Date: Wed, 05 Apr 2017 01:54:20 -0400 From: Leo Rysing Subject: Tales of Boys and Men - 2 Tales of Boys and Men - Story #2 - "Adult Guidance" (M/b) by Leo Rysing (LeoRysing at protonmail -dot- com) Free Speech is Nifty! There are many who would like to eliminate the types of stories that appear here. If they could, the global censors would pull the plug on this place. While we often think of these kinds of stories as mere "whacking material," stories of an erotic, sexual nature, help people everywhere recognize that they are not alone, that their sexual experiences, feelings, fantasies, dreams and desires, however unusual or socially unacceptable, are often shared by others around the world. Nifty is more important than we realize because it shows how many of us are connected at our most basic, often secret, primal level. I hope you will all support Nifty to the best of your abilities. Preface: This is another in a series of stand-alone stories based on experiences men have shared with me. The stories are unconnected and can be read individually, in any order. They share only by a common theme; all are tales about boys (males under 18) having early, consensual experiences with adult men (males18 or over). Most, but not all, are based on true experiences or at least experiences that were related to me as true or that sounded like true experiences. I cannot verify if they really happened, nor do I want to. They are stories. If they feel true, that is enough. Virtually all of the men who have shared their stories with me have asked to remain anonymous. Take them as true or false, as helps you most enjoy them. I have written this story, like all of them, in the voice of the person who told me the story, because that is how I heard it. While it is not possible to be true to every word and detail, since I was not there, I have tried to keep the fundamental story intact and true, changing only identifying details and writing the story the way I saw events in my mind's eye when it was told to me. I would love to hear your own true stories, and thank you to those who have sent me their own tales already. They are wonderful and I am getting to them to post as fast as I can! Please feel free to share your thoughts and especially any stories of your own by writing to me at the e-mail shown above. This time I would especially like to thank a wonderful reader and online friend, "G.S.," who made himself available to proof read this story. While I'm sure there are still errors, any mistakes are totally mine, but thanks to him, many mistakes have been caught and cleaned up. My deepest gratitude to him for all the help! Enjoy. ---------------------- Tales of Boys and Men - Story #2 - "Adult Guidance" (M/b) by Leo Rysing My name is Kevin, and I was a very sexually curious kid. From as early as I can remember I was always interested in getting naked with other boys. Initially, I was interested in being naked with girls as well. I actually started out playing "doctor" with a little girl my own age. One day we got caught. Being the boy, I suppose, the blunt of the blame fell on me and it was pretty much beaten into me that little boys do NOT play naked with little girls. After that, I stuck to playing naked games with other males I started running around naked with the older boy who lived next door. Our naked games were very innocent and consisted mostly of scampering around the woods with our clothes off. Sometimes, when we were reasonably sure it was clear, he'd dare me to streak naked across a field, or together we might skinny dip in the lake. Nothing we did at that age was sexual and yet we both always had perpetual boners. Being naked with him gave me a funny feeling. I didn't understand it, but I enjoyed it. And while I knew it was "naughty" to run around naked, I also knew it wasn't the same evil, sinful thing as being naked with a little girl. The fact that I was perpetually erect when we played these games tells me now that I was obviously aroused by them on some level, but at that age I didn't really worry about having a boner, at least not around him. He was my friend. We shared a naked secret. I didn't care if he saw me that way, and besides, he always had one too. As long as it was just the two of us, who cared? One day when I was about ten years old some new neighbors moved in behind us. I knew they had kids but I hadn't met them yet. Without thinking, I went running to meet my friend for a little play time. I cut through the back yard of the new neighbors and down the side of their house, as I had always done when the place had been vacant. That was the first time I ever saw their little boy, Jamie. Little Jamie was their eldest son and a beautiful kid. He was probably all of about six years old. Ironically, the first time I saw him, he had his pants down to his ankles and his little dick in his hand. With his cotton-tail white bare bottom sticking out he was peeing along the side of the house. I don't know why he didn't go inside and use the bathroom, but as I suddenly zipped out of nowhere and zoomed past him I'm sure I literally scared the pee out of him! I didn't stop or slow down, didn't say anything to him, but sort of mentally noted, with amusement, what he was doing. In retrospect, it's funny that the first time I ever saw him he had his pants down. This proved to be something he did a lot. In the months and years that followed, Jamie and I became friends, even though he was four years younger than me. As it turned out the little urchin had quite a lack of modesty and a very bad habit of exposing himself. He would spontaneously pull down his pants and wiggle his butt or dick at you while saying a naughty sounding silly rhyme because he thought it was the funniest thing! His mother was not happy about this and had sternly tried to break him of this childish habit. But as we became friends, when we were out of sight he would gleefully moon me or pull his pants down and wiggle his tiny dick at me while giggling and saying his silly rhyme. It would be a lie to say I discouraged this behavior. I rather enjoyed Jamie giving me his little "dinky-dink" shows. By the time I was twelve, the older boy next door had moved away and I had no one to play naked games with anymore. Except Jamie. My young neighbor was now eight and we'd become friends despite our age difference, just as I had with the older boy next door when I was the younger one. Sometimes when his mom had errands to run she'd ask me to watch him and I would kind of baby-sit while she went to the store. I guess that was asking the wolf to keep an eye on the sheep. At that age Jamie still remained very amicable to doing his little nakie dance and I didn't mind one bit. One day, instead of just showing me his, he asked me to show him mine, which was something I'd not really done since I was older and had started to develop a little bit down there. I agreed, but only if we both pulled our pants down together because, you know, I didn't want to be the only one with my dick out! (For some reason at that age it was always very important to me that if I got naked the other person had to get naked too; otherwise I felt they had something on me.) Jamie readily agreed so we both entered a spare room they had and dropped our pants. Of course, I had a boner, like always. The kid's eyes went wide! "Whoa!" he said, awestruck when he saw my fully erect twelve- year-old dick. "You're bigger than my dad!" Ha ha! 