By Mikey.
There are two kinds of boys. Boys who wear underwear and those who don’t. Those that do, that is wear underwear, are also the same kind who will first change from their well-polished black leather schools shoes to football boots before playing a football match. It does not matter what type of pitch they are playing on. whether well carpeted or just your ordinary dusty village field. They will have clean football boots even after the match has ended. They are the same kind who will have a pencil and an eraser in class. And most of the times they will refuse to share the eraser. Because erasers are not to be used by mere mortals. No, erasers are for boys who wear underwear.
Then there is the care free kind. Boys who feel caged by the common decency of having their shorts on. Were it a free world, they would proudly walk anywhere only adorned on nothing but skin. Having to fumble with their shorts zipper is too much work for them. When nature calls all they want is to answer immediately. They don’t want to first search for the answer call button and have to decide whether to put nature on hold, reject or answer the call. That was decided for them way before they came to be. Their forefathers never saw the need for pants leave alone underwear. The wisdom of yore never felt at all inclined towards fabric that restricted the lower body from enjoying unshaded sunlight.
They also don’t.
The first impression you get when you meet Lee is that he is one of those who wore underwear in his yester years. He is a cultured man. His beard is always well trimmed, his fingers manicured and his head clean shaved. He definitely always had an eraser and a pencil sharpener for good measures. Remember that very old adage ‘never judge a book by its cover’? This is the perfect example. Lee squarely falls in the latter category. Those illuminated by the wisdom of our fore fathers. Those that don’t want to fumble with shorts zippers.
Anyways I recently met up with him and we reminisced of the days long gone. The days we slid in mud on our bare backs and came out unscathed. The days we drunk raw cattle milk straight from their udders as the herders had lunch or spoke about girls. Then after a couple of dry whisky shots, lee reminded me of an incident he had made me promise never to talk about. It was a threat actually. He had threatened to poison my rabbits were I ever to talk about it. I like rabbit meat. So I told it to no one. My rabbits are long gone by now, so I have nothing to fear.
He is in his thirteenth year, and he is discovering the little man down there. The pleasures of having a release although only through wet dreams are really getting into him. He has tried to talk to a few girls but they find him a little bit too rough for their liking. He does not lose hope though. He is a fiend chasing blow. He must empty his nuts. A man’s got to do what a man does. This is a mantra engrained in every male. Immediately after the umbilical cord is detached. Lee does just that.
Banana trees are not what comes to your mind when you think of sexual gratification. But that is exactly what lee thought of. He is a banana lover. And what he loves he loves passionately. Anyways at the dead of the night lee walks to a bunch of banana plants. Without short but most importantly without his boxers on and like a talented botanist, bores a hole into one of them. He holds the banana tree tightly in his arms, whispers sweet nothings into its green fleshy skin until it feels warm. Lee then takes his hard pubescent manhood and gently pushes himself into it. The tree moves gently to the sway of the night wind. Lee thrusts. The tree moves, lee thrusts. A rhythm is formed. Passion environs these two lovers and no one can stop them now. As they near climax the wind increases its speed as if urging them on. Lee pummels even harder. Finally the banana plant is unable to hold the weight anymore. It gives in and they both come tumbling down. This has been happening on the precipice of a very steep slope. As soon as they touch down, gravity has its way with them and both the young human lover and his plant mistress are sent rolling down the slope. The pubescent boy butt naked with no underwear.
