rather than dribble. My heart clamored, and my hair was damp with sweat as I finally slowed, and with a little suction pop, my dick came free. I managed to catch a string of cum hanging from the tip and smushed it between my fingers.

My dick was still hard and shiny with our juices, but I zipped myself back up.

Jack sat against the edge of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, now what?”

I shrugged. With what we knew about spit and cum, we figured our juices would dry inside the tube before long, so I capped it back up and returned it to my parents’ closet. When I got back, my friends and I went out to shoot some hoops until we had to call it a day.

It didn’t take long for my dad to realize what was up. After another round or two nutting inside the Fleshlight, he knocked on my bedroom door one night with the Fleshlight case in his hands. I tried to play it off like I’d never seen it before, but I was busted. Turns out the fluids inside didn’t dry up quite like we thought, which gave Mom and Dad an uncomfortable surprise. The worst part was how I had to sit through the embarrassment of a sex talk with him, practicing safety first, and making sure I always cleaned up after myself.

There was one good thing that came out of that talk with my dad. The weekend after next, when I got back from a sleepover at Owen’s house, there was a brand new teal Fleshlight laying on my bedroom pillow, along with a small bottle of lube. When I picked up the note propped beside the Fleshlight, it read: Next time, Andrew, please don’t snoop in our bedroom.

The End

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Sex Education Class

Sex Education Class
By
Levi Holland

“Girls, grab your things and go with Mrs. Hampton.”

Noah Lankin couldn’t keep his feet from bouncing as Mr. Prepp waited for the girls to leave their 5th grade classroom. He knew this day was coming. It was all most of the boys could talk about, and yet it was something Noah had dreaded.

When the sex education forms were sent home in their folders a few weeks back, Noah paled when his mom signed off without a second thought.

“It’ll be good for you to hear it from one of your teachers first,” she said. “Besides, you can always come and ask your dad and I any questions you have after.”

Yeah, fat chance of that happening.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to learn about sex stuff. It’s just that he didn’t know what to expect. This was all so new to him, and while some of his friends had older siblings to ask, he was flying solo. Noah wished they could skip the whole dumb program and start summer early.

After the girls cleared out, Mr. Prepp called them to rearrange their desks so they could accommodate the boys from Mrs. Hampton’s class and create a space up front for those who wanted to sit on the floor. One of his best friends, Nathan, popped his head in through the doorway and took the empty seat next to Noah.

“You ready for this?” Nathan asked with a grin.

“No.”

“Dude, come on, it’ll be great. We get to learn about puberty and stuff.”

Once all the boys came inside the classroom, Mr. Prepp laid some ground rules as he connected his laptop to the classroom’s TV screen. He was fairly young, with graying hair on the sides, but Noah always enjoyed spending time in Mr. Prepp’s class. He talked to them like they were young adults, not just little kids like some of the other teachers did. Especially Mrs. Clance—she seemed like such a miserable teacher anytime he passed her class in the hallway. Noah was grateful he didn’t end up there.

On the screen, a simple colorful background popped up with a logo that read Understanding My Body and showed the cartoon face of a boy as he peered down at his midsection. The part he was staring at was cut off, but Noah could wager a guess.

“Alright, boys, lots to go through and not a lot of time. The number one rule I have for you today is to be respectful of everyone here. There are no bad questions. There may be some I can’t answer, but you are always welcome to ask your parents if I can’t. Are we understood?”

“Yes, sir,” the class answered. Noah noticed one or two boys burying their faces already. Maybe he wasn’t so alone in his embarrassment.

Mr. Prepp started off by talking through the basics of puberty: a deeper voice, growing taller, the potential for acne and need for good hygiene. When he pressed the next slide, a burst of giggles erupted from the classroom.

On screen were several nude cartoons of a boy transitioning into a man, along with a body clock that ranged from ages 9 to 21. What caught Noah’s eye the most was the amount of hair that came with each new stage of development. If this chart was to be believed, he was going to look like a hairy ape by the time he was in college.

