Michele Italian Boy Model

Michele - a teen nude model journey of self discovery - part 1 by Michele N. micnuteg@gmail.com

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FOREWORD

My name is Michele. I am a 24 year old Italian proud gay man. This story starts when I was still a teenager.

Before I start telling you my story, I would like to stress out that I am not a native English speaker and I hope you will excuse me for my writing style, or lack of style. I still want to share with the largest number of people and I hope that you will enjoy my story. Yes this is partially my story. I am looking forward to reading your feedback.

PART 1

Nudity was never an issue around the house when I grew up. My parents raised me, their only child, in a way that was extremely different from the rather narrow mindset of the conservative Italian society in which they grew up. We were in many ways seen as the unconventional side of the family. I suppose most people would see them as bourgeois, but that is just due to their education and the fact that they were making a good living. But they did not live like most of their friends who would never consider a holiday elsewhere than in a luxury hotel or club.

My parents were not nudist in the strict sense. They did not feel the urge to live in the nude all the time but if we were on a clothing optional beach, they but would go for the naked option and would never force me to anything, but most of the time I was the first one to drop all my clothes. As a kid I did not always realized it was not ok for everyone and they often had to stop me as nude beaches are not that common in Italy.

At home we lived as everyone else, but walking in and out of the shower naked was not uncommon. We also all slept in the nude. When I would go on school trips or holiday camps, my mum would always remind me to put on at least pajama trousers in order not to shock the others. I never told her that I would never follow her advice on the first night and only put it on if someone made a remark. I was very self confident and was never afraid to face other kids' comments. Not shy about my body, I was also not shy to speak up.

I only got in trouble once when my parents accidentally signed me up in a camp run by nuns. They had to come pick me up after just two days! I was 14 and had a huge crush on another kid whom I persuaded to share a shower with me rather than wait in line for a free one. When the nuns found out, they decided I was a bad influence and called my parents who said they did not see what the problem was. They would always stand up for me, but on the way back my dad told me 'Michele, you sometimes will have to adapt to the people around you rather then try to change them.'

(My name Michele is pronounced almost like Mikaylay).

• But I don't understand what was wrong?

• Not everybody shares the same sense of wrong and right. What matters is to do what you think is right without hurting others.

• But I did not hurt anyone. Actually I was just meaning to help.

Obviously that was not entirely true as I did not offer the boy to join me just out of consideration for the rest of the queue but because I wanted to share that intimate moment with him. I knew what gay was, and I knew I was gay.

As I ended up being alone at home during the next couple of days, I spent most of my time nude whether inside or outside in the garden. And on the first week-end when I came down for breakfast without any clothes on my parents did not react, and this became a habit of mine for the rest of the summer. I stopped when I went back to school.

The year after I went to a camp selected more carefully. We were in groups of four, sharing a tent. The camp was widespread over several fields rented from a local farmer. There was absolutely nothing there and we had to build our own showers and toilets from rough fabric.

On the first night I suggested to my new friends to skip out and go for a night swim in the nearby lake. They all followed. All the boys were my age. When we reached the shore I stripped down and rushed to the water. Tom, the guy who seemed most fun and was definitely the best looking of my new companions, joined me also naked but the other kept their underwear. I was the only one to sleep nude and the others joked about it but not in a rude way.

The showers were very basic and there was very little hot water so we had to share. Nudity in the presence of the others became a very natural thing for all of us. After a couple of days, the boys got used to being without clothes under the tent too. One night Tom asked me if I wanted to go skinny dipping again. I obviously said yes and the other two actually said they were coming too.

Nothing special happened until the last night. One of the boys had sneaked in a bottle of alcohol which he kept for that last day. We quickly got a bit drunk and one of us said he had to pee. We all went outside naked for a piss challenge. It was late and and there was a lot of space between each tent so there was no chance of getting caught. The one who could pee the further would decide on the next challenge.

