Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 09:23:59 -0600
From: robert brown <rbrown001@cox.net>
Subject: AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE - Part 4, Second All-Nighter
AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
Part Four - Second All-Nighter
Before separating early the next morning, Ron and I decided we'd meet
later in the afternoon three blocks from school and go over to his
apartment. I got there early, I thought, but found him lying under a tree
reading. He smiled as soon as he saw me, saying I was really walking well
on my ankle. I said yes, it really didn't hurt like it did, but was only a
little sore when I stepped on it a certain way.
Stretching out on the ground next to him, I asked what he was
reading. He said it was the physical training manual he was going to be
tested over tomorrow. He explained he'd been ordered to attend a day long
physical training camp required for policemen once every six months. It was
his turn to go.
I asked if that meant we wouldn't be together tomorrow. He said yes,
he would not be free until midnight and not at school Monday until
afternoon, so we would not see each other until late Monday. But, he added,
we'd be together all night tonight, and we'd see each other after school on
Monday. Smiling and looking into my eyes, he seemed to search for my
approval.
Monday seemed a long time away, but I smiled and said we'd make the
most of tonight. I could study and clean up my room tomorrow. He said his
place wasn't far from the school. As he pulled up and parked his car, I
looked around for his apartment house, but all I saw was a large warehouse
type buildings with trucks parked around some of them. As we got out of
his car, I asked where the apartment house was.
Pointing to a big, shabby-looking warehouse, he said there, right in
front of us. I guess I had a confused look on my face because he said
quickly it really wasn't an apartment house, but that a few people lived
there in big open spaces that were called "lofts." I'd never heard of that
kind of apartment before. He said most of the building was filled with
industrial rental places on the bottom and big empty spaces above, some of
which had been remodeled into lofts.
We took the freight elevator up to the second floor. He said we could
walk up, but it wouldn't do my ankle any good. The elevator was very large
and very slow, but so big you could almost play volleyball in it.
When it stopped, we walked down a short hall. Rick said part of the
second floor was his and another guy lived at the other end. He liked that
because the guy was gone most of the time, and he could play his stereo as
loud as he wanted and had all the privacy he could want. Plus, it wasn't
very expensive.
As he opened the door and we walked in, I couldn't believe it. It was
only one huge room with big windows down the outside walls. It looked kinda
like a furniture store, because there was furniture everywhere and yet no
walls dividing the space into rooms. I did see one wall on the south side
with a door leading into a second large, but still much smaller room
without a lot furniture in it. Ron said a friend used to live in there, but
he'd moved out, so the room was never used anymore.
Looking through the rest of Ron's loft, I thought it must be a lot of
fun to have all that space to yourself. Walking over to a large bed at the
southwest corner of the room, I sat down, asking if that was where we were
going to sleep that night. Pushing me over into the middle of the bed, he
climbed in on top of me, saying it sure was. Then smiling at me, he asked
if I thought I'd be comfortable.
We wrapped our arms around each other and rolled over on a pillow at
the top of the bed. There were actually two large pillows. Pointing to one,
I asked whose that one was. He said ours. I asked then whose pillow was
that one. Smiling, he said that was ours. Smiling, he got up slowly from
the bed.
Turning on some kind of classical music on the stereo, he pulled down
some of the window shades, as I stretched out across the bed and watched
him. Soon he started to come over to the bed, but stopped and just looked
at me lying on one of "our" pillows. I asked him what was wrong, but he
just smiled and shook his head slowly. Then coming over and lying down next
to me, we snuggled into each other and listened to the music, but only for
a few minutes.
Ron sat up in the bed and pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the
floor as he began to unbutton my jeans and slide them down over my white
undershorts, saying he needed to check and see if my wounded penis was
healing properly.
I smiled and looked away as he pulled down my briefs and, looking over
my exposed groin like a real doctor examining a patient, he pushed in here
and rubbed a little there, saying this or that seemed much better, but that
maybe this still needed more attention and that needed some extra therapy.
As the "doctor" continued to examine me, I rubbed his broad, muscular
chest, looking at his prominent nipples, surrounded by huge circles of soft
brown flesh. Squeezing his full pecs in my hands, feeling the large firm
muscles shifting heavily underneath the soft skin and responding to my
touch, I felt my cock thicken inside his hand.
