Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 13:41:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex-Ed 101

Sex-Ed 101
By
Storyguy22

    It was not in the least unusual for the boy to be present in my
apartment, far from it actually. He had taken to spending a lot of his
latch-key time at my place shortly after he and his single Mom had moved
into the complex where I was living. Not that I minded, in fact it was
quite the contrary, as I found him to be an unusually bright, witty, and
well grounded boy for his young age of fourteen. It also didn't hurt that I
was completely sexually attracted to him, but that part of our relationship
had remained my own little secret. He was aware that my orientation was gay
given that I had never much tried to conceal that fact from anybody, and he
had on more than one occasion witnessed some level of affection between me
and some of my male friends that I considered special. He always seemed
totally nonplused by these sometimes less than subtle overtures, so I
simply never saw a need to make an issue of the situation.

   Those who share my guarded attraction for young teen males would not
have had any problem understanding my feelings once they had seen
Scotty. He was decidedly cute in his boyish kind of way, and his winning
personality only served to bolster his cuteness. A touch on the slender
side, he was around five-eight, and probably somewhere close to
one-twenty-five. His longish hair was a sun bleached sandy color that he
wore parted down the center so that it tended to surround his pixyish face
with errant bangs sweeping over his forehead at times. His complexion was
peaches and cream smooth, not typically the case for a hormone ridden teen
boy, and I was fully aware of his creamy smooth body, given the frequent
outings he and I shared pool side at the apartment complex. There was just
a hint of a developing treasure-trail distending below his cute navel to
disappear into his swim trunks, and I had often speculated on where exactly
it might terminate, and how much of a bush had sprouted above his young
cock. Other than that, his torso was satin smooth and there were just the
beginnings of some soft, light hairs on his lower legs.

   To be completely honest, I had spent a fair amount to time secretly
checking out the very interesting bulges at the front of his swim trunks or
shorts, and I suppose an equal amount of time perving on his bubbly little
butt as well. The boy turned me on, no doubt, and I would have loved
hitting on him if for no other reason than simply seeing him naked, but
concern for his reaction to such a move on my part, and the accompanying
possibility of real fallout from it had prevented me from surrendering to
my dark desires. It was for these reasons, among others, that I was
completely floored by the request he had made earlier today as he fidgeted
nervously, his eyes downcast toward the floor and hidden behind his long
eyelashes. After absorbing my initial shock at his statement, I struggled
not to appear as blown away as I actually was as I told him,

   "Uh, Scotty...Dude...give me that again, okay...?...I think I must have
missed something here..."

   Those long eyelashes batted a few times, an attractive flush of pink
flooded his soft cheeks as he visibly gulped, and inhaled deeply as he
tried again, saying softly,

   "I said...I want you to teach me about...sex...with a guy, I mean."

   Okay, so I HAD heard him the first time. It still didn't want to
compute, even though he had clearly just said it again. I extended my hand,
and cupped his chin, turning his sweet face toward me as I said,

   "Can I ask what brought this up...?...I mean, it's not that I find the
request in the least unattractive mind you...but jeezo Bud...you have to
admit it's kind of off the wall...especially given your age, and mine too
for that matter...I mean...hell Scotty...I'm twenty-six, and you are barely
fourteen for crying out loud, not to even mention that any kind of sex I
might engage in with you could easily land me in jail for the foreseeable
future!"

   He flushed some more, and gave me a small nod of understanding, and with
another deep inhale, he muttered,

   "I know all of that...honest I do...and there is absolutely no way I
would ever...ever...tell anybody about us...but gosh, Rob...I just really
have to know how it works...I just HAVE to...please...!"

   I shook my head, trying not to admit to myself just how attractive his
proposal really was, and I willed my stirring cock to stay out of it as I
tried again,

   "Okay, cool...so even if it stays between us, it doesn't make it
right...and I really would like to know exactly what it is that makes this
such an emergency, if you would care to share that with me."

