Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 18:28:59 EDT From: lesli 99 Subject: YoungTimes Parts 3 - Youth/Adult Story Young Times Part III They didn't keep the secret, of course, the upperclassmen or someone spread the story around band camp the next day, and by the time we were all on the bus headed home, almost everyone knew about it. Oh, not their names, who they were - of course - but me, everyone knew what I had done in the woods that night. I could hear snippets of conversation as we rode along, and my ears especially picked up on key words I knew referred to me. Mary, queer, faggot,sissy, sucker, and the like punctuated conversations I knew were about me. I was mortified, and I sat in silence, starring out the bus window at the passing scenery, not seeing it, just starring as we rode along. Mercifully the ride ended and I escaped to my waiting parents, answering all their dumb questions about camp and fun and other nonsense. I had escaped. By the start of school term it was obvious that I had been outed. My friends, oddly enough, were curious about it, but I wasn't ready to discuss it. Not just yet. It had been a private thing, as far as I was concerned, and I didn't talk about it. Not even to answer their questions. Life for me was in a curious holding pattern, and I was waiting to see what happened next. Eighth grade, junior high, was a dizzy blur as we checked class schedules, lockers, gym classes, and band. The next week was filled with forms and new things to discover. It was hectic, but we would grow used to it. At least we weren't in high school, although the two schools shared the same parking lots. Our school was removed from high school by those lots, and although we could see the high school students as they walked from their cars to the buildings, we had no contact with them. None other, that is, except for shared buses. Seniors mostly drove cars to school, and I was spared having to confront any of the three who had taken me into the woods that night. Even during band, our junior high band didn't practice with the high school band, so I didn't have to worry about meeting them at school. Home was a different manner, and the phone calls started the second week of school. I was in my room doing my homework when my mother called up that I had a phone call. Taking it in my room, my caller waited for the telltale click of my mother hanging up before speaking. "Leslie?" the voice on the other end asked. "Yes, this is he" I answered. "This is...Scott" the name didn't ring a bell, and my silence must have given away my ignorance. "Scott, you know from band camp.." still no bells going off in my mind. "From the woods..you know?" I knew. He was one of the three. I didn't know which one, but definitely one of the three. "Uhhh...which one?" I stammered, my face red with embarrassment. "The last..uh, the third one" and now the memories came flooding back. Scott, the third one, the one who had treated me nice. He had been gentle. I had fond memories of all of them, but Scott was the nicest to me. "Oh..uh.hi" I responded meekly. I wondered what he was thinking about, why he had called. Certainly he was thinking back on the incident now, remembering what I had given him. "Hi..uhh.listen.I, uh I wondered if you wanted to go for a ride, you know, just get out of the house for a while and take a ride." I think I knew exactly what he meant, and my heart raced at the thought. At least I hoped he meant what I thought. Maybe I should make sure. "Uh, sure, I mean, yeah. Where too?" "Uh, you know, just around." That was good enough for me, I was sure I knew what he meant by 'around'. "Sure" I said "uh where should I meet you. I mean, would you pick me up, or what?" "Uh, well...maybe you can meet me at Pine and Third, you know it's just a few blocks behind where you live." I knew where it was. It was deeper in my neighborhood, near the park with the fishpond. "Yeah, sure. When?" "Like, you know, as soon as you can. I can be there in ten minutes." "OK" I agreed, and we hung up. Still flushed with excitement, I informed my mom that I was going out for a while, to a friend's house to help him with his homework. She told me not to be late, and if I was, to be quite when I came in. Perfect. The three blocks fairly flew by and before I knew it, I was approaching the park. It's darker in this part of the neighborhood, and just the occassional car passed me as I walked. Standing by the park entrance, I wondered how long Scott would be. Within five minutes a car approached and pulled in beside where I stood. Scott invited me in, and I slid into the passenger seat of his beat up old Camaro. "Hi" he greeted me. "Hi" I responded, my voice cracking in anticipation