The Talk


My parents were killed when I was eleven years old and my Dad’s youngest brother, my Uncle Gary, adopted me. He sold his home and moved into our family’s house, figuring I’d been through enough trauma and that it would be easier on me as an only child to stay in familiar surroundings, keep my friends, and not have to change schools. There were papers for both of us to sign to make the adoption official and, afterwards, Uncle Gary explained to me that even though I was now legally his son, I could continue to call him Uncle Gary and I didn’t have to call him “dad.” “Hell,” he said, “you can even drop the ‘uncle’ and just call me “Gary’.” I liked that idea.

Gary worked on weekdays and got home later than I did from school. That was okay; I was old enough to be alone until he got in from work. Most days I’d do my homework to get that out of the way so the evening hours would be free. At 27, Gary was young enough to want to do things in the evenings so the two of us would often eat dinner out and then go to a movie or sometimes some sports event. Other times we’d just stay home and watch something on TV or rent a video we’d both been wanting to see. On weekends we’d often go on some excursion, ranging from amusement parks to shopping at the mall.

We’d always had a great relationship and so living together was easy for both of us. Gary was single and dated once in a while, but he didn’t have a serious relationship. I palled around with a few friends and was involved in several school activities, but for the most part Gary and I spent a lot of time together and that was fine for both of us. After a few months we had gotten into something of a routine.

One Friday night at the beginning of a three-day weekend (Monday was a holiday) we had watched a video and then we both went to our rooms to get ready for bed. We’d decided not to do anything special that weekend but just to relax and enjoy our three days off from work and school. I was in my pajamas but before I turned off the lights and climbed in, Gary, dressed in his bathrobe, came to my room and kind of quietly said “I have to ask you something.”

“Sure,” I replied, “what is it?”

“It’s kind of personal,” he answered, “and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Let’s sit on the bed.”

So we both got onto my bed, on top of the bedspread, and sat facing each other. Gary started talking, saying that he’d gotten a phone call from my school.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, thinking that maybe I had broken some rule but not having any idea what it could be.

“Oh everything’s fine,” Gary replied, “In fact your teacher had nothing but great things to say about you. You know I’ve been really proud of how well you do in school, so keep up the good work.”

“Then why did you get called?” I asked. I had no idea what was going on.

“Well, it’s like this” Gary said with a little hesitation in his voice. “I guess the school is calling everyone’s parents and in your case that happens to be me. See, you’re at the age now when parents need to teach their kids about certain grown-up things, and the school is reminding us to do that. I guess the first thing I need to know is if your Dad talked to you before he died about the birds and the bees?”

The question made no sense to me. So I told him no, my Dad hadn’t ever spoken to me about birds and bees, and what did they have to do with anything?

“Oh hell,” was Gary’s reply, “here I am beating around the bush. Birds and bees don’t have anything to do with anything but that’s what people call it when they talk to their kids about sex. Did your Dad ever talk to you about that?”

Well, no, he hadn’t. Sex was something my friends and I often talked about but we were more curious than knowledgeable. Sometimes someone would say something that seemed utterly gross or impossible, swearing it was true, and for the rest of us that just led to more curiosity. Also, at our age, boys only talked about sex with other boys and I guess girls did the same with other girls so all of us were only getting half the full story. If someone was now going to tell me about sex, I was ready to listen and, honestly, I felt glad it was Gary doing the telling and not my Dad. Gary was more like a friend than a father, and I figured I’d be able to ask him about some of the things I’d heard.

And I told him all of that.

“Wow,” he said, “this might be easier than I thought it would be. Okay, let’s get to it. Has your body started to change? Are you noticing new things?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I asked him point-blank what kind of changes and new things were supposed to happen to my body.

He looked me straight in the eye and answered, “You’re at a time of life when you’re going to change from being a boy into becoming a man. This time is called ‘puberty’ and it causes really noticeable things to happen to you. You’ll start to grow hair, for example, in places where you never had hair before. There’ll be other physical changes, too, especially between your legs.”

Bingo! Now I was certain I was glad it was Gary, and not my Dad, talking to me. I never could have said to my Dad what came out of my mouth next.

“You mean my dick and nuts.”

He broke into a grin and answered me. “The proper terms are penis and testicles, and your testicles are inside your scrotum – also known as your ball sac.”

Now we were getting somewhere. This was the most straightforward and understandable conversation about sex I’d ever had, and we were just starting.

“Some of your new hair will be sprouting out there,” he said as he pointed toward my crotch, “and inside your armpits, maybe on your chest and belly, on your legs, and of course on your face – those will be called whiskers. While that’s going on, your dick and nuts will start to get bigger and your nipples will probably get darker and a little more sensitive.”

