Definitely Not Veggie Tales.

I was raised by a single mom, a very conservative, very strict, Christian mother. My dad died when I was 4 from cancer and my mom never remarried. We lived next door to my grandma and, I assume, that's all she needed. I had overheard them talking a few times how they worried I wouldn't have a father-figure.
I had two older sisters. My mom and grandma home schooled all of us. Needless to say, I was a very sheltered child. Like some sort of cruel trick, however, I matured rather rapidly. By the time I was 14, I was fully developed, big swinging dick and hairy chest. I started masturbating around 13 and never stopped. Being in such a "clean" home, my imagination often ran wild. I did swipe a JC Penney catalog off of my grandma's porch and that got me through. And I still find lingerie and underwear ads exciting. Silly, I know. A friend of mine did give me like 4 pages he ripped out of a Playboy. I kept them folded up in the box with my baseball cards. Ahh, Miss January 1983...If you only knew? Ha!! I never stooped to being pervy and spying on my mom or my sisters. Never really even thought about them in sexual way back then.
I knew all about the "birds and the bees". My mom wasn't overly shy while talking in basic biological terms. As long as it was simple and followed God's word. The penis, the vagina, only have sex when you're married, never masturbate, blah, blah, blah. Don't get me wrong, I had a great mom, and a great childhood.
So, I became rather good at hiding my "forbidden" deeds. I tried not to leave any crunchy socks for my mom to find and things like that. There was a nice patch of woods behind our house that was usually private enough for me to rub one out. I jerked off in my room a lot, of course, just always sure I had proper paper towels or something. And the shower was always my daily stroking place. The shower is how things got a bit weird...and very cool.
I was 16. I had just finished mowing the lawns and hopped in the shower. Everyone was still outside doing odds and ends or whatever. I took my little boombox into the bathroom and was blasting Petra or Stryper or one of the few cassettes I was allowed to get at the Christian bookstore, stroking my cock and blowing a load. I came, finished washing and stepped out of the shower and face to face with my mom. Apparently she was knocking and I couldn't hear because of the music. I kind of just froze. I remember she started to talk, then saw my, not erect, but still swollen cock dangling there. I never even attempted to cover myself. Not sure why, just didn't. She mumbled a few things, turned and walked out. I stopped the boombox, toweled off and just stood there. Holy shit. My mom just saw me naked.
Flash forward a week or so. Life got back to normal I guess. Then, one day, out of the blue a man named Gary came by the house. Gary was a cool guy. He worked as the assistant pastor at our church. I didn't think he was there about me, though, so I just did my own thing while him and mom had some coffee in the kitchen. Mom eventually came and got me and said she wanted me to chat with Gary for a while. OK?
I went into the kitchen. A tall bottle of Pepsi was already sitting on the table, sweat running down the glass. I smiled. My mom rarely let us have it. I knew then something was wrong, or really great...
So, Gary kind of shuffled around the table. He was an older guy, possible 50 (mind you I was 16, everyone was "older"). He was in great shape. I knew he coached something at the high school I wasn't allowed to go to. He finally sat down. I took a drink of the cold Pepsi, man it was good. He leaned back a bit, crossed his legs and sighed. "So," he started, "your mom wanted me to talk to you about guy stuff." He said it plainly, no nerves or anything I could tell. As I said I knew all about the way sex works, I wasn't sure why mom had asked him to give me "the talk". I just replied with an "OK". He sighed again, "you're a man now. Our bodies change, get hairy and all that. You know that right?". I just smiled and let out a quick "yep".
"Good, good." He peeked into the other room to see if mom was nearby, then leaned back in his chair, "and you know about masturbation?"
I wasn't sure I should answer. I thought that was my secret. I grudgingly said yes.
"Do you play with yourself?"
The question came quick. I kind of coiled back, thinking maybe I was in trouble. He must have sensed my fear and leaned onto the table, "Its OK if you do. Nothing wrong with it. Its just... well, your mo..."
"Do you do it?" I cut him off.
Again he leaned back and then to the side peeking around the corner for the all clear. He lowered his voice a little, then said, "yes" with a shrug, "most guys do, I think."
I'm not alone!! This is awesome. Is all I could think. I chewed on the thought for a while. "But, you're married." I said.
He smiled, "yeah, but I still do it when I'm not with her." he hesitated a bit, "and sometimes with her." He chuckled.
