Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 16:57:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Nathan Amsterdamn <nathanamsterdamn (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: The Neophyte (this is a new story)

The following story is an erotic work of fiction. There will be scenes of
bisexuality, heterosexuality and homosexuality depicted in the story or
combinations thereof. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this
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Subject line: The Neophyte

The Neophyte
By Nathan Amsterdamn

I lay there pinned to the floor beneath the weight of his body, speechless.
He sat on my chest smiling down at me, unbuttoning the fly of his Levis.
First he unbuttoned the top button and then the next almost making a
choreograph production of it. I don't know why, but for some reason I was
excited and filled with anticipation as the choreography played.

Once he reached the last button the opening at the crotch of his Levis
splay open in a V revealing white Jockey shorts with a sizeable bulge
hidden beneath the fabric. Slow and deliberate he hooked his thumbs in the
waistband of the shorts, whereby without a word he then began slowly
working the waistband down the pubic area.

My eyes widened, my mouth began to water and my breathing began to
increase. I watched the dark narrow trail of hair with anticipation.
Millimeter by millimeter the front of the underwear was inching downward
ready to unveil the hidden treasure.

Suddenly, an enormous semi-hard circumcised cock flopped out from behind
the curtain of secrecy only inches away from my face. He hooked the
waistband underneath his scrotum as I took in the fresh manly scent. I
stared at the exposed package in awe thinking what a magnificent sight. A
piece of manhood the likes I'd never seen before.

His scrotal sac appeared to be filled with nice pecan size nuts. I'd never
seen such a beautiful sight and was fascinated by the thrill of it all. My
cock had become stiff by the sight and smell before me. I wanted it, but
was hesitant. I couldn't understand why I felt confused, yet excited by the
sight before me. I wanted to touch it and taste it. I had a girlfriend who
was off attending college at the time this was happening.

Deb and I had been having sex since our sophomore year in high school, so I
didn't think I was queer. Over the years we'd been together Deb and I had
tried almost everything imaginable sexually, except intercourse. All the
time we were together she would not relent and let me fuck her, even if I
used a condom. She never told me why.

I didn't suffer penetration remorse because we learned how to please each
other in so many other ways without engaging in intercourse. Actually, Deb
had taught me almost everything I knew about sex during our high school
relationship. She was a year older than me. I'd been accelerated in grade
school, so when we first met we were freshmen. She had a steady boyfriend
who was older, a senior, when we first met. However, after he graduated and
went onto college out of state our relationship began to blossom.

Soon our relationship became more than holding hands and an occasional kiss
at school. Our sex life started for us I would imagine much in the same way
it begins for other teens. We began to experiment sexually fully clothed,
just making out at first, and then heavy petting kissing and touching that
led to sexual arousal. However, I was the neophyte when it came to sex. I
was the learner, and she was the more experienced teacher.

Oh sure, I'd masturbated and even participated in a little mutual
masturbation with my buds as a youngster. I discovered at a very early age
touching my penis brought about an erection and feelings of pleasure.
However, the pleasures to which my teacher introduced me went far beyond
the act of sexually pleasing myself.

For some unexplained reason boys grow up thinking they know it all when it
comes to sex simply because they are guys. I don't' think so. I let Deb
take the lead during the early months of our relationship. She taught me
the art of tactile touching, whereby we would stimulate each other's
erogenous zones. I soon discovered that she possessed a profuse personality
for sexual interaction with a proclivity for sex that was far beyond me and
advanced for her years.

The teacher and I had a lot in common. We were both academically ahead of
most of our peers; we were good athletes and almost had the same color
hair. Deb was a strawberry blonde; whereas, my hair was more an auburn hue,
but we both presented the same shade of red in our pubic areas. Deb
possessed average size breasts for a teenager with very appealing nipples.

Once I got to see them Deb's nipples fascinated me. I quickly develop a
taste for those ever so succulent little nubs. If I breathed on them they
would snap to attention, getting as hard as my cock, just as quickly. My
nipples had been a cause for some discomfort during my school years. Not
only were my nipples outies just rubbing against the fabric of my T-shirt
would bring the little bumps to life. They became instantaneously erect
showing up as protrusions on the front of my shirts.

