Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 10:32:13 +0000
From: randy wright <randylad69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eager Learner

Warning! If you are not over eighteen you shouldn't be looking at this kind
of stuff. You are, however, possibly old enough to drive a car, and in many
jurisdictions can even own a gun. But heaven forbid you should see graphic
depictions of consensual sex. Go back to your gore drenched video games.
I'm sure they're much better for you.

Sweet reminiscences of my introduction to the world of sex. That was then,
this is now. Please practice safe sex.



I grew up in a small town as a perfectly "normal" kid in just about every
way. I played some sports, hung around with friends, did sort of OK at
school, and generally had a good time.  Nothing out of the ordinary, and I
suppose if certain things hadn't have happened I might be a married man
with a family instead of a. well, I'm getting ahead of myself.

My "sex life" started probably back in about grade five when I noticed it
felt really good when I rubbed my dick. Since then masturbation has been
just about my only hobby.  And its rewards are much greater than model
trains, don't ya think?

Anyway, my introduction to sex than didn't just involve my left hand began
when I was about fifteen. By then, I was world champion at masturbation
fantasies and techniques. I knew the lubes and the hardware that really
brought me off. I had a stack of Penthouse and Playboy that I'd bought off
a friend's older brother and I pretty much thought I had it all figured. It
just didn't get much better than a full evening of flipping through the
magazines while I stroked myself to my eventual orgasm. For a twist,
sometimes I would slide a well lubed object up my ass.  This really felt
good and I started experimenting with larger and longer things. Yet, I
never thought of this behaviour as "gay." It was just fun. And it was.

However, in the summer of my fifteenth year I had to think about my sexual
orientation a little bit more. That was the year I met Kyle. I was your
typical leggy, gangly teenager, clad only in cut- offs and a T-shirt from
June till September. My hair was shoulder height according to strict 70's
fashion guidelines, but I also kind of like it that length too. I think I
was OK looking. but several people have told me I'm very cute. Whatever.

I met Kyle when I was cutting through his backyard to get to the river. I
didn't know anyone was living in the old Hobson house because it had been
empty for several years.  It's property was next to one of the best secret
swimming-holes around, so I often used it as a short-cut to go
skinny-dipping. But that day I was about half way through the yard when a
voice called out, "hey, what are you doing in my yard!"

A man was standing on the porch of the house. I was a little freaked out
but not too bad.  "I'm just taking a short-cut to the river. Sorry I didn't
know anyone even lived here."  I could see he was a young man, about 28 or
so. And he didn't seem too mean looking.

"Yeah, I just moved in," he answered. "I guess people will have to get used
to some being here again." And we started talking. It turned out he was a
relative of the Hobsons and had inherited the place and decided to live
there for a while. While we were talking about the town and stuff I
couldn't help but by impressed by how good looking he was. It was making me
feel uncomfortable but I could not stop looking at his crotch and wondering
how he looked with his shirt off. But as we talked I realized he was a
really nice guy and this made me feel OK. We introduced ourselves and he
said it was fine to cut through his yard but to just stop and check in with
him first. When I eventually left and headed to the secret spot I was
sporting just the beginnings of a hard-on.  And when I stripped off my
clothes and slipped into the water the wonderfully erotic feeling of being
naked made me even more horny than ever. As I jerked off my mind kept
flashing scenes of Kyle in with my visions of high school beauty queens.

For the next couple of weeks I kept up a steady routine of swimming
excursions. I was telling myself it was for the swimming, but I secretly
knew I also wanted to see more of Kyle. One time when I was just coming
back from the river he stepped out of the house and asked if I wanted to
come inside. Uh, sure!!  We sat in the living room on the couch and talked
more about my boring little town. He had lived in the city before and was
pretty amused by some things. Then he asked if I wanted a beer. Uh, sure!!
I stayed there for a couple of hours and had some really good laughs. He
was very nice, seemed to like me, and this seemed to matter to me a great
deal.  Before I left he asked if I wanted to come back tomorrow. I said if
there was free beer involved then I was in.

So we kind of became friends. He was over ten years older than me but that
didn't seem to matter. Once when we were talking he mentioned his
ex-girlfriend and how horny he was since they had broken up. Then he asked
me something I never thought anyone ever would.  "So you do jerk-off, don't
you?"

I was stunned. But my red face and stammering reply said it all. I mean,
who doesn't. He just laughed and said that since moving to my town that was
all he had been able to do. Then he said, "want to see some porn?"  Uh,
sure!!!

He got out a videotape and put it on. It was a woman on a bed surrounded by
several men.  Everyone was naked and my pulse was racing with excitement. I
had never seen porn before. This was great!  There we sat on the sofa
watching this woman service one, two, three, and more men at the same time.
My cock was going to rip its way out of my cutt-offs. I noticed Kyle had a
tent going up in his pants as well and I wondered what it would look like
when it was hard. Little did I know that I was soon going to see it.

