Chapter Twenty-three: Learning to Masturbate
Despite getting raped and being molested by bullies, I was still clueless when it came to sex. Puberty did not come with an instruction manual. It took my stepbrother’s intervention to enlighten me. It happened the day I was in my room working on a Revell plastic model of a German Junkers JU 87 or Stuka dive-bomber.
Suddenly Marty, my 14-year-old stepbrother, barged through my door and said, "Dennis, Yah gotta come with me and see what I discovered. It's wicked cool."
Marty was not much on details, and with him, everything was a cryptic rush. Marty never let me forget that since he was three months and two days older than I was; he held the rank of "Big" Brother.
I followed him upstairs into the vast attic of our 1890 Victorian parsonage. Marty led me to our favorite hiding place where twin dormers created a room like space. Stacks of boxes and items of antique furniture created a wall and hid the view of the inside of the dormer from the main attic.
It was our unofficial 'Clubhouse' and a sanctuary from my mother's drunken rages. Sometimes we used it as a refuge from household chores. It was also the place we would go to sneak a cigarette.
It was relatively Spartan as far as Clubhouses go: Dry, dirty, and dusty with unfinished planks serving as a floor. Two filthy windows provided light dimmed by layers of dust and grime. An old surplus steel army cot sat in one corner. A thin grungy mattress covers the rusty metal bed, which serves as our game table and sofa. Shadows, cobwebs, and spiders occupy the remainder of the space.
Without a warning or word of explanation, Marty dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear as he flopped down on the mattress. He was naked from his waist to his toes.
The only other time I had seen Marty’s penis was when we were hiking in the woods. When we needed to take a piss, we would have a contest to see who could throw a stream of urine the greatest distance. He usually won, but no one was keeping score.
Today, his sudden display of nudity took me by surprise, and I joked, "What's going on? Have you just discovered you have a prick and want to do a show and tell?"
"Nope, I’ve just discovered how to use it for something besides taking a piss. Now, shut up, take a seat and watch. You might learn something."
I sat down on the edge of the mattress, lit a cigarette and observed as Marty began to stroke his limp dick. Within a few minutes, it stiffened and rose. After several more minutes, it stood at full measure. I had to admit it - I was impressed. Besides my own, I had only seen an erect penis once before, and that was when my babysitter raped me.
His stroking increased to a furious pace. Suddenly he let out a loud groan as his body stiffened and his hips rose up from the mattress while he ejaculated four or five pulsating streams of thick white fluid, which arched a few feet into the air before splattering down at the far end of the mattress.
Startled, I jumped back and in surprise and yelled, "What the hell?!"
He laughed as he used his underwear to clean himself. Pulling up his pants he explained, "It's called cum, and this is what happens when you rub your dick long enough. This is one of the gifts the puberty fairy gives us, and it feels great!"
Without a word of explanation, he jumped up, got dressed, and dashed downstairs saying he needed a shower. I sat in confused silence and pondered the display I had just witnessed.
I went downstairs to my bedroom, closed the door, got naked and lay down on my bed. Taking a deep breath, I began to imitate what I had seen my stepbrother do to in the attic.
I was soft when I began to tug at myself. After several minutes, I began to feel a tingling tickle in my genitals as I gradually changed from flaccid to erect.
As I stroked and tugged at myself, new sensations began to radiate outward from my groin and chest. It felt rather good, like a half-forgotten itch finally scratched. Gradually the pleasant tingling became gentle waves of delight radiating from all points of my body like a kaleidoscope of pleasure. Intense sensations flowed across my body and converged at the center of my groin before echoing back out and across my body.
The ripples of pleasure evolved into towering Tsunami waves of intense euphoria. When each wave broke, I could feel another even taller one rise in its place and race across me in all directions. Each wave of pleasure converged at my groin and then re-radiated outward. The sensations were incredible, and I rubbed myself faster and faster. The intensity of pleasure increased at a geometric rate.
Suddenly the bright glow of pleasure sweeping my body became a firestorm of extreme and utter delight. I arched my back and thrust myself upwards as the tingling in my groin roared across my body. Endorphins flooded my brain and new connections formed as I exploded in mind-numbing orgasm, which left me exhausted and gasping for breath.
Puberty meets boy and introduces the kid to masturbation: Boy has a new best friend for life. From that day forward, life would never be the same.