Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2000 10:26:10 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young Times

The handcuffs were too tight on my wrists, cutting off circulation to my
hands.  Complaining would do no good, the cops weren't listening to
anything I said.  I sat, alone, in the backseat of the cruiser, as they
chatted away in the front seat.  We were on our way to the station.

Solicitation?  Give me a break.  I hadn't solicited anyone.  I had accepted
the offer of a ride from the gentleman.  He was the one who suggested a
blow job.  It surely didn't come from my lips.  As far as I could figure,
my only mistake had been groping his crotch when he offered up the $25.
No, I hadn't solicited anyone.

Then why was I sitting here, my hands cuffed so uncomfortable behind me, as
the two undercover vice cops chatted away in the front seat, seemingly
oblivious to my discomfort.

At 2 am in the morning, the desk sergeant wasn't buying my story either.
Standing barefoot in front of him, my cutoffs not quite covering my
buttocks, my tee shirt cut so flimsy that it barely covered the rest of me,
I couldn't argue with his logic.  I was a male prostitute, and I had been
busted by a plainclothes vice officer in one of the worst parts of the
city.  Where other male, and female, prostitutes plied our trade.

At 2 am in the morning, you don't get an arraignment, you don't get to post
bail.  You get to spend the night in lock down until an arraignment before
a magistrate after 9 am.  If you're lucky, there won't be a large case
load, and you can be out by 11am.  If you're not so lucky you can spend
most of the day in the lock up - waiting.

At any rate, I know I'm looking at a misdemeanor fine of $250 for
solicitation.  $250 that I'll be out on the street that same night trying
to make.  $250 is ten blowjobs in my world.  Ten men to snare as they ride
slowly past me, stopping to chat.  Ten windows to lean thru and answer the
same question ten times.  Ten passenger doors to open.  Ten seats to sit
in.  Ten short rides to some dark, secluded spot.  Ten zippers and belt
buckles to struggle with.  Ten cocks to take into my mouth and bob up and
down on.  Until......

It was a good part time job to have as a 14 year old.  One penny for each
of the circulars we handed out, placed in mail boxes, or put on the front
windshield of a car, securing it between the windshield wiper and the
windshield.  My friend and I got the job because his dad knew the man who
was in charge of advertising for the electronics school.  Each Saturday he
took us to one of the surrounding towns or villages and dropped us, and at
least 1000 flyers, to do our rounds.  He would then meet us at a
prearranged spot, pay us, and give us a ride back home.  We split the money
between us.  Yes, it was a very good deal.

So good, in fact, that we took to hiding at least half of them and doubling
our take.

But that Saturday my friend had a family affair to attend, and I was on my
own.  Because of that, the man decided that we would just do my hometown
and not travel.  So I was out on the street with 1000 flyers, dutifully
stuffing them on every car I could find.  After having made one pass up
Main Street, I concentrated on a few parking lots before settling down to
mailbox stuffing.
  Apartment buildings are the best, but the really nice ones were on the
outskirts of town, so I was making do with the dilapidated boarding houses
three blocks north of Main.  These had seen better times, probably when the
railroad was booming, and now were mostly home to winos and other
indigents.  Oh well, a flyer is a penny, whether you put it on the front
door of a mansion or in a trash can, so I worked on.

I had just finished stuffing the first floor mailboxes when I noticed the
stairs leading to what must be the second floor.  Up I went, looking for
another set of mailboxes.

"What are you doing here" the voice questioned.  I looked around to find
the source, and noticed a door slightly ajar with a face peeking out.

"Uhhhh..uh.delivering flyers" I stammered, frozen in my tracks by the
surprise.

"Let me see what you're delivering" the voice demanded.  I could have run.
The fear in me was real, the goose pimples, the shaky knees, the whole
thing was very very real.  But I didn't run.  Something inside me wouldn't
let me leave.  Meekly I walked to the door and held out a flyer so the
person on the other side could read it.

"I can't read it without my glasses" he responded, opening the door wide
now "bring that confounded thing in here and let me get my glasses and read
it."

