The Penis Never Lies
#1 of A Gay Old Time
"What's masturbation?" Tim asked his friend as they were walking home.
"Huh, you don't know?" Josh replied, as if Tim was crazy for not knowing.
The boar was sincere with his question, though. His parents never taught him about anything like that, and unlike Josh, Tim was an only child, so he had no older siblings to tell him about it, either.
"No, I don't. I don't even know what it means. Is it dirty?" The boar asked.
The cat rolled his eyes over his chubby friend.
"You must not go out much besides school!" Tim replied.
"Where would I go? I can't do sports and I have no money to pay for any other fun things. We hardly have any other stuff at home besides the new television set dad spent a lot of money on, and even he doesn't like it when I'm watching it for a long time. He likes to think it's just his."
The cat blushed a bit before continuing.
"Well...masturbation is when you rub your dick until you shoot out-"
"My WHAT?" Tim interrupted.
"Your dick."
Tim looked dumbfounded at the cat.
"Your penis, man." The cat started pointing at the boar's pants.
"...Oh. Why would I do that?"
"Because it feels great."
The boar thought about it for awhile. He recalls his father having him watch some educational films a year or so back, saying how touching that area of yourself too much would result in blindness.
"Um, can't you go blind from that?" The boar asked, starting to feel ignorant about it.
"Huh? No. My brother's been doing it for years, he hasn't gone blind."
"You....you've seen your brother do it?"
"Yeah, we've had to share a room for years. I saw him doing it when he thought I was asleep. One night he realized I wasn't and taught me how. It's funny, he's 4 years older than me yet his dick is still about the same size as mine."
The boar stayed quiet as the cat continued.
"Now that he's away at college, I have more privacy in the room to do it myself." Josh smiled.
"Oh....um...should I try it?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, you'll enjoy it. No one who does it ever says they hate it. I'll give you some magazines my brother gave me."
The two had made it to Josh's house. The boar and cat had entered his bedroom, filled with posters, a radio, and two beds, one appearing untouched for awhile. Tim sat in Josh's bed while the cat searched underneath the bed for a couple of minutes. The boar turned on the radio.
"This is a really good band, dont'cha think?" Tim asked Josh.
"Yeah, they're pretty good, I was considering buying their new album and playing it on our turntable. My brother took it with him to college but I'm sure we can just get another, or borrow my dad's." The cat replied, sort of muffled under the bed. "A-ha!"
The cat came up with some magazines, with models of women not wearing much clothing.
"I guess mom pushed these further back when vacuuming the bedroom."
"What are these?" Tim asked.
"They're pornographic magazines. I'm assuming you've never seen these before either?" Josh gave Tim a bit of a concerned look.
"Nope. Just sports and television magazines my dad and mom have."
"Oh...well, my brother gave me these, he doesn't read them because he once told me he does not like women much."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he did say he found men a bit more appealing than women. I think that means he's a...what do you call it...there's a name...homosexual? YES, that."
Tim's eyes widened. He recalled his father showing him a different educational video on how guys should stay away from homosexuals, as they were very sick and contagious people. He also remembered his father calling them faggots, and saying they were nasty. His mother said they weren't really bad, they just needed a little help.
"WHAT? Is he getting help for that?"
"Help for what?" The cat asked.
"Being homosexual."
"Why would he? It's not like he's sick or anything. My dad's a doctor, he thinks he's just fine, though he was initially weirded out. Other doctors would disagree but my father has made better arguments than them."
Tim thought about it again. If Josh's dad was a doctor, wouldn't he know better than his own father? All his father did was work construction.
"I dunno...my father has said very bad things about them."
"Well, what does he know about it?"
"Like...well...there's...hm...I guess he doesn't know much himself. He didn't have extra schooling like your father did."
The boar laid down on Josh's bed. He closed his eyes and continued listening to the song. As Josh put the magazines in Tim's backpack, he thought about why Tim seemed so sheltered about sexual things. They were both in high school, why not know about these things by now?
He also thought about why Tim never had any girlfriends himself. He never talked to girls, and didn't seem to have any interest in them either.
"Hmm...maybe he isn't into girls himself..."
Josh went under his brother's bed and grabbed a couple of magazines from underneath, one body-building one, and a special one his brother had to order under a fake name. He slipped the two magazines in with the ones he had put in Tim's backpack earlier.
"Alright, well I put the magazines in your backpack. Make sure to hide them well. Also, heheh...don't aim too close to them. You don't know how hard it is to clean off paper." Josh chuckled.
The chubby boar didn't know how to reply to that, other than looking at the clock on the cat's dresser.
"Okay. I believe my parents want me home now, dinner will be starting soon."
The boar got up out of the cat's bed, gave Josh a high five, and left the house.
Tim got to his house, where his father and mother had already been home for awhile.
The boar saw his father sitting on his sofa with the newspaper in his hands. He had just lit his pipe and started smoking from it. The new television set had been turned on but kept fairly low.
