Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2004 21:36:54 -0600
From: robert brown <rbrown001@cox.net>
Subject: AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE: Part One, First Time - Second Try
AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
Part One - First Time, Second Try
Other than masturbating, sometimes with friends, mostly alone, I'd
never had a physical sexual experience with anyone until I was a
seventeen-year-old senior in high school. Even by standards then, I was a
late bloomer. But one day after school in the boys' bathroom in the
basement of my high school, my bloom burst open. Sex 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 saw the shadow on the floor at my feet of the boy in the stall
next to me. He was looking over the partition into my stall.
Although I sat up straight and stopped rubbing my dick, the shadow
didn't move. I don't know why, but I stretched my legs out again. My dick
was rock hard, I started stroking it, but the shadow still did not move.
After a while I was close to cuming. I remember knowing that he was
looking, but I didn't care. I think I liked it really. But I wished I
could see the look on his face as he watched. All boys liked to cum, and
he would especially enjoy seeing a dick as big as mine shoot the size loads
I could shoot.
Suddenly I felt a hand moving over my ankle. Looking down at the bottom
of the partition, I saw the hand motioning me underneath. He was wearing a
hemp bracelet probably woven for him by his girlfriend or for himself.
I liked it, I remember, because it had a nugget of blue turquoise woven
into it. I knelt down in my stall, but didn't know exactly what to do. He
seemed to want me to come under the stall.
I hesitated. He then touched my knee gently and guided me closer and
closer to the wall of the stall until I could no longer see my cock. I was
beginning to get nervous and wondered what would happen.
I felt the caress of a warm hand closing snugly around my dick. I loved
the feeling, but was very nervous, especially as he began to massage it up
from the base of the shaft.
No one had ever held my cock in his hand before. I loved the
sensations it gave me, but I was afraid that I was going to spill my cum
all over the floor. I held it back and leaned my head against the
partition.
Then I felt a warm moist pressure on my dick which was better than
anything I had ever felt before. He was inching his mouth down over my
thick, swollen dick until it seemed mostly all in his mouth.
No one had ever done this to me before either. I had heard about doing
it and some of my friends had even suggested we do it to each other. But
we never had. But this time it was being done to me, and I could not make
myself pull away from the wonderful, sucking sensation on my cock.
He began sucking me very hard, and firmly stroking my cock, pausing at
the head and twisting his tongue over the top before he plunged back down
the full length of my cock. The feeling went all over my body. I shook
uncontrollably, but wasn't at all cold.
As he sucked my dick, he ran his warm hands over my balls and up over
my stomach and hard nipples. Every nerve in my body was alive with this
overpowering feeling I had never known before. I started to breathe very
hard. My cock was rock hard, the head flared and very swollen. I was about
to shoot my load.
He seemed to sense this in me and slowed down his movement, but it was
too late. I tried to hold back my cum, but it was no longer possible. I
tried to warn him, to let him know I was going to have to shoot my load,
but he only sucked harder and took longer strokes and rubbed my balls and
the base of my cock.
I couldn't hold it any longer. The first spurt of hot cum shot out
with a force that shook my entire body. It was followed by two long, hard
spurts of cum which I think I felt him swallow and then try to suck out
more.
I think even more cum oozed out into his mouth as he sucked and moved
his mouth and tongue around my still very hard dick, until I could no
longer think clearly, nor catch my breath.
I had cum a lot in the last two years or so, but this feeling was
unique and wonderful. But I had never experienced this kind of orgasm
before. Getting sucked off was much better and intense than beating myself
off.
He stopped sucking on my cock, but kept holding it in his mouth. Even
when I tried to pull it out, his lips held it tightly. And instead of
letting me get up, he slid his hands around the cheeks of my butt and
pulled me even further under the stall, my crotch against his face.
It hurt for a little while as he moved his tongue over the head of my
dick and tasted the cum left on it. Then grasping the base of my shaft, he
began firmly milking it upwardly, sucking and forcing out more cum onto his
waiting tongue through his tightly sucking lips.
