Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:02:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boyhood Sex Lessons
Boyhood Sex Lessons
By Bill
I was sitting up in the branches of the big maple tree in
the back corner of our yard. It seemed like I had spent
the whole summer up there, hiding out from the world,
reading books, and daydreaming. I wasn't hanging out
with friends, because I had no real friends. (Sometimes I
would debate with myself whether that was a problem, or
if I actually preferred being a loner.)
It was late August, late morning on a weekday, and there
didn't seem to be anyone around the neighborhood but me.
The Carolina heat and humidity had already risen to their
usual levels of oppression, bringing a sweat whenever you
so much as walked around. In one hand I held a book that
was quite unlike my usual diet of history and SciFi
stuff. It was a romance novel titled "Passion on the
Prairie" that I had snuck from the drawer of my mother's
bedside table. My other hand was inside the elastic
waistband of my khaki shorts. Inside my underpants too.
I was blissfully fondling my boner as I re-read the
book's "good parts". My whole body tingled as I got to
the passage on page 127, which I had almost memorized in
the 3 days since I'd first discovered the racy paperback.
Sarah had never been kissed like that - never really
been kissed before at all -- and she gasped for breath.
And when the handsome cowboy began unfastening the
small pearl buttons at the neck of the school
teacher's prim white blouse, she felt her sense of
propriety battling with her sense of adventure.
"No," she murmured. "Don't!" But her protest lacked
any conviction, and she did nothing to stop him from
continuing down the row of buttons. He slowly pulled
the blouse open to reveal her soft mounds, heaving
with each excited breath. His hand cupped a warm,
smooth globe as he wantonly kissed her mouth again.
I had no idea what it was like to feel a woman's breast.
I'd never even seen one... except for pictures of native
women in National Geographic magazine. I'd never been
kissed either, but it excited me to read about such
things.
The touch of his lips, the stroking of his hands, and
the closeness of his strong body combined to fan the
flames of desire that she had suppressed for so long.
"Best take off that skirt, schoolmarm. Don't want to
muss-up yore purty clothes."
"I... I shouldn't. It wouldn't be right," said Sarah.
But the tone of her voice gave lie to the words.
"You know that you want this," said the cowboy in a
soft but deeply-resonant voice, as he opened his
trousers and freed his rigid manhood. He guided her
hand down, wrapping her slender fingers around it. At
first she was frightened by its pulsating power. But
almost instantly she experienced an overwhelming
desire to explore it, to feel its smoothness and
heat, to discover the secrets of its mysterious
throbbing masculinity.
Now THAT was something I knew about! I hadn't discovered
masturbation yet, but I had definitely discovered my
cock. My adolescent growth spurt had begun earlier in
the year, and as my body was growing taller and thinner,
my cock grew as well -- longer and fatter. It had gone
from little-boy size to an erection that appeared to me
(never having seen another boy's or man's erection) to be
surprisingly large. And it had happened over just a few
months.
Almost anything -- and sometimes nothing at all - could
cause me to get a boner (not that I knew that word, or
any other slang term for a stiff penis). Looking at a
Sears catalogue, I would find exciting eroticism in the
pictures of boys modeling underpants and the young-teen
girls in ads for bras and panties. Pictures of busty
movie starlet's wearing bikinis could certainly do it
too. But so could watching the varsity athletes who had
returned to college in mid-summer to train on the
University's football and soccer fields, only a short
bike-ride from my house.
And whenever I stood in front of the mirror that was
mounted on the back of my bedroom door, and stripped off
my clothes, my penis would be rigid and pointing straight
up even before I pulled down my underpants to gaze at my
naked body. When I looked at my reflection, I was always
reminded how much I disliked my face. The stubby nose,
which might have been cute when I was younger, seemed now
to be a flaw of catastrophic proportions. But at least I
had a decent looking body -- broad shoulders, taut belly,
and slender hips - even though I didn't yet have any
muscle development. And I was endlessly fascinated and
impressed at the way my erection looked, and how it felt
whenever I squeezed it in my palm or tickled its length
with my fingertips, like I was doing now.
I guess it was inevitable as I read the sex scenes in the
romance novel - given my omnisexual orientation and the
fact that it was written for women readers - that I found
myself imagining being seduced by the cowboy. I was
would visualize him with the face and muscular body of
one of the college athletes I had been admiring recently.
I didn't understand some of the book's euphemistic
descriptions, but I was getting an exciting lesson in
sexuality as I read the climax of the scene.
His surprisingly gentle fingers stroked the petals of
her moist feminine flower, eliciting primal sensations
she had never before experienced. Moaning softly as
the surging pleasures energized every fiber of her
being, she boldly spread her soft thighs wider,
wordlessly inviting the cowboy to possess her
completely.
As he positioned his well-muscled body above her,
she reached down urgently and guided his tumescent
arousal into her. She gasped softly as his hot
stiffness entered, but sighed with long-denied lust as
his manhood slid easily into her quivering treasure.
Sarah's legs wrapped around the cowboy's hips as his
body moved in rhythmic thrusts, filling her with...."
Just as I was getting to the crescendo of the book's
erotic prose, a car and a rental truck pulled into the
driveway of the bungalow next-door, coming to a stop
quite close to where I perched up in the tree. Even
though I was nearly invisible behind the leaves, I
immediately pulled my hand from my pants and stuck the
book in the crook of an upper branch. Two burly guys had
got out of the car. I vaguely recognized them as linemen
on the University's football team, and they were wearing
team tee-shirts that confirmed their status. Another guy
got out of the truck. He wasn't nearly as big or
powerfully athletic looking as the other two, but my
brain immediately registered that he was much more
handsome. He wore athletic shorts and a tee shirt that
said "Cornell Lacrosse". Back then, I didn't know what
either "Cornell" or "lacrosse" were.
