AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
Part One: The First Nudge
Other than masturbating, I'd never had a sexual experience with anyone until one afternoon in the boys' bathroom at high school. At that point and forever after, sex, for me, became a mutual activity.
Sitting in a stall, horny and daydreaming, I had a partial hard on, which I was idly scratching to get harder. Hearing a noise in the next stall, I noticed on the floor at my feet the shadow of the boy in the stall next to me. Apparently he was watching over the partition into my stall.
Having the biggest dick in my school, I was used to being stared at, whether naked or even in tight fitting clothes. I'd had to adjust to that early in life and, by adolescence, actually enjoyed it. I considered this just another opportunity to show it off. Stretching my legs out again, I began to stroke my already swollen dick up even larger, pleased that the shadow did not move, but wishing I could see the look on his face.
Suddenly I felt something push against my foot. Looking down, I saw a hand coming under the partition, motioning to me. Around the boy's wrist was a woven hemp bracelet with a nugget of blue turquoise worked into it. Looking at the stone, I knelt down in my stall, but didn't know exactly what to do. He seemed to want me to come closer to the stall, but I hesitated, not knowing why.
Touching my knee, he gently guided me closer and closer to the partition until I could no longer see my dick, which by then was much limper, even occasionally touching the floor at I knelt. I suddenly became very nervous as I waited, almost fearful what might happen.
Suddenly I felt the warm caress of a hand closing snugly around my thick, flaccid dick. I froze, holding my breath, pulling back slowly from the sensation. No one had ever held my dick in his hand before, especially the way he was then. I loved the feeling, my heart beginning to race as he massaged it up from its base, pulling my groin further and further under the stall.
I'd beat off many times, but none had felt as good as this was. The sensations in my dick were incredible, but I was afraid I'd was spill my cum all over the floor if he didn't easy up. I pulled back, but he held me rigidly against the stall until I stopped, resting my head against the partition.
He continued to stroke my dick until I felt a warm, moist pressure on my head of my dick and then slide around the girth of the shaft several inches. I'd never felt anything like that before. Suddenly I realized it was his mouth. He was actually sucking my dick. I was stunned, but only for a moment. Then consumed by the sensation, I began to breathe rapidly as it inched down over my thick, swollen dick until it seemed mostly all in his mouth.
I'd heard about this, but no one had ever sucked my dick before. A couple of friends had suggested we do it to each other, but we never did. But at that point, I realized it was being done to me, and I couldn't make myself pull away from the incredibly wonderful sensation. It felt too good.
He began sucking it very hard, firmly stroking the shaft. Then, pausing at the head, his tongue swirling over the top, he plunged repeated down over the shaft. I shook uncontrollably from the almost painful sensation, but he ran his hands under and around the cheeks of my butt, holding me firmly against his mouth. Every nerve in my body was alive with this overpowering feeling I'd never known before. In no time, I felt as if I were about to shoot my load.
Seeming to sense this, he slowed his sucking , easing his tongue on the head, but it was too late. I tried to warn him, to let him know I was going to cum, but he only sucked harder and took longer strokes, massaging my balls and the base of my dick. I tried to hold back my cum, but it was possible to stop.
The first spurt shot out with a force that shook my lower body. It was followed immediately by two thicker wads of cum which I could feel him swallow before, squeezing the head for more, he sucked the painfully sensitive head until I could no longer think clearly, nor catch my breath. It felt incredibly wonderful, but started to hurt as he probed the slit with his tongue.
I'd cum a lot in the last few years, but never more than I had then. I remember thinking being sucked off was much better than beating myself off, and I wanted to do it again, right then if I could. I thought maybe he'd try, but he stopped sucking my dick, just holding it in his mouth.
I thought maybe he was mad at me for cuming in his mouth. I'd tried to warn him and pull out in time, but his lips had held it tightly and, instead of letting me get up, he'd slid his hands around the cheeks of my butt and pulled me even further under the stall, my crotch against his face. In fact, he still was.
Holding the base of my dick he stroked it firmly upward, as if milking it for more cum, swirling his tongue around the tender flesh each time a bead oozed from the slit. to ooze out. I remember how bad it stung as he probed the slit with his hard tongue.
At first I tried to pull away and make him stop. Not only had this become painfully uncomfortable, but I was also afraid someone would come in and catch us. We'd been at this a long time already.
I began to squirm but, sensing yet a second wave of cum start to move up from my balls into my cock, I eased against his mouth, surprised by feeling his fingers sliding over my asshole, teasing its stretched anus as his soft lips sucked against the huge vein on the base of my dick, gently at first, but then more firmly as he probed the tight opening.
I was shocked, at first wanting him to stop. Then, although it felt very strange to me, it also good. After a few moments, I actually began to like the new sensation this anonymous boy was introducing to me. I also wanted to shoot off again. I didn't even know who he was, except that he was another student in my school and he'd opened up a new door of sexual experience to me that I wanted to explore .
Relaxing into the warm, sucking sensation yet a second time, I moaned audibly, soon feeling a load of sperm gush into the warm pressure of his mouth. Stroking my sides reassuringly as I began to panic, he slid his lips slowly up and down the shaft, until I couldn't take the intense sensations any longer.
Wonderfully weak and drained, I gently pulled my dick slowly out of his mouth, as he continued to suck it anxiously, actually holding it a moment longer just before he let the head come out, forcing me to give him the last traces of sperm from the head before I withdrew it completely.
Returning to the seat, I rubbed my sore knees, neither of us speaking. I could hear his breathing over my own. I wanted to say something to him, but didn't know what to do. I wanted to know who the boy was, but in a way I was afraid to, or to let him know who I was.
Trying to think clearly, I suddenly realized he was holding a folded piece of toilet paper under the stall, obviously wanting me to take it. When I did, I heard him stand and open the door of his stall.
He'd written four words on it in black ink:
Thanks, same time tomorrow?
I wanted to look over the door and see if I knew the boy, but I didn't think I should. He might see me. Instead, I bent down and looked under the door. But, by that time, he was half way out of the bathroom, his back to me.
I couldn't see his face. All I could see walking away from me was the dark blue uniform and cap of an off-duty city patrol officer, like the ones who worked for my school.
Shocked by my discovery, I stared at the door, even after it'd closed slowly behind him, leaving me alone in my stall . . . with much to think about.
to be continued . . . .