It Started Here continued

This is a continuation of a true story which involves sex between a teen and a minor. So as not to cause any offence, if you find this distasteful, please leave and search for a story that is more to your taste.

It Started Here. continued

After the first time of giving my neighbour a wank, it seemed to be the norm when ever I stayed at his house and I grew to enjoy watching him watching me as I would bring him to the point of him spurting out his white stuff and when it happened the look on his face, the noises he made but best of all was the praise he lavished on me for doing such a good job.

It was one night after helping him to his explosion of his stuff that without a word he reached into my pj’s and found my little hard willy and gave me a knowing smile and started to rub. I felt a full blush on my face, as nobody up until then had ever touched me down there and I had a rush of embarrassment tinged with excitement.
“Do you like”? I just nodded yes.
“Good. I knew you would”. and with me lying there he slowly slid down my pj bottoms revealing my rock hard little thing to his gaze and with a lick of his lips went back to rubbing. I felt him folding the skin which covered the end back and it hurt slightly, then pull it up again. He kept on doing this until I had a knot in my stomach and such a strange feeling building up in my willy.
“I I I I’m going to pee”. I said trying to pull my legs up so that it might break his grip on me but he was lying across them. He rubbed faster now and the stirrings turned to what I came to call the tickley feeling, overwhelming my body as my willy pulsed and my head began to swim and I flopped fully back on the bed. It took a few minutes for me to recover with the first sight being John looking down at me with a grin.
“Well what’d you think”?
I lay there trying to form the words but couldn’t, so I just gave him the biggest smile I could muster.
“Would you like me to do it again”?
Once again no words would form on my lips so I smiled broadly and nodded my head like one of those little dog things you see in the back of car windows.
“Good, as it looks like you really enjoyed it”.
With that of he went to the wash room to wash off his white stuff leaving me there to pull up my pj’s over my still hard little willy.
I had never thought that a feeling could be so powerful and now that the discovery had been made, I was at it every chance I had. I’d discovered how to wank (masturbate) myself.

A week passed and as per usual my father was to be off on one of his drinking/womanising nights away and it was agreed by my neighbours that John, being old enough to do so, should look after me in my house, so when I returned home from my speech therapy class I entered not to find my father, but John waiting there. He explained that; my so called parent; had called his mother to ask the usual and when he had heard that I was to be looked after, suggested that he could do it at my house so as to make me feel more at ease and not to run the gauntlet of his brothers’ annoyance at me being in their space. I was pleased that I could be in my own home and without even thinking about it I went into my routine of putting the water boiler on, opening windows and changing into my runabout clothes.