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by The Scholar

"Paul? Are you all right, Paul?"

I heard the voice, but for some reason I found I was unable to answer.


There it was again. I still couldn't answer and I wasn't even sure who it was asking me if I was all right.

"Sir, it's Paul, Sir. I think you'd better come over."

I tried to move, but I couldn't. I heard soft footsteps running, getting closer.

"Lay still, Carter," I heard another voice now and I tried to move again.

"Paul, lay still, Mr Benson's here."

Benson - that name was familiar - oh, yes, he was our PE teacher.

"Carter, can you hear me?"

I couldn't answer, so I tried nodding. It must have worked.

"What happened?"

Was he asking me? I couldn't answer if he was.

"He fell, Sir. He was climbing the rope and he fell. Landed on this pile of floor mats."

"At least it was a soft landing."

"Is he okay, Sir?"

"He will be, there appear to be no broken bones."

No broken bones sounded good. I was beginning to get some of my senses back and I recognised the other voice now. It was Simon - my best friend. Or at least, I think it was Simon.

"Come on, Taylor, let's see if we can't get him to his feet."

It was Simon. Good old Simon Taylor.

"Stand back you lot, there's nothing to see, make room for us, come on, get back."

Benson's voice again.

I began to focus and could see faces looking at me as Simon and Benson lifted me gently to a standing position.

"Come on, let's take him over here and sit him down."

I found myself seated on a hard bench at one side of the gym, with Simon sitting beside me, Benson crouching in front of me, looking directly at me as I tried harder to focus.

"You okay, Carter? Can you tell me what happened?"

"I ... I ..." I knew I was trying to speak and it was only with a determined effort that I got out that words. "I fell off the rope, Sir. I felt dizzy suddenly and fell of the rope."

"Looks like you've got some rope burns, too," said Benson. "I think we'd better let the school nurse take a look at you."

He turned away from me and looked at Simon. "Can you take him, Taylor?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, boy. Okay, Carter, you're going to the nurse with Taylor, okay?"

I nodded and was helped to my feet. Before I knew it I was heading through the door of the gym and into the main body of the school, with Simon leading me by the arm towards the nurses room.

"I can't go," I said.


"To the nurse. I can't go."

"You've had a nasty fall and got some rope burns. You were well out of it back there, I don't think you have a choice."

"I can't - believe me, I can't go."


"Can't say, just don't make me go."

I could hear the puzzlement in Simon's voice and he must have picked up the desperation in mine.

"I have to take you, Benson will want to know why, if I don't. Why don't you want to go?"

"Can't say - it's too embarrassing."

"Paul, we've known each other since we were eight-years old. I think you can tell me."

It was true. Simon and I had known each other since we were eight. We had lived next door to one another when my family first moved us to this town. We had grown up together and had very few, if any, secrets from one another. But this was different. This was something I couldn't tell Simon.

"Unless you have a good reason, you're going." I heard him say.

I had to make a decision, but my head hurt and I was feeling sick. In fact, I think I was going to be sick and told him so.

Simon quickly guided me to the boys' lavatory and into a cubicle. I aimed my head towards a toilet bowl and wretched. It made me feel better, but I was still dizzy.

"Okay, now?" asked Simon.

"Give me a minute," I said. I stood, lowered the seat and sat down, placing my head between my hands and took some deep breaths.

"Wait there," said a voice - Simon's voice. I wasn't going anywhere. I heard a tap running and then Simon was back with a handful of soggy paper towels, which he pressed gently against my forehead.

They felt good. Cool, damp and revitalising. I reached up to take them and worked them in a circular motion across my face. I felt better.

"You okay, now?"

I nodded. "Much better, thanks."


"So, what?"

"We still have to go to the nurse."

"No, Simon, I can't - honestly, I can't." I felt the tears welling up and I tried hard to keep them back, but try as I might, they began to fall down my cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry. What is it? What's the problem? Come on, you can tell me. We don't have secrets, do we?"

