Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 20:01:41 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Joey's  Awakening  2

This is the second chapter in my ongoing story and I am attempting to add
a little more human feeling to the story, so if you have read some of my
other stories please write me a comment on this one story, good or bad
just need the comments to determine if what I am trying is working or
not.  Write me at chartoe@aol.com


			   Joey's  Awakening  2

	I had a wild dream that night after jerking off and falling asleep.
All I could remember about the dream was sucking on cock and having my own
sucked on.  It only took about five jerks on my hard cock before I shot a
load of cum into my sheets.  I laid back and just thought about what had
happened that night and realized I might meet Mr. Jones in just a couple
days.  He had asked me when I would be home alone and since it was Thursday
I was sure he would come over on Saturday.
	My mother was fixing some breakfast when I headed into the bathroom
to clean up for school.  As I was coming out she called and said breakfast
was ready.  I felt a little funny about seeing her after what had happened
but figured I had to face her sometime.  I was just sure she could see a
difference in me, but she acted as she always did.  If anything she seemed
a little withdrawn and wouldn't look right at me.  I got through breakfast
and headed off to school.
	My cock was not cooperating and I was sure glad I had worn the
tight briefs.  They managed to keep my hard on from showing as I walked the
few blocks to school.  I kept thinking about what I had discovered and was
also trying to figure out if all men were like Mr. Jones.  I was beginning
to look at the ones I noticed and couldn't help but look at their crotch
when I got close to them.  Got a few cheep thrills when several of the men
reached down and scratched their balls or cock as I walked by.  I am sure
they didn't do that for me but it did give my cock a little charge.
	All day during my classes I continued to think about cocks.  Was
really wandering about how different cocks looked and the different sizes.
Every man that I noticed during the day was stripped in my mind but no
matter how hard I tried I couldn't picture what their cocks looked like.
There was a growing desire to see each cock and my cock really needed some
attention.  I finally had to ask my history teacher who happened to be male
if I could go to the restroom.  He was reluctant to let me go since it was
just after lunch and I should have gone then.  The more he talked at me the
harder my cock was getting and it had almost become too painful to bear.
	Mr. Lewis was probably in his 50's and as far as I could remember
he wasn't married.  He wasn't that good looking of a man but not what you
would call ugly either.  He was about five feet ten and was many pounds
away from being in shape.  He didn't have a beer gut or anything like that
but he did have a stomach that protruded out over his pants.  At one time
during his life he probably was an athletic looking guy.  He had a round
looking face that unless he was really mad at us always had a nice smile on
it.
	He finally gave in and told me I could go and when I looked up at
him he seemed to have just a faint smile across his face.  This almost made
me loose my load right there in my pants.  I could see my cock sliding in
and out between those full lips that formed that smile.  He noticed my
discomfort as I tried to straighten up to leave and asked if I was going to
be ok.  I said I would be fine as I started quickly toward the door.
	I was glad that as I walked down the row of stalls that I didn't
see any doors closed which would have meant someone was there.  I went to
the last stall and quickly dropped my pants as my cock sprang out of my
underwear.  The head was leading pre cum, which was new to me, I had seen
pre cum before on my cock but it was normally after I had played with it a
bit.  I grabbed my cock and started jerking fiercely as I let out a long
moan of pleasure.  I couldn't hold back and really felt no reason to do so
as my cock erupted.  I shot several streams of cum.  Some landed in the
toilet while some of it shot past it onto the wall.  I continued to pump as
the waves of pleasure almost made my legs buckle with each discharge.
	I slowly stopped pumping as my cock became soft but not completely.
I took some tissue and cleaned my cock and hand before cleaning the wall.
I was tempted to leave it on the wall but decided against that.  I slowly
recovered the energy that seems always to leave a guy when he has an orgasm
and arranged my shirt and pants and headed back to class.  Just as I got
back to the room the bell rang and I had to move out of the way of all the
kids rushing out of the room.
	Mr. Lewis noticed me coming back into the room and grinned as I
gathered my books.  He asked if I was all right as I started past his desk.
I told him I was fine and he reached up and rubbed my head, which was
something, he did to many of the guys in the class.  He looked down at me
and said he was glad but I had better close the barn door before the
animals got out.  It took me a second to understand what he was talking
about and I could feel the heat on my face as I turned red.  I looked down
and noticed my zipper was open but fortunately for me it wasn't open enough
to show my underwear.