At first I thought I should pull away and not go on. We had been there
for a long time and someone might come in. But, almost at once, I could
feel a second wave of cum start to move up from my balls into my cock.
Playing around my smooth, sensitive ass hole with his fingers, he slid
his soft lips up and down the throbbing vein on the back of my shaft,
gently at first, but then with increasing firmness, as he massaged my still
swollen shaft, trying eagerly to taste more of my sperm in his mouth.
At times, I wanted him to stop him, but it felt good but it also
hurt. Besides, I wanted to shoot another load. I loved the intense pleasure
and release this anonymous boy was giving me. I didn't even know him,
except he was just another student in my school and we had shared a great
feeling, unique for me at that time.
Exhausted by this time, I gently pulled my long, thick shaft slowly out
of his warm mouth, as he continued to suck it anxiously. Holding it a
moment longer just before the head came out, he forced me to let him suck
the head until I eventually pulled all of it out.
He protested a little silently, by holding my leg for a minute, but
then released it, and I returned to my seat. Neither of us ever said
anything. We just sat there for awhile. I could barely hear his breathing
over my own.
I didn't know what to do. In a way, I wanted to know who the boy was,
but in a way I was afraid to. While I was trying to think clearly, I
realized he was holding a folded piece of toilet paper under the stall. I
took it out of his hand and opened it. He'd written four words on it:
Thanks, same time tomorrow?
As I read the note, I heard him standing and opening his stall door. I
wanted to look over the door and see what this boy looked like. I might
know him, but didn't think I should. Instead I bent down and looked under
the door.
He was half way out of the bathroom with 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 who worked for my school.
Staring at the door, even for a moment after it had closed slowly
behind him, I was left alone in my stall . . . with much to think about.
I woke up the next morning with still a lot on my mind. Not able to
sleep much, I laid awake most of the night and thought about what had
happened to me that afternoon. My feelings were divided. Certainly, I
couldn't deny the physical sensations I'd felt were great . . . nothing
like I'd ever known before. I didn't know anything could ever feel as
good. I wanted to have it again and again.
But I was also frightened what might come out of doing that with a
policeman. A man probably as old as my father. A policeman. I couldn't
believe that had really happened. I didn't know old men did stuff like
that. He was like a teacher. I did know one thing, however. I did have to
find this man and try to get some idea what he was going to do, to tell
what I'd done or not.
We had more than one off-duty policeman who worked for the school,
directing traffic and patrolling the campus. I never paid much attention to
them, but I knew that different ones worked in different shifts. That
morning I determined to see them all. Maybe I'd recognize the one who'd
done so many wonderful things to my body the afternoon before.
I knew he hadn't seen my face, but he'd seen my whole body over the
stall as he watched me beating off. He'd recognize my dick for sure, if he
ever saw it again. But not my face. So, I put a cap on to cover my hair
and a rain poncho to help disguise my body, and started off to school.
Approaching campus, I saw a policeman at the southeast corner. As I
neared the corner, I saw it was a police woman, so that left three to look
for. One officer stood at each of the four corners of the block, so there
were only three to check out today.
I continued to the northeast corner where a second policeman was
directing traffic in the middle of the street. When I saw him better, I
knew I'd seen him before. He was a younger policeman who was very popular
with the kids at school. He drove a neat car and was always friendly and
nice to us, but he was also like a teacher and kept a distance from us.
Sargent Ron, as we called him, or sometimes just Ron, was a clean-cut
athletic type of guy who often shot hoops by himself behind the gym. I knew
it wasn't him I was looking for.
I continued to the corner at the northwest side of the campus. I'd
never seen the policeman on this corner. He was very old, at least 40,
kinda heavy with gray hair. He paid no attention to me as I watched him
from the sidewalk, so I decided he couldn't be the one I was looking for
either. That meant if the man I looked for was working today, it had to be
this last policeman.
When I saw him from a distance, I thought, yes, I'd seen him
before. He'd been at the school at least two years. I knew he lived near
the school and spent a lot of his time up there, mainly in the gym talking
to the other guys. His name was Bart.
