AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
Part 3 - First All Nighter
Having taken the crutches home with me, I found them more trouble than they were worth. I could walk much better as soon as I put my favorite high-top tennis shoes on. Their ankle support and the Ace bandage did the trick. Of course, I had to walk slow and deliberately.
I knew Ron would be happy when he saw how I could walk. The redness of my dick was fading, and after we put some medicated cream on the scratches and whisker burns, they were healing also. If only the rest of me would soon heal too, I would be lucky.
Maybe I'd caused it. I didn't know. All I knew was it was horrible. No one should have to go through the things Bart did to me. I wanted to forget it. I hoped I could. I slept several hours when I got home this afternoon, and when I woke up, I felt much better.
Walking slowly up to the gym, I felt like the luckiest boy in the world. What I'd learned in the past few days would stay with me, I hoped, forever. Ron would always be there for me, and we'd always enjoy sharing each other's body.
These childish thoughts were in my mind as I went up the steps to the south entrance of the gym. Since Ron had left the door ajar as he'd said he would, I went into the dark hallway and down to the basement. He was not in the locker room, but one light was left on. I called out his name, but heard no reply. I went into the workout room.
I didn't see him in there, but the wrestling mats were stacked in the corner of the room, this time a thick sleeping bag lying on top of them. I walked over and looked at it closer. It was large enough to be a double sleeping bag. There was also a canteen, one candle, a small portable radio, and a tube of some kind of cream.
As I was looking at the radio, Ron came in the door and shut it behind him. He said the building was locked and secure. He only needed to make rounds around midnight. I sat on the sleeping bag, watching him closely, and waiting.
Coming over to me, he pulled off his shirt and shoes, stretching out next to me. I had found a good station on the radio. He nodded in approval, as I stretched out partly over his upper body, my cheek lying on his pecs.
Touching my lips to his exposed nipple, I sucked it firmly as it swelled against my full lips. I loved sucking on his tits (as I playfully called them) and holding them in my hand.
He kissed my forehead a few times and wrapped his big arms tightly around my back, moving his hand down the small of my back and caressing the cheeks of my ass as we laid in silence for a while listening to the music, content with each, very relaxed and very happy.
Suddenly asking if he smelled, he said maybe he should take a shower. I said it was up to him, but I didn't smell anything except him and that was fine with me. Smiling, he said we should take our clothes off and check each other out.
I didn't have many clothes on and neither did he. I was wearing a pullover shirt, faded jeans, thin white briefs, and of course, my tennis shoes and thick socks. We both shed our clothes and stretched out on the open sleeping bag, our naked bodies reflecting the soft light coming in the windows.
Our bodies at once entwined. We kissed for a while and stroked each other's body. Then he rolled me over on my back and sat back on his elbow. Taking my dick in his hand, he inspected it carefully, saying it looked much better already. He squeezed the shaft and asked me if that hurt. I said no, it felt great. Then he licked the underside of the shaft, asking if that hurt. I said no, that also felt good.
Leaning his head back, he asked why my cock was so swollen if it didn't hurt. I told him it was my dick's way of showing him he thought it felt good too. Smiling at that, he pinched my nipple playfully, saying I was a find. I didn't know exactly what he meant, but it sounded good to me.
As he looked down at me, I thought how beautiful and warm his eyes were. He looked at me with such tenderness and passion. I was becoming very aroused, my balls already swollen with cum, and waiting for relief. As Ron rubbed my chest and massaged my pecs, my dick stretched nearly its full length against his stomach. He guided the throbbing shaft into his warm hand, then slid it up and down my dick firmly but with gentleness.
He began kissing it lightly on the head and underneath the shaft. Feeling his lips nibbling on my now-swollen cock excited me greatly, stirring something deep in my aching groin. Then, placing his lips against the tip of the head, he slid them firmly down the shaft a few inches, running his tongue over its warm fullness.
My body twisted from the sensation. He waited a moment and then began to inch slowly even further down the shaft with his lips, using his strong fingers around the base of my shaft to push against my groin and force my dick further and further out of my body.
When my dick was hugely swollen and very sensitive, he relaxed his mouth and slid it freely several times up and down most of the full length of my shaft. Then suddenly thrusting his mouth almost completely down my shaft, he forced it deep into his throat. I could feel the head of my dick touching and pushing against the back of his mouth, then sliding down into his throat. That felt unbelievably good. I loved the intense sensation, and wanted to do that for him.
