Those taking their First Strides towards Manhood
Fantasy equal: Hebe
I suppose all of you have some recollection from your childhood when you realized you were not quite what your family and society expected of you. Where most boys at first thought yuck of girls and only later on yum, you today still think yuck of their bits and bobs.
As I think back, my first alarm went off when I was about nine years old. I can remember I was at a friend’s house when we walked passed the TV, which was showing a sex scene from some soapy or movie. My friend asked me whether that makes me excited. My response was "No, but I like it when guys wrestle." Little did I know the true meaning of that statement at that time and I think the same can be said about my friend. Only several years back I realized that must have been the first indication of me being gay.
That friend moved the year after I unknowingly out’ed myself of my innocent sexuality, but I gained a new friend that same year; the son of our new neighbours. We were placed in the same class. He was the class giant and hit puberty way ahead the rest of us. In the senior years of primary school his body was already covered in hair; a mat of blond hair (which matched his golden crown) covered his arms, legs and chest and I was fortunate enough to know his armpits and pubic area were garlanded in coarser, darker hair.
He was blessed with a swimming pool at his house, which is where we spent endless summer afternoons. It is during these times where I as well could see and marvel at the changes his body was going through; the hair and the ever increasing muscle. We frequently had sleepovers as well, which made for the typical, yet wonderful moments of male bonding amongst young friends. His dad had told him of the birds and the bees way ahead of mine, heck my parents ‘told’ me using an audio tape. He passed the knowledge from his father onto me. I was told how a man inserts his penis into the woman’s vagina, and through some vigorous rubbing the man releases his seeds, which could be the beginnings of the making of a baby... you know the drill. He did something then I would always be grateful for; he showed me his blade!
Unfortunately that was long ago and I can’t remember the exact details of how we got to comparing blades. That does not matter however. What will stay engraved in my mind is...
That his blade was very thick, thicker than mine, where I had a slightly longer blade. At that stage his blade was garlanded in way more hair than mine. He also had massive balls, which was also larger than mine. What opted for much discussion, I remember, was the most evident difference between our blades; his was circumcised where mine wasn’t. The difference intrigued the both of us, I’d say (my feelings were stronger, most likely, so lets say I was enthralled), for he had no idea that it comes with foreskin and that his had been removed. He must have talked to his dad about it, since I can remember him stating later on that in South Africa, all boys get circumcised as according to him (his dad) it is tradition and more hygienic.
He also then dropped a very valuable piece of information; you do need a lady (or a man in certain cases) to experience the wonders of sex. You can perform it yourself. That night, of course, I tried what he described and was literally blown away by the brand new sensation my swollen and extended blade provided. My friend was lying next to me on his bed, where I was down below on a mattress. He noticed then what I had done and asked me to show him what came out of me. He switched on his bedside lamp and I showed him my cupped hand containing the little nectar I had produced. I later on realized he had never fully completed the ritual himself then, hence asking me how it looks like. I think he told me he was afraid that doing it would decrease the size of his balls. The more one does it, the more your balls will shrink. He felt a bit ashamed though and later on tried to fool me with a cupped hand of spit instead. I wasn’t fooled. It wasn’t the same as mine and he had to admit he faked it, so to speak.
Unfortunately I never witnessed (or have no recollection of) him ever showing me his true nectar. I do remember seeing glimpses of his extended blade a few times, however. He had a glorious blade and like any child with a brand new toy that is better than his friend’s, he had to show it off. I can recall two accounts of seeing his extended blade; during a game of ‘donker kamertjie’, which is what we call a game of hide and seek at night in a single room here in South Africa. He groped and wrung his blade whilst standing at the edge of a window, knowing all too well I can see its silhouette from the moonlight passing through. The other account happened whilst playing tv games; he took a crushed orange, whipped out his blade, and let the pacman shaped orange playfully gnaw at his blade. It was hilarious.
We grew out of our generic boyish interests and went on different paths during our senior years of primary school. We were separated into different classes, he started playing rugby and I hockey and both of us made new friends. Unfortunately we grew apart, never to go to the next level of our friendship. It was a blessing however, since today I hear he is happily engaged to his future wife. I can only imagine the consequences of making a move on a straight guy.
This is my story of my first sexual encounters. I would love if a reader out there, if there are any of you, would send me yours. Some input to post on this blog would be greatly appreciated. You can mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The fantasy connection of this collection is Hebe, the ancient Greek goddess of youth. The interesting bit from the quote below is that she became the bride of Herakles (Hercules). Lucky girl!
"HEBE was the goddess of youth and the cupbearer of the gods who served ambrosia at the heavenly feast. She was also the patron goddess of the young bride and an attendant of the goddess Aphrodite. Herakles received Hebe in marriage upon his ascension to Olympos, a wedding which reconciled the hero with Hebe's mother Hera."