Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 20:46:35 -0500
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay male - Adult-Youth - Young Times Pt 20

Young Times  - Pt 20

Life after conservatory was, to say the least, dull.  It was as if I had
fell from a speeding train into the boringly dull nothingness that was
home.  Nothing would serve to excite and entice me as my two weeks at
conservatory had.

As I looked back on them, and as I look back now, I know that the period of
those two weeks that summer, in all their hedonistic frenzy defined a
turning point of sorts in my life.  I had a considerable amount of sexual
encounters prior to attending and thought I had seen just about everything.
But I tend now to think of that as 'sneak' sex, something I did in the
dark, or in dark places.  Sex that stayed hidden, for obvious reasons, not
talked about.  Furtive sex.  But the, shall I say, organized sex at
conservatory, the super permissive attitude about us and our sexuality, and
just the plain availability of it was something I could only dream about.
Being among so many boys of the same 'sexual persuasion' as me had been one
of the most supportive coming out experiences a boy of my age could have.
had never before, and to be honest seldom after, been in such an
atmosphere.

I sure knew now what the word 'orgy' signified.  At least in the world of
same-sex relations.

So I suppose it was only natural that life at home would come as such a
shock to me.  I was like an animal in a cage.  I knew what I wanted, it was
only a matter of opportunity.  At conservatory what I wanted was always
just next door, or down the hall, or in the moonlight that flooded the
volleyball court during 'beach night' orgies.  Or at practice as my friend
and I kept each other in a constant state of excitement groping each other.
Or, and this really made me want to go back there, as I spread my legs for
Tom and guided his penis to my hole, opening involuntarily as he pushed the
length of it in me.

Ohh...God...would I ever last long enough to get back there?  It was the
only thing on my mind.  It was the only reason I decided to stay the course
with my music.

Band camp was a slap in the face compared to the relatively easy years
past.
  The new director was a rough, tough ex military type, married, and ultra
conservative.  He laid down rules the first day.  Strict rules forbidding
any contact whatsoever between boys and girls.  Strict curfews.  Bed check.
He, his wife, and the chaperones roamed the camp at night looking for
anyone who might try and break those rules.

Two things had brought on this change.  The first was a rash (maybe 3) of
pregnancies which seemed to have had their beginnings at band camp.
Parents were up in arms, the school was embarrassed.  This year would be
different they decided.

The second had to do with the sudden departure of Mr Wade.  Apparently, as
the rumor had it, he had been caught in an embarrassing menage a troi with
two students.  It all started with visits to his apartment, pornographic
pictures, then films, then they engaged in some pretty heavy sex.  One of
the boys, feeling guilty afterwards had admitted all to his parents.  Mr
Wade didn't fight it, how could he, and ended up resigning and leaving
town, all in the same day.

So now band camp was to resemble a gulag.  Strict discipline.  Practice,
eat, sleep, get up and do it all over again.  I had no opportunity to do
anything else, and after my two weeks in sodom and gmorrah, I felt like a
captive.  The only thing I could manage was the occasional jack - off in
the toilets.  I was glad to see it end.

Life at home was the same.  As soon as I returned from band camp I began
hanging out in the park again.  Without Donnie around I was on my own, and
the first thing I noticed was that the atmosphere there had changed during
the four weeks I had been away.  As I would learn later, the police had
clamped down on all the nocturnal activity, busting a few cruisers in the
process.  It wasn't a safe place for picking up men anymore.

Desparate, I tried my other old haunt, the bus station, and was surprised
that the manager didn't challenge me as I walked past the counter and made
my way to the men's room.  I was even more surprised at how empty the place
was as I walked in an checked under the stall doors.  Taking a stall near
the middle of the row, I pulled my shorts down and sat to contemplate the
fate of things in my town.  As I scanned down the graffiti on the stall
wall my eyes locked in on a particularly bold entry just above the glory
hole.  The block letters had been written with a magic marker, the kind
that doesn't rub off.
  There, staring me right in the face was my name, my phone number, and
above them was written '4 BJ CALL'.  Oh my god!  Someone had put that
there, someone who knew me, or knew about me.  There was no mistaking the
message.  And there was no mistaking the fact that it had been written
recently, the ink still shiny on the dull gray wall.