Some guys on the football team last year told me he hung around in the
dressing rooms and showers a lot. He'd give them advice and massage their
sore muscles. But they said sometimes he'd just stare into the showers or
at guys in the locker room and not even hear you if you spoke to him.
Kinda strange. He also had a habit of pulling at himself outside his
pants and saying things like his balls were too big to stay in his
shorts. Then he'd laugh and rub his crotch. But, he was interested in
sports and had even had some of the athletes over to his house to watch
games on television or to play video games. Some of the boys said they'd
heard some things about him, but he was all right.
I thought they just wanted to use him. I heard he gave some of them
money or joints if they wanted them. Some even stayed overnight at his
house when they didn't want their parents to see them coming in drunk or
high. Even then, I don't think any of them really like him. They sure
didn't talk like they did. But I didn't really know him.
When I walked up to the corner, he saw me looking at him. He smiled,
seeming to wink at me quickly as if he knew me. I felt weak inside and a
little sick.
No, I didn't want to believe it. I'd always sensed something gross and
repulsive about him, but no, he couldn't be the one I let do all those
things to me yesterday. But, as I walked away, he was looking at me with a
faint smile on his face, as if he were remembering something that he liked
a lot. His eyes followed me until I made myself look away and turn the
corner. I guessed I'd have to admit he was the one.
Later, as the time for school to end drew closer, I was dreading what I
knew I had to do. I had to meet him in the bathroom as planned and explain
to him that it had been a mistake and I couldn't do anything like that
again.
I wondered what his reaction would be. He may get angry and say he was
going to tell people what I did if I didn't let him keep doing it. But then
I thought no, he couldn't tell what I did without having it known what he
did to me. I didn't really do anything except let him.
It also occurred to me he couldn't have recognized me as the guy in the
bathroom because he never saw my face. Yeah, but then I thought he might
have recognized my cock. He saw plenty of it yesterday when he watched me
beating off and certainly he got real familiar with it after about a half
hour or so of sucking on it in the bathroom.
Actually, he could have easily known what my cock looked like from
seeing me in the shower or locker room. I had by far the biggest one in
school. I didn't remember it happening, but he could have been standing
somewhere in the locker room one or more of the times when I was showing
off my cock size to everyone. I did that often enough.
He'd have remembered seeing my cock, but then I realized he must also
have known what my face looks like, since he seemed to recognize me at the
traffic stop this morning. I was trapped.
When school recessed, I walked around a while before going down to the
boys' bathroom to face him. I decided all I could hope for was maybe we
could make a deal of some kind. I tried to think of ways I could keep him
quiet.
About all I could come with was to let him suck me off, at least once
in a while. In time I'd get use to letting him do it. After all, it did
feel great, and I could close my eyes and pretend that I didn't know who
was doing it to me.
No, the thought of that made me sick in the pit of my stomach. It made
me sick enough to remember the things I let him do to me yesterday. I
couldn't stand him doing it over and over . . . maybe worse things
too. But as his piece, I'd have no choice.
No, I made my decision. I would not meet him again in the bathroom. I'd
find a way to get out of it, but maybe he'd just forget it on his own. I
was leaving.
As I started up the stairs, two boys from my home room were racing down
the steps. They had a couple of cigarettes and were going into the bathroom
to smoke them, asking me to go with them. As we were talking about it, a
man suddenly appeared at the top of the steps.
It was Sargent Ron making his rounds. He asked what we were doing still
in the building. We stammered around and said we were leaving. He waited
and so we said goodbye and went up the steps and out of the building. I
don't know what the other guys did, but I went home and tried to forget
everything and get some sleep.
I did sleep, for a couple of hours. No one was at home, so I decided
I'd go run. I was very restless and worried. This time I'd run harder and
further than I'd ever run. About half way through the run I realized the
campus was not far away. I cut over a couple of blocks and took a breather
in some shade next to the baseball diamond.
