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.