I would like to submit Jonathan's Lessons 1 as the beginning story of an older gent who has instructed Jonathan since he was a boy on how to fix things and became his mentor. ONLY when Jonathan comes home from college after the first semester do the instructions become sexual in nature.
Lessons 1 in sex.
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Johnathan by Jim Fields
It was simply wonderful, sucking on this young man's virginal dick. A sweet tasting rock hard cock like I had at one time, smaller in girth, but the head had a very nice flange to it. It was a young man's cock that hadn't fully matured yet into an age when a guy is as good as he's ever gonna get. Although this was all very nice indeed, just the thought and act of sucking on a nice stiff young cock was exciting, and deep down pleasurable. Only problem was keeping him from blowing his load to soon. I wanted to enjoy this first time as long as possible.
He is the next door neighbor. I had known him for several years when he moved in next door with his mom and step dad. He considered me his ?uncle? because I did things with him. In the beginning he helped mow my lawn, then as time went on he would come over while I was working in the garage and talk. I would instruct him on what ever I was working on, whether it be a car, or some other project or repair I had going on at the time. He did this because his step dad didn't have much to do with him, and he didn't seem to have any friends. Every boy needs a father, or a substitute father to help him through those confusing teen years. So I became his mentor. The old should help the young. It's our duty to humanity. There were no sexual thoughts on my mind during those times, even though he would ask questions about sex, and jacking off. The sexual thing came up just recently when he started college.
At the end of his first semester he came home from college. It didn't take long for him to come over to the garage where he knew I would be, and we picked up right where we had left off when he had left for college. Only this time I could sense an uneasiness about him. I didn't pry. He would eventually tell me what was on his mind. After about an hours worth of small talk, I could tell he had a growing need to spill his guts. Then he finally stammered it out.
Jim, can I ask you something, he said.
You really need to ask permission after all the conversations we've had over the years?
Well, it is a rather delicate subject.
So what did you stud, I inquired. Get some girl pregnant?
Oh NO! He blurted out. I haven't had sex with a girl yet. And why not?
Well it's complicated.
Dude, at your age everything is complicated. Then we both laughed. I could see some of the tension release from him, but I waited for him to say his peace. Jim, we've spent a lot of time over the years talking about all kinds of stuff, and about girls too, but we never talked about guys. I knew where this might be headed, but I waited. What do you mean about guys. I asked.
Well, is it ok for two guys to have fun with each other?
I'm gonna take a leap of faith here, I said, and guess that you're not talking about baseball, or anything like that. Right?
He nodded, then hung his head a bit. So you're talking about two guys having some sexual fun. He nodded again. It's perfectly natural at your age. Especially at your age when the hormones are running rampid, and getting a girl in bed can be a difficult, and painful process. And especially for a shy guy like you without a lot of money. So fess up buddy, and tell me what's on your mind.
Well, he stammered again, it's my room mate. He jacks off all the time, even when I'm studying, or whatever. He also walks around naked a lot too, and comes out of the shower naked too.
So, I asked, does his nudity bother you?
In a way, he said.
How's that, I prodded.
I get this stirring in my penis. Like it wants to get hard. And some times it does. Then I have to hide it. It gets embarrassing at times.
At this point I had all I could do to keep from laughing. So young. So inexperienced. And I wished I could be in his shoes. To go through all that fun of discovery. The passion. Let me ask you this. Do you get similar reactions looking at girls?
Somewhat, he answered, but I don't get to see them naked. I would probably cum in my pants in a second if I did. We both chuckled at that one.
Okay, I said. So what goes through your mind when your room mate is naked or jacking?
He was silent for a long moment before he answered. Like I want to have some sort of sex with him.
Like if we could jack off together, or if I could touch his,,,, ya know,,,
Dick, I said?
Yeah,,, dick, he mumbled.
Like I said, it's perfectly natural, and it doesn't mean you're gay. Especially if your dick tingles looking at girls. So do you think he would go for such a thing? I asked.
I don't know for sure, but I did catch him one time looking at gay porn. I didn't get to see much, but what little I did see stirred my dick.
Well of course it did, I added. Jim?
Yes I said.
You have taught me a lot over the years, and we've had many talks about things I was going through.
True enough, I added.
And you must know that I respect and trust you very much. I was about to gesture and add to his statement, but he held his hand up then said, please let me finish, and I relinquished to his wish. Well,,, there's a big favor I need to ask of you, and it's kind of hard to ask you to do this.
At this point I did interject and asked him if he needed money.
He said no, but he might later on. Please Jim, let me finish, it's hard enough to ask you this. Jim, would you teach me sex? I mean how to do things? I noticed how he had relaxed a bit after telling me this, but he was still apprehensive waiting for my answer. I was a bit speechless over his request that had caught me totally off guard. I've known this kid for years and could usually tell what was on his mind, but not this time.
I pissed you off, didn't I, he said after my lengthy pause.
No, that's not it. You just caught me off guard is all. First off, I must say that for a shy kid like yourself to come out with something like this takes a lot of balls. And I'm proud of you for it. But if you want to get into this, why don't you ask your room mate to help you?
