AWAKENING OF INNOCENCE
Part One - First Time, Second Try
Other than masturbating, sometimes with friends, mostly alone, I'd never had a physical sexual experience with anyone until I was a seventeen-year-old senior in high school. Even by standards then, I was a late bloomer. But one day after school in the boys' bathroom in the basement of my high school, my bloom burst open. Sex 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 saw the shadow on the floor at my feet of the boy in the stall next to me. He was looking over the partition into my stall.
Although I sat up straight and stopped rubbing my dick, the shadow didn't move. I don't know why, but I stretched my legs out again. My dick was rock hard, I started stroking it, but the shadow still did not move.
After a while I was close to cuming. I remember knowing that he was looking, but I didn't care. I think I liked it really. But I wished I could see the look on his face as he watched. All boys liked to cum, and he would especially enjoy seeing a dick as big as mine shoot the size loads I could shoot.
Suddenly I felt a hand moving over my ankle. Looking down at the bottom of the partition, I saw the hand motioning me underneath. He was wearing a hemp bracelet probably woven for him by his girlfriend or for himself.
I liked it, I remember, because it had a nugget of blue turquoise woven into it. I knelt down in my stall, but didn't know exactly what to do. He seemed to want me to come under the stall.
I hesitated. He then touched my knee gently and guided me closer and closer to the wall of the stall until I could no longer see my cock. I was beginning to get nervous and wondered what would happen.
I felt the caress of a warm hand closing snugly around my dick. I loved the feeling, but was very nervous, especially as he began to massage it up from the base of the shaft.
No one had ever held my cock in his hand before. I loved the sensations it gave me, but I was afraid that I was going to spill my cum all over the floor. I held it back and leaned my head against the partition.
Then I felt a warm moist pressure on my dick which was better than anything I had ever felt before. He was inching his mouth down over my thick, swollen dick until it seemed mostly all in his mouth.
No one had ever done this to me before either. I had heard about doing it and some of my friends had even suggested we do it to each other. But we never had. But this time it was being done to me, and I could not make myself pull away from the wonderful, sucking sensation on my cock.
He began sucking me very hard, and firmly stroking my cock, pausing at the head and twisting his tongue over the top before he plunged back down the full length of my cock. The feeling went all over my body. I shook uncontrollably, but wasn't at all cold.
As he sucked my dick, he ran his warm hands over my balls and up over my stomach and hard nipples. Every nerve in my body was alive with this overpowering feeling I had never known before. I started to breathe very hard. My cock was rock hard, the head flared and very swollen. I was about to shoot my load.
He seemed to sense this in me and slowed down his movement, but it was too late. I tried to hold back my cum, but it was no longer possible. I tried to warn him, to let him know I was going to have to shoot my load, but he only sucked harder and took longer strokes and rubbed my balls and the base of my cock.
I couldn't hold it any longer. The first spurt of hot cum shot out with a force that shook my entire body. It was followed by two long, hard spurts of cum which I think I felt him swallow and then try to suck out more.
I think even more cum oozed out into his mouth as he sucked and moved his mouth and tongue around my still very hard dick, until I could no longer think clearly, nor catch my breath.
I had cum a lot in the last two years or so, but this feeling was unique and wonderful. But I had never experienced this kind of orgasm before. Getting sucked off was much better and intense than beating myself off.
He stopped sucking on my cock, but kept holding it in his mouth. Even when I tried to pull it out, his lips held it tightly. And instead of letting me get up, he slid his hands around the cheeks of my butt and pulled me even further under the stall, my crotch against his face.
It hurt for a little while as he moved his tongue over the head of my dick and tasted the cum left on it. Then grasping the base of my shaft, he began firmly milking it upwardly, sucking and forcing out more cum onto his waiting tongue through his tightly sucking lips.
At first I thought I should pull away and not go on. We had been there for a long time and someone might come in. But, almost at once, I could feel a second wave of cum start to move up from my balls into my cock.
Playing around my smooth, sensitive ass hole with his fingers, he slid his soft lips up and down the throbbing vein on the back of my shaft, gently at first, but then with increasing firmness, as he massaged my still swollen shaft, trying eagerly to taste more of my sperm in his mouth.
At times, I wanted him to stop him, but it felt good but it also hurt. Besides, I wanted to shoot another load. I loved the intense pleasure and release this anonymous boy was giving me. I didn't even know him, except he was just another student in my school and we had shared a great feeling, unique for me at that time.