'Yeah, right,' I thought, feeling a little embarrassed. I knew I was bigger than most boys my age, but no way was I bigger than a grown up! At twelve years old I had begun to develop ahead of other boys my age, and that had led to an awkward experience. In fourth grade I had compared dicks with a sixth grader who seemed shocked that I was bigger than him. That was weird enough, but it got really awkward a few days later when another boy I didn't know came up and asked to see my dick because he'd heard I was "bigger than a sixth grader." Realizing other boys had been told that I showed my dick, and that it was so abnormal they were talking about it, I got totally freaked out and ran off. Since then I had grown a bit more and gotten my first few hairs down there, and while I knew I was big for my age, I assumed it was just because I had started early. Most boys in my class still had their little pre-adolescent baby dicks, so of course compared to them I looked huge, but there was no way I was bigger than an adult! That'd be crazy! I figured little Jamie had just never seen a guy with a hard-on, and certainly not his father! Why would he? I never saw my dad hard. And since I was standing there sporting wood for the boy, of course I looked bigger than his dad to his young eyes. And naturally, compared to Jamie's little undeveloped boy toy I really was huge, sporting over six inches of thick boy cock to his tiny little, half-inch dinky. In any case, I laughed it off. In the few moments Jamie and I had alone we looked at and touched our weenies. He asked why it was so big and so hard. I tried to explain what I thought I knew about sex in the usual, inaccurate way boys who've only heard stuff will do. I know we talked about how boys put their stiff parts into girls' holes and stuff like that, but we didn't actually do anything; we were kids. I hadn't even discovered masturbation yet. We were just comparing our boy bits as, I suspect, boys have always done. I heard his mother's car pulling up and told him to get covered. Unfortunately, he wasn't very fast at getting his pants up. I got dressed and slipped out as she was looking for him. She found him with his pants down. When questioned, I lied and said he was pulling his pants down again. I sold him out, something I still feel ashamed about to this day. He got in trouble and his mom spanked his bare hiney. I felt guilty as hell. It ate at me until, by the time I went to bed that night, I realized I would have to come clean and tell the truth about what had happened. The opportunity came the next day when Jamie's dad, Michael, called our house and asked that I come over and see him. Of course, I knew what he wanted to talk about and I was ready to confess. Jamie's dad was a good-looking man in his early 30's, much younger than my dad. He was a stout, husky guy, not real tall, clean shaven with dark hair. I liked him and we'd gotten along as well as any adult and a boy my age were likely to get along. I thought he was nice, patient and understanding. I also thought he was kind of handsome. He met me as I was walking toward their house. "I did it," I said, trying to own up to my actions. "Yeah, I know," he said casually, with a shrug. "Come on, take a ride with me. I'll buy you a Coke." Although not that tall by adult standards, Michael was bigger than me and I found him a bit intimidating. He always dressed nicely and frequently wore a suit. Although soft-spoken, he was very masculine and could be quite forceful when he wanted. As we got in his car and began driving to the local 7-Eleven he explained how Jamie had told him everything we had done, in detail, including, I guess, the size and shape of my dick. It was enough detail that he knew his son was telling the truth and not just making up stories to get out of trouble. I was busted, even without confessing. To my surprise, Michael ("Look, call me Mike," he said) was actually very nice about it. "Look, Kevin," he said, "I know what you guys were doing. It's something boys have always done. I did it with my brothers when I was your age. It's very normal for boys to compare and do that kind of thing so I get it, okay. Not a big deal to me. I'm not mad about it or anything, but you have to understand, I can't have you doing that with my son, alright?" He continued, noting that while he totally understood about boys doing this, his wife, Jenny, didn't see it that way. "She's very upset about what you did. I told her I'd talk with you about it, man-to- man, and make sure you understood that this can never happen again, okay?" "Okay," I said, nodding my understanding and agreeing that what I had done was wrong. I promised I would never do it again. He explained that it wasn't fair for an older boy like me to ask a younger boy like his son to expose himself that way, since it puts the younger person in a very awkward situation. "I mean, think about it. It would be like me asking you to pull down your pants and show me your dick? How would that make YOU feel?" "Would you show me yours too?" I asked back. The conversation came to an abrupt halt and the awkward silence that followed made me realize I had just said the wrong thing. Michael stared at me. What I'd said was, clearly, not what he'd been expecting. "Ummm..." he finally said. "Just for the sake of argument...what if I said yes?" I tried to recover while still giving an honest answer. "If it was just us, you and me, alone, I'd be okay with it." I answered. "You know, if it was just us guys and nobody else knew we were doing it... It wouldn't bother me as long as we both did it." I was being honest, since nudity with other guys was not a big deal to me. I was thinking of all the times I'd played with the older boy next door or been in the shower at gym class or at the pool changing room, or the bath houses at the beach. I didn't mind being naked with another guy; in fact, I kind of enjoyed it, as long as we were all naked together and nobody talked about it. Of course, I imagine that was not what Michael wanted to hear. What he wanted to know was that I would be safe around his kid. Instead I had basically said, "Yeah, I'll get naked again, as long we don't get caught." Shit! I started to quickly back-pedal. "I'm sorry," I repeated, "I guess I'm weird that way 'cause it wouldn't bother me, you know, if it was just us guys, but I get it, I understand what you're trying to say, that it would be wrong and I shouldn't do it. I'm sorry, it won't happen again, sir, I swear, I promise, I won't do it again." He just looked at me for a very... long.... time... Finally, he just nodded slowly. "Okay," he said. "So, why did you do it with Jamie?" Why did I get naked with his son? I don't know! Because it felt good? Because I wanted to see his son naked and look at his little dinky and compare it to my own? That's the truth, but I couldn't say that! Boys were not supposed to want to see other boys naked. But I did. Why? Maybe I really was a "bad" boy? "I don't know," I finally began to mumble. "I was just... curious, I guess. I don't have any brothers like you did and just wanted to see what another guy looked like." That was half-true. I had seen other guys naked, a lot, but the truth was I couldn't get enough of seeing them. I had this compulsion to see dicks and didn't know why. But the real lie was my "curious" choice of words. My parents never talked to me about sex. Instead they got me these books on adolescent development. They helped some, but they were all about adolescent biology and anatomy. They never talked about real sex. There were some medical drawings of the plumbing of a penis, but no pictures of naked boys or girls. I'd read these books cover to cover, and in one part they said how boys may have phase in which they are "curious" about other boys. They said, as Mike had said, that boys might engage in exploration or "horse-play," but such things were "normal." My lie here was that I had borrowed the wording from that book because I thought it sounded like what he'd said earlier and might get me off the hook for what I did. The truth was that, back then, I didn't know why I did it. In fact, I really was just curious. Perhaps I was a bit more obsessed about it than other boys, but it was actually the truth. I didn't yet know what real sex was. I barely