They got to work unloading the truck, and the first thing
down the ramp was a motorcycle. Not a big road-hog like a
Harley, but a sleek-looking Japanese model with bright
green trim and knobby tires that could go off-road as
easily as on the street. The motorcycle was left beside
the truck as furniture and boxes were moved into the
small house. Almost immediately, the three young men
took off their shirts, and their torsos glistened with
sweat in the summer heat. My hand snaked down inside my
pants again to caress my boner as I secretly watched them
work from my perch up in the tree.
I knew Mom was going to be angry at having college
students living next door again. She frequently
complained to the landlord about the tenants' parties and
loud music, but he kept renting to students anyway. The
place had been vacant all summer, but now there were
three of them moving in, and Mom said that athletes were
the loudest and rowdiest kind.
All too soon they had finished unloading the truck, and
the show of bare-chested masculinity was over. Instead of
going into the house to unpack, however, the two football
players got into their car and drove away, while the
other guy put the motorcycle back in the truck and drove
off as well.
Reaching up and retrieving "Passion on the Prairie", I
turned immediately to page 127 -- to the beginning the
seduction scene between the handsome cowboy and the prim
Old-West school teacher.
Only about 10 minutes later, the guy in the truck
returned, this time riding the motorcycle, still
shirtless. He drove it to the end of the driveway and
walked into the back yard. He opened the door of the
small ramshackle shed, right underneath the broad
branches of my tree, as I looked down on him.
"Shit! No lawnmower," he grumbled to himself out loud,
as he turned around and surveyed the over-grown lawn.
"How am I going to get this cut?"
I don't know why I spoke up. It wasn't like me to do it.
"I'll cut your lawn if you like," I said from up above
him.
"Huh?" He looked around, and then up. "Oh; there you
are! Come on down and let's talk about it," he said in a
friendly voice.
I climbed out of my tree (leaving the book up there) and
stood on the other side of the scrawny waist-high hedge
that separated the two yards.
"My name's Eric," he said. "Eric Milford." He held out
his hand to me.
"I'm Billy Winters."
Eric wasn't especially tall, but he was still a head
taller than me. As we shook hands I looked up into his
eyes and felt my chest tighten. His face was even more
handsome up close. I felt my face blush and shifted my
gaze down. But that just had me looking as his smooth and
nicely-muscled torso, making me even more distracted.
"I just moved here from up north," he said. "I'm
starting graduate studies at the University, and I'll be
working as a teaching assistant. I guess you're about to
start school yourself, huh?" I nodded, not wanting to
think about how awkward I felt among my peers at school.
"Got any brothers or sisters?" he asked, keeping the
conversation going.
"No. It's just me and Mom. She works at the University
too," I noted. "But she's just a secretary," I added
deprecatingly, not wanting him to think she was a
professor or anything. He didn't ask about Dad, for
which I was thankful. He hadn't visited in almost 3
years, and hadn't even called me since the day after my
13th birthday, back in March.
When I asked about the other two guys who had been with
him before, he said they were just paid helpers -- college
athletes looking to make a few bucks, whose names he'd
gotten the university's job placement office. We talked
a bit more and then got back to the subject of the
overgrown lawn.
"I can tell you're a professional grass-cutter, Billy,"
he said with a wink. "How much do you charge for a lawn
this size?"
Actually, I had never cut anyone's lawn but our own.
Several older teenagers in the neighborhood had the
available business locked up. "I don't know," I said.
"Whatever you say." I certainly wasn't much of a
businessman either.
"How about $5? But you'll need to bag the trimmings."
"OK!" I replied, trying not to sound as excited as I
felt. It wasn't a big lawn, and $5 back then in 1977 was
the equivalent of more than $15 today.
"If you want to do it now, just come to the back door
when you're done and I'll pay you. In fact, I have some
sodas cooling off in the fridge, and I'll treat you to
one of those too. Deal?"
"Deal," I replied with a shy grin. As Eric went inside,
I climbed back up the tree to retrieve the book. I went
into my house to put back the book just as I'd found it,
and then put on some shoes. In just a couple more
minutes, I had the mower cranked up and was attacking the
grass next door. Fortunately, our mower had a grass-
catcher, so I didn't have to rake the clippings, and I
was through with the job in about 45 minutes.
I was soaking-wet with sweat when I knocked on the back
door of the bungalow. Eric opened the door and invited
me into the kitchen. He was still bare-chested, wearing
just athletic shorts and slip-on boat shoes.
"Looks like you could use a cold soda. Have a seat," he
said, motioning to a chair at the kitchen table. "I've
got Pepsi, root beer, and ginger ale. What will it be?"
"A root beer, please," I said as I sat down. There was a
window-fan blowing air right onto me, and it felt good,
even though it was making my sweaty tee-shirt feel
clammy.
He handed me the can of soda. "Man; you're soaking wet!
Take off your shirt, and use this towel to dry off some."
He tossed me a clean hand-towel from the counter.
"Thanks," I said, as I pulled off the wet shirt and began
wiping the perspiration. As he unpacked kitchen stuff,
we talked -- about the University and the neighborhood;
about him and his graduate studies; and about how Mom
finally let me stay home alone each day this summer,
until she came back from work at 5:45 every afternoon.
Sitting there at the kitchen table, drinking my soda, I
could tell Eric was eying me as we talked... and then he
admitted as much. "You have a great body, Billy; nice
strong shoulders," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "So
I guess you're... what... about 15 years old?"
I smiled as if he was making a joke, but he looked and
sounded sincere. "No; 13... and a half... almost," I
answered awkwardly.
"Well, like I said, you look really good. You're a
pretty cool guy too. Maybe we can be friends."
Nobody had ever said that to me before. I didn't have
any friends my own age... not even any of the other geeky
shy guys in my class... much less an older friend as
handsome and charming as Eric. I could tell my face was
blushing when I finally answered him. "I'd like that!"
