Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2017 14:34:32 +0000 From: Paul Smith Subject: My Childhood awakening This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths over the age of 10 but if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. This story happened to me when I was much younger, 10 to be precise. I'd just had my 10th. Birthday a week before and it was annoying as I was at school at the time... I was at a boarding school, which is situated in the middle of a small country town and although I enjoyed school most of the time, it sucked having a birthday whilst there, as there was no party or presents. The only thing that happened was a master announcing my birthday at breakfast, congratulating me on reaching double digits and my mates wishing me happy birthday throughout the day. It is worth describing what I looked like, nothing particularly special, or so I thought at the time, although I do now find myself jerking off looking at pictures of myself (isn't that perverted!). I wish I had photos of myself naked from that age but sadly not, although there are some photos out there somewhere.... It would be great to find them. Anyway, back to my appearance. I was a normal size for my age, slim, as I loved sports, with piercing blue eyes and a shock of white blonde hair (which eventually turned brown as I entered puberty). I never got a hair cut during term-time so by the end of term my hair was quite long and unruly. Of course, I never bothered to brush my hair but nearly all the masters used to pat me on the head and stroke my hair. I was never embarrassed being naked and didn't think twice to shuck my clothes and jump in the communal showers. I remember looking at the other boys bodies and comparing my willy to theirs. Mine looked slightly bigger than most of theirs although probably a bit thinner. There was only one boy at school who was circumcised and I looked at his more than the others, as it was different, but I was happy to still have my skin as his knob looked much drier and wrinkled than mine. The showers were always supervised by a master, usually on rotation, as it seemed to be a different one most times. They usually slapped me on the arse when I'd finished and walked pass them to get back to the changing rooms, but I never thought anything about it, as it was playful and didn't hurt, although looking back at it, they didn't seem to do that to any of the other boys. The top age of the boys at the prep school was 13, before they went on to the big school. There were a few of the older ones who had started puberty and I, along with most of the other kids, used to try and have a good look at their cocks, which were so much bigger than ours and with hair! Alex, had the biggest one, which looked really long, but he didn't have any hair yet. He got hard once in the showers and it looked massive on his small body. He was very proud of his erection and was showing it around until the master told him not to horse around. It was the only time I saw another boy being slapped on the bum as he walked pass the master. Alex came up to me at break time a week after my birthday and handed me a cigarette, saying `here's your birthday present, sweetie, you're now old enough to try one..'. I hadn't ever thought about about smoking, and a lot of the boys at school had been caught smoking with dire consequences, parents called and lots of tears. There was no way that was going to happen to me, so my first thought was to throw it away, but somehow a voice in my head said, why not try it? I put it in my pencil case and left it there for a few days whilst thinking of what to do. It seemed to burn a hole in my case until I came out with a great idea.... If I smoked it in a cubicle in the public loos, nobody could possibly catch me, and if I bought a can of gold spot and waited for 20 minutes, there was no way anybody could smell it on me.... I felt very clever in coming up with a foolproof idea, so the next day I went to the newsagents to buy a box of matches. The day had come.. and I thought to myself, if anybody was in the loos, I'd pretend to have a quick piss and leave. I was shaking a bit as I walked to the local loos but as I got in, I saw that they were completely empty, which calmed me down and I walked in to the nearest cubicle and locked the door. I fished the cigarette out, put it to my lips and struck a match. It lit, but went out before I could bring it up to my cigarette. I learnt from that, and struck the next match close to the cigarette and brought it up immediately to the cigarette. I took a deep puff and promptly coughed my guts up. I couldn't stop coughing and dropped the cigarette down the bowl. After 5 minutes of coughing, I finally calmed down and started wondering how people could smoke these things.... I liked the smell of tobacco when my uncles and aunts smoked around me, but after my coughing fit, I couldn't understand how they enjoyed it... maybe they didn't breathe it in, or I had done something wrong... I remembered how the smell of smoke would linger on for a while, so thought I'd better stay in the cubicle for another 15 minutes or so. I got the gold spot out and sprayed my mouth, which was refreshing. I thought I might as well sit down, and by force of habit, took down my shorts and pants and sat on the loo. Having looked at my willy, hoping it had grown a bit, which it hadn't -- come on puberty, here's hoping I start early! I got bored and looked left at the walls. I noticed some writing and drawings in the walls, which I started to read.. `Suck my cock' with a phone number and a picture of a cock and balls -- I thought, Ha, no chance! There was another one saying `bottom looking for top' which I didn't understand and one that said `I pay to suck off boys', which got me thinking.... It didn't say how much and I wondered to myself, how much they would need to pay for me to agree to have him suck my willy. I thought I would probably say yes for 2 pounds (this was in the 80's), but only if he wasn't old and wrinkly.... I didn't quite understand why someone would want to suck my willy, but if they were prepared to pay, well why not? We used to call each other cocksuckers at school, but I didn't really understand exactly what it meant. I'd grabbed a few boys