Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 09:17:49 -0500 From: lesli 99 Subject: Young Times Parts 19 Young Times Part XIX There was no doubt about it now, I was falling in love. Strange as it seems, and just as improbable, I felt less attracted to others than I did to Tom with each passing day. I moved into his room for the rest of the session so we could be together all my free time. Of course we both saw others, but not alone. We attended the usual group gropes and moontan parties because we both seemed to enjoy group sex equally. But both Tom and I stopped our lone encounters by mutual agreement. Whenever we went anywhere now it was obvious that we were a couple. The psychological change that came over me equalled the emotional, and I found myself gaining back a bit of self esteem that I hadn't felt for two years now. Having someone to care for me, to respect me and to be respected, put alsmost everything in a different, brighter light and I actually felt good about myself, my situation, and life in general. And the sex...........well, the sex was, to put it mildly, terrific as we devoted the majority of our energy, our sex drive, our talents to each other. All the fucking served to stretch me to the point that Tom could enter me, lubed of course, without my feeling pain as my sphincter had just given up trying to function as soon as Tom's cockhead touched it. My insides adapted too and I found myself taking him all in comfortably. Even in our occassional experiments with the groups, I never let anyone fuck me but Tom. It was understood that my ass was his and everyone respected that. I still sucked cock, but I heeded Tom's wishes about anal sex. Only with him, and only with a condom. We had no problems or misunderstandings there. And I learned to drink beer. Under Tom's expert guidance, I learned to gauge my tolerance a little better. I still couldn't drink that much (Tom referred to me as a cheap date) but at least I knew when I had enough, and , thankfully, never repeated the near death experience of my first drunk. Tom and I hung out more and more with Adrian and Chucky and we all became close friends. As we entered the last few days of the session I noticed a marked increase in the sex. It was almost as if everyone knew that the heady days of free sex were coming to an end, and in anticipation of life back in the closet, we all seemed to grow bolder. It was as if sexual panic set in and we were desparately trying to find that last measure of sexual happiness, or excitement, to last thru the long cold days of sexual frustration that lie ahead. Everyone seemed to seek out someone they hadn't made it with before. There was an obvious increase in absence from daytime practice sessions as first one, then another skipped the sessions to remain in the dorm all day, cruising the halls, the bathrooms, and the shower room for sex. I attended practice as always, finding everything I needed at night. One session we all four did attend was the 'ultimate beach blanket bingo party' held on Friday night, our last full day of conservatory. It was held at the old volley ball sand pit behind the rock, as the one I had attended, but the crowd was so large by this time that it overflowed the pit and blankets were spread into the surrounding grass. When we arrived, it honestly reminded me of a crowded beach. There was obviously no set agenda, or even starting time, as there were boys sprawled in groups of two and more already engaged in the full range of sexual acts that boys can do with boys. I was hard immediately upon seeing all the action, but we walked around, in between the groups, getting a good look of what was going on. And we weren't alone. Those who weren't actually engaged in sex seemed to be watching those who were, and the whole hedonistic, voyeur, scene appealed to me in a way that simply took my breath away. When I could stand it no longer, I dropped down on a blanket occupied by what appeared to be five or six boys and took hold of an unattended dick, it must have been about six inches and it had the most delightful head, placing my mouth on it and receiving a murmured thanks from it's owner, his head buried somewhere in the mass of wriggling flesh, obviously doing to someone else what I was doing to him. I sucked him til he came, then moved on to an ass close by, pausing to lick it clean before forcing my tongue up it. The delightful aroma set me on fire, and as I strained to engulf his asshole with my lips, I felt the welcomed warmth of lips closing around my cock head. And so it went as I made my way around the outer periphery of the group, moving on when I finished the last one. I had sucked five cocks, one ass, and had been sucked to completion once and another partial. I was on fire now as I collected my shorts and tee shirt and stumbled, completely nude, for the next opportunity. It was close at hand, as I plopped down on a blanket not five yards away, this one shared by two clumpings of boys. The first was a group standing, I would say four, in a circle, at the center of which a slim looking blonde was on his knees with one cock in his mouth. As I watched he switched from one to the other, giving each at least a minutes attention while he used his hands to keep the next one, and the previous one, at the ready so to speak. The second group consisted of four boys, two in the classic sixty nine position, a boy behind the one on top - sucking his ass, and one in front of him, jerking off. I moved into a kneeling position, just to the side of them, reached out, and grabbed the cock from his pumping hand. He moaned as I tightened my fingers around the shaft and replaced his jacking with my own. As I began jacking him, the boy on the bottom reached out an took my willing cock into his hand and did the same to me. We were locked in the throws of passion now, grunting and moaning like animals