I'm Marty, a boy who learned about sex early, thanks to a neighbor man, Mr. Medford. I guess I've already been interested in sex but didn't know that was what it was called. At a very early age my mother told me not to play with myself, but that just encouraged me all the more. It felt great even then. Of course, once I entered puberty and could jack-off I would cum until my balls hurt. But I learned all about it years before I could actually cum.

I liked to spy on my older brother Mike while he jacked-off. I didn't quite understand what was going on. He started out playing with himself, just like I did all the time, but soon he would be pulling himself so hard and fast I was sure he'd hurt himself. Then suddenly he was done and had a tissue pressed to his cock. The first time I thought he might be bleeding, but there was no red color.

One day I told Mike that I'd "accidentally" saw him doing it and asked if I could watch. He told me I couldn't – it was very private, and straight boys didn't watch other guys do it. I didn't know what a straight boy was, but decided that I probably wasn't, since I liked to watch.

I also loved to be naked – especially outdoors. Of course, I couldn't do it in most public places, but enjoyed walking naked through the woods. There was a wooded area that was part of a large public park system near my home. I had a special place where I would undress and put my clothes in a bag and hide it in some bushes and spend much of the day walking naked in the woods. I got caught a few times, but it wasn't anyone who knew me. They told me I shouldn't be out there naked and I promised to put my clothes on as soon as I got back to them.

That's all that happened, but I loved being naked whenever possible. I had hoped something more would happen and got a little bolder. I started moving to the edge of the woods, where I could be seen by people living nearby. One day I left the woods and found myself in a back yard that had hedges on two sides. I boldly walked right out into the yard and began to walk around. I stroked myself while I looked around and was surprised when a man said, "I hope you're enjoying yourself."

"I was just admiring your flowers," I said.

"You like to walk around with no clothes?" he asked.

"Every chance I get," I said, "Is that okay?"

"It's fine by me," he said, "In fact I like you like that!"

"You do?" I replied with surprise – he was the first adult who didn't scold me for being naked.

"It looks like you've been playing with yourself," he said, "Would you like me to teach you some other fun things?"

"Sure!", I said, and I followed him onto his deck, where he sat down and told me to sit on his lap. I climbed up and he picked up a bottle of suntan lotion and put it on his hand, and then began to play with me. The slippery lotion felt incredible.

"Ready to try something else?" he asked and I eagerly agreed. He leaned me back a little and slipped a finger between my cheeks and rubbed my hole. It felt strange, but I knew it was something my mother wouldn't approve of, so it was probably good, and I let him continue.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Strange," I said, "But I kind of like it."

He continued to move the tip of his finger past my hole, pushing in a little each time he crossed it, until he was actually entering me.

It felt odd to have something entering me in the wrong direction, but it was kind of nice. I knew it must be really taboo, and that made it even better. I smiled at the man and said, "I'm Marty, and I like what you're doing."

"I'm glad you do, Marty," he replied, "I'm Mr. Medford, and I think we're going to have a great time together."

I was only in fifth grade at the time, but knew it certainly wasn't normal to exchange introductions with a finger in me, but everything that was happening was completely new to me.

He pushed his finger in deeper while putting more lotion on me and playing with me with his other hand. If I was older I probably would have climaxed, but he had me as aroused as I could be at that age.

I remembered my brother stroking himself – he was so much bigger than I was – I wondered what Mr. Medford would look like."

"Would you show me your weiner?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said, "I'll be glad to show you, but it's really called a cock."

"I'd sure like to see your cock," I said. Mr. Medford pulled down his shorts and took them off. His cock was huge and so were his balls. I reached for him but paused. He told me to go ahead, and I for the first time I touched another guy's cock. I loved it! He his cock grew under my touch, and I needed two hands to hold him. I watched in amazement as it grew even bigger.

Mr. Medford taught me how to wrap my hands around him and stroke. He told me he was teaching me to jack him off, and that in a few years I'd be doing it to myself all the time. I was thrilled to have someone teach me important things like this. My arms were beginning to get tired, but Mr. Medford urged me to keep going because he was almost "there".

