Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 20:58:21 +0000 From: Paul Smith Subject: Part 2 of my childhood awakening My Childhood awakening Part 2 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. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I kept on thinking about those loos and the power I had over an adult man, but unfortunately the loos were very exposed and there was no way to sneak into them without a chance of being seen. I spent a week thinking about my experiences in the loos and wanted to repeat it. I started wanking every night after lights out and learnt to be much quieter so I wouldn't be caught. I really enjoyed it, but somehow it wasn't quite the same as someone else doing it to me or maybe it was so good because it was my first time.... I tried to broach the subject with one of the boys everybody called queer but he ran off without saying a word. I really wanted to try it again, but was far too scared to go to those loos. After a few days, it suddenly dawned on me that there are a few other loos in town, and I could try those. We weren't really allowed to go far into town without permission but I thought it would be easy to sneak out without being seen using my free time. I visited a couple of loos but there was no writing on the walls and no holes in the partition. I got back to school disappointed and thinking, that's why they obviously called those loos the queers loos. I wondered whether I could go into those loos with a mask on or a hoodie to hide my face, but realised that if I was caught, there would be no way they would believe I was only going there for a piss. It got to the weekend and I thought I would try out some more loos. The first one was a bust, but the second one, in a shopping centre, had writing on the walls and a small hole in the partition between the two cubicles. I sat in the cubicle for about half an hour, with my pants down my ankles, reading the messages on the walls, but nobody came in. I thought I'd go and try some other loos and there was one near some houses. I went in, and one of the cubicles was closed. I almost walked out straightaway again, but plucked up my courage and went in the other cubicle. I was happy to see writing on the walls and a small hole in the partition near the loo, so I pulled my shorts and pants down, sat on the loo and slowly lent forward to look through the hole. Looking through, I saw an eyeball and jerked my head back quickly... someone was looking through the hole!! I waited a while, thinking, shit, he caught me trying to look.... But then thought, hey, he was trying to look at me! I slowly bent my head down again and I could see there was nothing close to the hole on the other side, so got closer to the hole and was rewarded by the sight of the largest cock I'd ever seen... It was very veiny and the guy was stroking it quite quickly. I was fascinated by the sight and kept on looking until he moved away. I was quite disappointed but sat down on the loo again and waited for a hand to come under the partition with a note. Nothing happened for a while, and then I saw some movement further along the stall. There was a cock sticking through the partition!! There was a big hole there, which I hadn't seen and this guy had stuck his cock through it! I shuffled towards it (a bit hard with your shorts and pants around your ankles!) until I got quite close and I bent my head down to have a good look at it. I was fascinated with the veins running up the cock and bent my head further to sniff the knob. It had a heady, musky aroma and I was tempted to lick the knob but was far too scared to. I slowly brought my hand up but was very hesitant about touching it, but then thought, he wouldn't had stuck it through the wall if I wasn't allowed to touch it.... I lightly touched the shaft and ran my finger along the vein and was rewarded by a bit of a gasp from the bloke. This made me feel bolder and I tried to wrap my fingers around the shaft. I couldn't get my fingers anywhere near around it, but remembering my previous encounter, I started to stroke it and slowly got faster and faster. I could hear him panting and again, I felt this great feeling of power over a grown man. I speeded up again and put my face even closer to his knob. I screwed up my courage and thought what the hell, stuck out my tongue and gave a tentative lick of his knob. I didn't taste much, but heard a muffled yelp from the guy next door, which I thought was quite funny. I tried it again with a bigger and slower lick and heard a massive sigh from the guy. I got more of a taste this time, and it pretty much tasted how it smelt. It emboldened me and I started licking more.... There was a drop of clear liquid at the end of his knob, which I assumed was pee, but I thought I would try it... it tasted quite sweet and not like pee (although I'd never tried pee!). At the same time I was stroking him faster and faster. He suddenly yelled out and his cock grew and pulsed and my face got covered in cum. I was so shocked, I didn't even move my head away and I got the stuff all over my face and hair.... I scooted back to the toilet, sat down, and grabbed loads of toilet paper to wipe it all off my face and hair. Some dripped off my nose and ran into my mouth.... It wasn't a bad taste but not as nice as chocolate or ice cream.... I managed to get most off, but I could feel my hair getting very sticky and I thought I'd better go to the sink and wash my hair before I left the loos, otherwise it might be quite obvious what was in my hair.... As I was thinking this, I saw a finger come through the hole, beckoning me. I sat there for a while and realised that he wanted me to put my willy through the hole. I thought about it for a bit, and though, well, fairs fair, and it might be quite fun.... I