Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 18:07:49 -0600
From: Josh Writer <10234evr@gmail.com>
Subject: How David Learned Part 1

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			     HOW DAVID LEARNED

      It was seven-in-the-morning and time for David to wake up.
      The lithe young boy usually awoke promptly when I was sitting for
him. He enjoyed our fun little games we would play before and after school.
      About four months ago I was hired by David's mother to watch him
while she was away on extended business trips. She had been promoted
suddenly, and was in desperate need of someone to watch her
ten-year-old-son.
      Luckily, she called me and asked if I would be willing to watch him
with a high frequency of occurrence.
      I was more than happy to oblige her request.
      Ever since they had moved in two years ago, I had been watching David
grow.
      He was a wonderful specimen of boyish beauty, standing at a perfect
four-feet and possessing one of the most wonderful mops of dusty-blond hair
anyone could ask for. I would find myself frequently lost in his light
emerald green eyes that seem to cut through anything they beheld.
      From the moment I laid eyes upon this boy god, I was in love.
      Though, I had ample chance and time to make friends with him and his
mother, I was never given much of chance at coming closer to him, though I
knew I could.
      His father had abandoned the family after David's mother had fled
with him. He was an abusive asshole, and luckily, never considered pursuing
them.
      I could tell David was in desperate need of a male influence in his
life, and now, two years later, I could be that influence.
      Now, it should be pointed out that I wasn't initially interested in
exploring a sexual relation with David, but as these things had a tendency
to conjure themselves into existence, it so happened that David was quite
receptive to exploring his sex.
      It was about a week before I started watching him full time.
      His mother had decided it would be beneficial for the two of us to
bond before she began her new position. She wanted one last night out on
the town before she would be leaving, so she asked me to watch him.
      The evening progressed as one might expect it would with a
ten-year-old-boy.
      We first watched a myriad of various cartoons, ranging from Spiderman
all the way into the wild world of Spongebob.
      All the while David watched his cartoons, he snuggled closer and
closer to me, with no couching on my behalf. Though, I wasn't opposed to
the contact.
      By the point it was time for dinner, David was situated half on my
lap, and half on my legs with no part of his wonderful body touching the
couch. It was all touching me. Best of all, it was mostly skin-on-skin.
      It was still early August and the two of us were dressed similarly,
he was wearing short, lose swim-trunks-a favorite of his to wear even if he
wasn't swimming because he didn't need to wear underwear-and I was in my
short cargo pants. We both wore "wife-beater" shirts, which gave me ample
opportunity to peek at David's perfectly creamy-white, smooth chest. He had
adorable nipples, which were perfectly shaped for his tinny frame. His
armpits were always flawless, even if he were outside playing in the mud.
      My shirt gave David the chance to see my smooth chest. I made it a
point since I was eighteen to shave, or wax my chest as often as I could. I
had recently discovered a wonderful type of product that would remove the
hair using a cream. This left me as smooth as David; even under my arms
there was very little discoloration.
      Once dinner was delivered, we sat on the floor of his room playing
with his favorite toy, LEGO.
      As he squirmed about on the carpet, his pant legs would rid up his
thigh all the way to his groin. At one point, I looked up and caught a
quick flash of his tinny, little, boy-sack, but David quickly readjusted
himself mindlessly.
      Then, after we were done with his LEGOs, it was his bed time... But
first a shower.
      As David approached the bathroom, I followed. He did not seem to
notice or care. I wondered if I should just follow him in and offer my
assistance, but decided against it.
      I asked him if he would prefer I remain outside, and he said, in a
nonchalant manner, he didn't care. I opted to remain outside. Just the
thought of seeing this wonderful, perfect young boy nude before me was
making me hard.
      It would have been quite awkward for me to explain the tent in my
pants. However, if I had known about the events of later that evening, I
would have followed him willingly, tent or no tent.
      After David was done with his shower, he exited the bathroom quickly
and dashed into his room. I caught a glimpse of him wearing only a towel
around his little white waist. He had it tied in such a fashion I was
unable to see anything more then is flat, pristine back, and smooth, strong
legs.
      I went to check on him a few minutes later. He was wearing Spiderman
PJs and no shirt. I took a moment to drink in his beauty, then asked him if
he needed anything more.
      David shook his head, but asked me to stay. He wasn't really tired
yet, and wanted to talk.
      So, I stayed and sat at the end of his bed. It was a warm, soft bed
and I wondered what I would feel like to lay there naked with him, curled
up on my chest.
      After an hour of chatting about nothing of particular note, David had
drifted off to sleep.
      I left his room, but not before sneaking a slight kiss on his
wonderful, silky cheek.
      The night began to pass, and I decided to remain awake till his
mother arrived home.