But who?  Donnie?  Stephen?  I couldn't imagine either of them 'outing' me
this way.  No, it had to be someone else.  Some one I had been with?  A
student?  I mean, I was definitely 'semi-outed' at school.  It could have
been anyone at school who heard the rumors about me.  But here?  In a
relatively public place?

Try as I might, I couldn't rub the note off the wall.  The ink was designed
to last for a long time, and I didn't even smudge it with all the frantic
rubbing I did.  No, the only thing to do was mark it out.  But with what?
I didn't have anything with me.  I'd have to come back with a magic marker
and blot this thing out.  I quickly pulled myself together and nearly ran
out the station and the three blocks to the office supply store, returning
as quickly as possible and marking out my name and phone number.  Satisfied
that I had obliterated it enough so no one could read my name or number, I
set about to see if this person had left information about me in any other
stalls.

What I found shocked me.  Above every glory hole in every stall was my
name, number and a note similar to the first one I found.  All in magic
marker, all in the same block letters.  Who ever did this meant to do it up
right.

As I sat in the end stall, just having removed the last note, I heard the
opening and closing of the men's room door and the click of heels as
someone entered.  He moved first to the row of urinals across the room.  I
heard the flush of a urinal, followed by footsteps and the creak of the
stall door next to me opening and closing.  As I peered thru the hole, my
gaze was met by the sight of a mans legs, his trousers pulled down to his
knees, and his semi hard penis gripped firmly in his hand.  It was a
beautiful specimen of manhood, I would estimate at least 8 inches long,
capped with an almost ball like head.
  He was shaking what appeared to be the last remnants of urine from it,
and the motion turned slowly, almost hypnotically into a jack off.  His
hand was holding the monster lightly as his fingers moved back and forth
along the shaft.  After a pump or two I could take no more and, with a
boldness driven by lust, I stuck my finger thru the hole and rubbed it
around the circumference in a clear signal of interest.

At first I thought he was ignoring me as he continued to stroke himself,
and I put my finger thru the hole again, farther and with more animation
this time.  He continued to stroke it, faster and more intently now, as he
slowly turned to face in the direction of the hole and my finger as it
stuck desparately thru now.  I pulled it out and leaned closer, raising up
from the toilet seat now to get a better look at the object of my desire.
No matter how interested I was, he continued to hold it back from me, not
moving an inch closer to the hole.  I knew he was looking at the hole too,
or at least I was sure of it.  Or at least I thought so.  In utter
desparation I pressed my open mouth against the glory hole, extending my
tongue as far thru the as it would go, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted
him to do with his cock.

"You wanna suck this?" came the voice, muffled by the fact that he was
speaking directly into the wall.

"Yes" I replied thru the hole.  Oh, did I ever.  I could think of nothing
else than having his man meat in my hot warm mouth, coaxing his lovejuice
up from his balls til he erupted in my mouth.  I hadn't had the delicious
taste of jism in my mouth in a month now and there were times when I feared
I might go straight if I didn't get it soon.  I needn't have worried, I was
as queer as ever, and the excitement I felt now only proved it.

"Whadda want to do?"  he asked, teasingly.  Come on now.  You know exactly
what I want to do.

"Suck it.  Suck you off" I said as clearly as I could thru the confines of
the hole.

"Suck me off?  You like cock?  You like cum?  You want my cum?"  he was
driving me wild with this.  Caution went completely to the wind.

"Yes" I replied, not hesitating at all "I want to suck you off and eat your
cum."  I put it as clearly as possible.

"Let me come over there.  Open your door" and with that he turned from the
hole, unlatched his door, pushed on the door to my stall just as I
unlatched it.  I sat there, expectantly, waiting for him.

"My....my god.  Leslie?"  he stood there in the open doorway, his mouth
agape and his rock hard cock in his hand.

