Magician's Sidekick III

He proceeded to gently grab my foreskin and stroke it up and down. And it started to feel really nice, like I was going to pee or something. But better. I felt a kind of chill welling up in my whole body, especially the lower regions, as my asshole and balls started to tighten up. I said, "I'm going to pee." "No, you won't," Martin said. "I think I am." "No, it's something else, and you'll love it." And then it happened. I felt waves of something, contractions, I guess, pulsing through my lower body, and then three or four drops of a clear liquid came out. I thought it was pee, but was surprised that it didn't have a yellowish tint. As I was wondering about that, my erection started to soften, and I was suddenly not so sure I wanted Martin to stroke my penis up and down any more. In fact, it felt too weird and I had to push his hands away. He explained that I had just "cum." I had heard about it, but never understood the concept until just that moment. Whereas I had been getting my dick hard for two years, and enjoying feelings like rubbing it on bedsheets, and putting it in the rush of air from an air conditioner, this was a first. And here I was thinking I knew everything about my dick! Now that day, I went home right away. I only understood later that I might have stayed and given Martin an orgasm also. But just then, I was a bit freaked out, and had to get home to my own bedroom to think about what just happened. That evening, I wasn't so sure I entirely liked the experience. In fact, I was kind of mad at Martin for doing that to me. I didn't really understand the whole thing, and sort of wish it hadn't happened. But two days later, we were back in his bedroom, and I was very, very enthusiastic! As you can imagine, from then on, we played and played, every chance we got. We kissed, we hugged, we got naked as often as we could, and of course we jerked each other off. In time, I started growing hairs around my penis, and more ejaculate started coming out. I thought Martin was going to be a magician for sure. But to my surprise, a few months after we met, he took up guitar, and started to become quite good at it. He just loved playing Beatles songs. Naturally, I took up guitar too, in his shadow. As he learned things, he taught me. He was fortunate that his parents paid for guitar lessons. Mine wouldn't. It was all I could do to get an old beat-up acoustic guitar for my birthday. So I had to learn from Martin. This was about ten years ago now. Let me tell you what happened. As you might have guessed Martin and I became official lovers. But there's more: He is not a magician. He is a musician. Really! And I never had what it took to perform in front of an audience. But I discovered that I had a talent that Martin didn't have. I can write songs. Both the music itself and the lyrics. And I give them to Martin, and he plays them. We have a good thing going. He puts his music on YouTube, and we sell stuff based on the 3.2 million views he's had so far. Plus we both teach guitar. We have a never-ending succession of students coming through our home. No, we've never touched a student. We have each other, and want to keep our professional lives pure. We have a plan all worked out. We are going to teach guitar for the next 40 years, and then retire. And of course at night, we'll jerk each other off. We have never gotten tired of that. Oh, we do other things too, but we really love the basic mutual jerking off thing. We both hope that you're lives, dear readers, are as happy and successful as ours. [My client wanted to make sure I put that last sentence in just as he said it.]