Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 22:58:00 -0500
From: robert brown <rbrown001@cox.net>
Subject: AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE : Part Six - Late Night Spread

                     AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
                  Part Six - Late Night Spread

    Not seeing Ron for several days, I later learned he'd experienced some
dizziness during the stress of the training camp and had at one point lost
consciousness for a while. He'd been put in intensive care for a few days
of observation and tests.  There was no way for him to contact me.

    I'd looked around the campus and asked some the other officers where he
was, but had no luck. Then finally, on Friday morning, one of the policemen
told me Ron was off sick, and that he was just substituting for him. That
didn't sound good to me, so I decided to ride my bike over to Ron's loft
after school and see if he was there.

    Seeing a light on in Ron's loft when I walked up to the building, I
stowed my bike just inside the hall door and went upstairs. But as I
knocked on the door, no one answered. I knocked again. Still, no one
answered, so I walked down the hall to the other loft to see if anyone
there knew where Ron was.

    As I knocked on this door, it suddenly opened and I was faced with an
almost naked male body, but with a face I recognized. It was Raj. He seemed
as glad to see me as I was him. I asked him about Ron, and he told me to
come inside. As far as he knew, Ron was fine.

     I explained that his light was on, but no one came to the door when I
knocked.  He insisted Ron was fine and moved me over to the couch, telling
me to sit down and relax. Then he asked if I drank coffee. I said
sure. Soon he returned, offering me a mug of strong black coffee as,
sitting back on the very comfortable couch, I began to relax a little.

    The coffee did taste good, and I felt relieved he'd said Ron was
fine. When he returned with his mug, he sat down in front of me on the edge
of the coffee table, his legs spread open. At that point I realized he had
on nothing but the towel around his waist. I was surprised at the large
amount of hair he had on his body, dark and thicker than anyone I knew,
especially on his lower body. His legs, chest, arms, and some of his back
were covered.  His skin seemed very tanned, which at first I thought was
strange for a guy in a truck cab all day.  Then I remembered he was a
foreigner from the middle east.

    When I asked if all the guys in his country had a lot of hair on their
bodies, he shrugged and said yes, his country was filled with guys with
hairy bodies, big lips, darkish skin and big weapons in their pants.

    I asked why they all carried weapons. Smiling, he reached down between
his legs and, taking his sizeable cock in his hand, said this kind of
weapon, as he bounced it in his hand, showing off its weight and girth.

    I looked down at his huge cock bouncing heavily against his large hand.
Even mostly soft, it spread a good five or six inches across the palm of
his hand and was a good three inches wide from the head back to his hairy
groin. Looking big enough to be used as a weapon, it was very large, a
golden brown color, very thick and definitely "uncut."  The dark caramel
foreskin tightly stretched across the huge thick head exposed most of the
lighter brown head with a large slit at the tip of the bulbous mound.

    I tried not to stare at it, but it was impressive, to say the least. It
made me very ill at ease to sit next to him with his legs still wide open,
so I picked up my mug and sipped on my coffee, looking around his loft. It
was not as large as Ron's and had very little furniture. He seemed to live
mostly in one corner, although there was an extra bed in the other corner
and a lot of magazines and things piled up on the floor here and there. But
other than some weights and a bench, there was not much more in the room.

    He asked how long I'd known Ron. I told him Ron worked off -duty as a
security officer at my high school. He asked if he was good to me, and if I
really liked him. I said sure, he was a nice person. Then, looking down at
my full crotch as he cupped his own up in his hand, he asked if I'd been
staying all night at Ron's loft since he'd seen me the other day.

    I felt uneasy with his question, but said yes, I guessed so.  But when
he asked if we slept together in the same bed, I responded curtly yes,
asking what difference it made. Smiling, he said in his country nothing,
but in America, it usually meant a lot.  American men, he added, seemed
kinda hung up about sleeping with other men . . .  unless they . . . really
liked each other.

    Leaning over, placing his hand on my thigh close to my crotch, he said
I was not really a man yet but, pressing his fingers firmly around on the
large, mounded bulge in my crotch, he said I certainly had all the
indications of one growing in my pants.

