He sat on the carpet over in the corner with his knees drawn up. Dan's eyes were riveted to the boy's crotch, probably because the white shorts he was wearing looked like they belonged to his little brother, if he had one, did it matter? His muscular legs were covered with a silky down of light brown hair, a trace of his manhood.

He couldn't be more than fifteen, although they had just met today and Dan didn't have the details. The kid looked younger than the others but in the present company he was treated as a peer. Ah, yes, they were all talking about cars and the boy doesn't drive, he's fifteen.

Dan had been at the beach for five days with his sick nephew, Barry. The trip had been planned for weeks but on the day of departure the boy said he had a cold, it looked worse than that. Barry's temperature was just over a hundred. Read that as three days in bed, so they might as well be at the beach. Dan put him to bed the minute they got to the beach house.

Dan walked to the store, reveling in the salt air and hoping he didn't catch Barry's virus. He figured it was the flu and bought lots of juice, soup and sore throat medicine, it might be a long week.

Barry slept for fourteen hours straight. Dan walked the beach, sat in the sun and generally enjoyed the solitude. The crash of waves and calls of the seabirds reminded him of better times. It was probably his positive mental state that kept him from getting sick.

After the first day Barry ate some soup and drank everything put in front of him. They watched cable television, played cards and Dan even got the boy to sit in the sun for a while. Barry was slowly fighting it off; maybe he could still have some fun on the beach.

By the fourth day Barry wanted to go out and so they threw open the windows to air the place out and sprayed disinfectant around the rooms. Dan drove down the main drag and gawked at all the tourists, one of his favorite pastimes. He was born on this coast; salt water was in his blood.

As it happened, Barry saw someone he knew from school who asked if he knew that so-and-so was also down here, etc. Mike and Tom, with Carl driving his new VW followed them back to the house and Dan sprang for pizza. He noticed that Barry seemed cured of his illness and the familiar company seemed to help.

Barry was a freshman in high school and so was Mike. The other two, Tom and Carl were a year ahead. Major topic of discussion was girls, with cars and movies thrown in for balance. On its face the conversation was inane but peer relationships were formed from banter like this. It was nostalgic and made Dan glad he was an adult.

Barry knew about Dan and his love of boys, but he knew his uncle wouldn't play in this field because his friends were off limits. It gave them both confidence and fortified the familial ties. Dan often laughed and thought it was dear that Barry brought friends over just to tease...the brat.

But Barry tired after six hours with his chums and Dan sent them packing with the promise of a barbecue if they returned the following afternoon. The poor kid was worn out but dirty. He hadn't bathed in two days and so Dan led him into the bathroom and filled the tub.

He undressed the boy and put him in the tub, soaping him up from head to toe. Barry had always felt safe and this acceptance of goodwill had defeated his sense of modesty long ago. Dan had watched the boy's balls drop and his pubes grow.

They had always been open about sex. Dan knew Barry was still a virgin and supported his efforts to remain that way, at least for a while longer. There had been some moments of tension between them but it had always been over parenting issues.

On their fall camping trip last year Barry got weird one night and dropped his pants. It freaked Dan out but the boy masturbated himself and it was only showing off 'that new thing' his cock could do. When Barry ejaculated Dan felt honored to be the first one in his life to know, and the moment passed.

Now the sight of his beautiful body was exciting, the little boy was growing up. Dan rinsed him off and wrapped Barry in a towel. The boy was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. There was nothing more to do than walk on the beach and masturbate on the sand. Sometimes Barry inspired fantasies, and why not, he was everything Dan desired but could not have.

Barry was up with the sun and they went for a swim before breakfast. By noon the friends had arrived and they were the ones who brought the tiny white shorts...his name was Steve. He was quiet or maybe the others were overly familiar with Barry and he felt like an outsider. Dan's first impression was of mousey brown hair, green eyes and a pleasant smile.

Dan went about preparing to cook, marinating the chicken and shucking the corn. He was intent on mixing the cake batter and didn't notice the boy who had walked in the kitchen behind him.

"Can I help?" an unfamiliar voice said. Dan turned to find Steve standing in the doorway. Behind him the stereo was playing and the other boys talking and laughing. It sounded like they were having fun, so why was the boy here?