"Hey, dad." Tim greeted his father.
The old, fat boar lifted his head from the newspaper, the facial expression changing to a happier one.
"Oh, hello there, Tim. How's my son tonight?" The old boar smiled.
"Good. How was work?" Tim asked.
"Eh, same old. How was school?"
"Fine. I got an A on the math test."
"Very good. Keep your grades that way." The old boar said, fairly serious.
Tim's father returned to his newspaper, not making anymore eye contact with him.
"Your mother's almost done preparing dinner. It'll be a few minutes."
"Oh, alright...think I could change the channel on the television?"
"Huh? I guess. Just keep it low so I don't have to hear much of it."
Tim went up to the set and turned the knobs on it, looking through the few channels they had. He settled on something that seemed interesting to him and sat down on the floor to watch until dinner.
After dinner, Tim had gone into his room. He removed his shoes, socks, and his jeans, revealing a pair of green briefs, his favorite color.
The boar had opened his backpack to retrieve his notebooks to do his homework. He had completely forgotten about the magazines Josh put in there until now. He took all of them out, and looked at the one in front. It had a white bunny on it, in her swimsuit, though it appeared she was about to take it off the moment the picture was taken. The boar seemed to be able to shrug it off, and placed it under his bed for later.
Though it was a Friday, Tim liked getting a jump on his homework early so he could have an entirely free weekend to himself. He sat at his desk and opened his notebooks, turning on his radio so he could listen to some music while he did it.
He did his math problems, read some of the history book, answered the questions, and read the chapter of the book he needed for his English class. He was easily able to focus on it without any distractions.
He heard a knock on his door shortly after he finished.
"Come in!" Tim said.
Tim's father opened the door. The old boar had his pipe in his mouth, but was wearing just some pajama pants now, wearing nothing above the waist. He was getting ready for bed.
"Hi dad."
"Hello, Tim." The old chubby boar took the pipe out of his mouth for a moment. "I just came in to wish you a good night. Your mom and I are heading to bed now, and I'd like it if you did so yourself."
"Alright dad, that's just what I was planning."
"Very good. Have you done your homework?"
"It's Friday night, dad. I did finish it, though, just now."
"That's my boy..." Tim's father paused, seeing what he was wearing. "Er...is that what you're wearing to bed, your t-shirt and briefs?"
"I guess." Tim replied.
"You're not wearing the pajamas your mother prepares for you now?"
"Hmm, no. It's too hot for me to wear long pajamas."
The father was concerned, but considering it was still fairly warm outside, and the fact that he himself wasn't wearing a shirt, he let it go.
"Alright then. Just remember, even though you may be a little...comfortable in those briefs, bad things WILL happen if you grab at yourself down there too much. Remember that film I showed you?"
"Yes, dad. I'd go blind, I know." Tim started to sound a little annoyed.
"No lip, Tim." The father didn't like then Tim talked to him in that way.
"Sorry, sir." Tim apologized.
"Very good. Have a good night, Tim." The old boar closed the door and walked off to his bedroom.
Tim laid on his bed for awhile. He simply looked up, sometimes he looked out the window, but save for a passing car or two, there wasn't much to look at outside.
The boar had remembered the magazines Josh had given him earlier. He reached under his bed and moved the pile to an area within easy reach.
Tim looked down at his briefs, remembering what his father had said. He wondered how one could actually go blind from rubbing their penis. He remembered the film his dad have him watch, remembering how poorly made it was. Then he remembered what Josh had said, how he and his brother have masturbated a bunch of times and looked just fine.
The chubby boar slipped his fingers through the elastic of his briefs and lowered them down, removing them completely and placing them by his pillow. He looked down at his penis.
For awhile he was disappointed over how small it was. It didn't even go past his sack, it just sat on top of it, the pink head poking straight outward. Eventually he came to terms with it, seeing some friends of his in the showers at school, having penises about the same size as his, including Josh.
He took the top magazine from the pile, the one he saw before, with the bunny. He looked at the magazine, and at his penis, wondering how to start.
"Erm...I guess...start rubbing it?" Tim mumbled to himself.
The boar gently tickled the head of his penis a bit. He also stroked the short shaft, feeling it get a little bigger in his hand.
He flipped through the pages of the magazine with his free hand, seeing that same bunny, now with the swimsuit off completely. He saw her breasts, something he had never seen uncovered before. The nipples were kinda big, just a bit bigger than his own, but almost around the same size as his father's, remembering him without his shirt earlier.
He also had not seen what had been between her legs...a slit of sorts with lots of curly hair above it.
"What is that?" The boar mumbled again.
He continued flipping through the pages, seeing a bunch of names for it, "cootch", "snatch", "pussy"...it confused him a bit, similar to how Josh confused him with "dick".
He looked back at his penis, still rubbing it. Aside from it getting sort of hard, there wasn't much changing.
"Meh, maybe not this magazine..." Tim placed it under the pile and reached the next magazine.