Lying on the grass, looking up at the sky, I heard the sound of a
basketball being bounced off the back of the gym. I thought I was the only
one around, so I walked toward the sound to see who it was.
As I came around the corner of the gym, I saw Sargent Ron in green
sweatshirt and shorts, pretending he was in the middle of a hard and fast
game of basketball. I laughed when I saw how funny he looked fending off
imaginary opponents and responding to the invisible crowd's cheers when he
made a basket.
Seeing me, he came over and stretched out on the ground. He asked why
I'd come back to campus. I said I was just jogging. Feeling sorry I lied to
him, I wanted to tell him what was bothering me, but I didn't see how he
could understand it or give me any help. He said it was his turn to patrol
the campus all night and that he was letting off steam before his shift
began. At that point, I also stretched out on the ground and put my arms
over my face.
Suddenly I got a whiff of my underarms. I coughed, saying I was sorry
to smell so bad. He laughed and said he probably stunk a little himself. We
both laughed. After a while, he said he had to lock up the gym for the
night and asked if I wanted to make the rounds with him. I said sure, why
not.
We started with the upstairs doors and windows and worked our way
through the downstairs before going down to the basement locker rooms and
workout rooms. Eventually, the whole place was empty, locked up safe and
sound.
As we were turning to go back upstairs, he said he was going to take a
quick shower before he put on his uniform for the night. He looked for a
towel, but they were all locked up. I said he could use mine and went over
to my locker to get it. I said if I had two towels, I'd take a quick shower
too. I was covered with sweat and smelled.
Laughing, he said we could use the same towel. I said OK, let's go. We
undressed by my locker. Neither of us had much on, so it was quick. I had
on a sweaty tank top with grass sticking to it, a pair of jogging shorts,
and an old stretched jock strap.
He had on a sweatshirt, cutoffs, and some funny looking bikini
underwear with words written on them. When I saw his underwear, I asked
what the words said. He said he didn't know. Then, he quickly slipped them
off and threw them to me, laughingly telling me to read it and tell him.
It was getting dark in the room and I couldn't see it easily. I held
them closer to my eyes and tried to read the words. I soon began to notice
the faint smell of his body's heat under my nose. It was a combination of
sweat mixed with the warm, musky smell of his crotch and maybe a very faint
smell of his urine.
The scent of his briefs appealed to me very much. I wanted to press his
shorts to my face and inhale his smell more fully. But I stopped myself. He
interrupted my fantasy by popping me with the towel and saying he was
heading to the showers.
When I stood up to follow him, I realized that my cock was swollen more
than usual. It was probably being in the locker room after everyone had
changed and left their sweaty outfits around. Smelling that almost always
had that effect on me.
When I reached the shower, Ron was standing under the large communal
shower head in the center of the room. Standing close to him, I began
soaping my body and, for the first time, I really looked at his naked body.
He was really not much older than me and my classmates. Maybe six or
seven years. His body, lean and muscular, his balls heavy and full, his
dick was not as long as mine, but almost as thick. His butt was full, very
rounded and firm looking. I thought he was a very hot guy for his age.
His dick was not circumcised, uncut as he called it. That was unusual
in my experience. Most boys I knew were cut, but that made his even more
interesting. I watched as he pushed back the foreskin from his cock head
and soaped inside it. I found myself asking if that hurt him to do that.
He smiled and said no, it was actually pleasurable to move the foreskin
over the head gently. But he said if he did it too much, it got him hard. I
thought to myself, yes, I could tell that. By the time we finished our
showers, it was swollen about half again its size soft. I wondered if mine
would continue to grow until I was his age. If so, I'd have one monster of
a cock. I did even then.
We returned to my locker. He picked up the only towel we had and
offered it to me first. I said no, go ahead and dry yourself. Pausing only
a moment, he began to dry off my back. The pressure of his hand over the
towel against my back felt very good. But when he sat down on the bench in
front of me and began drying my chest and stomach, it felt too good.
