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A Boy's Erotic Education

by Elmer B. Ben

Copyright© 2025 by Elmer B. Ben

Erotica Sex Story: A young man, left with his aunt and her friend, becomes aroused by his aunt’s friend exhibitionism and so the erotic story begins...

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   FemaleDom   Light Bond   Spanking   Cream Pie   Enema   Exhibitionism   First   Fisting   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Voyeurism   Doctor/Nurse   Hairy   .

I have since recovered from my earlier submissiveness and, in fact, assumed the opposite role to some extent. But I have never forgotten my earlier years and the education I received from my aunt’s friend, Nurse Adrian.

It was because of Adrian that I learned the wonders of a woman’s body and, moreover, the appreciation for the exquisite pleasure that flows forth from a woman’s favor. By first education of submissiveness and obedience to the female who dominated my earliest sexual experience, I learned valuable lessons that would stand me in good stead for the rest of my life.

Adrian taught me reverence for sexuality and opened a magic world of pleasure for me for which I shall be forever grateful. Since my parents had come into a sizable windfall and could now afford their heart’s desire, they decided to spend a good portion of it on the world trip they had always dreamed of.

Not having had a real honeymoon and using the short two weeks they both received for vacation the year they were married, they used the entire time for the preparation and the wedding and only a short trip to the Poconos. Now was their chance to make up for that, and they did.

The fact that this did not include me did not bother me in the least; there were always the school trips, one an essay contest whose prize was a trip to the British Isles, another, a science club offered a trip to Africa; all I had to do was save up for that. That would be easy with my parents’ help.

I did not want to interfere with their dream anyhow. My time would come for such luxuries, especially considering the returns from the investment of their newly acquired largesse.

Since they did not plan to return until after the beginning of the new school year, this was an additional reason I was left behind. I can’t say, at that age, I would be interested in a globetrotting adventure either. That I was left with my mother’s brother’s widow, Regina, presented an unknown. I liked Regina well enough.

She had not remarried after Uncle Karl passed away three years ago and had remained in the old oceanfront residence where they had spent most of their married years. It was just that I was unfamiliar with the New England community there, and I wondered if staying the best part of a year with my middle-aged aunt by marriage would be a very boring experience. There were, after all, no other teenagers who lived close by, nor any I knew in the nearby small fishing village.

Nonetheless, I was left, suitcases and all, at her place. That I was not the only guest did not become apparent until I met Aunt Adrian’s friend and confidante, Nurse Adrian Carruthers. The first time I saw Adrian was as she lay on a chaise lounge on the top deck of Aunt Regina’s house. The deck that faced the ocean and the curved shoreline of Ocean Point, Adrian laid back sunbathing herself, completely naked, her head resting on a large overstuffed pillow, an open magazine laid across her face shielding her eyes from the sunlight.

It was just an accident that I discovered her in this way. I had unpacked and carefully put my clothes and personal possessions away in the large walk-in closet and dresser in my room. I had always considered myself fastidious in this regard and spent some time doing it before I went down the hallway to the doorway that entered upon the deck.

I wanted to get a long look at the spectacular view of the ocean and the Point before I went downstairs to get the light lunch and lemonade Aunt Regina had promised. She had not mentioned Adrian, and to see this other, female guest especially in such a revealing manner, was quite a surprise, a very stimulating surprise indeed.

Adrian was thirty plus years old, about 5’5” or 5’6” busty and very curvy. She had shoulder-length medium brown hair and, to my surprised and happy eyes, a luxuriant brown bush of pubic hair. At eighteen years old, I had never seen a completely naked woman, except in the few Playboy and Penthouse magazines I had come across. This was better. Adrian, in some ways, did not look as good as the models in the magazines. In more important ways, she looked better. She was real, she was there, and she certainly was not just a picture.

Missing the ocean view completely, I feasted my eyes on her reclining figure. My prick started to throb, and I was considering standing there looking at her and masturbating myself to completion while the opportunity still presented itself. Just about then, she stirred and lowered the magazine sunshield. I dropped back into the hallway and quickly made my way to the stairs before she saw me.