Dan's eyes traveled the boy's torso and came to rest on the bulge at his crotch.

"You know it's about time you gave those shorts back to your little brother," Dan said. "They have laws about showing off as much as you do." He laughed to let Steve know he was joking.

"They are kind of tight," Steve said, lifting his shirt to pull at the waistband.

Damn, the kid is teasing. "You can take the bread out of the oven," Dan offered, "Mitts are in the drawer on the right."

He beat the batter harder now, eyes on Steve's ass as the boy bent over to retrieve the bread. A sweet sight for sure, Dan thought, doesn't he know I'm looking? He poured the batter in the pans and Steve placed them on the oven rack. He moved well, athletic training Dan was sure.

"You play sports at school?" Dan asked.

"I used to play tennis, but I quit." He shrugged as if to say it was no big deal.

"So how do you stay in shape, chasing girls?"

"Sometimes, but I haven't scored yet." He thought about that for a moment and then smiled. "Uh, don't mention that to the guys, ok?"

"Your secret is safe with me. Besides by the time I could tell anyone it probably won't be true anymore."

They carried the food out to the grill and sat back to watch it cook. Steve looked perfectly comfortable sitting there instead of hanging with the guys.

"How come you're not in there with them?" Dan asked.

"I don't know them all that well. Carl is a friend of my brother and this is the first time I've ever hung out with him. Besides, they're talking about music I hate, sex stuff I don't understand and ..."

"And?"

"Um, not supposed to talk about it with ..."

"Me or just adults in general?" Dan asked.

"Yeah, both, I guess."

"Drugs or alcohol?"

"Oh ... you know?"

"Carl has rolling papers on the floor of his car and Mike always seems to look stoned. I'm sure Barry has tried smoking pot but I don't think he cares for it. And you?"

"I've tried it, didn't you?"

"Honestly, yes. But I think the chicken needs to be turned."

Dan was not planning to discuss drug use with someone else's kid. His bad habits were not to be held up for public scrutiny and not by a fifteen year old. He checked the chicken and went back to the kitchen to finish the food.

Steve didn't mind talking about a wide range of things, this was good. But Dan judged him to be a bit more innocent than his age dictated. There was also an undercurrent of urgency to his comments, the boy felt left out. He went back outside and watched Steve turning the chicken with the tongs, good boy.

"You do that like a pro," Dan commented.

"I've cooked for some of the school events."

"At Barnsley?" Dan asked, naming the local high school.

"No, I went to Bridgemont Academy until this year."

Ah, a private school kid. That explained why he didn't fit in with the others, they had been separated socially. Now he was one of them now but without the background, a new student.

"Don't feel bad, I went to private school too. Your social skills are probably a little rusty."

"I can't even talk to the girls at Barnsley."

"So learn the language, make a study of it. Become mysterious and romantic. Dare to be different, they'll love it." Dan laughed.

"Romantic, me?"

"There are ways you can learn, maybe I know somebody who'll teach you." All right, where was he taking this? He didn't know any women who'd take the boy's virginity ... but let's play this out.

"I'd plow Mike's mom if she'd let me, but that's a joke."

"Hmm, let's see, what do I think is your type? Small slender body, big dark brown cow eyes." Dan could keep going but it wasn't necessary, Steve had already achieved the erection he wanted to see. Oh my, what a big little man.

"College girls have great asses." Steve was almost effervescent, his hands covering every inch of his bulging shorts. Dan glanced down at Steve's lap; they both knew what he was looking at.

"You really need it bad, don't you?"

"I'd give my savings to get laid," Steve said.

"Let's not get drastic, save your money. I might just have a solution to your problem." What a noble creature, bad boy Dan.

Dinner was ready and Dan assembled the boys. Steve seemed emboldened by their discussion even though the details remained unspoken. Dan was thinking fast as he could, but the boy's smile kept distracting him.

The crowd left shortly thereafter and Steve went home with Dan's phone number. He had been asked to call the following Saturday and to keep those white shorts clean, he might need to wear them. Dan and Barry returned to the suburbs where the boy told his mom what a wonderful time he had. Marge, Dan's sister, was pleased. She knew Barry had been sick most of the time and understood the burden.

It was three days before Steve was supposed to call, what the hell was he going to do? But Steve called at eight o'clock that night and caught Dan napping on the couch.

