Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 12:20:14 GMT
From: "user459@netzero.net" <user459@netzero.net>
Subject: Bisexual/Young Friends/ Blind-Brian 6

I awoke in the morning feeling pretty good.  Between the nap I took
yesterday afternoon and the good sleep I had last night, I felt like my
batteries had been recharged.  I guess I needed the sleep.  I was sure that
my body needed time to restore my sperm reserves.  It wasn't used to
putting out like it had yesterday!  I got up and stumbled to the bathroom
and waited at the bowl until my morning hard on went down enough to allow a
stream of piss to start flowing.  I had my dick pulled out of the fly of
the pajamas I had worn to bed.  It seemed so strange to find myself in
pajamas, but I kind of liked it.

I dropped the pajamas on the floor and stepped into the shower I had
started.  The warm water felt good and helped to wake me up.  It was only
7:00, but I had to get ready to go do my thing at Brian's.  I was really
looking forward to it.  Who would have thought I would like hanging around
with a blind kid?  I was beginning to see him as more than that.  He had so
much more going for him and I was amazed at his abilities and coping
skills.  I had already learned so much from him and I couldn't wait to
teach him what I had learned from Lisa.  I had to put those thoughts out of
my head for the time being, or else I'd end up with another hard on!

I dressed and grabbed a quick breakfast with my Mom before heading out the
door and walking to the Whites' house.  Mrs. White met me at the door and
gave me a rundown on the activities for the day.  Brian was to shower, have
breakfast, and be ready for his piano lesson at 10:00.  After that, we were
pretty much on our own.  She showed me what was in the house for lunch,
where the cold drinks were, and left a list of emergency numbers on the
counter.

"I'm so glad you agreed to do this," she said, "It means so much to me and
Brian really seems to like you."

"No problem," I said.  "I like him, too.  I think we are both learning from
each other."  She smiled and grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Feel free to have some breakfast with Brian," she said as she left.  I
hadn't heard anything from Brian's room.  He must still be sleeping, I
thought.

I poured myself some coffee and took a couple of sips of the hot, dark
brew.  I liked it black with no sugar or anything.  It seemed to help me
focus and clear my head.  I put the cup down and headed upstairs towards
Brian's room.  I expected to find him under the covers, snoring softly,
with that messed up hair on his pillow.  I wasn't prepared for what I saw
when I opened his door.  He was lying on his back on the bed with his
pajamas on and a smile!  His arms were up above his head and hands
intertwined behind his head.  At his midsection, his little peter was
standing tall out of the fly of his pajamas and pulsing along with his
heartbeat.

"What took you so long?" he asked, snickering.

"I had to get my orders from your mother and I had some coffee," I
answered.  "What if it had been her instead of me finding you with your
pecker on display?"  I walked over next to the bed.

"I recognized your walk; it's much different from Mom's.  I could tell you
had coffee; I smelled it when you came into the room," he said.  "You also
used a different deodorant this morning, didn't you?"  How did he know
that, I wondered?  I had forgotten I had randomly picked up a different
deodorant this morning.

"Very observant!" I commented.  "I farted as I was coming up the stairs.
Did you smell that, too?"

"No, but I heard it!" he replied and started laughing.  I latched onto his
ribs and started tickling him.  His hands quickly came down and tried to
stop me, but I persisted as he writhed and laughed on the bed.

"Stop it!  Come on! Stop!" he begged, "I'm going to pee if you keep it up!"
I quit tickling him and he gasped for breath.  "I really have to go."  He
got up and felt his way to the bathroom.  I heard a strong stream hit the
water and go on for a few minutes.  He came back into the room, stark naked
and walked toward the bed.  He must have stripped off after he pee'd.  He
put his hands out when he was near me and ran into my chest.

"Feel better now?" I asked.

