Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 09:17:49 -0500 From: lesli 99 Subject: Young Times Parts 18 Young Times Part XVIII I woke to the sunlight streaming in thru the open blinds, cutting thru my head like a knife. The pounding in my ears was in perfect symphony with the stabs of pain as each beat of my heart pumped oxygen to a brain that wanted no more than to be left alone. My bunk seemed to be doing end flips and my hands had to fight to keep me from falling out. Actually, fallling out may be a better alternative to laying here and flipping with the bed. I tried to steady myself and get out of bed but nothing seemed more difficult. With resignation I dropped my head back to the pillow as the bed resumed it's end for end flipping. What I was experiencing, as Adrian patiently explained, was a simple hangover brought on by all the beer I had drunk the night before. Well I had news for him, there was nothing simple about it, and I was definately near death here. I couldn't move and I told him so. He brought some aspirins and water and I settled back to the pillow as he promised to explain to the instructor than I was feeling 'under the weather' and was staying in bed today. Nothing would make the pain go away but perfect stillness, a complete lack of movement. I did that well as I lay on my back with my eyes closed and tried to breath normally so my oxygen hyped blood wouldn't try to kill my brain. Even thought seemed to hurt, but as the events of last evening came slowly back to me, I thought more and more. The group sex of a few nights ago, and even the group grope in the shower room yesterday didn't even hold a candle to what had happened in Tom's room. But I had been sober and I could remember everything about the first two. I had lost much of last night as the beer flowed and I slipped deeper into my first drunk. I did remember that Tom had made love to me (I had taken to calling it that because I felt there was an element slightly beyond just sex in what we had done), I had sucked Adrian off while Chucky did me. I remembered, slightly less clearly, that someone else had fucked me and I think I remembered sucking one or two cocks. I think one, or both, came in my mouth. Much beyond that though was not only unclear, it was missing to the point that I may have dreamed it. Maybe not. I did manage to slid my hand under the covers with the idea in mind of checking myself over, but the pain in my head had other ideas and it was at least an hour before I tried movement again. Better luck this time, and I slid my hand down past my underwearless buttocks and brushed a finger across my hole. It was wet, attesting to my obvious promiscuity. I mean, Tom wore a condom, that I remembered, so any lingering semen must have been the result of another coupling. And the last time some one had cum in me it was dry by morning. So either someone had just fucked me, which I know wasn't the case since I had been lying here near death for hours, or a lot of people came in my box last night. While I didn't know for sure, I could guess which was the case. I gently pressed my finger to the source of this wetness and was surprised, no shocked, to find that it went up in me without the slightest hesitation. The cum was flowing out because my sphincter was stretched to the point that it no longer held my lips together. Pushing on, my finger was completely inside my asshole and met no resistance. I was literally stetched wide open, and as I withdrew my finger I felt more cum seep out. I brought my finger to my nose and smelled the pungent aroma of shit and cum. The cum was still warm from being inside me all night, but it smelled now not like the creamy liquid I loved to taste. Instead, it had an extremely offensive acrid smell to it. In fact, it stunk and I quickly took my finger away from my nose. The quick movement brought on more pain and in a few seconds another reaction. My stomach rolled like the bed had been doing for the past hour, and when it did it signalled the end of my repose and an immediate call to action. I fought the pain and did what I knew I had to, I rushed to the bathroom, arriving just in time as my stomach rejected the accumulation of beer and cum in one swift, arching, stream. Lucky for me I literally fell in front of the commode, otherwise I would have made a real mess. The mixture in the bowl, once I had the courage to look at it was obviously beer and cum. Lots of both. I stayed on my knees, glued to the commode for what seemed like another hour before I had the courage to get up and stumble back to my bunk. I didn't, however, have the strength or courage to climb into the top bunk, so I collapsed in a heap on Adrian's. I was in that position when he came at lunch to check on me. "You alright?" he asked as he starred at me, comatose on his bed. I couldn't answer, only