had a few hairs starting and had not experienced my first jerk off. I was horny, oh- so-very horny, all the time horny, but didn't know what that feeling was or what to do about it and no one explained it to me. Because of that, I was driven to look and touch because I didn't know what else there was to do. Mike said he had played around like this as a boy, so I was hoping I'd get back on his good side. I didn't want him to think I was a perv who should never be allowed near his son again. I turned and looked at him, hoping to see a nodding approval. Instead I saw this very odd expression. Not a bad look, not an angry look, he was just looking down. I thought he was processing what I'd said, but then I saw where his eyes were. He was looking at my lap. All this talk had caused me to spring a very big boner in my shorts, and Mike was looking right at it. My erection was obvious and huge. I moved my hands in a useless attempt to cover up. I felt so embarrassed. Now he *knew* I was a perv! I talked fast, trying to rattle my way out of this mess. "Really, I understand it's not fair and I'm sorry for what I did to Jamie. I know it was wrong and I won't do it again, Mike, I promise, please, I promise I'll be good and I'll never do anything dirty like that again ever, sir, honest I won't." Mike looked up at me, a boy who was pathetically trying to hide his boner as he claimed he wasn't really a sexual pervert. Mike didn't smile. He said nothing, then just turned away. "It's okay," he finally said. "You're a growing boy. It's normal. But you have to understand, I can't have you ever doing anything like that with Jamie again, alright? Jenny doesn't understand and she wouldn't like it," he finished, mentioning his wife as if he really couldn't care less about it himself, but he was having this talk with me because she wanted him to. "I promise I won't," I swore, hoping that would be the end of it. We hit the 7-Eleven, he bought me a Coke like he'd promised, and as we got back in the car for the drive home he talked to me a bit more. Mike was very fatherly. He said he knew I'd done stuff with Jamie because of some things Jamie had told him. "Jamie and I are very close," he told me. "We have a very open and honest relationship; we've talked about sex and he knows he can ask me and tell me anything." "I wish my dad was like that," I said. My dad was a nice enough guy, but we were not close and I couldn't imagine having any conversation with him about my dick. The few times I did ask stuff, my folks just told me to go read about it in those books they'd gotten so they wouldn't have to actually talk to me about it. I was jealous of Jamie and his dad being so open. Mike seemed like the perfect dad to me; he was still youthful, in his mid-30's, handsome, commanding and nothing seemed to faze him. He took everything in stride and kept his calm, even when talking with a boy who'd been caught playing naked with his son! He was such a cool dad! I wished he were my dad, and as we drove home I told him that. Mike had two jobs. A few nights a week he taught a business class at the local community college. It made sense he'd be a good teacher. He was always patient and willing to explain stuff. His main income came from what today we'd call "flipping houses." He'd buy a house that needed work, fix it up, then sell it at a much higher price for a good profit. He did okay financially, but his money came in very irregularly. As we drove, he mentioned he was in the midst of getting a house set to show the next day and needed to drop by and check a few things, if I didn't mind. I told him I didn't have to be home any time soon and that it would be okay. We drove a short distance and soon arrived at a very nice, two- story house with a "For Sale" sign in the front lawn. He got the key out of the little latch box on the door knob and let us in. The place looked great. With obvious pride he showed me all the stuff they'd fixed up. He had totally redone the kitchen, fixed up the patio area and redone the bathrooms, including the one in the upstairs master bedroom. The master bedroom itself had a large bed in the room for show. He said they rented high end furniture during open house so people could imagine how nice it could look. While he was showing me the upstairs master bedroom he stepped into the bathroom to relieve himself and kept talking to me without closing the door. Even though I couldn't see him we kept talking as I sat on the bed. I could hear him pissing. Eventually I heard the toilet flush, then water running as he washed his hands and then, it was quiet for a bit. "So let me ask you something," he said and as he did, he stepped out of the bathroom. Michael was completely naked. "Is this the kind of thing you're curious about?" My heart nearly stopped as I looked at him. He had left all his clothing in the bathroom and was now completely nude, head-to- toe, no shirt, shoes, pants or underwear... not even socks, and as he stood there, he spread his legs wider and his arms out to the side, opening up and putting himself on display with his semi-aroused adult cock at the center. "Oh, wow..." I said, barely getting the words out of my throat. 'This can't be happening,' I thought. I sat on the bed frozen and I started shaking. I suddenly felt cold. I would later come to know this as the rush of adrenaline that would kick in whenever I was nervous, afraid or (in this case) sexually aroused! 'This is a trick,' I thought. 'He's trying to test me. He wants to see if I really am a little pervert. He wants to see if I'll take the bait and perv on him like I did Jamie.' But I still couldn't stop staring at his cock. Mike walked over to where I sat on the bed and stood directly in front of me. His exposed manhood was now inches from of my face. He had a beautiful, if modest, circumcised penis. It was still semi-erect, hanging half-hard directly in front of me. Of course, I stared. To my eyes it was a beautiful, perfect man's cock. Mike wasn't extremely big. He had what I would call a "stubby" -- a dick like a cigar; thick and firm and stout, but not super long. To me, he was beautiful and my own boyish dick pressed painfully at full attention in my shorts in the way only a young adolescent boy's dick could. I just stared at his cock, unable to avert my eyes, until I realized... 'Oh, shit, this is what he's testing! To see if I just stare at his dick, to see if I'm a pervert and I just DID IT!' It took a moment but finally I took a deep breath, closed my eyes to shut out the image in front of me and that allowed me to break my stare and look up at his face. Michael was smiling down at me beautifully. Not a big grin, in fact rather serious, but he had this radiant sort of beatitude to him. There was a knowing twinkle in his eye and maybe even a bit of pride. From his expression, I thought maybe I was wrong. Maybe he wasn't trying to test me. He seemed more amused by my reaction than offended. "It's okay," he said softly. "You're curious. So, go on. Check it out. Explore all you want. I don't mind. Do it." I looked at his dick, so close, as he invited me to check it out. I couldn't believe, after what I'd done with his boy that he was seriously offering me his cock to explore. "You just wanna trick me," I said, when I found my voice. Michael shook his head. "No, I promise. You said you we're curious. I remember being that way when I was your age and wishing someone would just, show me. Now I want to help you, in the way I wanted somebody to help me." He reached down, grabbed his dick and tugged it, loosening it, then again spread his arms to put himself on display. "I'm totally serious," he said. " I just want to help. So, go on. You can do whatever you want." I let my eyes look back down at his dick, inches from my face, and just stared at it, taking it in. Slowly, I reached a hand up and gently wrapped my