Mr. Prepp waited for the laughing to die down. “Yes, yes, get it out of your system. Most of you boys are 11 now, so you can pretty accurately place yourself on this chart. What’s interesting about puberty, though, is that this is ultimately a rough estimate. Some of your bodies may not be ready for puberty yet, while others of you may already have a bit of pubic hair.”

“Oh, me,” a boy named Jonathan blurted out. A few more giggles popped up around him.

Jonathan was what Noah considered quietly popular, dressed often in designer clothes that seemed tailor-made for him. He got along well with everyone and was always confident in whatever he did without bragging about it. Noah wasn’t sure he entirely believed Jonathan’s claims since he was also one of the smallest boys in their class. Jonathan’s voice definitely hadn’t broken yet, and Noah wondered how much hair the brunette boy could possibly even have. His own pubic region was as bare as a baby still.

“I can’t wait to grow hair,” Nathan whispered beside him. His best friend wiggled his blonde eyebrows as his blue eyes twinkled.

“Eww, no way,” Noah said. “You’ll look like a gorilla.”

Nathan scratched at his armpits while making chimpanzee noises which made Noah laugh. His friend was always doing goofy things like that.

“Boys,” Mr. Prepp said with a stern cough. “You listening?”

“Sorry, Mr. Prepp,” Nathan said and gave Noah another sly grin.

Mr. Prepp walked them through the different stages of hair that would come in as they aged and then moved on to a close-up view of an illustrated penis, which of course, got another round of nervous giggles.

“As you get older, the penis will start growing. This isn’t something you can control, and it’ll happen at its own rate.”

Noah nearly died when Mr. Prepp put up an additional image of an erect penis, with its head pointed into the air like an arrow.

“And of course, as you get older, you’ll probably notice you’re getting more frequent erections. It’s a perfectly natural thing, and it happens to all guys, even as adults.”

“Does it happen to you?” a Hispanic boy named Leo from the other class asked.

Mr. Prepp stammered a bit. “Well, yes, of course.”

Another boy piped up and said, “Mine usually happen in the morning.”

This got a couple of chuckles and nods from the other boys, and while supremely embarrassed, Noah couldn’t help but agree. For the past few months, he’d wake up daily with his penis stiff as a board. It wasn’t until he went to the bathroom to pee that it finally went down.

“Why does it do that?”

“Mine hurts when it sticks up!”

“Boys, boys,” Mr. Prepp said, trying to gain control again over the classroom. “Let’s try and rein it in. I know you have lots of questions, and I’ll try to answer them. The biggest thing is that erections can happen at any time at all, especially as you’re about to enter puberty. Chances are you’ll likely be the only person to notice.”

Noah was shocked to see Nathan’s hand slowly raise beside him. What was he doing?

“Yes, Nathan?”

“What are we supposed to do when it happens, though? Sometimes mine is like that forever.”

A redheaded boy named Hudson in the front row shot his hand up. “Oh, my brother told me!”

“No!” Mr. Prepp held a finger out to Hudson as his eyes grew wide. “That’s one of those questions for parents, I’m afraid.”

Well that’s interesting, Noah thought. There was a way to fix an erection?

It seemed like one or two of the boys in the classroom were snickering as well. Maybe they all knew something he didn’t.

Nathan frowned when he didn’t get an answer, instead drilling holes in the back of Hudson’s head. Knowing his best friend pretty well, Noah figured Nathan would seek out his own answers soon enough.

Mr. Prepp moved to the final part of his presentation where a video was ready to play. It looked to Noah like one of those basic health videos that played at the doctor’s office, with cheesy Bitmoji characters and crappy animation.

