The day came for each of them. They all knew it would come, but still it was always a shock. The mother was usually the happy one sending her boy off to become the kind of man she always intuitively knew he would be. The fathers less happy. Their dreams of sons emerging as manly men disappeared in that long trek to Smith's Prep School.
It was no more or no less true for Stephen Talbot. The day came and it was time to embrace his true self. Everyone he knew told him so. The life of a heterosexual was not for him. Girls of all sizes and shapes tempted him, his mother prearranged dozens of dates but at 19, one year into the legal age for mating, he was still a virgin.
Stephen's father took him to a professional one night, but it was a waste of money. The poor girl wasn't even able to get Stephen's penis to wink. It was a long, sad ride back home for his father, and Stephen felt sorry more for his dad than himself. So his father made the decision. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine.
"Son," he said and looked at Stephen, "I think it's time you went to the Prep School. You aren't getting any younger, and soon you'll have to start a life of your own. You've got no particular skills. We may not be able to afford the university, but we cam spring for the Prep School. That way," he said placing his hand lovingly on his son's arm. "You can find a good man with a good job to take care of you. They'll teach you, at the Prep School, how to please a man like that and become his life partner."
That night, his mother knocked on his bedroom door, and without waiting opened it and stuck her head in.
"Hi, baby. Mind if I pop in?"
"No, come in, Mama." She sat down on the bed next to him. He was propped up against the head board reading a book of poetry. She didn't speak right off, but gazed into his eyes, smiled and brushed his bangs away from his forehead.
"Guess we won't see each other for quite a while," he said and closed his eyes. He loved it when she brushed her hands through his hair.
"No," she whispered, "but you'll come back to me as soon as possible, right?"
"Of course, Mama." He turned his face and kissed her hand.
"How do you feel?" She asked. "About the Prep School?"
"I suppose it makes sense," he said with a sigh. "I don't feel anything...you know what I mean...for girls. I never have. I'm not sure I feel anything for men either. Maybe I was meant for the priesthood." He laughed at the image.
"Oh, my baby," she said and took his face in her hands. "It'll all work out. You have a good heart." She patted him on the chest. "Good things come to those with good hearts." She leaned in and kissed his forehead.
By noon the next day, he was packed and in the back seat of the car headed for union station. By one-thirty, he was pulling out of the station on a train bound for Lawrence, Kansas. And by late afternoon the next day, he was greeted by an SUV at the Lawrence Depot.
"Mister Talbot," said the handsome middle aged chauffer with a slight British accent, "if you'll make yourself comfortable, I'll load your luggage and we'll be off." Stephen climbed into the passenger side of the large vehicle feeling apprehension for the first time about attending Smith Prep School. He wasn't expecting a chauffer who addressed him as Mister Talbot. Weird.
The ride was longer than Stephen expected, and the country side was heavily wooded and remote looking. The chauffer spoke very little except to point out various geographical points of interest. After a couple of hours, they pulled up to a stone archway and an iron gate just before sunset. The driver pushed an opener button, and the iron gate slowly swung inward. When the SUV pulled into the compound, the gate automatically closed, and they followed a long serpentine driveway through dense trees to a huge old Victorian mansion. Weird. That word kept popping up in Stephen's head.
The chauffer removed the luggage and started up the stone steps to the entry porch. Stephen followed. When they reached the door, the chauffer turned to him and raised his arms indicating his hands were full.
"Would you mind giving the knocker a rap, sir?" Stephen looked at the brass door knocker. It was a large life size and very life like penis and testicles. It hinged from the glans and the round balls knocked against a brass plate. Stephen grinned and shook his head as he took the balls in his hand, raised them up and knocked three times. He couldn't help it; it made him laugh, and he sheepishly looked over at the chauffer. The chauffer half smiled.
The large leaded glass door opened, and an old man stepped aside allowing them to enter.
"Thank you, Sedgwick," the old man said and pointed to the foot of the stairs. "Place the luggage there, if you will. And have a good evening."
"Thank you, sir," Sedgwick said and bowed slightly. "Good night to you, Mister Talbot."
"Good night, Sedgwick. Thanks for the ride." The chauffer returned to his car.
"Mister Talbot, please come into the drawing room." The old man's voice was like gravel. He was short and hunched over, bald and walked with a cane. "Please have a seat." They sat facing each other. The old man had sparkling green eyes, and when he smiled it had a surprising effect on Stephen. His smile was warm, gentle and friendly.
