Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 13:35:56 EDT From: lesli 99 Subject: Young Times - Adult/Youth Gay stories Young Times - Part VI True to the promise we made each other during our last encounter by the creek at band camp, Stephen, Donnie, and I stayed friends when the fall school term began a few days later. Of course Stephen was in high school and Donnie and I were in jr high, so we three didn't see each other during the day. Donnie and I hung together, sort of a mutual defense pack, I guess, although there weren't any rumors about him like me. None the less, I'm sure after being seen constantly together at school, the rumors would start. We agreed not to let that bother us. We knew what we were, we didn't need anyone reminding us. Donnie and I slept over at my house the first Saturday after school started. We waited until my parents were asleep and slipped out my bedroom window, luckily it was on the first floor, and walked to the bus station, being careful to stay off the roads. We arrived there at a little past midnight and slipped, un noticed by the station manager, into the men's room. It was deathly quite in there, but as I looked under the stall walls, I noticed two pairs of feet. I went into one stall immediately adjacent to one pair, signaling Donnie to do the same three stalls down. Unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down around my feet, I sat down on the commode and brought my eye to the glory hole to my right. Sure enough, I was greeted by the sight of a man's penis in the next stall. He was beating off, stroking quickly up and down the shaft of what I estimated to be six inches of glistening, white, man meat. The head was almost purple in color, indicating that he was really working him self up for a powerful orgasm, and the thought crossed my mind that maybe I should let this one go by. But, of course, my hormones were working overtime now, and I couldn't resist the urge to stick my finger thru the hole, rubbing it once around the circumference. I had learned that was the sign of the cocksucker. No sooner had I withdrawn my finger than the man stood and I saw the purple colored head coming thru the hole. I pressed my face against the partition, opening my mouth wide and clamping my lips down upon the head. It tasted strongly of pee, and I fought back the urge to gag and pull my mouth off it. Once my nose had adjusted to the smell, it wasn't so bad, and soon I was pulling more and more of him into my mouth until, finally, I could feel the tip of the head at the back of my mouth. He hung there and let me slide up and down the length of his exposed cock, using my tongue to massage the shaft and head as I did. He must have been beating off for some time, because he came quickly in my mouth. It came in torrents, just as I suspected, and I gagged as the first strong spurt shot past my mouth and into my throat. The next shot, just as strong as the first, filled my mouth and, combined with the large gob that was lodged in my throat, caused the third strong spurt to force itself out of my mouth, running down my chin where it cooled and coagulated into a sticky, smelly goo. I swallowed as hard as I could, getting down the first two gobs and making room for the fourth, as the force of his orgasm gradually died away. I sucked and swallowed easier now, not wasting anymore of the precious fluid. He withdrew, and I wiped my chin clean with my hand, licking the remanants into my mouth. Within the first five minutes time, I had already one delicious load of cum headed to my stomach. My breath smelled terrible, the strong aroma of his jism filled the cubicle. I moved into the cubicle he had just vacated, and starred thru the glory hole to catch the action on the other side. A long haired teenager was in the floor, his legs spread wide, his cock thrust under the partition. Funny, I thought, he's not using the glory hole. Focusing on the action, I quickly figured out why. Although the angle made it difficult to make everything out, I could see Donnie's hands on the floor, one between the vee formed by the boy's legs, the other to the right of the boy's right knee. He must have been on his hands and knees, with his head stuck under the partition as he sucked the boy's cock. I could see the boy rocking back and forth, apparently fucking Donnie in the mouth. My but Donnie was a quick learner. He had his first exposure to cock not two weeks ago and now he was acting like a pro. As I continued to watch, the boy stiffened, held himself flat against the partition, and apparently, let go his climax into Donnie. He sputtered and moaned as Donnie worked to drain all the love juice out of him. I caught a glimpse of Donnie as the boy stood to leave. He had his head halfway underneath the partition, just as I had imagined. There were no more visitors to the men's room for an hour, so I knocked on Donnie's stall door and we decided to leave. On the walk home, we recounted our adventures. Donnie had tried to coax the boy's dick thru the glory hole to suck it, but the boy had refused, pulling off his shorts and dropping to his knees, where he offered his cock under the partition. Not knowing what else to do, Donnie had gotten in the floor and stuck his head partly under the partition, which is where I joined the action. Donnie was afraid the boy had seen his face and would tell. "He's not going to tell" I assured him "what would he say 'Donnie's a queer. I caught him sucking my dick in the bus station men's room'? Give me a break! It's your little secret, believe me." "Leslie, you know what we were talking about at band camp. About thinking we might be queer"? "Yeah, what about it"? "Well" he went on happily "I've been thinking about it, and I decided if I got a boner sucking someone's cock, someone other that you, or Stephen, that I would be queer." "And?" I questioned, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Well, that proved it. I was hard as a rock while I was sucking him. I guess I'm