"Dan ... this is Steve ... am I bothering you?"

"No problem ... what's up?"

"About Saturday ... what were you thinking?"

"I hate to see you in such pain; we should get together and talk. I have some ideas about conquering your problem.

"Aw man, you're a true friend."

"Don't say that until after we talk, OK? I'll pick you up on Saturday ... "

They went on to discuss the meeting place. For some reason Steve was worried his friends might see them together so they picked a quiet place to meet.

Dan spent the next two days wondering what he was going to tell the boy. Would Steve settle for a thirty something guy giving him lessons? Dan was willing to take that boy's cock up his ass if the kid agreed to keep his mouth shut...now who was desperate?

Saturday morning came and Steve met him behind the mall and quickly got in the car. He was wearing those same little shorts and a half T-shirt which exposed that luscious tummy. God, does the boy know what he's doing to me?

Dan focused on driving, until they got back to the condo and Steve followed him inside. They went through to the kitchen and picked up some soda before settling down in the living room. Steve stared at the painting above the fireplace.

OK, not too many guys have a fully nude male on their wall. But it was tasteful, nothing sexual unless you fancied porn stars.

"Can I ask you a few questions, Steve?"

"Yeah, sure. What can I tell you?"

"When did you begin to masturbate, and when and where was the first ejaculation? Am I getting too personal?" Of course he was but Steve would have to answer.

"Uh ... I was ten, no, nine when I started jerking it. I didn't make cum until I was twelve, the Fourth of July picnic at my uncle's house. My cousin Jenny lost her bathing suit top in the pool when I untied the strings. I went to the bathroom and jerked off after seeing her tits. It felt different and then I came all over my hand. I remember thinking how cool it was, the fucking thing finally worked."

"Very well described, you have a way with words," Dan said.

Steve grinned. "Everything being fair, what about you?"

"Me ... um, well I started out much the same as you. I discovered masturbation after listening to a couple of my friends describe what it felt like. I went home after school and tried it. Sixth grade was all about finding time to sneak off and jerk myself."

"Did you ever get with a girl?"

"Did I ever? No ... no I didn't. Hmm, what are you thinking?"

Steve smiled. "I know you're gay, Dan. Barry sorta let that slip out a while back and told Mike who told me."

"OK, yeah, I'm gay. I don't want you to feel threatened by that ... you don't seem to be. You came here anyway knowing I was gay."

"Yes, you still know more about sex than I do."

"Good point. Sex isn't about who you're with, it's about the feelings you get. The male body is a wonderful player in the sex game; you just need to learn the rules."

"So what were you planning to tell me today? Were you planning a seduction?" Steve asked.

"Honestly, I just wanted you to talk it all out. Then maybe you'll feel more comfortable around girls. That is providing you do like girls?" Dan said.

"Uh, yeah ... if I ever get the chance."

"Then what's the big issue? I know you have the right equipment and the good looks to attract girls ... do they frighten you?"

"They look right through me like I don't exist."

"Oh? You need to explain that a little better. Is there something you feel you're doing wrong?" Dan asked.

"At school all the fifteen year old girls want to date seniors. I like several of them but they have college boyfriends. I don't stand a chance. Why are they all after these older guys?"

"I imagine a fifteen year old girl finds an older guy more attractive for a lot of reasons. If the guy is over eighteen it must take on a forbidden atmosphere, and that brings an element of danger to the relationship. Older guys have money if they work ... fancier cars ... even bigger cocks I imagine."

"Yeah, that's all true. But it's only a three or four year age difference, how can it mean so much to them?" Steve asked.

"Four years is a huge gap in age. Could you see yourself dating an eleven year old girl?"

"Oh, hell no."

"But if you paid attention to a girl that young I bet she would be flattered, much like the fifteen year old ones love the attention from an older guy. The laws forbid it but chemistry makes it work. Girls are no different in that respect. Their bodies release certain chemicals that encourage the sex drive just like guys ... you're a perfect example of that."

Steve sighed. "My cock is as big as any of those college boys, I could satisfy a girl."

"Then your cock isn't the issue, you are," Dan said. "Look, I lied ... I did have sex with a few girls when I was your age and it was a disaster."

