The Art of Learning (illustrated letter)
Later on that week my aunt explained additional ways I could apply the techniques she had taught me.
I wasted no time in trying to put them in practice.
The first guy I tried it with was my older brother--he was 19 at the time.
At first he didn't know what had hit me--why I was paying so much attention to him, being his friend, talking about sex.
Eventually I made my first move. First, he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world and never even realized how within a few weeks I had him in the palm of my hand. I could get him to do just about whatever favors I wanted (e.g., clean my room, give me baths, take me along surfing, or what have you).
In the evenings when our parents were out, I'd have him lick me-- back and front--for hours.
All he'd get was one come just before I was ready to go to sleep. And this was always by hand--sometimes his own while I watched or played with his balls.
He'd beg me to blow him or even to screw him, and I never said no but just kept putting him off.
As I said before, he thought he never had it so good.