"Much better," he answered.  "I thought I was going to pee all over the
bed!"  As he talked, his fingertips ran over me, reacquainting him with my
form.  I had a tee shirt and jeans on today and I felt his hands go to the
denim fabric covering my rear.  "Ah, jeans today," he observed.  He got
bolder and reached my front and cupped my crotch.  I wasn't all the way
hard, but had plumped up a bit from watching him walk in naked.  His dick
had gone flaccid after his trip to the bathroom, but now I saw it lengthen
as he investigated the front of my jeans.

I couldn't help myself, but I took his penis between my thumb and first two
fingers of my hand, like I used to do when mine was the size of his.  I
moved the skin back and forth as it hardened to my touch.  He put his hand
on my chest to steady himself and took in a deep breath.

"It feels so good when someone else does it," he observed.  He rocked back
and forth, pushing his crotch towards my fingers in time with my stroking.
I knew he was getting a little too excited too soon.

"Bri, let's go a little slower today," I said.  "We've got some stuff to do
this morning, so let's take care of that and then we'll have time later.
I've got a lot to show you."  I reluctantly let go and he lowered himself
from his tiptoes and stepped back.

"Yeah, OK," he said.  "I was just looking forward to this."

"Do you want breakfast first or shower first?" I asked.

"Well, since I'm already naked...." he answered.  He lifted his arm and
sniffed his armpits, one by one.  Then he ran his fingers through the
crease where his balls met his thigh and brought them up to his nose for a
sniff.  Convinced by the smells that he really did need a shower he pulled
me by the hand to the bathroom.  "We can have breakfast later."  I turned
on the water and adjusted the temperature before helping him in the shower.
I knew he didn't really need the help, but that's what I was here for.  I
closed the shower curtain and sat on the toilet seat.

"Doing OK?" I asked.

"Can you hand me the shampoo?" he asked, "And can you wash my back,
please?"  I opened the shower curtain partway from the back so I didn't get
soaked and poured some shampoo in my hand.

"Get your hair wet and I'll wash it for you," I said.  He put his head
under the water and I lathered up his hair.  "Now rinse it good."  I found
the washcloth and the bar of soap and gently pulled him to my end of the
tub so I wouldn't get soaked.  I began at his shoulders and ran the soapy
cloth around on his back.  I lifted one arm and scrubbed his armpit.

"Hey, I already did those!" he protested.

"I'm just making sure," I said.  I don't want to hang around with a stinky
boy."  I did the other one, too, and then moved down his back.  I skipped
over his rear end and got on my knees to wash his legs and feet.  I spent
some time on his feet, getting between the toes and giving his a good foot
massage.  I dropped the washcloth and ran my bare soapy hands back up his
legs to where they met.  I massaged the two white globes of his ass and
cleaned them well before soaped up again and let the fingers of my right
hand slide into his crevice.  I cleaned from top to bottom and let my
fingertips graze his anus.  He jumped a bit at first, but then let out a
contented sigh.

"That feels nice," he said.  I circled around his pucker with my middle
finger and he moaned again.  I took this as encouragement and pressed
lightly on it with my finger tip.  He gasped.

"Tell me if it hurts, OK?" I asked.  He shook his head and I pressed until
my finger had sunk up to the first knuckle.  Brian squirmed a bit, but
didn't tell me to stop.  I stayed at that depth and worked my finger around
and felt the tight muscle of his sphincter.  I didn't want to startle him.
I reached my left hand around to his front and took hold of his hard prong.
I wrapped my slippery hand around it and pumped it up and down over the
surface.  His thrusting into my fist got him distracted from what was going
on in his rear and his backwards thrusts were pushing him farther onto my
finger.  I just let it happen with very little effort on my part.  Soon my
finger was in far enough that I could feel a little nubbin inside.  When I
touched it, Brian moaned and quivered.

"What the heck was that?" he asked.  I ran my finger over it again and got
another response.

"That's your prostate," I explained.