of what ever was going to happen. He drove around the darkened streets, the dash lights casting a dim glow over us. He was silent for a while. "So" he began "how long can you stay out?" Making conversation? Or genuinely interested in how long I could stay? "Oh, no particular time, I guess." "Uh.so, do you mind..uh.do you mind where we go?" he asked. I was confused, but I didn't want to let on. What was he up to? "Uh, no, I mean..uh.where did you have in mind." "Someplace..uh.I mean someplace dark, you know, where no one will see us. I mean.." His voice trailed off. "Yeah, sure. Sure. Anyplace is fine with me." I knew exactly what he meant. He didn't want to be seen with me in his car. His reputation I suppose. To me it didn't matter. I knew, or at least I thought I knew, what he wanted me to do, and anyplace was ok with me. "The trashcans?" he asked. I had no idea what or where he was talking about. "Yeah, the trash cans" he repeated. "Where?" I queried. "It's a parking spot. Dark. No one around. I use it with my girlfriend..well I used it with my last girlfriend, to park." "OK" I said. I had no idea where it was, but if that's where he wanted to go, I would gladly go with him. And within another ten minutes we were pulling in the darkened lane, trees and bushes to either side of the car, hiding it, swallowing it up after we had gone not fifty feet. He stopped the car beside five huge trash dumpsters. "As I said, the trash cans." "Oh, yeah." "Uh..uh.how do you want to do it?" he asked, the confident tone of his voice replaced by a questioning one. I think he was just the least embarrassed now. "Uh, I...I mean..however" I replied, again not sure, but almost sure, of what he was asking. "Why don't you just lean over here and..and.suck it" he finally blurted. "OK" I whispered, already moving to position myself so I could get at him. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them to his knees, raising his behind as he slid them over his butt. His thing was sticking straight up. Obviously Scott had been thinking about this for a while and was in a state of excitement. Balancing on my knees in my seat, I stretched across the console and lowered my head to his lap, bracing myself with my outstretched arms on either side of his legs. The heavenly smell of his manliness hit my nostrils on the way down and then my mouth found his hard penis and opened instinctively to take him inside. The head was wet with slime, and it tasted sweet in my mouth as I opened wider to try and take more inside. The angle of attack was conducive to this, and I easily had half of him in my warm mouth before I began slowly bobbing up and down, impaling my face on his rod. I couldn't move my hands to it, so I simply slid it in and out of my mouth, my sucking making him even harder as I did. He was humping up to meet me now, and a strange thing happened. On the downstroke, the tip of his dick pressed against the back of my throat, gagging me briefly, before forcing itself further down my throat. I found that by straining to open my throat muscles, he slid neatly down my throat, and I was delighted to feel his soft pubic hair mashed against my nose. He was completely inside now. I had taken his entire 8 inches inside me, and it fascinated me to no end to be able to do this. Scott was too excited to last long, and before I could really get into it, his warm wet goo was shooting in my mouth. I tried to capture it all, but gravity worked against me and it flowed out between my lips and the shaft, puddling at the base before running slowly down to his ballsack. "Godamnit, you made a mess. Shit, lick it up" he admonished. Swallowing what I could, I pulled his cock from my mouth and began licking at his balls, catching the cum before it made it's way to his seat. It tasted wonderful, strong and acrid, and when I finished I had it all over my face. I plopped down in my seat, wiping the cum from my face with the back of my hand. "I'm...uh, I'm sorry I yelled at you" he began "it's just that this is my brother's car and he has a shit fit if I mess it up." How sweet, he was apologizing at me. Instantly I felt on top of the world. "That's ok" I said softly, genuinely smitten by this show of kindness. I couldn't hold back my feelings any more, and the words just came out "will you call me again?" Oh God, I thought, how fairy can you be. I sat, shaking, for what seemed like an eternity. "Yeah, sure" he answered without hesitation "yeah, that would be great." I was alive with adoration for him now, and as we drove back to the park I kept stealing looks at him in the glow of the dash lights. He was soooooo cute, and the thoughts of what we had just done kept me on the cloud I seemed to be