His suspicions were confirmed as the video started. Mostly it relayed a lot of the same information they had covered so far, but then it started getting really weird. It brought up erections again and how when a boy got older, they would have something called a nocturnal emission, two words Noah didn’t have any clue about. The video showed the boy waking up and looking down at his wet sheets like he’d peed himself, and then it finally cut to him holding his sheets in his hands as he went to the laundry. Noah was too focused on making any sense of the visuals that he hardly processed what was even being said by the clinical voice-over. If getting erections at the worst times wasn’t bad enough, now he got to look forward to randomly pissing himself? Great.

“I’m sure you have even more questions after that,” Mr. Prepp said, “but let me start by recapping and breaking down some of the technical terms.”

Mr. Prepp explained that nocturnal emissions were something called a wet dream, and apparently it wasn’t pee that came out at all.

“You may think you’ve just wet the bed, but once you’re old enough, your body releases a fluid known as semen through the penis. It’s wet like pee, but it actually looks and feels very different. Just like erections, this isn’t something you have any control over and should try not to be embarrassed about.”

His friend Mason from recess spoke up. “Yeah, that happened to me a few weeks back.”

A few boys busted out laughing, and another said, “Gross, you don’t have to share that with us!”

“Ryan,” Mr. Prepp said, “remember what we talked about with respecting everyone. Thank you for sharing that, Mason. I’m sure it’ll give others comfort knowing you’re all going through the same things.”

Mason buried his head a bit. Between the camo cap he liked to wear and his shoulder-length hair, it was difficult to see his expression.

Noah traded glances with Nathan and could see that his friend was thinking the same thing. Mason had the wet penis thing happen to him, yet another person who seemed to know something they didn’t. And no way was he going to ask his parents about these things! That was dumb. He had several perfectly good sources of information right here in the classroom.

When the sex ed lesson was over, Noah was grateful to have gone through it after all. Even if it had left him with more questions than answers, he didn’t feel as embarrassed about the whole erections thing. At least now he knew it was supposed to happen.

Before the two classes returned to their regular rooms, Nathan leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “Meet under the jungle gym at recess. Secret meeting only.”

Of the four 5th grade classes at Misty Pines Elementary, they split two and two at recess and shared different portions of the playground. It was that time of year in early June where everything was too damn hot. The mist that lingered in the morning only managed to make the air thick with humidity by the time recess rolled around in the afternoon. About the only thing that offered the students any relief were the canopies stretched over the playground equipment to provide some shade. It was there beneath the two-story jungle gym where Noah and his friend Nathan met with a few of the other boys from class.

“What’re we doing here?” Jonathan asked. He stuck a thumb behind his shoulder. “I’m missing basketball, and we only have like two days left before summer.”

“Yeah, I wanna swing!” Hudson whined.

Mason waited patiently for either Noah or Nathan to speak. Noah gave his friend a nod.

“Listen,” Nathan said, “we were thinking about all the things Mr. Prepp shared today for that stupid sex education class.”

Noah sensed a nervous shift in the boys as Nathan lowered his voice. They didn’t want to risk being overheard by any of the students since they were given a strict no-talking policy about the content they had learned.

“What about it?” Mason asked.

“Well, we have questions. I’m sure you all do too, and it’s clear Mr. Prepp can’t talk about all the good stuff. What if we met up near the swimming hole during the first couple days of summer and swapped info?”

Jonathan shuffled the mulch at his feet and muttered, “I don’t know, man. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“Who would we get in trouble from?” Nathan asked. “It’s just us. And look, it’ll give us a chance leave our houses and swim.”

“I don’t have any questions,” Hudson said. “I know everything already.”

“Perfect, then you can be our guide!” Nathan suggested.

“Maybe there are some things I want to know more about,” Mason said and agreed.

“Uggh, fine,” Hudson said, “but you guys better not say anything to anyone else. I don’t want people thinking we’re a bunch of gaybos for talking about this stuff.”

“I’ll see if I can come,” Jonathan said. “Later.”

When the three other boys split, Noah shrugged his shoulders and turned to his best friend. “Well, at least they’re open to the idea.”

“We’re gonna get to the bottom of this whole puberty thing,” Nathan said, cracking his knuckles. “Just you wait.”

