Preteen Exploration

I was 12, in my first year of secondary School. I was 4’6”, slim build, and twinky look. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and an awakening 5” erect penis – I was just figuring out the joys and pleasures it had to offer, the same as every normal boy. I was always quiet, in a family of 8, quiet was the best option – I didn’t mind – I read, listened to music, played Lego, and met up with my best friend – Mark. He was also 12, we were next door neighbours from the day we were born. 4’9”, slight, brown hair, blue eyes – he was devilishly attractive, with a mischievous glint in his eye, and a smile that would light up Denmark. I never really know when I started to find him attractive – I was always attracted to him, and his smile.
We never spoke about sex. Not until that day at least. Mark and I were playing Lego in my room, and were doing the role-play – having already built our houses, cars and furniture. It was night time in Lego land, and we decided it was best to leave Mr and Mrs Lego rest for a while. “They should have sex”, Mark declares. I look at him a shocked state. “MARK, shut the door – the others will hear”, I demand. “What? Do they never say the S-word?” he asks. “No. Never”, I reply. He snorts, as he reaches into his pocket, and produces 4 small packets. “What are they?” I enquire. “Oh come on”, he retorts. “They’re condoms”, he adds. “What?” I say. “Condoms. You put them on your willy when you have sex. I heard me Da say so – he was giving orders to me Ma to put it on his willy”. As he elaborates, I feel movement down below. I like the idea of this. I don’t know why, but it sounds like it should feel good. “Where you get them” I ask. With a look of obviousness, Mark replies “Where you think?” His father’s supply. I am handed a packet, and told to open it. I take it with shaking hands, and tear the packet open. I pull out the condom, and wonder how on earth one is supposed to wear such a thing while having sex.
I was still a virgin, and really had no interest in sex per se – I was just getting used to the euphoric feeling of jerking off, and the resulting orgasm, obviously.