"Excellent!" he said. "Hold on a sec and I'll get your
money for the grass-cutting." He disappeared for a
minute and came back with a $5 bill in one hand and a
magazine in the other. As he handed me the money he said
"I'm thinking you're probably old enough to enjoy taking
a look at this. I sure did when I was your age." He sat
in the chair next to me and put the magazine on the table
in front of me. I stared at the cover, wide-eyed and
open-mouthed.
"Barely Legal" was the magazine's title. "From the
Publishers of Hustler" was printed in smaller letters.
Right on the cover was a photo of a pretty girl dressed
as a high school cheerleader, sitting on a bench in an
empty athletic locker-room. Her legs were spread,
revealing her panty-less crotch. She was pulling down the
top of her blouse with one hand to display her perfectly-
shaped young breasts. The other hand was lifting her
short skirt to reveal the lips of her shaved pussy.
"Go on; have a look," said Eric. He reached over and
flipped the magazine open, while moving his body a little
closer to mine.
I could feel my face blushing, but I was totally
hypnotized by the astoundingly erotic images as I turned
the pages. Naked and near-naked girls, all theoretically
18 years old, were posing in gloriously-obscene displays.
Most were spreading their legs wide to blatantly display
the "moist feminine flowers" that I'd read about in the
romance novel. I hadn't been able to visualize what a
woman's vagina was like before, but now the pieces of my
incomplete knowledge of sexual intercourse were joining
together much better.
"Wouldn't you love to slide your cock into that tight
warm pussy, and give her a good fuck?" said Eric in a sly
voice, as he pointed to a close-up of an especially
luscious example of female anatomy.
"Have you... you know... f-fucked lots of girls?" I
asked, barely able to say the word that I heard on the
playground at school but had never before uttered.
"Yeah; I've been lucky. I never had trouble finding gals
who like to fuck. No steady girlfriends, though," he
added; "just some hot fun in bed with good-looking
chicks."
"How old were you when you first... you know?" I asked.
"Fucked a girl? Let's see; I did it for the first time
when I was 16. Before then, I guess I was 14 when I first
kissed a girl, and 15 the first time a girl let me feel
up her tits. See what you've got to look forward to?"
"Wow!" I murmured. And without me even thinking about
it, my hand had wandered to the crotch of my pants, and I
was rubbing my achingly-erect penis through the material.
When I realized what I was doing, I pulled my hand away
and prayed that Eric hadn't noticed.
"Is this the first time you've seen a magazine like this,
with pictures of naked chicks?"
"Yeah," I said in a near-whisper.
"I was 13 years old when I saw my first one too. A older
friend of mine in the neighborhood brought over a
Penthouse Magazine, and we looked at it together, just
like you and I are doing now."
Eric's knee brushed briefly against me when he reached
over to turn the page of the magazine. For some reason,
just that light touch made a chill run through me.
"I remember that first time really well," Eric continued,
as his knee touched my leg again, and this time stayed in
contact. "I remember how my penis got totally stiff as I
looked at the pictures."
I said nothing, but my erection throbbed inside my pants.
"And my friend offered to teach me something that would
make me feel unbelievably good." Eric's right hand moved
onto my bare thigh, resting on it lightly. "Want me to
teach you too?"
My brain swirled with conflicting emotions -
embarrassment, a little bit of alarm, but a lot of sexual
excitement. The excitement won out. "OK," I said
timidly, as my heart thumped powerfully in my chest.
"But what is it?"
Eric's hand moved gently upward along my inner thigh,
inside the baggy leg of my khaki shorts, and touched the
material of my white briefs.
"Have you ever jacked off before?" he asked. Seeing the
clueless look on my face, he added "Masturbated?"
I'd never heard of either term (or if I had, it didn't
register.) "I don't know," I answered. "I don't think
so."
"Well, when my older friend stroked my stiff penis with
his hand in a special way...." Eric's fingers moved over
the front of my underpants, rubbing up and down along the
cotton-covered shaft of my cock, from the base to the
head. "... he made me feel better than I'd ever felt in
my life."
His hand then slid beneath the leg of the briefs,
wrapping around my boner. "You have a REALLY nice penis,
Billy." His voice was warm and sensual. "Do you want me
to keep going?" he asked, even as his hand was starting
to expertly masturbate my straining cock, stimulating me
in a way that I hadn't yet discovered how to do to
myself.
I bobbed my head in acceptance, biting my bottom lip, as
my body slumped lower in the chair and I lifted my crotch
up.
"Let's go up to my room, so we can be more comfortable,"
he said, as he stood up and took hold of my hand. "Have
you ever done anything like this with another guy?"
"No," I whispered.
"Great! It'll be just like that first time with me and
my older friend, when I was your age. He taught me about
some of the fun things that two guys can do together...
long before I ever did anything sexy with a girl!"
Eric led me up the staircase to the bungalow's small
upper floor, with only one bedroom and a bathroom. The
bedroom was a mess, with boxes of books and garbage bags
filled with clothes not yet unpacked. But the bed was
ready for us -- a full-size mattress and box-spring
sitting on the floor without a frame, made up with just a
bottom-sheet and a couple of pillows. The air in the
room was warm, pushed around by small window-fan, but I
was shivering slightly with tension. He sat down on the
edge of the bed and beckoned me toward him.
"Stand here in front of me, Billy." I complied. His
face was just about level with my stomach. As his hand
rubbed lightly along my leg, he said "I don't want you to
think that I'm trying to force you into something you
don't want. Are you OK with what we're doing?" I
nodded, though I was a lot less than 100% sure. "And I
guess it's pretty obvious that we need to keep this a
secret; right?" I nodded again, knowing instinctively
that anything sexual, even fondling myself while sitting
up in the tree, was something I could never talk to Mom
about.
He looked up at me with a friendly grin and winked his
eye. Then his hands reached out and pulled my khaki
shorts down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them,
kicking off my shoes as well. Standing there in just my
white briefs, with this handsome young grad student
staring at my body, I felt the sexual exhilaration
surging through my body. I looked down at myself, seeing
my boner pushing out a ridge along the front of my
underpants. And then Eric ran his hand over it, while
his other hand slid around behind to gently caress my
underwear-covered butt. I was struggling to breathe,
savoring the exciting moment, and wondering what was
coming next.
