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Learning from Robert

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Learning from Robert by Sam (smaco3@hotmail.com)I grew up in a very rural environment. The closest house was a over a mile and my closest friend was a few more than that away. My father was a severly abusive alcoholic who's idea was to live as far from society as possible, therefore avoiding any suspicion or the threat of being caught drunk on a daily basis. This planted us in the middle of farm country.Until I was a mid-teenager I had only one brother, older by just enough years that he would not tolerate me being anywhere near him. However being surrounded by farms and many small woods (a few that I must admit today, were quite enchanting) did offer plenty of things to get into as a kid. Like you I was witness to animal sex at a very young age, perhaps even earlier than I am able to recall today. Also like you I had a pretty good idea of what was happening.There was an older kid named Robert that worked periodically at the farm next door to our house. Although we were not at all friends and his job took up most of the day, we did have some opportunity to get to chat from time to time. As it turned out he was to become my sexual mentor. He helped me to understand the details of what was going on and introduced me to masturbation. The first time was when we were in this pump house out in the middle of a field, a good half mile from anything. We had just passed by a pasture that contained a horse with an enormous cock hanging out nearly to the ground (for whatever reason I cannot recall today). Robert was maybe 15 and I was about 8 or 9 years old.He asked me if my cock ever stuck out to which I admitted that it did a lot especially in the morning or if I had to pee. He went on to explain the reason that animals (and people) humped one another and about many of the details of procreation. Then he explained how great it felt and asked if I had ever rubbed my "boner" (which is what it was called at that point in our lives). I said that I had and that I knew it was somewhat pleasurable but didn't know what more to do than that. He asked if I wanted a demonstration to which I was not only eager but excited to the level of becoming rock hard instantly. He then proceded to drop his bib overalls and boxer shorts. Stepping out from them he was only rearing a dirty tee shirt and work boots. His cock almost instantly grew to a full erection under is initial gentle strokes.Although everything that far back in my memory has a tendency to be larger than life, in all honesty I think he was truly hung at a good 9" plus and thick as well. The reason I am able to estimate his length is because on the back stroke there seemed an amount of cock extending in front that was equal to what was under his hand, and he did have large hands as well! Anyway he took a slightly crouched stance, feet spread wide apart and stroked his masive cock with his left hand cupping his balls with his right. I will never forget his moaning in pleasure as his hips rocked back and forth. All the while he watched my expression and told me how great that this felt to him. I cannot recall exactly how long this lasted although today it did not seem to go on all that long. He soon described the process of ejacualtion and began to speed up both his hand and hip movements. Following one loud moan the first spurt of cum shot out at least three feet in front of him, followed by a half dozen more thick, white globs with decreasing distance. He stood up straight and continued milking his fat cock as an additional half dozen lesser emissions dropped to the ground. The extreme softness accompanying the smile on his face made me instantly understand that this was indeed a desirable thing for me to practice. . by now my little 4" cock was nearly tearing a hole in my shorts. Anticipating that I was probably arroused he encouraged me to try what I had just witnessed. As I recall at the time I was at first a little shy but being so enormously aroused, I was soon standing before him in only my hightop tennis shoes, not having worn a tee shirt that afternoon. What I can recall with crystal clarity is how wonderfully exhilarating that it felt being stark naked and fully aroused in the presence of another person. I am indeed glad that Robert was there for my first attempt since I did need some tutoring.I was at first grabbing my cock way too tightly, a process that would have quickly become painful. Secondly I was not grasping it far enough back to avoid rubbing my hand over the head of my cock. Without some kind of lubrication I would have generated an abrasion in record time. He had to show me how in stroking I could allow the extra foreskin to glide up over the head and not my dry hand. Outside of our family physician this was also the first time that another person had touched me there. It only took me seconds to recognise how wonderful it was to have another touch you like that.In a matter of minutes I was jacking off like a pro. The feeling was wonderful and I tried to mimic his every move. Soon I was feeling this strange sensation much like needing to pee. He described that this was the feeling that represented the ultimate goal of masturbation and that I should continue regardless of how uncontrollable it seemed to feel. I did continue and was soon shuddering all over, my legs trembling. I suppose I might have been alarmed had I not been so aroused. Suddenly feeling nearly out of control I shot out a series of short squirts of pee. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I didn't want to stop but at the same time was unable to continue and remain standing.After gaining my composure Robert explained that I was still a bit too young to "cum" and that this event was often referred to as "dogwatering". Why it is called that still is unknown to me. Needless to say I didn't care what it was called and was forever grateful to my friend Robert. It was to become my hobby for life and is still the impetus for my desire to drive out of town to some desolate rural place, to walk out into nature naked and enjoy the pleasures of jacking off and cumming in the warmth of the sun.