HOW DID JOHN BECAME A MAN

                John had been thinking about it all day, since he heard his classmates talking. His mind had it all planned. He put down his bag and locked his room. He was trembling just a bit; he felt his hands as cold as the door knob in his bathroom. He locked it too.

         The shirt would be fine he thought. He unzipped his trousers, pulled them down but not totally. He shivered when he felt the tub so cold under his butt. It was the first time; he was nervous but not planning to back out. He held it eagerly, toyed it with his right hand, uncertain. It felt strange, he wondered if it was normal he felt that way. He hesitated but then continued dragging his hand back and forth; gradually he felt a tingling sensation, a little pain but more of pleasure. Sweat started to come out of his pores- how could that be when he was not tired? He thought.

         He felt like he was in a hurry, he gasped, tried to held his breath, but he could not. This was something he never experienced before-urgent need. It was like the world stopped and he was all alone, swirling, swimming, flying, - tasting heaven. Then he felt high, - ah he could not control it anymore. His left hand gripped the side of the tub, his eyes deeply shut, his tongue wet and he gritted his teeth….ahhh…such a fantastic explosion…..- and there it came out – water? He asked himself amazed…..just a white translucent water? Was that supposed to be all?...

         He waited a moment but it seems lifeless...He felt drained, grabbed a towel and wiped his fore head. He was tired but he was happy. Surprised ultimately that a few drops of water gave new meaning to his life…A little guilty but fulfilled. He pulled up his pants, zipped it and wiped the water on the floor. While he unlocked the door, he smiled, the dinner was ready as usual, but that night was different, he was fifteen! -And he dined like a real man.