fingers around it. For the first time in my life I felt an adult man's penis. His dick twitched at my touch and began to stiffen. I heard him take in a sudden, trembling breath as my boyish fingers encircled his shaft. I looked up, checking his expression, worried he was about to pull the rug out from under me and say "Ah-ha! Got you, you little pervert!" But he didn't. He just smiled and watched me, looking down sweetly, like you might imagine a guardian angel smiling down at you. It was as if he could read the fear and uncertainty in my eyes and was assuring me everything was okay. "Don't worry," he said, calmly. "Explore all you want, do whatever you want, just... you know... don't hurt me. But touch it. Feel it. Rub it. Squeeze it. Smell it. You want to taste it?" I laughed. "No!" I couldn't imagine a guy wanting to "taste" another guy's dick! That was obviously a joke. "You know, the truth is, when I was your age that was something I wanted to do," he continued. "So don't be ashamed of anything you want. Just promise you'll keep this between us, and I promise no one will ever know as long as you don't say anything." I let my hand slide down underneath and cupped his scrotum. "All right," I said, feeling his ball sack. His balls were low hanging, warm and heavy in a sack of slightly hairy skin. I lifted them, "weighing" them in my hands. They felt like eggs. I brought my other hand up and took hold of his shaft again, gently caressing his growing dick, feeling the skin on his shaft while rolling his balls around. Using both hands I began to fully explore his manhood. Not surprisingly, his penis quickly stiffened, growing firm. I could feel his pulse as it got larger with each beat of his throbbing heart. "Have you ever felt a man's cock before?" I shook my head, "No, sir." "How does it feel?" I weighed his shaft and balls in my hands. "Heavy," I said. "And nice," I added. He smiled. "A lot different from a little eight-year-old's dick, isn't it?" he said. "Yes sir," I muttered, amazed at how it felt to be holding a grown man's cock in my hands and feeling it swell to a full erection. "So, how about you let me see what you showed Jamie?" he asked. I looked up, not sure I had understood him. "You wanna see mine?" I asked. He nodded. "You said in the car it wouldn't bother you. I'd feel a lot better if I wasn't the only one standing here naked. And besides, I think it's only fair you show me what you showed my son, don't you?" The idea of showing myself naked to the dad, as I had his son, made me feel very uncomfortable. Then again, it was what I had promised in the car. Unless I wanted him to think I was a liar, I had no choice. I would have to strip naked in front of this man. Swallowing hard, I finally said, "Yes, sir." I don't know why I was so reluctant. After all, wasn't this what I'd always wanted? So why was I nervous about being naked with him? Maybe it was because he was a grown man, and everyone else I'd ever done this with was a boy. Mostly I think it was because he was my friend's father! As I held his dick and balls in my hand I kept thinking about how what I was holding had created the boy I knew. Mike had several kids. Obviously, he was a man who'd had sex with at least one women, and his dick, the one I was touching, had fathered children. It turned me on to think that my young friend Jamie had started life as a squirt of liquid from the cock I was now playing with. Next to his son I had felt like the "big guy." Next to this man, with his adult body, I felt immature. Still, I had promised. With my hands trembling, I rose from the bed and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. I began undoing my belt and watched his man-cock twitch in front of my eyes, growing harder as he watched me undress. 'Funny,' I thought, 'you'd think he was actually enjoying watching me get naked,' but I knew that was crazy. Mike was a married, adult man, with kids. He'd seen other men and boys naked all his life. There could be nothing of interest in seeing a nude, twelve- year-old boy. And yet, as he watched me, I felt like a present being slowly unwrapped. I kicked off my shoes, one at a time, then each sock, before finally going for my pants. Watching me, his clean, circumcised cock head soon had a large, shiny drop of clear liquid oozing from the end. I thought that was weird, because, you know, mine had started to do that recently and I'd worried something was wrong with me. I'd never seen it on anyone else before. I didn't know what it was. I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. Now I was standing in front of this naked man wearing nothing but my white jockey briefs. I looked down and saw my own boyish erection making a major bulge in the front of my undies. A damp spot was forming there too. Shyly, I moved my hands in front to cover myself. Don't know why. Instinct. I was mere seconds away from being totally naked in front of him, but being in front of a real man like this, I suddenly felt like a bashful little boy. I looked up at him. He was still smiling down at me, his face just so warm, friendly and kind. "It's okay," he said lovingly, then ran his fingers through my hair. "You've got nothing to worry about." I knew now he wasn't trying to trick me. This was real, he was being honest. More honest, really, than any man had ever been with me before. I knew I could trust him. My fear left, and even though I was still nervous, I moved my hands to my hips, uncovering my boner, slipped my fingers below the waistband and slid my underwear down to my ankles. My hard boy-cock sprang out as my underwear pushed past it. My dick bounced in front of me, showing off in an obscene display of boyish pride. With my boyhood sticking out in front of me right next to Michael's manhood, I suddenly realized little Jamie was right -- I was bigger than his dad! Michael's cock was firm, thick and stubby. It pointed upward, parallel with his body. My own circumcised boy dick stuck out in front of me, not up, but out, with a curve downward. It hung heavy under its own weight and I was definitely bigger. In fact, I was much bigger, even with us both fully erect. Michael's manhood was more developed than mine, but his wasn't that big, coming in at less than 5-inches, fully erect. Mine, on the other hand, was very long. At that age I was already almost 7- inches and I was still growing. With both our dicks sticking out between us it was clear, and surprising, how much bigger my cock was than his. "Wow," Michael gushed. "Jamie was right. You ARE big," he said. I felt so embarrassed when he said that. It was just like with that sixth grader again. I was some kind of abnormally large freak boy! I didn't want that and I was sincerely surprised and embarrassed that I was bigger than an adult. As far as my dick size now, I'm not huge, but like 50% of all males, I am "above average." Michael, like 50% of all guys, just happened to be a bit "below average." I grew to have an adult penis over 7-inches. Not enough to make me a porn star, but Michael was not quite 5-inches, which is a perfectly normal cock for a man to have, but much shorter than mine, even as a boy. Having no idea what sizes and variations were normal, I assumed Michael's dick was an average adult cock, and I was not normal. Aside from the insecurity about my own cock size, Michael's dick being small didn't matter to me at all. Not then and not now. Mike's cock was beautiful and looked fantastic to me. It was the first adult man cock I'd ever seen up close and hard and he let me play with it. It was awesome! "Look at that!" Michael said, staring as my dick stuck out large and heavy from my boyish body. Without asking he reached down and took hold of it. "Oh, my god!" I gasped. Michael began gently stroking it, feeling its size, exploring mine in the same way he'd encouraged me to explore his. "Oh yeah, the girls