Again, I couldn't do anything but comply, and I soon found my self inside
the room, the door closing behind me.  For some strange reason the fear was
gone, replaced by a curiousity of sorts.  My eyes took in the room.  It was
messy.  It smelled of whiskey and cigarettes.  I was fascinated beyond
belief.  And I felt no fear.

"Let me see that" he instructed as he took the flyer from my hand and
peered at it thru thick reading glasses.  He appeared to be as old as dirt,
at least 50 I thought.  He was as old as my grandfather, and the thought
crossed my mind.  The smell of whiskey and cigarettes seemed to emanate
from him.  His face was covered with a light beard, black mixed with white,
and it was then that I noticed his white hair.  He was ancient, at least to
a boy like me.

"Hmmph" he growled "what the hell you doin handed these things out, boy?"

"I'm making money" I answered, honestly.

"How much money you makin?" he questioned.

"Penny a flyer, that's how much" I replied, proudly.

"Sheeeet" he spat "that ain't sheeet".

"Sure is" I huffed.

"Sheeeet boy, relief check's just come.  I can show you plenty money you
can make better than that."

"Oh yeah, how?" I shot back, my curiosity showing in my voice.

"Well" he started "you keep a secret?"

"Sure can" I assured him.

"You got to swear to secret.  You don't tell no one.  You understand?"

"Yep, I understand.  Only what do I have to do?"  I had no idea.

"Well, you take off your clothes, ok?  Take off your clothes and lay on
that bed there.  Just lay there and let me take a look at you."

"Uhhh, well...uh..how much" I finally blurted out.  I wasn't too sure about
this.  This guy must be a queer or something.  I had heard a little about
people like that, but I have to admit that I didn't know anything about
them.  Only that they were bad.

"I give you $10, boy.  You get your clothes off and lay on that bed over
there.  Let me look at you."

"Uhhh...just look...right?"  What did I have to lose?  Ten bucks for laying
on a bed naked and letting some old queer look at me.  Maybe that's all
queers did, just look.

"Sure" he smiled, his brown teeth opening wide.

"Ahh..ok" I finally said, and moved to the bed.  I sat on the edge and
untied my sneakers, pulling them, and then my socks, off my feet.  I stood
up then and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them down over my knees and
stepping out of them.  Then my tee shirt, pulled up over my head and off.
I felt awkward, standing there in my jockey shorts, my bare feet on the
cold, dirty linoleum.

"All the way boy.  $10 for all the way" he instructed.

'Well, no going back now' I thought to myself, and modesty aside, I quickly
pulled my jockey briefs down my bare legs, stepping out of them one foot at
a time.  Finished, and not knowing what to do next, I just stood there.

"On the bed boy" he instructed in a hoarse whisper "I ain't gonna hurt ya
none."  And with that, I backed up until I felt the backs of my bare legs
touch the mattress, then sat down on the bed.  I kept my knees together.
Strange, I didn't feel any fear, any shame, only the feel of the cool
sheets on my bare backside, and a slight quickening of my pulse as the
realization of what I was doing hit me.
  My feet barely touched the floor, and I steadied myself with my hand on
the mattress behind me to keep from pitching backwards.

"Oh, honey....you're real purty like sittin there" he whispered.  As I
looked up at him, I noticed a slightly glazed look in his eyes as he
starred back at me, his eyes moving to take in every inch of me, from the
tips of my toes to the top of my head.  I also noticed his hand as it went
to his trousers, unzipping them and fishing inside the opening.  Almost
immediately he pulled out his peter and held in in his right hand as the
fingers of his left dug inside to make the opening larger.

I had seen other boys, a few times, as we skinny dipped in the river. But I
had never seen a grown man exposed before.  His thing was massive, to my
eyes, at least 3 or 4 times larger than any of the boys I had seen.  The
end, the head as I would later learn to call it, was massive, the size of a
golf ball, with a very pronounced slit running up and down the end.  As I
watched, and as he began stroking up and down the shaft, that slit
moisened, then became wet with a clear liquid which seeped out and ran down
to his hand where it smeered all up and down the shaft from the action of
his hand.

I was fascinated, to say the least, at the sight of a grown man's sex organ
on display for my eyes only.  He was obviously enjoying this, and he began
to moan and groan as his hand continued to beat up and down the shaft.  My
eyes were glued to it.