    I knew what he meant. I'd already figured out he was interested in
that, but not in any way interested in getting involved with him, I pushed
my lower body against the back of the couch and said I needed to go,
starting to get up.

    Physically holding me seated with one hand, he opened his legs and, as
the towel fell between them, he held his much-swollen cock in the palm of
his other hand and gestured with it as if he were offering it to me, saying
if I stayed a while longer, we could do some interesting things together he
knew I'd enjoy.

    Something in his eyes and manner scared me a little. Pushing his hand
off my leg, I got up and started toward the door, telling him I really did
have to go. He followed me a few steps, stopping me gently with his hand on
my arm. Then I heard him say he didn't mean to frighten me. He only wanted
to get to know me better. He said he was just real curious to find out what
I had in my shorts and wanted to see if I knew how to use it.

    As he spoke, he moved his other hand down over my crotch, squeezing it
gently and repeatedly in his hand large hand. All I had on was some cotton
gym shorts and a loose jock, so he could easily feel the size of my meat
from outside my shorts.

    For some reason, I was even more sensitive down there than usual, so
I'll have to admit his groping my crotch felt pretty good. Getting close to
letting him satisfy his curiosity about what was inside , I felt my heart
beat faster.

    As I moved back a little, his hand followed my crotch and continued
massaging my full meaty package through my shorts.  Soon my dick had
swollen noticeably from the firm grasps of his hand, and he began to smooth
it out longer by stroking the shaft firmly outside the loose pouch of my
jock strap.

    Both of us were breathing rapidly by that point. I could feel Raj's
mostly naked body moving against mine as he fondled my crotch. Then I felt
him pull the leg of my shorts open and felt my heavy meat fall out into his
waiting hands.

    I tried to pull away, but his warm hand on my swollen dick and balls
felt really good and, as he stroked my sensitive cock in a way I'd never
felt before, he asked if that didn't feel very good. I said yes, that did,
but I didn't have time to get into anything heavier. I had to go
somewhere. Ignoring me, he guided me down onto the couch, asking softly
why, what was wrong. I said I didn't have time to stay and tried to stand
up again, saying I had to go.

    Looking in amazement at the size of my cock in his hand, he didn't say
anything at first, but squeezing it up larger, he said softly he understood
how I felt. This was new to me, but I had nothing to fear from him. This
was going to feel good to both of us. All I needed to do was relax and
enjoy it.

    Responding to his gentle voice and the skill with which he was
manipulating my meat, I took a deep breath and let him pull my shorts and
jock down over my hips and move me down against the back of the couch.
Then, as he began to fondle and stroke my huge cock firmly, he said to just
let him suck me off and make me cum really good, and then I could go. He
said I liked to cum, didn't I?

    As I relaxed my body on the couch, I felt my thighs open as his warm
and naked upper body moved between them and his hands stroked my cock up
from the base until it was hard and throbbing.  Then, as he lightly kissed
the thick, engorged head, he slid his full, soft lips slightly over the tip
of the thick, sensitive head, very, very gently.

     Giving over to these sensations, I closed my eyes and, resting my head
against the back of the couch, in a matter of seconds, I felt his warm,
moist mouth moving over the swollen, very sensitive head of my cock and his
full lips closing tightly around its girth, sending a flood of sensations
over my cock.

    Then, as I felt the sharp sting of the tip of his tongue probing inside
my slit, I suddenly had a brief flash of memory of Bart's mouth sucking
hungrily on the head of my cock as I struggled to get free. Recalling this
horrible scene, I began to panic.

    Opening my eyes, I saw Raj sucking loudly on my shaft and, suddenly
frightened, I pushed his mouth off my cock and, managing to stand up away
from him, held my hand over my red, moist dick, reaching down to pull up my
shorts, saying I had to go.

    Stunned by the sudden change in my behavior, he looked at me, asking
what was wrong.  Why was I acting so crazy all of a sudden, saying he could
tell I liked what he was doing and he thought we had an agreement.

