Published: 23 Jun 2025

This is a story of naïve young teens learning the facts of life. It is fictional but was inspired by one of my readers and has details gleaned from his experiences and embellished by bits from my own and others’. Perhaps it will evoke memories of your growing up or maybe stories you’ve heard from friends.

It’s set in the late 70’s in a rural Midwestern town in the US and takes place before the advent of the Internet with all of its information on sex and other topics readily available to kids today. The small school district they lived in didn’t have any form of sex education, even in the one gym class which covered health issues. They might have considered it had not the chairman of the board of education been dead set against the idea. Mrs. Prudence Price lived up to her name, being the biggest prude in the county. She was convinced that kids were more likely to play around and get pregnant if they knew the facts of life. It was better to keep them in the dark so that they remained pure. Of course, that goes against logic. People with her viewpoint often lack the capacity to reason.

The two main characters are Barry and his best friend, Tim. They were so innocent that they didn’t even know that the residue in their underwear in the morning was the result of night emissions. Although both had been experiencing strange dreams of a sexual nature at the same time they began to sprout pubic hair, they didn’t make the connection. No one had explained any of this to them.

Because of the stains in their briefs, the boys’ mothers were aware of their hormonal changes but weren’t sure how to approach the subject with-out embarrassing them. Since both were single moms, and there were no father figures in either house, there was a gap in the boys’ education.

Tim’s mother, Brenda, had filled that need three years ago by asking her brother, Todd, to have “the talk” with her older son, Brett, who was now 16. Unfortunately, Todd was now living on the West Coast and wasn’t available to do the same for Tim. He might have done it by telephone, but long-distance rates were relatively high, and this was a subject best handled in a face-to-face manner.

Barry’s mother, Debbie, didn’t have anyone at all she could call on to counsel her son about sexual matters. As best friends, the two ladies often discussed things like this together. Eventually, they came up with a plan which would include both of their 13-year-olds at the same time. This appeared to be the best solution. Being as close as brothers, the boys would naturally be sharing what they learned with each other anyway.

Brenda was fairly sure that Brett had a Playboy and possibly some other similar magazines that he could use to teach the boys about female anatomy. If not, she would supply him with a copy when she asked him to take on the role of mentor. As the ladies discussed it, they thought she should probably purchase one so that she wouldn’t embarrass Brett by assuming he had such items. Debbie suggested that she might find a Playgirl Magazine as well, unless she thought the image of an adult male in all his glory would make the younger boys feel inadequate. Brenda agreed that the young teens might be intimidated, but Brett wasn’t likely to be. She was well aware that her older son displayed a good-sized bulge in his tight jeans with bell bottoms which were currently popular. They finally decided that purchasing a magazine displaying male genitalia wasn’t a necessity since the kids were male and already knew what dicks looked like. Brenda thought that if she went into the city, she might find an issue of Penthouse which seemed to be pushing the envelope on censorship.

Once the ladies decided who would take the responsibility of guiding their young teens, they needed to figure out where and when it would take place. Brenda offered her house since two of the participants lived there already, and Barry was often a sleepover guest in Tim’s room.

As for the timing, they were certain that the younger boys needed to have this experience fairly soon because they would be entering high school in the fall. Gym classes at that level usually required showers. The boys’ facilities were open rooms with lots of showerheads on the walls. Privacy wasn’t an option. There would be few secrets in that kind of setup. Boys weren’t supposed to have the same sense of modesty as their female peers. And from what they’d heard, there was often a lot of locker room chatter about sex. Their boys needed to be informed ahead of that so they wouldn’t feel too naive.

The best scenario seemed to be leaving the boys alone over a weekend so they wouldn’t be concerned about being overheard by adults – especially their mothers. Brett was old enough to be left in charge. He had a driver’s license and he’d taken on a lot of adult responsibilities since the divorce. He got along well with the younger boys, and they looked up to him and weren’t likely to give him any trouble.

Brenda and Deb thought they’d take a short trip to Wisconsin but didn’t want their kids to feel left out. By mentioning that they wanted to shop at fabric stores in New Glaris, they were certain the boys would beg to stay home.

They would go in Deb’s car, leaving Brenda’s home for Brett to use in case they wanted to go out for pizza or had some other errand to do.