"Oh man!" he exclaimed.  "I don't care what it is, it's gonna make me cum!"
He rose up on his toes and thrust into my fist.  I thought he was going to
pinch my finger off with his sphincter.  He froze and yelped and I felt
pulses in hid cock that signaled he was cumming.  I watched as the head of
his dick spewed a few drops of cum and dribbled more down the shaft and
onto my hand.  I pulled my finger out of his rear and let him regain his
composure.  When his breathing returned to normal, I rinsed him off and
helped him step out of the tub and onto the bathmat.

"That was awesome!" Brian said.  "I'm glad you did that or I'd never be
able to concentrate on my piano lesson."  As I was toweling him off, he
reached for my right hand and lifted it to his nose so he could smell any
residual odors that could have lingered from its foray into his nether
regions.  He sniffed deeply and isolated the finger that was used to probe
his ass.

"Why do you do that all the time?" I asked, rather incredulity.

"Do what?"

"Sniff and smell stuff,"

"I don't know, I just do," he said.  "I have to rely on my sense of smell
to tell me stuff I can't see, I guess."

"Oh, right." I said sheepishly."  "I'm sorry, I didn't think of that.  For
a minute I forgot you can't see, and I take it for granted that I can."
While I was on my knees, drying him off, he put his hands on either side of
my head and kissed me on the lips.  It was such a tender, yet passionate
kiss that It grabbed all of my attention.  I stopped drying him and drew
him into my arms.  I returned the kiss and felt, at that moment, that we
had just connected on a whole different level.  I had this naked boy in my
arms and I could feel his flesh close to me and his lips pressed to mine.
I probed his lips with my tongue and he greeted me with his.  I never felt
anything like it; even Lisa's kisses were not as passionate or meaningful.
Of course, with Lisa it was just sex education.  This was different.  The
message got through to my crotch first, and then to my brain.  As much as I
wanted this to escalate, I had to stop the train now and get back on track.

"Wow!  That was a surprise!" I said as I broke the kiss.  "A very nice
surprise, but we have to get ready for your piano lesson."

"I just felt like doing that," he said.  "You have been so kind and
understanding with me and I wanted to let you know that I love you."  Now
that was a shocker!  I hadn't thought of `love' as such, but I guess I had
feelings for him, too.

"I love you too, Brian," I said and pulled him back into my arms for a good
hug.  "Now let's get you dressed and fed."  All the while he was getting
dressed and having breakfast, he seemed happier than I had remembered
seeing him.  He smiled and laughed and was in good spirits.  When he
finished breakfast, we went into the family room and I turned on the TV and
tuned to the Cartoon Network.  I know they're silly, but they amuse me.

Brian seemed to know the characters even though he couldn't see them.  When
a new voice came on, he would ask who it was and what he looked like.  I
took the lead and began explaining the action to him as it happened.  He
enjoyed it and leaned on me the whole time.  I had to turn off the TV and
answer the door when the doorbell rang.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Lee and I'm here for Brian's piano lesson," the slight
Asian man said.

"Hi, I'm Mike," I said.  I extended my hand, but he walked brusquely past
me and into the family room.  He must be used to finding different people
here with Brian.

"Now let's get to it, young man," he said to Brian.  Brian got up from the
couch and Mr. Lee took him by the elbow and rushed him to the piano.  "Now,
show me what you remember from last week's lesson.  Brian said nothing, but
positioned his hands and began to play the notes of some piano exercise.  I
found it all very boring, though I was amazed at how he could find the
right keys.  He made a couple mistakes and was sternly corrected by
Mr. Lee.

I retreated to the kitchen and found some leftover coffee in the pot.  I
heated up a cup in the microwave, turned on the little kitchen TV and
resumed my cartoon watching until the hour was up.  I heard Mt. Lee give
Brian some last instructions and then he left.  I heard the door close and
went in to see how Brian was doing.  I locked the front door after him and
looked over to the piano: Brian was sitting on the piano bench with his
head held down, mumbling to himself.