   He squirmed some more sitting there next to me on the sofa, and I stayed
silent, letting him take his time, and find his own way. Finally, he looked
at me, a pleading, hang-dog expression on his face, and he blurted,

   "Be cause, Dude...because I met this...other boy...and I just know that
he wants us to...be sexy, you know...?...but shit...I don't have a clue how
that happens...or what to do...and I SO want to with him...but...I don't
wanna look like a nerd who knows nada about...that stuff...okay?"

   I tried to laugh it off as I offered,

   "Hell, Scotty...that stuff just pretty much comes natural, you
know...?...like instinct...like riding a bike, or whatever...you don't
actually need to be taught, Dude."

   He shook his head violently, disagreement rapt on his face, as he
blurted,

   "Yes I do...need teaching, I mean...I couldn't even ride a bike until
somebody taught me, so see...?...it's the same thing...come on,
Rob...please Dude...I need you to do this...I want you to do
this...please...?"

   My turn to sigh deeply now, and I shook my head. Part of me, okay, a
LARGE part of me just wanted to can the debate, and whisk this hottie off
to my bed where I would happily spend hours and days tutoring him on my
limitless sexual repertoire, but every survival instinct in me was blaring
loudly. God, I thought, who needs a dilemma like this...?...and that is
exactly what it was, too, as every sexual instinct in me was blaring every
bit as loudly as the survival ones, albeit with a decidedly opposite
message. That part of me was declaring my abject foolishness at the very
thought of turning this delicious young boy down on his offer. Struggling
at some sort of internal compromise, I offered,

   "Tell you what, Scotty...maybe I could help you out here...within
limits...suppose you tell me what aspects of sex stuff you already know,
and we can maybe go from there."

   The boy brightened noticeably, and he flashed me a stunning smile that
seriously rattled my very fragile resolve to stay clear of trouble with all
this, and he quickly answered,

   "That's easy...I don't know ANY of it, so I need you to show me all of
it!"

   Knowing it was a serious mistake the second I did it, I none the less
let my eyes drop to his shorts-clad lap, and his smooth thighs. I could
nearly hear the sound of the final nail being hammered into my coffin as I
muttered lamely,

   "Not anything...?...really...?...not even the simple stuff like
kissing...?"

   Shaking his head, he turned toward me, and leaned in closer as those
full, lush lips of his formed into a pucker as he seemed to agree, saying,

   "Not even that...so show me, Rob...lets kiss...that's a good start!"

   Jesus, this is SO not fair, I thought. At the same moment that I formed
that thought, I caved, the pure temptation of this sweet innocent boy
presenting those luscious lips to me clearly blowing away the final
vestiges of my resolve, and I moved toward him, my own mouth assuming a
kissing position as our mouths met. Oh dear God...now I'm a goner for sure
was my fleeting thought as the first awkward ardor of our kiss blossomed
into something entirely un-awkward, and if I hadn't already been lost, I
definitely assumed that status as my tongue invaded his warm mouth, and he
began eagerly dueling with it, and sucking it.

   Oh boy, if this boy was shooting straight with me, and he actually was a
rookie at this kissing thing, then he was hands down winner of the quick
study award. In seconds we were into this unbelievable passionate kiss,
just like two lovers very familiar with each other, and as the heat of it
zipped toward boiling, my cock snapped to rigid attention inside my shorts,
and my hands reflexively began exploring his slender frame. My hands went
up under his loose fitting tee shirt seemingly of their own volition, and
before I even knew I was doing it, I was gently teasing at his soft, puffy
nipples as he groaned into my open mouth. This continued who knows how
long, and Scotty suddenly broke our heated kiss long enough to mutter
breathlessly,

   "Wow...you're really good at this...man...awesome...do it more, Rob!"

