Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 22:48:04 -0600
From: hairyjoe49@hushmail.com
Subject: Mr D - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1.

This is my story. A story of my first sexual experience with an adult
male. I've kept the names of those involved hidden but the activities
described within this story are true.

I lived in a small town. My family consisted of my parents and an
older sister. I never felt that connected to any of them.

One morning I told my mom that I was not feeling well. I had soreness
in my appendix area and felt like I had an upset stomach. I learned a
long time prior to this occurrence that my mother became concerned
when I told her I had pain near my appendix. Her father died of
appendicitis when she was a young girl and she felt that appendicitis
could be deadly. Whenever I did not want to go to school I would feign
as though I might have an appendix flare up and she would let me stay
home. I could not use that illness very often or she would become
suspicious.

This one day was great. My father went to work and my sister went to
school. My mom had a part time job so she was going to be out of the
house for a few hours. She always felt bad leaving me by myself but
she had asked a next door neighbor to come in and check up on me.

I had the house to myself. I put on my bathrobe and went downstairs so
that I could watch TV. Even though I was young I had stopped wearing
pajamas when I went to sleep at night, so the only thing I was wearing
was the bathrobe.

As I lay watching TV the neighbor walked into the kitchen using the
back door. Again this was a small town where I grew up and people kept
their house doors unlocked and it wasn't uncommon for neighbors to
walk in without knocking. This neighbor, I'll call him Mr.D, was in
his early thirties and was a photographer by profession. He had a
photo studio in the basement of his house so he worked there all day.

He came into the room where I was watching TV. I was lying down on the
couch and he greeted me. He sat in a chair near the couch. He told me
that my mom had asked him to stop in that morning to check up on me so
he asked how I was feeling. I told him I was feeling better (no lie
there - I didn't have to go to school so I was feeling great!) He
talked to me some more. I always like Mr D. He was old enough to be my
father but he did not treat me like I was a kid. He always seemed
interested in what I did or had to say.

After awhile he decided it might be good if he checked me out because
he knew what it was like having a sore appendix since he had his
removed a few years prior to that day. He came over to the couch where
I was lying and said he wanted to palpate my abdomen. This is what the
doctor did whenever my mom took me to see him about this appendix
problem.

Mr D asked me to open up my bathrobe so he could start feeling around
my tummy. I was feeling a little uncomfortable doing this because I
was naked underneath the bathrobe. I told Mr D that I wasn't wearing
anything except the bathrobe and he looked at me and smiled. "That's
okay," he said."We're both guys so it doesn't matter if I see you
naked."

I fumbled with the belt that tied the bathrobe together and tried to
open it so that Mr D could feel my abdomen yet I could keep my dick
covered. Mr D kinda smiled and pushed the bathrobe completely open so
that I was laying there fully exposed.

I was really embarrassed by this time and started to pray that I did
not get a hard-on because that would make me more embarrassed.

Mr D started to palpate my stomach area much like how the doctor did
when my mom would take me to see him, Only he took a lot more time
than the doctor did. He also was palpating closer to my dick than what
I usually experienced with the doctor. After awhile Mr D decided my
appendix was probably okay. I quickly closed my bathrobe much relieved
that I was able to experience what I just did without getting a boner.

Mr D sat back in the chair near me and began watching the TV again. He
started talking with me again in his friendly banter. He looked at me
and asked me how old I was. I told him. He said he was surprised that
I had hair down there at such a young age. I told him that I had hair
there for a few months.

Mr D decided that since I was showing signs of maturity that maybe the
soreness that I was experiencing might be a hernia. He said that he
could check me for a hernia, so he asked me to come with him into the
bathroom. I followed him as we went around the corner into the
bathroom. He drop the toilet seat cover and then sat on it. He told me
to come closer to him and as I did, he grabbed the belt of my bathrobe
and undid it so that the bathrobe fell open.

He placed his hand in my groin area as though he was feeling for a
hernia. I had never had anyone do this to me before and thought he
knew what he was doing. (I later learned that Mr D was not giving me a
hernia check, when I actually had a doctor do this when I was much
older.) The back of Mr D's hand was pushed up against my balls. When I
felt him touching me there my dick popped up.

I was beet red by this time. Mr D kept telling me to turn my head and
cough. I'd cough and then look at him. He was staring at my hard-on
while feeling me for a potential hernia. I kept wondering how long
this would take because I wanted to cover up my dick but Mr D wanted
to be sure I did not have a hernia.

Finally he took a long look at my boner and then looked up at me and
smiled. He said that I must be feeling better if I could get a
hard-on. I did not know what to say but stood there getting more
embarrassed. Mr D laughed.

We went back to the room where the TV was. I sat on the couch and Mr D
sat in the chair. Mr D told me not worry about getting a hard-on. He
said that when he was my age he couldn't keep his cock soft. I was
still feeling embarrassed but hearing him use words like 'cock' and
'hard-on' was kinda a turn on to me. I had never heard an adult use
words like these.

Mr D stayed with me for a little while longer and when he left he
suggested that I not tell my mother about what he did to me. He said
that a woman wouldn't understand. I had no intention of telling my mom
about a situation that I found very embarrassing.

This was not the last time that I had an experience with Mr D.