Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2009 14:34:40 +1030
From: Jon Jay <jonjay9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mal Davidson

Part 1.  My Education Begins


Where did your sex education begin and who was your teacher?  I was almost
17 when I moved to a new school, St Pats, and that is when it began for me.
Of course the hormones had started giving me an erection and the occasional
wet dream several years before then which often resulted in my waking up
with soggy PJ's. or the need to jerk off.  School mates of the same age
began showing more than a passing interest in girls and one or two boasted
about having `done it'.  Not me.

What attracted me was good looking guys, though I had enough sense to keep
that strictly to myself, knowing instinctively that this was definitely not
expected or accepted. I had a couple of well thumbed body building mags
filled with pictures of decidedly masculine hunks in whose arms I often
imagined myself But it was not until I moved to St Pats school, that my sex
education really began, just after 3.30 pm on 12 October to be precise,
which was about two months after starting at that school.

It was a few days before then that the seniors Math Teacher, Mal Davidson
looked over my shoulder to see how I was going with an exercise in the use
of statistics.  I was arranging data in columns to prepare a graph showing
correlation of monthly movement in sea and air temperatures and the
underlying trend over a ten year period.

`Yep, that's the way to do it,' he said approvingly and I felt his hand on
my shoulder.  My response, which even surprised me, was an involuntary
quiver, like the tingle of an electric shock lasting no more than a second
-- quite long enough for Mal to sense my reaction to his touch - but he
said nothing.

I guessed that Mal was about 10 years older than me and what I regarded as
handsome, certainly attractive enough for me to give him more than a
glance, while trying not to be too obvious about my interest.  Unlike his
uniformed students, he nearly always wore casual gear, mostly shirt, shorts
and sandals.  His shorts bulged outwards at the front -- not because he had
a hard-on but because of the size of his cock, or so I imagined.  I
wondered what he would look like naked, little realising that within a few
weeks, I would know.

The following day was a Saturday and I was in town doing nothing in
particular when I was bailed-up by Jason Le Clerk, a Canadian guy I knew
slightly -- He worked at gymnastics, I preferred swimming.  If looks were
anything to go by, he was a lot more successful than me.  Jason was strong
and had a much better physique but I was definitely the better looking.

Jason was not what I regarded as handsome but what he lacked in looks he
made up for in Gallic charm so it was no surprised that he attracted his
fair share of female interest.

`Going anywhere?' he asked, as I watched his reflection in the glass of a
shop widow which displayed the latest in electronic gadgets.

`Hi, Jay.  Yeah, food.'

`Me too.  How about Dales?  I could eat a horse.

`Go there and you probably will,' I quipped.  We headed for Logans Milk
Bar, ordered egg and bacon sandwiches with salad and coffee, then sat in
one of the alcoves and set about demolishing the food.

Twice I felt Jay's leg press against me and moved out of the way but took
no particular notice.  The third time it happened, I didn't move away and
the contact of his leg felt comfortable.  Jay moved his leg against me,
then withdrew it as we finished -- up.

`Lets go,' I suggested.

`Can't.  Not just yet,' he replied.  `Lets wait a bit'.

`Why?  What's up?' I asked.  Jay leaned towards me and in a low voice said:

`I got a stiffy.' His left leg pressed against me and jiggled up and down.

`Can't you hide it, you know, move it so it doesn't show too much?

`You seen the size of my rod?  It isn't hideable,' he told me.  Just then a
waitress came by and asked if we wanted more coffee.  Jay nodded and she
re-filled our cups.

As soon as the waitress had turned away Jay grabbed my left hand and before
I knew what he was doing, he had drawn it to his crotch and pressed it
against his erection.  Almost instinctively I drew away, but not until I
felt the firmness of the shaft under my fingers.  My fingers momentarily
curled round his firmness before I pulled them away.

