His hand reached out for mine, and he pulled it towards him, placing it between his legs, where, with a thrill of surprise and excitement, I realized he had an erection. Gently, he pulled back from our kiss, and whispered softly in my ear.
“Do you know what to do?”
“Yes,” I lied, blushing fiercely.
Of course, I did not. I had been playing with myself for the longest time, before I even knew there was anything s****l about it, I did it because I was bored, or nervous, or angry, or any other feeling that was too big to hold inside and needed to be vented somehow.
He smiled, and took my hand, removing it.
“It’s okay.”
“I want to,” I replied with fierce embarrassment.
I had been alarmed when I first started to ejaculate whilst touching myself. Before, it had just been this thing that fe