on. An even bigger surprise awaited when he drove me home. Not to the park where no one would see me get out of his car, but home, pulling into my driveway and everything. "Well, bye" I said as I opened the door to leave. "Leslie...uh, thank you. That was good." Oh my God, he actually thanked me. I would have done it a thousand times without any thanks, but he had thanked me for it. I was in love. Puppy love, maybe, but love non the less, and my feet seemed to float over the pavement of the driveway as I made my way inside and up to my room, where I promply stripped naked and masturbated to the vision of Scott. I slept like a baby. Love aside, school came the next day and I was back into the grind of it, classes and all. It was exciting and mind numbing at the same time, but at least the days sped by faster than in summertime. My first great challenge was gym class. For the first two weeks we had health classes and no dressing out for gym. That turned into full blown gym classes the third week and by mid week we were into exercising which carried with it the mandatory showering. I tried to hang back, but my class was so large that it was impossible to escape showering with others. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes were drawn to my fellow classmates as they stood naked in the showers. I was becoming obsessed with the male organ now and found myself starring at them, sizing up each, and wondering what the smelled and tasted like. The thoughts aroused me, and by the second day of showering I was caught outright with a hardon. One of the bigger boys came over to me and hit me in the side of my head, knocking me down, causing the stars to come out as I gropped to stand. He hit me again and I fell on my back this time, my legs splayed out in front of me. "You sissy faggot, stop starring at me or I'll wipe the floor with you" he yelled as he brought his foot down hard to my stomach. I felt like throwing up, the water pounding down upon me. "Hey, stop that" the deep voice boomed out. It was Mr Clay, our gym instructor. He pushed the boy away from me and helped me to my feet. "Both of you, get dressed and in my office, now" he commanded. I struggled to the locker room, gasping for air as the stars began fading in the distance. I dressed and made my way to his office, where I joined the boy in front of Mr Clay's desk, my face still red with embarrassment. "What the hell was going on in there? Don't you know the rules against fighting of any kind?" "He was looking at me, Mr Clay" the bigger boy said "like a faggot or something." "Is that true Leslie?" Mr Clay asked. "I....I...well....I didn't....." I tried to string a sentence together but I was too affected to make sense. "Like a faggot, looking at me down there" the boy tried to interject but was interupted by Mr Clay. "I asked Leslie, now you shut up." "I...didn't...I mean, I wasn't....I didn't mean to." I finally got out. "Wesley, you go. Get on to class. Leslie, I want to talk to you." Uh oh, I was in trouble now. I knew it. The other boy left, and I stood looking at the floor, obviously guilty of the crime of stealing a look at the other boy's thing. "Leslie, let me explain. I know this first experience of showering with others in Jr high can be intimidating for some. I know it may not be what it seems, but you must understand that some people are suspicious, I mean it could be that he's just paranoid, but you have to be careful, especially in the shower, at how you look at others. Now I don't want to hear of this again, ok? Are you alright now, I mean did he hurt you." "No sir, Mr Clay. I didn't mean to be starring. I won't do it again, I promise." "Good, good, now go on to class. And have a great day, ok?" What an asshole, I thought to myself, here I had been beaten up by this bully, and the asshole tells me to have a great day. Hey, here's a thought, do you job asshole and keep bullys like this from making my life hell. Jeez, I was steamed. I kept my distance in the showers from now on, making it a point to stare straight ahead, at the wall, as I quickly showered, and pulling on my underwear immediately after coming out of the shower so there would be no more accidents. Aside from that incident, life at school for me settled down into a pleasant experience. My grades were decent, I enjoyed a few of the classes, and things went along fine. Scott called me from time to time, and we went for night time rides, ending with me giving him what he wanted everytime, and enjoying it immensely. I was becoming practiced at the art of cocksucking, able to bring him off quickly or slowly, depending partly on his mood and partly on the length of time since he had cum last. He began dating Sheryl in