Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:42:26 -0800 (PST) From: Cross Anderson Subject: Teaching My Little Buddy Part 1 Teaching My Little Buddy By Cross Anderson Copyright 2013 BY CROSS ANDERSON andersoncross@yahoo.com I want to state that this is a work of fiction. It is also the first story I have ever wrote. Ever. So I would appreciate any kind of feedback you could give me. Please do not have sex with anyone underage. Use your head; And in the case of this story, your hands. ________________________ "Dad, what's jacking off?" It took Charles Harrison a minute to register the question that his 10 year old son had just asked. Seconds ago, Norman had been eating his cereal happily, a child untouched. Now the atmosphere in the kitchen felt wrong. The lack of sound felt booming and tense, but Charles realized this was his own heart about the leap from his chest. He hid behind his newspaper for a few moments, trying to decide exactly what he wanted to divulge. Charles had grown up in a very conservative home. His own father avoided sex and masturbation altogether, leaving Charles to figure it out on his own. Basing his understanding on pieces he picked up from his friends, and his own fumbling hands. Now here was his own son who he was determined not to mess up. Charles set his paper down on the kitchen table, making eye contact with his little boy. He looked just like Charles had when he was younger; small for his age, with brown hair and brown eyes. Charles was tall, and a little out of shape, but still incredibly handsome. "Well buddy, it's something that a guy can do to make himself happy." "Oh," Norman said, scooping another spoonful of his sugary cereal out of his special dinosaur bowl. It was things like the boy's bowl that had created this sort of "naive" image of his son that stuck. Once, when Norman was younger and had asked where babies came from, Charles' wife had went with the stork story, and it worked. Suddenly, Charles was hit with the realization that someone must have said something to his son. Could it have been another boy at school? Hearing the blow-dryer down the hall and realizing that his wife, Emily, was currently deaf to the whole situation, Charles curiosity had gotten the better of him. "Where's this coming from, buddy?" "Bobby told me," Norman said, mouth full of cereal. Charles' heart felt as though someone squeezed it. Bobby was Norman's babysitter. Charles and Emily had known him for years; they had moved into the house next to Bobby and his parents before Norman was born. Bobby was currently 18, and was set to enter his freshman year of college next month when the fall semester started. Emily had proposed letting Bobby babysit Norman over the summer break to earn money for his tuition. Thoughts began to swirl in Charles' head. Had Bobby touched his son? Had Norman seen Bobby naked? "What all did he say," Charles asked. His heartbeat was now deafening. Scared of the answer he was about to receive, he braced himself. Norman's eyes fell to the floor and his face became serious as he realized that he had made a mistake in asking his father in the first place. "I'm...not supposed to tell," Norman stammered. Charles heard the blow-dryer cut off and the only sound was the booming from his chest. He could hear Emily approaching the kitchen. "Why do you look so sad sweetie," Emily asked, looking at Norman. "He's just upset because I called out of work and he doesn't get to go over to Bobby's," Charles improvised. Before telling his wife anything he had to get all the details out. He had to make sure that he had all the facts before worrying her. "Did you call Bobby and tell him that you're going to watch Norman," Emily asked. "I'll take care of it," said Charles, rising from the table and kissing her goodbye. She leaned down and kissed Norman, then collected her things and left. "So what aren't you supposed to tell," Charles asked. "Can you keep a secret?" "I promise." "Well, when Bobby was babysitting the other night he thought I was asleep but I wasn't. I got really thirsty and went downstairs to get something to drink," Norman said, sheepishly. "Bobby was watching naked people on TV and had his wiener out and he said he was jacking off." "Is that all," Charles asked. "Yes sir. He told me to go back to bed and not to tell anyone," Norman said. "Am I in trouble Daddy?" Charles smiled, and let relief wash over him. Nothing fishy had happened. The relief was short lived however, when his son asked his next question. "So what was he doing with his wiener?" "Well, when your older sometimes your penis gets really hard. Men rub their penis and it feels really good." "Okay Daddy!" Norman jumped from his chair. "I'm gonna go play." Charles watched his son run into the living room and up the stairs. The little guy was the best thing that had ever happened to him. While Charles was cleaning the kitchen there was a loud knock at the front door. Charles opened it to find Bobby, average height and blonde hair dangling over his eyes. "Hey Mr. Harrison," Bobby said, stepping inside and dropping his bag by the door. Charles was nervous in how to approach the situation. As Bobby sat down on the couch, Charles followed him and took a seat across from him. "Bobby, I need to talk to you." "What's up?" "Norman told me about how he walked in on you...um," Charles started. Bobby knew exactly where he was going with this. He had expected it since he left that night. "I'm sorry sir," Bobby said. "I thought he was asleep." "It's