Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 09:17:49 -0500
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young Times Parts 18

Young Times Part XVIII

I woke to the sunlight streaming in thru the open blinds, cutting thru my
head like a knife.  The pounding in my ears was in perfect symphony with
the stabs of pain as each beat of my heart pumped oxygen to a brain that
wanted no more than to be left alone.  My bunk seemed to be doing end flips
and my hands had to fight to keep me from falling out.  Actually, fallling
out may be a better alternative to laying here and flipping with the bed.
I tried to steady myself and get out of bed but nothing seemed more
difficult.  With resignation I dropped my head back to the pillow as the
bed resumed it's end for end flipping.

What I was experiencing, as Adrian patiently explained, was a simple
hangover brought on by all the beer I had drunk the night before.  Well I
had news for him, there was nothing simple about it, and I was definately
near death here.  I couldn't move and I told him so.  He brought some
aspirins and water and I settled back to the pillow as he promised to
explain to the instructor than I was feeling 'under the weather' and was
staying in bed today.

Nothing would make the pain go away but perfect stillness, a complete lack
of movement.  I did that well as I lay on my back with my eyes closed and
tried to breath normally so my oxygen hyped blood wouldn't try to kill my
brain.  Even thought seemed to hurt, but as the events of last evening came
slowly back to me, I thought more and more.

The group sex of a few nights ago, and even the group grope in the shower
room yesterday didn't even hold a candle to what had happened in Tom's
room.  But I had been sober and I could remember everything about the first
two.  I had lost much of last night as the beer flowed and I slipped deeper
into my first drunk.  I did remember that Tom had made love to me (I had
taken to calling it that because I felt there was an element slightly
beyond just sex in what we had done), I had sucked Adrian off while Chucky
did me.  I remembered, slightly less clearly, that someone else had fucked
me and I think I remembered sucking one or two cocks.  I think one, or
both, came in my mouth.  Much beyond that though was not only unclear, it
was missing to the point that I may have dreamed it.

Maybe not.  I did manage to slid my hand under the covers with the idea in
mind of checking myself over, but the pain in my head had other ideas and
it was at least an hour before I tried movement again.  Better luck this
time, and I slid my hand down past my underwearless buttocks and brushed a
finger across my hole.  It was wet, attesting to my obvious promiscuity.  I
mean, Tom wore a condom, that I remembered, so any lingering semen must
have been the result of another coupling.  And the last time some one had
cum in me it was dry by morning.  So either someone had just fucked me,
which I know wasn't the case since I had been lying here near death for
hours, or a lot of people came in my box last night.  While I didn't know
for sure, I could guess which was the case.

I gently pressed my finger to the source of this wetness and was surprised,
no shocked, to find that it went up in me without the slightest hesitation.
The cum was flowing out because my sphincter was stretched to the point
that it no longer held my lips together.  Pushing on, my finger was
completely inside my asshole and met no resistance.  I was literally
stetched wide open, and as I withdrew my finger I felt more cum seep out.

I brought my finger to my nose and smelled the pungent aroma of shit and
cum.  The cum was still warm from being inside me all night, but it smelled
now not like the creamy liquid I loved to taste.  Instead, it had an
extremely offensive acrid smell to it.  In fact, it stunk and I quickly
took my finger away from my nose.  The quick movement brought on more pain
and in a few seconds another reaction.  My stomach rolled like the bed had
been doing for the past hour, and when it did it signalled the end of my
repose and an immediate call to action.  I fought the pain and did what I
knew I had to, I rushed to the bathroom, arriving just in time as my
stomach rejected the accumulation of beer and cum in one swift, arching,
stream.  Lucky for me I literally fell in front of the commode, otherwise I
would have made a real mess.  The mixture in the bowl, once I had the
courage to look at it was obviously beer and cum.  Lots of both.

I stayed on my knees, glued to the commode for what seemed like another
hour before I had the courage to get up and stumble back to my bunk.  I
didn't, however, have the strength or courage to climb into the top bunk,
so I collapsed in a heap on Adrian's.  I was in that position when he came
at lunch to check on me.

"You alright?" he asked as he starred at me, comatose on his bed.  I
couldn't answer, only groan.  It was the only thing that seemed to help.
He brought me some more aspirins and water and sat on the bunk as I
swallowed them down.

