Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 21:43:37 EDT
From: C-Dawg
Subject: Toilet Training

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional.

	The whole affair with my first love David began when I was in high
school.  One spring day, when I was basking in the sun during lunch, I
heard the noises of teenagers hustling about, getting ready to eat.  As was
usual for me, I casually watched as the students found places on the picnic
tables to sit down.  It was the same thing I had seen day in and day out
for years, and I was getting ready to join them when suddenly, a young boy,
his tanned, hairless skin perfect for capturing the sun's rays, strolled
out of the corner of my eye towards one of the benches.  His light, blonde
hair hung on both sides of his head in long bangs, and I followed those
bangs down to his eyes, a shade of blue I had only seen before in the ocean
on a summer day.  As he sat down, facing my general direction, allowing me
a further examination of this beauty, what really drew me was his smooth,
almost feminine face, completely clear of the acne normally found on a
teenage boy.  He was a Greek statue given life, and I was surprised to feel
my male member stiffen and begin to constrict the space between it and my
crotch.
	I should mention that I was still as virgin at this point, and that
sex was an abstract notion.  I hadn't even seen a porno magazine, and the
words "gay" and "straight" were still just words, without any real
significance.  So you can imagine my feelings when I realized how I was
reacting to the sight of this incredibly beatiful boy.  I quickly turned
around gripped my crotch tight, trying to force my erection down before
anyone caught sight of it.  After a few minutes of pushing, squeezing, and
praying, my penis returned to normal, but I was still in shock over the
experience, and completely unsure what to do about it.
	Part of me desperately wanted to walk over to him and profess my
feelings, but the other side of my brain thought about the situation.  I
was at least three years older, and this was the first time I had ever seen
him.  If I told him how I felt now, might he not be freaked out, to know
that a 17-year old high school student was completely in love with him, who
couldn't be older than 14?  And even if he didn't freak, what if he just
didn't feel the same way about me as I did about him?
	I resolved then, to follow him around for the next few weeks, to
find out his name and what grade he was in, as well as where he went on
campus and what he did there.  I figured once I knew him a bit better I
could then decide what course of action to take, whether to even approach
him with the idea of friendship or to leave him alone.  In any case, I
continued to gaze at him all through lunch, and several times that day I
caught a glimpse of him going to class and talking with his friends.  His
voice, a sweet melody to my ears, was a combination of the girlish,
high-pitch normally associated with young boys, and the deeper tones of the
late teenager, like myself.  I thus determined that he was probably in the
rrelatively early stages of puberty, and so more than likely 12 or 13 years
old.
	Fortune must have smiled on me, because later that evening I not
only got to meet the love of my life, but was actually able to act on my
desires.  Several of my friends werer performing in the annual student
music concert that night, and so I had decided to attend.  I entered the
auditorium, took my seat, and waited for the program to start, visions of
that sweet, beautiful boy filling my head.
	His perfect face and body had stayed with me all that day, and
throughout I indulged in fantasies about him and me actually talking,
enjoying each other's company, and then hugging and touching each other all
over, tasting the sweet, supple flesh of his body.  I could sense he felt
the same way towards me, as several times when I had been watching him he
had glanced over to my direction, with an expression that seemed to suggest
"I know how you feel about me.  I feel the same way.  I love you."  But I
had no idea if I was correct; it was all an assumption.  Little did I know
that I would find out later that night.
	The concert began, and I watched my friends go through their pieces
with half-hearted interest.  I must confess I wasn't paying much attention,
as I was still dreaming about that boy, wondering what his name was, where
he lived, how old he was.  Suddenly, to my surprise, I saw him walk
on-stage with the junior high boy's chorus.  I was completely shocked, and
stared in disbelief.  I knew it was him; that long, blonde hair and deeply
tanned skin had become etched in my mind.  The chorus sang three beautiful
songs, and I was captivated by the sound of his voice.  I sat in rapt
attention for his entire performance, barely breathing.  When his set was
over and he had left the stage, I released the breath I had been holding.
I knew then that, whatever it took, I had to meet this young man.  I had to
talk to him and see if he felt for me what I felt for him.  I vowed to
approach him at the first opportunity.