Graduation day came and went for the 5th graders at Misty Pines. Other than the teachers forcing the students to wear nice clothing, Noah thought it was pretty fun. Especially the hours-long party they got to have after the ceremony. The principals even brought in a snow cone food truck for an afternoon dessert.

It was during the graduation party in the gymnasium where the five boys worked out a time and place to meet. Jonathan would be leaving for his family’s beach house at the start of the coming week, and Mason said his family had church Sunday, so it was decided they would meet up that Saturday. Luckily Hudson was able to make it too, since he was going to be their teacher for all things puberty.

Nathan spent the night at Noah’s house that Friday, and together they rode their bikes out along the dirt trail leading to the swimming hole. Laughter, shrieks, and music blared as they reached the quarry. It seemed like everyone was choosing to cool off in the chilly waters now that school was finally out, although the return of summer always made for jam-packed weekends until the fall temperatures moved in and made the waters too cold to bear.

They bumped into Hudson first who crested the hill with too much speed before skidding to a stop moments before colliding into Noah. Shortly after him, Hudson’s brother Jake appeared, an older middle schooler who intimidated Noah. He knew they were all going to start growing up soon, but Jake seemed absolutely massive compared to Noah’s scrawny height. He thought he remembered hearing something about Jake playing sports but couldn’t remember which one it might have been. He didn’t really care for after-school sports.

“Jonathan’s supposed to be here already,” Hudson said, slightly out of breath from the bike ride. “I don’t know where Mason is.”

It didn’t take long for the three boys to find a shirtless Jonathan lounging on a towel, hands clasped behind his head as he soaked up the sun. When he spotted them, he lowered his sunglasses in greeting.

“Sup?”

“You seen Mason?” Nathan asked him.

“Guys! Wait up!”

Running down the embankment was Mason, holding his camo hat in place as he crunched through the dead leaves and dry branches on his way to meet them.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said. “My bike chain’s toast. I had to run all the way here.”

“In Crocs?” Jonathan asked, eyeing Mason’s choice of shoes.

“What’s wrong with Crocs?” Mason asked. He looked down at the hole-filled shoes and plucked loose a leaf sticking out from one of the holes.

“Nothing.” Jonathan sighed. “It doesn’t matter. So what now?”

“You guys follow me,” Hudson said and began walking. “I know just the spot.”

The redheaded boy led the others up an unmarked path over the hill and through the sparse woods about half a mile until the ground gave way to stone and moss. The cheers of other kids as they swam or jumped from the mini cliffs had all but died out. Noah wasn’t sure how Hudson kept sense of where he was heading, but their friend never broke stride as he marched forward.

After the moss gave way to a jutting stone ledge, Hudson walked to the edge before carefully hoisting himself down and motioned for the others to follow. When they did, thick shrubs grew all along the outside of the flat stone surface, giving them plenty of coverage from potential onlookers. Not like anyone was this far out in the woods, but Noah figured it was better to play it safe.

“Alright, so remember, we’re all here because we wanna be, right?” Hudson asked. Away from the sun, his curly hair looked like fresh, brass pennies in the dim light.

“Yeah,” the boys agreed.

“Good, because if you want a real education, we can’t be embarrassed around each other. Obviously you all can’t talk to anyone else about what happens here, or Jake will kick your ass.”

Message received. Each boy gave a silent nod of agreement which was as good as law in Hudson’s eyes.

“Okay. So we have maybe half an hour before Jake comes looking for me. He’s the one who showed me this spot first.”

The boys gathered in a circle facing each other, some sitting cross-legged, others with their knees raised. Jonathan spread his legs and rested back on his hands. Mason raised a hand in the air.

“Mason, this isn’t school. You don’t have to raise your hand.”

He lowered it slowly and blushed. “So how do we do this? I mean, do we just ask you what we want to know?”

“How about we start with one person, and then whoever answers the question gets to ask the next one. That way we all learn together, but it’s not just total chaos.”

