Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 21:51:29 EDT From: lesli 99 Subject: Young Times Pt VII - gaymale, youth-adult Young Times - Part VII "Yeah, he's as queer as you and me" Stephen said. I had called him on the phone the evening after my conversation with Mr Wade in his office. "His apartment if full of pornography, he's showed it to me. We've watched porn movies and everything. The first time, well the first time I was over there, he showed me some magazines he's got. I was hot as hell, and then he started talking to me, you know suggestively and all, and he made a pass at me and I responded. We ended up in his bed, sucking each other for the longest time. And the third time, I think it was the third time, after we had sucked each other for a while, he rolled me on my stomach and stuck that big dick of his in my ass. I thought I was going to die from the pain, it was the first time I had been fucked, and he rode me til he came. Oh yeah, he's queer, and he really likes young guys." "Jeez" I exclaimed "I didn't know, but I suspected. He really put me thru and interview. I wasn't sure what I should say, and it just came out." "Well, I told him that you were interested in conservatory, and he started asking me all about you, and I sort of let it slip about what we had done by the creek. He knows about that place, he's been there before. As a matter of fact, he took me there my second year of camp. He doesn't go there much now, I think he's too afraid of getting caught. He used to do it in his office too, but now he doesn't. He uses his apartment. And other places." "Do you still have sex with him?" I asked. "Yeah, quite a bit. He told me about conservatory, and the more he told me the more I wanted to go. It was everything he said it would be." "He said we would start sessions, is that practice?" "Probably. Some times. But I think he means more like, you know, sex sessions." The goose pimples popped out when Stephen said that. I can't say I was scared. I hadn't really been scared of having sex with anyone since the first time. I've heard the stories of girls having to make a big decision whether or not to have sex before marriage, holding out for 'Mr Right' and all. I had no hang ups like that. I had wanted it the first time, and I wanted it more each time I had the opportunity. Did that make me easy? I guess so, and I knew it didn't bother me. It wasn't so much a problem of going thru the mental excercise of deciding to let someone do it to me as much as it was finding as many boys who wanted to. My only feeling of trepidation came if I approached someone I wasn't sure about. And so far, at least in my limited experiences to that point, I hadn't had to approach anyone, they seemed to approach me. The situation would change, of course, as I ventured farther from Stephen and Donnie in seeking sex, but for now, I seemed to have all I could handle with them. And if Mr Wade was really interested me, as he seemed to be, I was looking at even more activity than I imagined. I was giddy with the prospect of it happening. Donnie and I were busted at the bus station the next weekend. Well, 'busted' is not really the right description of what happened. We were warned, by the station manager, as we came into the station and headed for the men's room. "Hey!" he called out. We turned and faced him as he stroad toward us, a stern look on his face. "You boys. Stay out of the mens room unless you are using it. We've been watching who goes in and out of there, and you two have been seen going in and spending an awful lot of time in there. So stay out unless you want me to call your parents." That was enough for us. We both got out of there in a hurry. We would miss the opportunities, that's for sure, but at the same time, the threat of our parents finding out what we had been doing was something neither of us could imagine. As it turned out, opportunities would abound for both of us anyway. The rumor mill had circulated stories about me for the past year, but they were only rumors and no one actually approached me or confronted me with anything. That would change. Not because I did anything to validate the rumors. No, things would change because as a number of my classmates reached the advanced stages of puberty, their sexual urges and wants couldn't find appropriate outlets among 'normal' channels - young girls, for instance - they sought relief in ways other than masturbation. I suppose it is a natural stage for all young boys to go thru, the curious ones at least, seeking sexual adventure and relief wherever they can find it. Discreetly, of course, because no one is 'queer' at that age. Just inquisitive and experimental. Of course most grow out of it, growing up 'normal'. And of course, some don't. While this was 'just a stage', as they would describe it, for most of them, it was an avocation for