   If you insist, Scotty-boy, I thought, quickly resuming our tongue-duel,
and before I was fully aware of having done it, I had skinned his shirt
over his head, and I was happily exploring the incredible softness of his
smooth chest, and flat tummy with my fingers while he continued to moan
into my mouth. Shit...I needed a breath, no question of it, and I pulled
back slightly as I looked questioningly into his slightly glazed over
eyes. He seemed to grasp my questioning look, and he nodded quickly as he
mused breathlessly,

   "Oh man...oh gosh...do that, Rob...touch me...touch me everywhere!"

   Amazing myself, I suddenly decided that I wouldn't really look all that
bad in an orange jumpsuit, I complied, my hands freely roaming over his
satin like skin, his now rigid little nipples, and even dropping into his
lap to grope the rigid distensions I found there. Holy shit, he was as hard
as steel, amazingly so, and while it clearly wasn't the largest appendage I
had ever gripped, it was certainly among the leaders in terms of rigid
excitement. Losing myself further still, I pushed him down on the sofa, and
then dropped my head down to lap and suck at his stiff little nubbins as my
suddenly independent hand continued to squeeze and stroke his rock hard
boyhood, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, as he
panted,

   "Oh Rob...oh wow...this is amazing...totally...freaking...amazing!"

   Honestly, Your Honor, I have NO idea how his shorts ended up in a heap
on the floor...right there on top of his tee shirt...and there is no way
you can hold me accountable for sliding my tongue along that creamy smooth
torso until it had somehow begun washing over that rigid erection that
poked severely at those nearly obscene little briefs that clung to his
mid-section like someone had spray painted them on him. And it certainly
didn't help one bit that the boy was currently humping that sweet little
ass at me, his thrusts matching my tongue explorations which had somehow or
other rendered his sexy little briefs so very wet with my saliva that the
outline of that delectable young cock was as visible as if were fully
naked.

   "Oh Jeez, Rob...oh yea...you are, huh...?...you're gonna suck me,
huh...?...oh god, yea...please...hurry!"

   Not fair again, not one damned bit! What red-blooded American male of
the gay persuasion could possibly resist such an impassioned plea, I ask
you...certainly not moi, and trust me, the boy need not ask me again! I
suddenly flushed any thought or regard for the fact that he was underage,
and that aside, that he was a full twelve years my junior, as I capitulated
completely to his plea and I quickly dispensed with those tiny briefs,
adding them to the pile of his shirt, and shorts down there on the floor.

   As eager as I had become, I have to admit that the sight of the boy
fully naked, and so very erect, stopped me cold, at least momentarily as I
drank in his stunning beauty. My heart was a jackhammer in my chest, and my
own erection was so hard it ached, and oozed a steady flow of my precum
into my shorts as I looked him over carefully, leaving not one small inch
of him unnoticed. If I had thought Scotty stunning while dressed in his
shorts, or swim suit, to see him in all of his youthful glory was all but
heart-stopping, and I'm sure I drooled like a 4th stage stroke victim. He
blushed prettily, fully aware of my hungry gaze, and his eyes followed my
hand as I reached for his rigid boyhood, and grasped it firmly. Our eyes
met then, and that pleading look returned as he mumbled under his breath,

   "Rob...oh my God...do it please...please...suck me!"

   Naw, I was just kidding around, Scotty, I thought silently...NOT...and
without further ado, I did just that. I dropped down, and lowered my head
to his crotch, and slid out my tongue to swipe at the perfect knob of his
boyhood before licking my way down his length, and then swabbed his tight
and crinkled pouch of balls. While I was wetly exploring his ample sperm
makers with my tongue and lips, I seized the opportunity to visually
inspect his tackle from my close-up vantage point, and let me say that I
was impressed...very! His boyhood was easily five inches long, and thicker
than I would have guessed, and it was lined with several engorged veins
that ran vertically along it. The head was nearly sculpted in it's perfect
plum-like shape, and whoever had trimmed his foreskin at birth had done so
with perfection, the remaining scar blending nearly unseen with the
pinkness of the shaft. He had a small but distinct thatch of light colored
pubes spread neatly over his pubic bone, and the balls I was currently
lapping and sucking were impressive in size, and looseness, given his
tender years. I was sure that they would be fully capable of producing an
ample offering of the boy-honey that I was now craving, and as if to prove
that to myself, I quickly backed away from his pouch, and licked my way
back to that juicy knob.