The larger my dick swelled, the more excited he became. Even though it was incredibly thick and swollen at this time, he pushed it closer and closer to its maximum. When he finally pulled his mouth off my cock, I could feel the precum leaking from the head. He also noticed it and ran his tongue over the slit, scooping up the juice and taking it into his mouth.
Gripping my shaft, he worked it with upward motions, milking more of the shiny juice out my slit which he rubbed onto his lips and tongue. Then he slid his mouth gently up and down the shaft again, trying to relax me with slower motions.
I became more aroused than I thought possible as his hunger for my groin grew more and more intense, and by the time my dick was very swollen, I knew I was not going to be able to hold back my load much longer. My shaft had thickened to an amazing width and the head was engorged with blood, flared and throbbing.
Sensing I was on the verge, he licked my swollen balls and inner thighs for a while and then wrapping his fingers tightly around the base of my shaft, he milked my cock in successive upward motions.
The slit of its head leaked freely. He sucked up these fluids slowly and, lacing his mouth squarely over the slit, began moving down the shaft with rapid and repeated constrictions of his lips.
No longer able to hold back, my cock trembled from the pressure of my load surging up out of my balls and flowing into my shaft. My cock head flared and opened as my warm sperm forced itself out of my body, releasing a large amount directly into Ron's throat.
As he felt my cum passing into his body, he moaned audibly and tightened his thighs around my leg. He savored each of the three or four strong surges of cum which followed, tasting the warm cream which was the goal of his effort.
As each load spurt from my groin, I squeezed the fullness of Ron's pecs and sucked his hard nipple firmly until each pleasurable sensation ran through my lower body and subsided. Our exhausted bodies eased naturally together into the soft folds of the sleeping bag. Breathing rapidly, he caressed me, kissing my chest and neck, as I stroked his hair and back, my head sinking into the pillow.
The feeling of relief in my balls and groin relaxed my body, rapidly increasing the pleasure I felt, holding this guy and having given him so much of me. We must have slept for a while. When we woke up, still in each other's arms inside the sleeping bag, I was sweating. I opened the bag and spread out the cover.
I sensed at once the pungent smell of our bodies in the warm moist air rising from the bag. The strong odor of our bodies aroused my senses and triggered my desire for more, and deeper sensation.
Putting my head down into the bag, I inhaled deeply. Ron's legs were parted. His thick cock and large balls were relaxed and filled his groin. Moving my head closer, I pushed my face into his groin. As I did, I smelled its warm, moist scent rising from deep within his mass of thick black pubic hair. Running my tongue up under his sack and tasting the soft skin under his balls, my desire soared.
His balls were heavy against my tongue, but the more I probed and licked their loose, soft skin, the more of his groin gave up its smell, pungent with masculinity. I was surprised, but also very turned on by this. My mouth lingered over his balls and dick. Both responded to the warmth of my breath and tongue as they lay against my face.
Ron stirred a little and, in a half-conscious state, opened his thighs wider. I felt his hands resting on my head, as he began to stroke my hair and neck. His crotch lifted into my face, welcoming my mouth probing its pungent crevices urgently.
I didn't realize a groin held so many delights to experience. I thought the dick and balls were all that mattered. I knew then they were only the more obvious features of a man's crotch. No wonder Ron had gotten so excited last night when he was probing my groin and licking my balls and ass hole.
Pulling my face out of his crotch and lifting my head, I noticed Ron had opened his eyes. I thought it must have been after midnight since the station the radio was turned to had gone off the air. As I stretched across his body to change stations, Ron grasped my lower body and pressed my meat against his face, breathing deeply and kissing my dick relaxing over his mouth.
Then, as I found the best choice of music, Ron moved his hands up and down the sides of my chest, pushing in firmly and massaging my pecs and kissing my nipples. I lay down against him and rested my face on his chest. We lay still for a while, Ron snuggling his face into my neck, kissing and nipping my skin with his lips.
He asked if I were sleepy. I told him no. Then he asked if I were having any pain in my ankle or groin. I said no. He asked if I wanted to take a shower, and I said no. He asked if I knew what he wanted. Laughing quietly, I said yes, the same things I wanted.
