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Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 23:10:04 -0400
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       JZL11_03: Continuing Sex Education at Home

Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.


      Jeff Zephyr's Life


JZL11_03: Continuing Sex Education at Home  
(bbg exh solo inc,  bb oral inc) 
 - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.


Dad had mostly Playboy and Penthouse magazines hidden in his bedroom,
which had a lot of pretty pictures of naked women in them, and some
stories about sex.  I especially liked the Penthouse letters, telling
things that people did.  But there wasn't a lot of general information
on sexual techniques.  There was a book on sexual positions, with
hand-drawn pictures, but it didn't really explain things well except
where to stick the parts in.  This was all inspirational to me,
naturally, but I could get off almost as well from the pictures of
streakers, people at Woodstock, and ad pictures in magazines which
were nominally non-sexual. The women in them were pretty, and the
settings sensual.  Outdoor exposure, rather than posed inside on a
set, was also something that I liked.

Then one day, my sister asked me to come into her room, to take a look
at something.  We were alone  upstairs, with only grandma downstairs
that afternoon.  She pulled out a thick, hardcover book called
something like "Sensual Lovers," and she told me that it belonged to
Auntie.  She also told me she found more of them on the tall closet
shelf, but it was hard to climb up there to look.

I hadn't suspected that my aunt might have such things around.  Both 
she and grandma were in their 40s, a bit overweight, and didn't go
out, except with "the girls."  Auntie had a habit of taking naps in
the afternoon, though I had not thought anything special of them
before this.

I carried a wooden chair to the closet and climbed up to check out the
high shelf, finding  other books and magazines;  a few Viva magazines
, a Playgirl with a naked guy on the cover, some more "Sex and
something or other," "Sensual Massage," "Zen and Sex," and  similar
kinds of titles.

Cher and I sat on her bed and started looking through the first book
she had found.  It had pictures of men and women and, near the front ,
some detailed pictures and diagrams showing the sex organs and
"erogenous zones," a new term for me.  Cher was wearing a short dress,
and pulled it up, and looked at the diagram of the woman, and asked me
to tell her the names of her parts.  She hadn't let me have a close
look at her in quite some time, many months, felt like a year even
though it wasn't so long.  Age six didn't change a lot, but my
interest in sex changed how I felt while looking at her.  It made me
very hard, and my sis noticed this, looking there rather than at me,
or the book.

I read off the names of the parts, both labia, vagina, clitoris,
pubis, and so on.  She touched them as I did this.  The book explained
that the clitoris was the most sensitive spot, and I told Cher that as
well.  She then said "Touch me there." So I did , pulling up on the
hood to expose it, rubbing my finger across it.  She laughed, then
pulled away.  "I guess it is really sensitive.  I've touched myself
there sometimes.  What else does the book say?"

The next chapter was about men, and male parts.  Cher asked me to show
her about them, and name them.  So I did that, pulling my pants off. 
We compared our organs to those in the book, which  showed different
models.  Unlike Playboy and other magazines, the models didn't look
quite as pretty, nor posed as decoratively.  The pictures were black
and white, and there were many drawings as well.  I read off the names
of the parts on my organ and touched it as I did.  She noticed that my
dick was hard, while those in the pictures were soft.  So she asked
"Why is your dick sticking out?  Does it explain that"

Cher knew about hard-ons, having seen them often, and knew that they
meant being horny, wanting sex.  But the book might tell us more about
why it happened and I was as curious as she was, I think, about this. 
I turned the pages and we found pictures showing the hard state.  It
explained that sexual arousal made that happen.  And I told her that.

"Oh, like when you shoot the white stuff out."

"Or before that.  It happens a lot.  I don't even need to see a girl
or think about it, it just happens.  Especially in the morning."

"Oh.  Does that happen to girls too?"

"I don't know.  Maybe it tells in here, someplace."

We spent some time reading this book, and I read it out loud, quietly,
with her watching intently.  I still had my pants off; she had her
dressed pulled up.  I touched my dick from time to time but I didn't
try to actually get off.  Cher touched herself as well, rubbing a
little on her pussy, like scratching an itch.  Mostly, we looked and
read.

Finally Grandma called to us to come to lunch.  That made us jump up. 
I put away the book, then pulled my pants on.  Cher went down to lunch
wearing just her dress as she often did.

After this, I found time to read through all the books,   trying to
understand them.  The books on massage and meditation were also very
interesting.  Though we hugged often in our family, rubbing each other
wasn't done often.  I practiced giving my sister and brother back
rubs, rubbing their temples, and they did so on me.  Meditation I
tried to understand on my own.  I didn't fully understand the purpose,
but I did get the idea that you could relax, and feel better, by
concentrating in a prescribed way. I picked out my own "mantra," and
found that it really did help me to relax, especially in school before
a test.