balls, making them squeal and had the same done to me and we'd put deep heat on a couple of boys willies, which made them really squeal but that was a far as it went. I was snapped out of my reverie by the sound of footsteps coming into the loo, and the person proceeded to go into the cubicle next to me and locked the door. This made me look to the wall on my right, where there were a few drawn pictures of cocks and balls. Most were crudely drawn and I remember thinking I could draw far better than that... It was then that I noticed there was a small hole between the partitions and being curious, I moved to have a look through the hole. I was shocked to see a massive adult cock which was slowly being stroked. I'd seen adult guys cocks before at the swimming pool changing rooms, but they were limp and somehow as you could see the whole person, they seemed normal in size compared to the person, although of course, much, much bigger than mine. How I wished mine would grow to their size, although I wasn't keen on all that hair down there, I though mine was much prettier than theirs, and not as brown and wrinkly. I was mesmerised by this big cock and kept on watching as the guy slowly stroked himself. I wondered why he was stroking himself, as usually when my willy got hard, it was very embarrassing and I tried to will it to go down again... maybe stroking helps it to go down again, I thought, but instantly dismissed the idea, as when I touched my willy when it was hard, it stayed hard longer, or even got harder! The guy sat down again and I was disappointed not to be able to see his cock anymore. I was about to leave when I noticed a hand come through under the partition with a piece of toilet paper wrapped around a pen. With some trepidation I took the pen and paper from the bloke and unwrapped the loo roll from the pen. There was a message there saying `Hi, what do you like?'. I pondered over this for a while and wrote back `Tennis and Rugby', wrapped the paper around the pen and put my hand under the partition and felt him take it. I heard a chuckle from the guy next door and wondered what was so funny about tennis and rugby.... After a couple of minutes, I saw his hand under the partition again and took the offered package. Unwrapping it, the message said `you've seen mine, show me yours'. Agh! He knew I was looking! I've been caught! But thinking about it, he didn't seem to mind and wanted to see mine.... I'm not a shy boy, but it seemed very different to show someone your willy, rather than just being naked. After a while I thought, well fair's fair, I've seen his, so I should show mine. Remembering that his was hard, I thought mine should be hard as well to show him, so I played with my willy for a while until it became hard, and with a lot of trepidation, I slowly stood up and pushed my groin towards the small hole. I heard him whisper `Niceeee' which made me bolder and move my willy around, lifting it up to show my balls and stroking it like he did... I suddenly became very embarrassed and grabbed my pants and shorts, drew them up and ran out of the loos. I kept on looking back, scared to see if the guy was going to follow me, but didn't see anyone as I got back to school. I was painfully hard the whole day and couldn't stop thinking about my encounter in the loos. My friends kept on asking me if I was OK as I seemed to be a bit out of it. I assured them I was fine, just tired. Even after I went to bed, I couldn't get the time in the loos out of my mind. That massive cock, I don't think I could look at a man in the same way again! My willy was so hard it was painful, and I resolved not to go back to the loos again, if that was going to be the result. The next day wasn't much better, although my willy had gone soft, but every time I remembered what had happened, my willy would got painfully hard again. By the afternoon, after classes, I was drawn to the loos again. I didn't even realise until I got to the door of the loos and somehow my body was dragging me in there. Again there was nobody in the loos, otherwise I would have bolted out, but thinking I would just go and look at a few more of the messages on the wall, I went into the same cubicle and locked the door. Within a few seconds, I heard someone walking into the loos and go into the next door cubicle.. I waited for a bit, and then looked through the hole. There was another cock, hard and probably slightly smaller than the one from yesterday but still fascinating.... He kept on slowly stroking his cock and I though, wow, I can't wait until mine gets to that size, although I hope it doesn't get that brown. I thought I'd make sure I washed my hands before having a piss or playing with myself, so I won't get it dirty. The guy eventually sat down and I knew the drill now, so waited to see the hand come under the partition. Eventually there it was with the loo roll wrapped around a pen and the message read `kneel down by the partition, so I can feel you'. I thought about it for a while and then though, hell why not?, so knelt down by the partition. This hand came and started stroking my leg, moving higher until he had my bits in his hand. I could feel him massaging my balls, feeling each one in turn and rolling them around in his fingers.... Apart from my parents and the doctor, nobody had felt my balls like that and I was quite enjoying it, thinking how naughty it was, but I felt quite comfortable because he hadn't seen my face, so didn't know who I was. He moved onto my willy and started stroking it, and kept on going faster and faster. I'd never tried stroking it that fast and it started becoming really hard and sensitive up to the point that it got too much for me and I had to shuffle back a bit on my knees so that he couldn't touch it anymore. I was shaking a bit and his hand was still under the partition, stroking my legs, which was very pleasurable. After a while, I wanted his hand back on my bits, so shuffled forward again. He grabbed my willy straight away and started stroking like mad again. I thought I'd wait and see how much I could stand before moving away again. It got more and more sensitive, and I really wanted to move away, but thought, no, I can take a bit more and then it suddenly went mad.... I saw stars and my whole body