Chapter 24: Learning to Masturbate

Despite getting raped and being molested by bullies, I was still dumb as shit when it came to sex. Puberty did not come with an instruction manual. It took my stepbrother’s intervention to enlighten me. It happened the day I was in my room working on a Revell plastic model of a German Junkers JU 87 or Stuka dive-bomber.

Suddenly Marty, my fourteen-year-old stepbrother, barged through my door and said, “Dennis, yah gotta come with me and see what I discovered. It’s wicked cool.”

Marty was not much on details and with him, everything was a cryptic rush. Marty never let me forget that since he was three months and two days older than I was, he held the rank of “Big” Brother.

I followed him upstairs into the vast attic of our 1890 Victorian parsonage. Marty led me to our favorite hiding place where twin dormers created a room like space. Stacks of boxes and items of antique furniture created a wall and hid the view of the inside of the dormer from the main attic.

It was our unofficial clubhouse and a sanctuary from my mother’s drunken rages. Sometimes we used it as a refuge from household chores. It was also the place we would go to sneak a cigarette.

It was relatively Spartan as far as clubhouses go: dry, dirty, and dusty with unfinished planks serving as a floor. Two filthy windows provided light dimmed by layers of dust and grime. An old surplus steel army cot sat in one corner. A thin grungy mattress covered the rusty metal bed, which served as our game table and sofa. Shadows, cobwebs, and spiders occupied the remainder of the space.

Without a warning or word of explanation, Marty dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear as he flopped down on the mattress. He was naked from his waist to his toes.

The only other time I had seen Marty’s penis was when we were hiking in the woods. When we needed to take a piss, we would have a contest to see who could throw a stream of urine the greatest distance. He usually won but no one was keeping score.

Today, his sudden display of nudity took me by surprise and I joked, “What’s going on? Have you just discovered you have a prick and want to do a show-and-tell?”

“Nope, I’ve just discovered how to use it for something besides taking a piss. Now, shut up, take a seat, and watch. You might learn something.”

I sat down on the edge of the mattress, lit a cigarette, and observed as Marty began to stroke his limp dick. Within a few minutes, it stiffened and rose. After several more minutes, it stood at full measure. I had to admit it - I was impressed. Besides my own, I had only seen an erect penis once before and that was when my babysitter raped me.

His stroking increased to a furious pace. Suddenly he let out a loud groan as his body stiffened and his hips rose up from the mattress while he ejaculated four or five pulsating streams of thick, white fluid which arched a few feet into the air before splattering down at the far end of the mattress.