   Scotty was panting loudly, a steady cadence of soft groans and grunts
mixing with his effusive blurts of "wow's" and "oh's" as I slid the full
length of that spectacular boyhood inside my mouth, and sucked it like I
was attending the last supper. His thin fingers grabbed at my hair, and his
hips bucked up and down as I applied my full measure of oral skills,
driving him without mercy toward what I hoped was going to be a massive
orgasm accompanied by an equally massive eruption of that precious essence
known as boy-batter.

   In retrospect, it didn't seem to take very long to reach that stated
objective. It was as though I had just begun to apply my full bag of tricks
when Scotty suddenly thrust sharply upward off the sofa, his hips all but
driving that rampant young erection out the back my throat, and I felt it
swell, and buck in my drooling mouth just before the moment of truth. I
tasted the tartness of his steadily flowing juices, and as the wide shaft
seemed to grow wider still, it suddenly erupted, spewing forth a stunning
volume of his creamy cum, rapid jets of it ejaculating into my mouth so
quickly that I had trouble keeping up with it as I eagerly gulped it all
down. Narrow drizzles of the stuff drooled from the corners of my mouth as
his volume outdid my swallowing capabilities, and almost as quickly as it
had begun, it ended. He collapsed back against the sofa, spent and panting,
his chest heaving as he gulped in air, and I ran my tongue through my
mouth, savoring his lingering tastes as long as possible. As his boyhood
began to soften and wilt, I let it slip from my mouth and sat up. I looked
down at him, and couldn't stop the broad grin from painting over my face as
I saw the stunned and blissful expression on his cute face as he looked
back at me. He smiled as well, and shook his head as he reached out to
swipe a finger at an errant ribbon of his cream that ran over my chin, and
he giggled then, saying,

   "Oops...missed a little!"

   I laughed, and then gripped his now small penis between thumb and
finger, and squeezed it, milking a final teardrop of his nectar from the
slit. I bent down, and lapped it away as he giggled again, and then I sat
back, and faced him with a serious expression as I said,

   "Okay hot-stuff...lesson one...kissing...you passed, by the way...lesson
two...receiving a blow job...a GREAT blowjob, I might add...passed that,
too...so now then...lesson three would be GIVING a blow job...think you're
up for that?"

   His grin went wider, and he nodded his head as he answered,

   "Ohhh yea...totally...get out of those clothes, Rob...lets see what kind
of teacher you are...!"

   Someplace in the deep corners of my mind I knew that none of this was
right, but in the heat of the moment it was all too easy to just push the
thought deeper and just ignore it all together. I started shedding my
clothes as Scotty settled back to watch, a sly little smile on his face. As
I stepped out of my shorts I turned toward him, and saw his eyes widen as
his gaze settled on my small briefs that were seriously tented with my
rigid erection. His pink tongue slid out to swipe at his lush mouth and I
moved closer to him, nearly poking him in the face with my
erection. Putting my hands on my hips, I taunted him a little by wiggling
my hips as the tented briefs nearly made contact with his face, and he
boldly reached out his hand to grasp my hardon. He squeezed it, and then
pumped the shaft as he muttered something I didn't catch, and then he
gripped the elastic, and yanked the small garment down my legs.

   My cock bounced free, again nearly slapping his cute face, and his eyes
went wide again as he hissed,

   "WOW...you're really big...and hard!"