"Mr Johnson!"  it was my third period study hall teacher.  My god.  A
teacher had caught me.  My face was blood red with embarrassment and fright
at the sight of him.  How had this gone so terribly wrong?

"Oh..." he searched for his words now, obviously just as embarrassed to be
in this situation as I was.

"I...I...." I stammered, completely frazzled now.

Mr Johnson recovered quickly and stepped into the stall, latching the door
behind him.  His cock had shriveled to the size of mine now, which wasn't
very big given the situation.  He looked down at me as I stared up at him,
unsure of what to do next.  He gave a nervous laugh which helped a little,
but we were still shocked at being here together.

"Mmmm...." he began, a little more collected now "I heard....I mean, you
know, stories.  Rumors.  But I just didn't expect...you know?"  He had
heard about me.  Well, most people at school had.  I guess I wasn't
surprised.  "And....well, I saw your notes in the stalls, but I had no
idea....I mean that it was you over here."  he was sounding more collected,
more confident of himself now.  My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his
cock and I noticed it had regained a little life now.  He was still holding
it in his hand.

"The notes......I mean...well, oh."  I tried to calm down myself, but it
was difficult.  I tried to think up an explanation for the notes, but
having his cock exposed like that, well that held my gaze and attention
now.

"Yes, the notes.  Well, I started to call you but thought better of it.  I
mean, it's your home phone isn't it?  And your parents?"

"No.  No, they don't know.  But they don't listen to my calls....."  Jeez,
it sounded like I put the notes there.  Like I wanted men to call me for
blowjobs.  Try as I might, I couldn't get back to the fact that I didn't
put them there.  That someone else did.

"Oh.  Well, that's good" he was still staring down at me and I was still
staring at his cock, watching his hand begin to slowly resume the gentle
jacking.  He seemed beyond the shock now, and his cock was quickly getting
back to it's former length as he talked.  "Ummm, well, uh....so you..?"
his voice trailed off suggestively.

"Umhuh" I admitted.  I guessed we were past the embarassing part.  I
guessed we were ready for the next part.

"And....well, it would be our secret, right?"

"Umhuh"

"And you like to.....to, I mean, to suck dick?"

"Umhuh" a little more enthusiastically now.  His cock was fully hard now,
straining at the confines of his fist.  I would imagine it was longing to
be in the warm wet place I had in mind for it, and I felt the saliva
flowing in there.

"And..."  but I didn't let him finish.  I was tired of all the talk.  I had
to make it clear to Mr Johnson what I was willing to do.  Now.  In this
stall.

"Mr Johnson, I'll suck your dick.  I'll make you feel good.  I'll suck you
off...and..eat your cum" there, it was out.  Nothing left to the
imagination.  He knew what I wanted.
  What I would do.  Now.

"Oh yes.  Do it" he gasped as he lurched forward and put the tip of his
dick at my mouth.  I opened my lips instinctively and took the engored head
inside, letting my tongue roll around the circle of loose skin just behind
the head.

Ohhhhhhh...his manly aroma filled my nostrils with the most tantalizing
sensation in weeks.  I moved my tongue to the underneath side of his shaft
as I took at least half of his 8 inches into my mouth, opening wide to let
him push the head to the edge of my throat.  I clamped my lips down on it
and pulled my head back, leaving a slimey streak of saliva down it's length
as lubricant.  Slowly I moved forward again, pushing his cockhead into my
throat as I smoothly took three quarters of his length inside.  I felt him
push forward as his dick slipped even further down my accomodating throat.

"Ahhhhhhh...." he sighed as I brought the fingers of my right hand up to
fondle his swollen balls.  They were huge, and packed with what I knew had
to be a pint of the warm salty ejaculate I so longed for.  I could taste
the slimey, clear precum as it mixed with my saliva and turned my mouth
into a hot fuck hole.

"You.....you like my balls?"  he whispered.