"Let's see that handsome cock of yours," said Eric in a
mellow, sexy voice. His fingers slid into the waistband
of my briefs and slowly eased them down. By now it
seemed like I wasn't breathing at all. But my lungs
suddenly gasped for air as his hand enveloped my rigid
penis and began to stroke it smoothly. "Yeah... a REALLY
nice cock," he murmured softly, staring at my crotch and
masturbating me, while his other hand cupped my pubescent
balls in their soft scrotum. Then he looked up into my
eyes. "Lie down in the middle of the bed; I'll teach you
about jacking-off."
I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back, with my head
on a pillow. Eric sat next to me, still wearing his
shorts. And when he took my cock in his hand again, my
whole body shuddered with tension.
"Once you learn how to do this," he said, as he began
stroking in a steady rhythm, "it'll be something you'll
do for yourself every day... and sometimes several times
a day. Every teenage boy in the world jacks off, once he
discovers it." I barely heard the smooth words he spoke.
It was more like soft, pleasing background music that
accompanied my growing sexual arousal.
And I was DEFINITELY getting aroused! It was already far
beyond anything I'd ever done while diddling my stiffie.
And it kept getting better. As his stroking hand worked
its magic, the tension was tightening every muscle in my
body; my eyes were closed; my hips were lifting up off
the bed; and my fists were grasping at the bed-sheet.
The pressure in my groin was so intense it was almost
painful, and I nearly told Eric to stop. He was using
two fingers and his thumb to make a ring around my boner,
swishing his hand up and down the whole shaft with his
masturbation strokes, from its tip to the hairless base.
But as he kept going, his stroking fingers focused
increasing on the exquisitely-sensitive ridge of my cock-
head. The pressure building up inside me quickly became
almost too-intense. And just when I felt like I was
going to explode....
He stopped. His hand clamped on my throbbing boner, his
finger and thumb squeezing firmly just below the ridge.
I was breathing heavily, as if I had been running a race.
For a moment I thought he was finished... that now I'd
get up and get dressed, and that would be it. It
definitely felt amazing, I thought to myself, but I
suspected it would have been even better if he'd
continued.
"How are you liking it so far? Want me to keep going?"
Eric's warm voice jostled me out of my introspection, and
I opened my eyes.
"Yeah!" I answered dreamily, grinning broadly as I
realized that it wasn't over yet.
"When I did this for the first time with my older friend,
both of us were naked. How about I get undressed too?
If you like, you can feel my cock while I'm stroking
yours."
"OK!" There was no shyness in my voice this time. I'd
wanted to see him naked ever since the first moment he
stepped out of the truck (though I wouldn't have dared to
ask it).
Eric stood up beside the bed. "How about you strip me
the same way I did with you?"
I scrambled over to sit on the edge of the bed. Eric
stood close to me, and posed with his hands clasped
behind his head, flexing his muscles. His body was
fantastic... not big and over-muscled, but beautifully-
formed and totally masculine.
"Go ahead, Billy."
My hands went to the waistband of the nylon gym shorts
and eased them down his hips. To my surprise his
underpants were ultra-skimpy black "bikini briefs",
showing so much skin that they were almost like a
jockstrap. On someone else they might have been sissy-
looking. But on Eric, they perfectly complimented his
body's handsome masculinity. He could easily have been a
model in an ad for them. Best of all, however, was the
sight of his erection pushing the material out and
upward. Beneath that thin layer of soft cotton was the
stiff cock that I'd been fantasizing about. I'd never
seen an erection other than my own, but now Eric's was
right in front of my face, about to be revealed. My
hands trembled and refused to move from their resting
place on my knees. I wanted to do it, but my innate
shyness still needed a push.
"Do it, Billy. Strip me. Take down my underwear and
feel my cock."
I obeyed in an instant, pulling the front of his
waistband forward to free his beautiful erection, which
sprang straight up, pulsing with erotic energy. Then I
pushed the briefs down the rest of the way, and he was
completely naked. My eyes took it all in - the plump
balls dangling below his cock... the manly patch of
brown hair above. Eric's cock was of average length, and
slightly less than average in thickness (not that I knew
these things at the time). It was not so big as to be
intimidating, but considerably more impressive than my
own hairless and barely-adolescent endowment. Perhaps
I'm biased because Eric was my first lover, but in all
years since, I've never seen another man whose
combination of features - face, body, and erect cock -
better defined the esthetic of masculine perfection. It
was as if Michelangelo had sculpted his statue of David
with a full-on boner!
Like mine, Eric's penis was circumcised, and my fingers
went first to the finely-shaped glans. Then I caressed
his cock-shaft lightly with one hand, while the other
fondled his balls in their silken sack.
"Let's lie down together," he said, "and we can get back
to where we left off." And he playfully pushed me onto
my back on the bed. He followed me down, poised over my
body, supported by his hands and knees on the bed. The
only parts of our bodies that touched were our cocks, as
Eric moved his hips and made the two erections glide
together erotically. His face hovered close to mine, and
I could read the pleasure on it. He liked this as much
as I did!
As I looked into his eyes, an emotion surged through me
that was totally new. I wanted to give myself to him,
and I felt instinctively that I felt a bond with this
man, trusting him completely. As much as I wanted for
him to give me pleasure, I wanted just as much to
pleasure him in return. In my naive and inexperienced
frame of reference, it was perhaps inevitable that my
mind flashed to the romance novel. Eric was the cowboy
and I the inexperienced school teacher. I wanted him to
"possess me completely", just as the book had described.
And as his face moved even closer to mine, I thought he
was actually going to kiss me on the lips... and I wanted
so much for him to do it! I closed my eyes, pursed my
lips, and waited for it to happen. But instead I felt
his nose swipe against mine a couple times - an "Eskimo
kiss". I opened my eyes as his face had backed away.