The boys nodded their heads. Class was in session.

“Cool, I’ll go first,” Nathan said. He leaned towards Jonathan. “Is it true you already have pubic hair?”

“Yes,” Jonathan said simply.

“Can we see?”

Jonathan paused and raised an eyebrow, and his sunglasses toppled down his face, making the boys crack up before he set them to the side.

“How am I supposed to show you?”

“Maybe just pull the front of your trunks down,” Hudson suggested. “We don’t need to see your whole dick or anything.”

Jonathan shrugged and sat up on his knees. He was the only one of them who was shirtless already, and Noah didn’t spot any muscle definition on his lightly tanned torso, only his ribs. He wiggled a bit closer to them before grabbing his waistband and lowering it, and sure enough, there were about a half dozen little strands of brown pubic hair. They were mainly on either end of the base of his penis, but it was clear he wasn’t bullshitting. Jonathan had the real deal.

“Oh, wow, you weren’t kidding,” Nathan said. He reached a hand forward, but Jonathan snapped his waistband back up.

“You didn’t say anything about touching,” he said.

When Jonathan sat back on the ground again, he kept his hands close to his lap.

“Okay, Jonathan, your turn to ask someone,” Hudson said.

Jonathan rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Mason, tell us about your wet dream.”

Mason grew wide-eyed and tucked his knees closer to his chest.

“Do I have to?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jonathan said.

“Only if you want to,” Noah added.

“We’re all guys, so it’s whatever,” Nathan said.

Mason took a deep, but shaky breath as he tried to calm himself. Damn, Noah thought, maybe this wet dream had been more like a wet nightmare.

“So it was weird because nothing different happened the night before that I can remember.”

“What was your dream about?” Jonathan asked.

“Ice cream,” Mason said. “I know, it sounds stupid, right? But I was eating vanilla ice cream, and we were at the beach. My family and I. All I remember was how sunny it was, and the sand felt so soft on my feet. I was eating ice cream while sitting on one of those pop out chairs, and then a little bit fell on my shorts. I went to scoop it and next thing I knew, I was having the wet dream. It felt…”

“Scary?” Nathan asked.

“Confusing?” Jonathan offered.

Mason shook his head and smiled. “It felt really, really amazing.”

“How can peeing feel good?” Noah asked.

Nathan slapped him with the back of his hand. “Dude, it’s not pee, remember? It’s that sea men stuff. It’s probably because he was dreaming about the ocean.”

A few of them nodded at Nathan’s wisdom, but Jonathan still had a puzzled expression.

“It wasn’t pee, but you had something come out?” Jonathan asked.

Mason nodded again. “I thought I peed too, but pee isn’t slimy. I was too scared to say anything, so I just covered it up with my blanket. When I got home after school, it was gone. Like the mess had vanished or something.”

“Sounds like it dried up.”

“Maybe. I haven’t had one since then, so I can’t say for sure.”

“Cool,” Jonathan said. “Answered my question.”

“Alright, Mason,” Hudson said, “you’re up.”

Mason’s cheeks looked redder than a sunburn. “So do you guys remember when Mr. Prepp put the picture of that erection on the screen? Did you guys think it looked weird at all?”

“What kind of question is that?” Hudson asked.

“Like, what kind of weird?” Nathan asked.

“Well, I mean,” Mason started but then paused. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, mine looks way different. When it’s hard, I mean.”

“Different how?” Noah asked.

“You’re going to laugh or think it’s dumb,” he said, “but to me it looks like a banana.”

Nathan and Hudson did giggle a bit but covered their mouths a moment later.

“Yeah? And?” Jonathan asked. “Don’t all dicks curve up like a banana?”

Mason shook his head. “Not up. Down. Mine curves down when it’s hard.”

“Dude, what!?” Nathan asked. “That’s so weird!”