Pleased with my replies, he raised up and, slipping his arms around my waist, pulled my lips against his and kissed me deeply and longer than before. I sensed an urgency in his body I hadn't felt before, as if he wanted to move into a deeper region of intimacy and pleasure with me and my body.
He rolled me over on my back and pulled his body on top of mine, his legs between mine. Our dicks soon lay together nestled between our pressing stomachs. I felt their warmth and firmness as they moved rhythmically as one shaft.
We both become very aroused, as our cocks swelled as one. I felt Ron's knees slowly spreading my thighs, as he raised himself back into a seated position between them. He leaned over and snuggled his face into my armpit.
Breathing deeply a few times, licking and kissing the hair under my arm, he moved to my pecs, sucking my nipple firmly in his mouth. I felt my body quiver slightly from his touch. I loved it. As he lingered over my nipple, it grew firmer, and I could feel him pressing his mouth further and further into the mound as if trying to work it all into his mouth.
Sliding my hands down over the sides of his butt, I grasped the cheeks of his butt in my hands and, pulling his crotch up over my body and down into my face, I sunk my mouth into his groin. Then slipping his cock into my mouth, I ran my tongue around the head, pushing the foreskin back and rubbing my lips against the exposed, very sensitive head, I nibbled on it the same way he'd done mine.
His head seemed more sensitive that mine. It responded instantly by swelling and pressing against the sides of my mouth. Keeping his cock tightly between my lips, I inched my mouth down further over this shaft as he'd done mine earlier. He responded almost immediately to this stimulation also, his already swollen dick thickening noticeably.
Feeling himself close to cuming, Ron pulled his dick out of my mouth and rested back on his knees, feeling gently of my balls and stroking the taut skin on the underside of my erect cock. Then, moving back more, he pushed his face deeply into my spread groin.
I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he inhaled the scent of my crotch. He licked the insides of my thighs and sucked under my sack, probing my balls with his tongue. Soon I felt him licking around my ass hole and probing it lightly with his finger.
Loving this stimulation, I moved my hole against his mouth, encouraging its movement over the soft, sensitive skin. His tongue slipped easily and repeatedly into my ass, relaxing it with every stroke, as he sucked it with his warm, moist lips until it tingled and opened to his touch.
Deeply aroused by this strange, erotic feeling, my groin eased into it very quickly. Sensing my pleasure, he continued to use his tongue and finger to probe gradually deeper and in circular motions, spreading my hole wider and wider.
The sensation made me feel as if I'd cum if he kept it up. It seemed strange to me that simply massaging your ass hole could cause an orgasm, but it felt as if it were. The more he played in my ass hole, the more it relaxed and the looser it became. I loved the feeling it gave me in my groin and somehow wanted to feel him moving even deeper inside me. Ron became very aroused by seeing the obvious pleasure I was receiving from this. He sat back on his knees and stroked his shaft a couple of times. Then, rubbing in some spit, especially over the large head of his cock, he spread my thighs a little wider apart and placed his cock up underneath my sack.
As he breathed more heavily, he laid down over my body and, placing his hand beneath my butt, began to probe my ass hole with the head of his dick. There wasn't much room for him to move, so he tried to spread my cheeks wider apart with his fingers, and to lift up my sack and heavy balls with the shaft of his cock.
Gradually he seemed trying to move the thick head of his dick inside my ass hole. I felt a little uncomfortable with this at first. There was a lot of pressure in my groin and ass hole. The head of a cock as large as his, and as swollen and thick as his was at that point, must be much larger than my small, tight ass hole.
I tried to be patient and relax. I'd trusted him so far, and everything he'd done to me felt wonderful for both of us.
He reached for something at the top of the sleeping bag. It was the tube of cream I'd seen earlier. Then smoothing some of it over the head of his cock, he also rubbed some over and into my ass hole.
I liked the feeling of his probing fingers rubbing cream into the crack of my ass. And I felt better about letting him do whatever he was trying to do to me then. But still I wondered if he was tried to slide his dick up into my ass, would it continue to feel as good. I tensed a little, doubting I'd be able to go through with it.
