I was nine. I'd never once thought about my wiener, or what it was for, or anything like that. It was to piss with. Simple. I'd heard rumors it was for sex, but that was it. And that it was supposed to feel great when a girl sucked on it. And I knew when I was old enough, a teenager, it would be bigger and hairy, and it would squirt sperm. That's really about it.

My best friend was Mike. Mikie, if he was in a good mood and would allow you to use that nickname. His parents always called him Michelangelo. Nothing to do with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which we both hated with a burning, searing hatred. Oh, God, I could go on for hours about how much we hated those bastards!

Anyway, I was nine. Mike was turning ten next week. I would in a couple more months. We were in my room, messing around with Legos and our super-hero action figures. I'll always remember the next hour. If I live to be a hundred. It was the wildest time of my entire life.

My parents were still at work, would be until after six. It was barely after four. Mike and me always went to my house after school and played in my room. It was just such a normal, average, typical day. Too hot and sunny to go outside. We had central air conditioning. We had sodas and crackers as we played on the floor in front of my little television.

The doorbell rang. We looked at each other and screwed up our eyebrows.

"What the hell?" I asked.

I wasn't supposed to say that word, and a bunch of others, so I always did when my parents weren't around.

He shrugged. We got up and went to the front door. The bell rang again just as we got there. I asked who it was.

"UPS."

Mike and I looked at each other. I opened the door. The UPS guy was there with a small envelope.

"Package for David Bell."

That was my neighbor. He was kind of weird. His address was 900. Mine was 906. The UPS guy held out the package, a big envelope, and I saw that someone had bad handwriting. It looked like my number, but it was his name. I took it.

The UPS guy just nodded and walked away. Mike and I giggled and I closed the door. I tore open the envelope and pulled out a magazine. Then another. And a third.

Skin.

Men. Naked. With boners. Doing things with each other I'd only heard about.

"Holy shit!" Mike said in complete and utter awe. "Never saw anything like that!"

I agreed. I'd heard of fags, homos, queers, rump-rangers, butt-pirates, turd-burglers, but I never thought I would see a magazine with them. And doing things!

Something started happening in my pants. It felt like my underwear was getting tighter. It tingled and tickled down there. I felt my heart pounding.

I gave him one of the magazines and we walked to my bedroom, flipping through them, one page at a time.

It was amazing! And I felt like I was riding a roller coaster. Weird tingles and wiggly feelings were moving around in my guts. And there was something really tingly and tickly going on around my pecker.

As we got to my room, I reached down and tried to pull my underwear out to be more comfortable. My hand froze. I felt around, not believing what I was feeling. I shoved my hand down the front of my pants and into my underwear.

My prick was hard! And way bigger than normal. And it really felt neat-o to touch it! I grabbed it, and it felt like when I had licked a nine-volt battery, but it was in my pecker and my balls and all around down there. I loved it!

I remember thinking, No wonder guys like to play with it!

"What the hell're you doing?" Mike asked.

I looked at him, embarrassed as hell. And shocked myself by saying, "You got to do this!"

His mouth dropped open and he stared at me.

"Mikie! It feels excellent!"

I wiggled my fingers around on it. It felt so good!

He looked at the magazine again, then turned it so that I could see the picture on that page.

"Is that what you're doing?"

The guy was holding his dick, and I wrapped my fingers around it, and it felt great when I moved my hand. I nodded.

"What's it feel like?" he asked.

"Fucking kick ass! You gotta try it!"

He put the magazine on the bed so he could see it, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees, and ...