      However, as the events of the day had left me quite horny, I had
decided to relieve myself on the couch.
      I had brought my laptop with me, should there have been any need for
it. As it was, I needed some pornography to aid me in my masturbation.
      I had positioned the laptop on my knee and brought up on of my
favorite videos of a young, white boy no more then nine-years-old kneeling
before a short, but thick cock. The man had shaved himself smooth, making
his member look even thicker and slightly longer, probably around four or
five inches total.
      In the video, the boy kisses the tip of the man's cock, then slowly
begins to slide his tongue down the man's shaft. As he does, the cock
follows the boy's tongue deeper and deeper in the youth's mouth.
      After a minute of small gags and coughs, the boy has the man's cock
balls deep down his throat.
      Then he starts to work on pleasuring the man. The video has audio,
which I had turned up very slightly.
      By this point, my six-inch, uncut cock was out of my pants and I was
close to cumming.
      Just as the boy began to work his throat upon the man's cock, I heard
a small, shocked gasp come from behind me in the hallway.
      My first thought was that the mother had come home and saw me, but
she would have had to walk past me from the front door.
      Then I realized it was David.
      Without stopping the video-which was on loop-or putting my cock away,
I turned around.
      Indeed, there was David, standing in his PJs, watching my laptop.
      I blinked a few times, speechless. I wasn't sure what to do.
      Here I was, twenty-eight, sitting in my neighbors front room,
masturbating to boy-porn while a ten-year-old boy watched me.
      A few seconds later, David began to move towards me, his eyes firmly
fixated on the computer and the video of the boy deep-throating man-cock.
      Then, as he turned the corner of the couch, he saw my cock standing
straight up out of my pants.
      I had been so close to cumming, a small drop of cum had formed on my
tip. I still had my right hand resting on the base of my cock, pressing my
massive balls outward.
      "Uh, hi," I sheepishly said as David moved around the couch. He was
now standing just a few feet away. His eyes kept jaunting from the video to
my rock-hard cock.
      "What, uh... What are you doing up?" I tried to sound casual, but my
voice cracked with embarrassment and anxiety.
      David was silent for a moment, then he whispered, "Oh, I uh... I
was..." He stopped and took another step closer, "Hey, Cory, what is that
video you are watching? Is that porn? Is that a boy?"
      David pointed at the screen where the video had looped back around
and was now at the point were the man came into the boy's mouth.
      David watched with awe as the man pulled his throbbing cock out of
the boy's throat. The boy reactively reached up and began to stroke the
man's dick as a rope of cum exploded out from his tip and landed on the
boy's open bottom lip. Then another and another spurt of cum, the second
hitting the boy's upper lip and the third finding the target perfectly and
landing right inside his open, waiting mouth.
      Then, the boy swallowed the cum, and started to lick the man's cock
clean.
      I had not released my own cock, and unknowingly began to stroke
myself again.
      Then I realized what I was doing when David was staring at my cock.
      I hesitated, then spoke, "Yah. Um, that's porn of a young boy. He's
doing some stuff to a guy."
      "What kind of stuff?" David's voice was wholly innocent. Up until
that point, I did not believe he had ever experienced anything related to
sex.
      "Well," I started out, "The boy is giving that guy what is known as a
blow job." I let go of my aching cock. I had edged myself close twice now,
and a small drip of white cum dribbled down the bottom of my cock and onto
my finger.
      David was transfixed by my dick.
      "So, what are you doing?"
      I shrugged. I realized I was committed now. There was no turning
back. He would either accept what was happening and we would move on, or he
would freak out and tell on me at his nearest conveyance.
      So, I spoke frankly, "I was masturbating to the video. I'm really
horny right now, and want to cum, like the guy in the video does."
      David looked back at the movie and watched the boy lick the guy's
cock, "Just like that?" There was a tint of anxious fear in his voice.
      I realized he must have thought that I wanted him to suck me, to
which I quickly responded, "Oh! No! I mean, I just want to cum, like, by
myself."
      As I spoke the last words, David exclaimed then turned to walk out of
the room, apologizing profusely for interrupting me.
      This was it. I decided to make the move and see if he was willing to
explore his sex with me. I quickly called out to him, "Oh! No! Wait... Um,
David. If you want to stay. You can. I don't need to finish by myself." I
remained as confident as I could when I spoke.
      The boy paused then turned back around and asked, "Can I sit down
here?" He pointed at the cushion directly next to me.
      I nodded, and David hesitated, then slowly sat down.
      I watched as he did for any sign of an erection, but saw none through
his lose PJs.
      The two of us sat there in awkward silence for a few seconds till the
sound of the man in the video cumming broke us from it.
      "Why does that guy do that into the boy's mouth?" David was looking
at the video and the tip of my glistening cock.