Donnie and me. The first of these opportunities came with a phone call one evening. "Hey, Leslie" he began. It was Mitch, a boy I had known for a long time. I didn't know him well, we hadn't really been that close the last few years, but I did know him. "We're going to be playing pickup basketball after school this week. In the park, you know, the one by your house. Wondered if you can play?" Was he serious? I hadn't played basketball in years. "Uh...well, Mitch, I haven't played basketball since, you know I joined the band. I'm afraid I'm not very good at it anyway." "Yeah, well....uh...well, maybe you'd like to come anyway. You know, I mean...uh, you could watch." Watch? What was he getting at. "Well, I'm pretty busy. I mean, with school and band and all." "Yeah, I know. Me too. But, you know, I mean we're going to be playing, just blowing off steam and messing around. Get's you out of the house and all." I wasn't at all sure what he was getting at. "Oh sure. School can be pretty intense at times, especially after coming back from the summer." I laughed. "So...uh...so would you like to come?" I couldn't believe he was so persistent. All this beating around the bush. Did it mean something? I decided to play him along a bit to see if I could get to the bottom of this. "You want me to play? Mitch, I don't play well, as a matter of fact, I haven't played in years. No, I don't really think I will." "Well....well...uh, you could still come. I mean you could watch us play, you know, hang out. I mean it would get you out of the house and all." Definitely something more than meets the eye here. Here was a boy I hadn't hung out with in over three years, calling me out of the blue, almost begging me to come to a pickup basketball game. Something was up here, and my imaginative mind worked overtime trying to draw out the possibilities. "You want me to come and watch you play?" I was going to draw him out as far as I could. "Uh..yeah. Sure, I mean, it would be cool to have you watch us. I mean we could hang out, and...and...everything." It was obvious that I was asking many more questions than he had anticipated. He had something in mind, and I could almost predict what it was. The rumors he had heard must have led him to believe that I would jump at the chance to come to the park and 'watch' boys playing basketball. Like a little pupply, following them around just to have the chance to be with them. And what else did he think I would do? I mean, what would I add to their fun just 'watching' them play basketball? None. No, there was more that he wanted from me, and I had a very good idea what it was. I couldn't believe what I said next. It just came out. A thought that didn't take the time to register in my brain my mouth acted on it. "Like a cheerleader?" I joked. Oh shit, what was I saying? What was I thinking? Had I come to the point that I was comfortable enough with this to make that kind of statement. I mean, that was almost like coming out. Hell, it was coming out. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Uh....well....uh...." he stuttered. "Awww..I mean, I was joking" I tried to salvage the situation. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Oh....yeah....joking" he replied, obviously relieved that I had taken the serious sitation to a joke. But still, the way he said it left me thinking that he knew he had hit the mark. My strategy of drawing him out had backfired and he was back to himself now. "So, yeah, anyway. We're going to be playing every day after supper. Say 7 oclock, while the sun's still up. If you can come by, that would be great." "Uh, sure. I mean, yeah that might be fun. Get out of the house and all." I replied, trying to keep the conversation going. But it was too late, he was anxious to get off the phone now, and we said goodbye. After dinner was finished, I told my parents that I was going out to the park to shoot some hoops. They didn't suspect a thing, reminding me that this was a school night and I should be mindful of the time. Promising to be home by 9, I changed into shorts and a tee shirt, lacing up my tennis shoes on the back porch before setting off for the park. I looked the part of a 15 year old going off to play, even if in my mind I suspected something totally different. Appearance was everything with parents, at least at my age. It was only a five minute walk from my house to the park, and when I got there, the basket ball court was empty. Damn, was I that late that they had already finished? I didn't think so, and so I sat on a bench by the court and waited. And waited. I was just about to give up on the evening when I heard Mitch's voice. "Hey....Leslie. So you could come?" he was walking toward me from the opposite side of the park. It dawned on me that he lived on the opposite side of the park from me, not too far as I remembered. "Uh...yeah. I