I didn't have to look. I knew my rod was tingling and inching
upward. Neither of us said anything. I thought he'd eventually give me the
towel to finish drying off, but he didn't. He turned me around and began
drying my ass and the back of my legs. He spread the cheeks of my ass a
little and pressed the towel into my crack and pushed it in a little. I
loved the feeling of his hand opening the cheeks of my ass and pressing
against my ass hole.
I was used to being looked at, but not being touched this way. It
turned me on in a big way. My dick responded by inching closer to the
floor. He then turned me around again and started drying the front of my
legs. It was only too obvious that my swollen cock was about to move
straight up. But he just pushed the towel up under my balls and rubbed my
groin working the towel in between both sides of my ass and legs. I
expected him to dry off my cock any minute, but he didn't.
He stood up and began to dry his own body off. I didn't know what to
do, so I just stood there. He stopped drying himself and just smiled and
looked at me for a few seconds, but said nothing. Then, he handed me the
towel and turned around for me to dry his back.
I began shaking a little as I felt his firm back muscles under the
pressure of my hand. I was afraid I would not be able to dry off his whole
body, as he had mine. I wanted to, that's for sure, but I might get to
shaking too bad to finish.
He turned around as I had, and I dried his chest and stomach. He had
great pec muscles which stood out from his body. I could feel my hand
cupping beneath his pec muscles, as I squeezed them firmly. His nipples
were so large, they actually stood out hard, as if to welcome my lips on
them. Feeling that impulse inside me made me even more nervous.
Turning him around to dry the back of his legs, I pulled the towel
under my hand across the small of his back and down over the cheeks of his
ass. His cheeks were so firm and tight I couldn't push the towel and my
fingers inside to dry him. I didn't know what I'd do when it came time to
dry his cock and balls.
I told him I was feeling funny, and needed to sit down. He suggested I
go in the workout room and lie down one of the wrestling mats in the
corner. I put my shorts on and went into the workout room.
The room was dark except for some light coming in through the windows
high on the walls around the room. I laid down on the wrestling mats and
soon my nervousness passed, and my heart rate went back to normal. I
couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I enjoyed everything I was
doing then, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep control of myself
and do something stupid. Something embarrassing. I didn't know exactly
what, but I didn't want to find out either.
Ron was still in the locker room. I could hear him humming some kind of
song while he shaved. Soon he came into the workout room carrying his
uniform. As he took off the towel, his meaty crotch dangled over my face,
as he asked me how I felt. Looking at his full groin, I said I felt
peaceful for some reason.
I guess that sounded stupid, but that is how I really did feel. Ron
seemed to think it was a good answer. He looked down at me lying on the
mat. The room was dimly- lit, but the moonlight was shining in across my
body.
He then asked me what I was thinking. At that point the image of what
I'd let Bart do to me the day before came into my mind. I'm sure my worry
showed in my face. I really wanted bad to tell him about the problems I was
having, but didn't know how to get started. I just sat up and rested my
hand over my eyes.
We said nothing, but I felt him sit down beside me and put his arm
around my shoulders. Trying to comfort me, he pulled me into his arms, and
my head fell on his naked chest. I could feel his full firm pecs beneath my
cheek, and I wanted to put my lips over his large nipple and explore it
with my tongue. But I was afraid he wouldn't like it.
Again, I did not want to make another mistake. I had enough problems
because of yesterday. I remained against his warm body for a while, and
then, still next to me, he began to dress again. He reached in his shirt
pocket and took out something I couldn't see and put it on his hand or
arm. I didn't pay any attention.
It was torture for me to smell and feel the warmth of his skin so close
to mine. I was very horny, my dick close to being hard, and tried to
conceal it. These were new feelings for me. Until yesterday, I was content
to just show my body and be admired silently, with no physical contact, no
physical pleasure, and certainly no sharing. And until a few minutes ago,
I'd never smelled and felt the warmth of another's body, nor ever known the
sexual pleasure of close flesh to flesh contact.