queer." "Congratulations" I said, slapping him on the back "welcome to the club. Now let's get back to my house and do something about it." We slipped back into my bedroom and did just that, laying head to foot in a sixty nine without even knowing what it was called. We thought we were daisy chaining until Stephen explained the difference to us. School that year seemed the same as ever but, in fact, was the dividing line between my life as a child and my growing up. My friends were growing up too, but slower in fact. Somehow, homosexuality changed my mental development. They say girls mature faster than boys. I think queers do too. I don't know if it was my contact with older men, Stephen, or just the fact that my mind was things other than the constant pursuit of girls that caused me to outsrip my fiends in gaining maturity. I guess everyone goes thru puberty differently, seaching as it were, for their own sexual identity. For me the search was over, I knew from the beginning of the 9th grade what I wanted, who I was. And having found my identity, I raced on, while my friends stumbled thru it. Interestingly enough, my friends stayed my friends, and as they searched for themselves I would become one outlet as they experimented, at least some of them, with the duality of sexual awakening. Young blood runs hot, so they say, and I would come to understand and appreciate the old adage, 'any port in a storm'. I won 'first chair' in the clarinet section of the concert band that fall. I think Stephen must have put in a good word for me with Mr Wade, the band director. Shortly after the competition results were announced, he called me into his office after band class. "Congratulations, Leslie" he said as I stood before his desk. Mr Wade was an attractive man, maybe 30 years old. He was short, not more than 5'8", with a trim build, not large, not small. His waist was small, his stomach trim, and from the size of his chest I guess that he worked out. He had a full head of black hair, receding slightly, which he kept slicked back. I remember thinking that he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I fantasized about making out with him all time. "Thank you sir" I replied, a bit flustered to be alone in his presence. The fantasies swirled around in my head, making the situation even more tense for me. "Stephen tells me that you have expressed an interest in attending one of the summer sessions at the conservatory." I had almost forgot about that. Stephen had described what went on up there in the summer. Yes, I was interested but my interest had absoulutely nothing to do with music. "Yessir, I think I would like that." "Well, it's hard work up there. I mean, it's not for everyone. You must make a considerable committment to qualify for a slot in the program." "Yessir, I know. I mean...I think I know" I said, not really knowing at all. I wasn't going for the music. I wanted to go for the fun Stephen said some of the boys, queers I suppose, had up there. "You know, that conservatory isn't for everyone. You must fit in, not only musically, but other ways to be accepted. I have to screen carefully because my reputation there is on the line with every student I recommend. Stephen is a good boy. Talented, very talented, and not just in music. If you know what I mean." What did he mean? The only talent, other than music, that I had observed in Stephen was.......oh, was that what he meant? I decided to gamble on it. "Yessir, I know Stephen, he is very, very talented." There, I had said it. Would that clear up any mystery in his mind about me? "And Stephen tells me you are very, very talented in the same way" he went on, his voice dropping to a husky whisper now. Funny, I wasn't embrassed at the innuendo. I felt excitement growing in my groin from his suggestive tone. "Stephen is very kind to say that" I ventured, uncharted territory now. I would become more and more comfortable with these pick up lines as I grew older, but for now I was still a bit tense. "He taught me alot this summer." I found myself hoping he understood the meaning hidden in those words. "Really?" he questioned "by the creek, you mean?" He understood, and I was faced with the decision to admit it, or deny it and end this thing now. My better judgement told me not to get in over my head, but my better judgement had regularly lost out to my growing sense of need this past year, and now was to be another example of it. "Yes" I said, my voice dropping an octave and my eyes meeting his gaze head on for the first time. His eyes drilled thru me, and for a second I felt completely naked, powerless except for the growing heat down there. Involuntarily, my dick hardened and I was aware of it pushing thru my underpants and causing a bulge in my jeans. His eyes quickly picked up the sight, I could tell because they dropped to my crotch before returning the intense probing of my eyes. "Really?" again the question, but now not so much a question as a comment of fact. "And did you enjoy what you and Stephen did by the creek? I mean really enjoy it?" "Yes" I responded, truthfully "I enjoyed it a lot." There, it was out. There was no reaction that I could tell. "Have you done that with other boys before?" "Not at the creek, no." "I mean, have you done those things with other boys?" "Yessir" I was enjoying admitting this. "And did you enjoy doing those things?" Time for the truth again. "Yessir" "Have you done those things with.....with older men?" he seemed to stumble a bit, choosing his words carefully now as he took the conversation, the interrogation I thought, into more fertile territory. "Where?" "Well..." I tried to make this sound as mature as I could, but I wasn't prepared for a completely adult conversation at this point. "At...at the bus station. In the men's room." There, it was out. What did he want? "At the glory holes?" He knew. "Yes" I admitted, my voice a mere whisper. I was surprised he could hear me. Maybe he read my lips. "Ahem.." he cleared his throat nervously, checking the