I was well built but Tom was a bit taller and he won.

'I dare you to run throughout the camp. The first one back here wins.'

We ran like crazy, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The winner was one of the other two and said: 'Let's go wake up some girls now.

• You mean like that? Naked?

• Who should we wake up? I asked.

• Carla. She's hot, said Tom.

• Oh yes, answered the third boy. I'm hard just thinking about her, he said showing us his semi erect cock.

• You call that a hard on? I'll show you what a real hard on is, said Tom as he started pulling on his penis.

• If we wake the girls we will get caught. I've got a better idea, I said. Let's see who can shoot his load the further.

And I started playing with cock.

They all giggled and a minute later I could enjoy the spectacle of my three pals wanking frantically under the moonlight. I was really excited and I was the first to shoot. I walked to where my cum had landed. Facing them I said:

• If you can reach me you beat me.

None of them did but at least I had a good look at all three of them.

The next morning we were woken up by one of the young adults, a cool guy in his early twenties, who was managing the camp. He peaked a head through the tent's curtain door.

'Wake up boys. The party is over. It's time to pack.'

I was the first to rise.

• A bit of a headache? he asked

• No, why do you say that?

He handed me the empty bottle which we had finished and left outside.

• You guys were not very discreet last night. But I could see you had good fun.

I smiled, a little embarrassed, not because I was now standing naked in front of him but, because I was wondering how much exactly he had seen.

• Come on now, but don't forget to put something on first, he added with a smile which gave me the impression that he had maybe seen everything but did not mind, on the contrary.

Tom was the only one I would see again as he lived not very far from my home. We would sometimes meet up to go the pool as he loved swimming as much as me. We never talked about that night and I wonder if he had the same fond memory of it as me.

The next summer I told my parents that being now 16, or almost, I did not want to go to a camp and could take care of myself while they were at work.

I would spend my time between the pool, movies and nude sunbathing in then garden. It was a very hot summer and I was most of the time nude in the house, alone.

My mother's younger brother came to visit for a few days. He was travelling to India. My parents were still working and on the day of his arrival, my mother told me:

• Son tomorrow you should put something on when you come down. Remember what your dad said.

• Sure mum. I will adapt.

David was 24 and I had not seen him for a while. I was not surprised to discover a handsome young man, knowing my mother's genes. Over dinner he explained how he got engaged to a masseuse and had started to learn massaging himself to open a salon with his bride to be.

• How did dad react when you told him you were not becoming an attorney like him?

• I haven't. But wait until he hears my girlfriend is from Bali.

• That explains the massaging skills, my dad replied.

• Yes, it is almost an art there. And I'm going to learn some different techniques in India in one of the best schools.

I was curious to know more.

• What do you mean an art? I asked

• Well you see Balinese massage is, like most Asian techniques, not just about the body but also about the mind. It is not medical massage, but it helps you take consciousness of your body. I can show you tomorrow.

• Oh I'm sure he will like that, said my mum. Honey do you remember how we loved it during our honeymoon in Bali. We would go almost everyday.

I noticed the way my father smiled at the memory.

• It was indeed a very new experience. You should definitely let your uncle practice on you.

• I'd be happy to.

• How old are you now? 17? asked David

• 16, I said

• in 3 weeks, my mother added. Until then you are still 15, darling, she said scuffing my hair.

I was not really happy that she had to point out my small arrangent with numbers. I had been eager to turn 16 for over a year. It seemed to me that it would be the end of childhood and I did not see me as a child anymore. I therefore did not want the rest of the world to see me as one. I would find out that my uncle would not treat me as a child.

I went to bed excited to discover something new the next day.

I had to go pee during the night and when I walked by David's room I noticed he had left the door open. I could not resist and took a look. He was sound asleep, lying fully naked face down, the sheet pushed away revealing his beautiful but. Despite the urge to pee, I grew a hard on. My hand reached my cock but I could not take the risk of my parents walking on me. So I went to the bathroom and wanked with that image in mind. It was the first time I came without having to make up images in my head. The image was real, and just on the other side of the corridor.

