Date: Tue, 29 May 2012 12:47:20 +1030 From: Philip Whitney Subject: Sexual Awakening - Part Two Sexual Awakening.Part Two - That Feeling of Guilt I am a very emotional person, so I guess the tears were inevitable. I couldn't hold back, the tears flowed and I whimpered like a little child.Jamie released my penis and rubbed his hand around my stomach and it appeared to be wet. I heard a noise at the far end of the dormitory. Jamie must have heard it too, as he withdrew his hand, kissed me gently on the lips and disappeared. As the soft footsteps padded past my curtain and the dormitory door open, I heard the creek of Jamie's bed. The tears were still trickling down my cheek and I was still whimpering softly as I turned on my side and tucked my knees up to my chin. What had just happened to me? What was that amazing feeling? Why was Jamie's hand all wet? I could still hear my heart thumping through my pillow, but my breathing was much easier now.Then I remembered, it had happened to me before. Last year on holiday in Italy. I had been looking around with my parents and then decided to lay on a seat and look at the awesome ceiling. Just at that moment the boy sopranos started to sing and my penis immediately got hard. I had held my hard penis then, gently squeezing it, as the dulcet tones gradually crescendo-ed into the vaulted ceiling. Oblivious of anyone around me, I had started an involuntary lifting of my hips with each squeeze, until my whole body shook and spasmed, as the choral piece climaxed. Tears had also followed then and I had thought it was heaven. My whimpering stopped and I fell sleep. Jamie was late for breakfast the following day and we chatted as if nothing had happened. Nothing did happen again for a while, with the increase in school activities Jamie must have been sleeping through the night. Then in the early hours of Sunday morning I was awakened by a hand under my sheet, feeling around my lower body. It found my penis and gently squeezed it. Then it deftly undid the button of my pajama bottoms and slid inside to caress my hardening boyhood. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw his smiling face and when he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, I realized he had removed his pajama jacket. Next thing I knew he was lifting the sheet back and climbing onto my bed. He straddled my legs and started to unbutton my pajama top. Then as he moved lower to slide my bottoms down I saw he had also removed his bottoms and was totally naked. I saw his penis for the first time. In the dim light it seemed bigger than mine. Like me he had foreskin, which was not pulled back, so that only the tip was showing. There seemed to be an ample bush of hair surrounding his penis and testicles, and as he struggled to remove my pajama bottoms he seemed to flex his penis a few times and it bounced off his navel. "Your penis looks beautiful and your testicles seem much bigger than mine." I whispered softly."It's a dick, Dufus and they are balls, and we are exactly the same size." he answered with a huge grin on his face. "Penis is what mothers call it." With my top open and my bottoms removed I realized I had never been naked like this in front of someone before. Still straddling my legs, Jamie put his hand around his 'dick' and moved it up and down, pulling the foreskin back exposing the end of his dick."This is called wanking and this sensitive bit at the end is called a knob," he smilingly informed me. With that said, he grasped my 'dick' and gave it a quick 'wank' exposing my own 'knob' for the world to see. "and this is called a BJ, or a blow job." he continued before bending double and engulfing my dick into his warm wet mouth. My own dick started an involuntary flex, which continued as he licked, slurped and sucked on my boyhood dick, giving us both a great deal of pleasure. By now his knees had pushed my legs out wide and not wanting to be a real 'Dufus' I struggled to remove my top so that I was completely naked. With that Jamie suddenly stopped caressing my dick with his mouth and leaned forward so that our naked bodies were pressed together. As his tongue forced its way between my lips and started to probe the inner workings of my mouth, he stopped briefly to say:" and this is making love." It took some time for me to fully respond to this oral attack, as I was firstly unsure exactly what to do and secondly totally enjoying the sensual feeling of Jamie's velvety skin caressing my own. We must have been completely compatible in size as Jamie's nipples, which were now very hard, teased my own into full erection, giving me pleasure I had never considered before. Jamie's hand was between our bodies, gently wanking our dicks together as we explored the interior designs of the other's mouth. Then he withdrew his hand and rolled me over so that I was now on top. Jamie's hands cupped my bum cheeks and squeezed. Our hips were now gyrating in unison and I could feel the tingling deep inside. Our lips suddenly separated and I started to whimper."OMG, Philip, I fucking love you!" Jamie whispered into my ear. Suddenly I could hear the boy sopranos' voices soaring into the vaulted heights of St Peter's and I knew I was in heaven again. Having collapsed exhausted and laying still for what seemed forever, Jamie lifted my head up with his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. My inevitable tears dripped onto his face and he grinned once again. Then his hand went between our bodies: "and this is CUM!" he informed me as he scooped up the wetness from his belly and brought it up to my face. "If you put this inside a girl she has a baby." he continued and I naively thought he meant in her mouth. Next morning, Jamie was again late up and nowhere to be seen. As I started to clean my teeth in the bathroom, the boy next to me commented: "Your lips look swollen, you must be getting a cold sore." Jamie arrived just as we were sitting down for breakfast and gave me a wink and a big smile. Suddenly a bell was rung and we were informed that for the next four days there would be no classes at all. Our initial delight was quickly doused as we were told that a group of priests had arrived to present and lead us in a Retreat. This we were informed was a time of reflection and inner examination. During the retreat we were to have complete silence for four days. We would have lectures from these visiting priests, spend time reflecting on our sins and praying." That sounds fucking awesome!" Jamie sarcastically whispered to the smirks of all those within hearing. Our first lecture was about puberty and keeping your body healthy and clean. Amongst other things we were informed that it was natural for the penis of thirteen year old boys to get hard several times in a day, but that it was sinful to touch your penis when in this state. The priest continued to inform us that the only time we should touch our penises was to go to the toilet and to wash it. When we washed it we were told to pull back the foreskin and wash underneath with cold water so as not to gain pleasure from it. I could not stop a smirk as I heard Jamie whisper: "Yeah right!!!!!!!!!!!" Then the final condemnation informing us that not only was it sinful to gain pleasure from touching yourself there, but extremely sinful to allow another boy to touch you there. I put my head down and could not look at Jamie, even though I could sense him staring at me. After the lecture we all had to go to make a confession and pray for forgiveness. During my confession I felt the priest already knew what I had done the night before with Jamie. I didn't tell him Jamie's name, even though he asked and I didn't tell the whole truth about what we had done, just that we had touched each other. He asked me if I could make sperm and I said I didn't know what he meant. After he explained what it was I told him I could. After my confession I prayed for a very long time. I did not want to go to hell when I died. I did not want Jamie to go to hell either. I asked God to help me overcome my bad thoughts and to stop me yearning for Jamie to return to my cubicle in the night. After a long session of reflection and prayer it was time for a silent lunch. Jamie didn't seem to be taking this retreat seriously and tried several times to make people laugh with witty quips. It ended with him being clipped over the ear by a passing prefect and made to stand behind the seat for everyone to see. As we stood in line to move out of the refectory, Jamie put his hands behind his back and tried to squeeze my dick. I took a step back and put my hands in his way. I felt guilty that I wanted him to do it and I felt guilty that I had stopped my best friend from touching me. This feeling of guilt was like a dagger stabbing my heart. When would it stop?