Me, Myself and I (and Jeremy too)

Illustrations by Marcus, Grumblebee.com
Ever since Sean asked if I played with myself I gave it more thought. I tried it out. It felt pretty nice for a while but then it would get too intense and I'd have to stop. I knew that there was something there if I could stand it a little longer, but I had no idea what. After many attempts I managed to push through the too much phase, and it happened.

I was sure I'd spilt my future children on the ground. I prayed, told God I was sorry and swore I would never touch myself again, but I did. And then I prayed and made promises again.

My guilt wanted company and sometime in seventh grade Jeremy asked me if I'd ever jerked off. I admitted that I did. We compared notes and even demonstrated technique.

"I'm sick of my own hand. We should jerk each other off." he suggested.

"You're a fag." I said, dismissing him.

"Why? Are you gay when you use you're own hand? That's a guy's hand. What difference does it make which guy it is? It's not like you wouldn't prefer a girl."

He made a compelling argument but I was fine taking care of myself. Then Jeremy offered something more.

"Dude. We should give each other blowjobs. It's not gay. Just pretend your with a girl when your getting yours, and when its your turn to give, you're just doing it so you can get one back, not because you're into it."

I agreed, if he'd go first, but I stopped him right before he went down. "No way dude. This is how people end up being gay."

Jeremy never mentioned helping each other out in this way again.

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