"I can't, Simon, I just can't." I was sobbing uncontrollably, now and Simon was staring at me with a worried look on his face. Through my tears, I could make out his face, his bright blue eyes boring into me with concern and his blonde hair falling across his face. He was at a loss as to what he should or could do, I could see it in his face, but I couldn't tell him, I just couldn't.

"Hey, come on," Simon's voice rang out in that tiny cubicle. I felt a hand, soft on my face as it wiped at the tears on my cheeks. Simon's hand. Soft and gentle. Simon's hand. Simon's hand. Simon's hand. The tears fell faster, now as Simon's hand caressed away my tears.

"Oh, Simon," was all I heard myself say.

"Paul, you're frightening me. What is it? Please tell me!"

I choked back the tears that were still waiting to fall and took some deep breaths.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," I said.

"Try telling me what happened back there in the gym."

"I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can. It's me - Simon. You can tell me anything, you know that."

I did. I knew I could. I could tell Simon anything about lots of things, but could I tell him about this? If I didn't, I would have to go to the nurse and he'd find out anyway, so I nodded.

"I was climbing the rope," I began. He was looking at me with softness, anxiety in his eyes. Those blue eyes were hypnotic. "I was almost at the top of the rope when I suddenly felt strange. I began to slide down the rope - slide, not climb, like they teach us, too, I felt myself sliding. I had to let go. I felt as though a bolt of electricity had shot straight through me and I felt dizzy, that's when I began to slide and I knew I had to let go. That's what I did. I let go and I fell. I felt sick and I couldn't move. My head was spinning and there were lights, flashing lights like I'd been staring at a light bulb and then found I couldn't stop blinking. It was horrible. I felt sick and then you and Benson were with me and I was going to the nurse and I felt sick again."

I knew I was going too fast, but if I didn't go fast I don't think I would have said it. I could see he didn't understand. I wasn't sure that I did.

"What made you feel dizzy? The electric shock? Where'd that come from?"

"I can't tell you."

"Can't, or won't? Come on, Paul, you've told me this much, where did the electricity come from?"

"Inside me."


I decided to brave it.

"Inside me," I repeated. "It came from down there..." I pointed to the area of my shorts.

"What? You mean you got an electric shock from your dick?"

"Sort of. As I was climbing, I could feel my dick getting bigger as it was rubbing against the rope. I felt strange, really weird. Frightening. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. I was nearly at the top when suddenly it was as though I'd been hit by lightening and I began to slide down the rope. That's when I must have got these burns. I know it hurt and I let go. I had no choice. I had to let go and I can't go to the nurse."


"Because the inside of my shorts is all sticky, Simon, that's why. She might want to know why and I don't know. I think something might have happened to my dick, like it's exploded, or something."

"Let me see."


"Come on, let me see."

Simon's hand was reaching out to my shorts and I stopped him with my own.


"Come, on. If your dick's exploded, let me see. I don't think you'd be sitting there if it had."

I could see the logic in that. I hesitated, but I moved my hand and he reached out again and taking the waistband of my shorts between his fingers he gently began to pull them down.

"Stand up," he said.

I did. He pulled them down to my knees and I didn't dare to look.

"It's still there," he said.

I looked. It was.

"But I know it exploded," I said.

"I think something did. You're right about your shorts being sticky.

They were. The moisture and stickiness of the explosion was there inside my shorts.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"I think you had an orgasm."


"An orgasm. That's when your dick gets excited and it gets bigger and this white sticky stuff comes out of the end. I think you've had your first orgasm, your first sexual experience at the top of a rope in gym class." Simon was smiling, almost laughing. I didn't laugh.

"But, I can't have. It's never happened before."

"It has now. I had one a few weeks back."

"You never said."

"Of course I never. I didn't know what to say. I asked my dad about it and he told me what had happened, something to do with getting older - puberty, he called it."

"But why didn't you tell me? I thought we had no secrets."

"Dunno. Guess I was frightened like you."

"Where were you when it happened? Did it hurt?"