Exhausted by this time, I gently pulled my long, thick shaft slowly out of his warm mouth, as he continued to suck it anxiously. Holding it a moment longer just before the head came out, he forced me to let him suck the head until I eventually pulled all of it out.
He protested a little silently, by holding my leg for a minute, but then released it, and I returned to my seat. Neither of us ever said anything. We just sat there for awhile. I could barely hear his breathing over my own.
I didn't know what to do. In a way, I wanted to know who the boy was, but in a way I was afraid to. While I was trying to think clearly, I realized he was holding a folded piece of toilet paper under the stall. I took it out of his hand and opened it. He'd written four words on it:
Thanks, same time tomorrow?
As I read the note, I heard him standing and opening his stall door. I wanted to look over the door and see what this boy looked like. I might know him, but didn't think I should. Instead I bent down and looked under the door.
He was half way out of the bathroom with 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 who worked for my school.
Staring at the door, even for a moment after it had closed slowly behind him, I was left alone in my stall . . . with much to think about.
I woke up the next morning with still a lot on my mind. Not able to sleep much, I laid awake most of the night and thought about what had happened to me that afternoon. My feelings were divided. Certainly, I couldn't deny the physical sensations I'd felt were great . . . nothing like I'd ever known before. I didn't know anything could ever feel as good. I wanted to have it again and again.
But I was also frightened what might come out of doing that with a policeman. A man probably as old as my father. A policeman. I couldn't believe that had really happened. I didn't know old men did stuff like that. He was like a teacher. I did know one thing, however. I did have to find this man and try to get some idea what he was going to do, to tell what I'd done or not.
We had more than one off-duty policeman who worked for the school, directing traffic and patrolling the campus. I never paid much attention to them, but I knew that different ones worked in different shifts. That morning I determined to see them all. Maybe I'd recognize the one who'd done so many wonderful things to my body the afternoon before.
I knew he hadn't seen my face, but he'd seen my whole body over the stall as he watched me beating off. He'd recognize my dick for sure, if he ever saw it again. But not my face. So, I put a cap on to cover my hair and a rain poncho to help disguise my body, and started off to school.
Approaching campus, I saw a policeman at the southeast corner. As I neared the corner, I saw it was a police woman, so that left three to look for. One officer stood at each of the four corners of the block, so there were only three to check out today.
I continued to the northeast corner where a second policeman was directing traffic in the middle of the street. When I saw him better, I knew I'd seen him before. He was a younger policeman who was very popular with the kids at school. He drove a neat car and was always friendly and nice to us, but he was also like a teacher and kept a distance from us.
Sargent Ron, as we called him, or sometimes just Ron, was a clean-cut athletic type of guy who often shot hoops by himself behind the gym. I knew it wasn't him I was looking for.
I continued to the corner at the northwest side of the campus. I'd never seen the policeman on this corner. He was very old, at least 40, kinda heavy with gray hair. He paid no attention to me as I watched him from the sidewalk, so I decided he couldn't be the one I was looking for either. That meant if the man I looked for was working today, it had to be this last policeman.
When I saw him from a distance, I thought, yes, I'd seen him before. He'd been at the school at least two years. I knew he lived near the school and spent a lot of his time up there, mainly in the gym talking to the other guys. His name was Bart.
Some guys on the football team last year told me he hung around in the dressing rooms and showers a lot. He'd give them advice and massage their sore muscles. But they said sometimes he'd just stare into the showers or at guys in the locker room and not even hear you if you spoke to him.
Kinda strange. He also had a habit of pulling at himself outside his pants and saying things like his balls were too big to stay in his shorts. Then he'd laugh and rub his crotch. But, he was interested in sports and had even had some of the athletes over to his house to watch games on television or to play video games. Some of the boys said they'd heard some things about him, but he was all right.
I thought they just wanted to use him. I heard he gave some of them money or joints if they wanted them. Some even stayed overnight at his house when they didn't want their parents to see them coming in drunk or high. Even then, I don't think any of them really like him. They sure didn't talk like they did. But I didn't really know him.
When I walked up to the corner, he saw me looking at him. He smiled, seeming to wink at me quickly as if he knew me. I felt weak inside and a little sick.
No, I didn't want to believe it. I'd always sensed something gross and repulsive about him, but no, he couldn't be the one I let do all those things to me yesterday. But, as I walked away, he was looking at me with a faint smile on his face, as if he were remembering something that he liked a lot. His eyes followed me until I made myself look away and turn the corner. I guessed I'd have to admit he was the one.