Aunt Regina introduced us at lunch. By that time, Adrian had put on a loose-fitting tank top and a nondescript pair of short shorts. She had on a pair of canvas jogging shoes and had pulled her thick hair back in a ponytail. Her appearance was in some ways unremarkable, but the picture of her naked was imprinted on my mind.

That Adrian remained careless in her comport around an adolescent male such as myself was, at once, surprising and a welcome occurrence. She never closed the bathroom door when showering and often went about the house in a diaphanous gown or in bra and panties only. Surprising also was that Aunt Regina ignored this. I got some wonderful eye candy even in Regina’s presence. Regina seemed to ignore Adrian’s exhibitionism, though; she herself, behaved and dressed rather modestly.

The upshot of this was a dramatic increase in my efforts at voyeurism where it concerned Adrian. Where this was possible, I contented myself with fantasizing about her and masturbating, masturbating excessively perhaps. This resulted in my soiling the bed sheets and the resulting discovery of my heretofore, I thought, clandestine erotic activity.

That I had not noticed not shooting off in the wad of Kleenex, my usual practice, one night and had left an incriminating crusty yellow stain on the bed sheet escaped me entirely, until it was too late. Nothing was said until the next night when I heard a soft rapping on my bedroom door. I sat up in bed and called out, “Come in.”

In stepped Adrian in a white baby doll pajama top with a next-to-nothing bikini bottom. She sat down on the side of my bed and began,”Honey, your aunt noticed something on your bed sheet before she put it in the laundry yesterday.”

I blushed from head to toe, even felt a little panicky. Adrian seemed to notice my discomfiture and placed her soft, warm hand on mine. “It’s all right, dear; it’s natural for a boy your age to need to ejaculate periodically. Do you have wet dreams, dear?”

I didn’t want to tell her that I didn’t have very many wet dreams lately since I spent so much of my time jacking off and daydreaming about her when I did. I stammered out some kind of answer about being sorry it happened and that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Of course, it will happen again, sweetheart. It is necessary that it happen. Do you ever ... you know, play with your thing to make it happen?”

I was close to panic.

“Your aunt and I have been discussing the matter, and we think, since I am a nurse, it would be good to give you an examination, an examination to see whether...”

I gulped, “an examination? By you?”

“Of course, dear. It won’t hurt any, I assure you, and afterwards, perhaps some instruction in ... well, in sex.”

The panic subsided and was replaced by a tingling, throbbing, aching hard-on.

“We’ll do that first thing after breakfast in the morning. In the meantime, you get a good night’s rest.”

She said that knowing I would not get a good night’s rest thinking about what she had said.

“Good night now, dear.”

She then did the worst, or best, thing she could do, depending on one’s point of view. She bent over me and gave me a light kiss on my lips, her soft brown hair brushing my face as she did so. That I got a long look at her breasts and the tanned expanse of her belly from the viewpoint of her cleavage did not lessen the need I felt at that moment.

As much as I wanted, I did not masturbate that night, fearful she would discover the fact in the morning; but I did have a wet dream. The force of my cumming nearly made me fall out of bed. I sprayed my spunk all over the bed sheet and my pajamas as well. Worse yet, my gun kept going off, pumping a huge load onto the Berber rug at my bedside and onto my hand as I tried to contain the flow.

As to the dream, I only remember there was something about her being naked and bending over the bed, kissing me. I had looked down between her full bosoms when she had bent over and had seen her pussy lips protruding, wet and pink and inviting from that copious bush of curly brown cunt hair. I had shot off when her lips had touched mine.

Morning came, and I went downstairs, furtively, hoping Aunt Regina didn’t know what the morning was to bring for me, hoping Adrian would not be there yet, or at least she would not have mentioned anything to my aunt about last night. Luckily, Aunt Regina was alone and acted as if nothing had happened.

Breakfast passed uneventfully, and Aunt Regina mentioned she needed to go to the markets for groceries and things. “I understand Adrian has some plans for you. Well, I hope you have a good time. I will be gone for some time. I think I’ll drop by my friend Carole’s for a while, and we may have lunch together at that new place at Land’s End.”

 
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