Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 06:03:21 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: young times part 8

As I look back on it now, I approached my 'outing' with a certain mixture
of fear and fascination.  Fear of what it meant that my classmates would
know my secret.  How would they react?  How would I be looked on now that
they knew the truth about my sexual orientation?  How would I be treated?
From my experiences in the shower room last year, I expected the worst.

Fascination?  Yes, I was fascinated at the prospect of having everyone
know.
  I know it sounds crazy, but I was beginning to feel somewhat comfortable
with my role.  As mean as it sounded, 'queer' didn't bother me as much as
it had last year.  I don't know if it was the band camp experience with
Donnie and Stephen that put me in that frame of mind, but I do know that
the mere mention of the word didn't turn me off anymore.  Just the
opposite, it seemed to awaken a kind of heat inside me.  I knew the world
was full of queers, and knowing that I wasn't alone in my thoughts, my
wants, gave me a heretofore unknown feeling of identity.

I did a lot of thinking about it now.  I had accepted the fact that I was
queer some months ago, and now I suppose I was just going thru the rest of
the experience, that is, admitting it to the world.

I hid it from my parents, of course, no reason to make life hell at home.
I was assuming that it would be hell at school.

But the fact was that I did want to admit it to someone.  Someone other
than Donnie and Stephen.  And if I was outed at school, well, people could
think what they wanted without me doing anything about it.

Of course, there was no real guarantee that I would be outed at all.  I
mean would Mitch admit what had happened?  I doubted it.  The prevailing
thought among most kids was 'queers do it to queers' meaning that if Mitch
admitted that he 'let' me suck his cock, then he would be admitting that he
was queer too.  It was another example of the ludicrous way people thought.
But, in the end, it would save me more than it would hurt me.  No, the
little world I lived in was not ready for the reality of life.  At least
not at this point.

The next days at school were no different, at least that I could tell, than
any others.  No one approached, or reproached me about what I had done.
Mitch, if he told anyone at all, hadn't broadcast it.  It was 'our' little
secret I guessed, but since I didn't talk to him I didn't know for sure.

I went to the park the next night, but no one was there.  Except for a
creepy looking old man sitting on a park bench on the far side of the lake
there was no one there the entire hour I spent an hour waiting.  I suppose
the basketball was just a ruse to get me there the night before.  But to be
sure, I went to the park every night that week.  All with the same results.
It wasn't until Friday that Mitch approached me again.

"Shoot some hoops tonight?" he asked, pausing at my locker before first
period bell.  He startled me but I quickly recovered.

"Yeah.  Sure.  What time?"

"Same time.  Same place?"  What did he mean?

"The basketball court, right?"

"Yeah, well.maybe you could just meet me in the restroom.  I mean, I don't
want anyone seeing us going in together.  You know, might give them the
wrong idea."

No dufass, it would give them the right idea, they would know what we were
doing.  Right?  No, I could be sure 'our' secret was safe with Mitch.  He
didn't want anyone knowing what we were doing, which meant he wouldn't tell
anyone about it.

"Yeah, sure" I said "see you there."  Would I ever!  The day fairly dragged
by for me, my mind already conjuring up the coming meeting.  If I had any
further doubts about myself, they were quickly put aside as I found myself
looking forward to this more than anything else.

It being Friday and all, I had to tell Donnie.  We were supposed to hang
out tonight, and I had to tell him that I would be busy at 7pm.

"Doing what?" he as I explained.

"I'll tell you later" was all I would offer.  He looked confused, but
didn't press the point.  I felt bad not telling him, but I really didn't
want to have to explain.  I would later, in great detail, but now I felt
more comfortable keeping Mitch and my secret from the world.

Mitch was already in the restroom when I arrived, standing at the urinal
pretending to pee.  There were 4 black kids playing ball on the court, but
they didn't seem to notice me as I walked across the park and went into the
restroom.  I was greeted by the same smell of stale urine as I walked thru
the door.

"Hi" I said to Mitch's back as he stood at the urinal.

"Yeah, hi" he replied "I...I don't know if it's safe, those black kids out
there I mean.  I don't want to be caught."

