Donnie & Lennie 3&4

Chicago’s West Side

          1944

Asking the universally asked question,

“But why would a guy do that?”

Lennie asked:

“Tell me that if you know so much.

Why would a guy ever wanna do that?”

“Okay,” he answered belligerently,

“I’ll tell ya if ya really wanna know!

Thinking,

Girls…

Girls are…

Girls are just there!

Why do I want to think ‘bout girls

and especially ‘bout girls pissers?

Though the thought had never entered Lennie’s

mind before then.

Then,

as though the question had become

some sort of basic knowledge that was

absolutely necessary for him to gain,

absolutely necessary for him to gain immediately,

Lennie then felt an urgent need to know,

so,

“Yeah, Donnie,

I do wanna know!

So tell me already!”

Sarcastically adding,

“Pl-lease!”

Walking to the Douglas Theatre for the Saturday matinée

crossing Twenty-first and Christiana.

Plenty’a’time to teach him…

“Okay,” Donnie  said.

“When guys get boners…

You do know what a boner is,

don’t’j’ya?”

Sure Lennie knew,

but didn’t want to admit he knew

so,

“No,” he said.

“Lennie, are you ever dumb!

A boner’s like when you get up in the mornin’

an’ you gotta pee,

an’ ‘it’s’ like, uh, you know,”

popping his index finger upward,

“big.”

“Okay!

Okay already!

Yeah, I know!”

“Well, when guys get ’em…

Only then

when they get ’em,

they ain’t been sleepin’.

An’ when they get ’em

they put ‘it’ into a girl’s,

uh, pisser and ‘jack-off’,

only then it’s called…”

Of course,

by that time

Lennie had first-hand

 —not pun intended—

knowledge of what ‘jack-off’ meant,

but enjoying seeing his friend become red-faced,

“What’s ‘what’ called?”

“What’s what called?”

“That, ‘that’ you said?”

“ ‘Jack-off’?”

“Yeah, that’s ‘that’ you said.”

Holy, Moly!

Donnie thought,

was I ever that dumb?

“That’s…

“that’s when you, uh…”

holding his well-used index finger stiffly extended,

“‘J’ya ever…”

inserting the finger into his cupped hand,

making a pumping motion,

“uh, do it to yourself?”

Lennie,

like most twelve-year-old boys,

was pleasantly familiar with a “pee boner,”

and that it felt nice,

really nice, when held and

—so he’d very pleasantly discovered—

that by creating tight-handed friction

along the shaft of his pee boner he’d

been able to achieve a fantastic sensation.

However…

—not about to admit this to Donnie—

before he could formulate the words to respond…

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“Well, anyways,”

embarrassed that he’d asked,

not waiting for an answer,

“that’s what’s called ‘jacking-off’.”

Donnie said.

“Only then, when a guy puts ‘it’…

his, uh,

what’ch’ya’ma’call’it,

‘prick’ into a girl,

it’s called…”

glancing about to be sure no one was within hearing,

whispering,

“f***in’.

Understand?”

“Okay! Yeah!

But what I still wanna know is why’d a guy

wanna do somethin’ that disgusting?”

“’Cause it feels nice!

Uh, well,

it’s supposed to feel real nice when a guy does it.”

Not willing to talk too much about the…

‘climatic sensation,’

because if he did go into detail

Lennie might have asked,

‘How come you know so much?’

Even though he’d asked Lennie if he did ‘it’,

Donnie wasn’t quite ready to admit to his very best pal

that he did ‘it’.

“Anyways, that’s what this older guy

told me’n’Frankie.

He said that when you put your…

uh,

what’ch’ya’ma’call’it

‘prick’ into a girl’s…

uh…

what’ch’ya’ma’call’it

‘cunt’ an’,

you know,

what’ch’ya’ma’call’it

‘f***’,

it feels real good,

an’ then you…”

At that moment­ Donnie had two clear-cut revelations:

Maybe it ain’t pee,

but that squirty,

gooey  stuff that guys make into girls.

Also,

until that very moment he had never considered that,

If it feels so wonderful when you do it to yourself,

maybe it’s gotta feel even more wonderful

when you do it with a girl,

’cause if it didn’t,

why’d a guy ever wanna go to the bother of doin’ it with a girl?

©December 13, 2011 / Mark M Lichterman