Date: Sun, 23 Nov 1997 09:05:39 -0800
From: falm <falm@bohem-net.cz>
Subject: Pneumonia

My true childhood story.

A Pneumonia

	It was in 1964, about. That year I was seven years old, the pupil
of the second class of basic school in that days. I was just a small gaunt
boy - really thin, skinny, even the scrag.
	No wonder when doctor stated a beginning pneumonia, she was afraid
of tuberculosis and had decided to send me immediately to the hospital.
	To be opened, when I was taken to hospital I do not remember these
moments and my feelings, at all. Just I know, the first week I was alone on
one room like on a solitary confinement, I was terribly boring there. In
fact I did not feel I am seriously ill. Sometimes very good woman-teacher
came bringing me some text books. But if I did dot learn it did not matter
to her, anyway.
	Sometimes there came a good woman.teacher. She brought text books,
but if I did not learn anything it did not matter, at all. Well, I had an
apple in my bedside table (I don't know why I remember just this detail:
propably because it was prohibited and I was terribly afraid of loosing
that apple). Of course, I remember my parents coming to visit me, twice or
three times; sure I was getting some injections. But on the other side
there was a tedium, a tedium.
	Than, or I was really to be better, probably, or my room was needed
for some epidemic cause, because I was moved to the room of older boys.
	This was quite another joke! These boys were older and being a
child I always got on well with older people more than with my
classmates. It was funny to be with them and they were kind to me. They did
not make me anything wrong, at all. Maybe, this was why each of us was ill
a little bit. And the illness, if you know, makes weaker the black-guardly
tricks.
	The day was organised here by the hospital rules, of course. But it
was more rush and interesting now. We were "a gang". And probably just that
boyish spirit had started to restore our health much more erarlier: 'cause
one day, like by the miracle, we started to rush and raise hell in the way,
that doctor had to threated us to be driven out home.
	And the story of this had happened after when nurses left us, just
that evening. I felt assleep clasically. I was just a kid, yet. But the
wispering of the boys woke up me, anyway. I fidgeted at the bed which was
crunching at the moment. Now I heard my thwelth years old neghbour calling
me in a loud whisper:
	"Martin, hey Martin, are you sleeping?"
	And again after short moment:
	"Don't sleep!"
	But till that moment I heard such of strange chats that I was
acting to be asleep.
	"Let him be, he's sleepin'."
	Than the neigbour boy was talking again to me:
	"Martin, don't sleep, come to lick a dick."
	I think it's not necessary to desribe to you the feelings inside of
me in that moment. There was starting to drone in my ears. This was by the
excite, by my inner discrepancy, and particulary by the fact that I was
feeling rising up my small "pin" in a pyjama.
	The neighbours voice was enticing me again. But I was terribly
ashamed. So I layed hudled, with the back to my neighbour, but intensed
waiting and listnening what is going to be.
	I understood in that moment, that it is not only a matter of my
neighbour. I caught that this was a sexual rough game of all room - of
other five boys about, too. I turned inconspiciously, opening my eyes just
a little bit so nobody could recignize that I am not sleeping. Luckily I
knew this trick very well, always, when willing it.
	Really I saw: my neghbour with his (for me in that days!) big dick,
in the dark of room. He thought I woke up, so he turned his dick to me,
just next to my mouth.
	"Martin, have a lick."
	I was frightened of that size. So I continued acting to be
asleep. And than the neighbour moved to the oldest boy lying on the opposite
side of the room and row - just by the window, but my bed was by the
door. The oldest boy was about 15, dark hair, with the clear pubic
moustache. (I am remembering it now like it would be happening just now.)
	My neigbour came to him thrusting up his cock. I saw the older boy
licking that cock through my semi-closed eye-lids.
	"Fie, it tastes salty."
	"Never mind. Who's the next licker, yet?"
	Next three boyish figures turned up from their beds. I closed my
eyes in that moment, just hearing sometimes some smacking.
	"Who'll lick the one of mine?" started the other's voice.
	"And the one of me?"
	A rustle of the boyish pyjamas make me no doubts for what is done
to be here now.
	The top of that games was the voice of the oldest boy:
	"Hey, boys, who will lick my ass?"
	I was listnening with the intense, if there will be some of
dare-devil. It was my neighbour again who was the courageuos.
	"Me." Yes, all that joke was his idea, after all.
	My cock was up and I was ashamed and was hardly fighting with
myself. Shall I "wake up" or not? What case of it would mean was absolutely
clear to me.
	And than I felt somebody staying above me, again. I did not hold
out that force and opened my eyes. The neighbour was against me with his
cock again. Whe he saw me being wake up, he asked me again:.
	"Martin, won't you to lick?"
	This question had waylayed me. I was ashamed again and that is why
I lost my chance:
	"Don't want," my voice was trembling. "I want to sleep."
	And than, like on a command, the boy put his dick to pants and so
the other boys did. Than somebody had whispered, maybe by joke maybe by
true:
	"Hey, the nurse's coming!"
	On that all the boys jumped to their beds, acting being asleep.
	Well, I don't remember anything for more. Just I know that in my
spirit was rising a sorrow and the belive that I really had to lick in that
moment which I lost.

) falm 1997