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What Are You Doing, Son?

This is how I was introduced to the great pleasures of masturbation. It is a day that is imprinted on my memory and something I regard as one of the longest-lasting gifts from my stepfather, a gift which I was ever able to repay only in part.


My Mum remarried when I was eight and we went to live about 150 miles away with Andy. I don't really remember my real Dad but I thought Andy was pretty cool, and I'd gotten to know him well over the two years before Mum and he got married. He certainly wasn't the fearful stepfather type; we became firm friends and remained so until sadly he died a couple of years ago. He had a great sense of humour and was so full of stories I would listen for hours about his exploits. He would always take time to explain things; Mum didn't and would often lose her temper if I couldn't grasp a new topic in homework, for example. Andy, however, seemed (especially when I was younger) to know something about almost everything.  He was in every sense the father I'd not had before.


It was just after my 13th birthday, and I'd been listening to some of the other guys at school talking about wanking and how great it was to cum. I came home determined to give it a try. I'd had plenty of erections, of course, and knew that when I touched myself it felt good but I'd never cum and didn't really know what to do--even if I had told my friends that I did!  I knew Mum and Andy were both at work for another couple of hours so I went up to my room and stripped off. I was quite excited by the idea and already had an erection. So I lay on my bed and started stroking my dick. I tried rubbing it, stroking it again and again, then rolled over and rubbed it against the bed but whilst it felt good, nothing 'big' seemed to happen. I gave up for a while and went and got myself something to drink... but I had made up my mind this was going to be the day so I soon went back upstairs for another try.


A few minutes later I was back on my bed stroking my rock hard erection again when suddenly there was Andy standing in my bedroom doorway. I had been so engrossed I'd not heard him come in, come upstairs, or walking down to my room. 'What ARE you doing son?' he said, and walked straight over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I was frozen, dick in hand and completely dumbfounded. I knew Andy's manner and he clearly wasn't angry but was just asking a genuine question but I still couldn't answer.


My dick had now shrunk and I reached over and pulled the sheet over me to cover my embarrassment and all I could get out was 'Sorry, Andy.'  He bent down, picked up my clothes off the floor where I'd left them, handed them to me and said, 'Come on, get these back on and I'll see you downstairs in a minute or two.'  I was convinced I was in trouble as this was Andy's normal way of doing things. I'd get a lecture--no shouting--but I'd know I'd done something wrong. I was also concerned what would happen when he told Mum because this was sure to cause her to flip. Me caught, naked, erection in hand. I thought this had to be a serious grounding at the very least. I sheepishly went downstairs where Andy was sitting out on the porch and repeated my apology, but Andy immediately told me that I had nothing to apologise for but it was him who should apologise to me.


He went on to explain that wanking was perfectly normal and that everyone did it--including him!--and those who claimed they didn't were either lying, deluding themselves, or didn't understand the phrase! He told me that I really didn't have to be embarrassed about it, although it is something normally done in private, and that he should have been more thoughtful before walking into my room. Besides, he had come home early and I'd thought I was on my own. He then said that it didn't seem that I was very experienced as my technique was not particularly good. I told him that I'd only tried it a few times and was still getting used to it, but I was lying as I was embarrassed about admitting I'd not actually done it properly!


Andy explained that he had started wanking when he had been around the same age as me and that he had been shown how to do it by his older brother. At this point, feeling more reassured about my position I said,  'Well, I don't have a brother so I'm figuring it out for myself.'  Andy was quiet for a few moments and then asked me if I wanted him to show me how. I agreed and he told me to go back to my bedroom and get comfortable. This was starting to get quite exciting and I had real butterflies in my stomach as I happily tripped back upstairs and stripped down to my briefs and lay down on my bed. Andy came in just behind me, having changed out of his work clothes, and sat down on the bed next to me. 'You'd better get started and we'll go from there," he said.


I slipped my hand into my briefs and started to rub myself but couldn't get an erection again even though I was quite excited. 'I can't get a boner,' I said and with that Andy leaned back and showed me by gently rubbing his dick with the palm of his hand through his briefs. 'How's that?' he asked. I have to admit that this was the first time that anyone had ever touched their penis aroound me.  It looked so good I was hard in seconds. Andy then told me to start wanking and so I slipped my briefs down over my hips and got going by rubbing the shaft of my dick with my fingers. 'Does that actually feel any good?' he asked and I admitted that it was OK but I think he knew I hadn't got a clue.


Andy instructed me how to use my forefinger and thumb to gently rub my dick up and down, just below the glans. This felt completely different and far better than what I'd been doing and I told him straight away that it felt really good. I could feel my dick pulsating every now and then and it was very hard--probably harder than it had ever been before--and I just lay back, thoroughly aroused. As I continued stroking, I told him that it felt as though I needed to pee but he assured me that that was normal and I wasn't going to do that and to relax again.  Faster and faster I went until I felt that peculiar tingling starting between the legs then suddenly moving up my dick and overtaking all of my senses. I squirted a few drops of clear liquid onto my stomach and knew I'd cum at last! After a few seconds, I suppose, Andy asked me if I was okay but I'm sure I had a smile on my face as wide as a mile because he just smiled back. 'Welcome to manhood,' he said and passed me some tissues he'd brought with him


I had several more lessons with Andy over the next few weeks and months whilst he described different techniques. I'm sure, now that I've been married myself for a few years, that it was all to do with feeling secure and protected rather than having to be furtive and rushed.


Finally, I was able to repay the favour to a degree when Andy was ill, sometime shortly before he died. I had spent the afternoon with him going through some business papers and he was feeling quite tired and uncomfortable. I asked if there was anything else I could do for him before I left to go home. I was surprised when, almost certainly as embarrassed as I was that afternoon when I learned for the first time the mystery of the orgasm, Andy asked me if I could 'help him out' and give him a wank. He'd not had one for months as both of his arms were weak and, sad as it seems, he couldn't grip anything. I happily agreed and will always remember the smile on his face when he lay back on his pillow afterwards as it almost certainly mirrored the one on mine that spring afternoon all those years before.



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