I felt foolish and embarrassed for imagining that Eric
would actually have kissed me. But what he said next
made my heart melt.
"I really like you, Billy," he said softly. "You're
totally awesome. Sexy too!"
"I am?" I said awkwardly. "I mean... I like you too."
"Have you ever been kissed before?"
Oh my God! Was he reading my mind? I shook my head no,
afraid to speak.
"Want to see what it's like, so you'll be ready when you
want to kiss a girl?"
"OK," I said, just barely able to say the word.
This time, when his face came closer to mine I kept my
eyes open. His lips were moist and slightly parted when
they met mine... pressing gently and then moving in the
most deliciously sensuous way. And at the same time, he
was taking me in an embrace, while our cocks continued
rubbing together. The sensation was totally electric.
After an eternity -- probably only a minute - he broke the
kiss, and I lay there stunned and dazed.
"Want me to jack your cock some more?" he asked.
"Yes! Please!" I begged in a whisper.
He settled himself on the bed beside me, on our sides
with our bodies snuggling together and my head resting on
his strong bicep. I could smell the rich sexy musk of
his body, and I loved it. At the exact moment that our
lips touched again, Eric's hand returned to my boner and
began to masturbate me once more.
"Mmmmm..." I moaned through the kiss.
It didn't take long for the tension in my body and the
pressure in my cock to regain the same peak as when he
was masturbating me a few minutes earlier. And as my
hips arched up off the bed, Eric's tongue emerged,
flicking out teasingly across my lips at first. I knew
intuitively that I should meet it with my own, and I was
amazed at how the sloppy merging of our two tongues
accelerated the jolts of erotic energy that surged
through my body.
There was only one thing missing, and that was quickly
remedied. My hand snaked down between our bodies, and
wrapped around Eric rigid cock. I couldn't stroke it in
this position, but just holding it in my hand and
squeezing the hot throbbing shaft was wonderful. Eric
must have thought so too, because he kissed me with
greater passion. His masturbation strokes -- now with just
a ring of his thumb and forefinger, dancing back and
forth across the ridge of my cock-head - became
amazingly, agonizingly fast.
I was quite literally out of my mind by the time the
orgasm hit me. My consciousness seemed to be centered in
my penis, swirling with ever-increasing hyper-sensation.
I can't even say the build-up was totally enjoyable,
because the immense pressure and tension within me were
almost too intense to bear. But when the climax finally
crashed through my body - the first orgasm of my life --
all of that tension burst apart into waves of pure sexual
pleasure.
The explosion of semen onto my chest and belly was
totally unexpected. As I remember back, it was a spray
of tiny droplets in the first eruption, not the strings
of cum that later masturbation sessions would produce.
Eric eased up considerably on the stroking, but he
continued to coax the last bit of cum from my dick, as my
body shivered with each little aftershock. As the orgasm
ebbed, Eric pulled his hand away and ran it slowly along
my hip.
"Pretty good, huh?" he said.
"Oh..." was all I could sigh at first. "Oh, yeah!" Then
I looked down at the splotches of semen. "What
happened?"
"You came," he said. "But let me give you the long
answer." And for the next few minutes, as we lay close
together on the bed, Eric gave me an instant education in
the facts of adolescent-male sexuality, which most of my
13-year-old peers probably knew already. He talked about
the feelings of horniness that I had already been
experiencing but couldn't name. And he went on to
explain masturbation, talking about orgasms and the semen
they produced. He told me the proper sexual terms as
well as the vulgar slang, like a sympathetic older
brother explaining the secrets of sex. Or a totally-hip
father, I thought to myself, as I visualized the man I
had adored as a young boy... until his love of drugs had
superseded his feelings for Mom and me.
"But enough lecturing," Eric said, rolling onto his back.
"I guess it's my turn to cum now, huh," he said, reaching
down to give his cock a few strokes. "Want to help me
with it, or would you rather just watch me jack off?"
"I'll help you!" I said, enthusiastically.
"Fantastic! This time, I'll show you how to do it with
lubricant," he said, reaching into a box beside the bed
and retrieving a small plastic bottle. He settled
himself in a sitting position, leaning back against the
wall.
"Kneel here," he said, spreading his legs apart and
patting a spot on the bed between them; "and hold out
your hand." He poured a puddle of clear lube onto my
palm. "Get my cock nice and slippery, and then start
stroking it."
Positioning myself between his thighs, I brought my hand
to the beautiful boner, and began masturbating. It felt
so incredible to stroke a man's cock for the first time --
so excitingly different from anything I'd ever done, and
yet so natural. As my hand slid up and down along the
warm firm smoothness of Eric's stiff penis, he refrained
from giving me any overt instructions for how he wanted
me to stroke him. (That would come later, in subsequent
lessons taught in his bedroom, during the months that I
was his "special young friend".) But he let me know what
pleased him, with sighs and moans of pleasure, and words
of encouragement. "Mmmmm.... nice!" he said, as my other
hand went to his balls. "Oh God! That's incredible!"
when my hand twisted back and forth on his slippery cock-
head, as if polishing a knob. "Oh yeah, Billy! Keeping
going!" as my hand began to stroke the full length of his
cock in a quickening rhythm.
"Oh, man! I'm getting close!" he moaned with undisguised
lust. "Finish me off fast and hard... and squeeze those
balls!... Yeah, Billy; you're incredible!"
And I felt incredible too, kneeling as if in prayer
before this sexy, handsome man whom I worshipped...
watching and feeling his body respond to the erotic
stimulation that my hands were giving him.
As my lube-slick hand raced along his beautiful erection,
I ran my eyes up and down his writhing body, from his
face to his toes, observing what I must have looked like
in the moments before my own orgasm exploded. And then
it happened....