When I got back into bed I thought that mum did not know her brother so well and that he was not as prude as she made it sound.

The next morning however I kept in mind her request and put some shorts on before coming downstairs. David was nowhere to be seen. I heard him come back to his room when I was under the shower so I made sure to wrap a towel around my waist before coming out of the bathroom as I had to walk past his bedroom.

• Morning sleepyhead, he called out as he noticed me.

• Morning. Did you sleep well?

• Like a baby. But it was really hot last night.

• Yes, I said but not thinking of the temperature. You've been up long?

• I went out to by some stuff for your massage as I did not have anything with me.

• You really didn't have to run.

• Don't worry. I was up early and I noticed that you were still asleep. Now we have the whole day. Have you planned anything?

• No. It's supposed to be a hot day so I was not planning on doing much. You?

• Well since you already took your shower how about doing the massage now? It's a good way to start the day. We could go in the garden before the temperature rises.

• Don't you need a massage table?

• Not necessarily. I saw mattress in the garden which will be fine.

• Let me dress up and I'll meet you there.

• Oh no, you don't have to be clothed. For Balinese massage it is better to wear nothing. You can put on a some underwear if you prefer, but it is less recommended. Unless you are not comfortable, of course.

• I'm fine. If you say it's best I'll do as you say.

He grabbed a plastic bag and said:

• Let's go then.

In the garden he pulled out from the bag two silk drapes and laid one out over the mattress. He also took out a bottle of what he explained to be a great massage oil.

• It is really good for your skin. The sun is good for you but with reasonable exposure. You must make sure to nourish your skin to protect it. Ok, we always start with the back so you can take off your towel and lay face down.

As I did so I said:

• But it's so nice to lay in the sun.

• I see you don't have a tan line.

This detail had not struck me. Too late now.

• You're still young but you really need to be careful.

He covered me entirely with the second silk sheet. The softness of the fabric was already a very nice sensation.

He explained that the first step was to wake up the body and that he would then start using the oil massage. He added:

• It is crucial that you tell me if the pressure is too strong, or if anything makes you uncomfortable. Some people do not dare to say anything but it is really important to enjoy every moment. We don't really know each other so much but I am pretty sure that you will like it.

• Ok, I'll tell you.

After some soft pressure on my whole body, he pulled the fabric to uncover my right leg all the way to the edge of my buttock. I was not sure how exposed I actually was.

He spread my legs just a little and started by massaging my foot. He then progressively massaged up to my thigh. The final moves actually reached the lower part of my behind and it felt really nice. He pulled back the silk over my leg and then moved to the left leg. When he was done he folded the sheet to uncover both legs and the lower part of of my but. He then massaged both legs simultaneously but this time he did not stop when he reached my thighs and and lead his fingers all over the lower half of my ass cheeks.

• Do you feel ok? he whispered.

• Yes, I'm fine.

• Good. Now spread your legs a little bit.

I did as told and he massaged my inner thighs, almost reaching my sack but expertly stopping just before. The feeling was so sensual that I could not stop my cock from growing hard. I was glad I lied face down.

He then covered my legs again and uncovered my back.

While he massaged my shoulders and then my arms, my dick became soft again.

• I can feel you are a bit tense. Are you ok? Hope you're not uncomfortable?

• No, it's just that I discover some new muscles.

• The shoulders can be bit painful, but you should feel the back massage rather relaxing. Just clear your head and let go.

As he was saying so he pulled the silk lower and my ass ended up being half exposed. He was now standing on his knees, over my shoulders. At first he massaged my lower back but then went down to my buttock and progressively pushed the sheet until my ass was completely exposed. His hands ran over each cheeks and when he applied more pressure I could feel that they were spreading apart. At times I could feel the warm air on my butt hole, something I had never felt before. I had already let one of my fingers discover that area, but only in my bed, never out in the open. I loved it. And so did my cock.

