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Subject: Joey's Journey pt ail All regular disclaimers apply. Leave now if you are not 18. Please donate to Nifty. I bet you'll agree that the most common question in gay chat rooms is "How old were you on your first time? " Here is my story. . I was walking home from church one sunny Sunday morning. I was so proud of myself for being responsible and letting mom know that I'm a big boy now, even though I was only 12. The other kids in my Sunday school class walked in the opposite direction so I walked alone. We lived in a quiet neighborhood and people were trusting of each other. On that particular Sunday I was even more excited getting home because mom had cooked my favorite meal. The priest must've seen me hurry along and he stopped by the side of the road to offer me a ride. I saw that he was still in his robes when he stopped next to me. Father Timothy was a very kind man with a heart of gold. I didn't hesitate to climb in the car. But then Father Timothy turned down another street, not the one I walk. "We're going the wrong way Father " I said in my sweet little boy voice. Puberty hadn't set in yet. "It's OK Joey it's just a different route home. I want to talk to you about something. " I was all ears when Father Timothy spoke. I was taught to be silent, listen and obey Father izmit escort bayan Timothy. "Because you don't have a daddy your mom asked me to talk to you about some man to man stuff. " We stopped by the lake and Father Timothy turned toward me. "Have you been having strange feelings in your body when you see girls? " I kept silent and nodded yes. It was true that whenever I saw our neighbors daughter, Emma, something funny would happen in my tummy and my private parts would grow a little bigger and harder. "Joey, things are going to start happening to your body. Not bad things but things that will make you a man. " "Do you have hair on your private parts yet? Growing hair in that place will be the first change you notice. Do you have hair there Joey " "Yes I do Father" and I smiled and nodded. "Do you have hair father? " I asked very shyly. Out of pure innocent curiosity. "Yes Joey I do. Do you want to see? " there was a strange look in his eyes. I shook my head to say "No" but then Father Timothy said "Let's show each other. Then you can see what it will look like when you are a man" "I don't want to do that Father. I'm scared. What will happen if I don't like it? " "It's OK Joey it can't hurt to look. Now take off your pants first and then I'll take off mine. " I did izmit eve gelen escort as I was told. My small penis was resting in my red undies as I slowly pulled my pants down and then my undies. My private parts were not very big, I was only 12 after all. There wasn't any hair just little pieces of fluff like on a baby chicken. Father Timothy let his hand run under my boy penis and he softly squeezed my little tight balls. It tickled and I got that funny feeling in my tummy. He rubbed his palm over my private parts and then he took off his pants. I was shocked. It was long and thick and the front part was shiny and gooey. "You must touch it now Joey. Feel what a man's cock feels like. " He grabbed my hand. I didn't want to touch him I was scared. I pulled my hand away and asked "What is a cock Father ". "That is what grown up people call their willy. Now be a good boy and touch it." I wanted to be a good boy and so I rested my hand on his cock. He reached over and took my boy cock between his thumb and forefinger and he rubbed it up and down. My little floppy cock started to get hard. My boy balls got tighter. Some strange feeling was happening in my toes. I told this to Father Timothy and he stopped. The he took my hand and wrapped it around izmit otele gelen escort his big cock. One hand was not enough and so he took my other hand as well. He started doing what he did to me and my boy penis grew hard again. "You carry on like that Joey and I'm going to play with you again. " Just like before he started playing with my little cock. I got that feeling in my tummy again and then my legs went numb and something happened in my toes. By now Father Timothy had his one hand wrapped around mine and was moving it up and down, faster and faster. My body started to shake. It went wild. The feeling was good and he kept on rubbing. My legs stiffened against the dash board. I couldn't breathe properly and my boy balls were aching. "You can't make juice yet Joey, but that will happen soon" Father Timothy said through the quick deep breathes he was taking. "It's going to look like this" he gasped, arched his back and then suddenly a lot of gooey stuff shot into the air. I let go of his big fat cock just as he started to drip the gooey stuff on my hand. "Smell it Joey. " I did but it smelt like dirty underwear. I was not pleased. He cleaned himself up with tissues he kept under the seat. On the way home Father Timothy said "You did good Joey. But don't be naughty and tell your mom what we did. If she asks just tell her we talked privately. " That was my first experience with sex. But not my last. Father Timothy had a lot of lessons he still wanted to teach me. If you guys would like to read more about Joey's journey through puberty. Let me know.