Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 22:50:08 +1000
From: Johnny Appleseed <japple1774@gmail.com>
Subject: Summer

It was the summer of 1969, and the blazing sun roared onto my outdoor
veranda where I was sitting on my dads old rocking chair, reading a
Tintin comic. My dad was at work, the metal factory a few kilometres
away, and wouldn't be back until late, and my mum was with my younger
sister and brother out shopping.

Tintin was on an exciting adventure, one I wish I was involved in. I
could see it now, for I did look similar to Tintin with his short
blond hair and young sheepish face. Even at 15, I did still resemble
my younger siblings, Simon, who was 13, and his twin sister Emily.
Emily also shared in my blond locks and childish grin, which we both
inherited from my mother, whereas Simon had my fathers genetics -
thick black hair and deep grey eyes with a manly essence to himself.

It was only early in the afternoon, and as I sipped on my ginger beer
I thought of my family at the shops, hoping that with the measly
income my dad earns we'd have enough for a nice dinner tonight. I
could only hope.

My mum and younger siblings came into the driveway, in which I could
hear our clunky old Holden pulling up, and I went to help with the
bags. My mother, the both sweet and arrogant woman she is, shooed me
away with my brother and sister while she unpacked the shopping,
hoping that we'd get cleaned up and finish our homework for school the
next day. Our house, unlike my father's job and my mother's car, was
probably our finest asset. I was fortunate enough to have my own
bedroom, unlike my younger kin who were damned to share a room until I
was to leave home. While I retreated into my bedroom to finish up my
essay on our Mother Countries' recent history, I heard the twins in an
argument. Struggling to write about how convicts were sent from our
Mother Country to the land we now call home, I went to intervene.

"What's all this about then?"
"Well," chimed my brother, "I was in the bathroom taking a poo up and
she walked in on me. I yelled at her to get out, but she insisted on
coming in to get something."
I turned to my sister. "Is this true?"
"Well, not really. I don't think we was doing a poo. Every day he goes
in there for at least 10 minutes and doesn't come out. When I go in
after him, it smells all funny."
"Ok. Here's what's happening now. You," I turn to my sister, "should
always knock. And you," I turn to my brother, "should know that other
people use the bathroom as well. I'll talk to you later bro, I've got
homework to do."
I thought to myself on how funny this situation is. My younger
brother's already learning how to playing with himself, just like I
did roundabout that age. Oh yeah, I can remember that time.

- - -

My friend Billy and I were at the beach, eating ice creams just along
the sand, and we were noticing all the people around us. At thirteen,
when your eyes open, it's a great sight. You tend to look at people
more, study them and take more into account on what they are doing.
They're no longer just people taller than you that make you do shit
you don't want to do, but they now look different. There were more
teenagers than adults on the beach that day, and Billy was telling me
about his older brother, Jim, who bring him and I to the beach that
day. Both Jim and Billy had bondi blue eyes, the colour of the waves
that day, and sandy blond/brown hair. Jim was tall, however Billy had
only just started his growth spurt. Back at that age, everything is
growing and you don't know whether it's good or bad.

When I started to notice all the people around me, I realised that I
was in fact getting older, and thus wiser. I found out, via Billy from
Jim, how and why your body does funny things, like when I need to pee
in the morning and bend my dick down to reach the bowl. While seeing
the older boys and girls around me, I took notice to the colour of
their eyes, the shades of their hair in the light, their body colour
and tone, and their plain aesthetics. I noticed one boy and girl
holding hands walking along the beach. Him, tall and slim with black
frizzy hair and brown eyes, and fit legs with shorts on. Her, with her
long red hair flowing down to her boobs, of which seemed to make them
seem more rounded and in a larger proportion. Her stomach was flat,
and her thong was really tight looking, and the boy had his hand going
from holding hers to running it up and down near the thong. They
seemed happy, and as they went on the boy seemed to be alternating
between looking her up and down, all the while his pants seemed to
grow and shrink slightly too.

