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The week had ended. Band competition was completed. We had maintained our superior rating. All things went as expected, except for Ernie, who had experienced a wonderment he would remember the rest of his life. He had had his first (of many to come) encounters of gay sex. He didn't know how he felt. He didn't feel guilty or ashamed. He hadn't fallen in love, but he had certainly lost some unearthed inhibitions, and acquired a thirst for some more excitement in the lavender world. Perhaps it was a fear that he might create suspicions from the other band members, as he chose not to sit by me on the bus ride home. To be more explicit, he rarely looked at me and was sure to look away every time we made eye contact.
I was pleased with the way things went. I had enjoyed "breaking him in", and got a tremendous pleasure when Jim had joined us. I had felt no romantic inclinations toward Ernie, but a great deal of excitement in sharing my sexual knowledge with a newt. I had great confidence that what happened between us would remain a common bond of silence. In those days, the word "gay" hadn't been used, yet. If you had sex with another guy you were "queer", a "pansy", a "sissy", a "fag", etc. Since I looked "normal" or like a "regular guy", I wasn't anxious to have one of these euphemisms tagged to my character. All was quiet and back to routine on school the following Monday, until second period Latin II. There was still about three minutes before the bell would ring to commence class, when I sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find, as usual, Jim Hinton, who always sat behind me. Jim was tall, lanky, short hair, and would have been very good looking if it weren't for those stupid black, horn-rimmed glasses he always wore.
"Hey Mark," he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"What do you know about masturbation?"
"Are you serious?"
"Dead on. Someone told me I should ask you."
"Who, for God's sake?"
"I'd rather not say."
"How old are you...sixteen?"
"Yeah."
"And you don't know about masturbating?"
"Not really...I was always told by my parents, it was something I should never do, or suffer consequences."
"Are you suppose to go blind, or grow hair in your palms?"
"Something like that...only worse."
"Well believe me, nothing bad will happen to you...You'll probably get the greatest thrill of your life."
The bell rang and Miss Patterson entered the room.
"Can I talk to you, more about it, at lunch?"
"Sure, if your not putting me on."
"I'm not...I, honestly, want to know."
I know it sounds strange to hear two high school juniors talking so innocently and unknowing, but in those days, those were the social mores.
Fourth period came, and it was time for lunch. When I entered the cafeteria, I looked about the room for Jim. He was far in the corner, sitting alone, As soon as he saw me, he motioned for me to come over to his table. I felt a tingle of excited humor, as I approached a new "student". I got my lunch from the line and walked over to him and sat down. Everyone else had settled, so it looked as if we would share a private table, just the two of us.
"Now, what do you want to know?", I began.
"Everything...How do you do it? How long does it take? How do you know when you've finished? What does a climax feel like? How often can you do it? Are you sure it won't affect your mind or your thinking?" he rattled off.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on...one question at a time. I still can't believe you don't know about all this,"
"Well, I don't. I've never asked anyone about this, except Dad, and he told me...'Don't do it...You're a straight "A" student, and I don't want anything messing up your mind.'...and I've never tried it."
"OK. Let me ask you something...and be honest...would you like me to tell you, or would you rather I show you?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"I could show you a lot quicker than trying to explain the "in's and out's" of it...that is...if you would be comfortable, letting me show you."
"When...and where?"
"Your dad is a dentist and your mom works as his receptionist, right?"
"Yeah."
"What time do they get home?"
"Around 6:30"
"Are you home alone, until then?"
"Yeah."
"How about this afternoon? Do you have a car?"
"Today, would be great!...and yes, I do have a car."
"I could call my mom and tell her I'm going to your house to get the Latin assignments, I missed last week, while I was on the band trip, and have her pick me up around 6:00."
"Gosh, I can't breathe, just thinking about it. Meet me in the parking lot after school...and Mark, thanks, for not laughing at me...and please, please, please, don't tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry...just don't YOU tell...I still want to know who told you to ask me about this."