are gonna love this," he said. What a wonderful sensation it is the first time you feel another person's hand on your cock! "Ooohhhh, that feels good," I moaned. "Nice," Michael said, stroking me. "Jamie wasn't kidding--you ARE big!" I could tell he was trying to compliment me and make me feel good about myself, but at the time I just felt awkward and ashamed. An odd thought suddenly crossed my mind. Jamie had told him I had a bigger dick than he did, but how did Jamie know that? I'd never seen my dad with an erection. When had Jamie seen his dad with a hardon? I found myself wondering just how intimate the relationship was between Jamie and his father. I could not imagine ever talking with my own dad about the size of someone's dick, and certainly not how it compared to his! Yet Jamie had apparently felt okay telling his dad that the boy next door had a bigger dick then he did! I figured Mike was just a very open man, without the big hang-ups my dad had. Now he was trying to help me with my curiosity. It never crossed my mind that Jamie's dad might have any sort of sexual interest in me. Why would he? He had a woman and, obviously, had sex with her often (he would go on to have a total of six kids!) so he certainly had his sexual outlet. I was just a mere boy, still smooth and nearly hairless, nothing to look at. No, the only logical reason was that Mike truly was just trying to help me learn. And that's all I thought, even as he stroked my cock with his hand, gently caressing it up and down in a way that was making me shake and giving me the strangest and most wonderful feelings! "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said, as he stroked along the curve of my erection. "That's an awesome cock you've got there, son. That's going to make some lucky girl very happy one day." I blushed. Mother never taught me the proper response to someone complimenting the size of your cock. "Really?" I stammered, embarrassed by the compliment. "You think so?" "Oh yeah," he replied, quite matter-of-factly. "Women like to feel filled inside, and if you're already this big..." he said, running his hand up and over my smooth pubic area, "and you've barely started to get hair yet. You're gonna be quite the stud when you're fully developed." "Thank you, sir." I said. I was very formal, considering the situation. I saw this as an adult taking his time to educate me. He was my teacher; I was his student. "So how often do you get this thing off?" he asked. I shrugged. I had no idea what he was talking about. "Have you started making cum yet?" he asked. "What's that?" I asked. The books my parents had given me had not contained the word "cum," so I didn't know what it meant. "Do you jack off?" he asked. I shook my head, "I dunno. " The words he was using meant nothing to me. "It's something a boy your age should know about," he answered, playing with the few stray pubic hairs that had begun growing above my dick. "Considering your level of development, I think you're a little past due." "Okay," I said, feeling an increasing intensity between my legs as he kept rubbing my dick. "Jerking off is pretty much what every boy in the world starts doing about the time they're at your level, but sometimes another boy, an older boy, a brother or somebody... has to show them how, the first time. I guess since you don't have any brothers...." "Show me!" I begged, my voice quivering in excitement. I didn't know exactly what he was talking about but I knew this sensation between my legs was growing more intense and I was excited to learn more of the secret mysteries of being a male. "You sure you want me to?" he asked, as he continued to stroke my cock. His stroking was making me feel very, very strange. I didn't know what being "horny" was, but I was now teased and aroused beyond all reason. "Please," I whimpered, "Please show me," I cried, having no idea what I was actually about to be shown. "Okay," he said calmly. "Lie down on the bed." I did as instructed, placing my head on the pillow. He sat down beside me on the edge of the bed. With one hand he kept playing with my dick but now he also began to run his other hand all over my smooth skin and all up and down my boyish body. "So, you've never cum before? Not at all?" "I don't know," I stammered. I didn't know what he was asking, all I knew is the way he was playing with my dick felt like I was going to explode or something. The books my parents had given me were very clinical. They used words like "masturbation" and "semen" (not "jerking off" and "cum") without in any way describing what they really were in a way that you'd understand if you didn't already know. That was intentional. They didn't want parents to think they were giving their kids a "how to" guide on sex. The books also spoke of how a boy might at some point experience a "nocturnal emission," during which, they explained, a boy's body might involuntarily release an "ejaculate of semen," which they'd already explained was the fluid containing sperm that fertilizes an egg in the girl's ovaries. They also warned how diseases can be transferred via "oral sex," without ever once saying what "oral sex" was and leaving me to believe it might be kissing or maybe talking about sex. Everything was in medical terms. Nowhere in these books did the words "jerking off" or "cum" or "blow job" appear, so I had literally no concept of what was about to happen to me. "Scoot down a bit," Mike said, and I did, taking the pillow with me and positioning myself more in the center of the bed. "If you've never cum before, I wanna do something really special for you," he said, standing up and moving to the other side of the bed. He took the other pillow (it was a large, king size bed for two) and put it down beside my hip, then crawled naked into bed with me. "Trust me, if you've never even jerked off before, this is gonna blow your mind." He put his head on the pillow near my hips, placing himself upside down next to me in a classic "69" position. It put my face right next to his cock and his face next to mine. He took my dick in his hand again and continued to stroke it. As he did I turned to his cock, right beside me. The end was now drooling clear liquid in large quantities. I took his dick in my hand and using my thumb rubbed some of the clear stuff around the head. I felt him pull back sharply. "Ummm, careful, that's very of sensitive." "What's the clear stuff?" I asked. He paused what he was doing and reached down, pulling his cock in a way that squeezed out more of the stuff. "That's precum. When you make love to a woman your dick makes this slippery stuff so it goes in the woman easier. Some guys make a little bit, some make a lot. I usually make a lot." "But you're not with a woman," I said. "Yeah, but my dick doesn't know that," he said. "Your dick doesn't know if you're with a girl or guy and it doesn't care. You could be all by yourself and just thinking about stuff. Doesn't matter, your dick just gets excited and does its thing. Sometimes I'll just be watching something or even just think about something and it gets all excited and I end up with a big wet spot on my pants if I'm not careful." "Wow, really?" I knew NOTHING of this stuff. I was so na‹ve. "Yeah, every guy makes it." He rubbed his index finger around his dick head until the head was glistening, then pulled his finger away in such a manner that a long string of precum was visible, like sweet looking corn syrup. He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, then held them toward me. "Want to taste it?" "Uhhh, no!" Cripes, I didn't want to put anything that came out of a man's dick in my mouth! "Some guys like it," he said. He turned his attention back to my cock. "You've got some on yours, see?" He rubbed his finger over the head of my dick, then held up two fingers and showed me the sticky thread between them. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and tasted my precum. "Whoa!" I was so surprised he did that. "Umm," he smiled at me. "You taste good. Can't wait to get some more of that." He took hold of his own cock and got more precum on his fingers (he was right, he oozed a lot), then he rubbed HIS precum on MY dick, smearing it in circles on the head of my boy- cock. "Oh, wow!" I pulled back sharply, it felt so intense. "Yeah, you like that. Feels good, doesn't it?" he said. "Yes," I answered and my voice trembled and cracked. He stroked my dick a few more times, rubbing it up and down while I used my hand to idly play with the furry man cock in front of me. "So you've really never cum before?" he asked me. "No, sir." "You don't have to keep calling me sir. We're both naked in bed together I think we're a little past being formal here." "Yes, sir," I said, then realized what I'd done. "I mean, okay." "Do you know what a blow job is?" "No," I shook my head. This was before the Internet and I'd never heard the term, but it sounded like maybe, he was going to blow cool air over the head of my dick. Now that he'd smeared all that slippery stuff on it I thought, 'oh I bet that would feel great and give me chills.' "Do you trust me?" he asked. He seemed very serious. "Yeah," I replied, (managing to avoid using Sir). "I wanna make the first time you cum feel very, very special, okay?" "Okay," I said. And then, to my utter astonishment, he leaned over and put my dick in his mouth. HOOOOLLLLLYYYY SSHHHIIIITTT! His mouth! I couldn't have been more shocked if he'd put my dick in an electric socket! The double whammy was -- what the hell -- a guy just put another guy's dick in his mouth... MY dick. Why would anyone want to do that!? But the second shock was boy, it felt amazing! I whimpered just like a horny little boy! Within seconds I was mewling in pleasure as he rolled my virgin boyhood around the inside of his warm, wet mouth. I found myself looking once more right at his cock, his man dick, right there in front of me. I took it in my hand, so close and... tempting.... I could feel him running his tongue in circles around the head of my dick making feelings so intense I could barely stand it. I can tell you, this was not the first time Michael had done this! He was good. Later he would tell me that when he was younger his older brothers had made him do it to them and their friends. At first, he said, he felt bad, but after awhile he realized it wasn't really such a big deal. In fact, he said, in time he rather came to like the idea that he was making someone else feel good. That's why, he said, he wanted to do that for me, since it was my first time ever cumming. I awkwardly held his cock in my hand and crudely rubbed it up and down. I had no idea what I was doing since I'd never jerked off or seen someone jerk off or had any exposure to even the idea of jerking off. I kept fondling his cock, playing with it in a clumsy manner, when he paused. "If you want to do the same thing to me that I'm doing to you, I'd be okay with that." He wanted me to put his dick in my mouth? "That's okay," I said, declining his kind offer. I was seeing and touching my first adult cock. I wasn't quite ready yet to put another guy's thing in my mouth. At least I didn't think I was. But the more he worked my cock, the hornier I got. I'd never felt sensations like this before. With each arousing suckle on my dick, my restraint and reason fell more and more to the wayside. In growing arousal, I became crazed with lust. After a few moments of this I found myself salivating as I looked at his dripping cock; so close to my mouth, so juicy. I could smell it now. It was turning me on. 'It couldn't be that bad, could it?' I thought. I mean, HE was doing it with mine!? As I tugged on his thick manhood another large drop of precum oozed out, like a bead of clear, sweet syrup, dripping off the end of his stiff cock. My mouth watered curiously as I looked at it. What WOULD it taste like? I wondered. Carefully I leaned forward and extended my tongue, catching the drop and, as I did, lapping my tongue over the head of his cock. "Ummmm...." he moaned! Ha! How 'bout that! I'd made HIM feel good. Cool! And the taste wasn't so bad after all. Salty, slick, weird maybe. Otherwise kind of tasteless; or maybe I just didn't get enough. I leaned in further and slowly put the head of his dick in my mouth. I began to suck it like you'd suck on the top part of a bottle of soda or something. Sucking felt good, and I got hornier. I heard another moan, but this time it was me. His sucking my cock while I sucked on his cock... wow, what a strangely powerful feeling! It somehow made what he was doing to mine feel even better. "Oww," He moaned in displeasure before briefly pausing to admonish me, "Watch your teeth! Don't scrape 'em--that hurts. Pull your lips over your teeth." I did as he instructed, and within moments I was successfully sucking my first cock. My head was swimming, my body was shaking... something was about to happen, I could feel it, but I didn't know what. Oh crap! Suddenly I felt this intense feeling like I needed to pee! I was gonna pee in his mouth! Shit, I couldn't do that to him. I could feel something was cumming and I couldn't stop it! I had to warn him! "Stop... Mike... please stop... I'm... I'm gonna.... I'm gonna..." "I can take it. Let it cum." He knew better than I what was happening. He sucked harder, stronger, deeper.... Oh fuck! I bucked my hips and pushed deeply into his mouth, unable to control the sensation I was feeling. It was my first orgasm and I didn't know what I was experiencing! It just felt so powerful, so good, my whole body felt it! I didn't know something like this was possible. I honestly thought you had to have your dick inside a girl to make semen or to have an orgasm. I didn't know your dick could be "tricked" by a mouth. The books hadn't explained that! Parents - don't give your kids BOOKS to teach them about sex! They won't learn shit! This was my real education, this was what I needed to truly understand what it was all about.... And it was wonderful! I have no idea how much pent up jizz I pumped into Mike's eager mouth. I had never cum before so I emptied my lifetime's worth of boy juice that day and he devoured every drop of my first young cum. Wasn't that nice of him? That's what I thought afterward. How noble he was to do that. I mean, why else would a man bring himself to drink another guy's cum, especially a boy's first every cum? The only reason had to be a great, self-sacrificing kindness for the boy. Clearly, there would be no other reason for a man to suck off a boy that way. This man was a saint, I thought, and I loved him for it. As we lay side by side, still in the 69 position, Mike gently played with my still-hard boy dick, gently stroking it and rolling it in his hand. "Was that really the first time you've ever cum?