"Ohhh....honey.....ohhhhhhhhhh......ahhhhhh" he fairly screamed out at me
as a thick white stream of liquid shot out the end of his peter, arching
across the space between us before dropping to the floor at my feet.  His
hand kept moving up and down the shaft as he shot several more times, each
time the stream was weaker until finally the cream just flowed over his
clenched fist bunched up between his fist and his stomach - a great gooey
gob that made smacking sounds as he continued to jerk and pull at himself.

The sight of it all made me weak.  I didn't know why, and I didn't care.
All I knew was this was one show I had never seen before, and the
naughtyness of it excited me.

He was moaning now, almost incoeherent, babbling about honey, and pussy,
and on and on.  I sat there, fascinated at the sight of a grown man, with a
grown man's organ, massaging himself til he shot.  And I seemed to have
made it all happen.  He had done all this while looking at me, naked on the
bed in front of him.  I felt quite good at what I had done.

But more than that, I felt a facsination borne of something else.  The
tingling feeling I had when I sat on the bed was still with me, intensified
now by what had played out in front of my eyes.  I couldn't take my eyes
off his organ, its head still purple from all the rubbing, as it ozzed the
slimy white liquid.  I could just barely detect its odor in my nostrils,
and I bent closer to take in more.  The smell was so very different than
anything I had known before, somewhat like mushrooms, but different again.

He put himself away, and I took the opportunity to put my close back on.

"$10 honey, anytime you want to come back.  $10 to do the same thing" he
said, handing me my money.  I folded it and put it in my pocket.

"Uhh....well.....maybe" I stammered, not sure how to answer him.  Did I
want to come back and do this again?  Did I want him to look at me, naked,
as he rubbed himself?  Did I want to feel the same way I felt now?

"You come round after school someday, honey" he suggested.  I couldn't see
myself stopping by on my way home from school.  It just didn't seem right.
How could I face my parents after doing something like this?

No, I had done it this one time, but I wouldn't do it again - I told
myself.

That night, as I lay in bed, thoughts of the day came rushing back to me
and kept me awake.  My hand worked furiously up and down the length of my
small penis, imitating what the old man had done to himself.  Surprisingly,
I found myself becoming hard, and then before I knew what was happening my
hand was wet as my first orgasm exploded and drenched the sheets with wet
gooey liquid.  My mind went absolutely blank from the intense pleasure I
felt, and I continued to stroke and jerk until it was all out.  The feeling
was like nothing I had ever felt before, more pleasure than I could
imagine.  The thought of the old man experiencing that kind of pleasure
left me with a feeling of accomplishment.

I stayed away the next day, taking care to completely re route my walk home
from school.  That night I played with myself again, bringing myself off to
the same thundering climax.  Curious beyond belief, I brought my wet hand
to my lips and tasted the liquid.  It was delicous, and I savoured all that
was on my hand and then went searching the wet sheets for more.  I cleaned
it all up.  I couldn't wait to do it again and taste myself.

By the second day, I had made up my mind to go back, and on leaving school
I hurried along to the boarding house, slipping inside with the hope that
no one would see me, and climbing the stairs to the second floor.  The
smell was not so bad this time.  Either I had imagined it on Saturday or
the excitement I felt dulled my sense of smell.  I made my way along the
corridor til I found his door, and meekly knocked on it, hoping I had the
right door.

"Well honey, I'm glad to see you come back" he said as he ushered me inside
and closed the door quitely behind me "you want that $10, huh?"

"OK" I whispered, the nervousness evident in my voice.

"Well, you know what to do now, don't ya?"  Nodding my head, I stripped out
of my clothes and got on the bed, sitting facing him.  His hand went to his
zipper and before I knew it he had his big penis out in plain view.  My
eyes were drawn immediately to it and I couldn't help but stare.

"You like this, huh?" he asked, shaking it in my direction.

"I...uhhhh... I guess so, yes" I stammered, my voice cracking again in
excitement.

"Well, I like to look at you honey.  Makes me hot.  Makes the cum just boil
up in my balls and be ready to shoot out all over the place.  You like to
see me cum honey?"  Cum?  So that's what he called the white liquid.
Strange name.

