DISCLAIMER: This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.
WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites. Always indulge in safe sex.
OK, so my parents were every gay boi's dream. Crap, they were every young guy's dream. They were like a combination of flower children and nudist commune members. They were open about everything and wanted my brother and I to have no shame about our bodies or sex in any way. Unlike many of my friends, I never thought a second about coming out to my parents. It was no big deal. In fact they were intrigued by it all...as if they could learn about so new dimension of sexuality through me.
Any how, like I said, there were no shame about anything sexual. My father taught my brother and I to enjoy and revel in masturbation, and he was cool about buying us any toys or accessories we wanted. So, when I stumbled on videos and books about karma sutra and "ancient secrets of sexual intimacy" it was no problem for me to get access to them. And that's how it all starter.
Given my families openness, I'd been beating off regularly since I was 12. Crap, when on vacation and my brother and I had to share a room, we were fairly open about getting off when we needed to. When we were younger our dad asked us to tell him the first time we shot a wad or had a wet dream. It was a cause for celebration.
At about age 15 is when my dad got me all the books and videos that I studied in depth. By 16, I'd read about and tried out every masturbation technique I'd ever heard of, and I was also fully awakening to my sexuality. This combination of raw desire, youthful stamina, and a unique knowledge of beating off and general sex techniques put me in an incredible position that I soon capitalized on.
Now, I quickly learned how different my family was from most others when I heard my friends discuss sex and beating off. When it came to wanking, they found out about it mostly on their own and did it shamefully and quickly in locked rooms. I knew from my reading, and experimentation, that these guys were getting only a small portion of the enjoyment that they could out of the act. They were young, hung, virile, able to sprout wood in seconds continually, but they were missing out on so much. I wanted to share what I knew with they, but most of all, I wanted to get in their boxers so that I too could go beyond beating off.
So, when the occasions arose, I started telling them little things about my family's openness and about my dad buying me stuff. They were shocked as hell, but very intrigued. Then, I started mentioning the karma sutra tapes and "male genital massage" secrets of the far east. I could feel the testosterone levels rise at these moments and I knew they were all bonin in their cargo shorts and khakis, but I never pushed too far too fast.
Finally, one night, we were had a party and my house and my family was away, and a bunch of us had had a few too many and done some weed. Six of my best buds were crashing there. Slowly, the conversations turned to sex, and by now they always wanted to know more from me. I had slowly become a "MASTERbater" expert in their eyes. This night I went deeper into some of the ideas about enjoying and reveling in sex and I told them that if they didn't know the things I knew, they were enjoying 1/10th of what they could enjoy.... and they were in much less of a position to please girls they were with.
In a moment I'll never forget, my hottest friend Chad, who was 16 at the time, 5"11 160 with dark hair and brooding eyes...classic soccer jock, says, "Can you show us how to do it?" My heart froze, and I'm sure Chad's did too until Brandon (the classic surfer/sk8ter dude) said, "Yeah, show us."... and others nodded.
I saw my opportunity and seized. We were all drunk and high and horned, and that's 90% of getting until any guy's pants. If I didn't take the most of this situation, I'd regret it for life. So, I layed down some ground rules. I told them they were too uptight about sex, so they needed to relax. The booze and weed were to continue, and I'd work with one guy at a time, for a minimum of a hour, in other room. We all had to swear that this was 100% between us, that it would never go further. With our cocks ragin in our boxers, we swore secrecy on our lives.
So, we came to the matter of who would be my first pupil. I suggested Chad as he was the first to suggest the idea, and as he'd be the subject of many of my own JO fantasies.
I led Chad into my bedroom. We closed the door. I took his hand. He was trembling, which at the moment was a major turn on. I locked the door, told him to relax, and turned off all the nights, so that only moonlight lit the room.
I started to undress and told Chad to strip as well. Sheepishly he took of his shirt revealing his chiseled chest and 6-pack abs. His torso was slender at the waist, like an hourglass, and his Calvin boxers showed above his cargo shorts. Slowly, I unzipped my shorts, let them fall to floor and dropped my boxers to my ankles. I seemed nervous and I said, "Chad, it's cool bro. We're just friends helping eachother out. This is just between us. It's all cool. Relax."
With that he laid back on the bed. I slowly made my way there, reached for his zipper, dropped it down as his cock strained in his boxers. He lifted himself up and I slid his shorts and boxers, already wet in the front, down in one move.