      "It feels good." I said blatantly, "Orgasming feels
incredible. There's nothing like it."
      "What's the white stuff coming out of his pee-pee, and yours too?" I
watched as David made a motion to touch my cock's tip, but stopped quickly,
realizing he hadn't been given permission to touch my privet spot.
      "Oh, that's cum. It's actually called semen, but everyone calls it
cum." I looked down at my still-erect cock and saw the drying cum.
      I took a deep breath and let it out slow; now was the moment of
truth, "Um, you can touch it... You know... If you want. I don't mind." I
pointed at my cock and bucked my hips slightly, causing my cock to thrust
up into the air.
      David's eyes bulged as he watched my cock move up then down. He
reached out and with the very tips of his gently, velvety fingers, touched
the bottom of the cock-tip.
      I moaned out instinctually as he touched me and flexed my cock. The
head swelled in his fingers and I could their warmth pressing back on my
tip.
      David quickly looked up and started to pull his hand away when I made
noise, but kept it there when he saw it wasn't causing me pain, but
pleasure.
      He moved his index finger up to my tip and tapped the slit. A clear
sting of pre-cum followed the tip of his finger into the air as he pulled
his hand away, "Ew, it's sticky." David brought his wet finger up to his
nose and sniffed it.
      "It doesn't smell bad." He remarked, as he lowered his hand down to
his side. How I longed for it to return to my throbbing dick, "Does it
taste bad?"
      I smiled. I knew it didn't from experience. I was an accomplished
autofellatioest, "No. Not really. It's kinda like old Oreos, or like old
pennies."
      David chuckled and scrunched up his nose in the fashion that always
made my cock twitch. This time was no different and David smiled when he
saw it move.
      After a small pause, David continued with his questions, "So, how do
you make it come out? I've never peed white stuff before."
      He looked down at his PJs and I could see what might have been a very
slight tent, thought it was hard to tell. If he was only two or three
inches erect, then there would be no easy way of seeing it buried beneath
the fabric.
      "Well," I started out, sounding much more confident and
authoritative, "You can stroke it like I was doing." I moved my hand back
and began to jack my shaft. A few more drops of cum came out and I pulled
them off my tip with my finger then sucked it clean, to show David it
wasn't a bad taste at all.
      "You can also have sex, or do what that boy and man are doing in the
video." I pointed at the still-running porn.
      David shook his head as he processed the information, then asked,
"So, anything that tickles it?"
      I smiled and nodded.
      Then David reached over reluctantly, and I stopped my stroking. He
then touched my foreskin, and ran his index finger around the outside of
it, "Why is your cock so much bigger then, you know," He motioned towards
his own dick, "And why does it have this weird skin?" He tapped the bottom
of my tip, which was covered by my foreskin.
      I twitched with pleasure as he touched me, and moaned again. After I
collected myself, I spoke with a quivering voice, "My dicks bigger cause
I'm older. Yours might get this big, or bigger. And this," I grabbed my
foreskin and pulled it up, forming a tube of flesh coming from the top of
my dick, "Is a fore skin. Every boy is born with one, but a lot of parents
have the doctor cut it off."
      David withdrew his hand in horror as I spoke, "What? So my mom had it
cut off me? Why?" He was clearly agitated.
      I put my hand on his shoulder to calm him, "They do it because it
makes keeping your pee-pee clean, easier. It also means you won't hurt a
girl when you grow up."
      David frowned, but calmed down, "Your, um, foreskin, can hurt a
girl?"
      I shrugged, "Kinda. If my skin inside," I pulled my foreskin back
tightly to David could see my wet tip, "Here," I pointed at the areas under
the lip of the tip, "It can give a girl an infection and she can get really
sick."
      "Oh." David leaned down so close to my cock, I could feel his warm
breath on my skin.
      "So what do you have one and I don't?" As David spoke his breath
wrapped itself around my cock, causing it to tremble and throb more. Much
more of this teasing and I was going to shoot.
      "Oh, it's because my parents wanted me to have the foreskin. A lot of
parents also chose to let their boys keep them."
      "So why did they let you keep yours and I didn't?" David lifted his
head, thankfully.
      I shrugged, "You would have to ask your mom when you are older."
      David had relaxed now, and was sitting comfortably on the couch.
      I waited a few seconds to see if he would ask any more questions, but
I could tell he was digesting all the new information he had just learned.
      Once I realized he wasn't going to speak again, I started to stroke
myself, slowly. I didn't want to cum right away, incase David wanted to
either, play a part in helping me, or watch the ejaculation closely.
      I decided I would test David's curiosity and receptivity to sex by
choosing some other videos to watch.
      A second favorite of mine was a famous video in which a man orally
pleasures a young, eleven-to-twelve-year-old-boy.