Steve laughed. "Well if you're gay then I imagine so ... what went wrong?"

"Timing, and of course my general lack of interest in the act with them. But I did it because I wanted to know the truth about myself, and I got an answer."

Steve smiled. "I'm surprised it even worked. I didn't think a girl would even turn you on."

"Yeah, well when someone sucks your cock it has a way of responding no matter whose lips are doing the work. Then it was just a matter of inserting the thing in her and wow, there it was ... "

"So you actually put it in her and made cum?"

"Yeah, I did. That was where the timing part came in, it was over too fast."

"It must have been hot," Steve said.

"Are you listening to me? I wasn't into it; my erection was all a physical reaction to stimulation. You're going to have the same problem, and that's probably where the older guys have you beat hands down."

"I don't get it?" Steve said.

"Hmm, OK an example for you. You masturbate, but what do you think about? If you were watching a horror movie and jerking off how long would it take you to cum? Sure, if it was a hot porn film you'd be over the top in a few minutes. Orgasm is all a state of mind."

"Oh ... yeah I see what you mean. So a bit of mind control might slow me down ... how do I do that?"

"Fuck if I know ... you're close but not quite there," Dan said. "I don't imagine that if you were in the arms of a beautiful girl that thinking about dog shit in your mouth would make one bit of difference. You can't deny the reality of a situation; the signals are just too strong."

"So no mind control, that sucks. What's the answer?" Steve asked.

"You learn to control your body. Get in touch with your feelings on a physical level and overcome the mental urges."

"Does that work?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Sure does. I have this beautiful boy sitting on my couch and I don't feel the urge to jump him even though I'm gay. "

Steve laughed. "Why do you think I'm beautiful?"

"I'm speaking about the physical now; I don't know your mind very well except to say that you do have a good one. Most attractions start off being physical. And you sit there in those tiny little shorts with damn near no clothes on. What should I feel? I might even think you want to seduce me ... do you?"

Steve blushed and shook his head. "No ... sorry, Dan ... "

"For God's sake don't be sorry, I'm enjoying the view too much."

"How does this body control work? Is that the answer?"

"A lot of it. You can learn to act older, more sophisticated. Most boys your age don't treat girls like they want to be treated. Politeness counts. Being rude makes a boy seem childish and at your age rude is almost mandatory. Go date a girl, have a pizza and then belch ... boys do that, it's gross behavior."

"So manners count, I can do that. But I won't lose my virginity by being polite. I'm screwed aren't I?" Steve asked.

"No. Most of life is about being prepared for the things you want to do. If you had sex tomorrow would you be any good at it?"

"Probably not according to you. I guess it would be over too fast to make a difference."

Dan smiled. "OK, here's where I can help. Rule number one, sex isn't about you ... it's about your partner. The objective is to please her first and somewhere along the way you'll have a fucking blast yourself."

"Not if I grunt three times and cum. How do I slow it down?"

"Practice. How many times in a row can you have an orgasm?" Dan asked.

"Uh ... I dunno. I suppose for this to work I have to be honest."

Steve was blushing again, an endearing quality. "Yes ... what we share goes no further," Dan said. "Think of it scientifically, can you create multiple orgasms when you masturbate?"

"I have ... I can get off twice in a row if I'm really horny."

"How many times in a day?"

"Uh, I've done it four or five, I guess."

"Good, keep being honest, this will be easier. You stroke with one hand, what is the other one doing?"

"Uh, I like to pull on my balls a little, maybe pinch my nipples." He was almost squirming, his cock was pressing against the shorts and stiff as could be.

"You have an erection now, is it because of all the sex talk?"

Steve looked nervous and swallowed. "Yeah."

"Then I want you to relive that stress ... I want you to masturbate for me," Dan said.

"I ... I can't do that ... it's too gay. I'm not gay."

"You've never masturbated with someone before? Not even a friend?"

Steve shook his head. "No ... that would be weird."

"I want to see how you do it," Dan said. "I want to evaluate your reactions, see what turns you on. Being in touch with your body is where the physical control starts, Steve. I would never touch you without asking first."

"You want to watch ... is that all?"

"This time, yes ... I'll watch. I might have a need to touch you, just to show you something, but I will always ask first so I don't freak you out. Can you handle that?"