Because I want you to. He answered. You know so much, and I don't want to look bad at it when I do finally do it with someone. I want you to not only show me about guy fun, but I want you to tell me how to do things with a girl so I can impress her, and not stumble all over myself embarrassing both of us. You've really thought this thing out. I added. After a short pause I continued. That's a pretty tall order son.
I know it's a lot to ask, he said, and I don't want a crash course. It will take some time to go through all of that, I replied. You know, part of the fun in sex is discovering things on your own, especially at your age.
Does that mean you won't help me? He asked. Let's not rush into this. I said. I can tell you how to do things with a girl, but just what is it you want me to do about the guy sex thing?
I want to touch your dick to see what it's like. Then you can do or teach me how to do guy stuff, like sucking dick. Or whatever. He said.
I had been getting a tingle myself as he was explaining all of this, but my brain was saying no, this wouldn't be right.
Johnathan, that got his attention as I only called him that during a serious time. He looked like he was about to say something, but I held my hand up to stop him. Johnathan, I said again. I don't feel right about the guy part thing. I mean, There is a good twenty years between us, and besides that, I sure your mother wouldn't approve.
Just what the heck does she have to do with it? She doesn't care. She's glad as hell to get me out of the house, and now that I'm 19 I can do what I want.
At this point he stood up from the couch, turned to stand in front of me and dropped his pants. His boner came springing out when set free, and all I could do is stare. He then put a fist around his throbbing manhood and started jacking. Now I had growing stiffie, and it's brain was quickly taking over common sense in the big brain.
Are you gonna help me or what? He said as he continued to stroke his erection.
I moved my butt to the end of the couch, and he automatically came close to me. His pulsating red head was just an inch or so from my mouth. In one quick move I grabbed his ass cheeks and buried his pubes in my face. I felt his knees buckle a bit, so I raised my hands off his nice round ass, and moved them up his back to support him. He then caught himself as I started stroking his young cock with my mouth.
It was simply wonderful, sucking on this young man's virginal dick. A sweet tasting rock hard cock like I had at one time, smaller in girth, but the head had a very nice flange to it. It was a young man's cock that hadn't fully matured to the age when a guy is as good as he's ever gonna get. Although this was all very nice indeed, just the thought and act of sucking on a nice stiff young cock was exciting, and deep down pleasurable. Only problem was keeping him from blowing his load to soon. I wanted to enjoy this first time as long as possible.
That thought had no sooner run through my head when he blew, and blew, and blew again. Wonderful sweet tasting cum that I couldn't contain. I choked several times trying to swallow it all, but some still ran out of my mouth.
He had grabbed my head earlier to steady himself, and now he was loosing his grip. He was gonna collapse if I didn't do something quick. I backed off his cock, that was still dripping a bit, and swung him over next to me on the couch.
He laid his head back with his eyes closed and a shit eat'n grin on his face as he recovered. I could see that his cock hadn't gone totally limp, and I thought, oh to be young again.
I followed suit. Kicking back in the satisfied after glow with a bigger smile than he had on his face. I had drifted off to a nap when he recovered.
I could hear him mumble next to me, fuck, over and over. Hey Jim.
I quickly came back to life and answered, yeah.
I feel real good right now. I have jacked some but have never felt this drained before.
Gee, I wonder why that is stud. I said. You kept shooting, and shooting. I couldn't swallow it all.
Use a kleenx. He said. You didn't get it all. Then we laughed so hard my gut ached.
When the laughter had subsided, I told him, Hey sparky, why don't you pull your pants up and get both of us a beer.
You mean I can have a beer too? He asked.
Yeah, why not. I said. You need to celebrate your first step into the wonderful world of sex, and I need to get the taste out of my mouth. We laughed again. But instead of pulling his pants up, he stepped out of them. He strode to the kitchen with a naked bottom. Cute little butt I thought, and a little tingle made my cock twitch. I slapped it mentally, telling myself that it was off limits.
He walked towards me with a beer in each hand, and his half erection swinging back and forth. It looks like your dick is still half hard I said.
Yeah, he said, it does that some times after I jack off. To tell you the truth, I don't think it's done having fun yet he said as he handed me a beer and sat down next to me, hip to hip. We raised our beers in a salute and he said, here's to guy fun, to which I countered, and here's to friends. We both took a swallow, but I swished mine around in my mouth.
He chuckled. Trying to wash the taste out?
That's when I lost it and spit my beer out in a spray halfway across the room. Then he laughed so hard he doubled up. After I recovered, I began laughing too.
When we both settled back down to normal he began to talk. Jim, he said, that was fun, but I don't think I'm done just yet.
I would agree with you by the looks of your cock.
I certainly hope you enjoyed reading this. If you think my writing is good enough, and you want me to continue, or if you have any comments you can email me: jimneedsfor1@yahoo.com
This is my first submission of a porn story that started with a dream. I don't write with a prefixed outline. Most of it comes off the top of my head as I type. However, during the course of my day, things come mind that I edit later.