It was Noah’s turn to slap Nathan with the back of his hand. “It’s not weird at all. Mr. Prepp said everyone’s penis was different, right? Maybe they just didn’t have a picture for Mason’s banana penis.”

Jonathan coughed to clear his throat. “Does anyone’s penis have its foreskin still? Mine still does.”

“Guys, why don’t we just show each other what we look like? I mean, who really cares?”

“It’s just us, right?” Nathan asked.

Hudson nodded, and the others eventually gave in.

It was Hudson who leaned back to remove his trunks first. Apparently the conversation had made his penis stiff because it was standing up all three inches. Hudson’s penis was as pale and freckled as his face, and his balls looked like tiny, drawn up marbles inside their sac.

“Do you you’ll have red pubic hair?” Noah asked. “You know, since your regular hair is red?”

“Jake does,” Hudson answered and immediately cupped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t tell him I told you that.”

“Alright, I guess I’ll go next,” Jonathan said.

His penis was hard too, but the boys were way more interested in the extra skin that folded over his penis. The tip was barely peeking through as his erection bobbed with his heartbeat. Noah thought Jonathan’s looked really cool.

“Can I feel the hair now?” Nathan asked.

“I guess,” he said.

Noah held his breath as his best friend leaned over to gently draw his fingers across Jonathan’s sparse pubes. When he finished, Jonathan let out a raggedy breath as his penis gave a few twitches.

“That was really cool,” Nathan said. “I’ll go next.”

When his best friend dropped his trunks, Noah realized he’d never seen Nathan naked once in the few years they’d known each other. He’d never wanted to honestly, but now, it just felt kind of natural. Nathan stared down at his rising penis. His balls looked almost nonexistent in their tight sac.

Noah declared he would go next, and even though he had three different boners facing him, he was still self-conscious about his own hard-on. Before the previous week, he would have never talked about his penis getting hard, and now here he was exposing himself in front of his classmates. He felt like his might have been a little shorter and stubbier than the others, but there was no way for him to know for sure. When Noah sat back down, he tried to shield himself with his legs.

“You guys sure you won’t make fun of me?” Mason asked.

“Confident, dude, go for it.”

Mason closed his eyes and sucked in a breath before lowering his shorts.

The first thought to cross Noah’s mind was that Mason was bigger than the rest of them. Not by a whole lot or anything, but definitely bigger. The second thing he noticed was the prominent downward curve Mason had mentioned. The banana resemblance wasn’t too far off. It was like one day his dick just decided it would grow a different way. The head was purplish in comparison to Mason’s pale groin, and his balls looked to be a bit bigger than theirs as well.

“Well, I bet that makes peeing when it’s hard a lot easier,” Nathan offered, which thankfully earned a small chuckle from Mason.

“Does it hurt like that?”

“No,” Mason said. “I guess I never thought about it. I mean, does it hurt for you guys?”

“Only when I bend it like this,” Nathan said, and pushed his dick down before it slapped back against his stomach. Soon everyone started trying to get their dicks to slap against their skin, which only made them bust out laughing whenever someone did it.

Now that they were more relaxed with each other, they all had their legs spread out and just let their dicks point wherever they wanted.

“So, uhh, who goes next?” Noah asked. They had all collectively answered Mason’s question together, so it was up in the air.

“I have another question,” Nathan said. “Hudson, this one’s for you. What did you mean the other day when you said you could get it to go down? There’s no way I’m walking back to the swimming hole like this.” He pointed down to his dick and flexed it once.

“Well, there is a way,” the redhead started, “but if I tell you, we have to be sworn to the bro code for life. No going back for nothing.”

The four boys around Hudson each stuck out a pinky finger, and they all interlocked with each other.

“Bro code for life!”

“I didn’t want to say anything earlier unless it came up, but I actually know what happened to Mason during his wet dream. He had something called an orgasm.”

“Why does that sound like a disease?”

“It’s the farthest thing from it. Mason, you said when you woke up from the ice cream dream that it felt really good, right?”