scooted over to the hole but it was higher than I could reach with my willy, so I grabbed my school bag and chucked it on the floor and climbed on that. That was then the perfect height and I pushed my willy through the hole, and because the hole was that big, I pushed my balls through as well... I felt this hand grab my balls, and quite painfully pull them a bit, before rolling both in his hands. It still wasn't a brilliant feeling, and I was considering pulling out until I felt a wetness engulf my willy. It took me a couple of seconds to work out that he had taken my willy in his mouth... A stray thought went through my brain, thinking he could bite my willy off but the feelings were so good, I thought I would take the risk! I'd never felt anything so good, and it got even better when he took my balls into his mouth as well! I got even more worried that he could bite all my bits off, but the feelings were so good, I really couldn't care.... If he did, I would die happy! He kept on going and I could feel his tongue swirling around my knob and my slit, which felt amazing. The feelings kept on building up until it got far too much for me and I had the most amazing tingles ever.... My legs buckled and I hurt my balls as they got caught on the lip of the hole as I collapsed in a heap on the floor. I was panting as if I had run a marathon and I had my hands on my balls as they had been scratched raw by the edge of the hole as I fell down. I took me quite some time to recover and I stayed curled up in the floor, holding my jewels until I calmed down, stood up, pulled my pants and shorts up and ran out of the loos. After that experience, I'd forgotten about the dried cum in my hair, and I got some strange looks from people I walked by. I only realised when I tried to brush my hand through my hair and it wouldn't go through as my hair was all matted together... I ducked into the nearest loos I could find and put my head under the sink. Turned on the cold water and covered my head with water. I was brushing my hair like mad to get rid of all the gloop and it sprayed all over my shirt as well. I was soaked by the end of it, but at least I got it all out. I walked back to school soaking wet and got rather cold, so thought I'd better have a shower. The older boys had obviously just finished a game of rugby, so there were at least 10 thirteen year olds in the showers. I was the only one without hair around my willy apart from Alex, who still had the biggest one of all of them, and it got me wondering whether he shaved his pubes off.... I was trying so hard not to get an erection, seeing all those cocks, but it didn't work, and I could feel my willy slowly growing. One of the boys noticed it and grabbed his junk and wiggled it about, shouting `come on gay boy have a taste of this!' I was so embarrassed and my face got really red, but Alex stepped in and told the guy not to be such an idiot and that he'd seen him have a hard on in the showers quite a few times.... My ears pricked up, and I thought that would be nice to see, and I resolved to make sure I went later in the showers to see the older boys shower. I was very grateful to Alex for stepping in and looking after me and thanked him when we were back in the changing room. He looked at me strangely and said `I hope you haven't been back to the queer loos'. I assured him I hadn't, not even for a pee, which as soon as it came out of my mouth, I realised that I had admitted I'd been in there for something else, but he didn't seem to have noticed. He did say that he heard I was still going to the newsagents, and I told him, yes, I was buying sweets there. He looked at me a bit sadly, and said I did warn you not to go there. I asked him what was wrong with buying sweets but all he said was `you'll see', which I didn't understand. I knew sweets could make you fat but with all the sports I did, I was as lean as a whippet, so a few sweets couldn't hurt. I went to bed and woke up in the morning with my balls hurting like mad. I looked down and felt them and they had swollen up enormously. They were at least three times the size as normal and looked really red. I got quite scared and thought, shit, there's something really wrong. It was embarrassing but I thought I had to go and see Matron to get it sorted out, but then remembered she was was away for 3 weeks to go on a climbing trip to Mount Kilimanjaro and there was a younger bloke taking her place whilst she was away. I made it through breakfast and morning classes but my balls hurt so much, I went back and up to Matrons rooms at lunchtime. There was this guy there, and he said `hello, my name is Rob and I've taken over from Matron whilst she's away, how can I help?' I stammered `hi, I'm Paul, and I need to have some antiseptic cream' `What's the problem?' `I've hurt myself and it's got all swollen and red' `OK, show me, so I can see what to do...' `Can you just give me some cream and I'll do it myself' `Ahh, is it somewhere embarrassing?' I nodded my head, not daring to speak.... `Look, we're both boys, so it's nothing I haven't seen before...' I blushed like mad and still wouldn't say what the problem was and asked `can you just give me some cream?' He said he couldn't do that but then undid his belt and pulled his trousers and pants down and took them off completely and said `see, I have the same bits as you' Well, they might have been similar but his was so much bigger, long and thin with very hairy balls. I was shocked and kept on staring at his bits with my mouth open. `Earth to Paul, was I right, you've hurt your bits??' Somehow emboldened by seeing his cock, I nodded and said `yes, I've hurt my balls' `OK, you're going have to show me, how did it happen?' I panicked and said `I got hit when playing rugby' `Drop your shorts and