    I nodded my head and said yes, it had felt great, but I was upset over
Ron and couldn't concentrate. He smiled, saying to come back later that
night and sleep with him. I said no, I couldn't do that.  He asked why,
because of Ron?

    I didn't say anything, but I did feel guilty that I'd let him go so
far, get himself so worked up, and then just make him stop. I could tell he
was very disappointed and thought he deserved some explanation, but I
didn't know what to say.

    Somehow my behavior seemed to give him the impression I was making fun
of him by leading him on and then rejecting him. He seemed to become a
little angry, asking if I was just playing hard to get, or was this all
just some game to me.

    As his anger increased, he tried to pull me back down on the sofa,
asking if I wanted to be forced into it for some reason, if that was my
game. Pulling away, I said no, none of that was true, and put my hand on
the doorknob, as I heard him say he hadn't gotten this hot and excited over
anyone in a very long time. He wanted me and would have me one day, one way
or the other.

    Stunned, I asked if that was a threat. He smiled, saying that men in
his country did not make threats. They made promises and always took their
revenge.

    As I closed his door behind me, I wished I'd never let him play around
with my dick, or even seen it. Like with Bart, I was afraid I'd just made a
mistake with Raj that I'd most likely soon live to regret.

    Walking down the hall, I went back to Ron's loft and knocked on the
door. I was thinking about what had just happened, as the door suddenly
opened. Ron was home after all. His face lit up as soon as he saw
me. Pulling me inside, he hugged me tightly to his body. He tried to speak,
but instead kissed me urgently on the mouth.

    Walking away from the door, he said he'd missed me and thought of me
almost constantly while he was lying in the hospital bed, but that there
was no way he could get in touch with me. He hugged me again and kept
holding me until we were sitting on his couch.

     I told him I felt the same way, of course, but I didn't even know
where he was and not knowing how to find out, I said I was very upset at
not being able to reach him.  He said there was a way to solve this problem
in the future. He'd give me his police cell phone number which either he'd
answer or a recorder would take a message. It was always with him or not
very far away. He said he'd also list my cell phone number to be contacted
as his emergency friend in case something happened to him.

    I gave him my cell phone number, but said I didn't carry it much, but
left it at school mostly in my locker. But, I said from now on, I would
either carry it with me, or check for messages often. We both smiled from
relief, knowing we would not ever be kept apart like that again. That was
not fun for either of us.

    He asked me how long I could stay. I said my father was on a business
trip and my mother was upstate visiting her sister who had just had a
baby. There was no reason I couldn't stay all night if he wanted me
too. Adding if he felt well enough.

    His face beaming, he said, excitedly, not only did he feel well enough,
he felt great with me there! Whatever had caused his dizziness at the camp,
nothing showed up on the tests, and the doctor said he could continue
working with the next shift, which meant the following Monday. So that
meant we could have a whole weekend together.

    Taking a deep breath and sinking into the couch, I said a lot had
happened to me the last couple of weeks and, realizing suddenly that he was
all right and all, I felt relieved but also tired. Ron said to either lie
down there on the couch or get on the bed and sleep a little if I wanted.
He would fix something for us to eat for supper.

    I said that sounded good to me and turned over of the couch, but before
I could turn completely, he put his arms around me and kissed me softly on
the lips, saying he was sure happy I was there. I replied, me too.

    I was not sure what he'd cooked, but as I woke up later, the whole loft
smelled good. I heard him say if I were awake, to get up and get ready for
dinner; the biscuits were going in the oven.

    As we sat down at a table next to the window, I realized this was the
first time Ron and I had actually sat down at a real table and eaten
together.

    I wasn't use to eating supper with anybody.  My parents and I seldom
sat down to eat together at the same time.  My mother cooked and my dad and
I served up what we liked and usually ate in front of separate televisions.
That is, when my dad was at home for dinner.  Whether alone or with one of
them, it was all the same.  I mostly ate alone.

    Today it was different.  Ron cooked and we ate together.  Then maybe I
would clean up, or maybe just help him.  Time would tell.

