Magician's Sidekick II

For those who missed the first part, I was 14 when I started to hang around The Great Maratini, a 17-year-old performing magician who I terribly admired. He was tall, thin, and had curly dark hair, a twinkle in his eye, and even smelled nice. I was 14 years old, hadn't developed any crotch hair yet, was small for my age, had ordinary brown hair, was too skinny, and found it hard to believe anyone would like or even notice me for any reason, especially The Great Maratini. Yet, he did seem to take me seriously. A friendship was developing out what started out as more of an informal apprenticeship. He revealed some of his most amazing magic tricks to me, and patiently tutored me in their application. He even showed me about stage presence, banter, acknowledging the audience, and all that. Then one day, after a fairly in-depth conversation about our masturbation frequencies, and in which I revealed that my only sexual encounter with another was the one time my older brother tried to poke his dick into my ass (but didn't get in, and gave up), I also said I thought my dick was too small. Martin (The Great Maratini), offered to take a look and offer his opinion. I didn't know it at the time, but I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I thought, "Wow, I'd love to show him my dick," and here was a perfect opportunity. When he offered, I said, "Really?" He tried to look calm, but in a slightly higher than typical tone of voice, he all too quickly said, "Sure!" Could he be excited to see my penis? So, right there in the wood shop in his father's basement, I pulled down my shorts and underwear. He knelt down in front of me, and stared. He just stared for perhaps a whole minute. My penis started to harden. He said, "Wait, I want to study it soft." But, as I'm sure you know, that wasn't going to be possible. It sprang to life, and although I willed it to stay soft, it wasn't even going to happen. In just a moment, it was sticking up at a 45" degree angle, only inches from Martin's eyes. He reached out. With one hand, he gently pulled my foreskin back. That felt unusual. Nice. Really nice. It also made me shiver. I thought that was odd. Then with his other hand, he gently tweaked the head of my dick. It tickled. And something else. I had never felt anything like that. I was enjoying the attention, but I was also feeling shy, or embarrassed maybe. I don't quite recall, but I know I felt strange. Almost like when you know you're going to be naughty, like maybe intentionally going to break a window, but you can't stop yourself. But it was also OK. Martin was involved in this with me, and it seemed like he was OK with everything, so it must be alright. No words were exchanged between us. After a moment, while still holding my foreskin back with one hand, he spread my peehole open a bit and looked inside. "Hmmm" he said. "What?" "Oh, nothing." "What?!" "Dude, your dick is smaller, but your peehole is bigger than mine. Wanna see?" "Um, OK." Actually, I was suddenly dying to see his penis. He removed his cape, and then pulled down his pressed black pants, revealing a hairy penis that was well over twice the size of mine. His was already rock-hard, sticking straight out at a 90 degree angle. I guess, being heavier than my little prick, the weight kept it from sticking up at 45 degrees. He never touched his dick. Instead, he asked me to spread open his peehole and take a look. So I did. He was right. His hole was kind of small. I was curious as to whether that would make his piss stream out at a higher pressure. We got to talking about that, and he offered to pee for me. We went upstairs (his parents weren't home) and into the bathroom. He aimed into the toilet, which was a little difficult because his penis was still quite firmly erect, and let go a stream of pee. It was pretty regular. About like when I pee. Next, he wanted to see me pee. Problem was, I didn't have much in me. And, I think I have 'a bashful kidney.' That's the condition in which it is difficult to pee when someone is watching. He offered to help, and guided me into his bedroom. Once there, we both took off all our clothes and jumped into his bed. Suddenly, without realizing it was going to happen, we were kissing and rolling all over the bed on top of each other. Kissing! It would have never occurred to me even just a moment before, to actually kiss a man. I mean, in my entire life, the thought had never entered my mind. Yet, now here I was, and it seemed perfectly natural - and delightful. Martin stuck his tongue into my mouth, and while I was surprised at first, I liked it. I also felt his super-hard penis pressing against my left thigh. After a good several minutes of just laying - now still - and kissing and hugging, we backed away a bit, and he offered to help me. He said in a stage voice, making us both laugh, "And now for my next trick..." More cumming soon!