I was glad I was being told what to expect because otherwise I’d probably think something abnormal was happening. I was really comfortable talking to Gary and decided to ask about something that always puzzled me.

“My dick already gets bigger sometimes,” I began. “And hard. And it stands straight up. I don’t know why that happens.”

“That’s not what I meant by ‘bigger’. That’s called a hardon – I mean, an erection. It’s what happens when blood goes into the penis and makes it hard and erect. By ‘bigger’ I’m talking about your dick’s length and thickness. You’ve seen a grown-up dick, haven’t you?”

I had to answer that I hadn’t. I’d never been in a locker room with adults, I’d never seen any porn, and I was always too embarrassed, maybe shy, to try to look at someone else in a public restroom.

Gary kind of sighed at that and shifted his position on the bed a little. “If you want, I’ll show you mine. Maybe being naked would help explain some things better than trying to describe them to you. Maybe we should both get naked, if it wouldn’t bother you.”

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, to be naked with the person who was talking to me about sex. I agreed and stood to take off my pajamas. I didn’t mind Gary seeing me that way at all.

He stood and took off his bathrobe. He had nothing on underneath.

The sight of his naked body thrilled me, not just because the mere sight of it seemed to all of a sudden answer a lot of questions that more than once had crossed my mind, but also because I had never before been totally naked with another person. I felt like I was crossing some sort of milestone in my life.

“So, what do you think?” Gary asked.

Now I knew what he meant about longer and thicker. His soft dick hung a good distance off his body and was at least five times bigger around than mine was even when it got hard. His nuts looked huge to me, too. And I saw the bush of hair he said would start growing on me down there. My eyes continued to survey him from his head to his toes. His nipples stood out off his chest and were surrounded by dark circles at least the size of quarters. His body hair started above the nipples in a kind of light pattern down to his stomach. Then there was a thin line of hair that ran from below his bellybutton down to his triangular-shaped bush.

I’d been silent for a while, taking it all in, then blurted out, “Does yours get hard too?”

Gary laughed. “Sure it does. Everyone’s does, it’s normal. Maybe I can show you that, too. But first, we haven’t even talked about girls yet.”

Still naked, we both sat on the bed again. Gary started by telling me about female anatomy, more than once saying “instead of this” as he touched one of his own body parts.

We talked back and forth. He explained about sperms and eggs, about breast milk, about female monthly periods, about orgasms, about pregnancy and birth. To illustrate when he was on the subject of sperm production and nocturnal emissions, he lifted his dick with one hand and cupped his nuts toward me with the other. I don’t think there was a single time when he didn’t use both proper terms and slang expressions so I’d have a complete vocabulary. I’d interrupt him with questions; he’d answer me and then get back to what he’d been saying. He drew this part of our discussion to a close by asking me if there was anything else I wanted to learn.

I answered him honestly. “If you’re willing to show me, I’d like to see you get hard and make that sperm come out of you.”

He didn’t hesitate for an instant. He laid himself flat on the bed and started stroking his dick. I watched in amazement as it about doubled in size. His nuts bounced up and down except when he’d fondle them with his other hand. Sometimes he’d alternate hands, sometimes he’d run one over his chest, all the while continuing to stroke. Eventually he shut his eyes and kind of rolled his head back on the bed. Then his legs kind of stiffened and he told me it was about to happen. I laid down beside him, at about his waist level, to get a good view.

He didn’t disappoint me. I saw him shoot his creamy liquid up onto his chest, and more onto his stomach. Still more had hit his hand and looked slippery as it coated his dick. I noticed his balls were pulled up tight to his body, unlike how before they hung loose, low, and away from it. He took deep gasps of air as he shot. An odor I’d never smelled before seemed to fill the whole room.

“Whew!” he said when he was finally finished. He let go of his dick and moved his head to look in my direction, smiling. “Is that what you wanted to see?”

I nodded in agreement. I hesitated with my next question but then bravely asked, “Can I touch it?”

“Sure” he answered and scooped some onto his own finger. I did the same and tentatively moved it toward my face for closer inspection. From my eyes I moved it to my nose. Then Gary said, “Go ahead and taste it if you want to.”

I was curious but wasn’t sure if I should do it. Gary showed me the way by sticking his own finger into his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. So then I tried it and found that it wasn’t all that bad.

Gary got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself. He came back into my room, still naked, and told me that I’d better get to sleep. “It’s been quite a night,” he said, “and there’s still more I want to tell you, but we’ll save that for tomorrow. Same time, same place.”

I got back into my pajamas as he put on his bathrobe. We said goodnight to each other and he headed toward his room. I turned off the light and got under the covers, my mind full of what I’d learned and what I’d seen. So many questions had now been answered, but one remained: what more is coming tomorrow night?

To be continued…

 

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