• All your muscles are really nicely developed, although you don't look very muscular. I bet you swim?

• Yes, I often go to the pool. And I ride my bike too.

• There's nothing like swimming. Maybe we could go later?

• Sure.

He slapped my ass softly which surprised me and said:

• Now turn around.

I had a massive hard on and could not possibly turn around without revealing it.

• I... I can't.

• What do you mean. Are you blocked? Did I hurt you?

• No, no. It's just that I can't right now. I mean I can but huh... It's embarrassing. I don't know how it happened....

• Oh I see. Don't worry, it is perfectly natural. Did you get a little bit erect? It happens almost all the time.

I raised my head and looked at him without saying a word.

He pulled up the silk sheet to cover me and said.

• Here, you're covered.

• But it's not gone.

• I don't want to force you but you should really not worry about me. It's happened to me too. I'll go get you a juice. Take your time.

• Thanks.

As soon as he left I turned around and tried to clear out my head. But he did not take long and when he came back I was not yet completely soft. I sat up as he handed me the glass.

He moved behind me and massaged my shoulders gently.

• That's it, relax. You should not be afraid to listen to your body's reaction. What you feel is what you are. We are partners here. It's just you and me.

• I think you are a great masseur. It's too bad we don't get a chance to spend more time together.

• I'm not gone yet. Shall we continue?

• Yes. I'm ready.

• And don't worry if it happens again.

I layed on my back. He covered me again and repeated the same typeof soft pressure over my whole body.

He uncovered my right leg and pulled it to the side. My penis was flaccid again and resting against my stomach towards the right. David slid a hand under the drape and and moved my young cock towards the left. He massaged my foot and them moved up all the way to my hip. His hands rolled up to my thigh and at times I could feel his fingers against my sack. I let myself go and was not embarrassed to feel my cock growing slightly again. I did not get a full erection but I was pretty sure he could see I was reacting under the silk.

He moved on to my left leg. When he reached the higher part of my leg I realized my cock was going to be in his way and I slid a hand under the sheet to move it.

After that, he spread apart my legs and pushed them up in an flexed position. As a result the silk fabric slid down and I was pretty sure my balls were completely exposed to his sight. He kneeled between my legs and his massage focused on my thighs. When his hands reached the top of the thighs, his thumbs would slightly touch my ball sack. The feeling was intense and I was now sporting a full hard on.

After he covered my leg, he moved behind my head and worked on my shoulders and torso. For the lower part of my abdomen he again stood over me. By that time I had become soft again. But not for very long. He folded the sheet thus revealing my pubic hair. His hands moved down across my tummy and slid under the silk towards the hips. My cock when it softened had rolled to my left side and his left hand would at time touch it but it did not seem to bother him, even as it grew again. When he stopped I almost asked him to continue. But obviously I did not dare. He pulled the sheet over my entire body and after a head massage he gently pressed my entire body, though avoiding my penis.

• That's it. Don't get up right now. Take time to emerge. I'll give you a moment alone.

I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

• Thank you.

After a few minutes he came back with with a tray.

• Would you like some ginger tea?

• I've never tasted, but yes.

• It's a traditional mix. Very good to wake up your body and mind.

I sat up and took the mug he was handing me. We remained silent for a while.

• What do you want to do now? I asked.

• I'm always a bit drenched after an intense session so if you don't mind I will enjoy the sun for a bit, and as he said so he took off his t-shirt.

• If you want to stay outside you should take a shower to get rid of the oil otherwise you will fry, he laughed.

• You're right.

I stood up, folded the silk sheet that had covered me and handed it to him.

I took a long cool shower. I resisted the urge of masturbating as I wanted the feeling to last. After the shower I felt reinvigorated. I wondered if I should put some shorts on. I did not have to wonder for very long. I heard David ask:

• Where can I find a beach towel?