So, late on a Friday afternoon, after making sure the boys knew whom to call in case of an emergency, the two ladies made their departure.

“This is going to be a weekend you’ll never forget!” Brett exclaimed when they were alone. We’re going out for pizza tonight and then I’m going to teach you stuff you need to know before starting high school. I don’t want you to feel dumb when others talk about sex. Uncle Todd filled me in, and I’m supposed to carry on the tradition.”

“Cool!” Tim replied. “What kind of pizza are we allowed to get?”

“Whatever you want. So, you’re more interested in food than you are in finding out the facts of life?”

“Well, I already know that babies aren’t brought by storks.”

“Okay, but do you know what a pussy looks like and how to please a girl when you fuck her?”

“Um, well, no. What makes you an expert? Have you gotten laid already?”

“This isn’t about me, but I know a lot more that you do and I’m ready when I get the chance. I know a lot about hardons and erotic dreams.”

“Tim, stop questioning how Brett knows this stuff and let him share with us. I want to hear about the dreams. I’ve been having strange ones lately.”

“Okay, I’ll bow to my brother’s superior wisdom,” Tim smirked.

“Let’s talk about erections first,” Brett began. “I can tell you get them because I can see the bulges in your shorts growing just from mentioning them.”

“Yeah, I get them all the time,” Barry admitted. “I can’t seem to control them, and I know I’m going to be embarrassed when we have to take group showers after sports.”

“First, you need to know that practically everyone else will feel the same as you do. You should be proud that you can get a stiff prick. That’s what it takes to deliver the sperm to get a girl pregnant. You can’t very well stick it in her if it’s limp!”

“I know, but what if I get one in the locker room and the other guys tease me and call me queer?”

“We’ll work on some ways to keep that from happening after we talk about the names of all the parts.”

“Is this going to be like a science class?” Tim rolled his eyes.

“Maybe a little bit, but there’s no final exam. I’m going to start with female anatomy using this magazine,” Brett said, pulling out a current edition of Penthouse from a brown paper sack.

“Check out this chick in the centerfold.”

The younger boys’ eyes widened as they viewed a naked woman with her legs spread wide showing off her equipment in detail. Brett’s bulge was expanding at the sight as well. This was far more erotic than the Playboy mags in his collection.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat. “This is her vagina, what we call her pussy. This spot is her clitoris and is very sensitive. The slang for that is ‘clit.’ If you finger it or lick it, you should do it gently, so she feels good. Too much pressure will cause pain.”

“Eew! Who wants to lick her where she pees?” Tim gasped.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. If it’s clean, it won’t taste bad.”

“Um, how do you know? Have you done it?”

“No comment. Now, are you going to ask unnecessary personal questions, or do you want me to continue?”

“Sorry, Bro.”

“Below her vagina is a sensitive area called the perineum which guys have too. We call it the ‘taint.’ You know, like ‘taint this and taint that,’” he snickered.

“Then, of course her breasts are playthings, especially the nipples. Some girls can get an orgasm from having them sucked, but licking her clitoris is more effective.

“Are there any questions about girls’ bodies that you want to ask?”

“I don’t think so,” Barry said. “I never knew their pussies had parts. I thought it was just a hole. It’s cool knowing this stuff.”

“You guys will probably know more about girls than most of the kids in your class. By the way, when I said orgasm it’s the same as ‘cum.’

“We’ll discuss male terms later. Right now, I’m thinking a pizza with all the toppings sounds good.”

All during their meal, the boys were feeling horny. It was lucky that they’d ordered carryout. Brett did it to save money on drinks which would have cost more than having pop at home. However, it had saved all of them from feeling like they had to adjust their shorts in public to keep from having their dicks strangled.

Once they’d cleaned up from their supper, the boys were eager to continue their lesson.

“For discussing guys’ anatomy, one of us will have to model. That’s better than using pictures. Who wants to volunteer?”

Both blushed.

“How about you show off your big dick?” Tim asked. “We can tell you’ve got plenty.”

“I think we should play strip poker and have the loser should get naked.”

“That’s not fair,” Barry said. “We don’t know how to play poker.”

“Well, why don’t we play a game of War. You guys play that more than I do.”