      I consider myself a master collector of child pornography, having a
massive, extensive collection consisting of tens-of-thousands of rare and
different videos and pictures.
      This one is usually presented without audio and with most of the
action blurred out by cautious editing. I however, being the master, had
the unedited version, showing and playing every detail of the blowjob.
      David watched both the video and myself as I continued to stroke it.
      The boy in the video began to writhe around on the white covers of
the bed as the man slowly and professionally pleasured the young boy's
cock. Then, the youth's tummy tights and his hips buck into the air as the
man brings the boy to climax.
      David gasped as he watched the boy twitch and moan on screen.
      Then he looked down and saw my hand moving faster.
      I looked at him and asked, "Do you want to see me cum?"
      David nodded silently.
      "Do you want to help like the boy's in the videos?"
      Again, he nodded silently.
      I stopped masturbating and reached over, then took the boy's hand. I
placed it very gently on my shaft and flexed my dick in his hand.
      "Oh, now squeeze it hard, but not to hard. Like you were holding a
broom."
      David's eyes were locked on my cock. I could see the titillation in
his eyes.
      His own breathing was quickening as mine grew faster.
      "Now," I said between gasps, "Start moving your hand up and down my
shaft slowly, keeping the tight grip."
      David did as he was commanded, and soon I felt the contours of his
fingers gliding over my bulging veins and throbbing muscles. Occasionally I
would feel his hand dip down to far with a stroke and caress my balls,
which sent flashes of excitement through my entire body.
      As I came closer to climax, I realized he might not want the cum on
him, so I spoke through my moans, "Okay David, I'm... I'm getting
close... If you don't want cum on you... Stop."
      But David paid no heed. He continued to stroke me with a perfect
rhythm that closely matched my own.
      Soon, my hips were bucking of their own accord, and I could feel my
balls tighten up beneath David's sporadic caresses.
      I felt the muscles of my stomach begin to tighten as the young boy's
hand brought me closer to orgasm. Then I realized it was going to be a
massive eruption of cum.
      I quickly pushed myself upright, but no so much so that David had to
stop his pleasuring, "Hey, buddy, this... this one is going to be big!" I
grunted out as I felt the tension building. Soon there would be no stopping
it.
      I looked down to see cum already leaking from my slit and dripping
down David's little fingers.
      He began to slow as he asked, "Is that a bad thing?"
      I gasped again and felt my cock throb, "No!" I grunted, "But we don't
want to get it on the floor." I was attempting to scrunch my body so that
my cock was pointed straight up and the cum would land on me, and not the
couch.
      Then David spoke up, "Um, do you want to do it on me like in that
video?"
      I could tell he was terrified to ask, and it seemed as if-by his
tone-he was being forced to ask.
      I quickly dismissed that, as much as I wanted it to actually
happen. I would have given anything at that moment to feel his warm mouth
wrapped around my cock.
      "No, no, no. I just don't want it on..." I moaned again,
"Everything."
      Then the eruption came. I could feel the cum rushing out of me, and I
acted quickly. I thrust myself forward, pushing my cock upwards against my
tummy.
      A second later and I grunted and groaned, then opened my eyes to see
David's ten-year-old, silky-smooth hand stroking my spasming dick.
      Ropes of cum blasted forth from my slit and covered my chest. Then,
as the orgasm pasted, I felt rivers of cum flowing from my tip and down,
over David's fingers, which still squeezed and stroked my shaft.
      A few seconds later and the storm had passed. My dick grew soft in
the young boy's hand and I asked him to stop pleasuring me.
      I leaned back in the couch and sighed.
      "That was the best orgasm I have ever had."
      David smiled at me, then I noticed he was holding his hand he was
pleasuring me with, oddly.
      It was covered with glistening white cum. It stuck to each of his
perfect, small, soft fingers, and ran down the back of his hand to his
boney wrist.
      He lifted his hand up to his face and sniffed it. Then-with no prompt
from me-placed his index finger in his mouth.
      I watched as a glob of cum sat on the tip of his finger then
disappeared inside his mouth. I listened as he made a slurping, sucking
noise and removed his finger. It was as if he had just finished his
favorite ice-cream and he was cleaning off his fingers.
      I moaned out again loudly as I watched David take his other fingers
into his mouth and suck them clean.
      My soft dick throbbed and a bit more cum leaked out of the slit.
      David looked down and smiled, "You're right, it doesn't take bad! Its
like Oreos!"
      I laughed weakly, and leaned back. Then I felt David's fingers on my
tip, pulling the last drops of cum off me. I looked over to see him lick it
off his finger.
      Then with a beaming smile, he asked, "Can you make me pee white stuff
like that too? It tastes awesome!"

      End of part one.