James was baffled. Really baffled. He got up for school the next day and he couldn’t help but keep thinking about all that had happened to him when he had tried on his new swimsuits in his room. He thought he already understood everything he needed to know about being a guy, but now clearly not. There was still stuff to be learned. His body was playing stupid tricks on him, doing things he didn’t know would ever happen. What was going on, anyway?
To start with, why should just trying on a few swimsuits get him so excited “down there”. It was if his private parts had a mind of their own, and were telling his brain what they were thinking. Just the thought of shoving his private parts into a little swimsuit suit was somehow extraordinarily exciting. James was apprehensive, but in a weird way, he felt really good. He was suddenly hooked on the whole idea of just getting into a suit.
The connection between all of this and getting aroused by being with a partner was equally a mystery. Why did he think it was so much fun the other day to watch Bryan also struggle to get into his own little suit, perhaps struggling with the exact same feelings and sensations James was struggling with? Did this mean that James had a “gay” side? And why did the girls at school who had not before paid any attention to him suddenly seems so interested in James when they saw him wearing his team suit? All a great mystery.
There were other puzzles. Never before had he observed a wet spot quite like the one he saw at the tip of his penis when he got into his first new suit. The wet spot was definitely not pee. And he knew it was not semen either, as he wasn’t even erect or certainly not having an orgasm. Instead, it was a clear, gloppy, viscous liquid that looked almost like his plastic model-building cement coming out of a tube. No one had mentioned anything about that in his 8th grade health education course. What a puzzle!
James would have loved to understand all of this better by doing a Google search on the Internet. But he did not dare. The school was very fussy about not letting students do any searching on the school computers on any subject remotely related to sex. That was unfortunate. His other option was to go to the school library and pull down an encyclopedia. The encyclopedias they still had in a dusty corner of the school library were old, and out of date. Besides, what article title was he supposed to look for? Certainly there was not an article titled “Getting aroused by pulling on a swimsuit.”
James was baffled by a host of issues. Really baffled. He only knew two things for sure. First, if he was going to wear one of his new suits for swim team practice, he had better steer clear of that little Sporti for now, at least, and second, he really wanted to repeat the same “experiment” he had conducted with the three suits the day before another time, to see if his body would again respond in the same way, as soon as he thought he could once again be in private. James kept thinking about this, with the same thoughts somehow going over and over again in his mind. And he certainly did not want to tell Bryan what happened to him. Bryan would likely just laugh. Or maybe mutter something like “if that happens to you, get into the pool as fast as possible.”
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