AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
Part Four, Exploring the Data
Looking around the supply room, I'd found a couple of blankets, one I spread over the mats and one I used for cover while waiting for Ron to return. I lay awake quite a while, going over and over the mystery of the woven bracelet, but coming to few conclusions.
I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I heard a shower running and, shortly after that, watched Ron coming into the room, still drying his body with a towel. He spoke as soon as he saw I was awake.
"Where'd you get the blanket?" he asked, seesawing the towel against his back, his dick swaying conspicuously back and forth against his thighs. "You look like you're in for the night." I smiled, nodding toward the supply room, but saying nothing as he tossed the towel over a chair.
"Do you mind?" he asked, taking hold of the top of the blanket. "Looks warmer in there." I shook my head, pulling back the blanket as he bent over, rolling in under it, his body nudging against mine. "This okay?" he asked, looking at me for a reaction.
Nodding, I started to move over and give him more room but, changing my mind, I left the side of my body against his. As long as he was taking the lead, I was determined to go along with anything he wanted to do. I had to find out if he was the one I'd let suck me off yesterday, or was it was really Bart.
We laid there for quite a while, silent, or talking about nothing. Finally I turned on my side away from him, as we'd been earlier, pleased that he didn't waste any time moving up against my back, but a bit startled when I felt his swollen and rather firm dick pressing against the cheeks of my butt.
I was stunned, at least at first, never having felt a dick against my butt before, but he was making the most of it. If either of us moved, even slightly, I could feel it, like a fat sausage, squirming over my smooth cheeks, often lodging accidentally between them. That he seemed to relish, and I don't doubt it felt good, having his dick snugly wedged between their firm fullness. Gently thrusting between them, it sure didn't take long for his dick to get pretty hard.
I had an idea what he was thinking and wasn't entirely comfortable with this, but tried not to show any reaction. That seemed only to empower him more. He soon even pressed his hand on my lower stomach, holding my body snugly against his as he pursued his fantasy.
Eventually feeling my own dick swelling against the blanket, I shifted my body slightly, moving my hand down over it and holding it against my thigh. He moved his hand over my arm, sliding it down toward mine, then stopped, leaning over my body as he looked under the blanket.
"You like that?" I heard him ask, his voice shattering the long silence.
"Like what?" I replied, trying to act nonchalant.
"My bracelet," he replied. "The one you're wearing."
Quickly feeling my wrist, I discovered I still had the woven bracelet on my arm. I'd forgotten I tried it on.
"Oh, yeah," I exclaimed. "So, this is your bracelet." Ron looked at me, our faces almost touching as he replied.
"I found it here on campus. I guess one of the students made it. If you want it you can have it."
"No," I replied, disappointed he hadn't really answered my question. "I couldn't take your bracelet. I guess you wear it all the time."
"No, not really," he exclaimed, taking one last thrust against my butt and then lying back on the blanket. "Just here on campus. I thought maybe whoever lost it would claim it."
We didn't say any more about it. In fact we didn't talk at all. Eventually I turned back on my side, more or less pretending to sleep, once again feeling him turn toward me, his hand gently rubbing my back, my side, and even my butt.
He seemed to really like messing with my butt. It obviously aroused him. The longer it did it, the louder his breathing became. But what surprised me was he hadn't shown a lot of interest in my dick. That made me think he wasn't the guy I was looking for. That guy'd gone crazy over it, and my balls. I didn't think he'd ever get enough of them, once he got me under the stall.
I'd enjoyed Ron's back massage, and my dick showed it, having swollen to the point it was chaffing against the blanket. Putting my hand over the hugely swollen head to protect it, I contemplated pushing off the blanket and turning onto my back, allowing the hard shaft to stand out from my body, hoping it'd tempt him to do something with it, but I couldn't get up the courage to go that far. I wanted him to make the first move. But, I couldn't wait.
Forcing myself to turn facing him, stretching naked body against his, I felt hand move tentatively around my body. I could feel my dick, quite hard and swollen, pressing against his stomach, but I didn't care. I wanted him to feel it, and really want it.
At first, Ron seemed to freeze. Then moving his hands down over the cheeks of my butt, repeatedly squeezing each of them, he suddenly came alive. Pushing his body against mine, both our dicks smashed against the other, he started to thrust against my body. I loved the sensation of his dick sliding against mine and, without thinking, began to return his thrust with my own, soon in a kind of synchronized rhythm. The sensation was incredible.
I couldn't help but wonder if it felt as good to him as it did to me. I thought it must have. His was even harder than mine, and hands were excitedly gripping my butt, his fingers often stroking my tender asshole. He was obviously very excited by this. I think both of us were soon stimulated almost to the point of ejaculation before stopping.