Sucking on his huge nipples, licking them firmly with my tongue, loving
the way his body lightly jerked against my mouth from the keen sensations
he was feeling, I felt them swell against my lips, driving him crazy with
emotion. Sucking on them always turn him on, affecting me the same way
when he'd do it to me.
By then the "doctor" had stopped examining my penis, as he called it,
and was giving it a little physical therapy. I thought he enjoyed my cock
as much as I did his. Neither of us seemed to get tired of touching the
other. In fact, I thought maybe I enjoyed his dick even more than I enjoyed
my own. That was a strange admission I thought I'd never hear myself
make. In my list of things I regarded highly at that time, my huge dick was
my greatest joy and proudest possession. Until I met Ron.
By then, the "doctor" had also pulled off his own shorts. I guessed
maybe he needed some examination of his own. But he'd left his tight briefs
on so I could have the pleasure of peeling it off of him. In time, that
became almost a ritual before sex.
I pulled my own jeans and briefs completely off and my shirt over my
head. We were both lying mostly naked on our pillows. As we talked, I told
him I'd rubbed some of his tube of medicated cream on my ass hole last
night after he'd started his walk through the school, and that it wasn't
very sore today.
Saying that was good, he mentioned maybe we should rub more on it
now. Not especially anxious to get anything started down there, I cringed a
little, saying maybe we should wait a little longer before we did that
again. He said okay, there were other things we could do to get off that
would be easier on both of us. I thought about it, but didn't understand
what he meant.
He rolled his body over and pressed it against mine and, rubbing my
back and the cheeks of my ass, commented that my full butt sure did feel
good. Also squeezing his full muscular cheeks and, remarking how good they
felt pretty good too, I rubbed my fingers against his smooth ass hole,
saying I wondered what it'd be like to slide my dick in there.
His hands stopped stroking my back. Not expecting that, he didn't seem
to know how to react. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands
off mine butt. I liked teasing him about that. I did want his body, but I
really didn't care which way. It all came down to the same thing . . . his
body.
We looked into each other's face and very quickly knew what the other
wanted. He put his lips against mine, and we immediately moved into a long
and passionate kiss. I liked kissing Ron more than just about anything.
Our cocks responded instantly and pressed urgently into each other's
groin. Squeezing the cheeks of each other's ass, we began to move our two
bodies rhythmically against each other. Soon I felt his tongue probing
inside my mouth and knew he was getting serious about having sex.
Ron used some lubricant from his night table to rub on the insides of
our thighs and into the groin beneath our sacks. He also rubbed some on our
dicks. Then pulling our bodies together again, we continued to rub our
lower stomachs and dicks together. It was great feeling our bodies sliding
together easily and comfortably. I loved it from the beginning.
As our motions became more intense, Ron's legs closed around mine,
forcing my thighs together tightly. I wasn't sure what he was going to
do. Then, he raised his hips a little higher off my body and, positioning
the head of his cock between my thighs, just below my balls, he slid his
shaft down slowly and deliberately between my thighs and penetrated the
lower, inner cheeks of my ass.
I braced myself for what might happen next, expecting him to slide his
dick somehow inside my ass. But, no, I felt no pain, only a very intense
pleasure as he slowly pulled his swollen dick out of my thighs and then
pushed it back down between their firmly-pressed sides. Both of our bodies
quivered from the sensations.
Ron continued to thrust his dick deeper, rubbing the head of his cock
forcefully against my ass hole. His lower stomach was massaging the bulk of
my dick as I pushed it against his body. The sensations we both were
having simultaneously excited huge erections for both of us.
With our bodies locked together as one, Ron rolled me over on top of
him and opened his thighs a little. I felt my shaft slipping between his
powerful thighs and rubbing against the firm cheeks of his ass and pushing
past his ass hole.
Ron's dick swelled against my stomach, as I thrust my swollen shaft
deep into his groin and rhythmically massaged the cheeks of his ass with my
hands, pulling his ass closer and closer unto my shaft.
As I worked the entire length of my cock in and out of his groin, I
knew I was close to shooting my wad. I stopped to wait for the urge to
subside, but left my shaft throbbing in his groin. Instead of waiting, Ron
continued to thrust his swollen shaft between our slick stomachs. The
sensation of his muscular groin and ass stroking my cock pushed me to the
brink of cuming. I held onto the sides of his butt and asked him urgently
to go slower, much slower.