as our mouths and hands attended to the task at hand. The boy's cock exploded in my hand, shooting gob after sticky gob of jism all over my hand and down my arm as I continued to pull him to ecstasy, my own cock hard and needing relief. Only I didn't want a hand job to relieve me now, I wanted a hot mouth, and since there didn't seem to be any left over here, I decided to move on again. I wandered around the different groups, looking for a willing partner. The action was at a fever pitch now, and I noticed other boys moving from group to group, finding an opening, and stopping to immerse themselves in the available action until they either got or gave satisfaction, then moving on again. It was a round robin of anonymous encounters like nothing I had ever seen before, and few of which I would see again. It was pure abandon, giving up oneself to the hedonistic attraction of dick and satisfaction, and I doubt anyone in these groups cooled off at all before diving back in and doing it again. I picked out a relatively empty blanket and lay down, propping my self up on my elbows to catch sight of the action around me, taking in the sounds and the heady aroma of all the male sex that transformed this moon lit night into surreal scene. I could smell the distinct aroma of semen as it cut thru the fresh smell of nature. There must have been gallons of it spent that evening in willing mouths, asses, and hands. It was an orgy of desparation, the last one I and many of the others would see for a while, and we bathed in our depravity for what seemed like hours. Finally, I had enough to last me for a while, and after a brief search for Tom, turned back to the dorm. I entered the ground floor and, just on impulse, walked slowly down the corridor checking things out. Most of the rooms were empty, some of the doors were shut, and the whole place had a hushed tone. As I shuffled up the corridor, peering left and right, I thought the place must be deserted. Imagine my surprise as my eyes caught sight of him, lying on his bunk completely naked, his hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling as his hand played slowly up and down the shaft. The sight stopped me dead in my tracks, my eyes locked on the tempting piece of meat in his hand, and I stood absolutely still in the open doorway. As I stared, he switched hands, not missing a beat, and he continued to pull on the massive shaft as if he was trying to detach it from his body. I caught sight of the creamy gob of precum that had oozed from the impressive piss slit at the end and watched in amazement as his hand smeared it all round the engorged head of his cock. His eyes opened slowly and he caught sight of me standing there, starring in hot excitement as my mind played over the possibilities here. I knew that face, I knew that boy, I had been warned. But standing here as I was, with him laying there as he was, there was no room for caution, no room for second thoughts. My one and only thought was of what he was doing, and what he obviously wanted from me. And what I wanted from him. The planets were aligned, in my head, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from entering his room as he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and sat upright, his cock still held firmly in his pistoning hand. "Like it?" his voice broke the tensioned silence. "Ohh...yes" I answered honestly. I more than liked it. I knew I loved it. And I knew, one way or another, that I was going to have it. Or to be more precise, that it would have me. "Then get down and suck it" he instructed. He needn't have wasted his breath on instructions as I was already sinking to the task, my knees planted firmly on the floor beside his bunk and my hands resting one on either leg. He had spread his legs slightly, and as my face came into position he took his hand off and let my open mouth come down on the head, resting for a second before stretching wide and engulfing it til my lips tightened around the shaft just below the mushroom like monster. The taste was to die for, slightly strong and acrid, all man. My nostrils filled with the unmistakable aroma of him and I pushed down til his head was lodged in the back of my mouth, at the entrance to my throat. My fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and I forced another inch of him inside me, sending the tip past my gag reflex and firmly into my opened throat. "Ahhhhhhwwwwwww......oooooooohhhhh. You faggots sure know how to swallow a bone down" he moaned as I withdrew slightly and then crammed even more of the meaty monster into my mouth. My tongue was making circles along the length of his shaft and pausing at the upstroke to massage the tender, sensitive area underneath his cockhead. Yeah, we sure did know how to take advantage of a willing hardon, now didn't we? "Ummmmmmmmmmmm....." I moaned as I took him deep again, the vibrations massaging his shaft as my tongue continued to add to his excitement. "Come up here, faggot, let me fuck your pretty suck hole." I did as he said, lying on the bunk as he maneuvered over me, a knee on either side of my neck and his cock poking the top of my head. He repositioned himself by bending forward, and I found his cockhead now pressing against my lips. I opened them instinctively and took most of his cock back into my mouth. He let me hold it there for a second before he began pressing down, lowering his body to me, and forcing me to hold my breath as his cock slipped first an inch, then two, and then three down my throat. Air was completely cut off now as his monster filled my throat and mouth to their limits. There was nothing I could do in this position but lie there and accept it. Every inch of it. I was out of air now, and I signaled my dilemma by pushing gently against his stomach with the open palms of my hands. Thankfully he relented and pulled out far enough for his cockhead to pop from my throat. I gulped a huge slug of air down, the oxygen keeping my brain functioning. I signaled all ok by raising my head just slightly from the bed and gobbling his cock back down. He responded by pushing it down my throat again and holding it there. I took it as long as I could before pushing on his stomach again at which point he withdrew. And so it went, first in, then out, as we settled into a coordinated throat fucking that had me so hot I knew I could cum with just one touch to my sensitive prick. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Take it all, cocksucker. Eat my cock. Eat it." he was working himself up now, his voice full of excitement as he took complete control. I was a hot mouth, a willing fuck hole for his manhood, and he used it for what it was. I was a receptical for his lust, pure and simple. But I was something else, I would come to learn. I was an easy target for more than his lust. He ground into me with a frenzied panic, pulling out completely then burying himself to the hilt in me. My mouth was stretched to the breaking point, my throat thrown completely open to accept at least half his cock down it everytime he came down on me. "That's it, ya little fairy, open up for daddy. Get all my meat down there. Take it all. Take it like the cunt you are." I couldn't even moan now, the only sound coming from me was the grunt as his cockhead forced it's way inside, pushing air from around the tight 'O' formed by my pursed lips. Air and saliva as his cock filled my mouth to the point there was no room for anything else inside. It had to go out, and my lips, stretched as tight as they were, would not seal off the escape route. He was using me in a way that I hadn't been used for some time now. This wasn't the two way sex I had come to expect over the last two weeks. We weren't lovers, not even equals. I was just the queer again, the faggot cocksucker to be used by someone aggressive like him. I was back to my 'normal' role as the submissive piece of sex to be used for his satisfaction. And, strange enough, the realization of this made me even hotter. It flashed thru my mind that this wasn't gay sex anymore. "You're gonna eat me off, aren't you girly?" it wasn't a question and I didn't think it required an answer. "I said you're gonna eat me off, aren't you" he said louder, his tone laced with sarcasm now. "Umm..hmmmmmm" I did my best to answer, but my cock filled mouth had trouble forming the response. "Damn right you are, sissy. I'm gonna fill you up with cum and you're gonna eat every drop of it. I know you faggots love that. Now get down there on the floor and get ready to take it." he pulled out of my mouth motioned me off the bed. I crawled off and got on my knees beside the bed. He stood up, his cock at my mouth, and began jacking furiously. "Eat my balls while I get this load ready for you, faggot" and I bent forward to lick and kiss his ballsack. They were hard and firm. And big. I took one, the right one I think, into my mouth, bathing it with my saliva and massaging it as best I could with my tongue. He jacked away, above me. "Ahh..ohhh...yeah..eat that you hungry bitch. You've got my balls boiling." and I let one go and took the other in, his hairy ballsack literally drenched with my saliva. "Ohhhhh...ohhhhhhhh..get your mouth on this" he said, pushing his rock hard penis to my mouth again. I opened my lips, stretched my jaws, and took him into the wet warmth he wanted. My tongue went crazy along the bottom of his cockhead as he continued to jack the shaft, rocking on the balls of his feet as he fucked my mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh.....oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh....shhhhhhhiiiiiiii...." he screamed as the first powerful jet of hot liquid drenched the back of my mouth. I clamped down on his penis with my lips, suctioning each succeeding spurt into my mouth, trapping it there, letting my mouth fill with the creamy sweetness of his exploding jism. My mouth filled quickly, and I spaced my swallows to drain it and make room for the next succession. His cum tasted wonderful on my tongue, my tastebuds alive with the excitement of his protein rich spunk as it filled my mouth again and again. Thru half open eyes, I could see the creamy goo smeared along his cock shaft as my head bobbed up and down on his manhood. My lips were wet with a combination of my own saliva and the cum from inside my mouth. The mixture was pearly white, and each successive stroke cleaned more and more of it from his cockshaft as I emptied the contents of my mouth into my stomach. I was alive with a passion so overwhelming that I couldn't imagine this scene ever ending. I would suck him, he would cum, and we would continue in this dance of depravity until one of us collapsed from exhaustion. But reality came back in a flash as he pushed my head roughly away, pulling that wonderful piece of meat I had been making such passionate love to, away. Instinctively I lunged forward, taking the wet head between my lips again, signalling that it was not over. I was still hungry for him. I was ready to eat him off again. And again. "Get the fuck off me, faggot" he exclaimed, punctuating his command with a sharp slap to the side of my head. I fell sideways to the floor, crumpling in a heap on the coldness of the concrete. Laying there, dazed, confused, hurt. "Now get the fuck out of here you...you queer. Get outta here. Now." Pulling my self up, I stumbled out of his room, oblivious to his curses, the names, everything. I had sunk back into the role of being a queer. The idylic two weeks of gay life over, I would have to adjust to my former life. I was back in the 'straight' world again, only now with desires I knew would be satisfied only if I accepted that role. And, as I found out that night, I did accept it. to be continued lesli99@hotmail.com