“Uhh, yeah,” he said.

“Where did it feel good?”

They all noticed the way Mason’s curved penis jerked, and Mason reached a hand down to steady himself. “Here.”

“That’s what wet dreams are. They’re sleep orgasms, and orgasms are how you make your dick go down.”

“That sounds crazy,” Nathan said. “It’s like you’re speaking another language. How do you even know about this?”

“His brother,” Jonathan said, “remember? Back in class? It’s what Mr. Prepp didn’t want us to know about.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Noah said, “So Mr. Prepp knows about these organisms too?”

“Orgasms,” Hudson corrected, “And it’s how we were all made. Our dads did an orgasm with our moms.”

“Ewwww,” Noah said, “like sex?”

“More like sex with your hand,” Hudson said. “And it’s definitely not eww. Trust me.”

Noah still looked unconvinced, but Jonathan said, “Show us. If it’s so awesome, I wanna see.”

The four other boys watched with curiosity as Hudson readjusted himself on the flat stone surface of the boulder before spreading his legs a bit wider, giving them all total viewing access to his privates. From Noah’s angle, Hudson’s crack was on full display.

“You gotta slide your fingers up and down but also keep a good hold on it.” Hudson gripped his erection using just his thumb and index finger and began easing the skin back and forth in a smooth motion.

Hudson’s tiny sac bounced each time he came back down, and Noah gave his own penis a squeeze. A little flutter of pleasure spiked through him, and while it was an unfamiliar sensation, it was by no means awful. He snuck a peek to see if any of his other friends were doing the same, but everyone’s eyes were glued to Hudson’s dick.

The redhead was beginning to pant as he worked himself.

“Eventually, you start getting this feeling that builds up like pressure,” Hudson said breathlessly, “but you gotta keep going. You’ll know when you get it.”

A blush spread down Hudson’s neck and chest, and his eyes were squeezed shut as he continued pulling on his dick.

Finally, with a groan and a shaking of his whole body, Hudson moaned out loudly, his feet lifting in the air before collapsing to the ground. His dick twitched automatically, and Noah spotted another pulsing happening between Hudson’s balls and crack. It was like something was pushing out from inside his body.

“Did it happen?” Nathan asked.

“Oh yeah…” Hudson said, smiling with his eyes closed as he lay on the ground. “It happened.”

Jonathan took a look down at his own dick and tried out the same motion Hudson did. His foreskin retracted and slid back over the head before bunching together at the tip.

“Yours is cool,” Nathan said. “I kind of wish I had mine still.”

“It does feel nice,” Jonathan said. “But it’s not mind-blowing or anything.”

“Just keep going,” Hudson said. “And speed up, too. You’re going too slow.”

Jonathan sat on his knees and rested back on his heels as he sped up. The few pubes along his groin moved a bit with each pull, and after about two minutes, Jonathan’s breathing was becoming labored.

“My hand’s cramping,” he panted, “but I think I’m close.”

“What’s it feel like?” Nathan asked.

“Like I’m being tickled, but also like I have to pee.”

“You won’t,” Hudson said, “That means you’re right there.”

“O-okay…” Jonathan said, “It’s—something’s…”

His head rolled back and Jonathan released a small whimper as his hand slowed to a stop on his dick. They couldn’t see the same twitching like before, but Jonathan had kept his dick covered when the supposed good feeling happened.

“You weren’t kidding,” Jonathan said and sighed. He looked down and touched the tip of his penis, drawing away something thin and clear on his finger.

“Oh, you made sperms,” Hudson said. “Mason, is that like the stuff from your wet dream?”

“I’m not touching his penis juice to find out!”

Jonathan instead squeezed his thumb and finger together before releasing them. A thin, clear strand connected the two fingers.

“Feels like what you were talking about. Slimy and slick.”

“It felt good, too?” Nathan asked. Noah noticed his friend seemed the most eager of them all to try.

“It feels like getting a really warm hug all over your body.”