And before I could answer I saw him walk in the bathroom wearing nothing but a huge smile and his shorts.

• Right here, I said pointing at a drawer.

• How do you feel? Not too sleepy?

• No I feel great. Thanks again. I think your salon will do great.

• Well I am not totally ready. You know it takes years to become a real expert massage therapist and I'm just starting. So any chance to practice is good for me too.

• It was my first massage so I can not really compare, but I thought you were very good. If you had your place here I would send you all my friends.

• Actually you we won't take clients your age because for this kind of massage we are only supposed to work with clients over 18. In Asia it is different but here kids your age are usually not confident with their body enough. As you saw there is a sensual aspect to this kind of massage. I hope you don't mind me saying that? You are extremely mature for your age so I don't really see you as a kid but I don't want to shock you.

• I am not shocked. I understand.

• It's true, we are beyond that now. Beyond appearance. I feel more intimate with you than I've ever been with anyone else in the family.

He came closer to me and gave me a kiss on the chick.

• Are you coming downstairs?

• Yes. I'll just grab a book in my room.

David headed downstairs and I went into my room. I decided at this stage there was no reason why I should worry about dressing up. I just grabbed some swim shorts but did not put them on. And when I came out in the garden I discovered my uncle nude, lying face down on a towel.

I spread out my towel not to far from him but not to close either. He had a really nice body and I could not resist admiring him every once in a while. When he flipped over, I had to focus on my book in order to not display my emotions too evidently.

I fixed a cold lunch which we ate outside, still both naked.

In the afternoon the sun was too hot to stay out and we decided to go to the swimming pool. At dinner, my parents did not ask a question about the massage and we did not discuss it. After a good wank I fell asleep hoping my uncle would offer to practice again the next day.

I woke up early to have breakfast with David. I had forgotten my mother's reminder and went downstairs without any clothes on. My parents had not left yet and when she saw me my mother said:

• Darling we have a guest, will you put some shorts on please?

• Don't worry, Anna. I really don't mind.

She looked really surprised.

• He has to learn, David.

• Come on, he's on holiday. If he feels good like that he has no reason to change his habits for me.

My mum did not look very happy but wished us a good day.

We went out for a walk around town. He invited me for lunch and we headed back home before the day became too hot. We spent most of the afternoon in the garden, both naked

The next day I was woken up by David's knock on my door. He came in my room without waiting for an answer, holding a tray and wearing nothing.

• Morning, uncle, I said stretching out.

• I brought you breakfast. Your parents have left already, he indicated as to explain why he was naked. You're mother can be a bit uptight sometimes.

• Actually no, but she was afraid I might make you uncomfortable.

• Funny how you sometimes don't really know your closest family. I'm not like our dad or our older brother. And we're not really of the same generation so I guess we have a different way of living too.

We had breakfast on my bed. The rest of the day was spent pretty much like the day before except that we went to the pool were we met Tom.

The next day I was up before him and I returned the favor by bringing our breakfast up to his room.

We went out for a long walk and came back to have lunch at home.

We had not talked about massage again but as he was leaving the next morning, so I decided to ask him if he wanted to practice some more.

• I did not want to bother you and I was not sure if you would wanted to, but since you ask, yes I'd be happy to. But not outside because it's gonna be to hot. We can do it in my room. Your bed is against the wall so I could not move around easily enough.

• Let's do that. When?

• It's better to do it before lunch.

• I should shower then, I'm all sweaty.

• If you don't mind I'll use the shower first and I'll prepare the room while you have yours. Actually I can give you a scrub before the massage.

• What's a scrub?

• It rubs off the dead skin cells. You'll be soft as a baby after that, he laughed.

• Sounds good.

Shortly after he came in my room draped in a towel.

• You should wash off the sweat first. Call me when you're done.

I followed his advice but did not have to call him as he walked in when he heard the water stopped running.

