Jonathan wiped the sweat from his brow and then looked over to his son, his almost grown baby boy, and asked the question every father dreads.
"So, you ah…got any questions?"
Clark looked at his Dad, then the ground, a full face blush rising up to his hair line, and finally bit the bullet. It was now or never.
"So…there's a season? For mating and…other stuff?"
Oh gees, Jon knew it wouldn't be simple or easy, Martha had told him as much. He was hoping, however, that Clark would back away from this conversation like all the teens before him and eventually go find the information he was looking for in the locker room, maybe even a dirty magazine.
"Well, son, like I said the bulls and cows have a season. They know when it's time to conceive."
"Yeah but, like people, do they have a season?"
Jonathan let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead hoping the answers would fall from the sky.
"Girls do, I guess you could call it that. When they have there…you know monthly time, but most guys…well most guys are ready when the wind blows. Especially at your age."
Clark's face crumpled further. This really didn't make any sense. He could have sex when the wind blew? What did having sex have to do with the wind? What Clark really wanted to know, and was certain after this conversation, that his dad had no clue about was why he'd never had an erection like all the other boys talked about.
In fact, his lack of erections was the reason this whole conversation came to pass! It's not like he removed the lock on the bathroom door, or asked his Mom to walk in on him inspecting himself, or to be even a huger freak than was already established. Oh no, his stupid penis had refused to act like a normal male appendage at stiffen up already! So here he was, sweating in the orchard, sitting on a barrel watching his Dad attempt to explain the mechanics of 'sexual relations' so he would be 'prepared' when the time came and now he was even more confused than before this , soon to be erased from his mind, bonding moment began.
"So, son? Any other questions?"
The eye brow raise clued Clark in that his Dad was hoping there wouldn't be and since he didn't seem all that knowledgeable anyway, Clark gave up.
"Nope, I think I've heard enough. I mean, learned enough…for today."
Clark smiled sheepishly at his Dad and knew he was off the hook when his Dad cuffed him on the shoulder and stood up to stretch.
"Well, son, if you change your mind, you can always come to me about anything."
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Date: 2009-07-15 06:15 am (UTC)"So, you ah…got any questions?"
Clark looked at his Dad, then the ground, a full face blush rising up to his hair line, and finally bit the bullet. It was now or never.
"So…there's a season? For mating and…other stuff?"
Oh gees, Jon knew it wouldn't be simple or easy, Martha had told him as much. He was hoping, however, that Clark would back away from this conversation like all the teens before him and eventually go find the information he was looking for in the locker room, maybe even a dirty magazine.
"Well, son, like I said the bulls and cows have a season. They know when it's time to conceive."
"Yeah but, like people, do they have a season?"
Jonathan let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead hoping the answers would fall from the sky.
"Girls do, I guess you could call it that. When they have there…you know monthly time, but most guys…well most guys are ready when the wind blows. Especially at your age."
Clark's face crumpled further. This really didn't make any sense. He could have sex when the wind blew? What did having sex have to do with the wind? What Clark really wanted to know, and was certain after this conversation, that his dad had no clue about was why he'd never had an erection like all the other boys talked about.
In fact, his lack of erections was the reason this whole conversation came to pass! It's not like he removed the lock on the bathroom door, or asked his Mom to walk in on him inspecting himself, or to be even a huger freak than was already established. Oh no, his stupid penis had refused to act like a normal male appendage at stiffen up already! So here he was, sweating in the orchard, sitting on a barrel watching his Dad attempt to explain the mechanics of 'sexual relations' so he would be 'prepared' when the time came and now he was even more confused than before this , soon to be erased from his mind, bonding moment began.
"So, son? Any other questions?"
The eye brow raise clued Clark in that his Dad was hoping there wouldn't be and since he didn't seem all that knowledgeable anyway, Clark gave up.
"Nope, I think I've heard enough. I mean, learned enough…for today."
Clark smiled sheepishly at his Dad and knew he was off the hook when his Dad cuffed him on the shoulder and stood up to stretch.
"Well, son, if you change your mind, you can always come to me about anything."
"Thanks Dad."