John and Sarah

I went to school in the 1950s and early 60s and I hated every minute of it. There were only a few subjects that I could relate to and a lot that I couldn't. I liked maths and English, science and woodworking and that was it. I hated sports of any kind, especially football which seemed to be the worst for bringing out that competitive edge. I dislike all forms of competitiveness.

I was also bullied at school. Not because I was puny and weak, I was quite tall for my age and with good strength and agility. I knew that I could have whopped the bullies at any time but I couldn't bring myself to hurt someone so I just let them think that they were superior to me, it didn't bother me at all and I was secretly laughing at their stupidity.

Amidst all this I had always liked to be in the company of girls. I didn't resonate at all with the things that boys liked which usually involved having to assert themselves over other boys, competitiveness again. Girls were far nicer to talk to and they liked some things that I liked as well. I have a brother 8 years younger than me but no sisters. I knew that girls were somehow different from boys without clothes but I had no idea how they were different. That was something that niggled at me for many years. I never plucked up the courage to ask any of my friends to let me see them naked. I had learned somehow that a girl has a hole where a boy has a penis and I imagined it to be a round hole a bit like a belly button but deeper. I carried that image around with me until I became a teenager.

I had also found very early that when I was in the company of girls which I loved to be, my penis would be hard and start pushing uncomfortably against my trousers, but I had never tried to touch it when it was in that state because I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that it was happening. It also happened when I was alone but thinking about girls and wondering just what they really did look like 'down there'. Sometimes I would start to stroke it and move the foreskin up and down. I'm not circumcised and it's very easy for me to do that and it feels wonderful. During these sessions however I never managed to get an orgasm and I had no idea that such a thing existed.

Among my female friends was a girl the same age as me who I got on well with and loved very much, her name was Sarah. We had dared to talk to each other about the forbidden subject of sex but only when we were sure that no one else was within miles of us. One day we were alone at my house and I knew that my mother was at work and wouldn't be home for hours. My dad had died when I was about 10 years old because of complications from an old war wound. Sarah and I had lots of time and my heart was beating rapidly and it was difficult to breath. I was hard as always when I am with Sarah or any of my female friends and it was obvious, Sarah was looking at my hardness through my trousers and her face was a lovely shade of red. Dare I ask her if she wanted to see me naked? We were sitting on a sofa in the living room and I knew that my face must be red as well. I got up to try to adjust my position to be more comfortable with the tent pole between my legs, and Sarah must have though that I was about to leave the room because she suddenly blurted out, 'John will you let me see you down there'? Pointing at my erection.

Within seconds we were in my bedroom and I was thinking that my chest was going to burst with the way my heart was pounding. We closed the door and locked it with a key that only I had, even though we knew that there wouldn't be anyone home for ages. It was no use trying to say anything because I was beyond the ability to speak but I did sit down on the bed next to Sarah and gently kissed her lips. I kicked off my shoes and then stood up and quickly pulled down my trousers and underpants and my throbbing rod sprang free. Sarah gasped loudly and it made me wonder if she had ever seen a boy naked before. She has a brother but he was a lot older than she was so maybe she had never seen him or any other male.

Strange feelings were surging through me and I revelled in the sight of a beautiful girl looking at me there, for Sarah was and is truly beautiful. I started to move my hand up and down and slide the foreskin as far down as was comfortable and then back up again. Sarah giggled and I felt something stir within me. It was something I hadn't felt before. I kept on stoking with my hand and the feeling was getting stronger so I stopped my movements. It was like a tingling that was getting stronger with each slide of my hand but when I stopped it went away. Sarah said 'oh, John, don't stop, let it come.' I didn't know what she meant. She reached over and placed her lovely fingers where mine had been and started that delicious movement again. Almost immediately the feeling returned and this time I didn't want it to stop, it was the most beautiful feeling I had ever known and it was getting more powerful with each thrust of Sarah's hand. Suddenly it was almost too much to bear and I cried out with absolute pleasure. I saw a jet of white cream shoot out the end of my penis and then another and another, each one splashing down on Sarah's thighs. Then it was ebbing but I didn't want it to stop. Sarah must have known because she kept rubbing faster and faster.

Now the feeling had gone and I gently reached out and lifted Sarah's hand away. I flopped down on the bed for I had been standing all the time it was happening. Sarah was still gazing at me and she giggled again as she watched my willy shrinking until it was small and lying along my thigh. 'What was that'? I asked her. She looked quizzical. 'Don't you know'? she said. I shook my head. If it had been anyone else standing there at that time, even one of my other female friends, I would have been acutely embarrassed but not with Sarah, we knew each other so well and genuinely cared for each other that I knew there was no trace of anything but love in her heart for me. She explained that it was called an orgasm and it was the climax of sex. I asked her how she knew so much about it and she shyly admitted that she had been having orgasms for a few years now.

What a day this had been. I had discovered so much. Now I knew what an orgasm was and that girls have them too, and even that my beloved friend had been having them. But I still didn't know what a girl looked like 'down there' because Sarah was still fully clothed. Some time had passed and I was aware that my willy was filling up again and going hard. Sarah giggled again as she watched. Oh that lovely, girly giggle, it made me sooo hard again and we still had a couple of hours before my mum would be back.

To be continued.