mean....uh..yeah" I was a total spaz when it came to small talk now. I used to be a normal kid, but now, well I guess it was all the uncertainty when I was talking with other boys. Did they know? If they did, what did they mean by certain things? It was a kind of minefield I seemed to be walking thru with each new conversation. Except for Donnie and Stephen, that is. But with everyone else, I seemed to feel my way along, waiting for each comment, each reply to sink in. I examined every comment for innuendos, something I had no time for before. But now, well on the one hand I didn't want anyone to know about my feelings, but on the other, if they did, I wanted to take every advantage of it. "Uh, yeah, well....I mean, great." Mitch seemed to be as tongue tied as I was. Was he nervous? You bet he was. I didn't know it at the time, but I would learn later that he had tried to call me three times the past week but had chickened out each time. He had practiced the disjointed conversation we had an hour ago until he had memorized it. Yeah, he was nervous. I could tell by the way he was talking now. Not talking to me as much as at me. "Yeah, well, nobody could make it tonight. School and all." 'OK. So?' my mind blurted out, but my lips danced in a different direction and nothing even remotely resembling that came out. "Yeah? Well, I mean, yeah it is a school night." Great going dufas. "Uh, you want to shoot a few hoops?" he asked, leaning on the back of the bench and twirling the basketball on his finger. Make that, trying to twirl the basketball on his finger. I laughed at his horrible coordination. He laughed back and the tension seemed to abate somewhat. "I'm really not that good. It just doesn't seem to interest me much anymore" I admitted. "Yeah, well, I'm not that much into it either. I...uh...well, to tell you the truth.....I, uh........." "You didn't really ask me here to play basketball, did you?" I guessed. I was surprised at where I was willing to let this conversation go. Well, let is not the right word. I was surprised at where I was willing to take this conversation. Because at this point it was going to be as much my fault as his if it went where I thought it was. "Well......" his face visibly red with embarrassment now "I....well..sure...I mean....." He was stuttering now, and I felt I had the upper hand again. "You mean no" I pressed on "don't you? You asked me here for something else, didn't you?" "You know?" he asked, his tone that of a little boy caught doing something naughty. And I was sure that was exactly what had happened. I had thought about it a lot since the phone conversation of an hour ago, and I was convinced that he was drawing me out of the house not for basketball, but something else. He had heard the rumors, I was sure, and must have wanted to do something. "I know" I said simply. I wasn't sure, but I was almost sure, that he wanted something from me. And the park, and the pretence of a basketball game were both part of how he was going to convince me to be here with him. But how was he going to initiate it now? How was he going to ask me to do whatever he wanted me to do? This was hard for him. I'm sure he had never done it before, and he was having trouble taking the next step in the face of my probing questions. As I have learned to do, so many times in my life, I had to take the next step if I wanted this to go further. And, no surprise, I found myself yearning for it to go further. Mitch may not have done this before, but I certainly had. I found myself in the dominant position now, for I was experienced at this. I was as experienced as he was inexperienced. And I took over. In a way that made me feel really good about myself and what I did. "Just what do you want Mitch?" I starred at him as I asked the question. He surprised me by coming back to his senses, regaining his self confidence. "Well" he started slowly, his voice firm, his words practiced. He had practiced this part of it too. "I mean, you know I've heard stories about you...you know, about what you like to do? I mean, I guess you did some things at band camp last year." So, I had guessed right. He had heard the rumors. Well, that wasn't hard to guess, I knew the rumors had been circulating all last year. A new confidence came over me as well, and I knew that I knew where this was going. Now it was only a matter of how fast. And where? "Uhhh, yeah. I know. And you...I mean...and now you want me to......." my voice trailed off, waiting for his response. Stop me Mitch, tell me. The confirmation came quickly. He was ready. Enough rehearsing, enough dancing, cut to the chase. Now. "Yeah. I mean, sure. I mean, if you want to. Uh...you do want to, don't you?" There, it was out. No more beating around the bush. "Uh, sure" I tried to be as nonchalant about it, but my voice cracked, giving away my true feelings. "Where?" that