The following story reads just short of a small book, a tale in four parts. It had to be that way because growing up is a long slow process, sometimes joyous, sometimes painful but always eventful. An abridged version of a young man coming of age would be a betrayal to the drama and excitement of youthful fantasies and indiscretions. After many false starts and several near misses, Richard reaches a spectacular happy ending with an unexpected conclusion. So you are invited to follow Richard Walton as he traverses the hills and valleys on his path to manhood.
In the beginning: Richard finds a girlfriend, gains a reputation and receives a mysterious note.
My name is Richard Walton. I grew up in a southern Wisconsin town large enough to have its own high school but nothing close to the size of Madison or Milwaukee . We were the kind of town where everyone knew each other and most folks didn't bother to lock their doors. Like most mid-sized towns in America , we had a few who were called the 'rich people' and others that were just getting by. Most of us were somewhere in the middle and of course, that included my family.
Growing up in a Midwestern town is like growing up in many places but like lots of kids my age, there are challenges especially for late bloomers like me. When my classmates were firmly entrenched in the dating scene and dealing with the opposite sex, I was on the outside looking in. Several defects slowed my interaction with girls, such as being short on confidence, a bountiful supply of shyness, and deceptively low self-esteem. However, I had one physical trait to make up for all of that, but more on that later.
I was not a loaner. I had lots of friends; it's just at fifteen, none were female. Things would change in a big way but it took time and patience. Eventually, raging testosterone levels and a typical teenager's libido conspired to overwhelm all obstacles. This is to say, it was a long journey before my fantasies caught up with reality entailing many events along the way.
I didn't get interested in girls until late in junior high school. Before that it was only about sports, mostly baseball, football, and basketball. My friends and I didn't abandon our interest in sports when girl awareness became a pandemic among us. Girls just added one more sport to the list. Some of the guys took up this new vocation with great dedication, more for some than for others. The laggards like me had no idea about women although it was already clear that girls were something more than targets to be teased.
I met Becky as a freshman in high school. She was in my science class and we soon hung out together. 'Girlfriend' at fifteen means mostly phone calls. A date was usually at McDonald's or at the local movie theater. Oh yes, we occasionally did homework together as an excuse to see each other and occasionally we met at the library but books and studying were not a primary interest.
Every Friday night after basketball games, there was a dance at the high school gym but no one danced. It was just a place to hook up, not in sexual sense, but more of a social event. Of course, a few of the guys would brag the next day about how they got a little tit but that seemed to be ridiculous. To begin with, there wasn't much there to touch and most of us weren't brave enough to try anything more than holding hands. I was by far the most innocent, naive , and timid of them all.
Basketball was my game and by the time I was a junior in high school, I made the varsity as a reserve point guard. We were known as the Trojans as in "Trounce 'em Trojans." It wasn't points on the scoreboard that brought me recognition but it was elsewhere that I scored.
The team shower room is a great measure of men and boys. I suppose that's why males shower openly together while women tend to shower more privately. Anyway, my teammates were clearly envious of my "hose" for that is what it was affectionately called. Those who have been around athletes know that good-natured ribbing is a mainstay of the culture and believe me, I got plenty of sports 'culture'. The thing was, in a relatively modest size town, there are no secrets that last more than few hours.
So, the news of my "hose" was out and had even circulated among the girls at school. I had a reputation by then that wasn't easy to live down. Yet, what seems to be a disaster often turns into good fortune but fortunate comes in small doses.
Becky and I were still friends in our junior year. Like me, she had changed physically and now had a woman's body. It wasn't the sexiest body in town but nice and comfortable. Some of the girls showed off their new equipment wearing tight fitting clothes but not Becky. She dressed conservatively but always with a sophisticated style. Her father ran the local drugstore so her family was closer to the wealthy side of town and she could afford buying nice clothes.
We ran around with a group made up of our basketball team and our girlfriends. Most dates during our junior and senior year meant going to Stan's house to watch videos. Stan's real name is Stanley but the girls called him 'Johnny' because of his resemblance to Johnny Depp. Stan had a special way with the girls and living in an upscale neighborhood with a hot car didn't hurt. Stan's folks were the wealthiest people in town. They had an indoor swimming pool and the most fantastic entertainment center imaginable. Sometimes there were fifteen to twenty kids laying around watching movies on their large screen, no huge, wall to wall TV.
By that stage in high school, our hormones were raging but mostly in check for fear of making fools of ourselves because of limited experience. Other than Nolan, our center, no one openly said they had sex with a girl and he only fucked a girl at the community college because she thought he was older. The rest of us got off watching porno movies and fantasizing in our bedrooms. One thing was for sure, when I ejaculated, there was enough semen to populate a city the size of Milwaukee !
As the minutes ticked away toward graduation, things began to change in our group. Virgins became an endangered specie at Cheddar High School but Becky and I were like monks and nuns resigned to celibacy. My plan was to reform and leave the monastery, but it wasn't as easy as it seemed.
On Thursday before the game with our biggest rival, I opened my math book and noticed a folded piece of paper with my name on it, "Hose." I opened it and it read, "Go Trojans" but what was really weird was a little icon drawing of a penis. It wasn't signed and I wondered who was playing a joke on me.
The next week we were playing our cross town rival and another sheet of paper appeared but this time in my science book. It said, "Get it on, Trojans" and the drawing was larger and more detailed but it was definitely a stiff cock. Now I was getting hyper. This was both exciting and scary. Who was doing this and why? I just couldn't just go around the school asking, "Who is the cock artist?"
We had a bye the next week and no drawing appeared but at the beginning of March, the playoffs started. Our first game was Wednesday night with the Red Demons that were known for upsets but we were by far a prohibitive favorite.
I had almost forgotten the messages from earlier until my English book contained a new note on Wednesday morning. This time the message was, "Trojans! Give me ecstasy." The drawing was more like a detailed painting because it was a massive cock showing veins and a nice cap on the end with a hint of a pee hole at the tip. It might have been my imagination but there seemed to be a little moisture oozing from the orifice in a shape like the letters bj. Was someone trying to encourage me or upset me? "BJ" could mean only mean one thing. I needed to find the artist and get to the bottom of this mystery.
Our basketball season ended abruptly as we unexpectedly lost to the Demons in overtime although I had my best game. Our starting point guard had fouled out early giving me a chance to score some points. After the game we took the bus back to school where I met Becky.
Our group met at Stan's but no one was in the mood for a video. I took Becky home early but not before we enjoyed a little romance in the car. We had moved onto having a more physical relationship. Becky liked being touched and I enjoyed giving her the attention she craved.
This night she even removed her bra and let see her nicely protruding tits. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were still at the puffy stage. Seeing them under the dim light of a March night drove me wild. It surprised me when she began to softly moan as I kissed her nipples.
When I began sucking on them, she let out a little yelp that startled me.