"It's cool.  The instructor's cool with you staying in the dorm today.  I
told him you were ill."

"I'm not ill" I managed to get out "I'm dying.  Ill goes away, death
doesn't."

"Happens to everyone sweetheart.  Happened to me the first time.  But I
must say I don't know of anyone who's mixed their first drunk with such a
performance."

"Wha...........?"  what was he talking about?  Could he shed some light on
last night.

"Well, let me put it this way..........there are those inconsiderate souls
who will forever refer to you as the gangbang queen of conservatory."

"What...........why?"

"Well dear, and I'll put this delicately.........I don't think I've ever
seen, not here nor anywhere else, someone who.....shall we say, someone who
abandoned ALL their inhibitions so enthusiastically as you."

"What....I mean.....whaaaa?"

"Well, and don't get me wrong I think you were a marvelous good sport, but
I don't think I've ever seen someone take on as many boys as you did.  It
was, like, you took on all comers.  No pun intended darling."  So now I
knew why my ass was in the shape it was.

"Did I?  I mean, what did I......"

"Oh, I would say almost everything.  And, I would say, most everyone.  At
least everyone who came to Tom's room.  And once the word spread, I would
say that was anyone who was interested.  No, seriously, you were the
friendliest and most sought after boy there.  Don't you remember anything?"

"I, uh, I remember Tom.  And you.  And Chucky.  And one or two others.  But
after that.........well....."

"Let's see.  Oh, yeah, Tom and me and Chucky, then......oh yeah, the tall
blonde with those incredible blue eyes and that manly piece of meat.
And........the black boy who has that 'pimpy' mustache.  And the kid who
came to play the clarinette but switched to sax the second day, you know
the one.  And, let's see......the two guys next door came in sometime.
They both had you.  And the kid, oh I don't know his name but he screwed
you once and wanted another piece but he couldn't get hard.  And you, well,
you were busy blowing someone else and I made him hard and he had another
go at you.  And, let's see, it seems to me that Tom had you again and I
think he blew you right after that.  And that's maybe half of them because
I was busy in between and didn't see everyone you were with.  And I did
alot myself so you can guess how many I missed seeing."

"Oh God.  No, I don't remember half of them.  How long did I..........."

"Give it up I think they call it.  How long did you give it up?  Til I
brought you back here.  I would say a little after midnight.  You were
eating Chucky's brown spot and kept trying to get him to shit in your
mouth.  Really honey, you are some perverted slut.  Just kidding.  Anyway,
at that point I figured you were really gone, so I packed you up and
brought you back here.  You kept trying to open doors, said you wanted to
'sleep with every boy on the floor', but I did manage to get you back here
and throw you into your bunk.  I'm honestly amazed that you didn't blow
lunch all over the place.  But I see from the bathroom that you did manage
to purge."

"I feel awwwful" I groaned.  I don't know if being sick was worse than
having Adrian recount lastnight or not.  They were both pretty awful.

"Well, just lie there and don't worry about a thing.  Only time takes the
sick away."  And with that he put a glass of water on the floor beside the
bed and left to go to lunch, promising me that I wouldn't die.  I wasn't so
sure about it as he was.

The afternoon went from bad to better, and I drifted off to sleep for a
while and when I awoke the headache had, as if by magic, disappeared.  I
felt strong enough to get off the bed and risk a shower which made me feel
even better, although not good enough to do anything but drag myself back
to bed.  My hole had finally stopped leaking, and when I put my finger to
it later I noticed that it had seemed to tighten a little.  I found some
lip balm and applied the slightest bit which seemed to help.

I was lying there when I heard the quiet knock and saw the door open.  It
was Tom.  My heart almost stopped at the sight of him as he came in.

"Hi" he said as he sat down on the edge of the bunk "Are you ok?  Adrian
said you weren't feeling well"

"I'm.......well, I may live.  Yes, I was feeling awful for most of the
day."

"Well, I must apologize.  For what happened I mean.  I guess I didn't know
you weren't a beer drinker.  And, I mean, for what happened afterwards.
When you said 'the more the merrier' the other night, well I just assumed
you were ok with a group.  I mean, I wouldn't have left the door open
otherwise."

"Oh, no......I didn't......I mean, that was ok.  And I'm OK with beer.
Just, well that was the most I've ever drunk.  But it wasn't........I mean,
your fault.  I mean the group thing........well, you know, I really do like
that."