"Oh, them.  They're busy playing, looked pretty intense to me.  I don't
think they'll bother us."  I lied, I was just as scared of being caught by
them as Mitch was, but at this point I wasn't about to give up the prize I
had spent all day thinking about.  Fear was pushed to the back of my mind
as Mitch turned around and I got a look at his half hard cock, wet with the
last drops of pee as he shook it off.

"OK" he said, moving quickly to one of the stalls "but hurry up, I don't
want to get caught."

I sat on the urinal facing him and reached out to touch his penis.  It
stiffened as my fingers played along the underneath side of the shaft.  I
found myself captivated by the sight of his fully erect cock and continued
to run my fingers along it til they reached the junction with his ballsack.
I took his sack in the palm of my hand and his sharp intake of breath
alerted me to the fact that I had, inadvertently, discovered one of Mitches
hot buttons.  I squeezed them gently in my hand, feeling the hairy sack
contract and then swell under the pressure.  Mitch was standing absolutely
still now, his breathing shallow, his eyes closed as I brought my other
hand up and let my fingers encircle the shaft.  I began jacking him slowly,
alternately squeezing then relaxing my grip on his balls.  I was on fire
now, my dick straining in my underwear, my eyes beginning to glaze over
with excitement.  My breath was coming in shallow draws now too.

"Hurry up" his voice broke the reverie, and he thrust forward til his cock
was at my lips.  I opened my lips, my teeth, and stretched my jaw muscles
in anticipation of the prize before me.  He slipped in as I moved my hand
to the base of his cock shaft and felt the head on my tongue.  As my lips
closed around it, Mitch let out a low moan of pleasure.

All the waiting, all the frustration of the four days melted away in this
one moment of truth.  It was as if I had to pay the price of waiting to be
able to really appreciate the wonder of it when it came.  Here we were in
this dirty, smelling restroom with the sound of basketball being played not
50 feet away, hardly a romantic or appropriate setting for the feelings
that had overcome me now.  But it didn't matter, I told myself, nothing
else mattered at all except for this wonderful cock pushing into the back
of my mouth and finally into my throat.  It, this, was the only thing in
the world for me now, and I was going to make sure it was the only thing in
the world for Mitch too.

I applied all my meager talents to the task at hand.  I put myself
completely into the act of making Mitch feel good.  I wanted him to want it
as much as I wanted it, and I concentrated on doing just that.  I sucked
him deep, I massaged his ball sack, I ran my fingers softly down the front
of his thighs to heighten his pleasure.  And, finally, in a moment of sheer
passion on my part, I took my mouth off his cock and let my lips trace
along the underneath side til they reached his ball sack.  Hesitating only
slightly to take in the heavenly smell of him there, I let my tongue flick
out and licked first one, then the other ball.  He shuttered with
excitement as my tongue worked on him.

"Suck my balls" he moaned.

I didn't need encouragement at this point, and my mouth opened on reflex as
I stuffed the first one inside with the tips of my fingers.  It tasted
musky, a little like sweat, and the it set my taste buds alive again.  I
sucked it deep, until I had at least half of his ball sack in my mouth,
then let it slip out, then took it again.  It occurred to me that I was
giving his ball a blow job now, and I released it and took the other in.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh" he was moaning as I continued to suck and munch him.  His
hand replaced mine on his dick and he began jacking it as I sucked his
balls.  Apparently it really turned him on, and I made a mental note that
this was something Donnie and I would have to try.  It certainly made for a
challenge as I tried to keep my face out of the way of his pistoning hand
on the downstroke.  I timed my sucking to have his ball completely in my
mouth, my lips stretched wide to take in all the skin I could, as his hand
was at the head.  When his hand was back to the base, my lips were just
touching his ballsack, barely out of the way.  We cooperated in this
fashion until he finally tensed and I felt a warm wetness on my neck and
then the side of my face.  He had shot his load on me as my clenched teeth
held tight to his balls.

"Ahhhh..oh...ahhhh" he moaned out loud as he continued to spew his hot load
on the side of my face and I felt some of it puddle in my ear.  He kept up
the jacking, although the intensity of it, and the size of each gush
diminished quickly.  My face was covered in rivulets of cum and gravity
caused them to run down to my jaw.