He stepped in the shower.

• It's gonna feel a bit rough but the massage will sooth. I only have a coffee based scrub here. It's good to eliminate fat but obviously you are perfect as you are. Ready?

• Go ahead.

Facing me he started with my arms, shoulder and tummy. He then kneeled to scrub my legs. My cock was only inches from his face but this was not sensual at all and so I did not feel aroused. He moved up and scrubbed the rest of my body, with the exception of the penis.

He was wearing a special glove and it was indeed a little bit painful.

He made me turn around and scrubbed my back and then my sides, lifting my arm.

• Now spread your legs apart a little.

He kneeled and scrubbed my legs from my feet to my thighs. He finished by scrubbing my butt, his hand sliding between the cheeks.

• Done. Shower up and make sure to get rid of all the product. That'll give me time to finish preparing the room.

When I came out of the bathroom, David's room door was closed and so I knocked.

• Come in.

The curtains were pulled, some candells were lit, incense was burning. Some very soft music was playing. My uncle had covered the bed with a towel and the same silk sheet as the day before. He was only wearing a sarong. I was standing nude.

• Come in. It's not quite a salon but it's a bit more appropriate than the open air.

• It's nice. Cosy.

He handed me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. I moved towards him and without thinking closed the door behind me.

• You can sit down on the bed, we will do a little different today. I'll start with a warm foot bath. After all that walking I'm sure you need it.

He scrubbed and massage my feet in the hot water bucket he had prepared and dried them very carefully.

• Ready for your massage?

I said yes and moved to lay face down on the bed.

Like the day before, he covered me with the silk drape and first pressed his hands against my back, my arms, my lower backside and full legs. He then lifted the sheet to uncover both my legs and massaged them.

• It's rather hot in here, you're already a bit sweaty. Is is ok with you if I remove the sheet or do you want me to leave it.

• I don't mind. You're the expert. I trust your judgement.

• Fine then.

I felt the silk slide on my skin and shivered a little.

He poured some oil on my back and the liquid ran down to the start of my crack. He kneeled across my legs and massaged my back in long strokes ending up on my but. His hands then worked on my ass. His moves were sometimes gentle, sometimes strong. It lasted for a while. He then moved in front of me and massaged my shoulders and then again my back and the upper part of my butt cheeks.

He moved again and made me spread my legs. He sat between my legs and massaged my inner thighs and then again my ass. He was clearly spending a lot more time on it than the day before but I was not going to complain. At first his hands were rolling around the cheeks but soon his moves were forcing my cheeks apart and he started using his thumbs to put pressure closer and closer to my hole without ever touching it. In the last strokes, the pressure moved down to what I later would find out to be the perineum. After a gentle caress on my but, he worked on each arm. No need to mention: I had gained a full hard on which I did not try to fight. Though he had moved to a less sensual part, my cock was not completely soft when he asked:

• Can you turn around now? putting a hand on my lower back.

• Well I...

• Don't be embarrassed. Come on, he said, with a gentle caress on my butt.

I could feel he understood me and did not wait any longer. I flipped over.

David started with my neck and shoulders and then my torso, which gave my young cock enough time to become soft again. He massaged my arms before moving down to the end of the bed to work on my feet. Next he massaged my left leg like the day before.

I heard him say 'May I?' And I answered "Yes" although I had no clue what he meant but it just seemed like this was not a time to say no. I understood when I felt a hand on my cock. It what heading left and was in the way. I had completely let myself go and did not worry about that detail. Without a word he gently lifted cock and moved it towards the right. The contact of his warm hand immediately sent a rush of blood to my penis which grew significantly more.

• Oh I'm sorry, I did not realize...

• It's fine. Let me handle it.

He started again were he had left off and then moved to the other leg. When he reached my hip he did not ask for my consent and very naturally moved my cock to be able to massage me properly.