	After the concert, everyone assembled outside at the lunch area,
where several picnic benches were covered with drinks and snacks.  I
gathered myself at the front of the benches, where I figured I could see
the boy coming and hopefully intercept him.  I waited with a soft drink in
hand for about five minutes without seeing him.  I began to wonder if
perhaps he had just gone home after the show, without stopping to talk to
friends and concert-goers.  My hear sank, and I was about to abandon my
project when suddenly I felt something tightly grip the seat of my pants.
I leapt in surprise and shock, almost spilling my drink.  I turned behind
me and saw the boy of my dreams standing behind me in his black blazer and
grey pants, white dress shirt, and a red bow tie, with a mishievous smile
on his face, his eyes crinkled in delight.
	"You certainly gave me quite a scare, young man," I said in what
immediately sounded like a very loud voice.  As soon as the words left my
mouth, I regretted how loud I sounded.  My very first conversation with the
boy I loved and not only did it sound like I was annoyed, but everyone
around us had heard it!  I quickly smiled, hoping it would convince him I
was only teasing, but it felt insincere, and I thought for sure our
conversation would be over.
	But he just grinned back at me.  "I'm sorry," he said in that sexy,
almost broken voice which made my body tremble.  "I just wanted to get a
soda and you were blocking the table."
	I couldn't believe he was actually speaking to me!  After all those
hours of watching and dreaming, we were having a conversation!  I took a
few deep breaths before I responded.  Still, it took all my willpower to
speak in complete sentences, and not make a total fool of myself.
	"You're right, that was very rude of me," I replied, grabbing a can
from the bench with my free hand.  "You had every right to get my attention
that way.  It wouldn't do to have a wonderful signer like you die from
thirst, especially after tonight's wonderful performance."
	I passed the can to him, and he gently took it from my hand, opened
it, and took a sip, giving a contented sigh once the liquid had gone down
his throat.
	"Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the show.  I thought we did a good
job tonight as well, so it's nice to hear the audience thought so too."
	I paused, thinking of more things to talk about.  Actually, there
was no limit to what I wanted to say, but in such a public setting, much of
it was inappropriate.
	"So tell me," I asked, after what seemed an eternity of
decision-making, "how long have you been singing?"
	"Since third grade," he said, after taking another sip.
	"Wow, I'm impressed.  I studied piano for years and I couldn't play
'Chopsticks' to save my life."  The boy chuckled, a wonderfully,
near-girlish laugh that gave me a few seconds to examine his supple body.
I tried to imagine him naked, but having no other reference points besides
myself and my father, I knew my imagination couldn't do him justice.  I did
notice, though, that he was starting to get a fairly visible buldge in his
crotch.  I had already begun to get aroused myself just talking and looking
at him, and watching the object of my affection become excited made me even
more hot and bothered.  I pulled at my collar and swiftly glanced at all
the people, wishing we were some place more private, where we could talk
candidly and I wouldn't have to be worried about how my anatomy reacted.
	He must have noticed my frustration, because after taking another
sip, he smiled and asked, "Is it just me, or did it get hot out here?"
	I laughed and said, "No, it's pretty hot tonight, and this soda's
isn't helping matters."  I stole another look at his crotch and smiled,
imagining his bulge getting larger and larger, until it burst out of his
pants.  This fantasy increased the stiffness of my own manhood even more.
His dazzling blue eyes flashed down towards my pants, and I knew he was
checking me out.
	I suddenly realized that we hadn't introduced ourselves.  I
extended an open hand toward him and stated, "By the way, my name's Chuck."
	He eagerly accepted my hand with his own soft, small hand.  "I'm
David.  Nice to meet you, Chuck."
	I don't know how long our hands were clasped in that shake, but it
felt like forever.  After what was probably no more than a few moments we
finally let go, and I could feel my penis straining against the fabric of
my underwear.  There was no way David could help missing it and that
realization made it even worse.  I wiped some invisible perpiration off my
forehead, exhaling loudly.  The situation was becoming unbearable.  I had
to find some release soon, or else I'd explode!
	David could tell I was clearly in a predicament, and from his
smiling face seemed to be enjoying it.  I knew it had to be getting painful
for him as well, or at least it would be soon, but you never would hadve
noticed from his calm demeanor.