groan. It was the only thing that seemed to help. He brought me some more aspirins and water and sat on the bunk as I swallowed them down. "It's cool. The instructor's cool with you staying in the dorm today. I told him you were ill." "I'm not ill" I managed to get out "I'm dying. Ill goes away, death doesn't." "Happens to everyone sweetheart. Happened to me the first time. But I must say I don't know of anyone who's mixed their first drunk with such a performance." "Wha...........?" what was he talking about? Could he shed some light on last night. "Well, let me put it this way..........there are those inconsiderate souls who will forever refer to you as the gangbang queen of conservatory." "What...........why?" "Well dear, and I'll put this delicately.........I don't think I've ever seen, not here nor anywhere else, someone who.....shall we say, someone who abandoned ALL their inhibitions so enthusiastically as you." "What....I mean.....whaaaa?" "Well, and don't get me wrong I think you were a marvelous good sport, but I don't think I've ever seen someone take on as many boys as you did. It was, like, you took on all comers. No pun intended darling." So now I knew why my ass was in the shape it was. "Did I? I mean, what did I......" "Oh, I would say almost everything. And, I would say, most everyone. At least everyone who came to Tom's room. And once the word spread, I would say that was anyone who was interested. No, seriously, you were the friendliest and most sought after boy there. Don't you remember anything?" "I, uh, I remember Tom. And you. And Chucky. And one or two others. But after that.........well....." "Let's see. Oh, yeah, Tom and me and Chucky, then......oh yeah, the tall blonde with those incredible blue eyes and that manly piece of meat. And........the black boy who has that 'pimpy' mustache. And the kid who came to play the clarinette but switched to sax the second day, you know the one. And, let's see......the two guys next door came in sometime. They both had you. And the kid, oh I don't know his name but he screwed you once and wanted another piece but he couldn't get hard. And you, well, you were busy blowing someone else and I made him hard and he had another go at you. And, let's see, it seems to me that Tom had you again and I think he blew you right after that. And that's maybe half of them because I was busy in between and didn't see everyone you were with. And I did alot myself so you can guess how many I missed seeing." "Oh God. No, I don't remember half of them. How long did I..........." "Give it up I think they call it. How long did you give it up? Til I brought you back here. I would say a little after midnight. You were eating Chucky's brown spot and kept trying to get him to shit in your mouth. Really honey, you are some perverted slut. Just kidding. Anyway, at that point I figured you were really gone, so I packed you up and brought you back here. You kept trying to open doors, said you wanted to 'sleep with every boy on the floor', but I did manage to get you back here and throw you into your bunk. I'm honestly amazed that you didn't blow lunch all over the place. But I see from the bathroom that you did manage to purge." "I feel awwwful" I groaned. I don't know if being sick was worse than having Adrian recount lastnight or not. They were both pretty awful. "Well, just lie there and don't worry about a thing. Only time takes the sick away." And with that he put a glass of water on the floor beside the bed and left to go to lunch, promising me that I wouldn't die. I wasn't so sure about it as he was. The afternoon went from bad to better, and I drifted off to sleep for a while and when I awoke the headache had, as if by magic, disappeared. I felt strong enough to get off the bed and risk a shower which made me feel even better, although not good enough to do anything but drag myself back to bed. My hole had finally stopped leaking, and when I put my finger to it later I noticed that it had seemed to tighten a little. I found some lip balm and applied the slightest bit which seemed to help. I was lying there when I heard the quiet knock and saw the door open. It was Tom. My heart almost stopped at the sight of him as he came in. "Hi" he said as he sat down on the edge of the bunk "Are you ok? Adrian said you weren't feeling well" "I'm.......well, I may live. Yes, I was feeling awful for most of the day." "Well, I must apologize. For what happened I mean. I guess I didn't know you weren't a beer drinker. And, I mean, for what happened afterwards. When you said 'the more the merrier' the other night, well I just assumed you were ok with a group. I mean, I wouldn't have left the door open otherwise." "Oh, no......I didn't......I mean, that was ok. And I'm OK with beer. Just, well that was the most I've ever drunk. But it wasn't........I mean, your