"Maybe, I will, later."
"I just don't want, whoever it is, to see me leaving with you in your car, after school. Why don't I walk down to the second bus stop below the school and you pick me up, there."
"That's good...see you, there."
My mind raced through the next next four periods. I thought 3:15 would never arrive. It did...and by 4:00, we were pulling up in the Hinton driveway...very chic...very upper-crust...the house of a very successful dentist.
"Let's go to my room," was the first thing he said,
"Lead the way."
I was very impressed by the furnishings of the house, and the neatness and order of Jim's room. He, even, had his own TV, a mahogany desk, two chairs, and a big double bed. I saw how the "other half" lived.
"Sit down, and make yourself at home, while I go to the kitchen and get us a couple of Cokes. Oh, if you need to pee, the bathroom is the next door down on the right."
"OK. I suggest that you pee, too, before you come back."
He grinned..."OK".
He soon returned with two bottle Cokes, handed one to me and sat in the chair by the desk.
"OK, what'll we do?"
"Well, since I'm new at giving lessons, let me start by saying that everything we do in this room will STAY in this room...no one is ever to know."
"Settled."
"Second, I want you to relax and be open with me, ask anything you want, also, I want you to try to be willing to do as I say, without any shame, guilt, or embarrassment. Can you?"
"I'll try."
"Now, do you have any dirty books, pictures, or magazines?"
"Nothing like that...my Mom would kill me if she found out I had anything like that."
"OK, we'll improvise and make up our own fantasies as we go."
"Fantasies?"
"We'll get to that...now, how would you feel if I told you to take off all your clothes?"
He blushed. "For real?"
"For real...and take off those glasses...Jim, do you know how good looking you are without them?"
"No."
"Well, believe me...You could be a real heart-throb, if you didn't try to hide your looks behind those black plastic frames."
He took the glasses off and set them on the desk. I was right, Without them, he was actually handsome...like the secretary in the movies that wears spectacles, and one day she takes them off, her boss sees her for the first time, and falls in love with her.
He looked at me. "Are you going to get undressed, too?"
"Yes, I will, but I want you to strip first, to see if you're serious about all this business."
He slowly began to unbutton his plaid shirt. He was wearing a white T-shirt underneath. He pulled the shirt tails out of his waistband and kick off both his loafers.
"You have any strip music?"
He laughed, breaking the tension. "Would you like me to put on some music?"
"Yeah, got any Percy Faith or Mantovani?"
"Both."
"Do you have Percy Faith's, "Bouquet", album?"
"Yes." (I was sure he would have it.)
"Put it on, nice and quiet."
He put the LP on his record player and soon we heard the first band of "Speak Low". Then he came back to the desk and began to unbuckle his belt. His jeans were loose. In those days, we didn't show off our crotches with tight-legged trousers. He slid down his pants, sitting to remove one leg at a time, leaving him only in white T-shirt, briefs, and white socks. He tugged and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing a smooth chest...not muscular...certainly no fat...just a average upper torso on an average American boy.
"Socks, too?"
"Socks, too,"
Off they came. He stood and paused, grabbing both sides of his briefs.
"Well, here goes." He quickly lowered his underwear, stepped out of them and stood naked before me, across the room, for my eyes to behold, the "real" Jim Hinton. He had a thick patch of brown pubic hair, to match the thick wad under each of his armpits. He looked great. There was a 4 1/2 inch soft penis bobbing over two perfectly shaped balls. He had no foreskin. He wouldn't, having a father in the medical profession. In those days, everyone was circumcised for health reasons. He placed both hands over his privates.
"Don't cover it up. I want to see what we have to work with." I told him.
He removed his hands and asked nervously, "Now what?"
"Come over to me."
He walked what must have seen like the last mile to him, and approached me.
"Can you get it hard...or do you want me to."
"You mean, 'just get it hard'?"
"Yes."