Mitch finished by wiping his wet cock and sticky fingers across my face,
cleaning himself on me.  It turned me on as much as the blow job had.  He
zipped up and made for the door, fairly running into two black boys as he
darted out the door and across the park.  They looked after him, briefly,
and I took the time to get up from the commode seat and slip to the sink.
The sight that greeted me in the mirror over the sink was one of pure
decadence, cum was spattered all over my face, my ear, and into my hair.  I
turned on the water and started to wash it from me as the two boys made
their way to the urinals, eyeing me as they crossed the room.

"Smells like fucking cum in here" on of them exclaimed and I could tell
they were looking at me.  Their eyes burned into the back of my head as I
continued to wash Mitch's jism from my face.  I didn't respond, hoping to
get washed up and out of their before anything else happened.

"Somebody been jerkin off" the other one chimed in. How could they smell
the cum over the rancid smell of urine?  It must have been really strong on
me.  Or they were just guessing.

"Or suckin dick" the first one replied "queers be hangin out this place.
What bout you, white boy?  You and your friend been doin the dirty in
here?"

"I...I have to go" I mumbled as I made my way to the door and my eventual
escape.

"Well, you come on back now, hear?  Might have a big black cock fo you."  I
was out the door now, not looking back, not thinking of anything but
getting away from there.

"Yeah, anytime queer boy" he laughed as I walked quickly away from the
building.  I was scared, petrified almost, at these boys.  I didn't know
what they would do to me, and taking no chances, I ran across the park, to
the street all the way home.

I took care to wash better in my bathroom, getting all the remnants of
Mitch's orgasm off my face and hair.  Then I called Donnie and invited
myself to his house.  His parents were at home, but Donnie and I had the
basement family room to ourselves, and we planned to hang out there this
evening, watching TV and munching on snacks.

I confessed everything to Donnie, who listened in rapt silence to the
details.  I even told him about the black boys, and something strange
happened in the telling.  It didn't sound so bad as I related the events to
him.  As a matter of fact, I got sort of a strange sexual rush as I
repeated what they had said to me.

"Gosh" he said "do you think they were serious?  I mean do you think they
actually wanted a blow job?"

"I don't know, but it sure didn't seem to embarass them to talk about it.
It came right out, like they did that all the time."  We agreed that it was
strange that they would make that offer to me, but at the same time both of
us also agreed that they could be setting me up.  It could turn dirty, or
dangerous, or both.  We agreed not to go there if we saw them again.

The subject had us both horny, a natural reaction for two teenagers I
guess, and since Donnie's parents spent the evening watching TV upstairs,
we were able to mess around some, always keeping an ear out for any
movement upstairs that might signal his parents coming down stairs.  His
mother called from the top of the steps several times to see if we wanted
anything, but never came down.  By 9 we were both absolutely hot, having
alternated sucking each other to the brink a number of times.

"Why don't you spend the night?" Donnie suggested, and after checking with
his mother and calling my parents it was agreed that I could sleep over.
We waited until his parents were asleep before turning in ourselves, opting
to spread sleeping bags in the family room floor on the pretense of
watching TV late into the night.  We were sleeping in our underwear, which
promptly ended up in the floor and we 69'd on his couch awhile before I
finally rolled on my stomach and let him fuck me.  It only took three or
four strokes before he came off in me and we switched positions and I blew
my pent up load into his ass.  It was a wonderful night, we both managed to
get each other off three times before climbing into our sleeping bags and
drifting of to a dream filled sleep.

Saturday dawned bright and early, and since Donnie and his family were
visiting his grandparents, I drug myself home and did practically nothing
the whole day.  I spent most of the day thinking about the two black boys
who had been in the restroom at the park on Friday.  They were older than
me, I would guess ether senior high, or maybe even graduates.  I couldn't
get over their boldness, I mean the way they talked.  Were they serious?
Or were they just joking?  If I went back there would they really do what
they said, let me suck them, or would they beat me up?  I was still hot
from last night at Donnie's, even though I had cum four times.  Something
kept nagging at me and I couldn't get those boys out of my mind.

The prospect of sex tends, to this day, to cloud my judgement sometimes.
There was certainly enough doubt to make me stay away from them, but I
found myself rationalizing the situation and by the end of the day I was
convinced that I should at least check it out.  I mean, if they were
serious they would have to give a sign wouldn't they?  And if they didn't,
I could always just walk away, the way I did yesterday.