	He giggled a little as I quickly zipped my pants and told me I
should hurry to my next class.  I headed to the gym since my next class was
PE and started thinking I was lucky I had just jerked off or I would be the
one the guys would be laughing at for having the tented underwear.  When I
got to the locker room most of the guys had dressed out and were heading
into the gym.  I quickly removed my shirt and pulled my gym shirt on which
like everyone else would hang down half way between our waist and knees.
This helped cover our underwear when we pulled our pants down before we put
our shorts on.  This particular day I was thankful it did because when I
looked down there was a large wet spot right where the head of my cock was.
	Gym class was not easy because the coach always wore those tight
stretch-coaching shorts and when I looked at him I could see the outline of
his cock.  I managed to get my mind to think about all the balls being
thrown while we were playing dodge ball and before I knew it, it was time
for class to be over.  I had a test and a lot of class work in the
following classes so my cock didn't become a problem until school was out.
	I caught myself looking at the bus drivers that were waiting for
their riders to get on.  Then there was the crossing cop and a few other
men I noticed working in their yards.  I decided to stop by Mr. Smith's
store that was along my way home.  It was just a general store that also
had a small counter where he sold ice cream and sodas.  Mr. Smith was a
real old man with a beard that he kept clipped short around his round face.
I had known him for as long as I could remember and we always had little
chats about school and family.
	I did know he had some children but they all were grown and lived
far away with their own families.  His wife had passed away before I even
knew him so he really enjoyed any time he could chat with someone.  We had
chatted many times about the store and my school and on some occasions he
had kidded me about a girlfriend.  I felt pretty comfortable talking to him
about almost anything.
	He greeted me with his usually "how was my day going".  I said it
was all right and sat down at the end of the counter and he handed me a
soda like he did all the time.  He turned to help someone at the other end
of the counter and I watched him as he walked away.  This was the first
time I had ever even thought of Mr. Smith and the fact that he had had sex.
The fact that he had children and had been married was proof that he had.
It was something that had never crossed my mind.
	My cock immediately got hard as I started thinking of Mr. Smith and
what his cock probably looked like.  He bent over to get something from
beneath the counter and I could see his heavy looking balls outlined by his
pants as they were pulled up tight against him.  When he stood up he
reached back and pulled at his pants, giving his balls some relief I was
sure.  He handed the woman something and took her money as she left the
store.  He placed the money in the till and turned back to me.
	I took a couple deep sips of my coke hoping it would cause my cock
to do down.  As Mr. Smith got closer I continued to look at his crotch and
when he pulled up the bottom of his apron to wipe his hands I could see the
large bulge in the front of his pants.
	"So what has been going on in your life?"  He asked as he rested
his arms on the counter in front of me.
	I told him nothing new, but I guess since I was not as quick as
usual responding that he knew something was on my mind.  He looked at me
again and just asked if I was sure.  I tried to answer but I couldn't bring
myself to lie to him.  He grinned and told me if it was something I didn't
want to talk about that it was all right.  He said he understood there were
things that people didn't like to talk to others about.  He then added that
if I wanted to talk about it he would listen and help if he could.
	I sat there for a few minutes just thinking if there was any way I
could talk to him about what had happened.  He started adjusting some
things on the shelves behind him and just waited for a response from me.  I
cleared my throat and slowly managed to ask him if it was all right if we
could talk about sex.  He had to ask me again what I had said because I had
only whispered the word sex.  He had a grin come across his face and said
he figured it was something along that nature that had me acting a little
different today.
	He looked right at me and told me that there probably wasn't
anything I could ask him that either he had not wandered about of his sons
had not asked about.  I still wasn't sure since before last night I myself
had never thought about what had happened to me.  He could see I was still
thinking about asking anything so he started the conversation.
	He asked if my problem had anything to do with a girl.  I giggled
and told him no it didn't.  He said then it must have something to do with
playing with my cock.  I blushed and looked down and he giggled a little.
He said it was nothing to be ashamed about.  He said all boys and even men
play with themselves.  That statement made me feel a bit easier but even
though he was close he hadn't really gotten to the main topic.
	I guess he figured there was more so he went on to ask if I had
been playing around with one of my friends from school.  I told him not
exactly and I guess he figured from that that I had at least been playing
with another male.  He then became a little concerned and asked if someone
older had been making me do something I didn't want to.  I told him that it
was nothing like that.  He just looked at me and told me that he was out of
questions and the only way we could talk about it was if I told him what it
was.
