Hand Reared Boy - More masturbation

Ann's interest in sexual organs was as great as mine. She had not abandoned her plan for introducing her nasty school friend to our sessions.

Rosemary's nastiness lay mainly in the eye of the beholder. She wore plaits with ribbons in and was somewhat pallid, but that was the extent of what Nelson and I had against her. At this period I was still undergoing my 'girls are soppy' phase. (Ann, as a sister, did not come within the girl category.)

Because her hold over me was firmer than her hold over Nelson, Ann managed to get me alone with her and Rosemary in her bedroom.

'Show Rosemary your cock,' she said. There was a lack of finesse in those days!

I brought it out, cradling it protectively in my open palm while the girls inspected it. Rosemary was an only child; she had probably never seen anything like it before. Although I was happy to assist in her education, it was irritating to submit to investigation. The two girls had been colouring some pictures. With a crayon, Rosemary prodded my prick, trying to make it turn over.

'I'll show you how to work it. Watch me make it grow big!' Ann said. Kneeling down by me, she cradled and stroked my prick as if it were one of her guinea pigs. She whispered to it encouragingly, tickling and rubbing it underneath, enticing it, while Rosemary awaited the miracle. Under her stony stare, the pet would not come to life, and I slid it back into my trousers.

Only a few days after, Rosemary was playing in the house when I came home. I ran up to my bedroom to dodge her. She followed me in and said, 'Can I get it out?'

'Get what out?'

'You know - your thing. Your little plonk. Please!'

'You don't like it,' I said, sulkily.

'I do like it. Really!'

'I suppose you can, then.' I wasn't keen for her to do so, but it seemed uncivil to refuse. The parents had been careful to instil rules of hospitality in us.

I stood there while she clumsily unbuttoned my flies, looking down at her head and her plaits. She had a neat white parting, unexpectedly pleasing. Amateurishly, she felt in my trousers, fumbled gently to grope her way into my pants. Sensing her approach, my prick flipped up to attention.

She drew it forth. 'It's awfully big today!'

Admiringly, she traced round the rim of the glans penis with a finger.

You can rub it if you like,' I said loftily. I showed her how to do it. She started, but Ann called her, and she ran away.

When she had gone I remembered how her parting had looked, and wished I had asked her to show me her crack. It never occurred to me to ask her another time.

Life went on. Nelson was now working hard for exams. He wore spectacles and was more remote from us. For all that, our wanking sessions were still held intermittently, more secretively; Nelson began to prefer Ann not to attend. He said it was 'bad for her'.

He crept into my bedroom one morning and said, 'Horace, boy, I can come!' Opening his pyjamas, he showed me his penis, hanging large and limp; he had just masturbated. Above the root of it, downy hair was growing: not much of it, but decidedly hair! I had heard that what we then called spunk came out of the ends of full-gown penises.

'Show me!' I said. He began rubbing his organ, pressing it back and forth with his fingers until it struggled into an erect position. Then I took over from him, kneeling up on the bed to get at it properly.

'Bathroom's free!' my father called, thumping on my door as he passed.

'Just coming!' I shouted back. Nelson jerked away at the sound of Father's voice, but I grabbed hold of his prick and worked away excitedly, rubbing my own with my free hand.

'Oh, here it comes!' Nelson gasped, pressing his palms against his thighs. I redoubled my efforts with both hands. Bubbles appeared on the end of his prick, quite a few, nothing more.

'There was more stuff last time,' he said - but neither of us was disappointed. This was the first time I realized than sexual activity had a positive visible climax. Although I continued to rub myself when Nelson had left the room, I nothing similar happened to me.

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