	He gestured for me to come closer to him.  I obeyed, bending down
as well so that I was right next to his face.  I could smell the freshness
of his hair.  He swiftly cocked my head to left, and softly whispered in my
ear.  I could feel his warm, sweet breath and I trembled in mixture of
ecstacy and pain, muttering to myself, "Oh, God!"
	"Hey Chuck," my sweet lover whispered, so soft I barely heard him,
"I know where you can get some relief.  Follow me to the boy's bathroom
down here a few seconds after I leave and knock three times.  I think
you'll enjoy it even more than the concert."
	My jaw dropped in amazement, not believing what I had just heard.
Was the love of my life really suggesting what I thought?  And how did a
12-year old know how to make such a suggestion?  I just stood completely
still in shock for a few seconds, before David smiled, nodded, and raised a
finger to his lips.  He offered me his soda can, which I accepted with my
trembling free hand.  He then glanced around my head towards the crowd
behind us and shouted to someone, "Hey Mom!  I gotta use the bathroom!"
	A nearby feminine voice answered, "Don't be long, honey!"
	As David turned his back to me and started walking towards the
bathroom, he gave a quick nod in my direction, as if to say, "See you in a
few."  My mind was in chaos.  I didn't know whether he was serious about
what he had just proposed, or if he was only teasing.  I visualized all the
scenarios and their ramifications.  If sex really was what he wanted, how
did he know so much about getting it?  Had someone abused him?  If so, was
it right for me to take advantage of someone so young and who had been
manipulated like that?  On the other hand, I wanted it just as badly as he
seemed to; I knew that now, from the growing bulge in my pants, which I
hoped no one else noticed.  If however, his proposition was just an act to
see how I'd react, and I actually followed him into the bathroom, I could
get in really big trouble.
	I finally decided I had to see this situation all the way through,
and if he wasn't serious, I would deal with it.  I took several deep
breaths for courage, and as nonchalantly as I could, walked to the
bathroom, positive that everyone was looking at me.
	I quickly turned the corner and bounded the few feet to the heavy
metal door of the boys' bathroom.  I raised my fist against the door and
knocked three times, exactly as David had requested.  To me it seemed
incredibly loud, and I thought for sure someone would come and investigate.
Immediately after the third knock, however, the door opened and David's
head peeked out, searching the passage to see if anyone else was around.
He then looked at me and smiled.  "I thought you'd never get here," he
whispered; then, in a little more anxious tone, said, "Come on, get in, we
don't have long."
	I took the edge of the door in my hands and pulled it open to give
myself room to get in.  I then quickly slid in, and as the door closed
David wedged a 2 by 4 plank of wood from the floor under the handle, so it
would be unable to turn from the outside.  He turned to me and calmly
explained, as though he had been doing this all his life, "So no one
interrupts us.  Now get in the stall and take off your clothes, big boy."
	I smiled in amazement at how matter-of-fact and authoritative he
was in these delicate matters, especially with my own complete lack of
experience.  I pratically ran into the single toilet stall at the far end
of the room, David following right behind me.
	As soon as we were both in the stall, he tightly closed the door
and turned the knob, locking it.  Even though the stall had never been
intended for such a purpose as this, it had been designed for use by the
handicapped, and so was certainlly large enough for our plans.  After
making all his preparations, David turned his head to face me, huddled very
close by him against the wall, smiled and said, "Ok, Chuck, let's do it.
We don't have a lot of time before my mom gets impatient and sends my
little brother to check up on us, so we gotta get undressed quickly."
	I inhaled sharply, still unsure if I should really go through with
this.  I decided that, being older, I had to be responsible and give him an
out.  "Are you really sure you want to do this, David?"  I asked softly,
fearing the answer but needing to hear it.
	He looked up at me with his big, beautiful blue eyes, so full of
love, and replied, in a sexy, low voice that made me sigh with pleasure, "I
do, Chuck.  More than anything else in the world, I wanna be your lover."
	I was so relieved to hear that response I wanted to wrap my arms
around him and hold him forever.  Instead, he backed away toward the
toilet, to give us both enough room to undress, and took off his blazer,
hanging it on the door-peg.  I followed suit, and David proceeded to
perform a quick but still provocative striptease, obviously intended for my
pleasure.  I began undressing as well, keeping my eyes on my sweet boy-god
as he removed every piece of clothing except for his white briefs, turning
himself around so that I got a very good look at them from all sides.
