Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 13:04:59 EDT
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: Donnie's Lesson  Gay Male (M,m, ped)

Donnie lives across the hall with his mother, and I've watched him for many
weekends and nights since he was an infant. His mother Beth is a single
parent and is often away on business. I'm a writer and not being very
successful at it, I never travel anywhere. Donnie's mother and I had tried
to have a bit of a relationship when they moved into the building years ago
but we ended up deciding we were just friends.

While I may have fantasized about a physical relationship with Donnie (or
someone young like him), I thought I would never initiate anything for
obvious reasons. Some sexual fantasies can be acted out while others need
to remain imagined.

That changed quite dramatically one rainy fall Saturday afternoon. Donnie's
mom had left him with me Friday evening to go on a weekend get away to
return on Sunday. Donnie had just recently turned 12. He was reading in the
spare bedroom since we couldn't go to the park as we typically did after
the chores were finished.

At least I thought Donnie was reading. I got up from my work to stretch my
legs and to see what he felt like eating for dinner. As I got closer to the
bedroom, I heard exaggerated, rhythmic breathing which triggered a tickling
sensation in my groin and an unexpected growth in my shorts. My body had
registered a sexual act before my brain had fully realized what was
happening. Thankfully, it kicked in just in time for me to hesitate before
I went barging into the room.

>From the hall way I could see Donnie on the bed. He had his shorts pulled
down around his knees. I could also see quite clearly that the reason for
his breathing was that his hand was very busy pumping his small but hard
penis in a rapid and frantic way.

I froze in my tracks and watched in fascination a scene that I had only
imagined as I masturbated on my own, or while looking at the teenaged boys
I had seen around the neighborhood and in the park.

But I had never actually witnessed a boy playing with himself, as I had
begun doing at about the same age when I was a youngster. I was pressing my
cock down between my legs to try to give myself some relief, but I suddenly
knew that I was either going to have to open my jeans to pleasure myself or
I was going to have to interrupt this vision.

"Hi", I said. "I was wondering what you wanted for... oh I'm sorry I didn't
know, I'll be back later when you've finished up." Donnie grabbed the book
he had been reading and put it on his lap, covering his nakedness.

"Please don't get angry with me for doing that," Donnie said, pleading, and
taking me by complete surprise.

"Angry, why would I be angry with you?"

"And please don't tell my mom about what you saw."

"Why would either I or she be upset about you masturbating?" I asked trying
to come to grips with what was transpiring.

"My mother has never liked my playing with myself. Mom caught me when I was
like four doing it and spanked me. She thinks that kind of pleasure needs
to wait until I'm older."

"Well, that's ridiculous," I said. "I never thought your mom was a
prude. Everyone masturbates, children and adults. It's one of the things
that makes us human. We can manipulate our sex organs to pleasure
ourselves. We don't have to just jump into having sex with another - sort
of like the birds and the bees do."

"So you won't tell?" Donnie implored.

"You bet I won't," I promised. "We can make a pact that neither one of us
will reveal what we've talked about or what has happened today."

My head was spinning. Could it really be possible that Donnie is swearing
me to a code of silence about my catching him masturbating? The
possibilities of what else might transpire that we could agree not to tell
her mom were dancing in my head while the blood was returning to the cock
trapped in my jeans that I wanted to get my fingers on.

"Do you play with yourself? Masturbate? Do all adults do it too?"

"Sure we do. You know that very hard thing you had in your hand a moment
ago, what do you call it?"

"I call it my thingy, but I have friends that call it cock and prick and
fuck pole."

Donnie blushed and I think for the first time realized that his cock was
exposed under the book on his lap. He moved the book aside and spread his
legs a little bit. I had given him plenty of baths up until a couple of
years ago when it seemed best for him to bathe himself. Maybe that was the
reason that Donnie didn't seem too self-conscious about showing me his
penis.

Seeing his penis again, and with his improving the view by spreading his
legs, was pushing me right over the edge. I was either going to have to
start grabbing myself or get out of the room shortly. Luckily the
conversation kept unfolding in the right direction in just the nick of
time.