"Uhhhh.....yeah....I guess so" was all I could get out.

"Well just lay down there and I'll come a little closer so you can have a
real good look, so you can see it close up honey."  And with that he put a
hand on my shoulder and pushed me sideways on the bed so I was laying on my
side, looking at him.  He moved real close now and my eyes were locked on
his pumping hand, the purple colored end to his thing, and then the first
sign of it become wet as the liquid oozed out the end.  I kept my eyes on
the action as he began to moan and groan, again about pussy and honey and
cumming, and before I knew it the first strong spurts of 'cum' shot from
him, arching towards me and landing on my chest and stomach.  He continued
to pump and shoot and before too long, I had a lot of it on me.  His hand
slowed down now as his eyes rolled back in his head and finally he stopped.
I collected some of the cum from my chest and brought it quickly to my
mouth, my nostrils filling with the strong aroma of his man juice.

"You like that, honey?" he asked, finally coming down from his high " you
like cum?"  I didn't know what to say, embarrassed that he had seen me
sneak it into my mouth.  He tasted stronger than I had remembered myself
tasting last night.  And salty.  The taste was of salt and mushrooms and it
had a very pronounced effect on my own excitement, my penis hardning as I
lay on the bed.  He saw that too.

"Uhh.....yeah, I guess I do" I stammered, not sure what I should say.  But
I couldn't deny the excitement.

"Well, honey, you come on back tomorrow, and I'll have another load ready
for you.  You can taste it straight from my cock, honey.  That way we won't
waste any of it."

I didn't even try to lie to myself by thinking I wouldn't come back.  I
knew I would be there, whenever I could.  And the thought of tasting this
gooey juice kept me hard til I got home and jerked myself off again,
catching it in my left hand and scooping it all in my mouth.  I licked my
hand clean of the goo, awash in a sexual high that surprised me.  If he was
the queer, I wondered, why was I so excited at the naughtyness of cum in my
mouth?  Still sexually inexperienced, I was never the less making headway
towards understanding my own feelings.

School had never seemed so long before.  The day fairly dragged by as I
impatiently waited for last bell.  I literally ran from school to the
boarding house, not ashamed of being seen going inside now, and bounded up
the stairs to his room, knocking on the door.

"Well, here you are honey, just like I said you'd be" he greeted me,
shutting and locking the door as soon as I was inside.  I quickly stripped
out of my school clothes and lay down on the bed, my eyes on his emerging
thing, his 'cock' as he called it.  He was furiously pumping it as he came
closer to me.

"You're so pretty, honey, so smooth and soft, just like a girl.  Laying
there waiting for me" he rambled as he pumped faster and faster.  "Do you
want my cum, honey?" he asked.

"Yes" I responded without hesitation.  I wanted to experience the taste of
his stuff, all of it, and I indicated my willingness by propping myself up
on one elbow to be nearer the thing.

"Then come here, sweetness" he said in a horse whisper, bringing the head
of it near my mouth.  I opened my lips as he pointed it at me.  Pulling my
head to him, he pumped at the base while my lips lightly touched the very
tip.

"Ahhhhhhh.....honey.....here it is.....here's my......my....ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
my cum" and I felt the first warm spurt of his gooey liquid hit inside my
mouth.  It was heaven, as first one, then two, then I stopped counting as
my mouth quickly filled with the warmth.  My nose took in the heady smell
of it as my tongue and mouth tasted it.  It was strong, and salty, and I
fell in love with the smell, taste, and feel of his orgasm.  The tip
slipped just the least bit in my mouth, and I closed my lips around it,
sealing it in.

"Ahhhhhhh, honey, that's it, suck it baby, suck my cock dry.  Suck all my
load out honey." And without thinking, I realized that's what I was doing.
My lips had sealed around it in a tight 'O' and my mouth was making sucking
motions, trying to capture it all.  My mouth was full now.  What was I
supposed to do with it?  Some of it was beginning to leak out around my
lips and I was aware of it wet on my chin.