"So my dear Stephen," he said, "my name is Charles Smith. The young men around here, such as you, call me Chuck. I have a unique gift, if you will, an ability that is to find the switch and turn on the light. Excuse my clumsy metaphor. It's all about energy, really." Chuck stood and moved away from the chairs. He held his arms out to his sides; the cane dangled in his hand.
"Dear Stephen, we have an energy body that extends out from our physicality about as far as our arms can reach." He turned from side to side. "It's all around us life a cocoon. It's an electromagnetic force field. Up the center of our body is a cylindrical shaped rod of energy that spins at the speed of light. As the energy radiates outward, it manifests as different bodies. Physical, emotional, causal, etc. It's all the same energy vibrating at different rates. Now!" He threw his arms up and smiled catching his breath.
"When a man becomes sexually aroused, the central cylindrical energy rod bends out and extends into his erect penis." Chuck slapped one hand into the pit of his elbow and made the gesture of an instant erection. His eyes sparkled. It made Stephen smile. He liked the old guy.
"Now when a man has intercourse with a woman, of course that's nature way of procreation, but let's face it, we really do have enough people on dear old Mother Earth. A woman's body is different, of course and when she is penetrated by a man's erect penis and central energy rod, different things happen then when a man is penetrated thusly by another man. We can only get intellectual about men and women copulating, but for the next year, you are here to learn about yourself, a man's needs and how to give and receive those needs with another man. And like your family, I share the hope and dream you will one day find one special man who you can share your life with."
He walked over to a desk and poured a small glass of amber liquid from a crystal flask. He tossed it down with one gulp, cleared his throat and sat down.
"Now, my dear Stephen Talbot, come over here so I can see you up close." Stephen moved closer to the chair.
"Don't be shy," said Chuck. "Let's get familiar with each other. Come right up here next to me." Stephen stepped up to the chair. His knee touched the old man's leg. Chuck reached up and put his hands on Stephen's hips and turned him from side to side. He nodded and made sounds of approval clucking his tongue.
"Lift your shirt for me, dear." Stephen obeyed and raised the front of his shirt showing his hard, flat stomach. Chuck smiled and traced his finger tips over the well-defined abs.
"Take your shirt off, dear boy; nothing to be shy about here. You are a fine looking young man." Stephen stripped the shirt off and laid it across his chair. The old man clapped his hands together and grinned. Weeeeeiiiiird.
"Delightful! You have the body of a swimmer. You are gorgeous, dear Stephen, just gorgeous." He ran his hands over Stephen's bare skin. "Hard, well defined muscles and skin as soft as silk. You couldn't be more handsome." He tugged at Stephen's pants.
"Remove your pants, dear. I'm dying to see the rest of you. Look at this." Chuck parted his coat tails, unzipped his trousers, reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was enormous and very erect. Stephen stepped back aghast. Beyond weird.
"You have just got me sizzling," Chuck said and stuffed it back in his fly. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't startle you. Some times my boner gets the best of me. Now there's a good lesson to remember. Never give your boner the full control. But please go on, dearest Stephen. Show me the rest of your magnificent body."
Stephen was more than a little startled. He wasn't sure he could do this. But Chuck's eyes sparkled, he smiled broadly and Stephen relaxed and relented. He unsnapped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He reached under the waist band of his shorts and pushed them down too. He stood there and stared at Chuck Smith. Chuck's eyes were glue to Stephen's flaccid penis.
"Just beautiful," the old man whispered. "Come back over here next to me." He motioned with his hand. When Stephen reached the chair, Chuck moved his legs to one side aside and patted the corner of the chair. "Put one foot right up here," he said. When Stephen was properly posed, Chuck raised his glasses up and rested them on his forehead. He reached out and gently took Stephen's testicles in his hand. Stephen flinched a little but stood still. He lightly touched his balls savoring that first moment of discovery. The old man smacked his lips.
"You have very nice gonads, dear Stephen. I like how they hang down like this. I'm sure when you climax, they'll shrink right up as if they are in full retreat. I love that." Chuck laughed, squeezed them a little harder and rolled them through his fingers. Stephen had to admit, it did feel good, but still, his penis didn't react. It hung down unimpressively a couple of inches. The head was completely covered with foreskin.
"Very nice," Chuck mumbled. "When you caress a man's balls for the first time, always start with the lightest touch like a soft feather. Let your fingers make love to his testicles. Explore their shape and texture. Close your eyes, dear Stephen." Stephen closed his eyes.