started shaking... it was absolutely amazing but very scary at the same time. I slumped back and was panting like mad and really didn't know what had happened. Am I ill? I started to calm down and my breathing slowed down a bit and I thought I'd never experienced anything like that before, but at least I'm recovering, imagine that feeling lasting forever.... I would die. I'm still panting like mad and trying to recover from an unbelievable experience. My eyes started to refocus and I saw two knees under the partition, which made me think, hey, I can put my hand under that and feel an adult cock for the first time! For some reason I was very tentative, and thought I'd stroke his leg first -- it was very hairy and I slowly let my hand travel upwards.... I felt his balls with the back of my hand and had to turn my hand around to try and cup them. I felt one of his balls and it was bigger than my hand.... I couldn't get my fingers around it and it felt so heavy and hairy... I checked out his other one, which felt about the same and moved my hand higher and touched his cock.... It was amazing, hot, surprisingly soft, with an inner core of steel... I couldn't get my fingers around it but travelled down to his knob, which felt much bigger than his shaft. I could feel him trembling and panting as I slowly stroked his cock, and I somehow got a strong feeling of power that I was holding on to this guys manhood and making a grown man shake! I remembered what he had done to me, so I speeded up like mad and I could hear him moaning, which made me stroke him faster and faster. He started moaning even louder and so much so that I thought I might be hurting him, but he was moaning and the shouting `YES' and moaning again, so I thought it must be good. His cock suddenly got very stiff and started pulsing and he let out a massive sigh. My hand was covered in wetness, and I suddenly realised, hey, this is cum! I'd never seen any before but all the boys kept on taking about it and a couple of boys said they could cum, but we never believed them, as we knew you had to have hair down there to be able to cum. How we knew, it don't know, but it was an accepted fact. I pulled my hand back from under the partition, expecting to see white, creamy stuff, which is what all the boys said cum was like, but it was thinner, more gooey, not much like anything I'd seen before. It seemed a bit stickier and I could move my thumb and finger apart and still there was a strand between them. Being very curious, I lifted my hand to my face and had a sniff of it. It smelled salty and yeasty, not an unpleasant smell, and not like pee at all, which I had sort of expected it to smell like. I played with it for a while, completely forgetting about the guy next door, until I heard him pull up his trousers and leave. The cum was starting to dry out a bit and I wondered what it would taste like.... I was very hesitant to try it as it had come out of someone's willy but thought, it actually smells quite nice. I put out my tongue and tentatively licked a small piece of it. It tasted roughly how it smelt, maybe a bit more salty and it fizzed on my tongue. Now, my dad had a chat to me about the `birds and the bees' about a year before and how a man puts his willy into a girls cunny to make a baby, but I didn't really understand what he was saying, and couldn't understand how it related to birds and bees. I hadn't got that close to a bird, but they didn't seem to have a willy or a hole, and I guessed a bee's sting was their willy. A day or so after `the talk', I persuaded my younger sister to take her pants down, and I explored her slit and found that, yes, there was a hole there. I had asked how she peed and she said it came out of down there. I remember thinking at the time that I was so happy to have a willy so that I could spray my pee wherever I wanted and could fish it out of my trousers, rather than having to sit down to pee. I hadn't worked out how babies were made, apart from what my dad had told me, but having tasted cum for the first time, I realised the fizzing on my tongue must be tiny babies which are then put into a girl for them to grow. I got a bit worried that I'd eaten tiny babies -- did that mean I was a cannibal? By that time, the cum had dried on my hand, and I thought, oh well, the other babies have died... I suddenly had a mad thought, that having licked a bit of cum, I would end up having a baby, but after a bit of a panic, I realised that I knew that only girls could have babies and not boys, so felt very relieved... I thought I'd better get back to school, so pulled up my pants and shorts and left the loos. For the rest of the day, I kept on thinking about the experiences in the loos and the feeling of touching an adult cock and the power if felt over the adult. My willy was hard again all day until lights out in our dormitory when I remembered about stroking my willy, which I did like mad until I got the same amazing experience again. I must have been quite noisy as the master came into the dorm and told me to stop wanking and go to sleep. I learnt another thing that day, that's what people meant when they were talking about wanking... I'd never worked out what they meant before but it all made sense now, as I fell into the best nights sleep I'd had for a long time. I was groggy the next morning as I walked to breakfast, and having picked up my breakfast, I sat at an empty table. After a few moments Alex came and sat next to me, which was unheard of, a 13 year old sitting at a table with a young boy. A couple of my friends came along and tried to sit at the same table, but Alex told them to bugger off. I started to get very worried... what was happening?? He said I saw you coming out of the queers loos. I looked at him and stammered, I just went in there for a piss, why is it called queers loos?. He's said, don't worry about that but don't go in those loos again as people will think you're queer and don't go in the newsagents either..... Well, it's was about about the worst thing to be called at school, so I resolved never to go there again, although I couldn't understand why I shouldn't go to the newsagents... Hope you enjoyed the story, more to cum if you like it.... Would like constructive comments... Paulsmith197074@gmail.com