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.