No, I was convinced I could tell the difference, and I was convinced that I
could handle the situation, either way.  Besides, they might not even be
there today.

I saw them on the court as soon as I walked into the park, only two of them
this time, but I was sure it was the same two.  I walked to the restroom,
trying not to look at them as I did.  Maybe they hadn't seen me.  I busied
myself, prentending to wash my hands at the sink.  I waited a good five
minutes but they didn't show, so I walked to the door, standing just inside
so I could see them.  And they could see me.  I sort of hoped they
wouldn't, but more they would.  Not knowing what else to do, I went to one
of the stalls and sat down.  After another unproductive five minutes I was
ready to head home, chalking this up to my imagination.  As I came out of
the stall I noticed them in the doorway.

"Looky here, it's the sissy" the taller of the two spoke first.  He must
have been 6 feet tall, and built really well, his muscled arms sticking out
of a loose fitting Chicago Bulls jersey.  His legs were muscular too.  The
other one was probably 5 foot 10, and slender.  Both wore their hair short,
like a crew cut.

"Whatca here for boy?" the shorter one asked in a tone that sent chills
down my spine.  It really sounded like a set up, like they were going to
beat me up.  I shouldn't have jumped to such a quick conclusion, but I did.

I was speechless, the confidence that I had when I came to the park
completely gone.  I tried to excuse myself, but the words wouldn't come
out.  I tried to move to the doorway, but my legs wouldn't propel me, and I
stood, seemingly dumfounded, and tried not to meet their eyes.

"I bet I know whatca want, don't I boy?"  The tall one spoke again, his
voice taking on an almost evil tone with me.  "I betcha I know whatca need,
huh?"

"I...I....uh" was all that came from my mouth.  Nothing registered in my
mind now but fear.

"Betcha want some meat, huh boy?  Betcha want some black cock to suck on,
now doncha?  Betcha been wonderin what black meat tastes like."  Something
about his tone of voice had changed, no longer menacing, in fact it was
strangely inviting.  Even though I was still scared, I was more fascinated
than anything.  He was making an offer, right?  I mean, he had broached the
subject and now he was confirming that, just maybe, they were here for the
same thing I was.  This might not be so bad.  I mean, I had no idea what
all they would do to me, but the prospect of sucking their cocks was
certainly something I understood.

"Uh....well....." my speech was coming back.  Barely.  But the tone of my
voice must have sealed my fate.

"Sure ya do.  You white queer boys like black meat.  I know that.  And
Clyde and me, well we got just whatcha need, doan we Clyde?"  They both
snickered at the question.

"I wants me some white faggot ass" the shorter one replied "betcha you got
a tight ass, huh boy?"

"I...uh...well" I was trying to speak, but the words still weren't coming
out.

"Comeir boy, go down on dis" the taller one said, pulling the front of his
shorts down to expose the first black dick I had ever seen.  It was huge,
remember I hadn't had that many in my short career, at least 8 inches of
dark brown cock, ending in a large, almost pinkish head.  His piss slit
looked larger than my whole mouth, and I stood, fascinated at the sight.

"I say, go down on it" he said, almost irritated.  The shorter one grabbed
me by the arm and thrust me at him and I almost lost my balance as the tall
one forced me to my knees in front of him.  The cock was at eye level now
and it looked even bigger up close.  He wasn't completely hard, and he
grabbed hold of himself and pointed it toward my mouth.  My first,
involuntary reaction was to open my mouth and bring his monster to my lips.
The smell was overpoweringly manful, a mixture of musk and sweat and I
recoiled slightly at the taste of him on my tongue.  Taking another deep
breath, I plunged forward and before I knew it the monster head was inside
my mouth, my lips stretched to their limits to accomodate him.

"Watch yo teeth whitey" he instructed "you bite me and I hurt you,
understand?"

"Umm huh" I grunted, my mouth full of cock.  I concentrated on trying to
keep my jaws open wide enough that my teeth wouldn't touch it, but it was
so big that I doubted if I would be able to keep that up.  He was trying to
thrust inside me now, but I wasn't able to take it all in, and I backed
away slightly, bringing my hand up to grasp the shaft and keep him from
choking me.  With my hand between my face and his pubic hair, I could just
manage to get the rest inside, as my mouth slowly stretched and got use to
the massive invader.  I used my hand to jack him off as I used my tongue to
stimulate the sensitive area on the underneath side of the head.