"What's the matter, Brian," I asked.  He lifted his head and I could see
his dark eyes filled with tears.  I went and sat next to him and pulled him
to my chest.

"I hate him!" he spit out.  "He's mean and cold and he smells like garlic!"

"To tell you the truth, I didn't like him much, either," I said.  "He
barely acknowledged me and I thought he was not very nice to you.  Why do
you keep him as a teacher?"

"Mom says he's the best around, but she's never here when he comes to see
what a prick he is," he said.  "Does he look like a prick, Mike?  I mean, I
imagine him looking like one."

"Well, he looks rather stern," I answered, "but he doesn't have a big slit
in his forehead and a set of hairy balls hanging from his neck!"  Brian
laughed at that one and playfully punched me in the side.

"Now I'm going to have that picture of him implanted in my brain!" he said
giggling.  "Instead of garlic, he'll smell like crotch!"  He broke up at
his own joke and I laughed along with him.  I took him by the elbow as
Mr. Lee had and led him quickly away from the piano.

"Where are you taking me?" he said pleadingly.

"We will see how you remember your sex lessons," I barked in a mocking
tone.  He giggled and willingly went along with the gag.  I led him
upstairs to his room.

"What do we do now?" he asked.  "Are you going to show me what you did with
that girl?  Tell me all about it."  I pulled him over to sit next to me on
the bed.

"She told me that it is a little like baseball," I explained.

"Baseball?" he questioned.  He didn't see the connection yet.

"Yeah," I said.  "When you get with a girl, it's like this: first base is
when you get to kiss her, second base is when you get to play with her
tits, third base is when you get to touch her pussy, and home plate is when
you get to fuck her."  He got a quizzical look on his face.

"I know what kissing is and I think I know what tits and pussy are," he
said.  "Tits are breasts and pussy is her vagina, right?  But I'm not sure
about the fucking part."

"Right," I said.  "Breasts are called a lot of things, like tits, boobs,
knockers, melons, hooters, fun bags, and such.  Girls are usually OK with
calling them boobs, I guess, but sometimes the other names can make them
upset.  You are probably safe calling a vagina a pussy, but there are other
names you might only want to use with the guys.  They will call it a slit,
gash, snatch, twat, and cunt.  Steer clear of the last one, cunt, around
girls.  They usually hate that word."  Brian giggled a little when I said
the word.

"I've even heard my Mom and my aunt call them boobs, so I guess that's
safe," Brian said.  "I've only heard the word vagina before, though.  It's
in a Braille book I have on growing up.  It uses the words penis, vagina,
and breasts."

"By the way, a penis can be a dick, cock, prick, pecker, rod, or a peter.
When it gets hard it is called a hard on, boner, or a stiffy," I added.
"You had better still use the proper names around your Mom or other adults,
though."

"I know what my Mom's and my Aunt's boobs feel like from giving them hugs,
but I've never touched them, at least not since I was a baby," he said.
"And I did feel Tina's a little, but they aren't really much bigger than
mine or yours.  Can you tell me more about fucking?"

"It won't take long before she fills them out," I assured him.  "Right now
is more important that she is so willing.  They probably referred to sexual
intercourse in your books, right?"

"Oh yeah," he said, "I remember that.  "That's when the man puts his penis
into the woman's vagina to have babies, isn't it?"

"Basically, but it is also for fun and to show how they love each other," I
added.  "A guy slides his dick into a girl's pussy and moves it back and
forth like I did with my hand on your dick in the shower.  The girl usually
pushes back, too, and gets excited.  The guy either shoots his cum into her
pussy or a condom or pulls it out before he cums so she won't get
pregnant."

"Do girls cum, too?" he asked.

"Yes, girls can cum, but not really like guys," I answered.  "They get
excited, especially when you rub the right spot in their pussy, but I don't
think they squirt out cum or semen like we do."

"So, do I call it sexual intercourse or fucking?" he asked.