Later, as the time for school to end drew closer, I was dreading what I knew I had to do. I had to meet him in the bathroom as planned and explain to him that it had been a mistake and I couldn't do anything like that again.
I wondered what his reaction would be. He may get angry and say he was going to tell people what I did if I didn't let him keep doing it. But then I thought no, he couldn't tell what I did without having it known what he did to me. I didn't really do anything except let him.
It also occurred to me he couldn't have recognized me as the guy in the bathroom because he never saw my face. Yeah, but then I thought he might have recognized my cock. He saw plenty of it yesterday when he watched me beating off and certainly he got real familiar with it after about a half hour or so of sucking on it in the bathroom.
Actually, he could have easily known what my cock looked like from seeing me in the shower or locker room. I had by far the biggest one in school. I didn't remember it happening, but he could have been standing somewhere in the locker room one or more of the times when I was showing off my cock size to everyone. I did that often enough.
He'd have remembered seeing my cock, but then I realized he must also have known what my face looks like, since he seemed to recognize me at the traffic stop this morning. I was trapped.
When school recessed, I walked around a while before going down to the boys' bathroom to face him. I decided all I could hope for was maybe we could make a deal of some kind. I tried to think of ways I could keep him quiet.
About all I could come with was to let him suck me off, at least once in a while. In time I'd get use to letting him do it. After all, it did feel great, and I could close my eyes and pretend that I didn't know who was doing it to me.
No, the thought of that made me sick in the pit of my stomach. It made me sick enough to remember the things I let him do to me yesterday. I couldn't stand him doing it over and over . . . maybe worse things too. But as his piece, I'd have no choice.
No, I made my decision. I would not meet him again in the bathroom. I'd find a way to get out of it, but maybe he'd just forget it on his own. I was leaving.
As I started up the stairs, two boys from my home room were racing down the steps. They had a couple of cigarettes and were going into the bathroom to smoke them, asking me to go with them. As we were talking about it, a man suddenly appeared at the top of the steps.
It was Sargent Ron making his rounds. He asked what we were doing still in the building. We stammered around and said we were leaving. He waited and so we said goodbye and went up the steps and out of the building. I don't know what the other guys did, but I went home and tried to forget everything and get some sleep.
I did sleep, for a couple of hours. No one was at home, so I decided I'd go run. I was very restless and worried. This time I'd run harder and further than I'd ever run. About half way through the run I realized the campus was not far away. I cut over a couple of blocks and took a breather in some shade next to the baseball diamond.
Lying on the grass, looking up at the sky, I heard the sound of a basketball being bounced off the back of the gym. I thought I was the only one around, so I walked toward the sound to see who it was.
As I came around the corner of the gym, I saw Sargent Ron in green sweatshirt and shorts, pretending he was in the middle of a hard and fast game of basketball. I laughed when I saw how funny he looked fending off imaginary opponents and responding to the invisible crowd's cheers when he made a basket.
Seeing me, he came over and stretched out on the ground. He asked why I'd come back to campus. I said I was just jogging. Feeling sorry I lied to him, I wanted to tell him what was bothering me, but I didn't see how he could understand it or give me any help. He said it was his turn to patrol the campus all night and that he was letting off steam before his shift began. At that point, I also stretched out on the ground and put my arms over my face.
Suddenly I got a whiff of my underarms. I coughed, saying I was sorry to smell so bad. He laughed and said he probably stunk a little himself. We both laughed. After a while, he said he had to lock up the gym for the night and asked if I wanted to make the rounds with him. I said sure, why not.
We started with the upstairs doors and windows and worked our way through the downstairs before going down to the basement locker rooms and workout rooms. Eventually, the whole place was empty, locked up safe and sound.
As we were turning to go back upstairs, he said he was going to take a quick shower before he put on his uniform for the night. He looked for a towel, but they were all locked up. I said he could use mine and went over to my locker to get it. I said if I had two towels, I'd take a quick shower too. I was covered with sweat and smelled.
Laughing, he said we could use the same towel. I said OK, let's go. We undressed by my locker. Neither of us had much on, so it was quick. I had on a sweaty tank top with grass sticking to it, a pair of jogging shorts, and an old stretched jock strap.
He had on a sweatshirt, cutoffs, and some funny looking bikini underwear with words written on them. When I saw his underwear, I asked what the words said. He said he didn't know. Then, he quickly slipped them off and threw them to me, laughingly telling me to read it and tell him.