"Here it comes! Uh!... Uh!... Uh!" Each sharp grunt
was accompanied by a string of manly spunk flying out of
the cock... far more semen than I had produced,
splattering onto his chest and belly. I kept stroking,
mesmerized by the sight. But soon his hand covered my
own, stopping its movement, and the last of his cum
dribbled down my knuckles and into his pubic hair.
"That was amazing, Billy!" he said. I beamed with pride
at my accomplishment.
He ran his fingers through the globs of cum on his torso.
"What a mess we both are!" he said with a chuckle. "How
about you and I take a quick shower to clean the cum off?
And then maybe you'd like to take a ride with me on my
motorcycle. What do you say?"
A ride on his motorcycle! "Sure!"
"Let's do the shower and then we'll get going."
The bathroom was right across from his bedroom door. We
entered together, both of us naked, but I was presuming
that we'd shower separately. I'd never taken a shower
with someone else before, even as a little boy. Eric
turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, pushed the
curtain aside, and climbed into the tub. "Come on; you
too!" he said, taking my hand and drawing me in.
The water was refreshing, flowing from a shower-massage
fixture that could be removed from its bracket on the
wall. We stood under its spray, Eric behind me, as the
water rinsed the semen from our chests.
"I'll soap you up," said Eric. He pointed the spray
toward the tiled wall and grabbed a bar of soap, working
up some lather and rubbing the suds over my back,
shoulders, arms, and chest. Then his hand reached down
to wash my dick and balls, as his chest rubbed against my
soapy back, and I could feel his soft penis brushing
against my butt.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he said.
"Yeah!" It really did!
"Let's see how you like this," Eric said, as he worked up
some more soap suds in both hands. While his left hand
went back to my penis, stroking it in a more overtly
sexual way and making it stiffen, his right hand was
behind me, rubbing soap-suds all around my slender butt.
Soon, his fingers were insinuating themselves into the
cleft, and I jumped slightly when his fingertips rubbed
across my anus.
"Do you like that?" he asked. "Want me to do it some
more?"
I wasn't sure how much I liked it, but I trusted Eric
completely. "OK," I replied, without much conviction.
His soapy fingers on my dick increased their stimulation,
rubbing my cock-head, and his other hand returned to my
asshole. The sensation was surprisingly intense, and the
more his fingertips massaged the nerve-laden anal flesh,
the more it aroused me. But it was frustratingly brief.
"Alright; let's finish up and go for our ride," he said,
as he quickly soaped up his own body and took the spray-
handle from its bracket and began rinsing us both.
"Let me rinse you really good down there," he said, as
the spray moved over my back and down to my butt. "Reach
back and pull your butt-cheeks apart." To do this, I had
to bend my knees a bit and push my buttocks back. It was
kind of embarrassing to show my asshole that way. But
when the dozens of swift-flowing needles of water
assaulted my asshole from an inch away, all I could think
about was how incredible it felt!
"Try to relax your asshole a bit... push out slightly
with the muscle."
I didn't know why he was telling me to do that, until I
tried it... and it felt awesome! My mouth hung open in
one long gasp of aroused lust. This experience ended all
too quickly as well, but the pleasure continued as Eric
moved the spray around to the front, directing it onto my
stiff penis and balls. Everything I did with Eric was a
new lesson in sexual pleasure! But he only gave me a
brief tantalizing taste before turning off the water and
handing me a towel.
As we dried off, I studied Eric's naked body again,
focusing on his soft penis. It wasn't even significantly
longer than mine, though thicker and with bigger balls,
but it looked almost as beautiful as when it was stiff.
I was about to put my smelly old briefs back on when Eric
said "let me get you some clean undies; I've got some
that are too small for me." He got some bright-red
bikini briefs, the same style as the briefs he'd been
wearing, but small enough to fit me perfectly! It was a
special thrill to be wearing Eric's underpants, though I
briefly wondered how they ever could have fit him.
He also gave me a cotton tee-shirt that hung a good bit
lower on me than it would have on Eric, but I decided it
looked awesomely cool.
"I'm going to leave my underwear off for a while," he
said as he pulled on nylon athletic shorts. "Going
commando, as they say."
If I weren't so thrilled to be wearing Eric's underpants,
I probably would have imitated him.
"I've been reading up on some good places to explore," he
said, grabbing a slender paperback guide to hiking and
biking trails in the area around the University, and
putting it in a light nylon day-pack. "Go down to the
kitchen and grab a couple sodas from the fridge, in case
we find a nice picnic spot. I'll get a blanket we can
sit on.
When he joined me downstairs, he added to the day-pack
the two sodas I'd selected, then hooked the pack securely
around the motorcycle's handlebars. He gave me a quick
briefing on where to put my feet and how to lean with the
bike on turns. "I've got a helmet for you, if you like.
But there's no mandatory helmet law down here like there
is up north, so I'm not using one."
"Me neither!" I said with bravado.
"You can either hold on here," he said, pointing to the
strap across the middle of the seat, "or you can hold
onto my waist."
I started out holding the strap as we pulled out of the
driveway, but was grasping his hip-bones before we'd gone
even a block. As we zipped past the University's
athletic fields, I barely glanced at the football
players. In just a few minutes more, we had left the
small college-town and were riding past woods and
farmland. I wrapped my arms fully around Eric's waist as
he accelerated on a straight stretch of country road. My
body tingled with the thrill of zipping down the road,
with the wind on my face and bare legs, and the rumbling
vibration of the 250cc engine between my legs. And I
clung to him even more tightly, pressing the side of my
face against his back, as he cranked our speed
significantly above the legal limit for a few exciting
moments.
Soon, we slowed and turned onto a single-lane road,
heading through a thick growth of trees. As we cruised
at a much slower speed, Eric took my right hand and
guided it down to his crotch. His cock was totally
stiff!
"Play with it, Billy," he said, over the noise of the
engine. My hand slid up into the leg of his nylon
athletic shorts and grasped his boner, now unfettered by
underwear. I was in heaven - riding a motorcycle on a
deserted road through the woods, feeling the rigid
erection of the man for whom I had developed an instant
crush, pressing my body against his back.
