Caprino’s Firsts Chapter 1: A Peeping Tom’s Dream By JustSomeWriter What young 3rd grader Caprino saw four days ago had been burned vividly into his memory. Any depiction of sex, from the implications of love scenes under the covers from movies on TV, to the boyfriends his mother brings to her bedroom, triggers that memory of what his eyes caught. The real thing. The feelings and urges he had been feeling recently have been very distracting and confusing for the young boy. Caprino has become much more aware of boy’s and girl’s bodies now, but his mother, Bleu, is often prudently avoidant when he asks questions about biology or what she does in the bedroom with her friends. She is not a neglectful mother in any way, she merely just had not figured how to approach such an explicitly detailed subject with her son, nor be able to find the modest amount of courage to do so. This unfortunately had left the poor boy extremely distracted by his emergent feelings of attraction to arousing thoughts and bodies, and curiosity for sex. Again, it has only been four days, but the sexually curious lad is as thoughtful and polite to anyone as he has always been, and he vigilantly keeps his urges in his room or to bathroom breaks, so as to avoid embarrassment. The poor child just has had no frame of reference to what he’s discovered, what he feels and does, and why he and other people want to have sex or play with themselves. His bathroom breaks to relieve himself have become more frequent, and his mind wanders from games and cartoon distractions to having a sexy urge to reach into his pants. Releasing these urges at least helps him sleep at night, but doesn’t stop the memory of that thrilling day becoming the subject of his nightly dreams, as well as the beginning of his journey of understanding and self-discovery. **************** The recess bell rang out. The clapper was still hammering the metal shell by the time the fastest kids of most classrooms hollered and raced with each other to the playgrounds, to see who could reach the play structures first. The more obedient students walked or sped walked out of their rooms to avoid later disciplinary action in larger waves towards the exits and whatever facilities they wanted or needed to go to. Lines for drinking fountains formed to prepare for the outdoor heat, while others headed for the library to stay cool and politely play board games under the librarian’s fierce, scowling shush, or find any new comic books that were among the book donations to the school. By now, for the next twenty minutes, the building was relatively quiet and empty, save for the noisy bathroom trips as kids rushed in to get back out to make the most of their free time. Ten minutes out, the halls were empty, save for a mischievous pair of kids, holding hands and giggling, taking an opportunity to hide away from their rowdy, gossipy outdoor peers and slip into the boy’s washrooms of the occasionally used Arts Facilities Wing of their school, seldom used and visited among kids during free times in favor of sports and chasing games. Caprino’s frantic game of tag had the young Dunsparce running ragged and thirsty and in need of an urgent bathroom break. His escape route had him running to the farside of the playgrounds where the less monitored Arts Wing’s entrance was, so he let himself in to save travel time to the nearest water fountain and washroom. Caprino quenched his thirst with cold fountain water to comfort himself from the heat, before walking into an unusually populated Arts Wing toilet room, as one of the stalls was locked closed, with its young occupant heavily breathing and hissing between his teeth. The young Dunsparce thought this odd, but not unlikely seeing as he was walking in and using the lonely wing’s washroom as well. Maybe the kid ran out as far as he did and really needed to do number 2. Caprino needed a urinal in his case and proceeded to lower his pants and aim. Both of the bathroom’s occupants were panting audibly as the thrilling run he had, along with the sweltering American midwest heat had Caprino take deep breaths to calm him down, before hitching his throat at the bathroom smells. He remembered he was in the presence of an occupied throne. Oddly enough though, the bathroom didn’t smell like that kind of business. It was merely musty and sweaty if anything, with an odd bodily smell to it. The occupant was probably an older kid going through puberty, or whatever that growing up stuff Caprino learned in his science class. What sounded like a third mouth breather seemed to have entered the room, but no one else had walked in. All these sounds and smells while being short of breath was weirding Caprino out all at once. He flushed the urinal, relieved of his bathroom needs, and proceeded to the sink to wash his hands. The occupied stall audibly sighed, with an audible tone of annoyance as Caprino took his time and scrubbed his forearms, hands and fingers clean from the dirt he picked up from tripping over himself from escaping the kid he tagged. Caprino always was a sensitive, thoughtful boy, and sheepishly hurried his rinsing, not wanting to inconvenience the toilet kid. Number twos somehow felt more embarrassing than number ones, what with pants going all the way down and all, so Caprino could understand the toilet dude’s gripe with him. Caprino hastily splashed water on his face to wash any dust off him before scuttling out the washroom for fresh air. Squeaky-clean Caprino rounded the doorway and took a breath, free of the sweaty toilet air and its awkward atmosphere. He busily wiped his hands dry off his shirt before catching strange, echoed whispers from the washroom he just left. “Is he finally