Instead of slowing, he tightened his legs together, forcing the thighs
and cheeks of his ass even more snugly around my shaft. His groin caressed
my hugely-swollen dick, as he vigorously slid his body up and down against
mine. Moving his ass hole against my cock, he massaged the engorged head of
my shaft. The head of my cock, flared and opened, could no longer contain
my cum. My body ached to be relieved.
Hopelessly aroused and taken to a level of ecstatic sensation I'd not
felt before, I relaxed my groin muscles and felt a first wave of cum shoot
violently from my groin, quickly followed by two successive streams. My
legs became weak from the sensation. As I pulled back off on my knees, I
could see my loads of cum lying over his moist ass hole and across the
inner sides of his ass.
We rolled over until I was again on my back, and Ron, very excited and
close to shooting off himself, rubbed some more cream not only on his cock,
but also down around and even inside my ass.
Then, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his face and
squeezing the sides of his back, he slid his cock again into my tight
groin, his body shaking slightly. I relaxed into his body and, lifting my
hips to meet his thrusting cock, I felt the huge head of his dick push
against my ass, aching to thrust inside my tight hole.
My lower body was so tired at this point that my groin muscles felt
kinda limp and passively relaxed. I knew what he wanted, deciding I'd leave
it up to him. If he wanted to fuck my ass again, I'd be willing to let him
try.
Cupping his hand up under the cheeks of my ass, he worked his fingers
between the tight crack of my butt, becoming very excited and anxious, as
my ass hole contracted rapidly against his fingers and clung to it as he
probed my very tight hole.
Then, thrusting his dick forward between my legs, he slowly edged his
fingers increasingly into my tight, sore ass hole and, as the movement of
his cock below my sack seemed to distract me, I soon realized he'd worked
two fingers into my ass hole and had spread it wider and wider with the
circular movements of his fingers.
The pressure was not nearly as great as yesterday. My body was very
relaxed because of the energy expended working up to and actually having
such a violent ejaculation, plus the stress on my knees had further tired
my lower body. His shaft was again very large, but the head, though huge,
did not seem as large. The foreskin was now stretched too tightly to
move. It remained pushed back over the head of his cock, exposing its very
sensitive surface.
In his high state arousal, Ron thrust vigorously between my
thighs. Some times his dick lodged for a second in the edge of my ass hole,
but quickly slipped out and continued sliding against my skin. This felt
good against the skin of my groin, but a little sore against my hole
itself.
Suddenly he thrust in at a sharper angle and, to both our surprise, the
whole head of his cock split suddenly through my tight hole, pushing up
into the snug warmth of my butt in one fierce thrust.
I jerked immediately, mostly from surprise, but the sudden and swift
penetration of my ass hole also hurt a lot. Not until the head was inside
my ass did my tender hole even begin to relax and the pain subside to a
bearable level. Then stopping, he looked into my face, asking breathlessly
if that hurt too much and explaining he'd not intended to push it in like
that. It just happened.
I tried hard to smile, but the pain was too great. I closed my eyes
and, biting my bottom lip, tried to pull off his shaft, but the pain was as
bad as his shaft came back out the badly bruised hole.
Still not moving until he felt my ass hole begin to relax on his
swollen shaft, he lowered his body closer against mine, his dick
automatically forced further into my ass an inch or so. Then, the pain was
far too great for me to stand. I moved my hands to the sides of his butt
and tried to either stop him where is was, or push him back out a
little. By then, his shaft was more than half way up inside my ass.
He pulled out slightly but, realizing he was about to cum, he begged me
to let him stay inside me long enough to cum.
Relaxing my grip on his butt, I felt him ease his shaft slightly back
inside my very tight ass hole and, thrusting it completely, but only once
inside my ass, he began to empty his large, warm load, his body shaking
from the sensation. Again I felt the warm tingles of his cum spurting
inside my groin, a little like a very small electrical shock inside my
ass. Not painful, but sensually exciting and stimulating, like a tiny spurt
of adrenalin might feel deep in your groin.