"I would stick to the intercourse thing when talking to adults," I
explained, "But we call it fucking, screwing, boning, banging, boffing,
making love, doing the horizontal hula, and other graphic words."

"I like the word fuck," he said.

"So do I!" I said.  "I heard once that it comes from the old English or
German word for thrusting.  But that's enough about words, do you want to
start your lessons now?"

"Yes!" he said.  I leaned over and kissed him and he eagerly kissed me
back.  We kissed gently and passionately for a few minutes, then
reluctantly stopped.

"That's first base," I declared.  I reached over and put my hand on his
chest and massaged his boy boob.  He seemed to enjoy it, so I slid my hand
up under his shirt and got some skin on skin contact.  I massaged the flesh
of his breasts and then began to concentrate of the nipples.  I broke the
kiss momentarily to instruct him.

"Their nipples are very sensitive and it helps them get into a sexy mood
when you play with them," I explained.  I sounded like such an expert when
I had only ever had one set of tits in my hands, and that was my cousin's!
"Oh, and I have to tell you, they will usually be wearing a bra.  I really
don't have a clue about how to get them off.  Hopefully the girl will do
it."

"I've felt them in the wash before," he said.  "There's some sort of hook
arrangement in the back, I think."

"I'll find out more about that and save it for our next lesson," I offered.
"Besides, I don't think Tina is much beyond a training bra and you can
probably get your hand right up inside it and push it up."  I lifted his
shirt up and off and I pushed him flat on the bed.  I brought my head to
his chest and began licking and sucking his nipples.  He flinched at first,
but then started enjoying it.

"Whew," he said, "I never knew that would feel so good for a boy!"  I kept
it up for a few minutes before I stopped.  His face was flushed and his
little nipples were hard.  I could see the front of his shorts tenting out
too.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"It was awesome!" he answered.  He put his hand in the middle of my chest
and pushed me gently.  I took the hint and got on my back on the bed.
Without a word, he mimicked what I had done to him.  He straddled my legs
and gently felt both of my breasts with his hands.  I looked into his face
while he massaged the flesh of them and then felt the hardening nipples.
He took them between his thumbs and forefingers and explored their
hardness.  I felt a jolt go through my body and involuntarily jerked.  He
bent down and licked one and then the other before taking one in his lips
and applying some suction.  His touch was so gentle and so exciting!  I
could feel from where he was straddling that we were both hard, but I
didn't want to acknowledge that yet.

"I think we've covered second base," I said.  He giggled and moved over to
suck the other one for a minute.  When he was satisfied with his work, he
sat up on his haunches, still straddling me.

"How are we going to do third base without a vagina?" he asked.  I had been
thinking the same thing and had formulated a sketchy plan.  I would have to
go with the next best thing and some training aids.

"Lie down here beside me," I instructed him.  I caressed his chest once
again and then let my hand wander down across his belly and to the elastic
of his shorts.  I let my hand slide under his shorts and his underwear and
caressed the smooth area almost to the root of his dick.  I detoured around
it and felt the crease where his leg met his thigh.  "Up to here, you're
pretty much the same as a girl, but you've got that dick and balls in the
way.  Bend your knees and put your feet flat on the bed."  As he did so, I
skirted around his balls and felt the area between his scrotum and his
anus.  "This is where a girl's pussy is.  It's a slit that opens up and
then there are lips and a hole inside.  It usually gets warm and quite wet
with her juices.  It's hard to explain, but you have to feel around to find
the right spots."

"So, how am I going to feel what it's like?" Brian asked.  I thought some
more.

"Wait right here," I said and got off the bed and went down to the kitchen.
I looked around and found what I was looking for right on the counter.  It
was a juicy ripe tomato.  I found a sharp knife and carefully cut a slit in
it from top to bottom.  Then I put my finger in it and scooped out the
seeds and most of that jelly like goo inside.  I grabbed a couple paper
towels and went back to Brian's room.  I lay back on the bed and took his
hand.  "OK, try this."  I put his hand on my chest and he got the idea and
felt his way down to my shorts He slid his hand down and felt the area I
had felt on him.