gone?” asked a rather feminine voice. “Yeah, I think so,” whispered an actual boy’s voice. Caprino cocked his eyebrows, turning his head back towards the boy’s washroom, fully taken aback. He KNEW there was another voice in that stall! But why is a girl in the boy’s washroom with a boy? Were they flirting? Holding hands? Kissing? HOLDING HANDS WHILE KISSING??? This outlandish violation of ‘boys and girls’ boundaries felt dangerous, and illegal! A boy would and should never go into the girl’s toilets, unless he was a skirt flipping, panty ogling pervert! They would normally be the trouble makers or bullies of the class, which Caprino certainly was not. He followed rules and respected the privacy of others. Exceptions to that rule would be any local neighborhood sprinkler parties or slip n’ slide parties people around town would hold in their yards to beat the desert heat waves, which Caprino would often be among those who joined in if he ever came across them. If they weren’t invited, most kids would take their clothes off down to their underwear to keep their outfits dry and leave them with their parents to hold on to while they would run in with only their sandals on. Oftentimes, Caprino would catch sight of some kids being completely nude, boys or girls, which was surreal to see at first. That was how Caprino’s mom, Bleu, taught him that boys have penises and girls, including his mom, have vaginas. She helped him reason that some kids and their parents don’t want their underwear to soak their bottoms when they have to leave, and that they treat the party like a free, second shower. Getting naked for showers is always normal! While Caprino stood frozen in his shock, trying to rationalize why a boy and a girl would break toilet and privacy boundaries outside of showers and sprinkler parties, the stall couple resumed their heavy breathing. “What in the world are they doing in there?” Caprino asked himself. His surprised shock still took hold of him, and thrilling feelings of intense arousal sparked up his curiosity and the excitement in his jean shorts to its peak limits. The young innocent boy could not help but find out what possibly illicit act was happening in that stall. He slowly and gingerly crept back inside the washroom, landing each step on his tiptoes. Were they playing something like doctor and showing each other their private parts? Were they french kissing and “making out” like in those teen flicks or rom-coms his mom let him watch? He could hear an occasional kiss, but they were mostly gasping and panting. He felt a throb in his shorts, painfully pinching his woody. His breath hitched as his stomach fluttered from the arousal. Caprino slowly made his way closer to the stalls, the heavy breathing evolving into moans and grunts now. The girl was whispering “ooh” and “aah,” it sounded like she was enjoying herself, but her breathing sounded like she was exercising. She sounded… sexy. Attractive. Hearing the girl hum and moan so close out loud as he stepped into a stall next door brought intense, and confusing feelings of bodily arousal to his stomach and groin. A layered plank of painted wood was all that separated Caprino and this sexy couple. He had a hunch this whole time that this boy and girl were doing something naughty, something sexy. The thought of being so close to whatever sexy thing they were doing brought an intense, breathtaking flutter of arousal to his belly and penis. He hazarded a guess that their pants would be down, so maybe they were playing with each other’s privates? His own private part hardened to full attention, painfully so in his stiff, tight shorts. He reached down to adjust himself comfortably, but stifled his breath, as he felt an exciting feeling as he touched it, almost blowing his cover. He looked down. Standing right next to the open toilet, he raised his knee to his chest and stepped gingerly on the edge of the seat and planted his foot. The moment he could boost himself up, he’d be able to discover the sexiness happening on the other side. The couple’s breathing was so loud right next to him. Caprino’s heart beat fast and wild, the thrill of discovering sex was palpable. He slowly and quietly took a deep breath. He gently placed his hands on the stall wall, pushed his foot on the seat’s edge and rose up along the barrier. He was almost there, so he stood on the balls of his feet. His head was just high enough, so he angled his head high, then looked down. There they were. A girl bear cub was sitting on the lap of a boy fox pup. Caprino knew them, or at least saw them around the school. They were 4th graders, just a year above him. Both of their shorts were lowered all the way down and hanging off of one of their ankles. The girl’s plump, fuzzy buttcheeks shook as she gyrated her hips against the boy. The couple embraced each other tightly, the boy’s hands traveled up and down along her body. One hand snaked under her shirt up her back while his free hand lowered and grabbed as much of her cheek his hand could clamp on. The little bear yelped a little at the sensation of the grab as her foxy boyfriend chuckled at her. The girl whined bashfully as she buried her face into his neck, nuzzling and licking him in his vulnerable spot. The boy gasped and moaned, the affectionate lick on his sensitive neck sent him buck wild, bucking his hips into hers while tightening the grip of his embrace around her. Caprino was utterly stunned. “Is this sex? Their pants are down, their privates are touching! They’re humping each other! Wow, look at that girl’s butt…” Caprino tried to internally process what he was seeing, his eyes frantically travelling up and down the couple’s bodies, trying to digest the intensely