"I never ... well, it's kinda weird. You think this will make a difference?"

"Yes ... yes I do. Your body is a complete unknown to me. I need to see it in action so we can come up with a solution."

"Where then ... here?" Steve asked.

"Would you feel more comfortable lying down?"

"In your bed ... I don't know?"

"I'll sit in a chair beside you and ask questions ... that's all."

"Uh ... OK. Look, I'm really horny after all that talk ... I may not last long."

"I don't expect you to the first time ... the second will be better," Dan said.

Steve grinned and stood up. His shorts were about to bust from the huge bulge beneath the fabric. Dan led him down the hall to the bedroom and the boy gaped at the king sized bed and the mirrored ceiling.

"Quite a playground you have here. Oh, I can watch myself like this, cool."

"I got a little carried away when I was decorating," Dan laughed. "You can strip off and lay your clothes on the cabinet. Do you masturbate dry or do you use lubricant?"

"Lubricant? I never did it with anything except my hand."

"We'll cover that later then. Ever worn a condom?"

"Nope ... what for?"

"The experience. I'll add that to the list."

Steve looked at him and lifted the T-shirt over his head. He pushed off his shoes and bent down to remove his socks. Dan liked a boy that got bare ass naked, and Steve didn't seem to mind. Then it was the shorts and whatever briefs he had on. There was no way he hid a pair of boxers under those shorts. He unbuttoned the waist and slid them down. Surprise, no underwear at all.

Dan was presented with a long smooth cock hanging down over a most generous ball sac. Steve was no longer fully erect, but he had a nice cubby one still engorged and poised to get stiff. His cock was circumcised and the doc had done a nice job of it, leaving a proper amount of skin for growth. There was a cocoa colored band around the girth which set off the flare of the head quite nicely.

"Do you think I'm big enough?" Steve asked.

"Have you measured it while it was stiff?" Dan asked.

"Almost seven inches," Steve replied.

"You still have time to grow. Does that make you happy?"

He grinned. "You bet ... uh, what should I do?"

"Before you lay down, let me check out the equipment ... OK?"

Steve's body rippled with muscle, not hard but sinewy, lithe and graceful. Dan had the boy lift his cock and balls so he could look under them to see how clean everything was. Steve turned right around on request and bent over. The puckered pink hole was simply more beautiful than the roses Dan had in the garden. It was a flower of exquisite moist skin that seemed to blossom with each breath.

"Ok, you pass," Dan said. "You may lay down now."

Steve crawled on the bed, allowing another look at his delicious butt. Dan pulled a chair over beside the bed and sat rather quickly. He had known his body would react to the view; it just wouldn't do for the boy to know about that yet. Dan started talking to cover the embarrassment.

"What do you know about the female anatomy?" Dan asked.

"Built differently than us because they give birth. Bone structure allows their hips to cradle the baby."

"Thank you, Dr. Steve, I didn't mean the scientific explanation. Have you ever touched a girl between her legs?"

"I made out with a girl once but she wouldn't let me get anywhere I wanted to go."

"You simply lacked the charm," Dan said. "It takes charm to disarm, they always say. You should always touch a girl gently. Put your hand on her shoulder, rub her back softly. If she responds then you can slide down to her waist where your hands will be free to move around front and come up on the breasts from below."

Steve was going back to blush mode and Dan quickly saw why. The boy's cock was standing straight up ... and what a lovely sight indeed.

"Your cock is very much like an external vagina in feeling," Dan said. He reached over towards it and stopped just short of contact. "May I?"

Steve nodded his approval. Dan figured he was so turned on by the string of events leading to the bedroom that he didn't care anymore. Steve was in full on horny mode.

Dan gently grasped the shaft and squeezed a drop of pre-cum to the tip.

"If you gently rub the clitoris, even with her pants on, a girl will start to release hormones into her bloodstream. Your mind demanded that your cock get hard when it began to feel turned on by my words. I'm sorry, is this uncomfortable?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah ... a bit weird." A guy was holding his cock.

"Sorry," Dan said, "its necessary. If you rub the tip of your cock with a finger it stimulates the nerve endings." He began to do just that and felt Steve's body stiffen. "If you rub too long it gets almost painful but still feels wonderful. I could create an orgasm doing just this but you would suffer a bit I'm afraid."