Something was aroused in me I did not know was there. I wanted more. I
wanted much deeper penetration. And yes, I'd have to admit I wanted to do
to Ron what Bart had done to me. I wanted him to feel what I had felt, and
then later, I wanted to give to him all I had allowed Bart to take from me,
and more.
While I was turning over these thoughts and trying to find a way I
could tell him about them, Ron stretched his partially naked body out on
the mat next to me. Pushing his body close to mine, he said he was sorry
we couldn't take a nap, but he needed to check the other buildings soon.
Feeling his warm breath on my face, I Instinctively stretched out my
body against his and, as he rubbed my back firmly, I slowly slid off my
shorts down over my hips. My cock was swollen and ready. If he wanted it,
it was there for him. I nestled closer to him and placed my warm hard cock
up against his naked body. He turned toward me and our cocks touched and
pressed themselves into each others' stomachs.
I had never felt a man's cock against my body in that way. I couldn't
help but wondered if it felt as good to him as it did to me. Responding to
the feeling, we both moved our bodies rhythmically against each other, the
cocks rubbing against each other as one shaft.
I grew more and more anxious to get something started with him, but
pulling away slowly, I lay on my back, hoping my craving would subside a
little. Soon I felt his hand move onto my chest and down my stomach. When
he reached the pubic hair, he ran his fingers through my soft bush, and my
cock began once more to ache.
He lingered at the base of my dick and massaged the lower part briefly,
pushing in at the base as he milked the thick shaft firmly with his fisted
grip on my dick until the head was swollen and flared. Loving the feeling
of his hand on my cock, my craving for him grew stronger. I was amazed how
easily our desires fused into one.
Pulling away a little from the intense sensation on my cock, I gripped
his as he released mine, spreading his legs for my access to his
meat. Never having put my hands on another guy's cock before, I was
fascinated by the feeling. I don't think I ever wanted to touch another
boy's cock. Maybe that was because I didn't know how good it would feel. I
loved holding his.
Although I didn't want to remember the circumstances, I learned
yesterday how wonderful another's person's manual stimulation could be. I
wanted to feel the same things with Ron. I wanted to do the same things to
him that, done to me, had brought me such pleasure.
Delighting in Ron's dick, I explored every inch of its meaty girth with
my hand and them my mouth. Inhaling its warm, clean smell and massaging the
widening shaft with my trembling hand, my lips bonded with the warm, smooth
skin of his thick cock as I moved them against its warm fullness.
His body quivered as I licked the foreskin down over his cock head and
ran my tongue and lips deep into the foreskin and over the head of his
stiff and swollen dick. As I felt blood surging into the head, it began to
swell to twice its size, growing a darker pink, with shiny droplets of
precum glistening from the slit.
I loved the feeling of his warm dick in my hand. I loved feeling the
surging veins in it pulsing against my fingers from beneath his skin.
He had one very large vein which ran down from the base of the head
down the length of his cock to its base. I could count his heartbeats in
the palm of my hand wrapped around his shaft.
I wondered what his cock would feel like deep in my mouth. Would I also
be able to actually feel his pulse against my tongue. and what would it
feel like in me when he shot his load. Would I feel the cum inside my
mouth, and what would it taste like. I was anxious to find out and again
wished he'd get something started. I longed to find these things out, but
wondered if I'd already gone too far.
Pushing my hand down into his groin, I felt the hairs on the soft skin
near his ass hole as the weight of his sack pressed against the palm of my
hand. Then I moved his swollen balls inside my hand. So large, oval and
firm, his balls felt very warm, heavy with sperm. I loved the feeling of
them in his sack.
My desire for him was almost overpowering. Holding Ron's sack in my
hand was a kind of intimacy that I felt he extended to me, and I wanted
very much to extend to him the same intimacy with mine. My dick was about
to burst its load. Ron had sat up on his elbows and was running his lips
over my neck and moving his warm moist tongue down my chest, grazing my
nipples and following the trail of hair down to the pubic area with his
tongue.