    We sat down together at the table. But what I saw on the table looked
more like breakfast than supper. There were scrambled eggs (or maybe it was
an omelet), a bowl of gravy (I think it was), some sausage patties, a pan
of biscuits, a jar of strawberry jelly, a container of whipped butter, and
a nearly-dead flower of some kind in a water-less vase. I thought, yes,
supper is on the table.

    Later, as Ron cleaned up the kitchen, I took a shower. As I was drying
off, I walked over to one of the windows and looked out. It was late and
from the window I saw little bits of the river nearby when the breeze
rocked the branches of a large tree, scrapping against the window panes.

    I listened to the scraping for a while and let my thoughts run free and
at random.  In time I began to feel a loneliness. There seemed to be a lot
of world outside. A real world, a world I never thought about before. I
seemed to be surrounded in so much space. At times, I felt I was the only
one in it.

    Suddenly I felt Ron's hands moving about my waist. He laid his face
against my neck and said I sure seemed to be deep in thought. It startled
me for a second, but then these thoughts soon began to fade as he kissed my
neck and felt my damp meat in his strong hands. Then saying that he needed
to wash the hospital of his body, he took of his clothes and got in the
shower as I continued to dry off.

    I looked at his beautiful, muscular body inside the shower and wondered
how anyone could ever want more than I had right then. A beautiful and
loving guy to take care of me and the promise of such a wonderful life.

    After he dried off quickly, he put on a robe and invited me to step
inside it to stay warm. I moved my naked body against his as he closed the
large robe around both our bodies.  Pressing our eager lips together and
moving our swelling meat against each other, Ron said I should be
careful. He was very horny and might be hard to handle soon, if I didn't
help him get over it. He smiled when I replied that he also might have to
help me, since I'd also been horny for him several days.

    Sliding out of the robe, we lay down on the bed. His dick was as
swollen as mine and as eager to be loved, he rolled over on top of me and,
feeling the warmth of his body, an even stronger desire for him rose in my
body. I wanted badly to run my lips over parts of his body and hold them
firmly as I massaged his cock and sucked his cum into my body. Twisting
against each other with these cravings, our bodies pressed desperately
against the other's flesh.

    His strong hands moved down my stomach, massaging my flesh and curling
around my swelling shaft, as his mouth moved lightly over my nipples and
began sucking my mounding pecs up into his mouth with his lips.

    Breathing more rapidly as he moved his lips down across my stomach and
down into my crotch, he probed my sack, licking my balls and sliding his
mouth over one of them, as his nose probed the sides of my scrotum and my
bush, filling his nostrils with the male aroma of my warm crotch, arousing
him to a very heightened level of excitement.

    Suddenly, pulling out of my groin, his head rested on my thigh as if to
delay his orgasm. Opening his legs wide, he slid his hand around his cock
and held it tightly.  The head of his cock was swollen, full of cum he was
trying to hold in. I leaned my upper body over his and watched his cock
pulsing above his fist. I wanted so much to slip my mouth over it and suck
out his load. But I also held back, continuing our pleasure longer.

    In a few moments he released his shaft and, moving his hand into his
groin, began to scratch under his balls. Then, turning onto his side, our
bodies facing, he stroked down the fullness of my shaft and, taking his in
his other hand, he pressed the heads of our dicks together. Then spreading
the foreskin of his cock over the head of mine, gripping them together, he
massaged the sensitive heads of our dicks against one another.

    As this unique sensation teased our dicks, they both became so large
and swollen that the foreskin would no longer fit over them both.  In fact,
as his own dick swelled to its full size, the loose skin on all his shaft
rapidly became so rigid that none of its skin would any longer slide.

    My lips over his cock, I slipped my mouth down the shaft, forcing his
foreskin back over his sensitive head, then fully open and available for my
lips to milk the cream from its slit.

    As his precum began to leak from his dick, my mouth eagerly licking
around the tender head, he began rhythmically thrusting with his hips into
my action of my lips and mouth until, suddenly, the feeling too intense, I
felt him empty his thick sperm into my mouth, flooding my tongue with his
sweet warmth as his cock pushed deeper into my mouth and, squeezing my body
to steady himself, waves of cum surged from his groin.