"Ohhhhhhhh, swallow it honey, swallow my load" he instructed, still pumping
furiously with his hand.  I tried to obey, tried to just swallow the
mouthful of cum I had captured, but I gagged on it.  My lips opened wide
and I made gagging sounds as he pulled back slightly.  That's all it took,
and coughing, I swallowed as much of it as I could.

If I thought the taste of it was heavenly, the feeling of that gob of stuff
sliding down my throat was the crowning touch, sending me into a state of
arousal that wouldn't quit.  As soon as I had swallowed the first mouth
full, his cock was back at my lips, wet with more of the lovely stuff, and
I locked them around it again and sucked out another half mouth full, which
I swallowed easier than the first.  I didn't gag now, it all went down
easily.  I sucked til he was dry, the cum slowing to a trickle.

"Ohhh, honey, you're some hungry cocksucker" he swooned as I finally let
the limp, dry head slip from my lips "you sure are.  And you liked that,
didn't you?"

"Yes" I whispered horsely, my flushed face giving away what I felt inside.
I had never, ever, ever experienced anything that I liked as much as the
experience of swallowing his stuff.  I had never heard the expression
'cocksucker' before, but I realized that it was an apt description of what
I felt I wanted to do.
  Suck cock.  Wow, just the words made me hot, and I found myself repeating
them to myself as I stumbled home.  I jerked myself off as soon as I got to
my room, eating my own 'cum' when I finished.  By supper time I had cooled
off a little, being careful to brush my teeth 3 times and gargling with
Listerine to hide the tell tale smell of it on my breath.

I skipped school altogether on Friday, laying naked on his bed by 9am.
This time he let me take his 'cock' in my mouth, as he pumped, slowly and
gently, and I sucked first the head, and then at least half of it's length
in my mouth.  He gently caressed the back of my head as I sucked him,
encouraging me on.

"That's it honey, take all you can, take it in your sweet mouth and suck
it.
  That's the way, ohhhhh yesssss, put your little tonge on the
head.....yes......that's it baby."  And I sucked, and I licked, and finally
I had my reward, another mouthful of the lovely goo that came out the head.
Into my mouth, where I held it, swirling it around and then gulping first
one, then two, then three mouthfuls down my throat.

"Whewwwwww" he sighed as I finished and lay back on the bed to savour the
taste strong in my mouth "you really like that don't you?"

"Yes" I responded.  It was true, there was nothing else in my short life
that I had enjoyed as much as what I had just done.

"Well, I'm finished.  You've made me cum twice in two days, I think I need
some rest."  The dissappointment registered on my face.

"You want more?" he asked.

"Yes" I admitted.  I wanted more.  I wanted as much as I could get.

"Well, now let's see, I think we can take care of that honey.  You want to
suck my friend?"  The question startled me.  His friend?  Some one else?  I
wasn't so sure of that.  I hesitated, saying nothing.

"Oh, don't worry.  My friend is nice.  He'll treat you nice.  He won't hurt
you.  He'll give you his load, just like I gave you mine.  You'll see, it
will be good."  The thought of what I had just done had me hot again, and
the thought of doing it again - to him, or to anyone else - had me ready.

"OK" I managed to reply "I guess so, if you say so."

"Just stay on the bed, honey, I'll be back in a minute.  You'll see, he'll
be nice to you.  Just like me."  And with that he was out the door.  I lay
on the bed trying to remember everything that had just happened, in a
terrible state of arousal.  My hand went to my stiff prick and I began
jerking myself.

He was back in no time, accompanied by another older man, probably his age
I guessed.  He was dressed in shabby clothes, clean but shabby, and he
shuffled into the room.

"Just like I told you, a sweet young thing.  Don't he look sweet, laying
there, just like a girl."

"You the little cocksucker?" his friend asked, his hand groping at the
front of his trousers.

"Yes" I tried to sound sure of myself, but the excitement, the nervousness,
was evident, making my voice crack.

"Git up on ya knees, little cocksucker" he instructed "let me see ya butt."
The command sent a wave of excitement pulsing thru me, and I complied
immediately, raising myself on my hands and knees.  He ran his hand over my
naked backside, sending another wave of exictement which made me hard all
over again.