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I answered weakly. He laughed. "Well, I'm honored. What'd you think?" "Amazing," was all I could say. For a few moments, we just lay there in the after-glow. Mike hadn't cum yet and his dick was still hard and dripping. I held it in my hand, playing with it, fascinated, but I suddenly found that I had absolutely no desire to even think about putting it in my mouth. It was my first time experiencing how your feelings change once you cum. I also had not learned good, sexual etiquette; the idea that you don't just selfishly cum and quit, you make sure your partner is satisfied too, even if you don't feel like it because you've just cum, it's good manners. Right then, lying in bed, naked with another person for the first time in my life, with a man who happened to be both my neighbor and the father of a young friend, and who had just sucked on my dick until I had my first orgasm, then swallowed it all, well... Let's just say I was still processing. ******************************* On the drive home I just looked quietly out the window. "You okay?" Mike asked. He could tell I was a little confused. "Yeah, I'm fine." I answered. "You're good with everything we did, right?" he asked. The truth is I felt strange about what had happened. This was not the innocent, boyish playing around I'd done all my life. I'd just had my first "real" sexual experience, but I had always assumed my first time would be with a girl. This was real sex, but I had done it with a guy! And I'd liked it. What did that mean? Was I queer? Maybe this was just part of that whole "curious" and "experimenting" stuff I'd read about? Or maybe this is just how guys learn about sex, when older men show them? Maybe dads show their sons, how sex works? I flashed to the image of my own father doing this to me and shivered! Ugh, no! That thought did NOT appeal to me at all!!! And yet, when I thought of Mike and his son Jamie, naked together, intimate and loving, for some reason, that thought got my dick hard. I wondered, had Mike already dome something like this with Jamie? Jamie seemed to know a lot about his dad's dick! I was very confused. Maybe guys have always learned about sex from a close relative, a brother or uncle, maybe they would be brought in to teach a boy how sex works before his first time with a woman? Maybe that's what had just happened? This is what men have always done from the times we were hunters in tribes and it's something we just don't talk about? I was straining to convince myself there was nothing "odd" about what we had just done. Mike's hand shook my leg, jolting me back to reality. "Hey! You sure you're okay?" he asked. "Yeah, fine. I was just thinking. Just a lot to think about." Mike dropped me off at my house and there was one thing I felt I really had to say. "Thank you," I said sincerely. I was so grateful that this man had been so willing to share this with me. "Thank you for showing me all that." Mike just nodded. "Any time. Anything you want, I'm here. Just keep it between us. Oh, and don't go messing around with Jamie anymore, alright? If you're curious about stuff, I know more than he does anyway, so come to me. Deal?" "Deal!" I said, as I got out of the car. I appreciated his offer, but as he drove off I knew I would never be repeating this experience. I felt weirdly guilty about it, and besides, I'd clearly learned all I needed from Mike. I would have no need to revisit this again. **************************** The Next Day - The Next Time From the moment I woke up the next day I felt ready to explode in my pants! I was so hard, so horny and so pent up I could barely stuff my hardon into my tight jeans so I could get to my first class. All day at school I could barely hide my erection. I walked the halls like a girl, holding my books in front of my crotch. I was boned up like crazy and it made a huge, unmissable outline down the right leg of my pants. I'm sure a few of my teachers noticed, standing at the front of the class looking at us sitting there. I kept fidgeting and adjusting myself. My art teacher, Mr. Byron, would walk around the room and it seemed like he made it a point to lean over my shoulder several times to check the drawing I was doing. Now, I'm pretty sure he was enjoying my situation. Thank God it was a day I didn't have gym class! I would never have survived showers. What the hell was wrong with me!? I'd never cum before in my life, twelve-years without shooting a load and I'd survived fine. Now I'd just relieved all that pressure yesterday and yet I felt like I just had to get off again right away and relieve myself as soon as possible! Why? I was so horny and had no idea how to get off on my own. I knew I had to see Mike again! God, I just had to!!! But Mike had already shown me everything about sex. It wouldn't be right of me to take advantage of him again like that just to get off for my own selfish pleasure! Maybe if I begged and pleaded he'd let me experience it just one more time!? When I got home from school I practically bolted to his place. Luck was on my side. He was there and I told him I really, REALLY needed to talk with him again. He was very calm, told his wife, Jenny, that he was going over to clean up from the open house that day. He asked me, in front of her, would I mind going with him to help? Of course, I said I'd love to. "So, how are you feeling today?" Mike asked as soon as the car left the driveway. "Good," I said, my voice cracking as I did. Mike smiled. "You still okay with what we did?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Good. I'm just glad I was able to help." "Yeah, about that, would you... I mean, could you, ahhh...." I didn't know how to ask for what I wanted. "You said I could ask you for anything?" "Absolutely," Mike said. "Anything you need, just ask." "Could you do that again? I mean, could you show me that again? What we did? What you did? Could we, you know... do that again?" Mike just nodded, very calmly. "If you really want me to, sure. I'd be happy to help out as long as, like we said, it stays between us." "I promise!" I answered quickly, "I'd really like that a lot." Mike nodded and looked at me, smiling. He knew. "You know, now that you've had your first, you're gonna have needs all the time. There's something else I probably should have shown you. Actually, I was gonna do that first yesterday but I guess we kind of got carried away, but... I should probably show you how to take care of yourself. How 'bout I do that today?" "Okay." "Let's make a stop first." Before heading to the house Mike stopped at a drug store. We went in together and he pick up a few things, including some breath mints, gum, mouth wash and a bottle of some kind of lotion. When we got to the house we went inside. The place looked just like we'd left it the day before. We went to the bed room and this time Mike began to undress without any ceremony. My hands shaking, I quickly followed suit. "So, you don't know about jerking off, right?" he said. I shook my head. "Alright," he said. As soon as I was naked he reached down and grabbed me by my erection. "Follow me." He led me, jokingly using my dick as a leash, into the bathroom. I laughed. "I'm gonna show you how to take care of yourself," he said, once we were inside. The wall behind the sink had a wide mirror. It seemed weird to see the two of us reflected there, both naked with hard-ons. Standing beside him, I felt like I could see myself naked, as others saw me, for the first time. There I was, this rather underdeveloped, scrawny twelve-year-old with no real muscles, and very little hair, but a very big dick for my body size. In fact, seeing myself naked in the mirror, standing beside Mike, who's dick was much smaller, I realized why others always made comments about the size of my cock. It really looked much bigger, on my boyish body, than it seemed when I looked down at it from above. I really was a little boy with a big dick. And there I was, this smooth young kid, standing next to this muscular, man, both of us naked, both of us with boners. Mike took the lotion he'd bought and squeezed it into his hand. "This is really good stuff. It's like store-bought pre-cum," he said as he rubbed his hands together. "Use it to get your dick all nice and slick, like this..." Mike moved so that he stood behind me. He stepped up close. I felt his naked body, and especially his stiff dick, press against my back and butt. Looking in the mirror, he reached around me, took hold of my cock and slathered lotion all up and down my throbbing erection. "Oohhh," I shivered and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Mike said. "Oh yeah," I answered, my voice trembling, I was so horny. Then Mike reached back and slathered some on his own cock. "You don't have to use lotion, but it helps make it feel better. More like it feels inside a woman," he said. 