Before long he turned off again, this time on a seldom-
used dirt road -- more like a hiking trail - whose
entrance was blocked by a chain strung between two metal
posts. But the motorcycle easily got around the barrier,
and we drove briskly down the forest road beneath a
canopy of towering trees, seeing nobody else along the
way. After several minutes, we stopped, and Eric pulled
the guidebook. "Just a little farther, I think," he
said, and off we went again.
When we came to a hilly area off to one side, he turned
off the gravel road and took us up-hill over a rough foot
path. The motorcycle handled the terrain with ease. When
we got to the top, Eric turned off the engine and put
down the kick-stand. There was a small treeless clearing
there at the hilltop, with some stones arranged in a fire
circle. From the high vantage point, we could look down
one side to a pristine valley with a stream running
through it. In the other direction, the dirt road was
barely visible through the trees. It was like we were in
the wilderness, even though we were only 15 minutes away
from my house!
I walked around, taking in the view, while Eric unhooked
his day-pack and spread the blanket on the grassy ground.
As I was looking off into the distance, Eric came up
behind me and gently pulled me into his embrace, his arms
wrapping around my chest. "Nice isn't it?" he said
softly.
"Yeah!" I sighed. "It's beautiful. I never knew there
was a place like this around here!"
Eric's hands came up underneath my shirt, and he began to
massage my chest... his fingertips playing with my tiny
nipples. I leaned back into him, basking in the pleasure
of his touch and our closeness.
"I like being with you, Billy," he murmured, leaning down
so his mouth was right next to my ear, and then kissing
the back of my neck gently. "And you know what? It
makes me horny when I hold you like this." One of his
hands slid down my belly to the crotch of my pants,
massaging my penis, which was now totally-stiff. "I see
it makes you horny too!"
"Yeah," I said with a giggle.
"Want to do some more sex-stuff together?"
I knew immediately that I wanted it. "Yes. Please!" I
figured we'd get back on his motorcycle and ride back to
his house.
"Great!" he said, as he hugged me tighter. "I want you
to get naked for me. Right now; OK? There's nobody
around."
"Well... OK," I said, as my arousal overcame any shyness
I would ordinarily have felt about doing it outdoors.
Still behind me, Eric pulled the shirt off over my head.
"You have really strong shoulders," he told me again,
massaging them briefly, making me glow with pride.
"Let's go over to the blanket, Billy, and you can do a
strip-tease for me." He led me by the hand, sitting on
the blanket himself, but instructing me to stand in front
of him and take off my khaki shorts and underpants in a
teasing, sexy dance.
I knew vaguely about the concept of strip-tease dancing,
and had actually been doing it for my own visual
pleasure, standing alone in front of my bedroom-door
mirror.
I began a slow, sensuous dance -- or at least what I hoped
looked sensuous -- standing in one place but moving my
hips and running my hands over my body. Eric lay on the
blanket, propped up on one elbow, smiling up at me
encouragingly.
Then I began lowering the elastic waistband of my shorts,
feeling erotic energy flow through me as I watched Eric's
hand rub at his crotch. I was turning him on! And,
needless to say, he was turning me on as well. The
khakis dropped to the ground, and I stepped out of them.
Now I was wearing only the snug bikini briefs, barely
covering my slender ass and my rigid boy-cock. My hands
rubbed at the front of my underpants and along my thighs
as my hips swayed to the beat of an imagined song.
Remembering how Eric seemed to find my butt sexy, I
turned around and wiggled my butt at him, lowering the
back of the briefs a little at a time. When I turned
back around, flush with sexual arousal, Eric stoked me
even more.
"Oh, man! You look so good!" he said. "So damn
handsome!"
Did he really think so? It felt wonderful -- and
incredibly ego boosting - to hear him say it. As I
continued dancing for him, trying to make my expression
sexy, I parted my lips and let my tongue move back and
forth, as if Eric and I were kissing again.
"You've got me so horny I'm about to burst!" Eric said.
"Show me that beautiful cock of yours. Strip naked for
me."
As I moved my body, and my tongue slid across my lips, I
lowered the front of the bright-red briefs, revealing the
tip of my erection. Looking at Eric, I could tell his
eyes were fixed on my cock, and he really liked my show.
I pushed the waistband down gradually to reveal my entire
boner.
"Take the undies off, Billy! Dance naked for me!"
The boy-panties slid down my legs and I tossed them
aside. Now that I was nude, the meager remnants of my
inhibition vanished, and I was prancing around like a
faggot slut, making my boner wag back and forth, and then
up and down.
"I know what you need, you sexy little tease," said Eric.
"You need to have your cock sucked. Would you like that?
You want me to suck your cock?"
I had never heard of such a thing, but my brain instantly
processed the concept.
"Well... yeah! Sure, Eric!"
Eric got to his knees and pulled me toward him, my boner
right in front of his face. "Tell me that you want it,"
he said teasingly.
"Could you..." I began tentatively.
"Don't ask me. Tell me!"
"I want you to suck it!" I proclaimed, my voice gaining
authority. It was exciting to talk dirty like that.
"Suck my cock!"
Eric looked up at me and smiled as our eyes met. "That's
it, Billy. Here it comes!" He licked his lips and
brought his mouth down on me, capturing my cock-head and
swirling his tongue around it. His lips moved down a
little, then back up, then down again. With each bob of
his head, he took more of my barely-pubescent boner.
"Oh, Eric! Oh my gosh!" I was amazed by the intensity
of sensation as his lips began moving rhythmically up and
down the cock-shaft, as his tongue licked along it. With
each plunging down-stroke, his mouth took my entire
boner, from the cock-head to its hairless base. His
hands caressed my butt cheeks... fondling them at first,
and then pulling them toward his sucking mouth,
wordlessly encouraging me to thrust my hips in a face-
fucking rhythm.
I could sense that if he sucked me long enough I would
cum again, like I had when he stroked me with his hand.
