Learning by Seeing

Just before my 13th birthday I spent a weekend at a nearby neighbors house. My parents had gone out of town and arranged for me to stay with them. They had two boys older than me. Todd attended college out of town but Gary still lived at home. He was 16 or 17 at the time. I went to their place on Friday after school. I guess Gary forgot that I would be coming over after class. When I arrived the front door was locked but I found the house key and went inside, as previously arranged. I was about to settle down to watch T.V. when I heard something out in the back yard. As I walked around the house I could hear groaning sounds. Quietly I peered around the corner of the hedge. Karen (17 or 18 at the time) lived next door to Gary. She was lying flat on her back in the grass, legs spread apart. Her loose dress was pulled right up around her waist. Gary was kneeling between her legs, leaning over her. He was supporting himself with his hands anchored on either side of her shoulders, his arms locked straight out. His jeans and jockeys were pulled down to the knees. He was wearing a jersey so all I could see was his hairy ass and Karen's bare legs. Gary was pumping his ass back and forth. They were both groaning but it was Gary who made most of the noise. I guess they had kept their clothes on in case someone (like me) came along. Now at that time, I had never watched an x-rated film so this was quite a show for me. I didn't know "the whole story" yet---I hadn't even learned how to masturbate. But I figured out what they were doing alright. I didn't want them to see me though so I quietly went back into the house and watched the rest of the show from the kitchen window. I could hear Gary's groans through the closed window. Finally he stopped pumping his ass. He swung over and lay on the grass beside Karen, his jeans still down around his knees. A couple of minutes later they started to get up so I quickly ran out the front door back onto the street. After walking up the block, I turned around and returned to the house. I made lots of noise as I went in, as though I was just arriving. Gary was back inside the house. He was alone so Karen must have already gone back to her place. "Hi Mike", he said, "You just getting back from school?" "Ya, I just got here," I lied. I watched T.V. and Gary went to his room. His parents came home a couple of hours later. Gary went out that night. Gary used their old rec room for a bedroom. At bedtime, his mom asked me if I'd like to sleep in the loft because there was a small T.V. up there. So I watched "the late show" before going to sleep. On Saturday morning I slept in and so did everyone else in the house. When I woke up I peered down over the loft bannister into Gary's room. He must have thought I had slept in his brother's bedroom at the other end of the house. He was awake but still lying in bed. There he was stretched out naked, legs wide apart, stroking his cock. I remember how hairy he was, like hair everywhere---on his legs, belly and chest. His eyes were closed and he was moving his fist up and down a very long cock---or so it seemed at the time. I hadn't started to masturbate yet so watching Gary was fascinating. Especially after having seen him and Karen the afternoon before. This time Gary wasn't making so much noise. After a couple of minutes he did let out a few "ahs" and shot cum over his belly. I wasn't all that knowledgeable about it and not close enough to see what shot out of his cock. It looked something like pee from my vantage point. But it didn't run off him like pee and he wiped it up like it was sticky ????? I stayed up in the loft for another few minutes until he got dressed and left the bedroom. Then I went down to the kitchen, trying to look sleepy, like I just woke up. Gary asked me if I had slept up in the loft---clearly he hadn't know I was up there. The next morning I eagerly looked over to see if Gary was going to stroke his cock again but he didn't throw back the covers at all that time. So I guess he was playing it safe, knowing I was up in the loft. It took me awhile after that to figure out how to jerk off. I think the problem was my impatience for something to happen and when nothing did, I would stop stroking. Eventually though, I got into it and had my first orgasm---in my own bed at home. I became a daily stroker and soon I was shooting cum like Gary---and I found out first hand that cum is nothing like pee.