Billy and I had finished our ice creams and were walking around a bit
too, right next to each other talking about comics and music. While he
was trailing on to some song by The Beatles about a walrus, I noticed
the guy and the girl go into the bathrooms. I realised that after the
ice cream I had to too and told Billy, who also joined me. The
bathrooms then were those old unisex ones, that catered to the stand
up ones where the boys pee and the cubicles where the girls do. I saw
the boy walk into a cubicle, and I swear I saw another hand in there
as he peeked his head out and in again as he then shut and locked the
door. I took the cubicle next to them, while Billy was waiting right
outside.

I sat down onto the toilet, and was taking my business while my ear
was pressed up to the wall next to me, hearing mumbles on what was
occurring in the next cubicle. I could faintly hear the words saying
to 'keep going' and 'faster' but I didn't know what they were talking
about. Maybe she was helping him take a shit. I was hearing some weird
grunting noises, but I didn't know what was happening. Then I heard
the boy, distinctly, asking her to fuck off, and I'm thinking a few
things. Why did the boy swear to her? Why did he want her to go? Why
did he sound mad and sad too? I heard her get up and open the cubicle,
then close the door again and walk out. Then I heard the door lock
again and I could have sworn that I heard quiet sobbing. I leaned over
as far as I could and said "H...ello...? Are you ok?" in which the boy
immediately stopped crying and said, "Who are you? What do you want?"

I told him that I was just 13, and that it sounded like he was sad or
something. He said that I wouldn't know what was wrong, and then I
blurted out, before my conscience could kick in, that I heard some
grunting and moaning or something and then him say to the girl to get
out. Then I told him that I thought he was taking a large shit, which
did make him crack up a little. He said that I sounded alright, so he
told me to climb under in-between cubicles and we could talk a little
more.

After I fell flat on the ground and slid through to the other cubicle,
he helped me up, and I got a close look at him. His board shorts were
back on rather clumsily, and his brown eyes were puffy. He then talked
rather bluntly. He was sitting on the toilet which had the lid closed.

"How much do you know about sex?"
"Well," I started, "I know that when your dick gets big and you stroke
it a lot, it makes you feel really good after a bit." That's really
all I knew at the time, not even how babies were made.
"Well, I can tell you a little more. You see, boys and girls, they
each can do that. When a boy sticks his dick into a girl, they can
both feel really good. When the boy does that and he feels really
good, he can give that stuff called semen into the girl and that makes
babies. Although sometimes girls don't want to make babies, so they
use their mouths instead."
I was dumbfounded by now, this guy must be way smarter than Jim. Then
he kept going.
"There are some boys though who don't like to do that with girls
though. Instead they do it with other boys." By now his head was low.
"The church and all that says it is wrong. That's why you heard me
crying. That was my girlfriend who walked off before. She was making
me feel good but I wasn't enjoying it. I wanted it to be with another
boy, but I heard that was wrong so went with her, only I didn't enjoy
it at all."
Then I went, "but if you like it, then surely you can't be condemned
for it. Just because you would want to do it with boys doesn't mean
that you should be ashamed." I did a double take on myself for a
second, never have I heard myself think or say this before, and now
I'm just pulling it out of the air. I've never even thought about boys
or girls like that, I just see them all as boys or girls and leave it
at that!
The older boy then looked at me, smiled, and got up. He was a lot
taller than me and my line of sight went to his chest, which was
clearly defined well. He said thanks, that made his day. Then he said
that he lived in Coogee and his name was Josh, and that he'd see me
around. To my shock and excitement, I said that I lived there too. His
eyes lit up for a second, he ruffled my hair, and walked out.

Shortly after, I walked out and Billy made a remark at how big my shit
must've been for me to take that long, and I shrugged it off and kept
walking.

- - -

It was late in the evening now, and it was just after dinner. My dad
was coming home in a few hours and my sister was helping my mother
with the dishes. I thought it'd be a good time to talk with my brother
now.

