Page 12 of A Man for the Holidays

“You were in the shower a very long time; I’m guessing you used up all the hot water.”

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t realize I’d enjoy it so much. I mean, you just stand there and let something wash you by itself. You don’t even need to use your hands to hold the stick where the water comes out from.”

He looks at me and chuckles.

“Why are you laughing?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to, it’s just, well, you sound so goofy, and I can’t help but wonder what else you don’t know.”

I sit in silence for several long seconds, and then I look down between my thighs and notice that my cock has started to grow again.

Jesus, the thing moves all by itself.

“Actually, Spencer do you mind if I talk to you about something?”

“Sure.” He enters the bedroom and closes the door behind him, then takes a seat beside me on the bed. “What’s on your mind?” he asks.

“This is rather difficult and even a little embarrassing,” I tell him.

“That’s okay, I won’t pass any judgement.”

“Just now, when I was in the shower, I noticed certain things.”

“Things? Like what?”

“Well like, when I was standing under the water, I began touching myself and as I got lower down my body, I realized I had a, well you know… a thingy.”

He bursts out with laughter, and I don’t know why, but my cheeks feel very warm all of a sudden.

“A thingy? You mean a dick?” he offers.

I nod but say nothing.

“Well of course you have a dick, Quinn. That’s what makes you a man. Haven’t you ever seen one before?”

“No. Never. I mean I know what it is and all, because Olivia used to call my plastic mound down there, my cock. But I’ve never known what a real one feels like. And just now when I was in the shower, I closed my eyes and started thinking about something, and while I was thinking, I was touching my dick and it’s like it just came to life on its own or something. It grew big and fat, and I wasn’t sure what was going on, but it felt good,reallygood actually.”

“What were you thinking about?” he asks.

There’s a rather long and awkward silence in the room. I haven’t looked at Spencer the entire time he’s been sitting beside me, but as I remember the thoughts of him in the shower, naked and putting his hands all over me, I finally turn to him and whisper, “You.”

The man stares at me in complete silence, and the expression on his face changes from a smile to something more, I don’t know… serious?

“You were thinking about me?” he questions.

“Not on purpose. Well, I don’t know, maybe it was on purpose. You see how complicated and confusing this is for me to talk about? I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

He maneuvers his body slightly so that he’s facing me.

“Quinn, that’s called masturbating, and what happened afterward was an orgasm.”

“A what?”

“An orgasm. When people feel a certain way about someone, they have all sorts of emotions running through their body. And when they can’t get the attention, they need from someone else, they quite often rely on themselves for pleasure.”

“But my dick went straight up before I even touched it. It’s like the thing has a mind of its own.”

“That’s called an erection. It often happens when you’re about to have sex or thinking about something sexual.”

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