A condom is not used in this story. This story is a fantasy. Always protect yourself properly in the real world! All participants are 18 or older.
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It seems like a month has gone by while waiting for the weekend to arrive. My last 'lesson' with my tutor, Mr. Fulton, was an amazing one, for sure. He helped me to lose my virginity! Well, at least a part of my virginity got taken by Tad...by 'Dad', as he likes me to call him. I felt like masturbating every hour during these days of waiting to see him again; but my willpower to save it all up has been real strong. I just hope I don't blow too soon, like the last time!
"Douglas, Son, it's good to see you. Though my other students have kept me...busy...I have missed you dearly these past few days. Come in. One of your Brothers is here, and anxious to meet you. I've told him about the progress you are making with your lessons. His name is Peter."
"Hey! Peter here. Nice to meet you, Doug! " I extend my hand to reach for the one he is holding out for me. Peter is in his briefs. I am having a hard time controlling where my eyes go as they are darting everywhere, desperately trying to take in his body all at once.
"Sit, boys. Douglas -- you'll have plenty of time to focus on the lessons of today, go slow, Son, but seeing your enthusiasm certainly is uplifting to our spirits." Yeah. I am blushing again. By now, Dad is probably used to it, but because he picked up on how hot I am for Peter, well, I just hope Peter doesn't think I'm a desperate dork.
"Peter, while your Brother disrobes, let's have you take the platform, naked, so he can practice some sketching." Taking my clothes off for Dad is now easy, but Peter, my Brother, has me all worked up. He is standing on the platform like a perfect visage of the guy I always hoped I'd become. Also my age, 18, or maybe a year older, he has a magazine perfect body...all proportioned just right, with bulges in all the right places. Although he is soft, he is a good 'show-er' at about six inches. It looks like his big nuts are as swollen as mine are!
"Douglas. Sit here." Dad is pulling a chair up for me - right in front of Peter. "Do a quick sketch of you Brother." I start to drag the pencil to the top of the pad, making a circle for his head. "No, no. Do the difficult parts. The hairs and shading of Peter's crotch are what you need to focus on." He doesn't have to tell me twice!
"Dad, I've got his pubic hairs pretty good, but how do I get the roundness of his...of his..." I am embarrassed to even say it.
"Of his testicles, Son? Yes, they certainly are nice and round - and full!" With that, I watch in awe as Dad is moving toward Peter. He is reaching out, and slowly takes my Brothers sack into the palm of his hand, lifting both orbs upward, and making them swell under the skin.
"Now you can easily see the size and texture of these beauties. I'll hold them for you while you sketch. Take your time, Douglas. Go for all of the details. Take in the moist look of the tight skin, how these small veins seem to pop out as I squeeze the bundle, and notice these few hairs near the bottom." WACK!
I just flinched because of the sound made when Dad's hand slapped my Brothers' nut sack! Peter is doubling over a bit, but he is also smiling now. WTF?
"Peter knows to shave better than this, Son. You will too, in time. And don't be alarmed by my brutishness with his sack. It is just part of our lessons, right, Peter?" Still smiling, Peter is nodding his approval. My Dad is getting something from a nearby shelf.
"It's a tweezers, Douglas. Pubic hair on the torso is a work of art, but those on the sack must be completely removed to show the glory of the genitals. Watch closely as I remedy this." Okay. I really do not want to watch this.
"Anhh!" That's Peter grunting, because Dad has started to pull out the stray hairs from his tightly held ball sack. "Dad, I..."
"It's alright, Peter. This will be a reminder for you to shave properly before your lessons. You won't forget again, will you?" Dad is continuing to grab the hairs, one at a time, and yank them from the skin.
"NO! I mean, no, Dad, I won't forget." Peter is grimacing. So am I. I can feel his pain.But while I have been concentrating on drawing his nut sack - and doing a decent job of it - I just noticed that through his ordeal of the hair pulling, his cock has become rigid. My Brother is a grower, as well as a show-er. I bet he has reached seven or eight inches. He's thick, too. And uncut. I have a cut cock. Now I can see his dickhead, because the whole boner is at its biggest possible length.
"There. That's better." Peter is nodding. I nod, too. My Dad is looking over at my sketch. "Good work, Douglas! You have captured the essence of your Brothers' beauty. Now, render the phallus as well, and we will then move on." Dad is letting Peter's sack return to rest between his muscled thighs. I catch my breath as I see him fist Peter's shaft, and hold it straight out toward my face! I really can't see the shaft, because the swollen head is too close to me.
"But I can't see..."
"No matter. Just take in the tip. Give us a good sketch of the slit, and be sure to show how plump and swollen the head is. Here, some pressure will....Ah! Wonderful! Just in time for you to capture the image! A large and clear dewdrop of 'flow' at your Brothers' slit!" Dad has a real strong grip on Peter's shaft - kind of like a motionless jelk - and the cockhead is getting real bright red. I know it must hurt him, so I am sketching quickly, but Peter does not seem to mind. He seems to enjoy his...pain.
"Done. I'm done." Dad roughly flings the cock out of his grip.
"Nice. Let's continue. Peter, I am certain that Douglas is wondering about the pain I have caused you. How do you feel about it?"
"I love it, Dad! You've taught me that as long as no permanent harm is done, I can actually enjoy a decent level of sexual pain and perceive it as, well, as pleasure!"
"Exactly right. Now Douglas, now that your sketching is done for the day, let's continue your 'other' lessons, shall we?" I nod quickly. I have had a boner since first sitting close to Peter. My briefs have been tenting to the max. They are also showing a nice big spot of wetness.
"Peter is one of my best students, Doug. In fact, I may whittle down my tutoring to just the two of you from now on. You, Son, have kindled in me a desire to...teach...that I can hardly contain! Let's get you and Peter better acquainted, now. Douglas, take hold of the shaft as I did. Good." Damn, Peter sure is rigid! His stiffy is difficult to move in any direction, except straight forward.
"Your hand feels good on me, Brother. Can he suck me now, Dad?" Peter and I both look to Dad for his approval.
"And just who is leading this class, young man?" Dad is laughing real hard. His smock is also showing a wet spot. He catches me eyeing his crotch; and is unbuttoning the tunic. It falls to the floor at his feet. Dad is hard. Peter is hard. I am hard.
"Take your Brother with your mouth, Son. Show him what you showed me you can do with those throat muscles of yours." I am giving Dad a puzzled look. "I know. Don't worry. You will soon have me as well!" Good. Now I can really go at this.