October, which cut into our time together at first, but when she held out on him, he always came to me for relief. I decided that I must be better than a hand job, because he admitted that he jerked off less and less since meeting me. I loved him more each time we were together, my first love. My memory of how it all started, the old man in the boarding house, eventually slipped to the back of my mind, replaced by the wonderful times I shared with Scott. He would graduate in the spring and leave town, but I knew we would meet again in life. My friends were still my friends, but many of them remarked at how I had changed over the summer and fall. I didn't admit anything, but the questions, which I just laughed off, kept coming. No one seemed to know for sure, so I left it at that. A haunting mystery, I imagined. Fall streched into winter, then spring and then, before I knew it, summer had arrived. My eighth grade year was behind me as I celebrated my 15th birthday, two days before Scott left for Navy bootcamp. I cried my self to sleep on the night that he left, remembering the wonderful experiences we had together. Summer was rough on me, I masturbated every day, at least once, sometimes more, as I tried to relieve the sexual tension that built up with no apparent release. My salvation was near, but it took me almost the entire summer to find it. When I did, it was so simple that it amazed me. It was a warm August day, just a week before band camp was scheduled to begin, and I had been downtown, shopping for shorts and socks for camp, when the need to deficate hit me. The nearest available public restroom was the Greyhound bus station, so I made my way quickly to the mensroom, taking immediate care of my needs. As I cleaned myself and prepared to go, I noticed a large round hole in the partition, just back of the toilet paper holder. Funny, I hadn't noticed it before, but honestly my mind wasn't on anything but my bowel distress then. As I bent to examine it, I noticed strange white and clear streaks on the partition wall. What in the hell was this, I asked myself, and as I peered thru it, I saw there was a matching hole on the other side. My curiousity aroused, I sat back down on the commode and examined it more closely. The hole had obviously been made with great care, it was about three inches in diameter and the wood had been cut finely. No burrs or splinters, as if it had been cut with a saw, and sandpapered smooth. I still couldn't imagine what it was for, and I was just getting ready to leave when the door to the adjacent stall opened and closed with a click as the latch was fastened. Leaning closer to get a better look, I saw legs, then trousers coming down, and then to my utter surprise, I found that by leaning at a certain angle, I could just glimpse a man's erect penis pointing down at the commode. A stream of yellow pee arched out of it and into the commode, making splashing sounds as he aimed, obviously, at the center of the water. I watched in fascination as he finished, shook the remnants of pee from his penis, and dried it with a piece of toilet paper. Expecting him to put it away again, imagine my surprise as he began to slowly, almost imperceptively let his fingers play along the length of it's thin shaft. His fingers went around the girth of it and he began a very deliberate jacking. I moved to get a better look, shifting on the commode and bringing my eye closer to the hole. As I did this, he turned to face my direction and the head of it pointed straight at me thru the hole. Mezmerized, I found myself drawing even closer to the hole in an effort to see as much of it as I could. He must have taken this as some kind of sign of invitation, because as I sat there, transfixed by the site of it, he brought it even closer to the hole until the head was resting on the wood. The wheels of my mind raced now, and I moved even closer, close enough for him to see some of my face thru the hole. Sure enough, the head pushed thru and extended about two inches on my side of the partition. Unable to control myself, I brought my lips to it, mashing my nose against the hard wooden wall. It tasted sweet, with just the slightest hint of pee as I sucked it gently into my mouth. It seemed to grow, but I suppose he just pushed it farther thru, knowing that an eager mouth would take all he offered, and within a second my mouth was filled with the head. I realized now that I was going to have to do all the work, so I moved my mouth back and forth on it, hollowing my cheeks as I applied what I thought to be just the right amount of suction. He responded by pushing even more of his thin member to me, and before I knew it he was at the back of my mouth and then