The Naive Boy

It was 1960.  I had just turned 13 and I was horny and frustrated.  No one
talked about sex.  And I could not figure out how to relieve my
frustration.  I read all the sexual articles in the encyclopedias,
including a few medical books.  They described the process, but gave no
details.  I was too embarrassed to ask my folks, and the kids in my class
were as ignorent as I was.  Somehow, I figured the sperm came out through
the balls, but how?  And then what?  And those sperm really wanted to come
out badly.

Then, I met Bob, our neighbor.  He was a 33 year old man with a great sense
of humor.  My dad was in the Veterans Hospital for an extensive stay.  My
mother called Bob up on the phone and asked him if he could take me to the
store to get some medicine for her.  It was rather late in the evening.  He
agreed and I walked over to his house.  He was already sitting in the car.
I climbed in and we started to talk on the way to the store.  He told me
that he worked for a dairy and one of his jobs was to artificially
inseminate bulls.  I was all ears.  Maybe I could pick up a few clues as to
my own dilemma.  He was not afraid to answer my questions, although I did
not get a chance to ask the big one.  On the way back from the store, he
put his arm around me and pulled me close to him.  His hand slid down to my
waist where he gently rubbed my belly.  I was a pretty lonely kid, and I
enjoyed this attention.  Meanwhile, he was answering my questions about
sex.  We got back to his house too soon, I was really turned on by his
touch.  I regretted that I had to leave this intimate closeness.

Several days later, my mom left me in charge of my brother and sisters.
She had to spend a couple of days with my dad at the hospital.  Although I
had babysitted the kids before, I had never done it for more than a couple
of hours.  She asked Bob to check up on us frequently, and to spend the
night with us.  He agreed.  He came over around 9:00.  I was just getting
ready to take my shower.  Bob sat down in the living room and started
chatting and joking with me.  He seemed genuinely interested in listening
to me, and he didn't talk down to me.  I went in and took my shower.  This
was Florida in the spring, and so I got dressed for bed in short pajamas.
I hated to wear underwear at night.  When I came out of the bathroom, Bob
was standing by the door.  He started teasing me.  He grabbed ahold of me
and started tickling me.  His hands found all of my ticklish spots.  But
then he started tickling around my cock, he grabbed it and I jumped.  I was
a little confused.  No adult had ever touched me there before.  I moved
away from him.  I asked him what he was doing.  He made a joke of it, and
told me that if I wanted to ask some more questions about sex, I could come
into the bedroom later after the other kids were asleep and talk with him.
He was going to sleep in my folk's room.  I went into my bedroom and laid
down.  I was very horny.  I didnt know what Bob wanted to do with me, but
whatever it was, I wanted it desperately.  And Bob had promised to answer
all my questions.  I got very excited thinking about it.  No more damn
encyclopedias.