fault. I mean the group thing........well, you know, I really do like that." "Well, word got around after a while and a lot more people showed up than I expected. But you did seem cool with it. But I worried about you, especially after you got so drunk. And after so many.........I mean.....how does your box feel?" "Pretty loose, I guess. And I've been wet down there all day." "Yeah, well........roll over and let me have a look. Make sure there's no damage. I mean.........as much as you took." I rolled on my stomach and felt Tom's warm hands spreading my legs. It felt good, and when I his hands parted my cheeks it felt even better. He kneaded the flesh and spread me further, to get a better look. As his finger touched my enlarged hole I felt the first stirring of renewed passion. I was going to live after all. "Looks pretty stretched. But nothing that time won't heal. No bleeding or ripped skin. You should be alright." "I feel better already" I sighed, my dick hard against my stomach as his touch brought me back to sexual life. "Look, you had a lot last night. In fact I don't remember anyone taking as much as you took. In one night I mean. But....well, I think you should think a little bit more about your health. I mean, well, I never fuck without a condom. And everyone else, but me, fucked you without one. I mean it only takes one to infect you and, well with as many as you did, I mean, well you know?" No, I didn't know. I had never thought about sexually transmitted deseases because I reasoned that the people I was having sex with didn't have the in the first place. I mean, girls made boys were condoms when the fucked so they wouldn't have babies, right? I didn't think I had to worry about being pregnant. But I didn't want to piss Tom off so I said yes. "Good, now I've got more than enough and I'm going to give you some and I want you to make use of them." "OK" I said. "Now, I think I know something to take your mind off that awful headache" he continued "roll over here" As I complied he ran his hand up my leg to my half hardon. At first touch it stiffened a little more, and as he bent over and ran his tongue the length of a wave of excitement made me tremble as I caught my breath. "That's more like it" he whispered and took the head between his lips. I was on fire with an overpowering sensation of ecstacy as his lips and tongue stimulated the sensitive area just beneath the head. I moved my hands to his head to encourage him further, and taking the hint, he engulfed my entire penis with his mouth. Pausing, I felt his tongue running the length of the shaft, massaging it as he held his mouth still on it. After a full minute of this, he began moving off, pulling off til just the head was in his mouth and giving the shaft a gentle squeeze with his fingers before sliding them up and down it a few times in a jacking motion as his tongue once again found the sensitive skin beneath the head. I was in total heat now, the headache and all thoughts of the terrible sickness of the day gone. He was carrying me up and away to a sexual cloud somewhere, and I was holding on as he carried me there. By my penis. He increased the pace now, bobbing up and down and taking all my cock in his mouth til I felt the head hit the back of his mouth. The pressure on my cockhead was maddening as it lodged at the entrance to his throat. I couldn't take it any longer, this passive one sided role, and I tried to reach down and find his cock, but his position put it just out of reach. "I...........I want...........let me.........." I half begged as I tired to find his cock. "No, this is to make you forget how you feel" he said, taking my cock from his mouth. "I need it Tom. I want to...........eat you while you eat me." "Sure you're up to it?" he questioned. "I've.......oh, I've never wanted anything more in my life" I admitted. It was true. He was giving me an extreme amount of pleasure and I knew the only thing that I wanted more than having him suck me was to suck him at the same time. Tom complied with my wishes by simply swinging his feet from the floor to rest at the head of the bed. Doing so brought his legs up beside me and I scooted down a bit on the bed to bring my face in line with the zipper on the front of his shorts. Reaching up, I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the zipper down, exposing front of his white briefs. I took hold of the elastic waste band and pulled both shorts and briefs halfway down to his knees. His semi hard cock popped out in my face when I did this. I tried to make my eyes focus as I brought a hand to it. It was, as I have said before, the nicest cock I have ever seen, bar none. Perfectly proportioned. The veins were just starting to enlarge, giving it a textured look like a piece or art rather than a human appendage. I starred at it as I ran my fingers gently over