"Well, word got around after a while and a lot more people showed up than I
expected.  But you did seem cool with it.  But I worried about you,
especially after you got so drunk.  And after so many.........I
mean.....how does your box feel?"

"Pretty loose, I guess.  And I've been wet down there all day."

"Yeah, well........roll over and let me have a look.  Make sure there's no
damage.  I mean.........as much as you took."  I rolled on my stomach and
felt Tom's warm hands spreading my legs.  It felt good, and when I his
hands parted my cheeks it felt even better.  He kneaded the flesh and
spread me further, to get a better look.  As his finger touched my enlarged
hole I felt the first stirring of renewed passion.  I was going to live
after all.

"Looks pretty stretched.  But nothing that time won't heal.  No bleeding or
ripped skin.  You should be alright."

"I feel better already" I sighed, my dick hard against my stomach as his
touch brought me back to sexual life.

"Look, you had a lot last night.  In fact I don't remember anyone taking as
much as you took.  In one night I mean.  But....well, I think you should
think a little bit more about your health.  I mean, well, I never fuck
without a condom.  And everyone else, but me, fucked you without one.  I
mean it only takes one to infect you and, well with as many as you did, I
mean, well you know?"  No, I didn't know.  I had never thought about
sexually transmitted deseases because I reasoned that the people I was
having sex with didn't have the in the first place.  I mean, girls made
boys were condoms when the fucked so they wouldn't have babies, right?  I
didn't think I had to worry about being pregnant.  But I didn't want to
piss Tom off so I said yes.

"Good, now I've got more than enough and I'm going to give you some and I
want you to make use of them."

"OK" I said.

"Now, I think I know something to take your mind off that awful headache"
he continued "roll over here" As I complied he ran his hand up my leg to my
half hardon.  At first touch it stiffened a little more, and as he bent
over and ran his tongue the length of a wave of excitement made me tremble
as I caught my breath.

"That's more like it" he whispered and took the head between his lips. I
was on fire with an overpowering sensation of ecstacy as his lips and
tongue stimulated the sensitive area just beneath the head.  I moved my
hands to his head to encourage him further, and taking the hint, he
engulfed my entire penis with his mouth.  Pausing, I felt his tongue
running the length of the shaft, massaging it as he held his mouth still on
it.  After a full minute of this, he began moving off, pulling off til just
the head was in his mouth and giving the shaft a gentle squeeze with his
fingers before sliding them up and down it a few times in a jacking motion
as his tongue once again found the sensitive skin beneath the head.  I was
in total heat now, the headache and all thoughts of the terrible sickness
of the day gone.  He was carrying me up and away to a sexual cloud
somewhere, and I was holding on as he carried me there.  By my penis.

He increased the pace now, bobbing up and down and taking all my cock in
his mouth til I felt the head hit the back of his mouth.  The pressure on
my cockhead was maddening as it lodged at the entrance to his throat.  I
couldn't take it any longer, this passive one sided role, and I tried to
reach down and find his cock, but his position put it just out of reach.

"I...........I want...........let me.........."  I half begged as I tired
to find his cock.

"No, this is to make you forget how you feel" he said, taking my cock from
his mouth.

"I need it Tom.  I want to...........eat you while you eat me."

"Sure you're up to it?"  he questioned.

"I've.......oh, I've never wanted anything more in my life" I admitted.  It
was true.  He was giving me an extreme amount of pleasure and I knew the
only thing that I wanted more than having him suck me was to suck him at
the same time.

Tom complied with my wishes by simply swinging his feet from the floor to
rest at the head of the bed.  Doing so brought his legs up beside me and I
scooted down a bit on the bed to bring my face in line with the zipper on
the front of his shorts.  Reaching up, I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled
the zipper down, exposing front of his white briefs.  I took hold of the
elastic waste band and pulled both shorts and briefs halfway down to his
knees.  His semi hard cock popped out in my face when I did this.  I tried
to make my eyes focus as I brought a hand to it.  It was, as I have said
before, the nicest cock I have ever seen, bar none.  Perfectly
proportioned.  The veins were just starting to enlarge, giving it a
textured look like a piece or art rather than a human appendage.  I starred
at it as I ran my fingers gently over the length of it, pausing to tickle
lightly at the underneath side of the head where I knew it was most
sensitive.  I brought the head down to meet my tongue and flicked along the
head, taking care to run it into and around his enlarged piss slit and
delighting to find the first drop of pre cum waiting as enticement.

