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Robert wasn't disappointed in the least to see the party quickly dissolving. The sexually experienced classmate he'd spent the last three months courting -- with concerts, amusement park trips, and the full treatment for prom -- all in an effort to finally lose his virginity had instead slipped out of the graduation party early with a college-bound, four sport jock and was probably right now sucking his cock in the back of the brand new muscle car his daddy had gotten him for graduation.
He'd tried to stop her on her way out, only to hear her spat at him with laughter, "Hell, you wouldn't know what to do with me, Bobby boy."
After the last of the guests -- family, friends, classmates, and neighbors -- had finally evacuated the large suburban home, Robert found himself sitting on the edge of his bed just staring at the wall.
He wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there, but eventually he realized that his mother was looking over him from the door. He looked to her with a forlorn expression and murmured, "She called me a puss."
He didn't have to say anything more to his mother for her to understand what he was talking about. The two of them had a very close relationship, too close in the eyes of some people. They talked about every thing. Every thing!
Some of the conversations they'd had in the past should have been between Robert and his father, who had abandoned the family when Robert was only 12. He had no older cousins to whisper to about sex stuff, and most of his friends were two or three years younger than him, too. They'd never had the internet in the house, nor did they have a television.
Basically, all Robert knew about sex was what he overheard the guys laughing about in the locker room or what he could sometimes glean from the racer magazines he found when they made their monthly trip to the recycling station downtown. He masturbated, of course, but he couldn't even imagine a proper fantasy to go with the stroking that, he feared, would be the only sexual enjoyment life would ever permit him.
"She wouldn't ... you know ... have sex with me," he said to his mother, holding nothing back as usual, "because I don't know how to do it. But how am I supposed to learn how to do it if she won't have sex with me?"
He could feel his eyes beginning to well up with tears and quickly turned away from his mother's soft stare.
Robert wasn't disappointed in the least to see the party quickly dissolving. The sexually experienced classmate he'd spent the last three months courting -- with concerts, amusement park trips, and the full treatment for prom -- all in an effort to finally lose his virginity had instead slipped out of the graduation party early with a college-bound, four sport jock and was probably right now sucking his cock in the back of the brand new muscle car his daddy had gotten him for graduation.
He'd tried to stop her on her way out, only to hear her spat at him with laughter, "Hell, you wouldn't know what to do with me, Bobby boy."
After the last of the guests -- family, friends, classmates, and neighbors -- had finally evacuated the large suburban home, Robert found himself sitting on the edge of his bed just staring at the wall.
He wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there, but eventually he realized that his mother was looking over him from the door. He looked to her with a forlorn expression and murmured, "She called me a puss."
He didn't have to say anything more to his mother for her to understand what he was talking about. The two of them had a very close relationship, too close in the eyes of some people. They talked about every thing. Every thing!
Some of the conversations they'd had in the past should have been between Robert and his father, who had abandoned the family when Robert was only 12. He had no older cousins to whisper to about sex stuff, and most of his friends were two or three years younger than him, too. They'd never had the internet in the house, nor did they have a television.
Basically, all Robert knew about sex was what he overheard the guys laughing about in the locker room or what he could sometimes glean from the racer magazines he found when they made their monthly trip to the recycling station downtown. He masturbated, of course, but he couldn't even imagine a proper fantasy to go with the stroking that, he feared, would be the only sexual enjoyment life would ever permit him.
"She wouldn't ... you know ... have sex with me," he said to his mother, holding nothing back as usual, "because I don't know how to do it. But how am I supposed to learn how to do it if she won't have sex with me?"
He could feel his eyes beginning to well up with tears and quickly turned away from his mother's soft stare.