"No ... it doesn't hurt," Steve almost groaned. "Girls can have more than one orgasm, God are they lucky." "Guys can too, sometimes one right after the other. Eventually you can learn to hold back an orgasm." Dan's thumb was still rubbing, smearing pre-cum around the tip of Steve's cock as the boy oozed more in reaction.

"Uh ... it never felt like that before," Steve gasped. "Why am I reacting like this?"

"Unfamiliar stimulation at the hand of another person," Dan said. "You should have jerked off with a few buddies. It's not like we're having sex but my hand is different, we always react strongly to a different touch. Can you feel it deep inside?"

Steve nodded. "I feel it in my balls."

Dan's thumb rubbed and Steve suddenly oozed a major amount of lubricant. "This clear fluid is a secretion men make to lubricate penetration. There's hardly any sperm in it, it's mostly from your prostate gland."

"Prostate? What's that?" Steve asked. "I heard that word before."

"I'll add it to the list. It's something you'll appreciate knowing about, believe me. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Huh? No, it feels really good ... I was just enjoying the sensation. You can stop if you want."

"No, I want to show you what it means when something outside your body stimulates you." Dan had enough lube now so he closed his thumb and forefinger around the head of Steve's cock and began a gentle sliding up and down, stimulating the corona.

"Oh ... God ... that's intense," Steve said.

Dan was going slow, increasing the stimulation by gradual degrees. He felt the boy's body moving ever so slightly, pushing upwards towards the source of the good feelings. Steve probably wasn't even aware of doing it.

"The vagina is like a tight ring that grasps at your cock until you push in deeper. The whole organ is like a muscle that can grasp and release your cock, giving you incredible feelings."

Dan began to slide his circled fingers down below the head a bit more, resisting the urge to grasp the cock with his fist and be done with it. Steve's body was reacting in more ways then he could comprehend. Like most boys he'd never tried this slow approach to orgasm. More likely he grabbed himself and rubbed like hell until he came, what a waste.

"Uh ... Dan I'm starting to feel like I'm gonna cum," Steve said.

"You want me to stop? Let's take you over the top and see what I can do from there, OK?"

"Yeah ... it feels awesome."

Steve was more definite in his thrusting movement. Slimy fingers were stimulating the head, the corona and about two inches of his shaft now. The slow movement would aggravate, making him want more ... faster ... but Dan wouldn't let him have it.

Dan was pretty amazed. In less than an hour they had gone from the 'I'm not gay' statement to Steve allowing a guy to stimulate his cock. The boy did see the value of learning from this, and Dan was planning to make it quite an education before he was through. So far it was working.

Steve's cock head swelled ... the first real sign of an impending orgasm. His breathing was faster, his body trembling with the anticipation of the coming event. Dan knew the head of this cock was ultra sensitive now, the nerve endings causing it to swell with blood. If he grasped the shaft and gave it three good strokes Steve would explode. He was that close.

"I'm gonna cum, Dan ... I feel it ... ahhh ... Oh shit here it ... " Steve let out a mighty groan and his cock began to spurt. Only then did Dan grasp the shaft and allow Steve the ecstasy of a solid release. His balls were contracted up tight, giving hydraulic power to the release.

Four huge spurts went up in the air and landed in his crotch hairs, on Dan's hand and everywhere else. Dan's fist stripped the remainder until just a mere trickle remained. He removed his hand and sat back. Steve sighed and seemed to melt into the mattress. It was the probably the best orgasm the boy had ever experienced ... just what was needed.

Steve looked over and grinned. "Damn ... you sure made that good."

"So are we past the weird stage now? I meant it to be different than any other way you ever masturbated ... did I succeed?"

"God yes ... I never felt it like that before. Why was it so different?" Steve asked.

"I gave your body time to enjoy the building sensations. Stimulating the one set of nerves that control everything, the head of your cock. By focusing on that one area I made it so sensitive you had to explode ... you sure did that," Dan said.

"I felt that deep down inside, even deeper than my balls. It was amazing. Uh ... thanks."

"So now you understand your body a bit more than you did ten minutes ago. You'll keep the memory and use it later. So how did it feel to have a gay guy jack you off?"