As he stretched out over my body again, he stopped, looking into my eyes and smiling. I smiled back at him. Then, still looking into his eyes, I felt his cock push against my ass hole. He watched my face closely, as I began to tense up a little. Then as he said for me to relax my groin muscles, I soon felt the head of his dick trying to puncture the opening of my ass.
Feeling my tight hole spreading open as the head of his hard cock slid slowly through it, I didn't think it would be so bad. It seemed to be entering with not much trouble, except for rapidly increasing pressure inside my groin.
But we still had much further to go and, as he tried to push in more of the head, the pain became greater. I bit my lips together and tried to help him push it in by moving in closer. When I did, the head of his dick slipped quickly into my ass. I winced for a second from the very sharp pain. The pressure of his huge head in my small ass was at first unbearable but, trying to resist the natural impulse to push it out, I realized the pressure was rapidly leaving my lower body.
Catching my breath, I realized I loved the thought of his cock inside my body. I loved feeling it swell against my ass hole at his body's slightest movement.
It was also clear from his gasping and the low humming sound in his chest that he enjoyed the sensations that apparently rushed through his groin, but it wasn't easy for me to cope with so much in a matter of moments. He remained very still and rested his lips against mine, kissing me tenderly as I got my emotions in hand. Then he asked if it hurt too much to leave the head of his cock in my ass hole.
I lied and said that no, it felt fine, but he could tell I was a little frightened by this new experience. He rubbed my side for a while and kissed me several times more, tenderly and with affection. But he left the swollen head of his dick inside my ass. He said the head of his dick was bigger around than most of his shaft and that now that it was already inside of me, the rest of his dick wouldn't hurt so much as the shaft eventually slid further inside me.
Softly telling me how much he loved the feeling it gave him to be inside my body, he said I would also in time, but if the pain became too much for me, he didn't want to continue. He'd stop immediately.
I said I'd trusted him so far, and I'd trust him then, but to let's take this slowly. Smiling as his body relaxed against mine, he buried his face in the side of my neck and spoke softly in my ear, as he flexed his dick against the sides of my ass, also inching it slowly further inside me.
Concentrating on his voice and the full sensation of his shaft of meat inside my body, I kissed his cheek and moved my hands over his muscular back and full butt cheeks, as they moved under my hands.
Breathing heavier and sweating, his body stiffened against mine. It seemed he was about to cum. Moaning from the pleasure, he stopped all movement and rested against my body. I could feel him flexing his dick as it lay still against the sides of my hole. It was a tickling kind of sensation which made me both want to squeeze it out of me, and at the same time take more of it inside me. It was a strange reaction, I thought.
The frequent throbbing of his cock continued, but I couldn't tell if he was flexing his cock, or whether it was his pulse in his cock which I could feel teasing my ass hole. Whatever it was, I liked it.
As he thrust his sensitive shaft inside my warm butt, he whispered, becoming emotional, that he'd wanted so much to fuck me, to cum in my butt, so badly and so much. It felt wonderful to be doing it then. Suddenly, and I think without intending to, he shifted up his body a little and his dick was forced a little deeper into my ass. I responded instantly from the sharp pain, and jerked. He stopped immediately.
The pain subsided gradually, but the pressure in my groin was greater. Realizing I was tensing up, he left the head and a little of his shaft in my body, but he wiped off some of the excess cream from around my ass hole and rubbed it around his shaft at the entrance of my ass.
Again kissing me reassuringly, he laid against my body, his cock twisting a little in my ass as he moved. I rubbed his back and over the cheeks of his butt, trying to help him cope with his frustration and continue to be patient. His cock moved slightly back out of my hole, but stopped at the head and then pushed back inside my ass. It caused a lot of pressure, but by then, didn't hurt too bad, as something gave way inside my ass.
Ron was certainly ecstatic from the sensation of being inside of me. I'm sure he was very close to cuming. He was biting on my earlobe, and his body felt very hard, his large back muscles tensed beneath my hands.
Feeling his back sweating against my hands and the inhaling the strong scent from his armpits into my nostrils aroused me greatly. Moaning loudly from the intense pleasure in his cock, Ron very slowly and deliberately slid his dick in and out of my ass, never going any further in and never pulling the head completely out.
Even inside my ass, I could feel the head of his cock thicken and flare, as his emotional control was shredded by the feeling of fucking my tight, virgin ass. He stopped his short strokes at a point when his cock was farthest in my ass.
