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Jack Off Lessons
By Peter Handler (peter_handler@hotmail.com)
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This is a story about brothers coming of age with a
little help from their aunt and uncle. (MF/mm-teens,
ped, exh, mast, 1st)
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My brother Jack and I were around thirteen when we
spent the summer at the country home of our Aunt Millie
and Uncle Roy. Our parents were hard-working, no-
nonsense people who had neither the time, money nor
inclination for fun things, but Millie and Roy were
just the opposite. They had money and they liked to
spend it on good times.
Aunt Millie was a shapely woman who drew admiring
glances wherever she went. I had a difficult time
hiding my hard-ons when she was around. One whiff of
her perfume or a glance down her cleavage was all it
took to give me a raging boner. Roy was also good-
looking. Everyone said they were the perfect couple. We
were always going someplace, to the movies, the zoo,
the park, or a ball game. My brother and I had the time
of our lives.
We had gone through puberty but hadn't yet learned how
to masturbate. The result was that we shot off in our
dreams leaving nasty cum-stains on Aunt Millie's
sheets. We did our best to clean up the messes, but if
you have ever tried to clean up after a wet dream, you
know that it is just about impossible. Naturally, Aunt
Millie noticed the stains when she did the laundry.
One day when Roy took us fishing, he brought up the
subject of masturbation.
"Millie tells me you boys are messing your sheets," he
said, very casually. "I'm sorry, Uncle Roy, I just
can't help it," we both blurted. "Oh, I know you can't
help it," he said. "It's natural to have wet dreams.
But there's a better way that doesn't make a mess and
is a lot more fun. It's called masturbation."
"If you play with your dick just right, you can make
that stuff shoot out into the toilet or the sink or
wherever you want to put it," he continued. "Don't you
boys know how to do it?" Blushing furiously, we shook
our heads no. "Well, I will just have to teach you,
then. But your Aunt Millie has to be there just to make
sure that there is no hanky-panky." I didn't know what
he meant by that but was heartened to hear that
beautiful Aunt Millie would somehow be involved.
At the dinner table that night, Roy said to Millie,
"I'm going to teach them tonight." They had apparently
discussed it ahead of time. "Good," Millie answered.
"You boys are in for some fun," she said with a wink.
Later that evening, Aunt Millie called to us in our
room and said that they were ready to start. The first
thing I noticed when I entered the livingroom was that
the draperies had been tightly drawn. I had never seen
them closed before.
Uncle Roy had us sit on the couch then he stood in
front of us and began to undress. Aunt Millie sat to
the side, watching with a smile on her face. Roy pulled
off his Jockey shorts to reveal a huge cock and a
matching set of furry balls. His cock was half-hard,
but as he slapped it around and pulled on it, it
stiffened until it was as hard as a club. It got so
hard that it curved upward to point at the ceiling.
Everything seems big when you are little, so maybe
Roy's cock isn't as big as I remember it. It certainly
impressed me at the time, though.
Roy demonstrated the basics of masturbating, showed us
his favorite strokes, and explained how to enhance the
pleasure with lubricant. "My favorite is Vaseline," he
said, as he scooped a big gob out of a jar and rubbed
it on his dick. "It isn't as slick as hand lotion but
it doesn't dry out as fast." I figured they would send
us to our room to practice what we had learned, so was
shocked speechless when Millie said, "Okay, boys, get
those duds off and get started."
Our faces were the color of ripe tomatoes as we
reluctantly removed our clothes. I didn't want Millie
to see my little dick. Her husband's was twice the size
of mine, maybe more. If only it had been hard it
wouldn't have been so bad, but sheer anxiety had
prevented any arousal. Jack was in the same state. Roy
handed us the Vaseline and told us to follow his
example. We tried to copy his techniques, but our cocks
just weren't hard enough.
"Try playing with each other," Millie said. "That might
work. And don't worry - it's perfectly natural for boys
to experiment with other boys and no one will ever
know." I reached over and began toying with Jack's
little dick. He slumped back on the couch and closed
his eyes. I could tell he loved it. His cock started to
stiffen on the first touch, and within a few minutes
was hard as a pickle. "Attaboy!" Millie said. "Now,
Jack, it's your turn."
When Jack reached for my cock everyone laughed to see
that it was already hard. Playing with Jack's cock had
been enough to get me aroused. "Tease it a little for
good measure," Millie said. Jack's hand stroking my
cock felt wonderful. The whole scene was really turning
me on. Having beautiful Millie there watching and
encouraging us was almost too much to bear. "Okay, do
it to yourselves, now," she said.
Jack and I were then able to duplicate most of Roy's
techniques. He showed us some that were more suited to
the size of our cocks, like using the fingertips
instead of the fist. "I think it's time for the last
lesson, don't you?" Roy said to Millie. "Yes, I think
so. Go ahead, dear." Roy motioned us to our feet and
stretched out on the couch. "If you boys think it feels
good to come in your sleep, just wait until you see how
good it feels when you are awake," he said.
Roy began to pump his big cock with his fist. After a
minute or two, he said, "Here it comes, watch closely."
His jism spewed out in thick spurts all over his hairy
chest and belly. Millie applauded the display of her
husband's virility. The spurts finally stopped and Roy
went limp. "Damn, that was a good one," he boasted.