	I had seen his hairless, slender legs before, of course, but those
were in khaki shorts which didn't offer as much of a total view as his
underwear.  I followed his legs up to the fabulous organ straining to burst
free of the surrounding cotton.  I looked up at his bare, flat chest, his
little nipples pointing at me as though begging me to caress them.  I
certainly intended to, but first I had to finish undressing.
	As I stood there exposed in my own white, cotton briefs, I began to
get embarrassed at the lump of clay that was my body, especially comparing
it to David's slim, lithe figure.  My legs were covered with ugly, little
black hairs.  My chest looked enormous, as though I'd swallowed a bowling
balls, and it hadn't been exposed to the sun at all and so was incredibly
pale, like and albino's.  I was sure after seeing my train wreck of a body,
David wouldn't want anything to do with me, but after glancing at his
underwear, I could tell he was still very aroused.
	He looked down at his growing erection, then at me and smiled,
saying coyly, "Well, I guess it's time for the unveiling."  He held his
undies at either side with both hands, and in one swift motion, pulled them
down to his feet and leapt out of them.
	I stared in silent admiration at his magnificent cock.  It was much
paler that the rest of his bronzed body, and it wasn't particularly long or
thick, but to my virgin eyes, as it began straightening and throbbing with
the sudden open space, it was as astonishing as the Colossus at Rhodes must
have been to the ancient Greeks.
	I have no idea how long I stood there gazing in wonder, but David
stopped my worship with, "Now it's your turn, Chuck.  I've been waiting
since lunch to see how you're hung."
	These words of appreciation bolstered my courage, and before I had
a chance to change my mind, I tore down my briefs and kicked them to one
side.
	"Ohhhh, sexy, man," my lover cooed, staring at my meat with wide
open eyes.
	I glanced down at my manhood.  It was covered in thick, black pubic
hair.  I almost looked like a girl.  Still, I felt it getting stiffer, and
could see it extending even further.
	I looked up at David.  He looked so beautiful naked I couldn't
believe I had been given this opportunity.  If all we had done was simply
stare at each other, that would have been enough to last a lifetime.  But
our dicks were throbbing, and wanted to do more than look.  Pointing to
mine, I said, smiling, "It's not half as sexy as yours, David."
	"Come here, sexy boy," he said in a voice overflowing with desire,
extending his arms in an embrace and running towards me.
	Imitating him and filled with the same need, in two steps we were
in the middle of the stall, our arms wrapped around each other, touching,
stroking each other's backs, necks, heads, and butt cheeks in a frenzy of
passion, moaning and groaning with the joys of released pleasure.  David's
sweet boy-scent filled my nostrils and I started kissing him right on the
lips, softly at first, but quickly progressing to longer and more forceful
ones, my tongue slipping past his soft lips and teeth down through his
mouth, caressing his firm, sensual palate with all my strength.  His skin
was so smooth and soft my hands had never felt any sensation like it
before.
	David, groaning with passion, pulled his soft lips away from mine
and, gently sucking my neck, said, breathlessly, "I'm gonna give you the
best blow job!"  My hands were still locked around his back, groping
downwards to massage his hairless, bubble-butt, my fingers rubbing against
his asshole, gently exploring that strange, pleasurable space.  Meanwhile,
my boy-god had moved his left hand from its embrace around my neck to do
some exploring of its own, gripping my left nipple and twisting it as his
mouth locked around my right one.  I moaned, more from pleasure than pain,
and David's lips moved down my chest, his tongue licking at the hairs
there.  As he moved down towards my cock, my hands almost naturally move
back toward his falling head, pulling at the strands of luscious blonde
hair.
	Finally, David's mouth reached my now completely siff manhood.  His
tongue rolled gently over the circumcised head, and his arms wrapped
themselves around my knees, locking my into position.  His tongue licked
its way down the hard shaft, reaching my balls.  He licked both orbs, then
took them fully into his mouth, making a fantastic sucking sound.  My body
started shaking in ecstacy, and I could feel my scrotum pulsing with its
white liquid.  David could feel this as well, because he let go of my balls
and said to me encouragingle, "You're doing gret, Chuck.  Just try to hold
your cum for as long as you can, at least till after I've tasted your sweet
cock."  He smiled and then closed his lips fully over the head, tugging at
it.  He then opened his mouth wider, taking in more and more of the shaft,
until nearly half of it was down his throat.
