He pushed me down the hall to an office. He led me to a couch and sat down pulling me down beside him, saying quietly, "Tell me about your first time... in detail." I told him the story of my initiation into painful sensuality. "At 11 I was sent to live with my Aunt Karen and Uncle Dan after my parents were killed in a car accident. The second night I was there Aunt Karen made it clear that I was in the way and that she had no use for me. Uncle Dan, on the other hand, was so nice to me,. I looked up at him, enjoying his boyishly pretty face, thinking this was right and good, I was going to kiss a nice boy my age. He leaned down and put his lips on mine&hellip,umm except he was kissing my entire mouth and chin too. It was sloppy and my excitement dimmed in response&hellip,I reached up and took hold of his chin, taking control of the kiss best I could, gently showing him how Id been taught&hellip,oh, he liked that. His hands made an agonizingly slow journey over my t-shirt, and I. Coming to the story I had no bad intentions about Chaya aunty ,I used to go pavans house every day,she used to treat me as their family member…but I got attracted when I and pavan saw huge no.of. porn movies in our inter holidays …my sexual feelings increased for aunty…but I used to think this is wrong she my friends mom ..I should not think like… After a year all. This changed ….my lucky week started because pavans grand mother was hit by a auto in her village so pavans family went to their. " No. It's no problem," I said lamely. "Wait a minute." And with incredible stupidness, I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped my fly, took my ridiculously small cock out of my underwear and began to stroke myself.It was ten minutes later. David and I had stroked ourselves long enough to get over our initial humiliation, uncertainly, feelings of gay-betrayment, and just plain stupidity, to enjoy what we were doing. It didn't feel natural being out of my pants, but it wasn't horrid, either."I never.