Preteen Exploration V2

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.

Mark was also twelve; 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.