sexual sight he was seeing. His eyes were glued to the bear girl’s bare ass, this was the longest time he’s laid his eyes on a girl’s butt by far, and he was finally seeing sexy private parts in action. The thick fur on her ass bounced hypnotically as her boyfriend bucked under her. The fox lad angled his snout down towards the girl’s shoulder, nipping and kissing her in return for her kisses. The couple’s eyes were lowered and focused on each other, so he was safe from being caught from above for the moment. Caprino wished he could know what was going on with their loins. What was going with the fox’s penis? Could he do something like that with a girl with his own young penis? Caprino throbbed hard in his shorts at the thought of trying sex himself. Caprino bit his lip as his right hand lifted off from the wall down to his shorts. He undid the button and painstakingly slowly, unzipped himself, and gently lowered his shorts silently down his legs onto the seat. His woody felt a lot better, unrestricted from his tough jean shorts. His hand dug into his briefs, grabbing his hard on, feeling even more relief as it finally felt stimulated. His small fingers squeezed on the head, the most sensitive part of his penis. Caprino had not learned to masturbate properly, often humping his hand in bed. Not having a clear idea how to comfort himself without laying down, he resorted to squeezing his fingers on his foreskin, much like how his pants restrict his erection when he throbs. He looked back into the sex stall, still safely undetected, and focused his eyes on the humping girl’s ass. His eyes traveled up and down her young, bare legs as he squeezed himself. The view of the fox boy was covered by the girl’s body as he was leaning back, but he could still see him clumsily and slowly thrusting upwards at her crotch, compared to the girl’s better leveraged humping position on top of him. The little bear raised her head from her fox’s neck, swooning from the kisses and nibbles on her shoulder. The fox also let up from his ministrations and stopped his upward bucking to catch his breath. The two leaned back and looked down toward their crotches, opening up the view Caprino wanted. The bear cub’s wet, lubricated vulva sat upon the fox’s glistening upright shaft, all covered in her arousal. The couple leaned their heads against each other, resting up for one last round. “So they were humping each other. I guess that’s how mom does it with her boyfriends too,” Caprino thought to himself, his curiosity fully satiated as to how penises play with vulvas. Caprino pinched the head of his penis again at his newfound knowledge, along with the image of his mom’s dates in her bedroom. He imagined one of her regular boyfriends cuddling up to her naked as they would grind on each other, the guy would grunt and growl loudly while his mom would shush him or moan uncontrollably. Caprino has been familiar with these kinds of sounds for a long while as his mother’s house was rather small with thin walls, so he was never a stranger to the sound of sexual activities because of his mother’s regular dates. They were quick to stop and cover up under the blanket whenever he got too worried checked in on her about how loud she got, much to the groaning chagrin or leering amusement of the boyfriend, so how sex actually looked in action was a mystery to him. Until today that is. Caprino realized his eyes wandered away in thought while thinking of his mother. While lost in his thoughts, he lowered himself from his tiptoe stance, allowing his toes to rest while he was safely hidden from sight. He cautiously raised himself on his toes again, to find the couple pecking each other gently on the lips and cheeks. The fox boy grabbed his partner’s ass with a grin. The girl gave a chuckling sigh as she adjusted herself and pressed the fox’s wet cock between her flower and his stomach. The two wordlessly stared at each other with lusty smiles, before closing their eyes and wrapping their arms tightly around each other. The two partners grinded their soaked genitals together smoothly and quickly. They were so close. The thrill of their sex in such a public place, where their friends and teachers learned and played, where they have been taught keep their urges to themselves alone, in their own bedrooms, had their stomachs in a flutter and their sexes throbbing and pulsing with pleasure, speeding up the escalating the climb to sexual climax for these promiscous children than they anticipated. Caprino squeezed his penis hard to match their intensity, but his improvised technique was never comfortable, and his prolonged, awkward, tiptoe, peeping position had begun to strain his legs, toes and neck. The peeping Dunsparce resigned to just supporting his balance against the wall with both hands, leaving his penis to throb on it’s own as the couple’s breathing shortened to raspy gasps as they sped up their rutting and tightened their embrace, gulping for air as they rode each other to plateaued pleasure. The girl cub and fox boy clapped their sexes flush to each other. Their faces grimaced into blissful agony as they orgasmed as silently as they could, grunting and squeaking out their held breaths as their bodies twitched and convulsed from the intense contractions, the thrilling butterfly sensations, and the overflowing pleasure traveling from their loins, through their bellies and up to their heads, having finally reached their goal of sexual release with their eager sex partner. The couple finally released their breath, still cumming as they choked out sobs and hitched their moans to stealth their climax in the empty, echoey Arts Wing hallway. Caprino watched them ride their orgasm all