the Island, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

the Island, Chapter 15

... pulling his pud. “Yeah, eventually she is,” I admitted. “But she knows it’s coming, and it’s not going to bother her. She’ll talk to you about sex and make sure you’re OK with what’s happening to your body. Don’t worry about your mom. She’s a great lady, and she knows all about sex.” “Are you and my mom having sex?” He looked at me sidelong, overly casual. “Yes,” I admitted, remembering how open Janie was about the subject. I didn’t think she’d mind. “We make each other feel good. I really like her and want to make her happy. Is that OK with you?” “Yeeees,” he said thoughtfully. “Are you going to be my new dad? I don’t see my real dad very much. I miss him.” “We haven’t talked about that, but I’m sure going to be your mom’s friend, and I’m going to be your friend. If you ever need to talk, or anything at all, you come to me.” We sat together companionably, beating our respective meats. It was a very strange moment, but sort of relaxing. “Anyway,” I continued. “When your body is ready, you’ll be able to jerk off until the semen shoots out at the end. You’ll feel really good all over your whole body, and you’ll realize why people want to have sex so much.” “How much comes out?” he asked. “About a spoonful,” I said. “You can be neat about it and use a rag so you don’t get it on your clothes or sheets. Then your mom doesn’t have to wash it off.” “Is it going to come out of you now?” he asked, peering at my purple cock head. “No, I don’t think I’m going to go all the way. I ...

... usually like to do that in privacy. It’s called ejaculation, by the way, or coming. In case you hear the older boys using those words.” “So this is something you do in private?” he asked, poking at his little helmet with the other hand while he continued jerking. “Usually boys do it by themselves. It’s not unusual to do it with a friend when you’re younger. When your older, you can even let a girl help you.” “Oh, wow!” he said, big-eyed. “I can’t imaging asking a girl to do this.” “You’d be surprised, buddy. Girls like sex, too. They are curious about boys’ bodies just like you are about theirs. They even play with themselves too.” “Girls don’t get boners!” he said scornfully. “No, but they rub their vaginas, and it feels just as good to them. Who knows, one day one of them might ask you to help them play with her lady parts and make her feel good.” He seemed to find that pretty enticing, and stroked his little peter even harder while thinking it over. “Just make sure you don’t have sex until you talk to your mom or me. You can hurt a girl, or make her pregnant, if you don’t know what you’re doing.” “Sex is putting your thing into a girl’s vagina?” he asked. “Yes, and then you slide it in and out like you’re doing with your hand. It feels much, much better than your hand, trust me!” I reluctantly dropped my swollen cock and sighed. “All right, I think you can handle things by yourself from here on out. Agreed?” “Yeah,” he said, letting go of his own boner and pulling on his ...