No longer able to contain my hunger I took the head between my lips and
stretched them over my teeth, careful not let them scrape the skin as the
head passed thru the 'O' formed by my lips and into my mouth.  I could feel
my mouth producing saliva in anticipation.  I strained to open my mouth
wide enought to accomodate him.  I knew from past experience that I could
never fit him all inside, but I was content in knowing that I could take
enough to make it worthwhile for him.  Before I knew it half of his rock
hard penis rested in my mouth and the head was just forcing its way past my
gag reflex.  I brought both hands up to hold the shaft between them and
began gently jacking him off as his cockhead lodged firmly in my stretched
throat.

"mmmmmmfffffff...........ummmmmmm........." I don't know if the sounds came
from me or Tom.  Or both.  It was obvious that we were both into this as we
continued to blow each other faster and faster with an urgent need to
satisfy and be satisfied.  We were connected in an intimacy only
cocksuckers know, and we were striving to exploit that intimacy until we
relieved each other of the pent up lust and sexual desire that drove us to
this coupling in the first place.  Mutual oral copulation, or if you like,
face fucking.  The description didn't matter, only the extreme stimulation
of Tom's mouth on my cock while I lavished my new found skills on his.
That's what it was all about now.  Getting there is half the fun of it, and
we were going to take all the time we could in getting there.

Tom was nibbling my nuts now as his hand jacked me and I took the hint to
do likewise.  His ballsack with tight, full of the white, milky liquid that
I knew I would soon enjoy as my reward for all this effort.  Not that the
effort wasn't reward enough, but I knew the ultimate compliment he could
give me for my work was to empty himself in me, fulfilling my need to taste
his essence, his manhood.  And I knew I would take it, hungrily, willingly
as the act of accepting his cum was, to me, a compliment to him.  It is the
ultimate compliment a cocksucker can give, eating the creamy gobs that shot
into my mouth like a hungry slut.  Tasteing, savoring, and then in a most
appreciative act swallowing it down.  Letting it fill the emptiness my
stomach had become.  Digesting his protein rich semen and extracting a
measure of him from it.  You are what you eat, as they say, or as I've come
to think of it, you are who you eat.

We were at the brink now, both of us gone back to the other's cock, sucking
deeply.  Tom had me all the way in, I had nearly three quarters, or at
least nine inches of him inside me, his cockhead having slipped into my
throat, making breathing difficult.  I tried breathing thru my nose as much
as possible, but I found even that impossible as the head slid a good three
inches down my throat, cutting off the air passage.  I pulled him out,
gulped a breath of air, and plunged back down.  His tongue was driving me
wild as he slid it up and down my shaft.

"Ummmmmmmmm...........ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....."  it was Tom, signalling that he
could hold out no longer.  Fearing that he would choke me, and knowing that
I wouldn't taste his cum as strong if he shot straight down my throat, I
pulled back til his cockhead was on my tongue.  As I jacked him furiously I
felt the first powerful spurt of jism as it shot out of his cock into my
waiting mouth.  I clamped down with my lips as my mouth filled with the
warm gooey liquid and savored the strong taste of it on my tongue.  He shot
again, and again, and I swallowed once, feeling the warmth slid down my
throat as my mouth filled again.

I was concentrating so intently on taking Tom's load that my own orgasm
crept up on me and I found myself emptying into his mouth in a series of
mind wrenching spurts that he took hungrily.  We continued to fill and
drain each other until there was no more.  Drained, we lay in a stupor,
gently licking each other clean of the last remnants of love.  And, in my
case, I think it was just that.  Love.  I had never felt so strongly about
a boy in my whole life.  Being with him was heaven to me.

"Well, well.  Someone sure made a dramatic recovery from the gates of
death"
  Adrian's voice invaded our reverent mode as he strode in the room.

"Mmmm hmmmm" I sighed, not even attempting to move.

"Mmm hmm" Tom agreed.  As he said it he took my cock in his mouth,
prompting me to do the same as we mutually decided, without a word between
us, that a repeat was in order.

to be continued lesli99@hotmail.com