Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I was 10 when my mom got married to her 2nd husband, a man named Brian. We took to each other right away, he was more like a friend than a parent. Mom seemed to like that. She was always encouraging us to do things together and loved for the three of us to go out to eat, go on short trips, and other activities.
One time, shortly after my 11th birthday, I was looking for my hairbrush. It wasn’t in my bathroom and I couldn’t remember where I had left it. I asked mom if she had seen it and she told me it was up in her & Brian’s bathroom. She had borrowed it the night before when she couldn’t find hers. This was on a Sat. morning so everybody was at home, just being lazy. Mom was in the kitchen sipping coffee and reading the paper. Brian was still asleep in their bed. I went upstairs to get my brush. Their bathroom was right off their bedroom. I entered very quietly so as not to wake him and tiptoed into the bathroom. Brian was on his side, snoring away, facing toward me with the covers down below his waist. At first I couldn’t find my brush so I looked in a couple of drawers and finally found it. I turned to go back out and when I entered the bedroom to leave I got the shock of my young life. He had rolled over on his back and his DICK had worked its way out of his boxer shorts. It was just out there, fully exposed to my view. At first I didn’t know what to do, I was a little confused, a little scared, and yes, a little excited. Not necessarily in a sexual way, just the fact that I was looking at a man’s most private part. I walked closer to the bed to get a better look, being very quiet. It was just laying there on display. It was soft of course but I would estimate that it was about 5 inches and looked pretty thick. My friends had talked about boys’ “things” before and I had a couple of friends who had seen their fathers naked and one who had watched her brother masturbate. They all had gone into detail about what their dicks looked like but the one who watched her brother had held her two index fingers apart about 8 inches when describing its length. I remember thinking that Brian’s wasn’t that long but that was before I knew about erections. She had also talked about some thick creamy looking stuff that came out the end of it while he was rubbing his hand on it. All these things were going through my head while I stood there and stared. I wanted to just touch it with the end of my finger to see what it felt like but I was afraid I’d wake him. It also occured to me that I better get back downstairs or mom might wonder what I was doing up there for so long.
Throughout the day I couldn’t get the image of Brian’s penis out of my mind. I remember thinking that it seemed to be getting bigger somehow as I looked but I couldn’t be sure. But as days went by I just kind of accepted it and went on about my life. About 3 weeks later Brian and I were going to the store together for mom and talking as he drove. Out of the blue he asked me if I had found what I was looking for that day I went into their bathroom while he was asleep. At first I didn’t know what he was talking about and he just sat there with a smile on his face. Then it hit me. He knew I was looking at him! Mom always had told me that I turned 4 shades of red when I was embarrased about something and I’m sure that there must have been a couple more of those shades when I realized that he knew I had been staring at his dick. He noticed and started laughing a little. By this time we had pulled into the parking lot at the store. When he stopped, it was in a remote parking area of the lot and I wondered why he had parked there when there were plenty of places closer to the door. He told me that it was ok, that it was just natural childhood curiosity and that he understood. I think I just gave a little giggle when he said that. Then he told me something that shocked me. He said that he had awakened when I came in the room and had opened his eyes slightly and saw that it was me. When I was rummaging around in the bathroom he had turned on his back and pulled his penis out of his shorts, hoping I would see it when I came back in the room! Again I giggled, not knowing what to say or how to react. Then another shocking statement. He asked if I wanted to see it again! I wasn’t expecting this and at first I just giggled (again!) and said “Yeah I guess.” Truthfully I really did but there was that part of me that thought it would be “dirty”. He again reassured me that he knew I was just curious as he pulled down the zipper on his pants. Suddenly there it was, sticking through the opening of his pants. It was definitely bigger that when I had seen it before and I asked him why that was. He was shaking it and rubbing it slightly and by now he was at what I now know to be full erection. He told me that it excited him that day knowing that I was looking at it and if I had stayed another 30 seconds in the bedroom that it would have gotten just like it is now.Then I knew that it wasn’t my imagination that day. It really WAS getting bigger. When he said that, he trust his hips up a little off the seat to give me a full unobstructed view. I was beyond being amazed. I was totally mesmerised as I stared. I also noticed some clear stuff coming out the end of it and running down the shaft. That made me think of what my friend had told me about her brother and the “thick creamy stuff”. I briefly told him the story and asked what she was talking about. He asked me if I wanted to see how that worked. By this time I was totally comfortable with all this and had lost whatever shame or apprehension I had felt, so without hesitation I said yes. He cautioned me about telling anybody and said he would show me if I promised not to breathe a word and I immediately agreed. Then he opened his pants completely, pulled them down a little, and showed me the entire male package. He held up his balls and explained their function and that the stuff was stored in there. I nodded as if I understood but of course I didn’t really. Then he told me to watch as he started to stroke himself. He had leaked out so much of that clear stuff that it provided lubrication for him as his hand pumped on it faster and faster as I watched. He began breathing heavy and told me to look closely, that it was about to happen. Suddenly he groaned a little and a big spurt shot out and hit the steering wheel. Another one landed on the instrument panel cover in front of the speedometer. Some smaller spurts just pulsated out the end and ran down the length of his dick and settled in his pubic hair. When it was over and the stuff stopped coming out, he just leaned back on the head rest and looked over at me. I smiled and said “wow that was cool!” Again he cautioned me about telling anyone and again I assured him I wouldn’t. His gym bag was in the back seat and he reached back and got a dirty t-shirt to clean up the mess with. He fixed himself up and we went in the store to do our shopping.
So, that’s it. Not really my “first time” as far as having actual sex (that didn’t come for a few more years) but it did equip me with a lot of knowledge for later in life. I gave my first handjob when I was 12. It was to a guy 16 and I knew exactly what to do. Now I’m married with two kids of my own. Mom and Brian divorced when I was 16 and I never saw him again but I’ll never forget that experience that Saturday morning as we sat in that remote part of that parking lot.
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