He let out a grown as white stuff shot out of his cock and up in the air. Some of it landed on my chest, but most fell on the ground.

"What’s that stuff?" I asked.

"It's called semen, or cum," he said, "It means you did a really good job jacking me off!"

I wiped the cum off my chest with my finger, as he said, "Go ahead and taste it."

I put my finger in my mouth and found it to be really strong tasting, and I grimaced.

"It's an acquired taste," he said, "As you grow up you may really learn to love it."

Mr. Medford thanked me and pulled up his shorts. I asked him if he would put his finger in me again and he agreed. This time he had me lay across his lap as if he were going to spank me – I sure hope he wouldn't. Instead he spread my cheeks and squirted lotion between them. Then he pressed a finger to my hole. I must have instinctively raised myself up and he said, "You seem eager for this."

He pressed his finger into me, and I loved the feeling as he moved deeper. He was in up to his knuckle and I wished his fingers were even longer.

"Want a second finger?" he asked. I quickly agreed and he pulled out his finger and then pressed a second in. I was hoping for both at the same time, but this felt great as well. Then he pulled the finger out and pressed the two against my hole. As he pushed in, I felt myself stretch and I wasn't sure I could take it, but he wiggled his fingers and worked his way in. Slowly he pressed the pair of fingers deep into me and I loved every moment of it. He pulled back partway and spread them. At first it felt good but then it hurt, and I cried out.

"With a little practice," he said, "You'll be able to open much wider – want me to teach you?"

I quickly agreed, but said I needed to get back home in time for supper. I agreed to come back tomorrow and asked if I could jack him off again. He told me he would show me how to do it hands-free. Hands-free? I couldn't imagine how that would work, but I was eager to learn!

The next day I returned to Mr. Medford's, arriving naked and finding him naked in the back yard as well. We walked to the deck where he had a variety of items on a table. They looked like cocks of different sizes and colors.

"These are dildos," he said, "You can use them for practice or when you don't have a cock available." I didn't understand but he promised to show me. He chose a dildo about the size of his cock and pointed out the most sensitive areas – these would be where I should focus my attention – particularly around the ridge of the head and the underside. Then he told me to put it in my mouth and practice. I did, and it was nice, but it was rigid and didn't respond to me, but I practiced as instructed. He told me to lay across his lap and continue to practice while he squirted lube between my cheeks and fingered me as he did yesterday. Now I was eager for him to probe me and wondered what I could expect next.

After working me with his fingers, and feeling them spread to open me up, he withdrew and I felt something that definitely wasn't a finger. I slid into me and went deeper than his fingers, and felt a little uncomfortable as it "bottomed out". "That's my smallest dildo," he said, "You took it well, and I now know how deep you can take it. We'll stay at that depth, but if you like we can teach you to take it deeper."

He stroked the dildo in and out a few times and then pulled it out. Next he pressed a larger one to my hole and I could feel myself opening up. I cried out as it hurt a bit and he stopped. "Now just relax and push out like you are going to the bathroom – you can take a lot more than you think."

I continued to practice sucking the dildo in my mouth while Mr. Medford massaged my ass cheeks, making me feel wonderfully cared for. I told him I thought I was ready for more and he push in as pushed out, and it slipped right in with no further pain. "Now just hold it there for a while and get used to the feeling," he said.

This was a feeling I could really get used to! I was so fortunate to meet Mr. Medford – every boy should have a teacher like him!

After a while he pushed the dildo in as far as I could take it, but this time came to a gentle stop as he reached bottom. He clearly knew what he was doing – I wondered how many other boys recieved his guidance – it was a wonderful blessing indeed!

As he stroked the dildo in and out of me, he played with my little cock and got me hard. I didn't understand it, but when I was hard, I felt differently about things and desired everything Mr. Medford offered even more. I was a little disappointed when he removed the dildo, but then he told me to kneel.