"I was in bed at home, trying to sleep. It was really hot night and I couldn't get to sleep. I just turned over and over trying to get comfortable and my dick started to get bigger. I was frightened, at first, but suddenly I felt this enormous power and I put my hand on my dick, right at the tip and this sticky stuff came out of it."

"Wow!" It was all I could say.

"After that, I was a bit afraid. I mean, it was quite a mess and I was frightened of what had happened. I shouted for my Dad and he came upstairs and I told him what happened. He was great. He said it was natural and that it would happen a lot."

"Oh, god, no!" I cried. "I don't think I can go through that again."

"No, listen. You can control it, honest. I can, anyway. You've heard of wanking?"

I nodded. I had, but I really wasn't sure what it meant.

"Well, that's what I do."


"What do you mean, how?"

"How? How do you do it?"

"You want me to show you?"


"Okay, but not here, eh? Bit public. Come to mine after school, okay?"


"Now come on, let's get you to the nurse."

"But ..."

"No buts. Look..."

He stood up and without bating so much as an eyelid, he whipped off his shorts and handed them to me.

"Here, put these on and give me yours, then you can see the nurse without being afraid."

I nodded.

"Thanks, Simon."

I felt better after that. I saw the nurse was given the all clear, but told to take it easy, reported back to Benson in the gym. PE was the last lesson of the day and he told me to take a shower and change and get off home. He said Simon should go too, to make sure I got home okay.

"Come on, let's get back to mine now, " said Simon.

"We haven't showered, yet."

"Sod the shower, let's go. We can wash up later."


We dressed as quickly as we could, beat a hasty exit from school, jumped on our bikes and cycled fast all the way to Simon's house. His parents weren't home when we got there and Simon let us in with his key for the back door. Grabbing a couple of cans of orange juice from the fridge we headed to his room. Once inside he closed the door, dropped his school bag and sat on the bed as he opened his can. I sat next to him, opened mine and took a long swig of the refreshing liquid.

"So, " he began. "Wanking. Well come on, then, I'll show you."

"I'm not sure it's a good idea," I said.

"I thought you wanted to know how to do it?"

"I did, but, I don't know, it seems odd."

"Nothing odd about it. Come on."

He stood up and began to remove his school uniform.

"Well come on, I can't do this alone. Get yer kit off."

I stood and joined him in undressing. It was odd to be undressing with Simon. It wasn't that we hadn't undressed in front of each other before, we had, loads of time at school for swimming, games or PE, but this was different. This was in his bedroom. In his house. In private. I felt odd.

I was slower than Simon, not believing he was actually going to strip naked in front of me in his room. I watched as he removed his jacket, then his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt he slipped it from his shoulders. I hadn't rally looked before, well you don't - not at school, but I looked now. I looked at his chest and my gaze went to his round, brownish nipples and then down to his belly button and his hands, just below, unfastening the belt on his trousers, his fingers pulling down the zipper and his trousers fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He lifted first one leg and then the other as he removed his socks, having already kicked off his shoes. He stood before me in just his shorts - my shorts, the ones I had worn for gym class. I could feel myself getting hard again and I was suddenly frightened.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he saw the look on my face.

"My dick just got hard again," I half-whispered.

"Come on, then, let's see."

I finished undressing and stood before him in my briefs.

"Take your pants off, then. I haven't got x-ray vision."

"You take yours off - my shorts, you take them off, first."


He did. It was quick. I had hardly seen him do it, but he had and he now stood in front of me completely naked - and his dick was hard, too.

"Come on, then, get 'em off," he said, smiling.

I removed my briefs and my dick sprang up to my belly.

"Yep, it's hard all right," said Simon. "Just like mine."

"But why? I mean, what made it go hard this time?" I asked.

"Excitement? Mine's hard because I was excited that I was going to be in my room with you and we were going to be naked and, besides, I was wearing your crusty shorts. That was a weird feeling, wearing your shorts; it made me want to wank. Do you want to wank?"

