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What I Learned from Edgar

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What I Learned from Edgar by AnonymousThis is a true story from when I grew up in Virginia. I was about 8 or 9, andI was staying overnight with my friend Edgar from Cubscouts. This wasexciting for me because he lived on a farm in a big house. At that time, Ilived in a suburban neighborhood in a house that seemed small to me because mymom and sister were always at home. I could never get any privacy at home.Anyhow, after playing all day we ate supper and were told to take a bath andget ready for bed. We headed downstairs to the laundry room where there was ashowerstall. Edgar was first to get in the shower, and I sat in my underwearon a couch they had down there. The couch faced the shower, and I got towatch my cubpack buddy take his shower. There was no shower curtain (or ifthere was, he had it pulled back), and I was mesmerized by my friend. I hadnever seen another guy naked before in my life. I was feeling a bitembarrassed because I had a hard on, which I am sure he saw. Even though he was a few months younger than me, he knew so much more aboutsex than I did. Although neither on of us had any hair yet, he was telling methat when we got older we'd start developing hair down there. I thought thatwas weird. While he was talking and showering he got hard too. As he started to wash hisdick and balls, he switched the topic to talking about masturbation. I didknow what the word meant, but I pretended I had never heard the word before,so I asked him what he meant. He said, "what I'm doing now!" and showed mehis hard little dick covered in soap lather sticking out of his fist. My dickwas so hard it hurt. I was scared we'd get caught by his mom walking in.So anyhow he starts showing me different hand techniques and asking me whichones I prefered. Before that night I had never admitted to anyone ever that Imasturbated. I was so repressed. I admitted that I played with myself, butnot with my hands. Up till that night I had only rocked back and forth on mypenis with a throw pillow under my belly for support. (At that time we wereboth too little to ejaculate, and I would do that with my clothes on as Iwatched tv. My orgasms were intense, and I knew I should never do that whenanyone else was around.)Well, anyhow, he finishes his shower and steps out still holding his harddick. He left the water running for me and told me to step in. I was soscared. I didn't want him to see my hard on, so I turned my back and pulleddown my Fruit of the Looms. I covered with a towel and walked to the shower.I eventually had to drop the towel, and I got in the shower. He had dried offbut hadn't gotten dressed yet as he came up to the stall and kept on talkingto me. He kept playing with his penis, and I was so excited but still scared.He was interested in the fact that I had never used my hands and startedcoaching me how to do it. I grabbed my dick as he was doing and strokedmyself like him. I was nervous as hell, but eventually I relaxed. I wasn'table to give myself an orgasm like when I used the rocking method, but it wasstill a very pleasurable feeling. We were like this pulling on our dicks: him just a few feet away and me inthe shower when his mom opened the door to the basement and called down thestairs for us to hurry up and to quit wasting all the hot water. It scaredthe hell out of me, but she couldn't see anything from where she was. Westopped and got dressed.Later that night after watching tv and playing cards or whatever we went tobed. He had a huge bed compared to my little 1/2 bunk bed. We stripped downto our underwear and crawled up under the covers and talked about lots ofdifferent things. Eventually we got back to talking about masturbation. Hewanted to see how I did it. I rolled over on my belly and started rockingwhile still in my underwear. He rolled over and started doing it as I did. Ihad an intense orgasm, but I don't think it did much for him except get himhot. At that age I was ready to go at it again in just about one minute. So hepulls the sheets back and pulls his undies down to his knees. He startspulling off on his dick. After a few strokes, he tells me to do the same, andhe pulls my drawers down. He grabbed my dick and stroked me for a while.Then we both did it to ourselves by hand until he "came." (Remember neitherone of us could shoot off then), but I didn't have an orgasm with him. In a few seconds we were both hard and randy again. This time I rolled overon my belly and started rocking as he lay next to me fisting his dick. We gotoff again, and then we heard his father coming up the stairs to get on to usfor making so much noise. We pulled up the covers before he got to the doorand came in. He fussed at us and told us to get to sleep or else. When he left, we both went to sleep becaue we had worn ourselves out. Thenext day we played around the house and in his barn. I had to help with thechores, which, being a spoiled suburban brat, I didn't like doing. Eventuallyit was time for me to go home. My mom came and had some coffee as I got mythings, and then we left. I didn't see Edgar much for the rest of that summer. We drifted apartunfortunately, and I moved to another state, but I remember him as a childhoodfriend who taught me how to enjoy being a guy. It's been almost 25 yearssince that time and I still remember Edgar with fondness. There were otherguys with whom I took my first steps toward male sexuality. I'll tell youabout those stories another time.