`See what I mean?' Jay asked.  I nodded.  `Difficult to hide that,' he
added and to my surprise, placed his hand over my crotch and gave it an
exploratory squeeze before I could push it away.  I felt a slight tingle at
the base of my flaccid cock and willed it away, not wishing to get an
erection in public.

`You got no problem'.

`I will have if you do that,' I told him truthfully as I felt a slight
stirring in my groin.

`You got a boyfriend?' he asked.

`You mean girlfriend.  Nope.  Grades first, girls later'.

`Haven't seen you with the ladies too often.'

`Come on, lets go - and hide that thing as best you can.'  He slid a hand
under his waistband and fiddled with his erection doing his best to make it
less obvious.

Once outside, we headed for the first side street and were lucky to find it
almost deserted.  This led us to a broader avenue which headed in the
direction of the suburbs we lived in.

`Let that be a lesson to me,' Jay said.

`What do you mean,' I asked

`Not wearing undies -- one of the few days I didn't and I get stiffy and
you can't hide a stiffy when your wearing shorts,' he said ruefully, then,
out of he blue, he asked,

`What do you think of Mal Davidson?'  I thought for moment, not sure how to
reply.

`Nice looking guy.  Good teacher and good at explaining things.  Why do you
ask?'

`Did you know he was gay?'

`You're joking!' I exclaimed.

`I kid you not.'

`How do you know?' I asked and I think it was with that question that I
began to know my true sexuality.  Strangely, the reply I got was not
unexpected. It didn't surprise me.

`Because I've had sex with him,' Jay said, almost boastingly.

I remained silent for some time, unsure how I was going to explore that
reply, but explore it I knew I would and I think Jay realised it and
prompted me by asking:

`You still reckon he's a nice looking guy?' he asked.

`Yeah,' I replied then hesitated before asking what I knew I was going to
ask, which was:

`What did you do when you had sex with him?'

`You really interested or just curious?'

`I'm interested,' I assured him.

`Well, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place for a tutorial
rather than stay back and I said sure, so we went back to his place.  We
sat down on the sofa and he started getting out that text book on math than
we use, then saw that I was not paying attention.  I was looking at the
cover of a gay mag which was on the sofa beside me.  It showed two guys,
one bending over the other and licking the other guys nipple.  Mal grinned
at me, picked up the mag and said that it wasn't the subject of the
tutorial.  I said that was a shame because guys my age sometimes need
practical tutorials and not just advice.  And things went on from there'.
His voice trailed off.

`Come on Jay, then what?' I demanded.

`Well, to cut it short, I took the mag back, had a look at a few of the
pictures and got a stiffy which I made sure he could see.  Mal undressed me
and I helped him take of his clothes and in less than a minute we were both
naked and his hands were all over me.  And you're right, he is a nice
looking guy, much nicer when he is naked.  Anyway, we kissed and he stroked
my body and that got me really excited so when he started masturbating me,
it only took a few strokes before I started squirting my load.  He kept me
going as long as I could, then we had a shower together and I got dressed
and left.'

`That was the first time,' he added smugly.

`What do you mean?  How many times have you been - have you had sex with
him?'

`Only two times,' Jay said.  `The last time he put the head of my cock in
is mouth and use his tongue to get me excited, then sucked the spunk right
out of me -- sucked me dry.  I get horny just thinking about it.'

`You and me both!' I exclaimed and Jay needed to give me no more than a
glance to see the bulge in my shorts.

`Fact is, he asked me about you yesterday.  Seems he's a bit attracted to
you.  He asked me if we were mates, if you were gay and if so, to bring you
along next time I needed a `tutorial' but I told him you were definitely
hetero and that anyway I only knew you slightly.  He seemed a bit
disappointed... I reckon he fancies you a bit.'  I recalled the time he had
touched me on the shoulder and the shock of pleasure it had caused.

The idea of being naked with him only made my erection get firmer.  Jay saw
the expression of disappointment on my face and the tenting of my shorts.

`I mean, you are straight, aren't you?  You don't wanna get into gay sex do
you?'

`I dunno.  Never been naked with another man, so I dunno.'

