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The end of ignorance

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The end of ignorance by VolcanoThe name of the second person has been deliberately suppressed. You choose whether it's male or female!John lay in his bed and thought of the events of the night before. His friend had stayed over and had surprised him by suggesting that they play risque games. He had never thought of doing such with his friend, not seriously, though the thought had occasionally stolen across his mind. He'd actually wondered what it would be like to have **** in his bed, but figured once the rumour mill got around nobody else would ever let him live it down. He'd known *** quite a while now, and while he was quite shy and also quite mindful of others' privacy he'd occasionally caught glimpses of *** changing, in as little as underwear, and the sight of ***'s body had made him curious. He'd never been close to anyone as a young child, but *** was a good friend and the two had sometimes wrestled together and *** had put a friendly arm around him. He longed to do that himself occasionally, but the impulse wanted to follow itself up with something else, and he'd feared being unable to stop himself. Now, however, there was no worry. His parents had had to fly interstate to visit his sick grandmother at short notice, and while they were unhappy to leave him alone, they didn't mind if he had a friend over. ***'s parents, for their part, trusted *** implicitly. He hadn't felt brave enough last night, but maybe tonight would be it. Maybe if *** suggested again… John had shied away from the idea and *** had respected it, but that night John had had dreams about ***, naked in his bed, caressing John's intimate anatomy, and he had woken up (like countless other nights) with his nightwear a sticky mess. He knew, now, that he couldn't resist any longer. He WANTED *** to touch him, to bring that sticky mess out in his waking hours, when he could catch it, tame it in something (a handkerchief, perhaps?), so there'd be nothing to come out at night, so he could dream his erotic dreams in peace and free of embarrassment. Now he lay awake, the lights out, *** asleep (he thought) in the next room, and he wondered if it was going to happen. He wondered if he should gather up the courage to go in and ask. To his surprise, *** came to him. "Do you want me to show you something?" "No… yes, yes I do." "I know how to make you feel good… and it will teach you to make yourself feel good as well." "How?" "Turn the blankets down and take off your clothes." "***, no; I'm embarrassed." "Nothing to be embarrassed about; we're both human. Okay, your T shirt." Reluctantly, John peeled his T shirt off. "Okay, now your boxers." "***, please…" "I saw you keep your undies on… come on." He slid his boxers off, lay down on one side. Soon he felt ***'s hand on his thigh. It began to rub up and down it, then caressed his buttock beneath his underpants. "How does that make you feel?" "My dick's getting hard." "Good." "I've had dreams like this." "Even better; so you must know what's going to happen." *** started to touch the front of John's abdomen, occasionally slipping a finger beneath the elastic, but *** knew exactly what *** was doing, for a knowing finger was even then just brushing against John's swelling member. "Yes." "You've never had it happen while you've been awake, have you?" "No." "Do you know what the fun part is? It's when you get to the point of no return, and you have the nerve to cross over, to the point where you can't stop it happening any more. To the point where there's nothing to do but enjoy the feeling." "But what about the…" "Oh, hush. That's what washing machines are for." *** began to fondle the shaft of John's penis on the outside of his underpants and John felt that point of no return approaching rapidly. He knew he had control over it now, that he could pull away… Something stopped him. "***," he said, "Something's going to happen." "Yes," *** replied. His breathing quickened. "I can't stop it." "Don't bother." *** turned him over onto his back and continued to stimulate him. "Here, let me pull your underpants down; watch it happen." "***, I'm scared." "Don't be." A knowing hand teased John's penis out into the open; a pearly drop was forming at its tip. John tucked it back in. "I'm embarrassed." "Don't be. Hey, alright, first time for everything." *** rubbed ever harder. "Feel it, give in to it." *** smiled. "I can feel it any second now; it's going to come out." "Yes!" John felt ***'s body press against him, and he put his arms around ***. "Pearly…" He knew he couldn't stop himself; all he could do was listen to *** tell him what he KNEW was happening. "Sticky…" He breathed faster and faster, kissed *** on the neck and face, ran his hands over ***'s back, legs, buttocks… the body he'd imagined feeling for so long. "Exploding…" The last time he'd consciously wet his pants was many years ago, and then he'd done everything he could to prevent it. He almost instinctively reached down, but *** prevented the movement. "Don't stop it. It'll only happen in your sleep anyway." "It's, it's… oh, God, it's coming out! I can't stop it!" *** kneaded John's balls, his dick, encouraging the flow, mumbling words of encouragement. "It's warm, isn't it? Can't you feel it rushing out of you?" "Yes…" "Can't you feel the rush go through you?" "Yes…" The front of his underpants exploded into a sticky warmth, a similar warmth buzzing through his head. "Don't you feel better for having tried it?" He was too tired and seduced to resist. "Yes." "Good; now let's get you cleaned up and you can do it to me."