"Umffhummff" I replied as best I could.  It was a grunt.  Nothing more.  My
mouth and throat were so filled now that I couldn't possibly speak.  But he
knew what I meant, and he pulled his cock from my mouth and held it against
his stomach and I licked down the shaft to the base and below to his
nutsack.  He was hairy down there.  Delightfully so, and I licked them all
over, from the base of his cock to the underneath side of his sack, growing
more and more high on the tangy, slightly pungent aroma of perspiration
down there.  I don't know if it was the warm weather or just the excitement
of me fellating him, but he smelled and tasted of salt sweat.  I nearly
swooned as my tongue bathed him there.

"Suck...suck..suck my balls" he instructed.  I didn't hesitate.  I
couldn't.  He could have asked me to do anything and I would be powerless
to resist.  He had me completely under his control now, and I passivley
obeyed any and every command.  Only his nutsack was so swollen that I
couldn't get just one ball in my mouth, and I definitely couldn't get both
in.  Instead I kissed and sucked at them, occasionally letting my tongue
flick out to lap at the tight skin.  It felt good to be down here again, it
had been a too long since the constant sex of conservatory, and I was
making up for it now as best I could.

The depraved days and nights of conservatory came rushing back to me as I
slid off the toilette and sank to my knees in front of him, my head tilted
back so it fit between his legs.  He spread slightly to accommodate me and
I ran my tongue underneath his ballsac and onto the smoother skin between
it and his ass crack.  I reached up with both hands and spread his cheeks
apart as my tongue continued it's exploration of this new and exciting part
of a man.  The tip soon found what it was looking for as it brushed lightly
across the tight pucker of his rectum and I tasted the sharp, strong
manliness of him.

He was clean there, but it wouldn't have made any difference, really.  I
was so given up to the role of satisfying him that I would have eaten his
shit if he asked me too.  I'm sure the depravity of what I had done with
those two boys at conservatory had crossed the bounds of decency, of self
esteem.  And now it didn't matter.  I was his.  Completely.  To be used or
abused, I didn't care.  The only thing that mattered was I was giving him
pleasure.  From that, I derived pleasure.  It was a heavenly circle of
giving and enjoying it.

"Oh...yesssssssss..." he moaned as my tongue continued to probe the tight
pucker of his anus.  My saliva lubricated his hole and as my tongue slipped
into the opening I tasted the strong, acrid, unmistakable flavor of his
shit.  It was an overpowering sensation and caused me to shudder with lust
and hunger.  I strained to get my mouth on his hole and my tongue as far up
it as I could.  Above my head his fingers pulled at his rock hard cock.  He
was beating off as I crouched with my tongue in his asshole, my lips glued
to the widening circle of it.

"Oh...suck it..." he instructed, and I immediately brought my head up from
between his legs and licked along the underneath side of his cock.  When I
got to the head, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed him, pausing only to
reposition my hands on his balls.  I squeezed and kneeded them as if to
force his cum out of them and along the inside of his prick to my mouth.  I
bobbed back and forth, alternately taking him down my throat before pausing
and pulling back til I had only his head in my mouth, and then repeating
the whole deepthroat process over.  And over.  And over, til he could stand
it no longer.

"Ahhhhggggggghhhhhhhh......." he moaned as the first strong spurt shot out
of his cock slit and bathed the inside of my mouth with the gooey cream I
craved.  The taste and smell of it was delicious.  I hadn't realized how
much I missed the taste of it til now.  I had so much at conservatory that
I failed to appreciate how much it meant to me.  I could live off this
protein rich semen.  I couldn't get enough.  There was never enough.

But Mr Johnson proved more than I could handle, his strong pulses filling
my mouth to overflowing and his cockhead pistoning more and more in.  It
ran from my lips, down my chin, and strung towards the floor until it's own
weight proved too much, upon which it broke fell on my bare knees.  I
swallowed in desperation, partly to unload my mouth, and partly because I
couldn't breath with all that cum in there.  The feeling of so much cum
sliding down my throat brought on a relexive cough, and even more of it
flew out of my mouth.  I clamped my lips tightly around the shaft now and
concentrated on capturing the rest of his ejaculation in my mouth and
timing my swallows to drain it before it built to overflowing again.