'Or a mouth,' I thought, but didn't say. After all I'd never had my dick in a woman. Watching the two of us in the mirror, Mike stood behind me and pressed his dick in between my thighs. In the mirror, you could see his dick poking out from between my legs, the head emerging directly under my ball sack. "Hmm," he made a small laugh looking at our reflection. "So this is what it'd look like if you had two dicks," he joked, and I laughed. He grabbed hold of my cock, leaned next to my ear and whispered, "I like this one better," as he began to stroke me. He rubbed my dick, his lotion soaked hand caressing my lotion soaked boy penis. He moved his hand up and down with a gentle, pumping motion. I started to shake and quiver, feeling suddenly weak in the knees. Wrapping an arm around my chest he pulled me back against his strong body. "Just relax," he told me. "Just relax and let it happen." As he pulled me back, his own dick, pointing straight up, slid into the crevice of my buns. It was slippery with lotion and as he stroked my cock, jerking me off, he rocked his hips and rubbed his own dick up and down in the cleft between my smooth, boyish butt cheeks. "Everybody thinks their dick is the only part that feels good in a sexual way, but you've got a lot of sensitive parts that feel good when you play with 'em. They're called erogenous zones, and if you stimulate them while you're jerking off, it can make it feel even better." I was so lost in his stroking my dick with his lotion covered hand I was barely following him. "Like a lot of guys are sensitive here," he said, and as he did he took the arm around my chest and gentle squeezed my nipples. A shiver went through me. I'd never played with my nipples, never even THOUGHT about playing with my nipples. Mike smiled. "You like that, don't you, son?" "Uhh-huhh." "Most guys do." He kept playing with my nipples and stroking my slippery cock. Watching the image of us in the mirror, me in the arms of a man stroking my cock, was such a turn on. It was like watching porn, only I was the star, feeling it. "You know another part that can feel really good?" he asked. I was too lost in pleasure to answer. "This," he said. Mike leaned in from behind me and began licking his tongue over my ear. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, "Sorry." I realized I had just sworn in front of an adult. He just laughed, "It's okay. You like that too, don't you, boy?" Mike teased. Well, yeah! All of this was new to me! He picked up a towel and wiped the lotion off the hand he was using on my chest. All the while he kept jacking my boyhood with his other hand with a gentle motion. "Another thing that feels good is if you use your mouth," he said, bringing his clean hand back to my face. "Either sucking on something, like this... " he said as he slipped a finger into my mouth and, to my surprise, I instantly began to suck on it. "That's a good boy," he said softly. "Yeah, you're gonna be good at this." I whimpered, unable to make any other sound and feeling turned on everything he did. I wasn't sure if I was being taught, or being trained. "And of course, there's always this..." He took hold of my chin, turned my head back toward him, and kissed me! It was not like any kiss I'd had before. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I melted. I would not have thought I'd have responded that way to being kissed by a guy, but I did. I just felt so much love for him. And so much lust. As he kissed me, several things suddenly happened at once. I had been feeling his dick slipping up and down between the cheeks of my naked bottom as he was grinding into me. Now I felt the head of his cock pushing against my boy hole, stimulating it with each gentle caress. His hand roamed my body as we kissed, going from my nipples to my balls and all over my front. I felt the pressure building in my thighs. I broke off the kiss. "I'm cumming..." I muttered as I felt the same sensation I'd felt the day before, only this time it was with him caressing my cock in his strong, slick, manly hand. "Yeah, that's good..." he whispered in my ear, gently licking at it, "Let it cum, son. Show me how you cum like a big boy." His words, his caresses of my nipples, his tongue in my mouth, his naked, hairy chest, pressed firmly against my bare back, and his man cock slipping along my crack and teasing my hole as his strong, masculine hand slipped smoothly up and down my boy dick.... all combined to push me over the edge. I fired in the way only a boy can! I shot a load so hard it splattered out and hit the mirror in front of us with one... two.... three.... solid salvos of boy sperm! After that each pulse fell a little shorter, splattering the sink and then floor with slightly less intense squirts of my pure boy-joy juice. Mike held my cock twitching in his hand as I orgasmed and when he watched me cum I heard him moan too, only his was a very deep, masculine moan. I felt a warm, sudden wetness in the crevice of my bottom and a squishing sound. He had cum as too, rubbing his slick dick between my butt cheeks and spilling his seed all up and down my crack. I passed out. I just dropped my head down and closed my eyes. When I came to, Mike was holding me up with his strong arms. As I raised my head I could see us in the mirror; me, naked boy, held in this man's arms. Mike, smiling, holding me with what I could only describe as a look of pride. Both of our reflections we covered by the splatters of my boy cum all over the mirror. "Wow," Mike said. "Well, we're definitely going to have to clean that up before we go!" ****************************** That's how it started. In the days, weeks, months and years that followed, I would have many sexual experiences with Mike. Over time I would come to understand that Mike's intentions were, perhaps, not quite as pure and innocent as I'd thought they were when we started. I had originally believed that it was all just for me, that he got no personal pleasure from our interactions and he was merely doing it for my education. Now I know that wasn't the case, and you know, I'm fine with that. It made me feel good to realize Mike was enjoying what we were doing together as much as I was. Our relationship continued for years, until Mike and his family eventually moved away and, to my knowledge, no one ever found out. We have seen one another occasionally in the years since then. The last time I saw him we were both men, me married with kids and in my early 40's, him divorced, in his late 60's, and when we got together and were alone again...we messed around. I asked him if he ever did anything with any other boys. He said no and I believe him. I don't think he was ever attracted to any other boys and, besides that, I don't think any other similar opportunities presented themselves to him. He said I was special; he had no idea why he got involved with me but somehow, he said, he knew I wanted it and that I'd be okay with it. He was right. Nothing was forced on me. I was a willing boy; he could tell that in the car that first day. Some people, on hearing this story, would say Mike just used me and took advantage of my situation. Of course he did. But I also used him, and took advantage of him in the same way, didn't I? In fact, when it really comes down to it, isn't that the same as any sincere, loving sexual relationship? It's always about two people who are getting pleasure from each other, by giving pleasure to each other. That is what I believe our relationship was like. I went into my adult sexual relations far better prepared, more mature, more experienced and, dare I say, a far better lover to my partners, most of whom were women, by the way.) I would never have been that way had I not had this great sexual teacher in my youth. Thank you, Mike. I'll always remember you fondly!