   I chuckled, and told him that all hot boys had that effect on me, and he
playfully slapped at my cock before once more closing his soft fist around
it. I splayed my legs, and stood proudly before him as he eagerly explored
my erection, and my dangling balls. I could actually feel his warm breath
on my pulsing cock, and as I watched breathlessly, he inched forward until
he was sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock scant inches from his
face. He stared at me for a moment, and then his tongue shot out, and
lapped across the smooth head of my erection. I shuddered, the sensation
unbelievable as he warmed to the task, and licked all over my straining
erection before opening his mouth, and taking about half my length
inside. A strange noise suddenly filled the room, and then I realized that
it was me releasing an animal sound as the boy's warm, wet mouth engulfed
my cock. If he felt any awkwardness with the presence of a hard penis
filling his mouth it was certainly not apparent, and within a matter of
minutes he had my balls in a roil. The slurping noises he was making as he
bobbed up and down on my drooling rod only added to the rapidly rising
excitement I was feeling, and my hips bucked in sync with his mead
movements.

   I gripped his head in my hands, guiding him as the orgasm began deep in
my balls and roared along the length of my expanding cock until I groaned
loudly as my load erupted into his mouth in spurts so strong my knees
threatened to buckle as I unloaded a massive amount of sperm. Scotty gagged
at first, but quickly recovered and I watched his sweet face contort as he
struggled to swallow the flood. Finally I was spent, and I backed away, my
still hard cock slipping from his mouth as I collapsed onto the bed beside
him. He swiped at his mouth with his hand, eradicating the overflow of my
semen that dripped from the corners of his sweet mouth, and he looked at
me, a sheepish expression on his face. I grinned broadly, and reached out
to ruffle his soft hair as I managed to stammer,

   "Amazing, little Buddy, simply amazing...definitely another passing
grade for that!"

   He giggled, and made a big show of smacking his stained lips as he
replied,

   "For sure...man, Rob...I been wanting to do that for so long...thinking
what sucking would be like...and wow...it's even more awesome than I
thought it would be...I liked that...a lot!"

   Chuckling, I reaffirmed his natural talent for the act, and then told
him that while I had no idea who his "special" friend was, I very
definitely envied him the pleasure he was soon to enjoy. He blushed some as
I ran that past him, and then we stretched out on the bed for a well
deserved rest. We did some mutual touching, a relaxed and non-urgent
exploration of each others bodies, and I gently probed him regarding just
how far he planned to take things with his Buddy while I contemplated the
wisdom of introducing him to any type of anal play. I reasoned that at
fourteen that aspect of gay sex might have been a bit complicated for him,
and his friend, assuming their ages were similar, not to mention the
hygienic concerns that may well not have received the amount of attention
they deserved during the white heat of hormone crazed boys. I finally
decided that while full fledged fucking might be a touch premature for him,
it might still be fun to play around the edges of the act with some careful
fingering, and maybe a little rimming. He deserved to sample the intensity
of some prostate stimulation and the powerful orgasm that usually went with
it, and I was confident that he would enjoy it immensely if he would trust
me enough to fully relax.

   I suggested a shared shower, and Scotty leapt at the idea, rushing into
the bathroom as I seized the opportunity to check out his pretty little
ass. Yup, I told myself, that little bubble very definitely begged for some
serious attention, and I was just the guy to provide it!

   The shower was every bit as much fun as I had anticipated, and we
emerged from the stall wet, refreshed, and with fresh erections. Repairing
to my bed once more, we picked up pretty much where we had left off,
cuddling and kissing as our hands and mouths wandered over each other
hungrily. As I was supine between his splayed legs while sucking his pretty
boyhood, and his plump pouch of balls, I looked up at him, and winked as I
asked,

   "Scotty...if you trust me, and just relax and go with me, I want to show
you another level...one that isn't for everyone, but one that can be very
intense if you let it happen...what do you say, Champ?"

   He looked at me a moment as he mulled that, and then he smiled, and gave
a little shrug as he replied,

   "I don't see how it could get any more intense actually...but sure,
Rob...I wanted you to teach me, right...?...and I definitely trust
you...so..."