And he kept cumming, emptying the reservoir of his balls.  And I continued
to eat it, just like I had promised him.  And I continued to enjoy the
feeling of a spasming cock filling my mouth as I knelt, submissively, in
front of him.  I began to feel that true happiness for me was somehow
connected to being like this, doing this.  I was aglow in the feelings I've
since come to understand as my joy in providing satisfaction for a man.

In truth, I was his cum receptical.  As the flow of his semen ebbed, I
increased the suction, my cheeks hollowing as I strove to coax every last
drop, every molecule, of gooey reward from his cock.  And a strange thing
happened.  Strange to me at least.  Instead of softening like the others
had, his cock stayed rock hard.  I took this as approval, and began to
slide my lips along the wet shaft again, from the cum drenched head to his
pubic hair.  And as I did, he reached down and put his hands on the back of
my head, pulling and pushing me as his cock alternately appeared and
disappeared into the wet, cum soaked, cavern that my mouth had become.

We kept up that tempo for some time before he stopped, held my head still,
and began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, his cock pumping
in me.  By sheer concentration I held perfectly still as he fucked my
mouth.  It felt good.  His cock sliding in and out and meeting no
resistance except for the ocassional scrape of my teeth along the shaft.
It didn't seem to bother him when that happened, and I was glad of that.  I
had been in this position for a long time now, and my jaw muscles relaxed
from time to time bringing my teeth lightly down on his shaft.  As he
continued to fuck me he went deeper and deeper with each thrust until his
cock was sliding down my throat, meeting little or no resistance.

When he came the second time his cock was all the way in and the head was
at least three inches down my fully dilated throat.  The first spurt went
directly down, causing me to stiffen as I stifled another cough.  As I
tried to relax even more, the second gob went down easier, and as he held
me perfectly still, my nose buried in his pubic hair, he emptied his load
down my throat.  I could feel it sliding down toward my stomach now, and
the feeling was intense as I brought both hands up to squeeze his balls.  I
continued to squeeze them til the spurts died out and all I felt was the
cum oozing out.  I had never sucked anyone off twice.  I had never had a
cock that far in me, and I had never had cum shoot down my throat like that
before.  It was funny, there was no taste, no smell, just the warmth of his
semen as it coated my throat.  I was sure my stomach was full of his man
juice.

"Oh, that was....that was....you were....."  he sighed as he pulled back
and his cock slid out of my mouth.  I wasn't thru with him.  Not just yet,
and I leaned forward slightly to lick his cock head and shaft clean of the
strong smelling semen that remained.  I lovingly lapped it all up, catching
and swirling it around in my mouth, savoring the taste, the smell.  I had
become addicted to this, I knew it.  As much as I enjoyed sucking cock, the
real reward for me was the incredible taste and smell of a man's ejaculate.
Especially when I realized that I had brought him off.  My mouth, my
tongue, my lips had excited him to the point that he ejaculated.  He
couldn't help himself.  In my mouth, his dick had a mind of it's own.

"You give the best blowjob, bar none, that I have ever had."  he
complimented me.

"Ummmmmmm...."  I murmurred, my mouth and tongue still working to clean
him.

"Seriously" he said "you can do that to me all day if you want."

"Umhuh.."  I answered, taking just the head in my mouth again and sucking
out the last remaining drops of his second organism.

"But, seriously, it's just our little secret.  OK?"  he needn't have asked.
I was his completely.  I knew that sex between a student and a teacher, not
to mention male to male sex, was strictly forbidden and could mean big
trouble for him if we were caught.  Add my underage status to that and he
would really be in trouble.  Legally I was still a minor, and the fact that
I was willing, that I had initiated this, didn't mean a thing.  He could be
arrested for.....well, for a lot.  But he didn't have the first thing to
worry about.  Unless we were caught, of course.  I would do whatever he
wanted, whenever he wanted it, and wherever he wanted it.  I knew that.

Mr Johnson was the first in a long line of men that I gave myself
completely up to.

to be continued
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