slightly down my open throat. Wow, even after sticking it thru at least an inch of partition he still had enough cock to fill my throat. I imagined how it would be without the partititon. He must be at least ten inches long, I thought to myself. That would be the last real thought I had as my mind bent to the task at hand, and I seemed on some kind of auto pilot as I bobbed on it, sucking it deep in my mouth before pulling back til the just the head was between my lips. I could hear faint whimpering from the other side as I gently sucked him, and glancing down, I could see his shoes sticking out from the bottom of the partition. I imagined he must be pressed against the partition now, shoving all his manhood thru to the greedy mouth which was devouring him. This went on for the longest time before I noticed that his cock was pulsing in step with my sucking action, and then I felt the tell tale swelling of the shaft as he released his hot, sticky goo into my mouth. I sucked hard and was rewarded with a massive amoung of cum, so much that I couldn't hold it all in my small mouth, and I could feel some of it escaping around the tight 'O' of my lips and running down my chin, where it hung down before snapping and falling to the floor, between the 'v' formed by his shoes. As my chin slapped against the partition, the cum stuck there and slid down slowly. I remember thinking those were the stains I had seen earlier. Obviously I wasn't the first person to suck a cock thru this hole. He came inside my mouth for the longest time, as I alternated between sucking and swallowing, and I took his entire load. It was strong, with the taste of the sea I thought, and the texture was grainy, not smooth like I had experienced before. The thought crossed my mind that I was becoming a quite an experienced authority on the variety of cocks and cum in my life. He withdrew, leaving another trail of slime at the hole, adding no doubt to that deposited by other horny men over time. I cleaned my face with my hand, sucking each finger and licking my palm to remove the last vestiges of the semen reward I had received for my efforts. I sat in another sexual fog, vaguely hearing the door slam as he left. What had I done? Was I so depraved that I would come here to seek sex. What kind of person came to a bus station mensroom to suck cock? It finally dawned on me that the stains I had seen on the wall were proof positive that others before me had done the same thing I had. Others had sat on the commode, or knelt on the floor of this mens room sucking the cocks offered up by men in the next stall. Others before me had obviously accepted a cum reward for a job well done. The realization of it all made me extremely hot, and my hand went instinctively to my hard dick, which I dug out an began stroking. I imagined all sorts of lewd scenes of other men and boys eagerly, hungrily devouring the man meat thrust at them thru this manmade hole. I was on the verge of cumming when the sound of the door opening and shutting again jerked me out of my reverie. An eye appeared on the other side of the hole, and a finger thrust thru the opening, ringing the hole in a circular motion. I had no idea what that signalled, but instinctivly I rose and put my dick at the hole. Fingers clutched at it and drew it thru til I flattened myself against the partition, straining to get as much thru to him as possible. I felt the warm wet lips grip at my dick, pulling me into his mouth, where the sucking drove me insane. I couldn't last, and the first ever blowjob I received brought me off with a thunderous climax as the cum roared up from my balls, thru my penis, and spilled into the accomodating mouth on the other side. I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm as I pumped what seemed like a quart of semen into him. He sucked and slurped until I was dry, sated by his expert oral manipulations, and I fairly collapsed on the commode seat in a swoon. I was oblivious to everything now, and the whispered 'thank you' from the hole barely registered in my mind. I answered my own questions on the way home. People like me came to the mensroom to suck. Cocksuckers like me knelt on the floor and eagerly gobbled the meat thru the hole. Queers. Faggots. Maybe even sissys. But who were they? These queers. It was a small town. Surely these queers were know to be queer. Surely the bus station was known as a place where you could go to get a blowjob. That's why the holes looked so professionally done. And I answered the first of my questions - yes indeed I was depraved enough to go there and do exactly the same thing. I knew in my heart that I would be back there again. It was too easy. To be continued lesli99@hotmail.com