So, it was agreed upon. Both younger teens were good at it. Barry was certain that he could beat the other two. Eventually, they were down to their underwear, Brett and Barry in tighty-whities and Tim in his Superman briefs. Barry got a little cocky and was the first one to lose his underwear. He felt hesitant, but he was a good sport, and a deal is a deal. He’d been bested fair and square. When he shed those, he came up with the biggest bone he’d ever thrown.

“Wow! That’s impressive,” Brett complimented him. “This is a first-class baby maker.”

Tim looked it over intently, making Barry feel even hornier, if that were possible. Initially, he’d been embarrassed, but now he felt like a stud.

“Okay, let’s start at the beginning. This is your prepuce or foreskin. That means you’re uncircumcised or ‘uncut’ in slang. It’s nice to have because it keeps the glans or head sensitive. Probably some of the guys will envy you for getting to keep it.

“This spot where the head meets the saft is your frenulum. That’s one of the most sensitive places. The proper name for your ball sac is called a scrotum and you probably know that it tends to shrink up when you’re cold. That’s to regulate the temperature of your sperm or ‘cum,’ as we call it. Oh, yeah, and I assume you know that your balls are called testicles.

“See this seam going down your penis to your perineum? That’s called a raphe, I think. I’m not too sure about that.”

“I always thought they had to sew me up so my balls wouldn’t fall out.” Barry said.

“I remember thinking that too. Uncle Todd said that it’s open when babies are forming and closes up around a vagina or penis depending on the gender of the kid.

“Ooh! You’ve got a big bead of precum on the tip of your cock! You’re more sexually developed than I thought.”

“I think I have one too,” Tim exclaimed as he pulled down his briefs to show his seminal fluid.

At that point, Brett shed his underwear to be like the rest. The younger boys were impressed but were pleased that they weren’t a lot smaller in that department than he was.

Brett knew that precum came from some kind of gland, but he couldn’t remember the name of it. He did say that it helped smooth the way for sperm to travel during ejaculation.

“While we all have out pants down, I’ll show you a way to keep from having as many wet dreams and keeping you from staining whatever you sleep in or don’t sleep in. I choose to sleep naked in the summer.

“I’m putting a towel down, so we don’t make a mess on the rug. Let’s sit with our knees touching and you can follow my example if you want to. Maybe you’ve done this before.”

Both boys shook their heads, so Brett demonstrated.

“There are a lot of ways to ‘jack off’ or masturbate. Sometimes, I use just two fingers and grip right below the head like this. Moving up and down feels good. Other times, I use my whole fist. Also, it’s fun to thrust your dick into your fist like you’re fucking. You can use baby oil or lotion if you like. Barry won’t need it because he’s got skin.

“Playing with your nipples or balls while jacking is good too. You can also rub against another part of your body or someone else’s body to get your rocks off. Going slowly will make the feeling last, but sometimes you just want to beat your meat. In that case, you might really need lotion, so you don’t get sore.”

Listening to Brett’s instructions while watching each other stroking made them all hasten toward climax.

“Brett, I think I’m going to pee!” Tim exclaimed as he tried to stand up.

“No, you’re not! That’s cum you feel, not pee. Stay here and let your cock spew its load.”

The sight of Tim’s watery cumshot set off the other two. Barry’s was a bit thicker in consistency, and Brett’s resembled cream. The younger teens marveled at the amount he produced.

Brett stuck the tip of his index finger in his jizz and licked it off. The others tasted theirs as well.

“Well, what do you think? Is this the best toy you’ve ever had?”

“Yeah!” Barry exclaimed, and Tim nodded.

“It tastes better than I thought,” Tim ventured. “Thanks for teaching us, Brett; this is great!”

“It’s time to take our showers so we get enough sleep to do a couple more things in the morning. Our lesson is almost complete. We should all shower together, so you get used to that.”

Tim and Barry didn’t go right to bed. Probably Brett didn’t either, but he was in his own room with the door shut. Tim had left his door open, and they were sitting on his double bed reviewing their recent lesson. They didn’t spend much time on the vocabulary, but they wanted to experience the feeling of orgasm again.

This time, they put one of their towels between them and reached out to touch one another. Tim was fascinated by Barry’s foreskin and Barry wanted to feel Tim’s cut cock. They went slowly as Brett had taught them. It was difficult not to speed up, but they did want to make the feeling last.

