Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 14:59:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Lickerish <richardlickerish@yahoo.com>
Subject: Professor and Mentor Chapter 4

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Professor and Mentor

Chapter 4

In the kitchen I uncorked a new bottle of Cab and then sniffed the
cork. Holding the glass by its stem I poured a couple tablespoons of wine
in the glass for a quick taste test. I began swirling the red wine around
inside the glass for about 10 seconds and then giving it a sniff test for
aroma. Once satisfied I sipped a little of the wine, letting the liquid
roll across my tongue towards the back of my mouth to get the full
taste. The ten year old wine met all my expectations -- a fine domestic
Cabernet Sauvignon.

I stood in the kitchen sipping the remainder of the wine pondering who the
mentor in my current situation was. Clearly, the relationship between
Charles and I, he was the mentor. With William my next long-term
relationship I was the mentor, but with Sean I wasn't quite sure who was
filling what role yet. I grabbed two fresh wine glasses off the rack before
returning to the bathroom.

On the way back down the hall I couldn't help but think about my past. Even
at 32 I still wasn't sure who or what I was sexually. I didn't know whether
I was homosexual or bisexual; however, the journey down the road of
enlightenment had been filled with anguish and pleasure, caution and
daring. I knew that every since I was a child I'd been enamored with the
male anatomy, especially the penis. As my friends and I began to develop
and mature physically I became captivated by the male body -- the beauty of
the male body. Not that females don't have beautiful bodies, because they
do.

Some human bodies are works of art and the same for external reproductive
organs. My first visit to an art gallery with my parents there were
sculptures of David, Adonis and a couple others. I was totally taken by
these nudes.

I remembered when I was around six years of age I was enthralled seeing the
older adult males naked around my family. Whether it was in the bathroom or
swimming, seeing their soft cocks swinging in the breeze, I though their
bodies were beautiful. I worried for years that my tiny penis would never
measure up. Although my feelings as a child were of inadequacy I was aware
that the penis was a marvelous and fascinating appendage.

Yes, for me the male penis was an amazing appendage. By the time I was six
I remember experiencing erections, realizing that as the penis became erect
it would at least double in size. I also quickly became aware that touching
my penis sent electrifying sensations throughout my body. I believe it was
the beginning of summer when I was nine, maybe ten when I first experienced
touching another boy's penis.

My older cousins would laugh and joke about animals on the farm. How horses
could unreel their cocks much like a fire hose and how their reproductive
organ would hang damn near touching the ground. That was when I learned the
meaning of hung like a horse. My cousins were also infatuated with other
domestic and farm animals, especially the big balls on the bulls in the
pasture, and how all animals procreated. The first animal I ever witnessed
fornicating were a couple dogs on the farm, thus doggie style. I believe
that many young rural boys probably become more sexually aware at a younger
age than their urban counterparts.

One afternoon I was unintentionally invited to take part in some show and
tell in my grandfather's barn. This show and tell session would be with my
cousins and some of their friends. Oh My God, what a learning experience
that was.

The group of about 10 maybe 12 teenage boys, ranging in age from 12 to 15,
had gathered in the hayloft laughing and snickering. When I entered the
barn I heard them, so being a curious lad I made my way up the ladder to
join them. At first I wasn't noticed and didn't understand what they were
doing.

Of course, at first, the boys weren't too happy to see me. One of my first
cousins said to the others, "Oh hell he's old enough let him stay he may
learn something," so they decided to let me stay as long as I promised to
keep my mouth shut about what I saw and never speak of it to anyone.

That was the day I became aware that all boys were not the same. The first
thing I noticed about the group of boys was they were not all the same
size. Some were blessed with a bigger penis and some were smaller; some
were cut while others were uncut. Also, some had pubic hair and others
didn't. As things progressed I discovered that some of the boys, after some
time pulling on their hard penis, much like milking a cow's teat, could
produce a cloudy substance from the tip of their penis. Apparently the
meeting in the hayloft was a rite of passage for farm boys.

One of the older boys, about 14, couldn't yet produce any of the cloudy
substance that the other boys called jizz. Of course some of the younger
boys, including me, couldn't make jizz either, but that was acceptable for
younger boys. However, it was felt that if a boy wasn't jizzing by the time
he was 13 there was something wrong with him.

Throughout the session in the hayloft, that I would later learn was called
mutual masturbation, we all got to hold and play with other boy's
penises. When mine was milked I began to shudder with pure euphoria. I
thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure. Apparently, my 13 year old
cousin took notice, because that night as we slept in the same bed he
wanted to repeat what we'd done earlier that day and more.

