Sex Education
My name is John Boy, well it's John, but everyone calls me John Boy for some weird reason best known to everyone else. I was 18 years of age. The day had dawned on the anniversary of my birth, and after my mother had clasped me to her more than ample bosom, had cried into my shoulder and told me that her baby boy was now a man and needed to experience life as one.
She and dad had arranged for me to get some life lessons that night with the local hooker. She would get my virginity, and I would get lessons in sex, and all paid for by Mom and Dad.
Well, I couldn't tell her that I'd lost that years ago with little Sheryl Mae, when we was 12 or something. We didn't know nothin' about what we was doing, but we both learned pretty darn quick I tell you, and we practised nearly every afternoon when we was on the way home from school.
Her family moved away so her dad could get work, and I never saw Sheryl Mae again, but it was a tearful farewell, and we fucked like rabbits that last night we was together. How I never knocked her up, I'll never know, because we didn't know nothin' about French letters and rhythm sex or anythin' like that. We just banged away and Sheryl Mae would be yelling at me to 'fuck me harder, harder,' till I blew my balls and then she would shake and shudder sort of and lift her hips up so high pushing me up in the air till she sort of collapsed and hold me in her with her legs wrapped round me like one of them python things we would find and catch and take home for the dogs' supper.
Dad had already left for work, so I wouldn't see him till that night.
I've got a sister too, Katie, she's 2 years younger than me. I don't know why she was called that; she was the only one of us that had only one name. Katie is beautiful, and if'n I wasn't her brother, I'd have had her in my bed every night.
Mom's family, well they was gone. Left the state, none of us knew where, but Dad's Momma, my Granny, lived a couple of doors down from our house. She was good lookin' too for a granny, almost as good lookin' as some of them girls from high school. Grandpa, well he wasn't around anymore. Took off after some young thing about 10 years ago, and when he came back, Granny belted him a couple of times and called him some terrible names and he took off again. We haven't seen him since, which Granny reckons is a good thing.
I left for school and not much happened there, except that my best friend Joe, clapped me on the back and congratulated me on making it to 18 and surviving life's challenges such as high school and fighting with Billy Bob, who mistakenly thought I was chasing his girl Mary Jo.
She had corralled me in the school library, rubbed my pants and got me a boner, and then run off laughing and saying what a little boy I was, nothing like her man Billy Bob. She told Billy Bob something different but, because he came gunning for me after school and threatenin' to knock my head off if I went near Mary Jo again. I was able to pacify Billy Bob and after I told him what she had done, he belted me one and told me not to go anywhere near her again, or he'd finish what he'd just started.
Well, I can tell you, I had no plans doing that, no siree, and I steered clear of them both except when we were in the same class which wasn't often, but enough to keep well away from the bitch. She and her girlfriends laughed at me and called me 'Johnny little' after that till one day Katie told them that she'd seen my pecker, and it was longer, thicker, and nicer looking that that weenie thing Billy Bob had. That shut the bitches up, and Katie and I were closer than ever after that. What she'd said was good for gettin' girls up to Moonie's Pond on a Friday or Saturday night romp in the back seat of my truck, and none of them seemed to have any problem.
Anway, Dad came home and came down to the wood pile, where I was sawin' some logs for the fire, and he patted me on the back and shocked the livin' shit out of me by saying, "Here's $40. Go down to the corner of Main and First and knock on the door. Tell whoever opens it, 'Ray sent you'. Ask for Leslie. Leslie will take you inside and teach you all about sexin' up wimmen. That there $40 is enough for 4 lessons and if you learn quick, the fifth is on the house.
Well, I tell ya', I couldn't wait for night to come. I never told Dad that I'd been sexin' it up since I was 12, he still thought of me as innocent, and of course I'd never been in a knockin' shop before either, so I s'pose I was, sort of.
Anyway, I headed off after supper, the $40 tryin' to burn a hole in my pocket, and as I went past granny's house, she called to me, "Hey John Boy, where you off to?"
"Oh hi, Granny, I'm going down to the knockin' shop to get some learnin' about sex and all that stuff. Daddy gave me $40 to pay for some lessons with Leslie. He told me that if I do good, I get 4 lessons, and the fifth one is free."