Pulling back from my body, Ron tried to stroke both our remarkably swollen dicks in his hand at the same time, one on top of the other, but finding it not so easy to do, he satisfied himself with just stroking mine.
That was fine, but I felt a strong desire to stroke his too. I wanted the chance to force the foreskin back over the head as I'd watched him do in the shower. I still hadn't gotten that image out of my mind and longed to see what it felt like, but was reluctant to even try. In time, however, curiosity got the best of me.
Moving my hand closer to his groin, still under the blanket, I touched his rigid dick and, slowly taking it up in my hand, was immediately surprised how much bigger it felt than it'd looked hanging from his body. But I was also disappointed.
His dick being extremely swollen, the foreskin was stretched too tightly for me to slide it completely over the head. I tried, but the best I could do was get it up to the head and then slide my hand over the head it. But I liked doing that, and so did he. Soon we were stroking each other's dick quite openly, more of less masturbating each other, slowly and with a kind of silent intensity, but as if I were dreaming it.
I'd never felt of another guy's dick before, certainly not like this. I could hardly believe I was actually doing it then. I'd never even wanted to touch one, much less have someone touch mine. A lot of older guys especially, had tried, even offering me money to let them feel my dick, at least when I'd reached adolescence and really started to stand out.
Maybe, I thought later, I hadn't wanted it because, before yesterday, I hadn't known how good it could feel to be touched down there. Now I did.
From the first time I'd touch Ron's dick, I was impressed by how soft, and yet firm it felt, but even more amazed at its strength as it pushed against my hand, struggling to grow. Then continuing to fondle and stroke it, I became increasingly aware of the large vein that ran the length of his shaft, surprised that I could feel the blood surging inside, pulsing against my fingers.
I tried to imagine how it'd feel against my tongue, wondering if I'd feel it pulsing if I just held it in my mouth. I thought I could handle that, just to find out. But I'd have to be careful not to suck it. He might cum, and I couldn't imagine what that would be like. But I admit I was curious.
Interrupting my thoughts, I felt Ron push back the blanket and, exposing both our bodies, look steadily at my groin, my huge dick stretching upward out of my body. Then pivoting his body next to mine, hovering over my crotch, he moved his nervous fingers over the shaft, squeezing it just below the head, watching intensely, obviously fascinated by the beads of precum swelling from the slit.
Then moving it toward his mouth, he pressed his lips against the tip, gently licking it onto his tongue and, suddenly sliding his mouth over the hugely swollen head, sucked it further inside, swirling his tongue over the tender head, savoring the leakage.
Instantly gripped by the incredible sensation, I almost cried out, unable to cope with the myriad of sensations that electrified my groin.
At first ignoring my attempts to pull away from the both painful and yet wonderful sensation of his relentlessly sucking the head, he then eased the pressure of his mouth, sliding it further on my shaft until he almost gagged.
Then relaxing its pressure, rubbing my chest and stomach, he tried to calm me, as well as himself. But he never stopped sucking on my dick, moaning quietly with a kind of deep satisfaction I couldn't understand. It was so intense,
Soon, my body began to tremble uncontrollably. Digging my fingers into his arms and shoulder, trying to cope with what I knew was about to happen, I begged him to relent, or at least ease up on the head, warning him, in effect, I was about to cum. But he didn't, or couldn't by that point.
Continuing to push his then very warm mouth down over my amazing engorged dick, he stimulated by dick with his hand, keeping me on the edge of orgasm, his tongue swirling around its swollen mushroom head. Then I felt my body literally to shake. I couldn't help it.
Relaxing my groin muscles, I felt a brief, kind of sharp pain in my balls and then an intense ejaculation of sperm into his mouth, followed by yet another as I fought to take a deep breath. Left almost weak from the surge of adrenalin rushing throughout my body, I clung to his body, jerking against his mouth as he tried to swallow my load.
I remember almost wrestling with him for a while to see who was going to keep control of my extremely sensitive dick. Either he was going to retain it in his mouth or I was going to keep in it my hand until the almost painful tingling sensation subsided.
I eventually won, holding it close against my stomach as we rolled over on the mat, the two of us laughing as we came down, emotionally from that terrific high.
We laid there for quite a while. I think sleeping off and on until I think it'd gotten pretty late. I didn't care. There was no one at home, so I could stay as long as I wanted and, in fact, did, almost all night. He'd gotten me off a couple of more times before it started to get light, but neither as powerful as that first time.
I remember waking up at one point, hearing the shower running, and assumed Ron was going to make morning rounds. Then the next time I woke up, he was gone. Putting on the dirty jogging clothes I'd worn yesterday, having nothing else to wear, I started to leave, leaving a scribbled note on top of Ron's gym bag.
Thanks, Same Time Tomorrow?
to be continued . . .