"Oh yeah, suck it baby" he exclaimed, pulling my head to him.  I was
warming to it now, and I managed to fit even more of the monster in my
mouth.  His shaft was wet with my saliva which helped somewhat.  As I
pulled back I felt a long string of spittle stretch from my lips and run
down my arm.  I thought it was cum at first, but then I realized that I was
salivating profusely, no doubt because of the fact that my mouth was
completely full and there was no place for it to go except to leak out.

"Suck it, suck my cock bitch" he encouraged.  And I did just that, I sucked
his cock, or more precisely I sucked on his cock.  Taking him all inside
was just not in the cards.

The shorter one pulled me to my feet.  I jackknifed at the waist to keep my
head in the proper position to keep his cock in my mouth.  He pulled my
shorts and underwear down around my ankles, exposing my butt to him.  I
knew what was coming next, but to be honest I was still concentrating on
the marvelous piece of manmeat in my mouth.

"He like it in the mouth, he damn sure gonna like it in the ass" he said,
and I felt his fingers spreading my cheeks, searching for my hole.
"Gotdamn, just like pussy" he exclaimed as his finger probed my tight pink
pucker.  I thought I was going to swoon from the pleasure I felt as it
jabbed in me.  I tried to relax my muscles, but the quickness of his thrust
caught me off guard and hurt.  Not taking the hint, he continued to push
inside me, forcing til the whole length of it was in.  He held it there for
a minute, allowing me to adjust and relax.  As soon as he felt my sphincter
relax, he withdrew and I immediately felt the pressure of his cock head
pressing against it.  I pushed back, able to relax the muscle even further
as he kept pressing until the head parted the lips of my hole and began
stretching the sphincter.

Now it hurt, and it hurt bad.  I involuntarily clamped down on the cock in
my mouth, my teeth nicking it and provoking a slap in the face.

"I said watch them teeth faggot." he shouted.  I tried to concentrate on
the blow job, but the pain in my ass was too overpowering.  Tears welled up
in my eyes as the pain grew unbearable.

"Please" I begged, taking his cock from my mouth.

"Please what, bitch?" he said, slapping my face again.

"Please....it...oh....it hurts" I gasped, tears running down my face now.

"Big black cock hurt yo white pussy, huh boy?" he laughed.

"Ooh...ooh...yes, it hurts.  Please....."

"Shut up boy" he said, slapping me again "shut up and take that dick up yo
ass.  Fuck da white bitch good Clyde."

"White bitch boy like da fuckin, huh?" Clyde said, pushing even harder
against my straining ass muscles.  He was way inside me now, stretching my
muscles til I thought they would tear from the size of him.  The pain was
still unbearable and I could hardly stand up.  I just wanted him out of me.

And then he touched me.  Not like I had ever been touched before.  He
touched me deep inside, the head of his cock pushing, then sliding across
something deep in my bowels, a feeling I had never felt before.  I had only
been fucked a few times, never like this.  He was farther inside me, I was
stretched farther than ever before, and when his cock reached whatever it
reached, the pain was replaced by something I had never felt before.  A
yearning, a desire to have him there, to have the feeling go on and on.  It
was one of the best feelings I could ever remember.  I was being truely
fucked now, opening myself to accept every inch of his wonderful cock.

And he fucked me.  It was a fucking like I had never had before.  It
touched me, it moved me. And it made me want to be fucked like that
forever.  I couldn't get enough, pushing back, straining to take all of him
and hold it inside me.  I grunted and moaned, my mouth now full of the
other cock again, sucking and slurping on it for dear life.

"Yeah, da white bitch like to get fucked.  Like it in both ends, huh
bitch?"

"Ummmm...ummmm" was all I could manage to get out, my mouth stuffed with
delicious meat.

"Gotdamn, one hot, hot little bitch boy" Clyde moaned "He takin it
all...damn, da queer takin it all."