Ron kissed me gently on the lips and remained very still, leaving his
cock inside my ass until it softened and returned closer to normal
size. Then I felt him pulling it out of my clinging ass, very slowly,
unable to resist moving it around inside the tight warmth a few
times. Leaving the head of his dick just inside the spread hole, he flexed
its thickness until it popped out as I jerked slightly from the sharp pain
it sent through my groin, but smiling at him until his body relaxed again
onto mine.
After a few moments, he asked if my questions earlier about how it
would feel to be inside his ass had now been answered, at least a little
bit. Confused by what he meant, I didn't say anything. We shortly got out
of bed and showered.
Later, after cleaning up, Ron suggested we get a pizza but, instead of
ordering in, he wanted to take me to a good pizza place, just a block or so
away. As we walked out to the sidewalk, I noticed how quiet it was. There
were no cars passing and not many sounds, except for some dogs barking in
the distance. He reminded me this was mostly an industrial and warehouse
area and on the weekends especially, there was next to no activity.
As we talked, a semi trailer cab drove by. The driver leaned out the
window and hollered to Ron, calling him by name. Ron waved at him, and he
pulled over and stopped at the curb next to us. They talked for a minute,
apparently the guy lived in the same warehouse Ron did. They complained
about the landlord a while.
I noticed him look over at me a lot and try to include me in their
conversation. Finally he extended his hand out the window of his cab,
saying his name was Raj and asking what mine was. Ron quickly said I was a
student at the high school, but he didn't say my name. I shook his hand and
said hello. At that point, Ron said we had to go and Raj said yes, he
needed to do his paperwork. As we walked away, Ron said he was a
long-distance driver for a company down the street and was now finishing a
haul to the West Coast.
I asked if he were Mexican, and Ron said that no, he was from the
middle east. He thought Iran or Jordan. He'd lived in the states for five
years. Saying he seemed like a nice person, I mentioned I'd meant to tell
him my name. Ron said he didn't think it was a good idea to be too friendly
with him . . . but he didn't say why.
I didn't ask, but did comment that he sure had a big rig, almost the
size of a small house. He said yes, it was like a house inside too. It had
a bed and soft bucket seats for passenger and driver, and also a great
stereo system which would blow you out of the cab. I laughed.
There were several guys in the pizza place, a lot of smoke too, so Ron
suggested we order to go and sit outside and eat them. As we were walking
outside, Ron said Saturday night was not the best time to be in some parts
of the neighborhood. There were several beer joints that could get kinda
bouncy. I wasn't sure what he meant exactly. I didn't think he was afraid,
but maybe it had something to do with him being a city policeman and all. I
thought it sounded like fun maybe. I liked parties and dancing.
It was beginning to get dark after we ate, so we headed back to the
Loft. Ron said he'd like to watch a taped movie on his television. I asked
what kind of movie, and he replied anyone I chose. He had several of
them. I told him I liked action movies, with animals in them. He nodded his
head and agreed that was fine.
As we started up the stairs, the truck driver we'd met called to Ron
from his semi at the curb and asked if he wanted some oranges he'd brought
from California. Ron said sure and turned to go down and get them, just as
his phone rang. He said it might be the station, and he needed to answer
it. I said I'd get the oranges and started back down the steps.
Going over to the rig, I climbed up on the running board, looking into
the cab. Raj was putting oranges in a sack in the back of the cab.
Surprised when he turned around and saw me leaning in the window, Raj
smiled. I said I'd never seen a cab like that. It was mostly black leather
inside, even the seats. It seemed big enough for five or six people, and
there were a lot of dials and meter-type instruments on the dash and behind
the seats.
He was amused at my excitement and said to come inside and look closely
at everything. As he unlocked the door, I climbed up and sat in the
passenger seat, immediately surprised that it was much like sitting in a
living room chair.
Turning around, I was amazed to see a bed and a wall lamp behind it. I
got up and stood next to the bed. Raj put his hand on the lower part of my
back and said to sit down and have a look around, as he leaned one knee on
the bed, next to me.
Sitting on the bed beside him and looking around the cab, I heard him
ask if I were a weight lifter. I said sometimes, but not enough to have a
real cut body. But, rubbing my stomach, I said I did have good abs. Then,
pulling up my shirt all the way to my neck, I sat upright and, pulling my
shorts down over my lower stomach, flexed my stomach muscles, telling him
to feel how hard they were.
