Continuing with Chapter 6...
"My dad is such a 'dork' sometimes," Billy said as we got back to our room. I think Billy was a little embarrassed that his dad had given the pamphlets to us. He tossed his on his desk.
"Oh, c'mon Billy," I said. "He's just trying to be helpful." I had flopped on my bed and was leafing through "Entering Manhood -- The Years of Change". Billy started to giggle.
"Seeing our stiffies really threw him a curve, didn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I was looking at the section called "Is Masturbation Ever a Good Thing?". I thought that masturbation was *always* a good thing and wanted to find out why the guy who wrote this pamphlet seemed to maybe think otherwise. Billy kept giggling.
"Man, when I saw your stiffy I thought I'd loose it right in front of Dad."
"Well, I told you that I might have one. And I did. So?"
"Yeah, but actually seeing it..."
"Well, I thought you said that you never got one. I guess you were wrong, huh."
"Well, just hearing you talk about it and all made me get one I guess. I mean, knowing that you'd get one made me get one. I was as suprised as my dad, believe me. Honest, Karl, I've never had a stiffy before a paddling."
"I'll bet you do from now on." I said, smiling. We fell silent for a while and I continued reading the pamphlet.
"So, what's it say? What part are you reading? Not about your voice changing and you sprouting pubic hair, I hope." Billy said after a few minutes.
"Nah, I'm reding about jerking off at the moment." I said, looking over at Billy. That caught his interest. He pretended to casually pick up his copy.
"What page? He said.
"Twenty-two," I said. He quickly turned the pages.
"Geeez, they got a picture and all," he said as his interest increased.
"Not a picture. A diagram." I said.
"A diagram of a stiffy," Billy said and giggled.
"Better not giggle, Billy," I said. "Remember what you dad said about giggling."
"Yeah, okay, but I never seen a diagram of a stiffy. They usually just show a dick just hanging there. You know, from the side. You ever seen the book they use for Senior year Health Class?"
"How could I," I said. "I've never seen any of the text books you guys use here." I said. "Beside, what do you need a diagram for when you got the real thing hanging between your legs? I never could figure that out. I mean, sure, a diagram of your muscles or your bones or intestines. You can't see that stuff. But if I need to know what a _c_o_c_k_ looks like, I mean I got one to look at." I said.
"I just figured the diagram of a dick was for the girls maybe," Billy said and giggled again. "They can't look down and see how the..." he looked at the diagram, ..."Prepuce and Shaft and Scrotum and Testes all fit together. And besides, this diagram shows some stuff that you can't see. Like..." he again referred to the diagram, "...the Cowpers gland, Urethra, Prostate and all of that stuff."
"The Cowpers Gland is where some of your 'juice' comes from, it says here." I said.
"Juice??" Billy said and laughed. "You mean your cum?"
"Well, whatever," I said. "The stuff you told me you shoot in the toilet after you take a dump." I said.
"Hey, Karl, I said *sometimes* I do that. Not always. C'mon." Billy said. "Besides I usually jerk-off right here in bed. Like you did the other night."
So, Billy had heard me jerking-off that night. I was pretty sure he had but now I knew.
"You knew?" I said, lowering the pamphlet and looking Billy straight in the eyes.
"Sure," he said matter-of-factly. "I thought you knew I knew that's what you were doing." Billy said. "After all, I told you to let me know the next time you were going to 'do it'. What did you think I meant, idiot?"
"Well," I said, "I guess I was just wondering why you wanted me to let you know, that's all. Did you want to watch me or something? Kind-of difficult to do in the dark, you know." Billy didn't answer that question. He just returned to looking at the diagram on page twenty-two labeled "Erect Penis".
"It's not difficult if you've got a flashlight," Billy said after a minute or so. I pretended not to know what he was referring to.
"Huh?"
"I've seen another guy jerk-off, Karl." Billy said seriously.
"Who?" I said. Our conversation had taken a serious turn and I was getting an erection and it wasn't because I was looking at a diagram of one either.
"TJ," Billy said.
"Who's 'TJ'," I said.
"Oh, I forgot. You haven't met him. He probably my best friend."
"I thought I met all of your friends," I said.
"Not TJ. He's in England for a few weeks. That's where he's from, England." Billy put on an exagerated British accent. "'ello, mate. My name's TJ and I'm frum Cambridge, the best town in the whole of England'." Billy laughed. "That's his accent," he said. "And the way he talks. I tell him that he should say 'the asshole' of England, not 'the whole' of England." Billy laughed again. "You'll meet him when he gets back." Billy smiled and I could tell he was fond of his British friend. "His name is Terrence James Mills-Laughton," Billy said, again with a huge British accent. "So, he just calls himself 'TJ' for short. You know, Terrence James, TJ."
"Yeah I got it the first time. So how come he lives here and in England?"
"His dad teaches at the university." Billy said. [The "university' being Xxxxxx University in the next town to where Billy and his folks lived.] "He and his dad and mom -- or as he says, his "mum" -- live here most of the year but go back to England for a few weeks in the summers." Billy was still smiling. "You'll like him, Karl. He's really cool." Billy fell silent.
"So???," I said after a minute or so. "TJ's who you saw jerk-off, or something?"
"Yeah," Billy said. "TJ's the one."
"So??? C'mon, Billy, tell me about it."
"Well, there's not all that much to tell, I guess. You got to know TJ."
"So what did you bring it up for?" I said.
"Well, okay," Billy said, anxious to tell his story, "I was spending the night at his place once -- about a year ago." he began. "I was using a sleeping bag on his floor. He was in his bed. We were up later than we were suppose to be. You know, screwing around and all." Billy was starting to get a little self-conscious. "Anyway, we were both talking and telling stories and stuff. He suddenly says: 'Think I'll have a little wank.'" Billy giggled. "I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Come to find out a 'wank' is what he calls jerking-off but I didn't know that then. So I says 'fine' and he says: 'Want to watch, then?' And I said 'sure'. So he gets a flashlight and gets on his bed under the covers and he tells me to get under the covers too and to hold the light so I could watch. And he starts jerking-off, right there. I'm holding the flashlight pointed at his stiffy and he's pounding away. Pretty soon he starts breathing hard and humping his butt up off the bed and all and before I know it he's holding my arm real tight and then he shoots a load up on his stomach. Really cool, man. He lies back and says 'Bloody hell, Billy, bloody hell."
"Yeah," I said feeling my own erection creeping down my leg. "That must have been cool."
"Then TJ looks at me a says 'Bloody fantastic'." Billy keeps smiling at the memory. "That's how he talks, 'bloody this' and 'bloody that'. He's so cool, Karl. He just does things like that like it was natural and all."
"So, when does he get back?" I asked.
"From England? I'm not sure. He's supposed to send me a post card." Billy said. "And he will, too. He pretty much does what he says he will. He say, 'I'll post you, Billy."
"And that's the story?" I asked. "That's what you meant about the flashlight?"
"Yeah. Well, pretty much. I just thought it was cool, holding a flashlight and watching him do it and stuff." I sensed that there was more to the 'story' but I said nothing. I was more concerned with the erection that was currently filling the front of my underpants. Billy's story along with the stuff I was reading in the pamphlet really had me hard.
For the next few minutes Billy and I said nothing but just continued reading the pamplet. My erection defalted but I had a plan now.
"Want to play a couple of games before dinner," Billy said about ten minutes later.
"Sure," I said, "if you let me win at least one." And we went to the garage to play ping-pong. And I caught myself looking at Billy's butt everytime he turned around to pick up the ping-pong ball when I missed the table -- which I did fairly often.