one little detail so important in matters like this. Wherever it was, it had to be a place where we wouldn't be caught. "The bathroom over there" he indicated, pointing to the squat cinderblock building on the other side of the court which housed both the mens and ladies restrooms. It was perfect, two stalls with locking doors and a urinal. Only vandals had ripped the doors off the stalls, but that didn't matter, it was turning dark and aside from an old lady walking her dog, Mitch and I seemed to be the only people on this side of the park. Mitch stood, inside the far urinal as I knelt on the cold hard concrete floor in front of him. He let me unbuckle his belt, unfasten his shorts, unzip him, and pull his shorts and underwear to his knees. His rockhard cock stared me in the face. I reached out with my right hand and began pulling gently on it, my fingers sliding from the bright red head to the mass of black mat that was his pubic hair. His nut sack was tight and I found myself fascinated at how much hair he had on them. Most everyone else I had been with didn't have much hair on their nuts. I let my left hand go to them, squeezing and pullling on them until the sack was rock hard too. "Uh, don't you...I mean, uh....put your mouth on it?" "Do you want me to put it in my mouth? To suck it? Is that what you want?" I was playing with him now. But I really did want him to ask me. It turned me on. I wanted to hear the words. "Yeah. Suck me. OK?" "Sure" I whispered, the end of the word muffled as I brought the beet red colored head into my mouth, closing my lips around it and hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him inside. "Ahhhhhhhhh" he moaned as I relaxed my lip lock just enough to suck the entire lengh of him, it must have been five inches, into my wet, warm, willling mouth. I bobbed on it now, taking it all, withdrawing, taking it all, in a rythm all my own. I was lost in the passion of the moment. Gone was the cold hard floor, gone was the smell of stale piss, gone was the danger of being caught, here on my knees with a cock in my mouth. Everything was gone except the utter reality of Mitch's cock and my mouth. That was all that was in my mind. All that was in my world. I felt myself giving up every last shred of every other thing in this world as I worked him in and out of my mouth. I squeezed his balls, I stroked the length of his shaft as I pulled my mouth back until just his head was inside and them plungeing back down on him til his cock head was at the entrance, and then past the entrance to my throat. It seemed to be one of the best blow jobs I had ever given. And then, with no more warning than a quick sharp breath, he was cumming. I didn't feel or taste the first spurts of his orgasm. They blasted into my mouth as I plunged him in, the cum and his cockhead both finding their way to the back of my mouth. By his third pulse I felt the telltale warmth, and the salty, pungent taste on my tongue. I swallowed each gob as it was deposited there, I didn't miss a drop. All of it went down my throat, spreading the warmth to my stomach. He pulled out quickly. Wiping himself with a scrap of toilet paper. He was obviously embarrassed now, and he hurriedly cleaned up and zipped up, leaving me alone on my knees there in the bathroom. "Thanks" he said as he left "Thanks for coming out tonight." And he was gone. I was shaking with passion now, the blowjob had me on fire. It may have been the danger of the situation, it may have been Mitch, it may have been a lot of things. But whatever, I was hot and I needed to do something about it. Taking a seat on the commode, I pulled my shorts down and took my dick in my hand. I quickly beat off, squirting into the bowl. I slowly came down from the sexual high as I walked back home. I would lay awake way past midnight replaying every minute of that blowjob. I could still feel the excitement of kneeling in front of Mitch, taking him in my mouth, sucking him til he filled my mouth with goo. I would still have the smell, the aroma, of his jism on my breath the next morning. I had crossed another line that night. Oh sure he wanted it, but I had wanted it even more. And I had done it right there in the park, not 3 blocks from my home. Mitch had heard rumors. But rumors where all. I had responded to him, I had proved to him that the rumors were true, that I did those things he had heard about. But more important, the line I had crossed that night? All the boys who wanted it had to do was ask. I would do it if they asked me too. And when that fact became known, my innocent middle school days were over. When I crossed that line my life changed in the most wonderful way. It may not have seemed like it at the time, but as I look back on it now, those were some of the most interesting, most exciting days of my life. to be continued lesli99@hotmail.com