the way through. He watched their faces contort from orgasm into what looked like worried, scared, or pained looking faces. As they held onto each other, caressed and kissed each other, their grimaced faces looked much more impassioned, their eyes running with loving tears. Caprino felt such a powerful, emotional and affectionate sensation in his heart, combined within his utterly primal curiosity and lust for sex in his penis, that he climaxed at the sight of the couple’s orgasm. His stomach contracted, his penis throbbed, his face numbed tightened and and his head bucked backwards as his standing body contracted and convulsed from an orgasm that masturbation had never been able to give him. Caprino leaned against the wall to catch his balance, burying his face into his forearm and reaching down with his free hand to squeeze out the climactic, joyously sexual sensations from his premature cock. Both his and the fox boy’s sexual organs had not developed yet to produce and release sperm yet, so the boys’ orgasms were dry like they usually were, not that it would stay that way for long, anyway. Caprino’s oversensitive penis twitched and throbbed between his massaging fingers, instead releasing pulses of powerful sensations, overwhelming and unbalancing his standing body. **************** Friday night that week, Caprino’s head tossed and turned in his sleep, panting and grunting lightly from his nose as his legs fidgeted. He unconsciously wrapped his arms and legs tightly around a second pillow, his hugging pillow. That whole scene he saw that Monday had been a huge, arousing distraction for Caprino the whole week. He would absent-mindedly fidget his legs in classes, relieve himself during recesses, and stare at the loose shorts, tight pants, or skirts and dresses of his classmates and teachers. He just didn’t know what to do or say to anyone. Coming home with his mother hasn’t helped him feel any better. Knowing better of what she does in her room on certain nights has made her a much more illicit and forbidden feeling subject of his fantasies in his now rapidly maturing mind. He kept to himself and would quickly mutter one word answers to her usual “how was your day?” questions before fast walking to his room. Bleu would often catch her son staring at her or the floor whenever they would have breakfast or dinner. He felt as if he had stumbled upon something he should have waited to see until he was older, feeling trapped in his awareness of sexual sensations and his taboo fascination for “private parts.” The clock read 5 o’clock A.M. as his dream recalled the beautifully passionate climax of the young couple he witnessed, along with the overwhelming, carnal throbs of his sated sexual curiosity, and powerfully, sympathetic flutters of love and lust for affection. All the sensations of his own powerful, voyeuristic orgasm in his dreamscape, grasped firm hold of his body in the waking world. His arms and legs began to contract and clutch onto the pillow he embraced for comfort, as if clutching a loving partner that was holding him. His panting breaths exhaled into surprised, unsuppressed grunts and groans, tensing up just as he had to hide his relief in that heated stall. The amazing flutters of yearning and passion tickled down his belly to his oversexed, quivering child penis, once again giving Caprino’s body natural sensations it had yet to understand. His plateauing reaction continued to uncontrollably escalate, the breathtaking butterflies in his belly began to tickle him all over like his mother’s playful fingers. Caprino grunted as his slumbering consciousness flickered from his climax from the dream to the climax in reality, his pelvis clumsily rubbing into his hugging pillow. His consistent pillow humping delivered a sense of overflowing pleasure his body felt it should not release in bed. These newly unsuppressed sensations startled his unconscious familiarity with sex, causing the young boy to cry out in astonishment as his penis released new, indelible proof of his heightened sexual maturity unto himself and his pajama shorts, quickly soaking through and into his humping pillow. The poor horny child’s breath hitched into a panicked panting as his subconscious mind detected a shameful, warm, pulsing flow spreading across his loins. Caprino’s newly pubescent, powder-blue Dunsparce penis, freshly anointed with hot semen, helplessly spewed its first load in little spurts. His panting grunts wavered into nervous, confused whimpers as he continued to thrust and buck out his first ejaculation, which had eventually petered out. Caprino clutched the pillow closer to him, as if urging the pillow to comfort him and return the embrace as he rode out his orgasm into it. His mindless hips slowed their rocking to a stop as the penis that demanded its naturally male rutting motion, had completely slathered Caprino’s pelvis in its seed. The night air quickly began to cool the pool of ejaculate, chilling the penis into finally calming down and retracting back to its flaccid state for warmth and rest. Caprino’s body had finally fatigued and found sexual resolution, but his breath and emotional senses were still slowly recovering for comfort. His face had knitted into a nervous frown as it nuzzled into his pillow, his tongue rolled out as his dried mouth hung open, panting for breath. For the past week, Caprino had been relieving himself of immodest urges for sex while feeling the loving desire to share a kiss and touch. His heated, sweaty, overexerted body ached in the dry, night air as his mind sparked one last, warm, comforting image to comfort his chilly body. “Mommy…” Caprino dryly croaked out, moaning out the last of the passion butterflies.