"It gets a bit bigger when I rub it," said Donnie as he let the book fall
aside.

"Mine gets bigger than yours because I'm older. Have you ever seen an
adult's up close?"

"I've seen my cousin Bill's but it's little compared to yours I'll bet. And
I've never seen him play with it. Will you show me sometime how you
masturbate by rubbing yourself? Maybe we could do it at the same time."

At that point, I was certain this was a very vivid dream that I would wake
up from in short order. "Sure," I said. "Probably no time like the present,
since you have already started and are half undressed. Why don't we both
take off the rest of our clothes to be comfortable. But son, this is really
something neither one of us can tell your mom or anybody else about. Big
people like me aren't supposed to be doing things like this with boys your
age."

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dare, I would get into so much trouble. Thanks
so much for making me feel like playing with myself is an OK thing to do."

Of course it's not just playing with yourself, I thought, that is what's
going on here but at the moment my urge for release and the possibility of
what we might do together was way too compelling to stop.

Donnie slipped off his T-shirt and I saw his bare chest and developing
muscles. I started to undress. I pulled off my own T-shirt and bared my
chest. I don't have much hair on my chest to speak of so didn't expect
Donnie to respond as he did by looking admiringly at my chest.

I slid my jeans off of my legs and then stepped out of my jockey shorts.
"Wow," Donnie said. "You are really big, and you have hair all around your
thingy!"

I couldn't resist touching myself, being with this young, naked Adonis and
showing off my wares. I sat on the bed next to Donnie, spread my legs, and
pushed my cock up and stroked it a bit. It relieved some pressure I was
feeling but I knew it wasn't going to help for long. "The hardness of my
penis is from my being aroused by what we are doing. I see that yours is
hard too. Show me how you stroke it like you were doing when I came in."

Donnie resumed stroking his penis, his small hands covering most of the
little flesh pole, but pushing the little head up at each down stroke, and
a beautiful sight it was. I massaged my cock very slowly so as not to bring
myself to an orgasm too soon.

While we were in pretty deep already, we were at a point where we could
chalk up what we had done so far to an advanced anatomy lesson or perhaps
graduate school 'birds and the bees,' but if we took those next steps, we
were really going to cross a line of no return. I had two thoughts: This
wasn't likely to happen again, and I hope I can get away with it.

Donnie looked longingly at my hard cock and asked, timidly, "Would it be
okay if I touched it? I'll let you touch mine if you want."

"Sure, we can do both at the same time to each other and then we'll both
feel good at the same time. Donnie took hold of my man meat and I grasped
his boy meat, and we both started to breath rhythmically like I had heard
his breath before I came into the room and interrupted his masturbating.

I was going to come big time and probably have a very noisy orgasm if
Donnie continued to stroke me, but I wasn't capable of interrupting him
just now. I decided to concentrate fully on him and what I was doing to his
little cock and see if that was distracting enough to keep me from scaring
him with my ejaculation.

Pretty quickly, thankfully, Donnie began to climax and lost interest in my
cock. His hand went back to his own his cock, pumping rapidly as he stared
at my hand doing the same.

Donnie began a rolling orgasm that lasted for several seconds. His thighs
squeezed together and Donnie pushed up on his feet, raising his middle off
the bed. All of this without making a sound.

I gathered that the silent orgasm must have been a response to having been
caught by his mother and punished. I was certainly hoping his silence
included more than just the orgasm.

It took a few minutes for him to recover. Donnie lay back panting and
making little sighs. I rolled onto my back and when Donnie had began to
breath normally, he rolled toward me and cuddled, sort of half on and half
off of me with my arm around him.

"That was awesome," Donnie finally was able to say. "You really know how to
do that super. Did it happen for you too?"

"No," I said. "Not yet, but I think it won't take too long. I'm very
excited by our being together and helping you to have an orgasm."

"Oh, what can I do to help you feel good too?"

I wasn't going to let this opportunity go by without my having my mouth on
that beautiful little penis or the possibility that my cock might get a
chance to be in his mouth. I decided to offer a couple of other lessons
before I came, if I could resist long enough.