Their second climax was powerful but nearly dry. Just as they were gasping in ecstasy, Brett came through the open doorway.

“Hey, if you do that too much, you’ll go blind!”

Both boys reacted with a look of terror.

“Sorry, just kidding. They used to tell that to boys a hundred years ago or so to keep them from playing with themselves.”

“Um, did we use it all up, though?” Tim asked.

“Nope, it will keep producing. If you used it all up the first time, there’d never be another kid born in a family. Probably, there’d never be any kids at all because most guys do this a lot. Anyway, this should help tame your dicks.”

“Thank God for that!” Tim sighed in relief. “I think I’m gonna be spilling a bunch of it.”

The boys slept nude.

When Brett came to check on them in the morning, he could see two prominent tent poles holding up the sheet.

“I see you’re both UP this morning,” he joked.

“Yeah,” Tim said. “I thought you told us that jacking off would help our problem.”

“It will, but most of us wake up with morning wood. It just means that our bodies have been doing a systems check while we’re sleeping. It looks like both of you passed the test. I have something else that should help when it comes to being naked around other guys. We’ll spend the day without getting dressed. After a while, you kind of get used to it and you won’t spring a boner every time you have to take off your clothes.

“Another thing some guys do is distract their minds by thinking of something they hate, like multiplying numbers in their heads or repeating some poem they were forced to memorize or picturing an especially ugly girl.”

At some point while eating breakfast, Tim realized he’d gone soft. He checked Barry out and saw that he had too. Unlike the younger teens, Brett hadn’t had an erection at all that morning. Obviously, he knew how to tame his cock.

After breakfast, Brett got out an X-rated porn magazine which he kept hidden in his closet. It showed pictures of couples having intercourse, as he called it. The boys knew that meant fucking. There were lots of positions and varieties of actors, including a man with two women and two men with one. Some were doing 69 in various combinations. Several of these included closeups. All three of the guys reacted to them with cocks so hard they could have pierced armor.

“Could we check to see if we’ve made more sperms while we slept?” Barry asked, hoping he wouldn’t offend anyone.

“That’s a great idea. Do you want to use a different method?”

“Would you be okay if we got close together like we did last night, only this time we stroke each other?” Tim wondered. “We could trade off, so we’d have equal time with everybody else.”

“You have a dirty mind, Li’l Bro!”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll be good.”

“No, I’m teasing. I love your idea. We just need to keep this completely to ourselves and not let anyone else ever know. I’m sure someone would call us queer if they found out. That could mess up things a lot in this little town!”

It was a thrill! Brett had been curious about doing something like this with another boy but had been afraid it would ruin his reputation. Now his curiosity was satisfied. It was fun, but nothing like getting a girl to suck your dick in return for licking her clit.

The other two were hooked on doing it again. At this point, they couldn’t imagine doing it with a girl.

After lunch, they climbed into the car and went to the park to play Frisbee. Some of their peers from school joined them and all had a great time. Tim and Barry smiled at each other a lot, realizing that they knew things many of their peers didn’t. It made them feel confident and grown up.

That evening, they had supper with the neighbors, as their mothers had prearranged. Jenny Brown had raised two boys of her own, and she assumed all males would starve if left to fend for themselves. Her home cooking was delicious. The boys thanked her profusely and offered to clean up the kitchen after they’d eaten. She insisted that they go home and have fun. That’s what they did.

Tim thought they needed more practice being nude together. No one objected, so they played War again. Brett joked that they should have to put an article of clothing on for every time they lost, but the other two didn’t take him seriously.

While showering, Barry asked Tim if he thought they should jack off again to see if they were doing it right. Tim felt it might be fun to try something a little different, so they ended up rubbing their bodies together until they came between them. Fortunately, the water flowing over their bodies kept them from having a mess to clean up. They were bound to practice this again.

Their mothers arrived back home just before lunchtime. They had brought hamburgers and fries from McDonald’s. The boys dug in with healthy appetites.

“Well, did you have a good time without your old moms?” Brenda asked.

“It was great, but we did miss you,” Brett responded.

“That’s good. Perhaps the three of you would enjoy going fishing or camping or something. It’s good to do things with people your own age.”

“Yeah, it is!” Barry agreed. “There’s nothing like doing stuff with good buddies.”

End

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