	I took a couple more sips from my cock and started by saying that
my mother had had a visitor last night and that he had come into the
bathroom when I was there.  I figured Mr. Smith was going to say something
but just wanted for me to continue.  I told him that I had seen this man's
cock and I had gotten hard while watching him pee.  I took another drink
and a deep breath as I told Mr. Smith that the man came to my room later
that night and I managed to tell him about everything that happened.
	Mr. Smith had a blank look on his face and I couldn't tell if he
was mad or sad or what.  He finally asked if I liked what the man had done
to me and if I was hoping to see the man again.  I couldn't say it but I
did nod my head that I did.  He said he guess that was only natural since I
had enjoyed it.  He looked at me and asked exactly what was the problem
then.  I told him that all day I had been daydreaming about what the cocks
looked like on the men that I saw.  I even told him I had gotten hard when
I sat down and started thinking about him.
	He paused a minute and just looked at me and told me that I had to
be careful with whom I talked to about this because there are some men out
there that would take me and hurt me.  He asked if I understood what he was
saying to me.  I got a little scared and told him I was pretty sure I knew
what he was talking about.  I waited a few seconds before asking him if he
thought he would hurt me if we did what I did last night.
	This time I noticed his face turn a little red but also noticed he
switched his legs as if he was allowing his cock and balls to adjust.  He
looked at me and said he was sure he wouldn't hurt me but wasn't too sure
it would ever happen.  I asked him why not and for a minute he thought
about something to say but couldn't come up with a good reason why he
couldn't.  I finally told him there was no reason unless he just didn't
want too.  I then added that I really would like to see what his cock and
balls looked like.
	He giggled and told me that I really didn't want to see his old
wrinkled cock and balls all covered with gray hair.  The picture in my mind
was almost too much as I pressed down on my hard cock.  He laughed and said
it looked like I had it real bad and looked around.  He asked if I was sure
I wanted to see and that if he did show me that I didn't have to show him
his.  I got all excited and was raising up on my stool when he told me to
settle down and to go put the closed sign on the door and lock it.
	When I did that and returned to the counter he had removed his
apron and told me to follow him upstairs.  Once I got up there I realized
that Mr. Smith lived above his store.  We went into his bedroom and I sat
down on the foot of his bed.  He removed his shoes and slowly unbuckled his
belt and let his pants fall to the floor.  He looked at me and asked again
if I was sure I wanted to see his cock.  I could see his underwear starting
to expand in the front and was too excited to stop him even if I had wanted
too.
	I grabbed my own pants and pushed them down as he placed his
fingers inside the waistband of his shorts.  As he bent over to push his
shorts down I reached inside mine and started stroking my cock as I waited
to see his.  He stood up and I first noticed his low hanging balls before I
noticed his semi hard cock about six inches long and the thickest cock I
had ever seen.  I gasped as my hand started moving faster inside my shorts.
	He told me to slow down or I would be shooting in my shorts.  I
figured this was an invitation to remove them.  I was out of them before he
could tell me not too and my hard cock was pressed against my stomach as I
took it in my hand and started jerking again.  I reached out and gently
bounced his balls in my hand.  He tried to tell me to stop but before he
finished the sentence he had changed his mind.  His cock was still growing
and I noticed a clear drop of liquid forming on the slit that was exposed
outside his foreskin.
	Without even thinking I dropped down and licked the pre cum off and
tasted it.  It two was sweet but did have a little different taste to it
than that I had tasted the night before.  He moaned just before reaching up
and pulling his foreskin all the way back.  This caused some more pre cum
to ooze out of his cock.  I wasted no time cleaning it up for him and then
proceeded to suck the head of his cock into my mouth.  He grabbed my head
and thrust his hips forward a few times before stopping to make sure I was
all right.
	He said we should move up on the bed as he pulled his cock out of
my mouth.  He laid back and had me turn in the opposite way and straddle
his head.  As I leaned over he sucked my cock into his mouth and I almost
shot my load at that very moment.  I caught my breath and leaned down over
his hard cock and sucked as much as I could into my mouth.  He moaned and
increased his own action on my cock.  I wasn't sure who was the most
excited at that moment but wasn't going to stop.
	I felt him try and push me off of his cock but I knew he was about
to shoot his load and there was no way he was getting me off of his cock.
He moaned a couple times as I felt his cock swell and just as it pulsed I
swallowed it down my throat.  I felt the hot cum against my throat and
swallowed again.  I was able to pull his cock out and catch the last few
streams in my mouth.  Just at that time I felt my own cock start to shoot
and enjoyed Mr. Smith's mouth and tongue as he sucked and licked on my cock
until it was finished.