"Hey bro, come in my room a sec!"
"What's up Dex?" he asked me.
"When did'ya first start, y'know... playing with yourself?"
"Um...well..." he trailed off.
"Simon, look bro, chill. Every guy does it, I mean, I do it!"
"You...you do? Really, well I found it out from a friend last year."
He seemed to be more at ease now, I thought. I decided to step a
little closer into the unknown.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. You can even use my room to do it so our
parents and Emily don't see ya."
"Wow, really?! Thanks, I mean, can I do something for you?"
"Na thats ok man, don't worry about it. You know, I was gonna do it
right now. You can join me if ya want."

As I was talking I slowly unzipped my jeans, took off my belt and sat
on the bed, not knowing what Simon was going to do. At the same time
that he looked interested, he was very wary and reluctant, and by the
time I was into my underwear he was looking very nervous. Finally, he
spoke up right as my underwear was dropping and the top of my pubes
were showing.

"I...I gotta go," was all he said, and Simon walked off, visibly shaking.

- - -

The next day, after school, I was finishing up my homework and had to
go to the bathroom. On the way I did pass the twins' room, in which
Emily yelled out to me that Simon was in the bathroom again. I banged
on the bathroom door, and told him to hurry up or use my room. In 20
seconds he was out of the bathroom and carrying on with his day.
Meanwhile, my sister did want to know what was happening.

"Hey bro, so what is Simon doing in the bathroom every day?"
Hmm, how to explain this to a thirteen year old girl...
"Well, boys get urges, and so do girls around your age. So, what he's
doing right now is completely normal."
"Oh, you mean like that, my friend Sophie told me about that."
Thank fuck she knows, that would have been brutal to explain.
"Yeah, so, y'know it's a pretty daily thing. Um, I got to go, I need
to take care of something in my room."

All this sex talk's making me horny, and I am one HORNY fifteen year
old! I got my jeans and shirt off, lay down on my bed. Right before
the underwear came off, Emily came in.

"Dex, I was just..."
Oh shit. She'd seen me with my pants off and a hard sixteen centimetre
bulge in my pants. How do I get out of this one...
With a sly look on her face, she looked at me and said "I'll show you
mine if you show me yours."

"Kids, dinner!" our mum yelled.
"Oh crap," I said, "we can't now. How 'bout tonight. I'll come to your
bed. If anyone asks I heard you say you were feeling sick, and I could
run back to my bed faster anyway."

- - -

At around 11pm, after my dad had got back from the factory and was
asleep with my mum, I crept out of my bedroom and into the twins'
room. Unfortunately, they share a bunk bed and Emily was on the top.
Fortunately, Simon was a heavy sleeper, just like my parents.

"So, lets get to this then. if you want me to touch you harder and
faster, say 'tomato'. If you want softer and less, say 'lettuce'.
Remember to whisper, too." I felt proud that I was able to concoct
this, and also a little scared and excited. Emily was ready to go, and
we went at it into the night.

- - -

Early the next morning, before we were getting ready for school, I
went into the bathroom to relieve myself. On the way out, Simon
stopped me to ask something.

"Hey bro, I've got something to say."
"What's up Simon?"
"Well, last night, I thought I heard you making sandwiches or
something. I felt something dripping down, and thought it was
mayonnaise. Anyway, I tried tasting it and then realised what it
really was. Y'know the other day, where I got scared and walked out,
well, this isn't the easiest thing to say, but, I didn't want to
'cause I was really scared. I think I like boys more than girls. I
thought you wouldn't like me anymore, so I had to keep quiet."
"Bro, listen to me, nothing would ever not make you my brother. As
much as family loves family, I love ya little bro.

- - -

When I went to sleep that night, I thought about my life thus far.
I've been noticing people a lot more, my brother just told me that he
likes guys, and I have mixed feelings about playing with my sister.
Sure, it was a new experience, but I think I now know about that shit
they say when 'you just know'. The last thing I fell asleep knowing,
is that I was going to go and see Josh again.

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