	By this time I was completely engorged in passion, my eyes rolling
in their sockets and my head looking up at ceiling as my hips and buttocks
swayed to the rhythm of David's tugging.  My groaning quickly turned into a
high-pitched, primal squealing of "Oh, sexy boy!  Oh, sexy boy!  That's
right, do it!  Do me, you sexy boy!"
	Mere seconds later, I could feel my bodily juices swell up in my
cock, and I knew I couldn't keep it in any longer.  I started shouting,
"I'm coming, sexy boy!  Oh God, I'm coming!  I'm coming!" and before I knew
it, my white, sweet-tasting semen came frothing out in an explosion of
desire and animal lust.  I opened my eyes and turned my head down to see
David moaning with delight as my cum streamed into his mouth and down his
throat.  The stream was so powerful he couldn't contain most of it, and
what seemed like a thike, white river foamed out his lips and dribbled to
the tile below.
	After a few moments of this, the throbbing in my scrotum ceased, as
did the river of cum.  But David hadn't finished yet. He held my ball-sack
gently, slightly raising my now limp dick to lick away at the remaining
juice sticking to it.  Cleaning it all off, he stood up and we gazed into
each other's eyes.  I groaned, still incoherent from the incredible
sensations David had just provided me.  Soon enough though, I was able to
express my gratitude.
	"That was fantastic, man!" I exclaimed.  "Do you know any other
moves like that?"
	"Yeah," he replied, taking a piece of toilet paper from the mounted
roll on the wall and wiping his mouth of the excess cum, "I can show you a
lot more.  But we can't do it now, 'cause my mom might get suspicious if
I'm in here too long."
	I was disappointed to have to wait for another time before David
could show me his other sexy moves, but he had a point.  We'd be in big
trouble if someone found us in here.  Still, I hoped it wouldn't be too
long before the next session.
	"How about tomorrow sometime?" I suggested, holding my breath and
praying that he wanted to continue as much as I did.
	"Sure, I'd like that," he said, smiling as he grabbed his socks
from inside his shoes.  Then his expression became serious.  "We'd better
get dressed quick."
	"Great, then tomorrow it is," I replied, grabbing my own clothes
and pulling them on as quickly as I could.  I knew we had to make sure our
clothes looked reasonably clean or someone might suspect David and I had
been up to something, so as I put on my shirt and slacks I pulled on the
creases, so they didn't look as though they had been on the floor.
	As we finished dressing, David complemented me on my performance.
"You were great, Chuck!" he exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.  "I've
sucked cock before, but you were the first to come."
	My curiousity was piqued.  I had to know where the love of my life
had learned to do this amazing act.  Carefully forming the question in my
mind, I asked, "How do you know about all these moves, David?"
	Having finished putting on everything except his tie and sport
coat, he replied, "A couple years ago I was in my dad's study at home and
found some pictures of naked guys doing all sorts of weird stuff in his
desk.  They looked pretty cool, so I kept looking at them when I knew I
wouldn't get caught, and pretty soon I was practicing them with my little
brother.  He really likes it too."
	My heart sank when I realized I wasn't the first guy he had given a
blow job to, but after thinking about it for a few seconds, I realized that
if it had been the first time for both of us, we might not have enjoyed it
as much.  This way, David knew what he was doing, and we both got the
maximum pleasure from each other.
	Finally, both of us were fully dressed and looked reasonably
presentable.  David unlocked the stall door and opened it, telling me "I'll
go out first, and after a couple minutes you leave."
	"Ok," I replied, wrapping my arms around my lover's waist and
bringing him close to my chest.  "I'll see you tomorrow for another
lesson," I said," planting a quick kiss on his lips before letting go.
	"Yeah, tomorrow.  I'll come find you at lunch."  He quickly walked
to the door, and before he removed the 2 by 4 from the handle, I called out
to him, "Thanks for the lesson.  You're a wonderful teacher."
	David turned and flashed me a smile.  "Thanks," he said.  "You were
wondeful, too.  See ya tomorrow."  And with that, the object of my
affection opened the door, and ran out back to to his family, leaving me to
imagine what tomorrow would bring.