"There's hair there," he observed.

"Yes, but I don't expect you'll find too much on Tina," I said.  I let him
feel around some more and then I slipped my shorts and briefs off.  I
tucked my hard dick back between my legs the best I could and held the
tomato in my crotch.  I took his hand and brought it to the fruit.

"What the heck is that?" he asked.  "I smell a tomato!"

"Well, it is, but it's as close as I can think of," I said.  I guided his
hand and pressed his middle finger into the slit I had made.

"Oh wow!" he said.  It's all slippery inside."  He gave it a good feel and
ran his finger up and down the slit.  "Is that really what it feels like?"

"Not exactly, but it's as close as I can think of.  There's one more thing
I can think of that may give you the idea," I said.  I reached for my
shorts and extracted my trusty tube of Lubriderm.  I put some on my finger
and lubed up the area around my asshole and slid my finger up it just a bit
and spread some lube around.

"What are you doing?" he asked.  He was sniffing the air, looking for a
clue.  I bent my knees and spread my legs.  I guided his hand down past my
balls to my anus and pressed his finger into the crease.  He felt around
and let his finger slide up and down my crack until he felt my wrinkled
pucker.

"That's it," I said, "Press in right there."  He applied some pressure and
his middle finger slid it pretty easily.

"Is that your bum hole?" he asked as he pressed and twisted his finger in
there.  "Does it hurt?"

"No," I answered, "It feels kind of good.  Put another finger in there."
He did and he slid them in as far as he could.  He started moving them in
and out and brushed up against my prostate.  I jumped a little when he
touched it.

"Is that your prostate?" he asked.

"Yeah, it felt really good there for a second," I said.  He took hold of my
hard dick with his other hand and lightly stroked it while he frigged my
ass.

"Mike, can I, uh.." he mumbled.

"What, Bri?"  I said.  I had a feeling what he wanted to ask me.  I put my
hand on the back of his head pressed it down until his lips made contact
with the head of my dick.  Without a word, he opened up and took it into
his mouth.  He did what I had done to him before and I was amazed at how
much of it he got into his mouth.  He was doing an incredible job on my
dick for his first time.  He seemed to remember what I had done to him and
he ran his tongue expertly over my head when he came up to the top and I
didn't feel any teeth as he dove back down on it.  He kept up a steady pace
on my dick and made regular contact with my prostate until I felt the old
familiar build-up in my balls.  It felt so goo, I let it go as far as I
could.

"I'm going to cum, Brian," I wheezed.  He made no effort to stop and, in
fact, seemed to pick up the pace.  He earnestly twiddled my prostate, which
brought me to the next level.  I couldn't stop now if I wanted to.  I
spread my legs even further and arched my back.  All my concentration went
to my groin and I felt my cum coursing from my balls and seeking an exit
from my body.  I looked down and saw this young boy with his lips stretched
over my dick and I got even harder and starting shooting into his mouth
while the intense feelings or orgasm washed over me.  I almost lost
consciousness and became aware of my rapid breathing as the feelings
subsided.  I had forgotten, in that moment, that I was cumming in Brian's
mouth for the first time.  I opened my eyes to see him still nursing on my
dick.  I was getting that sensitive feeling and pulled my dick out of his
mouth and pulled him up into my arms on the bed.  He snuggled into my
chest.

"That was nice," he said.

"That was great!" I sighed.  "I didn't mean to cum in your mouth.  Why
didn't you stop when I warned you?"

"I didn't want to stop," he said.  "I wanted to have taste it and have your
cum inside me."  I pulled him even closer and he raised his face so I could
kiss him and taste my own cum on his lips.

"Let's rest and we'll continue our lessons later," I suggested.  He nodded
and we dozed in each other's arms.