I expected him to suck on my cock, and would have been very happy to
give him my load, but he suddenly sat up and moved to the end of the bed
facing me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he began to rub my legs and
inside my tender inner thighs, moving me closer to him as he spread my
thighs apart and pushed his tongue up under my sack of balls, licking and
sucking them erotically.
Then as he pushed further up inside the cheeks of my ass, he licked and
sucked around my ass hole, his tongue often moving across the smooth
surface. My whole body began to tingle from the unique sensation. My skin
felt flushed, responsive to every touch of his hand and every movement of
his lips and mouth, even the hair on his head as it moved against my
sensitive groin.
No one had ever invaded my groin in this way before. No one's mouth
had ever licked its soft skin. No probing fingers, lips or tongue had ever
caressed or touched its surfaces in this way. I loved these new feelings
and sensations. I accepted them fully and craved them even more as he
continued to explore my body.
At one point I felt the stubble of Ron's face lightly scratching the
walls of my groin as he continued to spread the lower cheeks of my ass with
his mouth, his tongue constantly stimulating my sensitive hole. The touch
of his thick wavy hair brushing against the sensitive skin of my lower
inner thighs and groin made me ache for more and even deeper penetration. I
was getting quite high from this stimulation, and at one point I closed my
thighs tightly around his head to limit his movement for a while.
He was so excited and into what he was doing that he instantly pulled
my thighs apart again and moved even deeper into my groin, licking and
sucking my ass hole. Soon I felt his probing tongue slide deeper into my
ass hole, as he teased it with quick moist jabs of his tongue.
This sensation was incredible. He held my legs apart and pushed his
tongue deeper and deeper into my body as the sensations became so intense,
I thought I couldn't stand much more. Then he suddenly raised up his body
on his knees and began to fiercely beat off his hugely swollen
cock. Without thinking, I immediately sat up on the mat and took his cock
in my own mouth.
His cock was then very hard and very large. It seemed much larger in my
mouth than it did in my hand. I felt like I would gag at first, but I tried
to suck it as best I could and eventually could handle it pretty well. I
wanted him to cum in my mouth, but I needed to delay it until I could
figure out how to do it best. His body was shaking and from his moaning, I
knew it wouldn't be long before he spewed his load everywhere.
I pushed the foreskin back over the swollen head, put my mouth back
over it and sucked on the head as hard as I could. As soon as I did, in
his pain, he grabbed both sides of my head in his hands and held me tightly
so I could not move. Just at that moment, I felt his the head of cock
quiver against my mouth and a huge load of hot cum spew in waves onto my
tongue and over my lips.
I instinctively swallowed, as his warm sperm spurted and then oozed
from his slit. Loving the feeling of his sperm shooting against my tongue
and clinging to the sides of my mouth, I savored the warm, sweet taste of
his full, thick cum.
But I loved even more the quite evident pleasure releasing it gave
Ron. I knew how wonderful it felt to him, but best of all, I knew the
wonderful feeling I had feeling him cum inside me and having it now inside
of me.
I continued sliding my mouth down his cock while he moaned softly from
the ecstasy he felt in his groin. But at the same time, I felt him gently
pulling my mouth off the very sensitive head of his cock, saying he could
take it.
Holding each other tightly as our breathing returned to normal, I think
we might have fallen asleep for a short time. I'm not sure, but when I woke
up, Ron was taking a shower. I must have gone back to sleep, and when I
woke up again, he was gone. He was probably checking on the other
buildings. Getting up from the mat, I stepped on something at the edge of
the mat.
Looking down at the floor, I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It
must have been torn off in the excitement and was ripped beyond repair, but
the bright blue turquoise stone was still intact and could be salvaged.
Sitting back on the mat, I smiled with delight. This discovery had
given me much relief from the anguish I'd been going through all day. I
smiled then, and in fact, every time I've remembered the event.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was later than I thought. Even
though no one was at home to miss me, I dressed and got ready to leave for
home. Before I left, I got a small piece of toilet paper and left a short,
simple note for Ron. . .
Thanks. Same Time Tomorrow?