"Well, lookey here" he exclaimed "the little queer's in heat.  Look at his
little pecker all hard like that."  The words burned thru me.  Queer?
Queer?  Me a queer?  They were the queers.  Weren't they?  But my penis was
hard, I had to admit that.  But queer?  Cocksucker, ok.  But queer?

I didn't have time ponder it now, as his penis was out now, oozing a clear
liquid and pointed directly at my mouth.  I opened my lips and let him put
the end in.  His penis was different, the head was cloaked in skin, not out
and purple like the other one.  Not like mine.  I would come to know this
as uncircumsized, but now it was just a delightful mystery to me.  He
slipped it in as I strained to open my mouth wider.  He tasted strong, my
nostrils filling with his aroma.  He tasted unclean, somehow.  But I didn't
hesitate.  I clamped my lips down on him and began sucking.  Sensing my
inexperience, he began pulling out and pushing in, pulling and pushing,
until he was sliding in and out of my mouth.  He grabbed my head and thrust
in, choking me as the tip pushed into the back of my mouth.  I coughed and
sputtered, trying to breathe.  He was blocking my air passage and I thought
I was going to suffocate.  I fought back, trying to push him away, trying
to get a breath.  Excited at the whole thing.

"Easy" I heard a voice say "he's a cherry, he can't take all that yet."
And he eased off a bit, allowing me to gulp down air.

"Come on, little cocksucker, suck my dick."  And that's just what I did,
with about half his penis inside my mouth, I began to suck harder as he
slowly eased in and out of me.

"Play with my balls" he instructed, and I brought one hand up to his
exposed balls, feeling the hair on them.  His sack was big, and as hard as
the penis in my mouth.  I let me fingers explore the skin and squeezed
first one, then the other ball.  He moaned.  I took both balls in my hand
and squeezed now, bringing him to the brink.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhh....yeaaaaaaahhhh" he bellowed as I sucked and
squeezed him.  His cock was almost out of my mouth when I felt the first
strong gush of his goo flood my mouth.  I gagged again, my lips releasing
their hold on his penis and some of the delicious goo ran out of my mouth.
It dribbled down my chin, warm and wet, and I refocused my attention on
catching the remaining spurts.  I didn't lose these, letting my mouth fill,
swallowing, and letting it fill again.  I drained him dry, his ball sack
now limp and soft in my hand, his penis shooting inside my mouth until it
flow became just a dribble.  His cum was stronger, more acrid tasting than
the first, and I wondered if everyone's cum tasted different.  No matter,
the tasted delighted and excited me, and I decided that if everyone tasted
as wonderful as my first two experiences, I was going to devote myself to
getting as much of it as I could.

"There, there, little cocksucker, you done real good.  You got it all boy.
Every drop of it." and with that, he pulled his wet penis from my mouth,
wiping it across my cheek.  "Good little cocksucker, took all daddy's
load."

"Ummm" the first one murmered "I think all this has got me up again.
Whadda ya say, honey, are you ready for another?  You want another load in
your pretty, sweet mouth?"

Boy, did I.  I was so hot for it now that I would have considered it a
waste of a hookey day from school if I didn't do it again.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Ask for it sweet thing." he instructed.

"Can I have another?" I stammered.

"Another what, honey?" he toyed.

"Some more cum, please" I asked.

"Ahhhh, honey, come to daddy" he sighed, and he pulled my mouth to his
waiting penis.

By the time he had finished cumming in my mouth, the other one was ready
again, and I sucked him til he deposited his second load in me.  I was
awash in sexual excitement, and they were there to make sure I had all I
wanted.  In fact, they were there to satisfy themselves, and my williness
to accomodate them brought pleasure to all three of us.  But I could only
speak for my own desires, and I knew I would keep on doing this as long as
they let me.

As I lay in bed that night, having relieved myself into my hand twice, I
thought back on the past few days.  I had discovered something that gave me
great pleasure.  My awakening sexuallity had found an outlet, and I would
never question the propriety of it.  Whether it was wrong or right, whether
I admitted to being queer, or just a cocksucker as I admitted, it had been
the most exciteable experience of my young life.  Whatever life dealt me, I
knew I wanted more of this.

To be continued

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