It was getting dark in the room and I couldn't see it easily. I held them closer to my eyes and tried to read the words. I soon began to notice the faint smell of his body's heat under my nose. It was a combination of sweat mixed with the warm, musky smell of his crotch and maybe a very faint smell of his urine.
The scent of his briefs appealed to me very much. I wanted to press his shorts to my face and inhale his smell more fully. But I stopped myself. He interrupted my fantasy by popping me with the towel and saying he was heading to the showers.
When I stood up to follow him, I realized that my cock was swollen more than usual. It was probably being in the locker room after everyone had changed and left their sweaty outfits around. Smelling that almost always had that effect on me.
When I reached the shower, Ron was standing under the large communal shower head in the center of the room. Standing close to him, I began soaping my body and, for the first time, I really looked at his naked body.
He was really not much older than me and my classmates. Maybe six or seven years. His body, lean and muscular, his balls heavy and full, his dick was not as long as mine, but almost as thick. His butt was full, very rounded and firm looking. I thought he was a very hot guy for his age.
His dick was not circumcised, uncut as he called it. That was unusual in my experience. Most boys I knew were cut, but that made his even more interesting. I watched as he pushed back the foreskin from his cock head and soaped inside it. I found myself asking if that hurt him to do that.
He smiled and said no, it was actually pleasurable to move the foreskin over the head gently. But he said if he did it too much, it got him hard. I thought to myself, yes, I could tell that. By the time we finished our showers, it was swollen about half again its size soft. I wondered if mine would continue to grow until I was his age. If so, I'd have one monster of a cock. I did even then.
We returned to my locker. He picked up the only towel we had and offered it to me first. I said no, go ahead and dry yourself. Pausing only a moment, he began to dry off my back. The pressure of his hand over the towel against my back felt very good. But when he sat down on the bench in front of me and began drying my chest and stomach, it felt too good.
I didn't have to look. I knew my rod was tingling and inching upward. Neither of us said anything. I thought he'd eventually give me the towel to finish drying off, but he didn't. He turned me around and began drying my ass and the back of my legs. He spread the cheeks of my ass a little and pressed the towel into my crack and pushed it in a little. I loved the feeling of his hand opening the cheeks of my ass and pressing against my ass hole.
I was used to being looked at, but not being touched this way. It turned me on in a big way. My dick responded by inching closer to the floor. He then turned me around again and started drying the front of my legs. It was only too obvious that my swollen cock was about to move straight up. But he just pushed the towel up under my balls and rubbed my groin working the towel in between both sides of my ass and legs. I expected him to dry off my cock any minute, but he didn't.
He stood up and began to dry his own body off. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. He stopped drying himself and just smiled and looked at me for a few seconds, but said nothing. Then, he handed me the towel and turned around for me to dry his back.
I began shaking a little as I felt his firm back muscles under the pressure of my hand. I was afraid I would not be able to dry off his whole body, as he had mine. I wanted to, that's for sure, but I might get to shaking too bad to finish.
He turned around as I had, and I dried his chest and stomach. He had great pec muscles which stood out from his body. I could feel my hand cupping beneath his pec muscles, as I squeezed them firmly. His nipples were so large, they actually stood out hard, as if to welcome my lips on them. Feeling that impulse inside me made me even more nervous.
Turning him around to dry the back of his legs, I pulled the towel under my hand across the small of his back and down over the cheeks of his ass. His cheeks were so firm and tight I couldn't push the towel and my fingers inside to dry him. I didn't know what I'd do when it came time to dry his cock and balls.
I told him I was feeling funny, and needed to sit down. He suggested I go in the workout room and lie down one of the wrestling mats in the corner. I put my shorts on and went into the workout room.
The room was dark except for some light coming in through the windows high on the walls around the room. I laid down on the wrestling mats and soon my nervousness passed, and my heart rate went back to normal. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I enjoyed everything I was doing then, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep control of myself and do something stupid. Something embarrassing. I didn't know exactly what, but I didn't want to find out either.
Ron was still in the locker room. I could hear him humming some kind of song while he shaved. Soon he came into the workout room carrying his uniform. As he took off the towel, his meaty crotch dangled over my face, as he asked me how I felt. Looking at his full groin, I said I felt peaceful for some reason.
I guess that sounded stupid, but that is how I really did feel. Ron seemed to think it was a good answer. He looked down at me lying on the mat. The room was dimly- lit, but the moonlight was shining in across my body.