`You're into swimming aren't you?'  I nodded. `Then you must have been
naked with other guys lots of times.'

`Sure,' I replied, `but that's different.  Its not a sex thing.  Sometimes
a guy gets an erection in the showers but we either ignore it or make jokes
at the other guys' expense -- anyway it doesn't happen often.'

We arrived at a point where our paths branched

`So you want to get involved with Mal Davidson?' Jay asked, with just a
hint of surprise.

`He's a good looking hunk, isn't he?  You reckon having sex with him is
exciting, don't you?  And you said to bring me along the next time he
wanted to give you a `tutorial'.  So bring me along.  Try anything once', I
said trying not to show the inner excitement I felt at the opportunity of
having Mal Davidson undress me, caress my body, get me hard, then do things
with me which I could not imagine but thought would be a lot better than
jerking off alone in the toilet.

`Mal asked me to come round to his place tomorrow, around 5 o'clock,' Jay
said casually.  `You sure you wanna come?  You might like it and become a
gay.'

`I think I probably am.  Where are we gonna meet and what should I wear?' I
asked.

`Lets meet at McDonalds on Ross street.  Wear something casual.  I'm gonna
have a shit, shower, shave and a shampoo then dress in thongs, shorts but
no undies and a T.'

I felt a strange sense of excitement as I jogged away in the direction of
home, determined to do as Jay had suggested -- and not to jack-off before
getting to Mal Davidsons' place, though in my resent condition of arousal,
I would normally have masturbated and shot my load at the earliest
opportunity and probably done it again before being able to get to sleep.

It was a little after 3 pm when Mals' cell phone rang.  He looked at the
screen, saw the caller was Jay and smiled as he pressed the phone to his
ear.

`Hi, Jason.  You are coming to our tutorial tomorrow, aren't you?'

`Sure.  Especially if you're going to teach me something new.  Are you'?

`And what would you like me to teach you?'

`How to suck you off,' Jay said.  `I want to feel your cream shoot into my
mouth but I want to learn how to do it in a way which gives you the most
pleasure.'

`Well, maybe.  Depends how I feel at the time.  Did you speak to Jackson?'

`Hmmm.  And I've persuaded him to come along with me tomorrow.'

`Well done Jay -- very well done.'

`But I don't think he is gay,' Jay added.

`Did you tell him I was gay and wanted to have sex with him?'

`Not exactly,' Jay lied, `but I did tell him that sometimes you liked sex
with guys but I don't see him getting a stiffy for you to play with -- but
you never know.'

`Oh he will, I promise you that.  And I'm going to get both of you shooting
cream.  See you about 5.30.  Bye-bye.'

Mal thought to himself that there was nothing quite like holding a lithe
young naked male body, especially when it was a guy who was having man to
man sex for the very first time .  I love to feel the ripple of muscle when
I caress and fondle a young guy like Jackson.  Seeing his cock get hard,
very hard, as he responds to my touch.  Then comes the pleasure of holding
his rigid member, pulling it down, releasing it and watching it spring back
towards the vertical.  Ahhh, the potency, the expectation of what was to
follow.  It always has the same effect on me, Mal reflected -- making my
own cock stiffen into a raging hard-on, even when it has only recently been
drained of spunk.

But what I must do is make special arrangements, a special for Jackson.
Shame if he isn't gay and may not want to give me the pleasure of teaching
him the delights of sex.  He had an instinct about Jackson, the way he had
reacted to his casual touch in the classroom, just as he had known that
Jackson wanted to have sex with him. Oh, yes.  He would have both Jason and
Jackson, get them hard and make them shoot their cream.

There and then, Mal resolved that Jackson might enter his flat undecided,
even straight, but would leave it a confirmed and willing participant in
gay sex who would return for more.  Just thinking of how he would seduce
Jackson over the next two or three weeks gave him a stirring sensation in
his groin.


To be continued as Part 2.  Your suggestions or comments always welcome.
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