Teaching Scott 2

Scott reached over and began to pull on my semen drenched penis. His cock was still hard, so I scooped up some of my cum and lubed it over his young member. He moaned with pleasure as I rubbed under the head and the helmet of his penis. He seemed to get the idea as he began to run his thumb over the head of my now throbbing cock. We were soon jerking off like crazy and as much as I wanted to make it last within a minute I felt the sperm rising from my balls again. I shot two thin ropes this time but the orgasm was more intense. Scott thrust his pelvis towards me and lifted himself up as I began to jerk him more violently. He shouted as he came, spurting like a fountain. His 14 year old boy cum was thicker than mine but I took solace in being able to shoot higher. We laid back, dazed when we heard the door to the basement open. 'Are you all right down there?' Scott bolted up and answered his mother, 'We're fine, don't come downstairs'. 'Oh...all right. Just don't hurt yourselves'. I can only imagine what she might have been thinking. 'You probably shouldn't have told her not to come down', I said. 'I just wanted her to go away'. We spent the rest of the afternoon wrestling naked and masturbating each other two more times. I felt deliciously dirty shooting my loads while Scott's mother was doing the housework upstairs.

That night I had a difficult time sleeping as I felt guilty masturbating so much with a younger guy. I had always been more attracted to girls. The only porn I had was Playboy and Oui magazines and I always fantasized eating some of the neighborhood minxes out or penetrating them when I jerked off. I finally fell asleep around 4 or 5. I was awoken by a couple of loud pops outside my window. I got up to look outside and there Scott was waving at me. 'Can I come up?' My parents and brother had gone to work but living in the burbs they usually left the door open. 'All right', I said warily. Within a minute Scott was in my room. He was disappointed as he could see I was not as excited as he. But he pressed on, pushing me back down on the bed. I passively let him grind his leg and crotch on me, I could feel him getting hard underneath his shorts. Pretty soon, we were nude and mutually masturbating each other, again. I was pretty much resigned to the fact I had no will power where sex with an attractive person was concerned. It was far too much fun, so I let myself go, lost in lust. We had three hit sessions that morning. Afterwards, we took separate showers and decided to go on a bike ride. I still would have flashes of guilt that summer but Scott wouldn't let allow me to feel that way for long.