He then asked me what I was thinking. At that point the image of what I'd let Bart do to me the day before came into my mind. I'm sure my worry showed in my face. I really wanted bad to tell him about the problems I was having, but didn't know how to get started. I just sat up and rested my hand over my eyes.
We said nothing, but I felt him sit down beside me and put his arm around my shoulders. Trying to comfort me, he pulled me into his arms, and my head fell on his naked chest. I could feel his full firm pecs beneath my cheek, and I wanted to put my lips over his large nipple and explore it with my tongue. But I was afraid he wouldn't like it.
Again, I did not want to make another mistake. I had enough problems because of yesterday. I remained against his warm body for a while, and then, still next to me, he began to dress again. He reached in his shirt pocket and took out something I couldn't see and put it on his hand or arm. I didn't pay any attention.
It was torture for me to smell and feel the warmth of his skin so close to mine. I was very horny, my dick close to being hard, and tried to conceal it. These were new feelings for me. Until yesterday, I was content to just show my body and be admired silently, with no physical contact, no physical pleasure, and certainly no sharing. And until a few minutes ago, I'd never smelled and felt the warmth of another's body, nor ever known the sexual pleasure of close flesh to flesh contact.
Something was aroused in me I did not know was there. I wanted more. I wanted much deeper penetration. And yes, I'd have to admit I wanted to do to Ron what Bart had done to me. I wanted him to feel what I had felt, and then later, I wanted to give to him all I had allowed Bart to take from me, and more.
While I was turning over these thoughts and trying to find a way I could tell him about them, Ron stretched his partially naked body out on the mat next to me. Pushing his body close to mine, he said he was sorry we couldn't take a nap, but he needed to check the other buildings soon.
Feeling his warm breath on my face, I Instinctively stretched out my body against his and, as he rubbed my back firmly, I slowly slid off my shorts down over my hips. My cock was swollen and ready. If he wanted it, it was there for him. I nestled closer to him and placed my warm hard cock up against his naked body. He turned toward me and our cocks touched and pressed themselves into each others' stomachs.
I had never felt a man's cock against my body in that way. I couldn't help but wondered if it felt as good to him as it did to me. Responding to the feeling, we both moved our bodies rhythmically against each other, the cocks rubbing against each other as one shaft.
I grew more and more anxious to get something started with him, but pulling away slowly, I lay on my back, hoping my craving would subside a little. Soon I felt his hand move onto my chest and down my stomach. When he reached the pubic hair, he ran his fingers through my soft bush, and my cock began once more to ache.
He lingered at the base of my dick and massaged the lower part briefly, pushing in at the base as he milked the thick shaft firmly with his fisted grip on my dick until the head was swollen and flared. Loving the feeling of his hand on my cock, my craving for him grew stronger. I was amazed how easily our desires fused into one.
Pulling away a little from the intense sensation on my cock, I gripped his as he released mine, spreading his legs for my access to his meat. Never having put my hands on another guy's cock before, I was fascinated by the feeling. I don't think I ever wanted to touch another boy's cock. Maybe that was because I didn't know how good it would feel. I loved holding his.
Although I didn't want to remember the circumstances, I learned yesterday how wonderful another's person's manual stimulation could be. I wanted to feel the same things with Ron. I wanted to do the same things to him that, done to me, had brought me such pleasure.
Delighting in Ron's dick, I explored every inch of its meaty girth with my hand and them my mouth. Inhaling its warm, clean smell and massaging the widening shaft with my trembling hand, my lips bonded with the warm, smooth skin of his thick cock as I moved them against its warm fullness.
His body quivered as I licked the foreskin down over his cock head and ran my tongue and lips deep into the foreskin and over the head of his stiff and swollen dick. As I felt blood surging into the head, it began to swell to twice its size, growing a darker pink, with shiny droplets of precum glistening from the slit.
I loved the feeling of his warm dick in my hand. I loved feeling the surging veins in it pulsing against my fingers from beneath his skin.
He had one very large vein which ran down from the base of the head down the length of his cock to its base. I could count his heartbeats in the palm of my hand wrapped around his shaft.
I wondered what his cock would feel like deep in my mouth. Would I also be able to actually feel his pulse against my tongue. and what would it feel like in me when he shot his load. Would I feel the cum inside my mouth, and what would it taste like. I was anxious to find out and again wished he'd get something started. I longed to find these things out, but wondered if I'd already gone too far.