I took a big swig of Pepsi. "Wow." I said. "What's it feel like?"
He looked at me puzzled, "You said you do it, so you should know."
"No, not playing with myself. What's it feel like to put it in your wife?"
"Well... I'm not sure we should go into that." He said in a huff.
I set my bottle on the table, "sorry" I said softly. I slid my hand under the table to adjust my swelling pecker. Who knew just basic sex talk would get me all worked up?
"Its OK" He said with a smile. "You'll learn soon enough and you'll love it. Nothing like it in the world."
Things fell a bit quiet for a while. I was rubbing myself through me jeans under the table. I so wanted to sneak off to my room or somewhere. This was getting to be too much. But I knew I could stand up or he would see. "So, your mom was just worried without you having your dad or anyone around, you know, to get a guys perspective."
"Yeah." I muttered.
"Do you have any questions or anything you want to tell me?" He asked.
I sat for a few seconds, I wasn't sure I should ask, but I took another swig and blurted, "what does your's look like?" He smiled and hesitated, and before he could say anything, "Tommy showed me his and mine looks different."
"Different?" he repeated.
"Well, he's not as big and he doesn't have hair. Is that normal?"
Gary gave a chuckle. "Your mom said you were full-grown...oh my, umm... Don't you remember what you looked like before you grew up? You probably looked a lot like Tommy. But you just grew up faster than the other boys at church. There's certainly nothing wrong or different about you." He said matter-of-factly.
I slumped back relieved.
Gary stood up and walked over to the back door where a bag was on the floor. He reached in and pulled out a box. He walked back to the table and slid it across to me. I grabbed it and looked confused, "Veggie Tales?"
He smiled, "Its not Veggie Tales. Its a sex movie. A couple of them. Do not tell your mom you have this." He said in a dire voice. I held the VHS tape up, slid the cassette from the sleeve, no label, just a black cassette.
"Watch it when you're alone. No one can know you have it but me. Ok?"
"OK" I replied.
He knocked his knuckles on the table, "Well, I guess we're done." he said.
"Ok..." I said softly still holding the tape. Gary stood up and walked toward the living room doorway, he peeked around in there, then stepped back to the table. "Did you still want to see mine?" he asked softly. I looked up at him, again not sure what to say, but just nodded.
He lifted the front of his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, "do not tell your mom or anyone." he said as he lowered his fly. The jeans slid mid-hip, and quickly he pulled the elastic on his underwear over his cock, tucking it under his balls. He grabbed himself, shook his flaccid dick.
I was mesmerized. It felt like hours, but I knew it was only ten seconds or so before he scooped his white briefs back up around his waist and zipped up his jeans.
He moved toward the doorway again, most likely going to find my mom. "Wait," I said and standing up, undid my jeans and pulled my fully erect cock out. It oozed a slimy trail. He looked and raised an eyebrow. I thought for a minute his jaw would drop. He let out a quiet "Jesus." then turned toward the living room again to see if mom was close. "You certainly did grow up." He watched as I stroked my dick, right there in the kitchen. he kept glancing into the other room, then back at me. I couldn't control myself and started cumming. I grunted softly as a small spurt erupted and then the heavy white cum trickled from my pulsating cock. I knees shook and I sat back down. He just stared at me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. His attention finally snapped back. "You better put that away" he said quickly, "And get something to clean this up."
We wiped up my cum from the floor. I sat and finished my Pepsi, Gary just sat there quietly. My mom came back in the room with flourish. "You boys have a nice chat?"
"I think so." Gary said in the most convincing tone. "Yeah" I said softly.
"Tell Gary 'thank you'" Mom said. I stood slowly, hoping my dick wasn't still visible and said "thanks", I grabbed the Veggie Tales tape and ran upstairs.
The Veggie Tales that was definitely not Veggie Tales had three full movies on it. Early 80s porn Gary must have recorded off a satellite dish. I jerked off countless times to them.
A few days later it was Sunday and the whole family trotted off to church. Gary was there with his wife and he introduced me. I had seen her before but never officially met her. She smiled and said "Its so great to meet you. Gary told me all about you." She held the "all" out with a wispy drawl and smiled a too big smile. Gary asked if I could go over to their house after the service and my mom happily said yes. She patted Gary on the arm and said she was so glad that I finally had a father-figure in my life.
And my question from earlier was answered; I knew what exactly what it felt like to put it in his wife.