I could feel his body jerk and the pressure against my hole became suddenly greater as, closing his eyes and lifting his head up slowly, he slid his whole shaft completely inside my ass, his smooth, muscular body trembling from the ecstasy he felt in his groin.
As I felt his warm sperm spill against the sides of my ass, I relaxed and accepted it, as I shared his pleasure.
After this first very strong surge, at once a couple of more orgasms followed. In his excitement, Ron gripped my shoulders very tightly and his body jerked uncontrollably every time he ejaculated. And every time he jerked, I felt more pain as his large shaft was thrust deeper and deeper into my ass and held there while he released his sperm.
When he'd emptied his cum into my ass, he relaxed his body on top of mine. His dick still lodged in my ass. We were both excited and breathing hard, but for some reason we started to laugh a little as we were wiping off each other's sweaty faces, and at one point his soft dick slipped suddenly out of my ass hole.
I felt a wonderful feeling of relief. My ass hole was definitely sore from being so stretched, but I was still high from this, for me, very unique and thrilling experience. Moving his hand down into my groin and resting it under my sack, he asked if I was all right down there. I said yes, but that this was all new to me, and was going to take some time to catch on to.
Ron held my body very closely to his and, kissing my lips and face, said it had felt so wonderful and thanked me repeatedly as he kissed me over and over, and hugged me from side to side. As we calmed down, lying in each other's arms, Ron suddenly remembered his midnight rounds. Since it was then almost 1:00 A.M., he'd have to get a quick shower and check out the other buildings on campus.
I said I'd come with him, but he said no, I needed to stay off my foot. He'd just make a quick walkthrough and come back.
Listening to Ron shower for a while, I must have dropped off to sleep. When I woke up, he was gone. I needed to go to the bathroom, so I put on my high-tops and made my way into the bathroom. I could walk pretty good, but my ass hole was sore and reminded me with each step of what we'd just put it though.
Before leaving the bathroom, I looked around for some kind of ointment to put on it, but all I found was stuff for sore muscles and I knew it burned like hell, even on tough skin.
I'd cleaned myself up pretty good down there, and thought if I'd rub on some more of Ron's cream, it would heal. At least these scars are ones that I enjoyed getting and really allowed to happen.
When I reached the sleeping bag, I laid down and, rolling over on my side, applied some cream to my hole. As I smoothed the cool cream over my ass hole, it felt better than it hurt. But, yes, the sides of my hole were sore. I worked my finger in and out with increasingly longer strokes. That also hurt, but it also felt kinda good. I wondered (not realizing I already had) if I'd ever be able to take more of Ron's dick in my ass.
No, I didn't see how. It got very big when he was really excited. I didn't think there was enough room down there for a cock like his.
Sliding down into the sleeping bag, I took a deep breath, laying my head against the pillow to wait for Ron. Just before I fell asleep, I remember thinking I really liked the feeling of having Ron's dick inside my body, in my mouth or in my ass. I also liked tasting his cum in my mouth, as well as feeling his cum tickling in my ass. I smiled at myself, guessing I wanted it all, all of Ron I could have.
Sometime later on, I felt Ron's naked body nuzzling in beside mine. Not quite awake, I felt him slide his arms around my chest and pull his naked body up against my back. His body was a little cold, but he said softly that mine was very warm, very firm, and very beautiful.
As he scooped my balls and most of my soft dick up and held them in his hand, we raised our knees up into a kind of fetal position, his crotch cupped around my hips. The radio was still on, but it was an easy-listening all-night station, so it was restful and pleasant. I loved the feeling of his hands holding my sack and dick, just as I loved holding his in mine.
Running his other hand over my stomach, he playfully squeezed what he called some of my fatty places. That night he was referring to the sides of my waist, my relaxed pecs, and my limp dick. When I said I thought he liked some fatty places more than others, he protested that he loved all of my places and, pulling my body tightly against his and wrestling me a little, said he couldn't get enough of them.
That was the first time he'd said that kind of thing to me. I thought he must have felt that way, but he never actually said it to me. Then he yawned and said he was beat, suggesting we sleep for a few hours. I'd been catnapping but, of course, he hadn't. So, I didn't complain, but just snuggled into his body. Soon we were both sleeping the rest of the night in each other's arms, also for the first time.