"I'm sorry ... I never should have brought the gay thing up. You didn't do anything I didn't want and you did ask me if it was OK first. Wow, my body is still shaking."

"The chemical rush, adrenaline releases into your bloodstream as you build up to orgasm. Once you get off your body sends out other chemicals to slow you down. That's why guys usually lose their sexy feelings and get soft. Some guys take hours to get hard again."

Steve laughed. "Well that sucks."

Dan laughed. "Sometimes that works, sucking that is. The easiest way to overcome the dopy effect is to overpower it with a stronger stimulation. At some point you may find a girl who knows this. These are things I'm not sure you're ready to accept."

"Sorry, Dan. You can't suck my cock."

Dan grinned at him. "Won't do it even if you begged me to. But I can show you other things just as good."

"Haven't we already done enough?" Steve asked.

"We can stop for today if you want. Give that poor young body a chance to rest. When you're ready for the next lesson just let me know. But right now I think you need a shower to remove all that goo."

Steve looked down at his crotch and laughed. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

Dan pointed the way to the bathroom and promised to fetch a towel. He allowed Steve time to close the bathroom door and heard the water come on. His hand was covered with the boy's sperm. Dan dropped his pants and grasped his aching cock. Two dozen strokes lubricated with the boy's cum and he shot a load in his boxers. They were already soaking wet, Dan had oozed throughout the experience.

Steve had been pretty brave today in allowing himself to be touched. Next time Dan wanted to stimulate the boy's prostate and have him experience an orgasm without even touching his cock. Now that would weird him out, but he would learn a great deal. There was only one minor detail. Dan wondered if the kid would allow a finger up his butt?

With Steve it was all in the approach. Dan didn't try to get sexy with him; his own mind supplied enough of that kind of stimulation. But he seemed almost happy at having the experience. And he knew Dan was gay. What was really going on here?

"Hey ... where's that towel?" Steve yelled from the bathroom. Oops, daydreaming.

Dan got him a towel and Steve walked back in the bedroom for his clothes.

"You have a nice body, tennis must really agree with you," Dan said.

"Yeah ... I liked tennis ... it was the coach I didn't get along with."

"Oh, was he a bad coach, did he treat you poorly?"

Steve turned around, shorts in hand. Dan smiled, the boy was flashing him.

"No ... he just didn't know when to stop looking at me," Steve said.

"Oh ... sorry," Dan said. Caught in the act.

"Dan, it's OK ... you're being gay doesn't bother me because I like you. That coach was just a pervert and a half around me."

"Well, thanks ... I guess. Until I met you I didn't know handsome boys like you had difficulty with the ladies. I just assumed everything was fine in paradise. You're a likeable guy, Steve ... I'm glad we get along."

Steve laughed. "Hmm, well we may have had sex but we're not dating, OK?"

"Ok, no holding hands in public," Dan agreed.

"Look, what you did today was ... well I thought it was amazing," Steve said. "I don't know how it was supposed to help me find a girl, but I'll go along with it if you want to teach me more."

"I want you to become more aware of your body and all its many pleasures. Once you get a grip on that there won't be any more surprises. You'll orgasm better and more often. Your body will be in control of itself because you know how it all works."

"Better than what you did today? Wow, now you really got me interested," Steve smiled. "Next Saturday then?"

"Sure, only this time I want you to stay the night, can you handle that?" Dan asked.

"Yeah ... OK." Steve finished dressing and came over to where Dan sat. The look in those eyes felt warm.

"I trust you, Dan. I'm sure it's going to get weirder, but I'm gonna have to be prepared for that. I don't think you'll ever try to hurt me."

Steve put out a hand and pulled Dan to his feet ... then he hugged for only a moment. "I got a lot out of today, you deserve something back." He stood back and looked in Dan's face. "What?"

Dan felt happy, his smile must have said all that. "I never met a boy quite like you, the hug meant a lot."

He grinned. "So now you have a week to think up some new torture for my body, I'm sure you will."

"Will you be OK with staying over? I'm not planning to sleep with you. I have a guest room ... if you can crawl that far."

They both laughed. "Looking forward to it," Steve said.

Dan took Steve home, dropping him off a block away from the house. Typical suburban homes, neat lawns, nice cars. It was Steve that wasn't typical at all, he was an enigma.

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