He showed me the dildo he'd just removed and said it was an inch in diameter and I took it well but could probably do better. He lubed up a slightly larger one, measuring and inch and a quarter across. He had me raise up and placed the head of the dildo between my cheeks and the base on the deck and told me to lower myself to hold it in place.

"Now suck my cock like you've been practicing on the dildo, and keep yourself hard as you press down on the dildo," he instructed, "Do it slowly – I don't want you hurting yourself – this is supposed to be a wonderful experience."

As I took him into my mouth, I was amazed at how right it felt – not just better than the dildo, but like it really belonged there! I began to realize that this was the way it should be for me, with a cock in my mouth, and I was so grateful for such a wonderful teacher!

As I sucked, I continued to stroke myself as I pressed down on the dildo. The head really opened me up – it felt like as far as I could go, but I wanted more. Mr. Medford coached me to go as far as was comfortable and pause for a bit before continuing. He assured me that I could take it if I just went slowly.

As I moved my tongue around his cock it seemed like I could sense every texture of his manly tool. I wondered how other boys learned this sort of stuff. I was determined to do really well and followed instructions to the smallest detail. Finally, the head of the dildo was in me and Mr. Medford told me to just rest with it there until I was ready to take more.

In a few minutes I pressed down and took it in all the way – I felt really full, but in a way I'd never felt before. I sucked with even more enthusiasm and soon Mr. Medford came in my mouth. I'd been looking forward to it – even the strong taste. If this was what a man tasted like, I wanted as much as I could get! He told me to just hold it in my mouth and learn to appreciate the unique taste.

I did so while holding the dildo deep inside me. Mr. Medford told me that I'd done a wonderful job and was a really great student. He said he would invite some of his friends over and I could practice with them. I told Mr. Medford I wanted to master all he could teach me, and he promised to give me a thorough education.

Over the next week I grew accustomed to the dildo, and found it easier and easier to take it in. My sucking skills had improved, and when Mr. Medford brought friends for me to suck, they all commented on how well I did. I felt really proud, and continued to crave more.

I thought about sucking my brother, and how cool it would be to do it several times a day – I knew Mike jacked off at least three times a day and fantasized about him cumming in my mouth. Finally, I grew bold enough to make an offer.

"Mike," I asked, "Why do you jack-off instead of just getting a blowjob?"

"I'd take a blowjob any day," he said, "You offering?"

"Maybe," I replied, with a sheepish little grin.

"What would you know about blowjobs?" he asked.

"Try me and see," I said.

Mike unzipped, took out his cock, and said, "Now put up or shut up!"

I was on my knees in a flash with Mike in my mouth. He was always horny and came in a little over a minute. I swallowed as he pulled out and declared, "Wow! You're a damn good cocksucker!"

I'd never been called a cocksucker before but liked the sound of it. We made plans for me to suck him three times a day. In the morning I would go into the bathroom while he was showering and suck him. As soon as we got home from school he would come to my room for another blowjob. Then at bedtime he would stand by my bedside and I'd suck him. Sometimes I would go into his bedroom and suck him in his bed.

I still went to see Mr. Medford a couple of times a week, and he continued to educate me with the help of his friends.

One day Mike said he wanted me naked when I sucked him, which was fine with me. He commented that I had a really pretty feminine ass – smooth and soft, and one day he bent me over my bed and fucked me. He lubed me up good but was surprised how easy it was to enter me. He probably knew my ass had experience but didn't say anything. From that point on I would blow him every morning and night, and he would fuck me after school. I liked all of it, and one day asked Mr. Medford if he and his friends would fuck me. He told me I needed opening more, and would work with me to take even larger dildos, until I could receive an adult man with ease.

I continued my training and when I entered puberty I could finally cum, and that made it even better. Like Mike, I wanted to cum all the time, but I only did when I had a cock in my mouth or ass. Fortunately that was at least three times a day, so it worked out well.

In seventh grade I took sex education and found it to be really boring – just a lot of biology stuff with no mention of the important stuff. I was grateful to Mr. Medford for providing me a very practical, quality education!

  To be continued . . .

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