"Do you know a short cut?"
"Yes, just stand still, and don't wince."
I put out my right hand and began to massage his flaccid tool. At the same time, I cupped his scrotum and began to massage...and suddenly, like Pinocchio's nose, his cock began to grow. It swelled up to a good seven inches in length, and a nice medium width,
"Are you embarrassed?" I asked.
"Sorta...I would feel better if you were naked, too."
"That can be arranged. Keep playing with yourself, the way I was, while I take off my clothes."
I began to undress. He watched every move I made, in anticipation of seeing me. He even took a little nervous gasp as I slid down my briefs. We were both nude, giving each other the "once-over".
"Man, you've got a great body", he said.
"It's no more great than yours." I assured him.
"Can I get you hard, the way you did me?"
He didn't have much to do, as I was already semi-erect by just touching him.
"Be my guest, touch anything you want to, this is your lesson."
His hand quivered as he reached for me. Not only that, but his hands were cold...out of sheer nerves I guess. When his grasp was firm and I started to expand, I saw his cock bounce up and down twice. To put it at ease, I took him in my hand once again.
"Jim, I don't know if you are attracted to boys or girls. It doesn't matter. What we're doing is just "guy" stuff. It's not queer...or faggy...we're just experimenting as most guys do."
"You mean, all guys do this?"
"That's what the medical books say."
"What have I been missing?"
"Lots...but we'll catch you up."
"Now to work yourself up to a climax...you have to grab yourself and move the skin of you penis up and down. Try to rub underneath the head of it with your forefinger and create a friction. This causes greater stimulation and gets you off quicker. Here, let me show you."
I began to jerk him slowly at first. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet, "ooooh".
"Let's go sit on the side of your bed."
We sat down and I told him to lay back, close his eyes, and think about the person in the world that he would most want to do this to him.
"I don't care if you think about a boy, a girl, a movie star, a musician, singer, or school teacher. Think about the ONE person, you would like having them masturbate you. Don't tell me. Just lie back and think about them...You and them. OK?"
He lay back and I don't know who or what he was thinking, but I swear, his cock got harder. I squeezed him and began a firmer stroking action. Once again, I cupped his balls with my free hand. I stopped, long enough, to spit on my hand, to give him an additional thrill, as my wet index finger rubbed beneath his glans. I looked back at him and his head was moving side to side. His eyes shut, tightly and he was holding his breath, between gasps and moans. His ball sac was my monitor to let me know if and when he was getting close to that first orgasm. I felt the two large marbles begin to contract and start to move upward into his body. He was ready. His body began to sweat and shimmer. His legs were trying to raise up. His moans were becoming more audible. Then suddenly every muscle in his body tightened. He cried out as the first, the very first, spurt of white milk erupted out his slit. It must have shot three feet, followed by another, and another. He was yelling, "Oh, oh, oh," with each gush. Finally after the eighth eruption, he seemed to collapse into the mattress.
"Oh God, that was wonderful!!!"
I eased my grip and rubbed all the jism I had collected in my hand, all over his cock, balls, and stomach. I let him lay there until the room stopped spinning and he came back to reality. His breathing returned to normal.
He looked at me and I asked, "How was it?"
"Mark, I can't believe it. I've never felt anything like that in my life."
"Jim, welcome to manhood. Do you feel OK?"
"Yeah."
"How's your eyesight? Did you go blind? Look at your palms. Do you see any hair growing? How is your mind? Do you think you're going crazy?"
"My eyes are fine. No, there's no hair in my palms. But my mind is another story. I can't help but think of all I've been missing. How soon can I do it again?"
"That's up to you and your sex drive. Some guys can do it immediately. Others have to wait fifteen to twenty minutes."
"Heck, look at the mess I made."
"Don't worry about the mess. We'll clean it up when we're through."
"Mark, would you let me do it to you, to see what it looks like?"
"I was hoping you would. This is your lesson. Do anything you want to. That's what I agreed to do."