As soon as the house quieted down a little, I climbed out of bed and went
to my folk's room.  The door was closed.  I knocked on it.  Bob told me to
come in.  When I opened the door, the bedroom was dark except for a small
night light.  Bob was laying on the edge of the bed.  His pants were down
around his feet, and his seven inch thick uncut cock was sticking up
through the opening in his boxer shorts.  My own cock at that time was only
about 4 inches fully erect.  It was a skinny, cut one.  I had just begun to
grow a little hair.  My balls had started to grow, and because of the
Florida heat, they were hanging pretty low.  Bob's cock looked enourmous
compared to mine.  He told me to close the door, and to come and lay down
next to him.  He pillowed my head on his arm and began to massage my chest
and belly.  I started to ask him all about sex.  I liked talking to him,
because he joked a lot and none of my questions were too dumb for him to
answer.  I sprung the big one.  How did the sperm get from the balls into
the woman during sex.  Up to then, I had not realized that the cock was a
multipurpose tool.  I told him that I just did not understand it.  Did the
sperm somehow go through the skin of the scrotum into the women?  This was
my best guess at the time.  He started to explain it out to me.  When he
told me that the sperm was shot out through the cock, if it was stimulated
enough, I was flabbergasted.  Damm, how simple.  As he explained out the
process, his hand started to massage my cock.  It was very small when he
started.  It got hard and sprung to its full 4 inch length.  I felt
strange.  He told me that it needed to get hard, before anything could
happen.  He played with my balls, gently squeezing on them.  Then he ran
his fingers around the head of my cock.  He told me that the sticky stuff
on the tip was pre-cum which helped to lubricate the cock during fucking.
He spread the pre-cum all over my cock.  Then he grabbed my cock in his
fist and started to jerk me off, while with his other hand, he continued to
play with my balls.  I reached over and grabbed his cock hard.  I held onto
it, like it was trying to escape.  I, then, started to imitate the various
things he was doing to mine.  He was dripping like crazy.  I was fascinated
by the way his foreskin would cover and uncover the head of his cock.  He
had big balls and I squeezed them like he was doing mine.  I loved the
smell of his cock.  I started to jack him off like he was doing me.  The
excitement was too much for me.  Suddenly I felt a sensation that I had
never experienced before.  I went wild from his touch.  I started to hump
his hand, pushing my cock up into it, arcing my body again and again.
Then, I had my demonstration on how cum came out.  I shot all over the
place.  My cum flew way up into the air and covered my stomach, his hand,
and got the bed wet.  I just couldnt stop cumming, and I didnt want to.  I
must have really grabbed ahold of his cock at that moment, because I could
feel his precum wetting my hand.  And then I apologized for getting his
hand wet.  This was too much for him, he started laughing so hard, and I
joined in, this was the funniest and best thing that had ever happened to
me.  And my naivete must have really tickled his funnybone.  After I came,
I wanted to do it again, so he just kept jerking me off.  It took only a
couple of minutes for him to get me hard again.  And I wanted some more
time to play with his cock.  I wanted to see if I could get him to cum,
like he did me.  I enjoyed touching that big cock.  I wish that he would
have told me about blow jobs that night, because I probably would have
sucked on him.  I got as close as I could to his cock, watching it, as I
tried to jerk him off.  Looking back on it, I must have really turned Bob
on.  He asked me if I had ever been buggered.  I had no idea what he was
talking about, but I wanted to please him.  So I told him that he could do
anything he wanted to me.

He asked me if we had any vaseline.  I told him that I would get it.  While
I was gone, he placed a couple of pillows on the edge of the bed.  He told
me to lie face down on the pillows.  He positioned my ass, so that it was
sticking up in the air.  Then he put vaseline on his cock, and covered my
ass with it.  He started to play with my asscheeks, I didnt even realize
that he was inside me.  He knew what he was doing.  Then I could feel his
cock.  It felt so good.  I reached behind me and felt that his cock was
deep within me.  Bob laid down on top of me.  He supported himself with one
hand, while he played with my cock with his other hand.  He fucked me
slowly at first, till I got use to it, and then he lost control.  He went
wild fucking me and jerking me at the same time.  It seemed that it lasted
a long time, I was going into ecstacy.  I could feel my butt around his
cock.  I couldnt get enough of him.  And I kept pushing my butt up on his
cock, as far as it would go.  He lost it.  I could feel his cock spasm
within me, and he just kept on shooting load after load within me.  This
set me off again, and I shot another load into his hand.  Bob was
exhausted.  He just laid on me for awhile, till his cock got soft.  When he
finally got up, I wanted to play with his cock some more.  But he said that
he was tired and needed to go home.  I was a little disappointed.  But I
thought that he would see me again soon, and we could repeat the fun we had
that night.  But I didnt see Bob for several months, although he lived
right next door.  During that time, I began to feel guilty about the whole
thing and a little scared.  On the positive side, I now knew how to jerk
off and I did it frequently.  Bob could have had me as his friend for life,
but instead I began to feel bitter towards him, and after awhile wouldnt
even talk to him.....Though I fantasized about that night for most of my
life.

Boylovers...love your boys....