Kyle turned to me and said, "mind if I jerk-off?"  Uh, no!!!!

He unbuttoned his pants and quickly pulled off both them and his underwear.
Thirty seconds after wondering what his cock looked like, I was staring at
it. He sat there on the couch almost naked with a cock that seemed twice as
big as my own. It was quite simply, beautiful. Long and thick with a nice
mat of dark hair at the base and a perfect purple head at the top. I
couldn't take my eyes off it.

He saw me watching him and said laughing, "aren't you going to join me?"
Uh, sure!!!!  I was naked in ten seconds with my hand wrapped around my
rigid meat. But even though there was torrid action on the TV, what I
really wanted to look at was Kyle's cock. I watched him slowly slide his
hand along the length of his gorgeous shaft and I couldn't help but wonder
what it would feel like to do that. I got the chance to find out.

"Would you like to stroke my cock?" He was looking at me and there was no
hiding the fact I had been staring at his big penis.

"Uh, um, ...." I was not equipped to deal with this situation.

"Come on. I won't tell anyone and it will be fun." Really, it was that easy
for a man to get me to touch his cock. And after that, there was no going
back.

I moved over next to him on the sofa, my heart pounding so hard in my chest
I could feel it. With our thighs touching I reached out and ran my finger
along the thick tube that delivers the sperm.

"Man, you have a really big one," I said in amazement.

"It's not a monster, but I like it" he replied softly.

"Me too."

I started stroking him gently. I loved how it felt hard and yet soft too.
Slowly I pumped up and down this big lovely monster. I stopped pretending I
wasn't totally into this and snuggled in closer to him to give my arm more
freedom to move. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was loving
it. After several minutes he pulled a small bottle of oil from beneath the
couch and put some on his cock. Then it got really cool. I started really
stroking him. He began lifting up his pelvis to meet my rhythms and I heard
him begin to grunt a little too. It made me realize he was enjoying this
too and I loved the thought that I was giving him pleasure.

Finally he gave a cry and I felt the length of his thick meat swell with
the coming tide of sperm.  Streams of white cream gushed from his cock
spraying his chest and running down over my still pistoning hand. Spurt
after spurt of his seed was spat out of his gaping piss slit. Cum just
seemed to be everywhere and we were both caught up in this incredible
moment. I slowed my working of his emptying cock and realized that I was
covered in his semen as well. We both started laughing at how we were so
drenched and that really sealed a bond in us that this was something OK,
and there was no need to feel any shame or regret.

I couldn't resist running my fingers through the thick pools of sperm on
his chest. It felt so cool and sexy to do that and I was loving the heady
smell of his spunk filling my nostrils. He laughed and asked if I'd enjoyed
that. It was great I answer him.

"Good, then I can return the favour." And he did. It was quite a different
sight seeing his big hand around my little cock compared to how small my
hand had looked on his big cock, but it sure felt great. I soon came too
because I was so incredibly turned on from what we had done.

I had to go so we had to get dressed and end our session. But he asked me
if I wanted to come back the next day. "Uh, sure!!" I said.

Soon I was over every day. We would put on the porn movie and get undressed
and sit on the couch. I got better and better at knowing when he wanted to
cum so I could bring him just to the edge and pull back. That way, when I
finally did bring him off his orgasm was huge.

But I couldn't hide the fact that I was eager to do more. I loved playing
with his sperm after he came and he seemed to love watching me doing that.
I loved his cum. One day after repeatedly stopping him just before his
orgasm I did something different. When I knew I couldn't put him off any
longer and he was just about to cum I put my face right in front of his
cock. His gigantic jets of hot cum covered my face. The feeling of his
sperm landing on my face still fresh was so exciting I reached down with my
other hand and started rubbing my own cock.  Pulse after pulse of jism was
spraying me. Landing in my hair, dripping off my face, and running down my
neck.  When he finally could speak he looked at my sticky face and just
said, "wow."

I smiled at him not hiding the fact it was something I had very much
enjoyed. Then he said, "do you want to taste it?"

This was something I had thought a lot about, so in answer I just scooped
up the cum from my splattered face and licked it off my fingers. It tasted
good. Needless to say that was pretty much a turning point for our
relationship.  Soon I was eagerly sucking his cock and happily drinking his
delicious sperm. I was becoming his personal cock sucker and I loved it.
Before long we dispensed with the porn movie altogether and just went in to
the bedroom to have sex. It was there I learned to take my lovers cock deep
into my ass. I soon came to love the feeling of him pumping his seed into
my horny teen butt just about as much as when he blows his thick load in my
mouth.

If you would like to hear more about my teen adventures please let me know.
I hope you enjoyed this one. Randy