He then sat between my legs lifting them to rest across his. Instead of long strokes, he applied pressure along my legs and thighs, as far up as he could go. He spent several minutes on my perineum and I was surprised and delighted to discover the sensations this area can create. My hard on was a very clear proof of my appreciation. But I did not feel embarrassed at all. I felt that David knew me and understood. He was willing to make me feel good so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

The massage was over and he covered me with the silk sheet. He again applied a soft pressure with both hands all over my body, including by balls and my fully erect cock where one of his hands remained. Surprised I opened my eyes.

• Your body is a whole. I take care of bodies.

• But you're not..., I hesitated.

• Gay? No but that does not matter. I'm your soul mate. I would not do that with a client. I am not that type of masseur. But if you want to enjoy the moment, don't hold yourself.

• What do you mean?

Without a word he pulled the sheet and poured some oil on my cock. He took my hand and wrapped it around my sex. He guided a few strokes and then released my hand. I had never wanked with oil and was surprised to discover how wonderful it is.

• Take it slow. Feel every inch of your sex.

He poured more oil on my cock and and my sack too were he put my other hand. I touched myself as I never had before and for the first time in front of someone watching me. Nothing like my little group wank from the year before.

I was so excited that it was not long before I came. David wiped the sperm off with the silk sheet and then used it to absorb the oil off my body. He rose and asked:

• Do you want to take a nap? I'll fix some lunch, I'm sure you're starving.

I nodded and watched him leave the room, dropping the sarong on his way out.

He was leaving the next day and I knew I was going to miss his touch.

It was already late in the afternoon and I decided not to sleep. I took one more shower and joined him outside where we had our lunch. Without thinking I had kept a towel wrapped around my waist. And for the first time it was him who was naked and me partially clothed.

We all stayed up late and the morning after I was woken up by my uncle fully dressed as he was ready to leave.

• I wish you could have stayed longer, I said.

• You might be able to visit me sometimes soon?

• Sure. But, it will be different.

• Take good care of yourself. You're a great guy. You have a great body and and a beautiful sensitivity. Make good use of it. And remember, not too much sun.

I got out of bed and hugged him.

• I have to catch my train now.

I followed him downstairs and he opened the door he said:

• I don't think you can come out like that. Don't want to shock the neighbors.

But it was already too late: the next door girl was leaving her house and she could not miss noticing that I was standing bare naked in our doorway. I waved at her but she did not answer. David and I burst out laughing. He gave me a last kiss and he was gone.

As I watched him leave I realized that this had been a major step in my life and that nothing would ever be the same again. No massage however expert could ever be as amazing as this first one. But I did not know that there was a lot more to discover.

On my birthday, my parents handed me a packet:

• This is from your uncle. He left it for you but said not to give it to you until today.

I opened his gift first. It contained a bottle of massage oil and the sarong I saw him wearing. In the box there was also a note which I decided to read in my room. I was afraid it would bring out a too intimate emotion that I did not want to display in front of my parents.

The note read:

'Dear nephew (it's strange to call you nephew, you are more like a brother and friend to me but I could not help notice you like to call me uncle so I thought that would make you smile.)

I wish you a happy 16. I understood you were looking forward to this day. And I would have loved to be here so I thought these little presents would be here for me. The sarong is not new but it is one of my favorites. A wise man once told me that you should never offer something you do not like to someone you love. And the oil, well you already know how to use it pretty well. Just make sure to never ever use it with condoms. I know this is a bit down to earth but knowing to take care of oneself is important in life. You are a great kid, a wonderful individual and the most adorable of nephews.

Love

David

PS: don't forget to give me some news and come visit.

I tried to make the oil last as long as possible, but I was pretty active with myself and the bottle was emptied pretty quickly. Especially after I started discovering anal pleasures. I had tried to slide a finger in my anus with spit as a lubricant, but the oil made it so much easier and nicer. I did not do it all the time, but when I was alone at home and could take more time to pleasure myself, I almost always did.