I didn't have man boobs, but did have well-developed pectorals, so with
well-define pecs my nipples were visible to all when wearing nothing but a
T-shirt. My nipples were not as large as Deb's; however, they did stand out
from my chest about three eights of an inch and were every bit as thick as
an eraser on the end of a pencil. Deb enjoyed them and considered them to
be succulent. The first few weeks of our relationship we spent much time
making out fully clothed, learning about each other's bodies. I would
discover that Deb enjoyed dry humping.

When we were making out we would position ourselves so my hard cock aligned
with her vagina. Deb would then lock her legs around my waist spurring me
onto action. As we continued to date the frotting became more intense, dry
humping in our underwear. She would position the head of my cock to line up
with the top of her vagina where it would stimulate her clit as we rocked
back and forth.

As she spurred me on she would whisper rather loudly in my ear how much she
wanted me. Breathless we would rock back and forth and say things like, "Oh
yes, oh yeah fuck me baby. Fuck me, make me cum baby."

Deb having an orgasm was the least of our concerns. After the first dry
humping experience we discovered that we would have to put down a bath
towel, because the cushion on the couch had a huge wet spot on it when we
finished. I couldn't get my homework or practice done fast enough to meet
up with Deb every evening at her babysitting job.

Once the kids were put to bed we would begin making out while listening to
music or watching television. Both of us were in good shape physically. She
was a dancer and softball player. I was a baseball player and wrestler, so
we both possessed excellent physiques. As we made out which always seemed
to end dry humping to orgasms Deb quickly discovered which of my erogenous
zone buttons to stimulate. I swiftly learned about hers. One night she
discovered that she could make me cum playing with my nipples.

At first I was a little self-conscious about the fact that my nipples were
such a great source of sexual pleasure. I had heard that only girls derived
sexual gratification from nipple play. I'll never forget the night she
discovered that my nipples were sensitive to touch. I was sitting on the
floor between her legs, as I did many times, whereby she was massaging my
neck.

To my delight after a few minutes of massage her hands moved down the front
of my T-shirt where she began to stimulate my nipples, flicking and
rubbing, whereby they immediately became erect. As she worked the hard
bumps on my chest I began to squirm and sigh blissfully, signifying
pleasure of her touch.

Deb continued playing with my nipples for about fifteen minutes while
kissing around my ear and neck, then suddenly I let out a sigh of pleasure
-- I'd cum in my pants. She whispered into the ear that she'd been kissing
and nuzzling, "We're going to have to work on that. You came too quickly."

After a few more days of training dedicated to cum control we moved from
nipple stimulation onto oral genital pleasuring. I had never had a blowjob
before, but it was evident that she had given blowjobs before. The first
time she took the head of my cock into her wet mouth I was hooked like a
drug addict to heroin. She was an expert. No, for a teenager Deb was an
artist when it came to performing fellatio as well as when it came to
teaching me how to control my orgasms.

When it came to oral pleasure she was a master of her craft. Deb's tongue
was one of her most talented assets. She taught me how to reciprocate using
my tongue with expertise to satisfy her.

Oh My God, once I perfected giving head the girl could cum and cum and
cum. Her clit when aroused grew from the size of a garden pea to the size
small strawberry; it would turn red, standing at attention much like my
cock, awaiting each soft caress. She would give out with muffled squeals of
pleasure as I would brush my tongue across the top of it and give it a
little special swirl. Over time I developed my own special little
techniques to titillate that sensory button at the top of the vulva.

After a few weeks of schooling in the art of giving head I could make Deb
squirm and twitch uttering unintelligible moans and groans, whereby she
would orgasm multiple times before forcing my head away from between her
thighs. Soon we were performing six-nine style at least three to four times
a week. It was about this time that she made another discovery, making me
aware that my asshole was sensitive to touch.

One night while we were orally pleasing each other her finger tip slipped
from my scrotum moving down the taint where her fingernail grazed my
asshole, causing me to jump and yelp for joy. As she nursed my cock she
continued playing with my tight pucker, flicking the sensitive area with
her finger nail causing me to continue squirming, moaning and groaning. She
released my cock from her mouth asking, "Have you ever been fucked back
there."

"No!" I said emphatically.

"You want to try letting me finger your asshole?"

I wasn't sure I wanted anyone sticking anything up my ass, so I asked,
"Have you ever taken finger or a guy's cock back there?"

"No, Alex was way too big, but I've used my vibrator back there. That's so
bitchin."

"Really," I said.

"Yeah, I'd let you do me back there if you want."