The same thing happened, the boar looked through the pages, seeing different female models, their breasts, their...whatever they were called, he still couldn't find the exact name for them, though there were many more photos of women from the back, showing off their rear ends, and having them in different situations, in the library, at the beach, in cars, on farms...none of it seemed to do anything for him.
He placed that magazine under the pile as well, taking yet another magazine.
This cycle had repeated itself, flipping through the pages finding nude female models, not arousing him any. He started to feel worried.
"This can't mean I'm....no...No, it can't." He mumbled.
He looked at the next magazine. This one was...different. There wasn't a woman on the cover, it was a guy. A rhino, wearing a tanktop and shorts.
This magazine didn't look pornographic, but Tim thumbed through it anyway. There were no girls of any sort, just guys, mostly different species, in gyms. They looked nothing like his father, these guys were either fairly lean, or quite ripped.
"Why would Josh give me this one?" He wondered.
The boar flipped the page one more time to find the guys without any shirts, and wearing very skimpy swimwear. His eyes widened.
Now he looked at his penis. He started seeing it grow in his hand, the shaft getting thicker, the head getting a little bigger, the big furry sack getting tighter...
"Uh-oh...erm..." the boar said quietly. He remembered this happening a bit when he was in the showers that day, glancing at his friends' penises to see if they were small like his. He tried to pay no mind to it.
The boar quickly put the body-building magazine away, in the bottom of the pile.
"Josh must've given me this one by acci- Hm?"
There was still one more magazine on the pile he didn't see yet. This one was also different. It did not look like it was a magazine one could buy from the rack at a stationery shop, or even the porno magazines behind the counter.
Tim opened it, and his eyes widened even more. This magazine also had guys in it, and they were wearing even less than the body-builders!
"Why would Josh give me THIS?" He said, almost a little too loud.
The men in this magazine were completely nude, and had different body types, more varied than the body-building magazine. There were even chubby guys, just like him.
The boar's penis started throbbing and twitching a lot more, he could feel something going on inside as he was rubbing his shaft. He felt a clear, sticky liquid dribbling onto his fingers. He wondered what it was. It may have been the "pre" Josh had told him about.
"No, no...I can't be! I like this? I like guys?" He thought to himself now.
He continued thumbing through the pages, stroking himself harder and faster. Many of the models had penises of varying sizes, long, to almost as short as his. Also, the sacks beneath their penises varied as well. He liked the variation in sizes, and felt himself getting closer to climax.
He saw not only nude photos, but photos of guys doing the same thing he was, men stroking themselves, some of them shooting out some sort of white fluid. He wondered what it was, but all the guys seemed to have very tense looks on their faces.
He could feel his own body tensing up, his sack retreating into him a bit. He could feel something building up in his penis. He couldn't stop stroking himself. All these guys, they were so...hot!
The boar felt he had reached a point of no return. He saw the same white liquid he saw in the photos oozing out of his own penis, and watched as some more shot out. The penis continually shot more and more ribbons of this white liquid, stopping momentarily as the penis twitched in his hand, and then continued.
It then stopped as suddenly as it came. The boar moved his hand across his face.
"No...doesn't look like I'm blind..."
The boar grabbed a tissue on his nightstand and cleaned the white liquid off his fingers. He put the magazine back in the bottom of the pile, and put the pile under his bed.
As he went under the blankets of his bed, he thought to himself.
"Ugh...I'm a homosexual...What will dad think?"
He then remembered what Josh told him.
"...It's not like he's sick or anything. My dad's a doctor, he thinks he's just fine...."
He thought to himself.
"...So...I'll be just fine..?" He asked himself as he dozed off.
The next morning, Tim woke up. He looked under the blankets realizing he never put those briefs back on him.
"Oop."
Since it was the weekend, he didn't feel too much rush to get them back on. He remembered the magazines again under his bed.
The boar grabbed his phone and put his fingers in the holes, turning them to dial his friend's number.
"....Hello?" A familiar voice on the other end answered.
"Hey, Josh? It's me, Tim." The boar replied.
"Yeah, hey. What's up?" The cat asked.
"Erm...I wanted to thank you for the, uh...magazines."
"Oh, heh heh. What'd you think of them? That bunny is hot, right?" Josh asked, chuckling.
"Uh, I mean...the uh....other...magazines."
".....Oh. OOOOH. Yeah, you're welcome. I had a feeling about you so I put those in too. Tim, if you're worried, remember my father thinks there's nothing wrong with guys who're attracted to other guys. You'll be fine. I think you're fine too. If your father says any different, have him talk to mine."
"Thanks, buddy." Tim said.
"Don't mention it, friend. Oh, and also, you can keep those magazines, my brother and I get new ones all the time. Though I'm sure you probably won't be using the ones I liked, heh heh."
"Alright, thanks again." The boar said.
After awhile, they hung up. Not having anything to do, Tim picked up those magazines from under the bed again, the two he liked.
He looked back at his penis, which started growing again.
"Heh...well, if I didn't go blind the first time..."