All of this new sexual information  was very exciting and confusing
but there was more than just sex to these books.  Relationships,
friendships, how to meet guys/girls, platonic relationships, pregnancy
and abortion,  marriage and divorce   a lot of adult issues that I
didn't really think about before.  I read though entire chapters on
masturbation techniques, and how to do them on your lovers.  Oral sex
was covered in great detail.  I wasn't sure about trying it out yet
with my sister as, though she was willing to listen  to this, she told
me "no" when I  tried to touch her again.  The books also explained
that girls had to explain that "no means NO!"  That may seem like an
obvious thing, and the sex education class in school had mentioned
this as well.  The chapter on rape fantasies vs. real rape victims was
much better than the short slogan for explaining why it was really bad
to do it.  And more importantly to me, my sister and I talked about
it, and the thought of her being hurt that way made me angry.  I had
watched a scary movie once, maybe "Deliverance" or something like
that, which featured rape, and it gave me nightmares.

One book also had a very informative section on why and when people
masturbate.  I knew that it felt good, and my dad explained that boys
did it before they got married.  But the book said that people keep on
doing it even after they get married,  often with each other.  This
made me feel a lot better about what I was doing, what I had done with
my friends and in front of Eileen. It also discussed a lot of
techniques which I hadn't tried, including the trick of pressing my
fingers hard against the base of my dick to stop me from coming until
I wanted to.  I got to be very good at masturbating for hours before
going to sleep, sometimes coming and doing it again.

The books also discussed homosexuality, anal sex, and a lot of
fetishes and "kinky" stuff that I wasn't yet ready to get into.  But
it explained things like exhibitionism, which I was already doing
frequently.  Streaking was getting popular in the news but I didn't
live near enough to a university to have a chance to see adults
streaking in my neighborhood.   It said that exhibitionism was more
than just streaking for fun.  Sexual arousal was a distinctive part of
it.



I wanted a chance to try out my new knowledge but it was difficult to
find willing partners.  My sister was quite willing to let me have a
good look at her sex areas, as close as I wanted to , but I wanted
more than just to look.  She was also younger than I, and I wanted
someone my own age to play with.  I did try out some mutual
masturbation techniques with my brother, each rubbing the other, but
it wasn't completely successful.  We also tried climbing into bed
together naked, and letting our bodies rub together.  Our dicks
touching  felt very nice.

I did try to get him to give me a real blow job, like the books
described, but he wouldn't do that until I did it to him. I licked and
sucked on his dick enthusiastically for a while and his dick got quite
hard, but either I didn't know quite what to do or he wasn't ready,
but nothing more happened.  His attempt on me was not very exciting
either, though it did feel nice. I liked how his dick felt in my
mouth, the taste of it.  It is hard to describe the taste, slightly
salty skin flavor, but it was very nice.  I didn't know why he didn't
get off from it, nor why I didn't either.  I did it just fine by
myself, and it felt really awesomely great to have him lick and suck
on me.  But each time I got near to coming, something held me back. 
Or else, he'd slow down enough to stop it, I'm not sure.  We both
remembered, I'm sure, the time when I talked our sister into sucking
me until I came.


He wasn't especially enthusiastic about doing it, and we didn't try
this very often.  Getting naked together and touching each other,
though, was great fun.  I didn't mind sucking on his dick but he was
reluctant to do it for me, so even though I was OK with doing him, I
wasn't willing to do it without him reciprocating.

My mom caught us nude in our room one day, and my dad gave us both a
hard, bare ass spanking afterward, saying that we were too old to be
running around naked together any longer.  We quit doing this for a
while, though I continued to jack off every night while my brother
could overhear what I was doing.  He would sometimes do the same.  He
managed to shoot come one time he told me, but I never saw that happen
during this time.  I, on the other hand, was doing so regularly.  I
didn't bug him about it, telling him that it would happen for him soon
enough.   He wasn't yet as old as the first time when it worked for
me.

I don't think that my parents knew what we were doing, sexually.  Dad
believed in punishment first, investigation later.  That made
discipline confusing, and when it was about things like sex and
nudity, he tended to fly off the handle with angry threats to punish
us horribly, overreacting.  When we were caught we were only naked,
not touching each other and no wetness from licking on us at all.  Nor
did we admit that we were touching each other or ourselves.  But I
think  Dad knew we might do something like that and didn't want us to 
become homosexuals.  Much later when I thought about this situation, I
wondered why he had to beat us to make us behave this way, instead of
talking to us.  It wasn't like we didn't know what these things felt
like, or the words for things about sex.

Again, like other punishments regarding sex and nudity, it only
convinced us to be careful not to get caught.  We still wanted to do
it as much, if not more, than before the punishment.

I wanted to do it with girls, too.  My brother was nice, a good friend
as well as a sibling, and being with him in bed, even just laying
together, felt nice.  I remembered how it was with Debbie when we'd
lay naked together and I missed her.  If we were still together, with
my new knowledge of sex, I'm sure we'd be doing something about it. 
And she'd be old enough to get off from it, really sharing it with me.
My friends at school felt nice to be with, but the step between a 
friendly school crush and sexy romance wasn't easy to make.

-----


Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.

   Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any  charges 
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