"Yeah, but I don't know what to do. It won't hurt, will it?"

"No, it won't hurt, just do what I do, okay."


I stood in front of Simon as he placed his right hand around the shaft of his dick and slowly began peeling the skin back, exposing the helmet of his dick before bringing his hand forward to cover it again. He repeated this motion over and over again and told me to try it.

I took hold of my dick and began to copy what Simon was doing. It felt odd and I could feel some drops begin to form at the tip.

"Is this supposed to happen?" I asked.

"Yeah, it happens to me. Rub it on your dick head and it'll smooth the action of the skin going back over it."


"Like this." He reached out to me and touched the slit in my dick. I was too shocked to move as he covered a finger in the drops that were easing their way out and he rubbed his finger over my dick head. The sensation was almost as electrifying as the one I had felt in the gym. A sharp intake of breath and a slight groan was all I offered.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, it feels really good."

"Want me to wank you off?"

"Can you?"


"Okay, then."

"Lay on the bed on your back."

He let go of my dick and I lay on his bed. He got on the bed and sat beside me. His hand reached down to my dick once more.

More of the liquid was beginning to form and he massaged it into the head of my dick with his thumb as his fingers gently pulled the skin back and forth over the top. It felt so relaxing. Then he began to move his hand faster and I felt pressure building in my balls. I was frightened, but I knew Simon would do nothing to hurt me, so I didn't stop him.

Suddenly, without any warning I felt my chest tighten and I felt myself arch upwards as I jet of sticky white liquid surged forth from the end of my dick and onto my belly and chest and onto Simon's hand - the hand still pumped away as jet after jet flew from my dick and I watched the smile on his face get bigger as his hand moved faster, gradually slowing down and then stopping.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Amazing," I said, panting hard. "Awesome!"

"That's called wanking," he grinned. "I don't suppose you've ever tasted it, have you?"

I shook my head.

"God, no, I've only just learned how to do it. Besides, it probably tastes disgusting."

"A bit salty, that's all."

Before I knew what was happening he was licking the fluid from his hand and then proceeded to lick the fluid off my belly and chest.


"It's okay. Wanna taste?"

He held out his finger to me and I looked at the white liquid that was on the end of it, liquid that had just come out of my dick. I wasn't sure, but I accepted the finger and tasted the fluid. Simon was right, it was a bit salty, but not unpleasant. A bit dry, considering it was liquid. A bit sticky, too.

"Here," said Simon, jumping off the bed and returning to hand me my can of orange drink. "This'll help."


I guzzled greedily, but gratefully from the can.

"My turn now," he said. "I'm going to shoot quick, I know I am."

I had gone soft, but Simon's dick was still hard and he stood at the side of the bed and began to pump away with his hand as he had done mine.

"Want me to do it?" I found the words coming out of my mouth before I really knew what I was saying.

"Okay, but be quick, I can't hold it much longer."

I grabbed at his dick and began pumping, the way Simon had done to me and I felt him arch his back, I noticed his balls tighten as hot, sticky liquid shot from his dick and not only onto my hand, but my chest and face, too. I felt my tongue leave my mouth as it worked its way to find Simon's fluid that had landed near to my lips and still the liquid came.

What made me do it, I don't know, but I suddenly leant forward and took Simon's dick in my mouth as he continued to release the sticky fluid. I heard him groan and then I felt his hands on my shoulders as the hot liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed hard. I released his dick slowly, licking the head and cleaning at the slit with my tongue.

"That was amazing. Bloody awesome. What made you do that?" he asked.

"No idea, it just felt right at the time."

"Bloody hell, Paul, you know what that was, don't you?"

"An orgasm?"

"Yeah, but it was also my first blow job."

"I didn't blow, I sucked."

Simon laughed. I didn't know why.

"Tell you what. Let's give it half an hour and I'll blow suck you, okay?"


We sat on the bed, tired, sweaty and drinking orange juice. It was a long half hour, but worth the wait.

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