"Ahh" the one in my mouth moaned, urgently "I gonna bust a nut in his
mouth....ahhhhhhh" and his cock gushed it's load in my mouth with such
force it nearly choked me.  I tried to hold it, but there was just too
much.  As I choked and gagged, he shot even more of the gooey cream in me
and I had no choice but to let most of it escape around my lips.  Thick
strings of cum, mixed with my saliva stretched from my lips to my chin, and
toward the floor before snapping of their own weight and dropping down the
front of my tee shirt.  I concentrated on the next spurt and succeeded in
holding it in my mouth, only to have it pumped down my throat by the piston
action of his cock sliding in and out.  I swallowed as fast as I could, and
didn't lose any more.  I could feel the thick liquid as it slid from my
mouth to my throat and made its way to my stomach.  It was hot, strong, and
salty tasting all at the same time and I remember thinking at the time that
I had never, ever, tasted anything so strong.

As I was draining his cock, Clyde was furiously pounding my ass, the pain
completely replaced by pleasure.  I couldn't get enough of it back there,
the walls of my anus clinging to his dick.

"Ahhhh" the tall one moaned "bitch done ate my load....ahhh...oh, suck it
bitch.  Get it all out.  Eat all my cum."

The ejaculation had slowed to a dribble now, and I gently sucked the
remaining drops out.

"Ahhh.....oooooooh" Clyde moaned, signalling his climax, and I felt the
first strong spurts of his semen as he filled my bowels, the cum
lubricating and soothing my poor stretched cavity.  I counted four strong
warm spurts as he climaxed in me, and I felt as if my insides would burst
as he pumped me full.  With another six or eight slow strokes, he pulled
out.  My hole felt as if it were stretched ten times the normal size, and
the inrush of cool air, mixed with the hot semen inside, drove me over the
edge.  I was beside myself, not really hearing or seeing anything, only
feeling the wonderful feeling of being completely filled, both ends, with
hot cum.

"Clean my cock, bitch" Clyde instructed as he thrust his wet meat in my
face.  The smell of my bowels and his cum was overpowering and I eagerly
devoured it, stretching my mouth to accept it all.  I ran my tongue around
the head to clean all of the delicious mixture off it.  The taste was
heavenly, I have never tasted anything so wonderful as the spent sex I
tasted that day.

"Bitch, you like that doan you?" the tall one asked as both he and Clyde
pulled up their shorts.

"Yes....I....yes" I whispered, completely honest.  I couldn't deny it, even
the initial pain, I had enjoyed it all.  I had never been in a situation
like this before, but I knew that I wanted to do more of this.  I wanted to
suck and be fucked at the same time.  And black cock really turned me on.
And these boys really knew how to use what they had.

"We catch you here agin, you goan get the same thang, understand?  You goan
get yo white ass fucked and you goan suck ma cock.  Understand?"

"Yes" I replied.  I couldn't think of anything I would like better than to
have these two do me again.

"He be here gin" Clyde said "dat bitch like da fuckin, doan you bitch?"
God, if he only knew how much I liked it.

"Yes" my voice was low.

"Den say it, faggot, I can't hear you?"

"I like the fucking" I said slowly.

"An you like to suck cock too, doan you?"

"Yes, I like to suck cock."  I would admit anything they wanted now.

"Well you be a cock sucking white slut bitch boy den."  It sounded like an
apt description of what I felt like.  I nodded my head in affirmation.

"Say it den."

"I'm a cock sucking white slut bitch boy" I repeated, the words, the
admission set my mind on fire.

"An you tell anybody bout dis and I mess you up bitch, you understand?"

"Yes" I whisphered.

"Any mo at home like you boy?"  I understood completely.

"Ummm..maybe one" I admitted.

"Den you bring dat bitch round here and we take care of him too,
understand?"  I wasn't sure Donnie would go for this, but I had an idea
that he might.

"I'll ask."

"You do dat.  Now get yo pretty white ass outta here fo somebody catch us."
They were already at the door, leaving me to pull my shorts back up and
stumble home on my own.  They were back shooting hoops as I made my way
across the park, joking and laughing.  The cum had started to ooze out of
my stretched hole.  I couldn't stop it, my muscles were too stretched and
sore to tighten.  I could feel the lips of my hole rubbing together as I
walked, and the smell of cum was strong on my breath.

Yes, I knew I would be back.

to be continued

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