before their first phone call

the lean lithe athletic boy
imagined that he were being asked
the following question:
"what is the greatest discovery that
you ever made?"
well.
if he were asked this question
by someone he trusted enough
to answer honestly,
the lean lithe athletic boy would
have to say that the greatest discovery
he, personally, had ever made was
that when his dick got hard, and
he rubbed it and stroked it and
played with it, it would soon squirt out
big wet sloppy gobs of cum, and
when that cum was spurting out,
the sensation of pure hot sexual
pleasure that radiated from his
dick and his balls and his asshole
and all over his body was beyond
wonderful, beyond incredible,
was easily the best feeling
he'd ever felt in his entire life.
the lean lithe athletic boy
would honestly say that
learning how to masturbate
was the best discovery he
had ever made. and he had
learned it all by himself. he wondered
how many other boys learned
how to do it all by themselves.
it made him a little sad sometimes,
standing there lean lithe athletic
and naked in front of the big
mirror on the back of his
bedroom door, watching himself
stroke his great big long smooth
dick with his long smooth
capable fingers--wondering
about how other boys learned
how to do this. he thought about
those other boys, a lot,
one of them in particular,
the best-looking one,
the one who sat behind
him in trigonometry class.
that boy was named mack.
mack was tall and dark
and handsome and ran track.
once, when the lean lithe
athletic boy was standing
there naked all alone in
his own bedroom watching
himself masturbate in
front of the mirror on
the back of his bedroom door,
he thought it would be
wonderful if mack were standing
there naked beside him, jerking
off, too, and mack would be telling
the lean lithe athletic boy
how HE learned to masturbate.
when the lean lithe athletic boy
heard the imaginary sound
of mack's deep, masculine,
precise, relaxed, and articulate
voice inside his head in
his own empty bedroom,
the lean lithe
athletic boy spurted cum right away,
a lot of it, and then he went
kind of weak in the knees,
as if he were hungry for
the sound of mack's voice,
hungry for the image of
mack, naked, there beside
him, in his own quiet
empty bedroom.
and, when the lean lithe
athletic boy cleaned up
and got dressed, and sat
there at his desk working
on trigonometry, the lean
lithe athletic boy
kept on thinking about
mack, and wondered what
mack was thinking about,
and he hoped it was
something to do
with him. in fact,
what the lean lithe atletic boy
REALLY hoped was
that mack were thinking
about him, and thinking about
asking him this question:
"what is the greatest discovery that
you ever made?"
if mack asked him this question,
the lean lithe athletic boy
was 99% sure he would give
mack an honest, thorough,
and extremely descriptive
answer. no. make that 99.9% sure.
no. make that 100% sure.
yeah. 100%. is how one
learned how to masturbate
the sort of thing
one could talk about
in a phone call?
the lean lithe athletic
boy wondered about things
like this as he stared at
his trigonometry book
and wrote down numbers
and symbols on notebook
paper at his big old
paper-covered desk.
a breeze wafted in
through the open window,
and there was a small
tan phone near
the tips of the moving
curtains.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2005)