The sessions of mutual masturbation continued through the following week as
often as we could find time to fit them in. I widened my circle of mutual
wanker friends. I also learned other things during those sessions as well
as the nightly sessions with my cousin. I couldn't get enough even though I
couldn't produce any jizz.

After two weeks on my grandfather's farm that seemed to fly by my parents
came to collect me one day. Sadly, my unique little summer vacation was
over. I would return home frustrated, hopefully not for long.

At the conclusion of my last little league game my friend and teammate
Aaron asked my dad if I could spend the night with him at his house to
celebrate our victory. My dad agreed, but first he said he'd have to check
with Aaron's parents and if okay I'd have to go home first to get my
pajamas and toothbrush. After everything was taken care of at my house my
dad drove me the short drive to Aaron's house.

Once we arrived the two of us bailed out of dad's car heading for the front
door. Aaron's mom met us and waved at my dad as he drove off. Aaron's mom
explained what she had planned for us which included a snack and a shopping
trip the next day. We would be going to the mall on Saturday concluding
with a movie.

Aaron's ordered Pizza. After we ate our Pizza Aaron's mom instructed us to
go take a bath to get the dirt from little league off our bodies and then
get ready for bed. In the bathroom we undressed. This was the first time
I'd seen Aaron naked. Although Aaron was a year older he was just a little
smaller stature than me, but our cocks appeared to be about the same size
and we were both circumcised.

In the shower Aaron began to soap me up. He turned me around to soap my
back. Then he surprised me. He stepped in close behind me where I could
feel the firmness of his cock pressing against my buttock as he reached
around to begin soaping up my cock and balls. He said, "Feels good huh."

"Yeah," I replied. I didn't want to burst Aaron's bubble. He thought for
sure he was showing me something new, so I played along.

He then asked, "You want to try something sexy in bed tonight?"

"Sure."

Hell yes after two weeks on my grandfather's farm with my cousins and their
friends I was up any thing and every thing. Aaron kept massaging my cock
all the while I could feel his cock growing and poking me in the ass
crack. I had not been drilled in that ass as of that time, but just having
Aaron rub my buttock with his boner was stimulating enough. My cock was at
full mast when Aaron asked, "You want to wash my back and dick?"

"Sure."

We changed places in the shower. My hard cock was now probing Aaron's butt
while I was massaging his boner. We continued to play until Aaron's mom
hollered up, "Okay boys let's get out of the shower. Don't use up all the
hot water."

We rinsed and then dried off before scurrying off to bed. I started to put
on my pajamas. Aaron put his hands out stopping me. He suggested that we
should sleep in the nude, so we would be ready for our play session later
on that night. Once under the covers we continued playing with each other
snickering and laughing lightly. Aaron's mom called up telling us to get to
sleep. I asked, "What about your mom? Won't she hear us?"

"Hell no," Aaron replied, "once she gets to sleep she sleeps like the
dead."

We lay there side by side whispering to each other. I asked my boyfriend if
he could cum yet. He replied that he couldn't, but his cousin that was 12
had just started a couple weeks earlier. He also told me that he'd learn
some neat stuff from his cousin. After a while the light in the stairwell
and hall went out and Aaron's mom called up with, "Good night boys. See you
for breakfast in the morning."

That was our signal for the count down. Aaron told me in hushed voice that
it would be about another thirty minutes. I was filled with anxiety and
curiosity. I wondered what Aaron had in mind. It didn't matter because I
could lay there and stroke Aaron for the rest of the night.

Suddenly, Aaron whispered in my ear, "Don't yell out. I'm going to dive for
a submarine run."

I didn't know what the hell he was talking about; however, it took only a
few seconds to find out. His wet mouth took my cock into his mouth and he
began giving me a blowjob. After a few minutes he surfaced from beneath the
covers and asked, "What'd you think about that submarine dive?"

"Neat," was all I could answer.

My thoughts were interrupted when entered the bathroom. Sean was on his
knees his buttock resting on his feet in the middle of tub smiling up at
me, waiting for his glass of wine.

I walked to the edge of the tub where I began pouring wine into one of the
clear stemmed glasses. The young man reached up whereby he began to remove
the towel from around my waist. Once it dropped to the floor my semi hard
cock that had been trapped beneath the towel sprung forward, so my cockhead
was bobbing eye level with Sean's face.