Pushing my hand down into his groin, I felt the hairs on the soft skin near his ass hole as the weight of his sack pressed against the palm of my hand. Then I moved his swollen balls inside my hand. So large, oval and firm, his balls felt very warm, heavy with sperm. I loved the feeling of them in his sack.
My desire for him was almost overpowering. Holding Ron's sack in my hand was a kind of intimacy that I felt he extended to me, and I wanted very much to extend to him the same intimacy with mine. My dick was about to burst its load. Ron had sat up on his elbows and was running his lips over my neck and moving his warm moist tongue down my chest, grazing my nipples and following the trail of hair down to the pubic area with his tongue.
I expected him to suck on my cock, and would have been very happy to give him my load, but he suddenly sat up and moved to the end of the bed facing me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he began to rub my legs and inside my tender inner thighs, moving me closer to him as he spread my thighs apart and pushed his tongue up under my sack of balls, licking and sucking them erotically.
Then as he pushed further up inside the cheeks of my ass, he licked and sucked around my ass hole, his tongue often moving across the smooth surface. My whole body began to tingle from the unique sensation. My skin felt flushed, responsive to every touch of his hand and every movement of his lips and mouth, even the hair on his head as it moved against my sensitive groin.
No one had ever invaded my groin in this way before. No one's mouth had ever licked its soft skin. No probing fingers, lips or tongue had ever caressed or touched its surfaces in this way. I loved these new feelings and sensations. I accepted them fully and craved them even more as he continued to explore my body.
At one point I felt the stubble of Ron's face lightly scratching the walls of my groin as he continued to spread the lower cheeks of my ass with his mouth, his tongue constantly stimulating my sensitive hole. The touch of his thick wavy hair brushing against the sensitive skin of my lower inner thighs and groin made me ache for more and even deeper penetration. I was getting quite high from this stimulation, and at one point I closed my thighs tightly around his head to limit his movement for a while.
He was so excited and into what he was doing that he instantly pulled my thighs apart again and moved even deeper into my groin, licking and sucking my ass hole. Soon I felt his probing tongue slide deeper into my ass hole, as he teased it with quick moist jabs of his tongue.
This sensation was incredible. He held my legs apart and pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into my body as the sensations became so intense, I thought I couldn't stand much more. Then he suddenly raised up his body on his knees and began to fiercely beat off his hugely swollen cock. Without thinking, I immediately sat up on the mat and took his cock in my own mouth.
His cock was then very hard and very large. It seemed much larger in my mouth than it did in my hand. I felt like I would gag at first, but I tried to suck it as best I could and eventually could handle it pretty well. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but I needed to delay it until I could figure out how to do it best. His body was shaking and from his moaning, I knew it wouldn't be long before he spewed his load everywhere.
I pushed the foreskin back over the swollen head, put my mouth back over it and sucked on the head as hard as I could. As soon as I did, in his pain, he grabbed both sides of my head in his hands and held me tightly so I could not move. Just at that moment, I felt his the head of cock quiver against my mouth and a huge load of hot cum spew in waves onto my tongue and over my lips.
I instinctively swallowed, as his warm sperm spurted and then oozed from his slit. Loving the feeling of his sperm shooting against my tongue and clinging to the sides of my mouth, I savored the warm, sweet taste of his full, thick cum.
But I loved even more the quite evident pleasure releasing it gave Ron. I knew how wonderful it felt to him, but best of all, I knew the wonderful feeling I had feeling him cum inside me and having it now inside of me.
I continued sliding my mouth down his cock while he moaned softly from the ecstasy he felt in his groin. But at the same time, I felt him gently pulling my mouth off the very sensitive head of his cock, saying he could take it.
Holding each other tightly as our breathing returned to normal, I think we might have fallen asleep for a short time. I'm not sure, but when I woke up, Ron was taking a shower. I must have gone back to sleep, and when I woke up again, he was gone. He was probably checking on the other buildings. Getting up from the mat, I stepped on something at the edge of the mat.
Looking down at the floor, I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It must have been torn off in the excitement and was ripped beyond repair, but the bright blue turquoise stone was still intact and could be salvaged.
Sitting back on the mat, I smiled with delight. This discovery had given me much relief from the anguish I'd been going through all day. I smiled then, and in fact, every time I've remembered the event.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was later than I thought. Even though no one was at home to miss me, I dressed and got ready to leave for home. Before I left, I got a small piece of toilet paper and left a short, simple note for Ron. . .
Thanks. Same Time Tomorrow?