	He rolled me off of him and let out a deep breath as he breathed
deeply while trying to catch his breath.  He rubbed my ass as he slowly
recovered.  I pushed my ass up against his hand and he slowly pushed a
finger down in the crack.  He rolled over where he could watch and
continued to play with my crack with his hand.  He asked if the other guy
had done anything to my ass and I told him what he had done with his
finger.
	He told me to stay where I was as he got up and went to the
bathroom.  He returned with a jar of Vaseline and told me we would see just
how much fun we could have with my ass.  He spread a generous amount on his
finger and rubbed it on my asshole before pushing his finger inside.  There
was a little pain but it disappeared as fast as it had started.  He pushed
his finger in and out of my ass until it couldn't go any deeper.  I felt a
little more pressure as he forced a second finger in me.  I grunted from
the pressure but started pumping my ass on his finger.  He continued this
for a few minutes before adding a third finger.
	He finally said it looked like I was ready for a real man's cock up
my ass by the way I was fucking his fingers.  I just grinned as he pulled
me over to the edge of the bed and I noticed with his other hand he was
rubbing some Vaseline on his now hard cock.  He pulled my legs up high and
pushed them toward my head.  This position allowed his fingers to move in
and out of me even easier.  He removed his fingers and I felt the head of
his cock pressing against my asshole.  He asked if I was ready but I wasn't
sure what he was talking about.
	With one quick thrust of his hips the head and a few inches of his
thick cock forced its way inside me.  I yelled out from the pain and he
stopped right where he was.  He asked if I wanted him to pull out.  I told
him yeah that it hurt too much so he slowly started pulling himself back.
Just at the time the head was about to pop out I told him to put it back
in.  He didn't hesitate as he forced even more of his cock back inside me.
There was some pain but not as much as the first time.  The more he pumped
the less pain there was.  I felt that wonderful feeling a guy gets as the
pressure builds up just before shooting his load.
	I wanted to jerk on my cock but he kept telling me to leave it
alone as he picked up his pace and was beginning to push his hips around
from side to side as he drove his cock deep inside me.  It was all I could
do to not reach up and stroke my cock but I was provided some relief as
Mr. Smith started pumping real fast.  I felt the first stream of cum flying
through my cock as Mr. Smith let out a grunt of his own.
	I felt the heat of his cum spreading around in my ass as my own cum
continued to shoot up between us.  Mr. Smith's face was red and showed the
pressure it took to force his orgasm out of his body.  With each blast of
hot cum I noticed his face relaxed a little and he began to slow down.  He
leaned over on top of me and before I knew it he was kissing me.  We kissed
for several minutes before his cock slowly worked its way out of me.  I
felt so empty and I could feel his cum leaking out.
	He stood up but held my legs up as he looked down between them.  He
let me know that there was no blood so I was all right, plus it looked like
I really enjoyed getting fucked and sucking too.  He told me to stay where
I was as he left and got a wet rag and a towel and first cleaned my ass
then my stomach and chest.  Once we were both cleaned up he sat back up on
the bed and pulled me into him.  He asked if I felt all right with what we
had done or was I confused.
	I told him I was a little unsure about what we had done but enjoyed
it.  He said that was good and if it was all right with me that he would
love to do it any time I wanted and he was able too.  He then said that
next time he would let me know what it felt like to fuck.  He said he would
be sure to let me fuck his man pussy if I wanted too.  I said that would be
fun and reached down and played with his limp cock.  He told me it probably
wouldn't get hard for some time now.
	He touched my cock and it almost instantly jumped to attention.  He
told me to stand up in front of him.  When I did he sucked my cock into his
mouth and told me to fuck his face.  I started pumping slowly at first then
grabbed his head with both hands and started pumping faster.  Within
minutes I was building up too my third orgasm since we had been in his
bedroom.  He clamped down with his mouth as I picked up pace.  Within
minutes I was groaning and letting my cock erupt inside his mouth.  I
produced less and it was a much shorter orgasm than before but had the same
results as I collapsed on the bed.
	After a few minutes Mr. Smith helped me dress and we went back
downstairs to the store and I finished off my coke before telling him I had
to leave.  He said he would be glad to see me anytime I could come by and
hoped he had helped satisfy my hunger for a little while.
	I walked home with a big grin on my face just thinking about all
the fun I had had and the idea that I could do that almost every day if
Mr. Smith wasn't too busy.  The big thing running through my mind was that
tomorrow would be Saturday and I was sure Mr. Jones would be coming to see
me.