It was a vanity that was to eventually cost her life. She died a couple of years before Nanny of skin cancer. But even with the pain of end stage mela...oma, I am not certain that she would have traded her tans for a few more years. Her hair was never allowed to go grey or white. Instead she dyed it a platinum blond and faithfully kept her weekly appointment at the hair dressers, which just so happened to be the chicken shit yellow linoleum floored kitchen of my house. She would come over after. I had never heard about jacking off so I asked him to explain it to me. He said he would come over to my house on the weekend for a sleepover and he'd tell me all about it.I was anxious for the week to end. Finally Friday had arrived and Terry showed up about 6 pm after dinner was over. We grabbed ourselves a soda and went down to my room in the basement. We sat in the bean-bags along the wall and started talking, telling each other what we were experiencing so far. When we got to boners he. I could see he had a bit of a tent so i asked if i could touch it. he said sure and took it out. it was not bad sized for a 12 year old. he got nervous and started shaking. i asked if he was ok and he said sure. i asked if he wanted to try more. he said yeah. we went into the big stall against the wall. i asked him to take off his shorts. he did and he was so cute. he had a bit of a bush, but just a little bit of hair on his legs, almost none. i couldnt help myself and said i really wanted to. Its smell was strong and more crude than I would ordinarily prefer, but not without its own idiosyncratic appeal.Still afraid of alarming him or rushing into anything he might consider beyond my remit, I started gently licking the hairy cheeks of his bum while avoiding the alluring crack which it was my intention to steadily work towards.He seemed, however, quite dissatisfied by my approach.He grabbed me by the back of the head, grunted, "Lick hole! Lick hard!" and, with his other hand yanking.