Masturbation

By : Sam Persiana

Doel Sumbang’s song woke him up in the dawn. He had one missed call from his close friend. His friend and him would wake up each other for praying Tahajud. But Dadang was lazy enough at that time. That was early morning. As he took his handphone, he woke up, drinking a glass of water, standing on the mahogany round table. “Oh god, so cool and crisp.”

He frowned as watching a clock hanging on the wall. Oh, something must have wrong in his pants. He didn’t comfortable, it as if his thigh getting mild cool. He checked my pants, opening the zipper, his hand got in, sweeping his black cotton short pants. “Oh my god, very sticky. Wet dream.”

He tiptoed, walking to the toilet. He took a bath. The weather at that time was cold enough, for he didn’t live in a big smoke. His village was located in the foot of mountain. Thus, cold was his reason he would not take a bath, and wet dream was his reason to take a bath in the dawn.

Dadang was 15 years old. He’d just enrolled to senior high school. He was a clumsy teenager of curiousity. He grew up in puberty. Hismom said that puberty was an entrance to be an adult. He feel that was different. Something had changed enough, compared the previous term as a student of elementary till the third grade of junior high school. He started to love girl, the girl whom he admired. He became a young man, a dude who spent at least fifteen minutes in front of the mirror. You know, before schooling, Dadang would stand in front of the mirror. He looked his baby face, tried to make his messy hair tidy. Thereafter, he gave jelly to keep his hair good looking. Being a teenager was exciting anyway. Dadang felt the freedom getting closer. Yeah, “I want to break free,” Freedy Mercury said.

As if he had wings, and flied like birds. Singing all day. He was glad. Beside, he began to look for something new. It means that he would try something new. That’s one of reasons his friends became smokers, so did him. Like normal teenager, he could mingle. If the rest time had came, Dadang and his friends went to the canteen of Bi Ijah, he would hangout together. Certainly, he smoked secretly, avoiding the teacher’s oversight.

He would see porn video, sometimes. Yeah, Miyabi. She’s familiar in his ear. He had lust of love, but that’s stronger than before. He didn’t know, may be it’s owing to the fact that he was a true dreamer. Sometimes, he imagined the sexiest girl he had ever seen and met. However, his imagination was stronger than the others for he would dream every single time. He was a true dreamer.

That’s not only at his school, at my house. Wherever and whenever he was, when the loneliness terrorized him, he imagined the sexiest girl, and masturbated. Certainly, Masturbation served a satisfaction for him. His mind’s getting fresh again, the problems have gone awhile.

Time was running. He met some girls. They were his friends, classmates, or the girl whom he met at public places, such as gas station, hospital, or bus station. He would took herpicture secretly and he printed it as soon as possible.

Toilet was favorite place for masturbation. He would bring the girls’ photos he had just known, and he spent at least fifteen minutes in his private toilet. Thereafter, he took a bath. However, bedroom was considered as his best favorite place. But he masturbated at his bedroom if there’s no anyone at home. Masturbation at his bedroom was slightly different with the other places. He did it freely, whatever he want. He masturbated as he was watching film as potato couch, or reading hot magazines for instance.

He did it almost every single day. He became a weird boy. He felt lazy on the lesson whereas his friends would admired him as a clever student at his school. He was in a bad mood. The laziness terrorized him. He would leave the books, so the book hadn’tbecame a friend to him.

One day he was in bad mood, he took some photos of the sexiest girl. He masturbated as long as twenty minutes till he reached orgasm. Thereafter, he ejaculated. The sperm spread out on his short pants.

Dadang would masturbate on and on. He realized that masturbation was a bad habbit. He got more negative than positive effects. He became a forgetful person, and he worried that masturbation made his IQ decreased.

His school achievement declined. Masturbation had paralyzed his achievement. He would see 50 or 30 danced in front of him. Sometimes, his body endurance declined. Fatigue attacked him earlier when he had Penjaskes class. Dadang was feeling blue. He was not Dadang as he was a student of elementary school, an egghead of a mettle.

One day, Dadang was at house alone. His father went to the market with his mom. Suddenly, the loneliness covered his soul. The negative thinking came quickly. His sexual desire rose. He took magazine porn saved secretly in a cupboard. He masturbated on and on, drifting to his imagination. That was an awesome masturbation he had ever done. After a long time he was drifted to masturbation, he reached orgasm. Then, the sperm went out of his penis, sprinkle on his pants and the bed cover. He acted unconcerned, continuing masturbation till he felt tired. Dadang was tired like doing sport hard. As soon as possible, sleepy attacked him and he slept with his bedroom door unlocked. He forgot it.

His mother was coming. She summoned him from the living room. There was no reply. She put the luggage on the floor. She walked in the direction of Dadang’s bedroom. She knocked the door, “Dadang…Dadang.”

There were no response. His mother decided to get in to his bedroom. She was startled and yelled, “Dadangggggggggg……”

Dadang woke up. His hand still hold the penis alive with sperm. The magazine porn was opened on his chest. He was frightened. He was shamed. Her face blushed. He trembled like meeting a cruel monster.