As Jonathan’s boner started to wilt, he wiped his fingers on the stone boulder before grabbing his swimming trunks.

“Who’s next?” Hudson asked, and Nathan answered.

“Why don’t all three of us just go at once? I mean, we have the idea now.”

Noah couldn’t help but admit he was eager to try. It seemed like Jonathan and Hudson both really liked the feelings they’d gotten, and Noah could honestly say his dick had never gotten a hug like that in his life, so what could it hurt?

Making eye contact with Mason, Noah gave him and Nathan a nod, and they each scooted beside each other before facing Jonathan and Hudson.

Nathan immediately started working on his own erection, but Mason seemed unsure of the best way to grip his.

“It won’t bend like yours,” he said.

Hudson frowned. “Maybe try holding it in your hand. You know, like a hot dog?”

Mason gave a shrug and lay his dick over his palm before squeezing lightly.

“Oooh,” he moaned. “It does feel good like this.”

“Noah, what’re you waiting for?” Hudson asked. “I wanna go swim.”

Noah looked down at his own penis, the only one untouched of the five of them. Why was he so nervous to try this? Everyone seemed to have it figured out so easily, but it just seemed strange to him. He wanted to, really, but it felt like the start of their sex ed class all over again. That had been fine in the end. Maybe this was the same.

He steadied himself, and then finally grabbed his penis like he’d seen the others do, and it just felt like he was holding it. Nothing special. No fireworks. How was this any different than peeing in the morning with a boner?

“Dude, it’s not a joystick,” Nathan laughed beside him. His breaths were coming a bit faster. “Here, watch.”

Noah gasped as Nathan reached out and took hold of his penis. A surge of electricity shot through his balls as Nathan pulled up and down a few times on Noah’s penis before pulling away. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath, and it came out in a shaky gasp.

Beside them, Mason gave a few high-pitched whines.

“I’m getting it!” Mason exclaimed with a gasp. “It’s just like my dream!”

Mason shuddered as his butt rocked forward in little thrusts, and Noah’s eyes sprang open as a little blast of something watery came shooting out of Mason’s penis in a few quick bursts. It peppered the stone between them with little droplets.

“Oh, way more than Jonathan made!” Hudson shouted.

Seeing Mason shoot his stuff triggered something within Noah, and soon a pleasure began to radiate somewhere in his body—behind his penis, but below his gut. Putting words to it would have been impossible. There was only a pleasure that strengthened with each passing second. He just had to try and capture it before it was gone.

“Dudes, I’m either about to piss myself, or it’s happening!” Nathan said beside him.

The blond boy squeezed his eyes shut before releasing an unintelligible groan as he doubled over. Noah didn’t get the chance to see if his friend’s dick was doing the twitchy thing like some of the others, but seeing his best friend enveloped in pleasure was enough to snap the seal on whatever was building up inside of him.

“It’s gonna…it’s gonna…oooooh!”

His skin was all feathers as every nerve ending exploded in his body. It was better than his favorite meal; it was better than his favorite video game; it was fucking phenomenal. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes that Noah realized he’d hit the ground. The sun blinded him as it streamed through the canopy of trees.

“Dude, are you alright?” Nathan asked beside him. “You looked like you went to the moon and back.”

“Yeah, yours was super bouncy!” Hudson added. “It must have felt amazing!”

Noah took a few minutes to steady his breathing as the amazing pleasure finished washing over him. He was a little disappointed it didn’t linger longer than it had, but all things considered, he was satisfied. In his mind, the door to an ancient secret had been discovered, and he had the keys.

He sat up and looked around at his friends as they looked on with concern.

“I’m good,” Noah said. “Hudson, you were right. That was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life!”

Jonathan punched Hudson on the shoulder. “Yeah man, if you ever hold something that good from us again, you’ll be sorry.”

Hudson flushed a bit and gave a wicked grin.

“Well, there is this one other thing I know…”

The End

Copyright 2023 – Levi Holland
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