I felt somewhat crushed by that statement about size. I felt she was
basically telling me that I had a small cock, but I knew I was bigger than
average. So, I asked, "Is that why you won't let me screw you because my
cock isn't big enough?"

"Oh Hell no baby, that's not what I meant. Your dick is hella big enough to
satisfy me."

In the meantime my cock had deflated after such a devastating comment, so
she repositioned facing me and said, "Sometimes guys can be too damn
big. You've got a perfect dick baby. It's just that Alex was hung like King
Kong and he didn't have the finesse of touch you have baby."

I didn't reply. I was still a little hurt that Deb thought my cock didn't
measure up. So I asked, "How big was he?"

"He was about eight inches long and probably at least six inches thick,
maybe seven or eight. I never measured it. His thickness was the killer."

"How were you able to take something that big in your mouth?"

"I couldn't," She said, "I would just lick around the head. He would try to
push my head down on it. Hell, I couldn't close my hand around the damn
thing it was so huge, much less take all of it in my mouth."

"Why did you date him?" I asked.

"He was a big jock and had a reputation at school. Oh, by the way, now
you've got something of a reputation as being pretty well endowed because
we're dating," Deb replied with a grin.

"Well, that makes me feel a little better," I replied.

"Baby, your dick is big enough to satisfy me, but your fingers and tongue
are way more talented than Alex. Moreover, we've got something real special
between us. Most guys don't have a clue about making love to a girl, you
do. They think all it takes to make love is a big dick. We've worked
together and you've learned the greatest lesson of lovemaking -- foreplay."

"I guess I owe all that to you baby," I replied.

"No, I just showed you where and how women enjoy being touched to stimulate
them sexually. You were a great learner. You've got great finesse when it
comes to touch and satisfying me."

I leaned forward kissing her passionately on her lips. Our bodies closed
together in a tight hot embrace.

"When I get done babysitting tonight will you spend the night with me? My
folks are out of town for the long weekend."

"Sure, I just have to call my mom and let her know I won't be home," I
advised.

I thought to myself maybe I was finally going to get lucky and Deb was
going to let my one-eyed trouser snake sneak a peak at the inner workings
of her pussy. I made the call to my mom and talked my way into spending the
night with a friend on the wrestling team. Anyway, it was a four day
weekend, so Thursday was Deb's last night of babysitting until the next
Monday.

Once we got to Deb's house we stripped out of our clothing and took a long
sensuous shower together. There was much kissing and making out in the
shower. I noticed that she paid special attention to my asshole, cleansing
it thoroughly. I reciprocated using the flexible shower head as she'd done
with me, cleaning her up. When the water started to cool we rinsed, dried
and then slid under the big comforter on Deb's queen size bed.

After a good bit of cuddling, hugging and kissing Deb coaxed me into
turning opposite each other so we could six-nine. We moved into position
whereby we began pleasuring each other. After a few minutes of oral genital
stimulation I felt Deb move to a position where she had better access to my
bottom side. Unexpectedly, I felt her tongue slither down my taint touching
my asshole.

Wow! I'd never experienced tongue contact on my asshole before, what great
foreplay. I began twitching and squirming as the unexpected intruder
continued performing, her tongue lightly flicking around my sphincter. I
knew we were clean down there, so after a few minutes I decided to return
the favor.

I followed her lead duplicating all her moves. As soon as my tongue moved
from her pussy I began kissing and licking my way down her taint area
working towards her asshole. When my tongue hit the target she began
vocalizing her pleasure. Deb had been a vocal person since we began
engaging in sex, something she'd taught me, but that night she was
squealing with delight.

Boys learn early not to utter sounds when performing sexually. Guys
couldn't chance getting caught by our parents when we would masturbate of a
night in the bedroom. However, I was enjoying my new found freedom of vocal
expression.

I was brought out of my moments of memory by a voice asking, "So, what do
think of it?"

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "That is a sight."

"Do you want to play with it or kiss it?"

Again, I was somewhat confused and tormented by the situation before me. I
wanted to touch it. Hell, I wanted to take it in my mouth and taste it, but
I feared being labeled if I did anything. I didn't want this guy to go
blabbing around that I was queer. However, I was excited. My cock was
straining for release inside my pants. I thought maybe just some mutual
masturbation might quench my desire for what was before me.

[Okay, now that I've teased you [my readers] who do you think the guy is
sitting on my chest? Will I go for his beautiful cock or wait a while?]