"OK, You lie back and let me see if I can make you do what I did."
"Mark, you won't have any trouble making me cum. You can touch, grab, probe, any part of me and I won't mind."
He did just that. As soon as I lay back, he began an anatomical exploration. He put his hands on my chest and massaged my pectorals. He got brave and pinched my nipples and I saw the delight in his eyes when they became erect. He rubbed my abs. My hips. Up and down my legs, first on the outside and then up my inner thighs, as he zeroed in on his ultimate target. I could still sense a nervousness in his touch and breathing. The idea of having another live body at his disposal was like a kid opening presents at Christmas. He gingerly took my cock in his hands and began to work it, imitating the same procedure I had done to him. He was having the most fun of his life. I wanted this to be a pleasant experience. This was his first time, and it should always be remembered as a wonderful time.
And me? I was dying to "get off" from the first instant I touched him. I was just as excited as he, but I wanted to appear to be the wise sage and mentor. That was some of the best acting I had ever done. It was all I could do, to keep from lurching at that virgin penis and sucking it dry, I knew that would probably scare him or turn him off completely. That would be lesson number two, if there was to be one,
He stroked me until I could take no more. I had to shoot. I did tell him that I was ready. He was more excited than I. I knew I had a large load to give, so he would get a good look at the show he was seeking. And shoot, I did, All over my stomach. I hit my chin. I hit his face, landing on his left cheek and one eruption even managed to splat on his lips. When my action subsided, he looked at me so caringly and said, "Mark, that was beautiful. Did I do it right?"
"You get an "A+". I laughed. "It looks like I made a mess all over myself and your face. Lean down and let me lick it off your lips."
"You want to taste it?"
"I do it all the time."
I pulled his head toward mine and began licking the hot cream off his mouth, when suddenly, he surprised me, by sticking out his tongue to touch mine, as he wanted to see what sperm tasted like. While our tongues battled to see who could lap up the most, I became brazen and turned the tongue joust into a kiss. I heard him exhale deeply, giving in to the moment, and he started to respond by putting his arms around me, pulling our bodies together. He moved his left leg between mine and I could feel his dick becoming hard, once more, as he was hunching my right thigh in a slow determined motion. I went even further, as I returned his embrace and let my hands explore up and down his back, grasping his ass cheek with my right hand.
Was this his first kiss, too? He would unlock our lips. He kept turning his face and continued probing my mouth with his tongue. I had really unlocked his emotional Pandora's box. Jim was hungry for love and I was enjoying it too much, to stop him.
When the kiss ended, he didn't look at me. He kept his mouth near my ear and whispered, "Can we do it again?"
"What time is it?"
"Almost five-thirty."
"My Mom will be here in about a half hour to pick me up. We really should clean up the room and get presentable to cover out tracks."
"Well, let me cum, one more time."
"OK, but this time, you do it by yourself...Lie back and enter your fantasy world, and jack yourself off for the first time. I'll get a cloth from the bathroom and clean up and get dressed. You just stay there and have a good time."
"I wish you would lie here with me."
"No, I don't want to invade your dreams."
I got off the bed and left him to experiment, while I steadied the room and myself. When I returned from the bathroom, he was into heavy action. I dressed, watching, all the time, waiting to see him build for his first solo. I saw it coming and I returned to the bed. He was ready to explode. I couldn't resist. I removed his hand from his throbbing member and engulfed the whole shaft in my mouth, deep into my throat, as I let him unload every drop he could muster, down my esophagus. He screamed in ecstasy. I all of him and swallowed.
Once again, it was calm. I removed my mouth and went back to his lips and planted a gentle kiss.
"I gotta go. You've learned a lot in one afternoon. Now have fun tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow."
I started out of the bedroom door and turned back for one last look,
"Some day you can tell me who your dream lover is."
"I'll tell you, now...it's you."
I smiled and went out the door.