"Before I do that, I have something else I want to show you about how two
people might make each other feel good in the way you just did before. Will
you climb up on me and straddle my head with your thingy pointing down?"

Donnie didn't question or hesitate, but climbed right up and swung his legs
over my head. I put my lips around his little cock and began to lick it
with my tongue. I grabbed myself with my right hand and stroked but very
gently because I didn't want to come just yet. With my free hand I reached
around and caressed Donnie's smooth, boyish ass cheeks. I used the hand
that was around his backside to push him firmly into my mouth while Donnie
ground his hips and ran his cock and balls down across my tongue. For a
second time in just a few minutes Donnie had a massive, but silent, orgasm
that seemed to keep coming and coming.

"That was cool. Thanks a lot," he said after he had caught his breath. "Can
I make you feel good now? Can I use my mouth to please you too?" Just the
sort of invitation I was hoping for.

"Sure, let's start with your hand and then your mouth. I'll lie on my back
and you can kneel here beside me." I patted the bed next to my hips. I
wanted to be able to explore his body while Donnie fingered my cock. Donnie
did exactly as I said. He leaned over from his kneeling position and
tentatively, at first, began explore my penis with his fingers. I held his
wrist and showed him how to pump my cock. Once he got the right grip, he
knew exactly the amount of pressure and speed to apply.

Meanwhile I let my left hand explore his little body from his chest down
his flat tummy to his beautiful, hairless scrotum and then underneath to
his anus. This made him squirm. While Donnie was pumping my cock I thought,
what a masterful job for someone who hadn't done it before.

 But maybe it was just so unbelievable that this was even happening that I
was in awe of it all. It only took a bit of time for me to reach my first
orgasm and I yelped out a scream that startled Donnie. "AAAHHH, AAAHHH,
AAAHHH."

My cum came spurting out of the head of my cock and caught Donnie by
surprise, since his orgasms were still dry. The creamy syrup splashed on
his hand and wrist, some of it even going up to hit his face, which was
bent close to examine my prick as he was pumping it.

"Did I hurt you, are you ok?" he said, wiping at the cum off his face and
rubbing his cum-soaked fingers on the bed sheet.

"I'm fine," I panted after I caught my breath. "I have noisy orgasms or I
choose to have noisy orgasms. Don't you ever want to rejoice out loud when
you come?"

"Well maybe, but I need to be quiet too."

"Not here with me son. We can scream as loud as we want when we come."

"Can I give you kisses now on your thingy?"

Winning the lottery would not have given me as much pleasure as that remark
by this naked young man with me on the bed. I grabbed him around the waist
and pulled him on top of me.

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Me too," he said, and he put his lips on mine and pressed hard, which took
ME by surprise. I returned his kiss by pushing my tongue into his mouth and
flicking it a bit. It resulted in a little boyish giggle. Donnie felt
really good lying on top of me.

With our lips touching, his middle was above my cock, so we could feel our
cocks rubbing together.  "I like being here with you Paul. Can you show me
how to use my mouth on your thingy?"

"Yes my boy, I'd like nothing better." I spread my legs apart and he slid
down between them and tentatively put his mouth on my cock.

"Use your tongue to lick the head of my penis until you feel like opening
your lips and taking the head into your mouth." He was able to manage it
without difficulty and knew just what to do. He quickly had me churning. I
helped him apply pressure by holding him by the back of his head. Before I
came again though I wanted to get my mouth back onto his cock, tasting his
sweet testicles and seeing the little rose bud of his anus.

"Turn around this way son, so that I can enjoy you too." He swung his butt
around so that it was over in my face.

"It's funny to do it upside down like this," he said.

"Different," I said, "but if we practice we might be able to both come at
the same time. That's a nice thing to have happen."

Maybe it was beginners luck, or maybe we were just good together but I felt
his urge and mine building at about the same time. I was sucking on his
cock and thrusting a middle finger into his back hole. Both of our orgasms
were muffled because we didn't want to give up where our mouths were, but
his was noisier then it had been before.

We were both feeling quite spent at that point and we pulled the bed covers
over us and snuggled. I'm not sure about Donnie, but I think I might have
passed out within minutes.

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