At that moment I felt like shooting myself. Before me was a guy I completely lusted after, drunk, high, naked, bonin, and waiting for me to teach him to beat off better. We both got up in the bed, and I began to talk to Chad about letting go, relaxing, enjoying the feelings of his body and his cock, telling him it was natural, and his right as a guy to beat off any way and any time he wanted. As I did, I was slowly rubbing myself, and his hand headed to his member. I told him to beat his meat like he usually did. As I expected, it was the standard fist fuck. I asked him if he every did it any other way and he looked almost puzzled as if he's ask, "Is there another way?"
I slowly began demonstrating several strokes. Chad stared in amazement as I used boths hand, my fingers, circle of finger, and an occasional fist. Staring in amazement and moaning in delight, he mimicked my moves on his own engorged and beautiful cock.
Always trying to get him to relax more, I reminded him to screen other things out, breathe deeply, and focus his attention on his cock. But, I could tell he was still nervous, so I suggested he close his eyes. As soon as I suggested it I realized he would not be able to see me demonstrate, but I also saw an opportunity, and I took it saying, "Hey, bro. Listen, the best way to get into this is for your to feel what's possible. We're best buds and this is all cool and between us, so how about you lay back and I'll do you. You just relax an enjoy."
After I'd said it I wondered if I'd gone too far, but after what seemed and eternity he said, "You'd do that? Cool" and laid back with his beautiful cock throbbing in the air.
This was a moment I'd dreamed of...touching someone's cock other than my own. With my heart about to beat out of my chest and my own cock about to blow from pressure, I reached for his gorgeous member. As I touched it he shivered, but as I began to stroke it, he relaxed. Then, I dropped all my fears and went to town on him using every technique I could muster and pouring lube all over his cock and balls.
It was different from beating my own meat because I had to try and read what he was feeling. I studied his face, watched his cock and balls, and I listened to his moans. And shit did he moan. The further we got in to it the louder he got. Chad was well beyond being nervous because he obviously didn't care that anyone in the house could hear him. Shit, the neighbors probably did, but I didn't care.
I brought him masterfully to the edge time and time again....right up to the point that his balls raised, his cock became even harder, but I knew just how and when to back him off. But, as much as we both were into this, I knew 5 other studs were outside waiting for their turn. Besides, Chad's moans had now turned into cussing as he moaned and yelled "Shit" and "Fuck, yeah" again an again with no care of who heard.
It was time, and I knew this would be awesome. I whispered, "Ready, bro?," to which Chad replied "Fuck yeah!" Using the strokes he responded to the most, I brought him close and close to the edge, then stopped and told him, "Relax, breathe deep, there's nothing but your cock. Feel it." With 3 quick strokes, Chad was thrown over the edge into the orgasm of his fantasy. His cock arched and the first spurt of jiz flew at least 5 feet from his cock, he must have shot at least 7 spurts of juice, each accompanied by a "Shit!," "Fuck," or "Yeah!."
He were both panting, covered in sweat, and covered in his spunk, which I slowly rubbed into his chest and abs as his breathing slowed. After recovering, he opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "Jeez, bro, that was amazing.
I smiled and said, motioning to the door, "You know, I think they might have even heard you some." He laughed, flashing his killer smile, and said, "Shit, it was so good I didn't care who heard. My mom could been outside the door and I couldn't have held back."
Slowly he lifted himself off the bed and flung his boxers over his shoulder. We walked to the door and paused. He'd just well let them all know he'd cum, so he must have fugured it was no big deal to walk out naked.
Chad stopped, and awkwardly stared into my eyes. It was like one of those crappy teen movies where the guy hesitates to kiss the girl, and I felt he wanted more, but he just said, "Thanks, we gotta do it again, soon."
I opened the door and my friends looked on in amazement at Chad, naked, spent, covered in sweat and jiz, with an big smile on his face as he said, "You guys thought you'd cum before, but you just don't know." They obviously were intrigued as all 5 of them had noticeable hardons in their shorts.
So, I asked, "Who's next?" Without any hesitation, Brandon, my surfer friend said, "Dude, I gotta get off. I can't stand sitting out here for another session like that" and he walked past me into the room.
As I shut the door, little did I know that Bran would teach me nearly as much as I was about to teach him.
One down, 4 more to go...To be continued....
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