Raj looked at my chest and lower stomach, but hesitated for a moment to
touch them. Then, leaning closer to me, he laid his hand on my
stomach. Running his large, rough hand slowly over my stomach muscles, he
moved down onto my lower stomach, his fingers barely inside the waist band
of my shorts, grazing the top of my pubic hair lightly as he felt of my
abdominal muscles, saying they were very hard.
Then he slid his hand over my upper chest, and said my chest looked
good too, pushing his hand in under my left pec muscle and squeezing it up
into his palm, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. It tickled, and I drew
back and tried to pull my shirt down. We laughed, as he pinched on my
nipples and pushed me back on the bed, playfully.
Hearing Ron call from the door, I got up off the bed and, as I started
to get out of the cab, Razz said not to forget the oranges. I turned
around and, handing me the sack with one hand, he squeezed the left cheek
of my butt with the other, saying not to squeeze the oranges too hard.
Laughing, I thanked him for showing me his rig. Then sliding down from
the high cab, I ran slowly over to Ron as he started to move back up the
steps. When we entered the loft, Ron pointed to a cabinet and told me to
pick out a movie. I drew back and, my eyes opening wide, I saw the size of
his collection. It looked like hundreds of tapes. I looked and looked but
couldn't decide what to choose.
He came over and, straddling the back of my neck, sat down on my
shoulders a little and pushed his crotch against my neck. We both looked
into the cabinet and the many tapes. Soon my body collapsed under the
weight of his on my shoulders, and we rolled over on the rug and laughing
at ourselves. Wrapping his big arms around me, wrestling me for control,
Ron tried to pull my shirt over my head, as I tried to unzip his jeans.
Eventually I gave up, and he yanked my shirt over my head. But as I
conceded he'd won, he unzipped his jeans, saying we were even. The, putting
his arms around my back and pulling my body up close to his, he guided us
onto the rug beneath us. His face came closer to mine and our lips pushed
closer one to the other.
We kissed for quite a while until we were both pretty worked up. I
forced his unzipped jeans down to his knees as he slipped off his shirt and
opened my jeans. Then we both lay on our backs and, lifting our legs,
pulled our jeans the rest of the way off. As we did, our dicks and balls
fell up against our stomachs.
As we looked at each other's ass hole through our own split open legs,
we began to laugh at how silly the other one looked. We still laughed as we
got on our feet and fell over onto the bed. We stretched out beside each
other until our laughter subsided. Then much emotion rose up in both of us
as we looked into each other's suddenly serious faces. Neither of us spoke,
but we lay for several minutes holding each other's body.
Ron reversed his body next to mine, leaving his face in my crotch and
his crotch in my face. He slowly began playing with my cock with his
tongue, licking the head and bouncing it up and down a little with the
stiffened tip of his tongue.
I sucked the foreskin of his dick up between my lips and pushed it back
with my tongue, exposing his swollen head. Then together we sucked down the
length of each other's cock, sending a cycle of sensations stirring through
one's body and returning through the other's.
We both basked in the doubled sensation of not only feeling the other's
warm mouth over our dicks, but also the deep pleasure of having the other's
dick in our own mouths at the same time. We both experienced the same
stimulation, feeling each other's cock expanding and thickening in our
throats. The tenderness and pleasure of this expression of sharing between
us two surpassed any physical and emotion satisfaction I'd ever known
before.
As we reached an unusually gentle orgasm at very much the same time,
each of us felt the constriction of the other's dick as the cum was forced
closer and closer to ejaculation. It was a gentle and relaxing orgasm which
I'd felt before only in a dream. I did not know where it came from, nor
whether I'd ever feel it again. But, I thought, I will never forget the one
I'd just had. That's for sure.
We slept until morning. I awoke around six and could hear Ron getting
ready for the training session. He must have set his alarm. At that point,
he came around the screen next to the bed.
My eyes opened wide at the sight of him in what he called something
like his full contact riot squad action field area regulation gear, with
flashlight.
Later, he dropped me off near my home and said he'd see me Monday. I
waved as he drove away until he was out of sight. Then I walked the rest of
the way home.