   I winked again, and then went back to sucking him, and licking his
balls, finally letting my tongue follow the tight seam of skin that trailed
down from his tight scrotum toward his little pucker. He gasped loudly when
he caught on to where I was headed, and it occurred to me that the boy was
a bit more ring-wise than I had anticipated with regard to matters of the
flesh. The internet, I supposed, and the seemingly endless amounts of
information that was available there to today's teens that made them wise
beyond their years.

   My tongue slid into the warm crease that divided the curvy globes of his
butt, and when I reached the area of his treasure, I used my fingers to
separate the firm mounds so that his pink little oval swam into
view. Extending my tongue, I washed over the ring of muscle that guarded
his opening, and he went tense as he uttered a low groan. I licked him
repeatedly, the lingering scent of soap from our shower washing over me,
and I savored the tartness of his flavor. Washing my tongue over his ring,
I rolled it, and added some pressure to its center. Scotty was making soft
mewing noises, and his lithe body went tight as my tongue slid past his
tightness, and entered his snug chute maybe a half inch.

   "OHhhh jeez...!" he hissed..."nasty...fuuuuck...that feels awesome!"

      Pleased with his enthusiasm, I lifted his coltish legs, and bent them
back, a maneuver that greatly improved my access to his treasure, and I
licked and stabbed at him repeatedly as he thrashed around under my
ministrations. His had went to his erection, and he fisted it as I licked
his hot little hole, and when my jaw threatened to lockup, I pulled back,
and flipped him over onto his tummy. Reaching to the night stand, I got a
bottle of lube, and quickly anointed his little pucker with the slippery
gel. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers, and then began teasing at his
opening, slicking it liberally before I gently pressed against its
tightness until my finger slid inside his warmth to the first knuckle.

   "AGggg...whoa...weirdness...!" he grunted.

   Stopping my penetration, I held my finger still and gave him a minute to
adjust. When he seemed to relax some, and his vise-like grip on my invading
finger softened, I pressed on, carefully easing the entire length of my
middle finger into his buttery softness. He was panting into a pillow, and
I felt his inner muscles flexing and relaxing on my finger, and I began a
slow in and out, fingering his hot little asshole. He scooted his knees
further under him as he began pushing back at my probing finger, and I
worked it in and out steadily, searching for, and then finding his sweet
spot. As my finger came in contact with his hard little gland, he sucked in
a breath, and moaned softly. I massaged the tender nut, making tiny circles
with my fingertip, and Scotty began huffing and panting as his little butt
rode my finger.

   "OHhh man...fucking sweet...it's gonna make me...cumm...!" he huffed,
his rigid boyhood drilling the mattress beneath him as his orgasm built.

   I pressed firmly on his gland, and used my free hand to cup his balls as
his hips bucked and his ejaculate shot through his cock to soak the sheet
under his pumping erection. As he slowed and settled, his flushed face
buried into the pillow as he floated back to earth, I slowed my strumming
of his prostate, and then eased my finger from his hole. I rolled him over,
relishing the massive wetness that streaked his smooth stomach and the very
wet sheet, and I gave him a wide smile, as I asked,

   "So...?...was I right, or was I right...?"

   He grinned, his head rolling side to side as he huffed breathlessly,

   "For sure...dude...that was, like, the most intense thing ever...!"

   "Cool...!" I replied..."glad it worked like that for you...now you have
an idea what the real-deal is all about...someday, when you find the right
guy, you will go the distance, and see what it is really all about."

   He blinked at me a few times, letting that register, and I saw his
expression change when he got it, and he nodded, saying,

   "Oh yea...I see...you mean...fucking...like, for real."

   I just nodded, making no reply, and he sat up, throwing his harms around
my neck as he said,

   "Thanks, Rob...really...thanks for showing me...and helping me
understand it all...you really are a Bud, for sure!"

   I hugged his lean young body, savoring his warm smoothness on my bare
skin, and I told him, meaning every syllable,

   "Trust me Scotty-boy...it was my pleasure...big time!"

The End
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