"Yes, it was, dear," Millie said. She gave us a few
minutes to examine the mess all over Roy's torso, then
carefully dried him with a towel.
Roy changed seats and told us to go back to our places
on the couch. "Okay, boys, it's your turn," Millie
said. "We have to make sure you know how to pleasure
yourselves." Jack and I started beating off. All the
time I was at it, I visualized myself doing nasty
things to Millie, things like putting my little dick in
her mouth or between her big tits. I had no idea what a
pussy looked like, so couldn't really visualize fucking
her.
Jack and I went off practically together, and Roy had
been right - it felt wonderful! Roy's ejaculation had
consisted of many watery spurts, but our dicks spit out
only a few creamy gobs of cum. Roy explained that as we
got older, our ejaculations would become more like his.
"Good night, boys," Millie said, kissing us each on the
forehead. "I hope you enjoy your new toys every day."
Up in our room, Jack and I listened through the thin
bedroom wall as Roy fucked the daylights out of Millie.
Before long, Jack and I had crossed arms and were
jacking each other off. Roy and Millie went at it for a
long time. In between the fucking, which was obvious by
the creaking springs, there were long pauses filled
with wet sounds and soft moans.
We were very naïve, but we knew enough to know they
were going down on each other.
"They looked so cute jerking on their little peters,"
Millie said. "Yeah, and I bet they were thinking about
fucking you while they were at it," Roy replied. Jack
began jerking hard on my cock, then I felt his cock
spasm as it went off. A few seconds later I blew my
wad.
After that, we were free to jerk off, or jerk each
other off, whenever we felt like it. We didn't have to
worry about getting caught. In fact, I found it
thrilling to get caught, especially by Millie. When she
walked into our room thinking it was empty and caught
me wanking on my bed, she just laughed and said, "Don't
worry, honey, you can't wear it out."
One day Roy, Jack and I were in an isolated spot
fishing. We weren't getting many bites and were
somewhat bored. Roy livened things up when he said he
would teach us something. He pulled his big cock out
and starting jacking it. In short order, his watery
spunk splashed onto the still water. We laughed as
small fish gobbled up the spunk as it floated on the
water. "Go ahead, you two," Roy said. Jack and I pulled
out our dicks and soon sent our loads onto the water.
The little fish went into a feeding frenzy over our
spunk. A short time later, we began hauling in fish.
Apparently, the little fish gobbling up our cum
attracted the larger fish. That night as we enjoyed a
fine fish dinner, Roy told Millie exactly how we had
caught the fish. She got a good laugh out of it.
Toward the end of the summer, Roy and Millie said they
were going to teach us the facts of life. "If I know
your Mom and Dad, you won't learn anything from them,"
Millie said scornfully. That night, Roy led us to the
master bedroom, where Millie lay sprawled on the bed
without a stitch on. Jack and I stared wide-eyed at the
most beautiful creature we had ever seen. "I'm going to
teach you about sex the same way I taught you how to
jack off - by showing you," Roy said.
He stripped down and went to the bed to tenderly fondle
his beautiful wife. "If you boys want to strip and play
with yourselves while you watch, it's okay with us,"
Millie said. "In fact, I think it would be for the
best." We were bare-assed in seconds. Roy started off
by giving us an anatomy lesson. He pointed out the
parts of Millie's pussy and told us what they were
called, both in medical terminology and in slang.
After we had learned all about Millie's pussy, Roy
showed us several ways to prepare a woman for a
fucking. He used his fingers first to masturbate her,
and then he went down on her. How I envied him! She was
soon breathing heavily. Then Roy lay back and said to
her, "Your turn." Seeing Millie with that thick cock in
her mouth was the most thrilling thing that had
happened to me in my young life. "This is how the woman
gets the man ready," Roy said. "If he comes in her
mouth it's called a blow job."
Roy mounted Millie and fucked her, keeping his legs
apart so we could see how his cock went into her.
"There are a lot of different ways to fuck," he said,
as he pulled her up onto all fours and fucked her
doggy-style. After demonstrating half a dozen
positions, Roy said, "Watch carefully now, she's
starting to come." Millie's beautiful face was
contorted with lust. She tossed her head from side-to-
side, then buried her face in a pillow and screamed
into it. "Don't worry, boys, it may sound like she's
hurting but it's just the opposite," Roy said as he
pumped her hard.
Jack and I were next to the bed, sometimes changing
positions to get a better view, and constantly frigging
our cocks. They ended up with Millie on her back, her
ankles clamped in Roy's hands. He was squatting with
his thighs on either side of her ass, pistoning his
cock in and out of her. Sweat broke out on his forehead
and his chest began to heave. "Boys, I'm going to
finish now," he said. "If you want to try to come, too,
go right ahead."
Jack and I began pumping our dicks hard. Millie had her
eyes wide open, watching what we were doing. Roy
suddenly pulled his dick out and began to jerk it. His
load spewed all over his wife's beautiful body, soiling
her tits and belly. Some even shot all the way to her
face. That was too much for me and I shot my load onto
the sheets. Jack went off, too.
"You boys were good students," Aunt Millie said. She
and her satiated husband laid back and sighed with
contentment. When I looked down and saw my load soaking
into the sheets, I remembered how it had all started.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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