the length of it, pausing to tickle lightly at the underneath side of the head where I knew it was most sensitive. I brought the head down to meet my tongue and flicked along the head, taking care to run it into and around his enlarged piss slit and delighting to find the first drop of pre cum waiting as enticement. No longer able to contain my hunger I took the head between my lips and stretched them over my teeth, careful not let them scrape the skin as the head passed thru the 'O' formed by my lips and into my mouth. I could feel my mouth producing saliva in anticipation. I strained to open my mouth wide enought to accomodate him. I knew from past experience that I could never fit him all inside, but I was content in knowing that I could take enough to make it worthwhile for him. Before I knew it half of his rock hard penis rested in my mouth and the head was just forcing its way past my gag reflex. I brought both hands up to hold the shaft between them and began gently jacking him off as his cockhead lodged firmly in my stretched throat. "mmmmmmfffffff...........ummmmmmm........." I don't know if the sounds came from me or Tom. Or both. It was obvious that we were both into this as we continued to blow each other faster and faster with an urgent need to satisfy and be satisfied. We were connected in an intimacy only cocksuckers know, and we were striving to exploit that intimacy until we relieved each other of the pent up lust and sexual desire that drove us to this coupling in the first place. Mutual oral copulation, or if you like, face fucking. The description didn't matter, only the extreme stimulation of Tom's mouth on my cock while I lavished my new found skills on his. That's what it was all about now. Getting there is half the fun of it, and we were going to take all the time we could in getting there. Tom was nibbling my nuts now as his hand jacked me and I took the hint to do likewise. His ballsack with tight, full of the white, milky liquid that I knew I would soon enjoy as my reward for all this effort. Not that the effort wasn't reward enough, but I knew the ultimate compliment he could give me for my work was to empty himself in me, fulfilling my need to taste his essence, his manhood. And I knew I would take it, hungrily, willingly as the act of accepting his cum was, to me, a compliment to him. It is the ultimate compliment a cocksucker can give, eating the creamy gobs that shot into my mouth like a hungry slut. Tasteing, savoring, and then in a most appreciative act swallowing it down. Letting it fill the emptiness my stomach had become. Digesting his protein rich semen and extracting a measure of him from it. You are what you eat, as they say, or as I've come to think of it, you are who you eat. We were at the brink now, both of us gone back to the other's cock, sucking deeply. Tom had me all the way in, I had nearly three quarters, or at least nine inches of him inside me, his cockhead having slipped into my throat, making breathing difficult. I tried breathing thru my nose as much as possible, but I found even that impossible as the head slid a good three inches down my throat, cutting off the air passage. I pulled him out, gulped a breath of air, and plunged back down. His tongue was driving me wild as he slid it up and down my shaft. "Ummmmmmmmm...........ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....." it was Tom, signalling that he could hold out no longer. Fearing that he would choke me, and knowing that I wouldn't taste his cum as strong if he shot straight down my throat, I pulled back til his cockhead was on my tongue. As I jacked him furiously I felt the first powerful spurt of jism as it shot out of his cock into my waiting mouth. I clamped down with my lips as my mouth filled with the warm gooey liquid and savored the strong taste of it on my tongue. He shot again, and again, and I swallowed once, feeling the warmth slid down my throat as my mouth filled again. I was concentrating so intently on taking Tom's load that my own orgasm crept up on me and I found myself emptying into his mouth in a series of mind wrenching spurts that he took hungrily. We continued to fill and drain each other until there was no more. Drained, we lay in a stupor, gently licking each other clean of the last remnants of love. And, in my case, I think it was just that. Love. I had never felt so strongly about a boy in my whole life. Being with him was heaven to me. "Well, well. Someone sure made a dramatic recovery from the gates of death" Adrian's voice invaded our reverent mode as he strode in the room. "Mmmm hmmmm" I sighed, not even attempting to move. "Mmm hmm" Tom agreed. As he said it he took my cock in his mouth, prompting me to do the same as we mutually decided, without a word between us, that a repeat was in order. to be continued lesli99@hotmail.com