I was getting some of the same sensation, but it felt
even better. But just as the feeling was building up
within me, he disengaged and looked up at me. "Pretty
good, huh?"
"Oh, man!" I replied. "It's the best thing yet!"
"Ya know; there are other things I can teach you, Billy.
Things that guys do with each other -- sexy things -- to
make each other feel good. Want me to keep going?"
I didn't say anything, but my heart was pounding against
my chest with excitement. I smiled and nodded my head.
"That's my boy!" He pulled me down onto the blanket,
quickly wiggled out of his shorts, and got on top of me,
giving me a passionate, deep kiss.
I lay passively on my back beneath him, eager for
whatever might happen next. He kissed my mouth again,
and then began to move down my body - kissing my neck, my
nipples, and then my belly. When he reached my cock I
fully expected him to begin sucking me again. Perhaps
the last thing I expected was for him to lift up my legs,
push them up toward my chest, and bring his mouth down to
my asshole. His ass-play in the shower should have
tipped me off to his interest, but I was completely
astounded when his tongue began licking my anus. Almost
instantly, however, my disbelief turned to surging erotic
pleasure, as Eric's talented tongue lapped at the
sensitive anal flesh and bored into the clenched hole.
"Oh, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, gosh... YES!"
As his tongue cork-screwed into my asshole, my body was
literally vibrating and my breathing came in ragged
gasps. I instinctively reached for my straining erection
and held it tightly, increasing my pleasure even more.
When he finally rose up on his knees, after rimming my
ass for several glorious minutes, Eric was smiling and
stroking his own stiff cock.
"Do you trust me, Billy?" He was looking down on me with
an expression that conveyed his excitement, kindness, and
sense of adventure.
"Of course I do, Eric!" And I DID; absolutely.
"I'm going to fuck you... sliding my cock inside your
ass," he said as he reached over to the knapsack and
pulled out the bottle of lube. "It sometimes hurts at
the beginning, when you're getting fucked for the first
time. But I'll take it nice and slow, and I'll stop if
you ask me to. But once we get going, I think you'll
really like it. OK?"
"OK," I replied. I had loved everything else he'd done
to me, and I wasn't about to doubt him now.
"Grab your legs and pull them back to your chest." As I
did, Eric poured some lube directly onto my anal flesh,
rubbing it around gently with two fingers. Soon, one of
the fingers was entering the slippery hole, teasingly
fucking into it just a little. He told me how to flex
open the circle of muscle, as his finger easily slid in
all the way. After a minute of slow, sensuous finger-
fucking, a second finger joined in, gently opening me up,
making me accustomed to the feeling.
The sensation was not as intensely pleasurable as his
hand or mouth on my cock, but it was still strangely
compelling. I knew that wanted his cock inside me,
filling me... just like the school teacher and the
cowboy. JUST like it, I suddenly realized.
"Put your cock in me, Eric," I said softly. "Fuck me."
He grinned, looking so proud of me. "OK, lover."
The word "lover" made my heart suddenly bounce around in
my chest, and caused me to want him all the more.
"Hold out your hand," he instructed, and he poured some
lube on it. "Now start jacking your cock, just like I
was doing to you back at the house. Take slow, though,
and make it last.
I started stroking my boner -- the very first time I'd
ever masturbated myself -- while Eric lubed his stiff cock
and positioned himself at my ass.
"Flex your ass open as I push in," he said. And as his
cock-head pressed into me, I accepted it as easily as I
had his two fingers. With slow, deliberate mini-thrusts,
more and more of his shaft entered my rectum. Although
it wasn't feeling pleasurable, neither was it painful.
(I would appreciate later, after experience with other
men, my good luck that Eric's cock was fairly slender,
and perfect for my first time.) It also helped that my
lube-slick hand was sloppily stroking my boyish boner,
adding overt sexual pleasure to the sensory ambiguity my
first anal intrusion.
"Doing OK, Billy?" Eric had stopped pushing forward, and
I looked up into his handsome face.
Then I realized that his cock was completely inside of
me. His warm throbbing masculinity filled me and
possessed me completely -- just like the book had
described -- and I wanted to be fucked more than I'd ever
want anything.
"Yes, Eric. I love it!"
"OK. Here goes!" He leaned his shoulders against the
backs of my legs and his hips began to move - back a bit,
then forward, slowly lengthening the stroke, speeding the
rhythm. I was still gripping my own stiff penis, and I
began matching my masturbation strokes to the cadence of
his fucking. As he thrust his cock into my ass, my fist
would slide down my slippery boner... and as he pulled
back, my hand would slide up... in perfect unison.
Before long, any hint of discomfort in my ass had
disappeared completely. Now it was pure pleasure -- both
sensory and psychic. I was physically overwhelmed by the
wonderful feelings produced by masturbating while being
expertly fucked, and totally besotted with first-love for
the handsome 23-year-old man who was dominating me.
I have no idea how long it lasted. Time had no meaning
in the place where my mind and body had been transported.
But when the sensation of impending orgasm began rising
up in me for the second time in my life, my mind came
into focus. I began jacking my boner with an insane
urgency, moaning and grunting with effort. Eric read the
signal perfectly, and his hips began thrusting in piston-
strokes, pushing himself toward his own orgasm. The
rising wave of pleasure crested and began to crash.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, yes! So good! Oh! Oh!
AHHHHH!"
Did I cum first or did he? I have no idea. I was
blitzed into a state of ecstasy, with my throbbing penis
in my hand and Eric's in my ass, both dribbling out the
last spurts of hot cum. My consciousness only returned
fully when Eric took me in his arms and rolled us onto
our sides, kissing me gently and caressing my body.
"You were great, Billy," he said at last. "Not bad for
your first day of sex lessons, huh?"
I didn't answer, but only beamed with the brightest
smile, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him
long and deeply.
But my mind silently thought the words I dared not speak
out loud yet. "I love you, Eric! I love you so much!"
The End.
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