Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 13:24:54 -0600
From: robert brown <rbrown001@cox.net>
Subject: Awakening of Innocence 1

			  AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
			 Part One: The First Nudge

   Other than masturbating, I'd never had a sexual experience with anyone
until one afternoon in the boys' bathroom at high school. At that point and
forever after, sex, for me, became a mutual activity.

   Sitting in a stall, horny and daydreaming, I had a partial hard on,
which I was idly scratching to get harder.  Hearing a noise in the next
stall, I noticed on the floor at my feet the shadow of the boy in the stall
next to me.  Apparently he was watching over the partition into my stall.

   Having the biggest dick in my school, I was used to being stared at,
whether naked or even in tight fitting clothes.  I'd had to adjust to that
early in life and, by adolescence, actually enjoyed it. I considered this
just another opportunity to show it off. Stretching my legs out again, I
began to stroke my already swollen dick up even larger, pleased that the
shadow did not move, but wishing I could see the look on his face.

   Suddenly I felt something push against my foot. Looking down, I saw a
hand coming under the partition, motioning to me. Around the boy's wrist
was a woven hemp bracelet with a nugget of blue turquoise worked into it.
Looking at the stone, I knelt down in my stall, but didn't know exactly
what to do. He seemed to want me to come closer to the stall, but I
hesitated, not knowing why.

   Touching my knee, he gently guided me closer and closer to the partition
until I could no longer see my dick, which by then was much limper, even
occasionally touching the floor at I knelt. I suddenly became very nervous
as I waited, almost fearful what might happen.

   Suddenly I felt the warm caress of a hand closing snugly around my
thick, flaccid dick. I froze, holding my breath, pulling back slowly from
the sensation. No one had ever held my dick in his hand before, especially
the way he was then. I loved the feeling, my heart beginning to race as he
massaged it up from its base, pulling my groin further and further under
the stall.

   I'd beat off many times, but none had felt as good as this was.  The
sensations in my dick were incredible, but I was afraid I'd was spill my
cum all over the floor if he didn't easy up. I pulled back, but he held me
rigidly against the stall until I stopped, resting my head against the
partition.

   He continued to stroke my dick until I felt a warm, moist pressure on my
head of my dick and then slide around the girth of the shaft several
inches. I'd never felt anything like that before. Suddenly I realized it
was his mouth. He was actually sucking my dick. I was stunned, but only for
a moment.  Then consumed by the sensation, I began to breathe rapidly as it
inched down over my thick, swollen dick until it seemed mostly all in his
mouth.

   I'd heard about this, but no one had ever sucked my dick before. A
couple of friends had suggested we do it to each other, but we never did.
But at that point, I realized it was being done to me, and I couldn't make
myself pull away from the incredibly wonderful sensation. It felt too good.

   He began sucking it very hard, firmly stroking the shaft. Then, pausing
at the head, his tongue swirling over the top, he plunged repeated down
over the shaft. I shook uncontrollably from the almost painful sensation,
but he ran his hands under and around the cheeks of my butt, holding me
firmly against his mouth. Every nerve in my body was alive with this
overpowering feeling I'd never known before. In no time, I felt as if I
were about to shoot my load.

   Seeming to sense this, he slowed his sucking , easing his tongue on the
head, but it was too late. I tried to warn him, to let him know I was going
to cum, but he only sucked harder and took longer strokes, massaging my
balls and the base of my dick. I tried to hold back my cum, but it was
possible to stop.

   The first spurt shot out with a force that shook my lower body. It was
followed immediately by two thicker wads of cum which I could feel him
swallow before, squeezing the head for more, he sucked the painfully
sensitive head until I could no longer think clearly, nor catch my
breath. It felt incredibly wonderful, but started to hurt as he probed the
slit with his tongue.

   I'd cum a lot in the last few years, but never more than I had then. I
remember thinking being sucked off was much better than beating myself off,
and I wanted to do it again, right then if I could. I thought maybe he'd
try, but he stopped sucking my dick, just holding it in his mouth.

   I thought maybe he was mad at me for cuming in his mouth. I'd tried to
warn him and pull out in time, but his lips had held it tightly and,
instead of letting me get up, he'd slid his hands around the cheeks of my
butt and pulled me even further under the stall, my crotch against his
face.  In fact, he still was.

     Holding the base of my dick he stroked it firmly upward, as if milking
it for more cum, swirling his tongue around the tender flesh each time a
bead oozed from the slit. to ooze out. I remember how bad it stung as he
probed the slit with his hard tongue.

     At first I tried to pull away and make him stop. Not only had this
become painfully uncomfortable, but I was also afraid someone would come in
and catch us. We'd been at this a long time already.

     I began to squirm but, sensing yet a second wave of cum start to move
up from my balls into my cock, I eased against his mouth, surprised by
feeling his fingers sliding over my asshole, teasing its stretched anus as
his soft lips sucked against the huge vein on the base of my dick, gently
at first, but then more firmly as he probed the tight opening.

     I was shocked, at first wanting him to stop. Then, although it felt
very strange to me, it also good. After a few moments, I actually began to
like the new sensation this anonymous boy was introducing to me. I also
wanted to shoot off again. I didn't even know who he was, except that he
was another student in my school and he'd opened up a new door of sexual
experience to me that I wanted to explore .

     Relaxing into the warm, sucking sensation yet a second time, I moaned
audibly, soon feeling a load of sperm gush into the warm pressure of his
mouth. Stroking my sides reassuringly as I began to panic, he slid his lips
slowly up and down the shaft, until I couldn't take the intense sensations
any longer.

     Wonderfully weak and drained, I gently pulled my dick slowly out of
his mouth, as he continued to suck it anxiously, actually holding it a
moment longer just before he let the head come out, forcing me to give him
the last traces of sperm from the head before I withdrew it completely.

     Returning to the seat, I rubbed my sore knees, neither of us speaking.
I could hear his breathing over my own. I wanted to say something to him,
but didn't know what to do. I wanted to know who the boy was, but in a way
I was afraid to, or to let him know who I was.

     Trying to think clearly, I suddenly realized he was holding a folded
piece of toilet paper under the stall, obviously wanting me to take it.
When I did, I heard him stand and open the door of his stall.

     He'd written four words on it in black ink:

                                      Thanks, same time tomorrow?

     I wanted to look over the door and see if I knew the boy, but I didn't
think I should. He might see me.  Instead, I bent down and looked under the
door. But, by that time, he was half way out of the bathroom, his back to
me.

     I couldn't see his face. All I could see walking away from me was the
dark blue uniform and cap of an off-duty city patrol officer, like the ones
who worked for my school.

     Shocked by my discovery, I stared at the door, even after it'd closed
slowly behind him, leaving me alone in my stall . . .  with much to think
about.


			  to be continued . . . .