door to make sure no one was there. "And what kinds of things have you done there?" "I've....uh..." nervous now, but I decided to press on, say the words. Maybe that would relax the tension I felt. It was worth a try. Screwing up my courage as I recalled the wonderful time there, I chose my words simply. "I've sucked there." Whew, it was like a weight lifted from my chest, my eyes cleared, and I waited for his response. "I see" his comment hung like a cloud in the room. The silence was deafening as he chose his next words even more carefully than before. "And you like to suck?" "Yes" I whispered, bringing my eyes up from the floor to lock onto his gaze once more. "Yes, I like it. A lot." The effect was immediate. Mr Wade's tone turned from interrogation to inquisitive as we began a strange, almost sexual bonding. I still wasn't sure what he was getting at, but from the change in his manner I suspected he and Stephen had as much in common as I had. "Well Lesli, we have a lot of work to do to get you ready for a session at the conservatory. It won't be easy, I'll give you work to do, and I'll work with you myself, but I'm sure you're a willing student. Discipline is the key. They expect it there, and I expect it here. You must do everything I say, unquestioningly, and certain things, well....certain things shouldn't be shared with anyone except you and me. Do you understand?" Was he talking about music? Or sex? Or both? I suspected both, but I could only imagine the later. My mind swirled. Was he queer? Or did he just like sex with queers? "Yessir" I lied. I didn't understand at all. "Well, you're young, very young, and I don't know if you're ready for such a step." My heart sank. What was he talking about, too young? I decided to go for it, to get the conversation back on track, back to the sex. "Mr Wade, I may be young, but I am...uh...experienced. I would do anything for the chance to go to conservatory." I was giving it my best shot now. My eyes were locked on his, looking for any opportunity, any indication. Thru my eyes, I bared my soul. "Ummmm...anything?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at the insinuation in my tone. "Yessir" I said, softly "anything you want me to do, I gladly do." No insinuation now, just a bold offer. "You'll work hard. You promise to work hard?" "Yes" "And if I...if I...uh...if I ask you to do other things, you know?" I was sure I knew what he meant. It was time to let him know just how much I understood, and how far I would go. It was a gamble, and in my inexperienced exuberance I took the final, bold step. Without the knowledge, the experience to know just how wrong this whole thing could go if I misunderstood his meaning, I made the offer. "I'll suck your dick." I said simply. "Ahem...ummm...ah" he sputtered now, trying to gain the upper hand in the conversation again. My bold offer had taken him aback. "I see. Leslie, you're very young, and I'm....well, I'm old enough to know better. Are you sure you can keep this a secret, I mean, it's very very important that this remain a secret." "Mr Wade" I began, more confidently, more sincere now, "I'll do what ever you want. I'll make you feel good." I was making it up as I went now, my offer. "I'll practice, I'll work hard, and I'll suck your dick if you want me too. And I'll do anything else you want me to do. Anything." I didn't know much else, other than sucking his dick or letting him fuck me. But I was willing to, no make that I wanted to, do anything he wanted. I was hooked on the fantasy again. "I see" he seemed less flustered after my outright offer of having sex with him. "I would like to see you succeed Leslie, to grow into the potential I know you have. I will teach you. Everything I know, and then some. But you must promise that whatever we do remain a secret." I wasn't talking about music at all, and once having made the offer, I was so hot that I wouldn't let the conversation veer from the subject. I actually felt that I had the upper hand in the conversation. The man wanted me. "I won't tell anyone, Mr Wade. I'll suck you off and I will keep the secret." "Oh, good Lord boy" his eye lids fluttering now "I'll bet you would do that. And I bet you are good, aren't you?" "Uhhh..." now it was time for the conversation to turn and him have the upper hand. I was taken aback at his new interest and the tone of the conversation went straight to sex. "I think so. I mean...I mean I like it..I like doing it." "Well, desire makes up for skill in certain things in life. But you must promise that it will be our little secret." "I promise." "How long have you been...been...sucking?" he asked. "Over a year now." "And you've never been caught...outed?" "No sir. I've had some close calls" I admitted, thinking back to band camp a year ago and the three boys who took me into the woods. "Well, you have to be more cafeful then. I'm older and you're underage. We have to be careful. As much as I would love to have your pretty mouth on my cock now, it's too dangerous. We must find a safer place. So, you must act as if there's nothing between us, do you understand? No special favors, no knowing looks, understand?" I understood completely. Although I wasn't versed in sex and the law, I knew enough to know that Mr Wade could get in trouble messing around with me since I was underage. "Yessir, I understand." "Good, very good Leslie. Now, on to class with you. I'll set up a practice program for you, we'll have to discuss it with your parents. Are you ok with that? I mean, do they suspect anything?" "No sir, they don't know. I've kept it secret." So far, but would I continue too? I didn't know, but I knew I wasn't about to blow this opportunity now. "OK, let's talk later. I'll start with the application. And as soon as we discuss it with your parents, we'll begin the....uh, the sessions." Sessions would take on new meaning in the weeks and months ahead. Sessions would become something I would remember the rest of my life. to be continued lesli99@hotmail.com