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What I Learned from Edgar

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 02 Feb 1998 1 comments
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This is a true story from when I grew up in Virginia. I was about 8 or 9, and I was staying overnight with my friend Edgar from Cubscouts. This was exciting for me because he lived on a farm in a big house. At that time, I lived in a suburban neighborhood in a house that seemed small to me because my mom 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 and get ready for bed. We headed downstairs to the laundry room where there was a showerstall. Edgar was first to get in the shower, and I sat in my underwear on a couch they had down there. The couch faced the shower, and I got to watch my cubpack buddy take his shower. There was no shower curtain (or if there was, he had it pulled back), and I was mesmerized by my friend. I had never seen another guy naked before in my life. I was feeling a bit embarrassed 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 about sex than I did. Although neither on of us had any hair yet, he was telling me that when we got older we'd start developing hair down there. I thought that was weird. While he was talking and showering he got hard too. As he started to wash his dick and balls, he switched the topic to talking about masturbation. I did know 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 me his hard little dick covered in soap lather sticking out of his fist. My dick was 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 which ones I prefered. Before that night I had never admitted to anyone ever that I masturbated. I was so repressed. I admitted that I played with myself, but not with my hands. Up till that night I had only rocked back and forth on my penis with a throw pillow under my belly for support. (At that time we were both too little to ejaculate, and I would do that with my clothes on as I watched tv. My orgasms were intense, and I knew I should never do that when anyone else was around.) Well, anyhow, he finishes his shower and steps out still holding his hard dick. He left the water running for me and told me to step in. I was so scared. I didn't want him to see my hard on, so I turned my back and pulled down 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 off but hadn't gotten dressed yet as he came up to the stall and kept on talking to 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 started coaching me how to do it. I grabbed my dick as he was doing and stroked myself like him. I was nervous as hell, but eventually I relaxed. I wasn't able to give myself an orgasm like when I used the rocking method, but it was still a very pleasurable feeling. We were like this pulling on our dicks: him just a few feet away and me in the shower when his mom opened the door to the basement and called down the stairs for us to hurry up and to quit wasting all the hot water. It scared the hell out of me, but she couldn't see anything from where she was. We stopped and got dressed. Later that night after watching tv and playing cards or whatever we went to bed. He had a huge bed compared to my little 1/2 bunk bed. We stripped down to our underwear and crawled up under the covers and talked about lots of different things. Eventually we got back to talking about masturbation. He wanted to see how I did it. I rolled over on my belly and started rocking while still in my underwear. He rolled over and started doing it as I did. I had an intense orgasm, but I don't think it did much for him except get him hot. At that age I was ready to go at it again in just about one minute. So he pulls the sheets back and pulls his undies down to his knees. He starts pulling off on his dick. After a few strokes, he tells me to do the same, and he 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 neither one 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 over on my belly and started rocking as he lay next to me fisting his dick. We got off again, and then we heard his father coming up the stairs to get on to us for making so much noise. We pulled up the covers before he got to the door and 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. The next day we played around the house and in his barn. I had to help with the chores, which, being a spoiled suburban brat, I didn't like doing. Eventually it was time for me to go home. My mom came and had some coffee as I got my things, and then we left. I didn't see Edgar much for the rest of that summer. We drifted apart unfortunately, and I moved to another state, but I remember him as a childhood friend who taught me how to enjoy being a guy. It's been almost 25 years since that time and I still remember Edgar with fondness. There were other guys with whom I took my first steps toward male sexuality. I'll tell you about those stories another time.