pants and let me have a look' With a lot of trepidation, I undid my shorts and pulled them and my pants down. He grabbed my bits and pulled them up and said `oh, wow, that's really swollen'. He checked my balls out by rolling them around and said ` your balls are fine, it's just an infection on your sac'. I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but was relieved that my balls were fine. He said he needed a closer look, so he got a magnifying glass and got very close to my balls and moved them this way and that. Because of the manipulation of my balls, my willy got really hard and I got really embarrassed. He noticed but said `don't worry about it, that's a very natural reaction' It put me a bit at ease and I thought, if he's not worried about it, I shouldn't be. He then got me really embarrassed again as he said `that's a very odd game of rugby you've been playing as you've got a few wood splinters in your sac' I was so embarrassed, I didn't say a thing.... He got some tweezers out and spent the next 10 minutes pulling splinters out of me. It hurt like mad, but I kept quiet, but still had a ranging hard on. He then said `all done now' and proceeded to rub some cream all over my balls -- this got me even harder, if that was possible and he then started rubbing my shaft with the cream as well. He said ` I need to make sure the infection doesn't spread' and continued to rub cream into my shaft, reaching up to my knob. I couldn't help it and got my tingles again. I squirmed around like mad and was moaning out loud. He laughed and said `I can see you really enjoyed that!' I was so embarrassed.... Luckily it did mean that my willy got softer but I was still stood there naked from the waist down, but then I saw that his cock had got hard and I felt so much better that I wasn't the only one..... He said `we'll wait 10 minutes, then I'll rub some more cream on. Wait here until I come back...' He walked out of the room and closed the door. After a while, I could hear some soft moaning coming from behind the door and I moved over to it and very slowly opened the door a bit. I looked round and could see Rob leaning with his back to the wall, stroking his cock like mad... I could hear him whispering under his breath and made out `that was sooo hot... he's so cute and doesn't even know it....'. He suddenly moaned loudly and started cumming. I quickly closed the door and went back next to the table and waited for Rob to come back. After a few minutes he came back in, still with no trousers on, but his cock was now limp and hanging down... He said `right, we'll rub some more cream in, then you can be on your way....' He proceeded to slowly rub cream all over my balls and then started up my shaft, moving quite quickly. After a minute or so, I got my tingles again and was moaning quite loudly. Rob said `well I'm glad everything works, you can put your pants and shorts back on now, but come back tomorrow lunchtime, for some more treatment' The cream did seem to work a bit, and my balls didn't hurt as much, although they were still aching and somehow it felt a bit better to have my hand down there, cupping my balls. A few of the boys noticed and said `don't do that in public' but I couldn't really help myself. In the evening, my balls were still aching, so I didn't have my usual evening wank and I didn't sleep as well as usual because of it. I was looking forward to lunchtime and having some cream rubbed into my bits, not only because it would help my pain, but because I would get my tingles again, and it was far better than doing it yourself. Time seemed to go so slowly in the morning until it got to lunchtime and once it finally came around to lunchtime, I ran to Matron's room, even though the extra friction hurt my balls. I was panting by the time I got to Matron's room and managed to say `hi Rob', between pants... He asked me how I was and I said `a bit better, the swelling has gone down a bit, but it still hurts' He said `you know the drill, shorts and pants off...' I didn't have a problem taking them down, and pulled them both down at the same time and stepped out of them. Rob told me to get on the table and felt my balls. He said `yeah, it's looking better, but there's still an infection there, you need some more cream on that' That was music to my ears, and I was really looking forward to it but Rob said `before I do that, I need to check a few things out, it's obvious you didn't hurt your balls playing rugby, so I need to do a few other things' I kept quiet, as I couldn't tell him how I hurt my balls and couldn't think of another excuse of getting wood splinters in my sac. He told me to turn around and bend over and touch my toes with my fingers, which wasn't a problem, but he then spread my ass cheeks and I could feel his breath on my hole. He said `that looks fine and virginal', which I didn't understand, but was happy that there wasn't a problem. He turned me around again and made my lie down and proceeded to rub cream all around my balls.... It was a brilliant feeling, and I got hard again.... I was in heaven and thought, I could have that done to me every day. Unfortunately, he then proceeded to tell me that Matron was coming back the next day and that I would have to book in to see her. I pleaded with him to give me some of the cream, so that I could rub it in myself as Matron doing it would be soooo embarrassing...... He relented and told me to rub cream in both in the morning and evening and if it didn't clear up in a couple of days, that I would have to go and see to Matron. I was so grateful, I gave him a big hug and said thanks! I felt his cock in his pants, which seemed to be hard but then thanked him again and left.. More to cum if people enjoy it... Would like constructive comments... Paulsmith197074@gmail.com