    Aroused by the taste of his cum and with the pungent smell of his groin
filling my nostrils, my dick had swollen to enormous proportions. I could
also no longer hold back my own load, but felt it spurt in long, heavy
ropes of sperm over Ron's stomach and chest. He immediately shoved his
mouth over my shaft and eagerly took several more lobs of heavy cum which
ejaculated onto his tongue.

    Eventually exhausted, we sunk down into the mattress and into each
others' arms, stroking the other's tired and spent body until we lay almost
asleep on the bed. At one point, I felt Ron stretch a black satin sheet
loosely across our bodies which closed snugly around our bodies as we fell
asleep.

    I woke up sometime during the night. The room was dark. I could not
feel Ron lying next to me, but I could hear him running water in the sink,
so I rolled over on my back and pulled the soft satin sheet up over my
chest. Then, a second time, I was again sleeping soundly when I was
awakened by him climbing back in below my body at the foot of the bed. He
was under the loose sheet and moving up between my legs.

    Moving very slowly, he ran his hands lightly over my calves and onto my
soft inner thighs.  Then I felt him rub his face against the warmth of my
skin and parted my legs slightly with his hands. He paused, and then I felt
his hand move quickly up into my groin, lying over my relaxed meat.

    My heavy dick was lying over my scrotum, my balls full beneath its
weight. I woke up a little more as his hand, shaking at first, then moved
onto my dick and gently squeezed the fullness of its' girth, eagerly at
first, but then more cautiously.

    Then running his thumb under my balls, he moved them gently into the
palm of his hand, and rolled them around in his fingers, feeling their
firmness and size. I could feel his breathing becoming deeper and more
labored. I remember thinking he was certainly aroused, almost as if he'd
never done this to me before.

    Responding to his passion, I spread my legs wide apart and my balls
slipped down between my thighs, my dick flopping over them. He hesitated
for a moment, gripping them quietly. Then I felt his warm mouth on the head
of my cock, his lips moving against my heavy cock as he began to suck it
deeper into his mouth. He waited for a moment, just holding it in his
mouth, and then, breathing even harder, he sucked it several more times
until most of my dick was inside his mouth.

    Moving my hand up to my face, I rested it on my throat. He stopped
suddenly when I moved, but slowly relaxed and inched more of my dick into
his mouth with his lips, sucking it harder as he encouraged the shaft to
swell longer and wider.

    I loved his warm mouth on my dick and, relaxing my head into the soft
pillow and stretching out my body completely on the bed, I lifted my crotch
into his face and allowed him free movement to do what he wanted to do,
only moaning softly from the wonderful feeling in my groin.

    Dozing in and out of consciousness, I luxuriated in the movement of his
tongue and mouth massaging my open groin. Very excited, he eagerly probed
into every soft and inviting part of my crotch. I loved the sensations and
welcomed them.

    In time I drifted back into a deeper sleep. Occasionally, I felt
sensations in my groin or on my cock, but was never fully awake. I thought
I even might have cum a little at one or two points. I remember some kind
of warm moist sensations as his tongue moved over the head of my cock.

    Later, closer to morning, I felt a rocking motion of the mattress, as
Ron was getting up from under the sheet. I turned over and stretched my
body. Suddenly, I was roused completely from my sleep by a key opening the
front door and the sound of someone walking into the room.  Ron was no
longer in bed with me, but my groin was very moist and tingling. The head
of my dick was sticky and very sensitive.

    I sat up in bed and stared at the outline of the person coming toward
me. I was getting very frightened and about to speak when, taking off his
jacket, I heard Ron ask if he'd woke me up. I said nothing, as he
apologized for leaving without telling me, but he explained he'd been
called to headquarters for a couple of hours.

    As he went into the bathroom, I felt my crotch, running my hand over my
moist dick and scrotum, feeling the wet, sticky areas on my skin and
looking at the stains on the black satin sheet.