fine, really," said Charles. "Just be a bit more careful okay?" Charles explained how he would be off today and Bobby was off the hook. He left, a bit embarrassed. A little bit later, Charles walked upstairs to check on his son. If he was going to take off work, he might as well spend time with his son. When he opened the door however, his son was laying on his bed with his tiny dick rock hard between his finger and thumb. Norman scrambled under the blankets to hide his body, which was naked from the waist down. "Oh! Buddy, I'm so sorry," Charles said. "I should have knocked. I'll come back later." "Wait," Norman said, blushing. "Can you show me how to do this?" Charles was the embarrassed one now. How do you show someone, let alone your young son, how to masturbate? "I don't know that I can buddy," Charles said. "That's not exactly something that a Daddy can do." Charles couldn't bring himself to expose his body to his young son. "Can Bobby show me?" The idea seemed a bit ludicrous at first, but really what were his options? Norman had already seen Bobby naked, and the two were very close. Maybe that would be better than Charles doing it himself. As Charles opened the door again, Bobby looked a bit worried to be called back over. The two sat down in the living room, and Charles hesitantly broached the subject. "I need you to do something very important for Norman," Charles said. "Anything," said Bobby. "That little squirt is like my own little brother." "Can you teach him how to masturbate?" "What," Bobby asked, confused. "He's been playing with himself since he saw you, but he doesn't exactly know what he's doing," Charles explained. "This is kind of your fault, and I'd be willing to pay you extra." Bobby would do anything for extra cash, so he slowly nodded. "I'll go run some errands and leave you to babysit, if that's okay." Charles said, standing, handing the boy a check for $100. After Charles left, Bobby slowly made his way upstairs and into Normans bedroom, where he was greeted by Norman playing a video game. "Hey dude," said Bobby. "Hey Bobby, what's up?" "I was hoping we could talk little man," said Bobby sitting on the young boys bed and gesturing for the kid to join him. Norman jumped up on the bed and laid sat next to Bobby. "Remember when you walked in on me jacking off?" Norman nodded, and started blushing. "Well, your Dad told me you've been trying to do it too." Norman nodded again, and looked up when Bobby slowly started to lower his pants and boxers down his legs. Bobby already had a rock hard dick. He figured he might as well warm up before exposing himself to the kid. Normans eyes went wide. "If I'm going to show you, I need you to pull your pants down too." Norman laid down next to Bobby and slipped off his shorts and undies. Normans little cock stood straight from his body. Bobby slowly started to stroke his own cock. "See little man, you gotta do it like this," he said, stroking his 6 inch cock. Norman put is fist together over his little cock, but seemed to have trouble stroking it. "Can you help me," Norman asked, looking up at Bobby. "Sure little man, just don't tell anybody," Bobby responded, giving the little guy a smile and wink. Grasping the boy's penis between his fingers, he began to stroke. "See buddy, you're too small to do it like I do. So just kinda pinch it." Norman felt something he had never really felt before. His eyes rolled back into his head as the teen stroked his boy cock. "That feels really good Bobby," Norman moaned. Bobby started to feel a bit bolder and placed the boys free hand on his dick. "It's only fair," said Bobby. Norman's hands began stroking, and Bobby gave it a flex to impress the kid. "Is this right," Norman asked. Bobby let go of the kids cock and laid back. Norman continued to beat the older kid off, eventually cupping his two huge balls after a little more encouragement. "You're doing a really good job little man," Bobby said. He hadn't gotten much pussy lately, and having someone else touch his dick was great, even if it was the little boy that lived next door. Bobby reached over and grabbed the boy, pulling him closer to him, with his small little erection pulsing on Bobby's thigh. The boys head rested on his chest as he continued enjoying the feeling of his smooth hands working away. Pre-cum had formed and was getting the kids hands slippery, causing a familiar feeling to start bubbling in Bobby's loin. "Don't stop buddy, go as fast as you can." Norman began stroking feverously, wanting to make the teen happy. Within moments, Bobby was shooting cum over his chest and all over the hands of the 10 year old boy that had just milked his cock like a pro. "That was really cool," said Norman. "What is this stuff?" "It's cum," Bobby responded. "Guys usually shoot this out of their cocks when it starts feeling really good." Bobby got off and walked towards the door. "Let's go get cleaned up before your Dad gets back," Bobby said, smiling back at Norman. The little boy followed, his little dick pointing the way and his mind full of lust. Walking by his dresser, he saw the little red light on the webcam. A couple miles away, in a grocery store parking lot, Charles looked dazed as he watched the live feed on his smartphone. He was at a loss for words about what he just witnessed. He was unsure if he had done the right thing. But he was even more unsure about the 10 inch erection snaking down his pants leg and the image of his little boy covered in teenage cum. To Be Continued.