Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 18:28:59 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: YoungTimes Parts 3 - Youth/Adult Story

Young Times Part III

They didn't keep the secret, of course, the upperclassmen or someone spread
the story around band camp the next day, and by the time we were all on the
bus headed home, almost everyone knew about it.  Oh, not their names, who
they were - of course - but me, everyone knew what I had done in the woods
that night.  I could hear snippets of conversation as we rode along, and my
ears especially picked up on key words I knew referred to me.  Mary, queer,
faggot,sissy, sucker, and the like punctuated conversations I knew were
about me.  I was mortified, and I sat in silence, starring out the bus
window at the passing scenery, not seeing it, just starring as we rode
along.  Mercifully the ride ended and I escaped to my waiting parents,
answering all their dumb questions about camp and fun and other nonsense.
I had escaped.

By the start of school term it was obvious that I had been outed.  My
friends, oddly enough, were curious about it, but I wasn't ready to discuss
it.  Not just yet.  It had been a private thing, as far as I was concerned,
and I didn't talk about it.  Not even to answer their questions.  Life for
me was in a curious holding pattern, and I was waiting to see what happened
next.

Eighth grade, junior high, was a dizzy blur as we checked class schedules,
lockers, gym classes, and band.  The next week was filled with forms and
new things to discover.  It was hectic, but we would grow used to it.

At least we weren't in high school, although the two schools shared the
same parking lots.  Our school was removed from high school by those lots,
and although we could see the high school students as they walked from
their cars to the buildings, we had no contact with them.  None other, that
is, except for shared buses.

Seniors mostly drove cars to school, and I was spared having to confront
any of the three who had taken me into the woods that night.  Even during
band, our junior high band didn't practice with the high school band, so I
didn't have to worry about meeting them at school.

Home was a different manner, and the phone calls started the second week of
school.  I was in my room doing my homework when my mother called up that I
had a phone call.  Taking it in my room, my caller waited for the telltale
click of my mother hanging up before speaking.

"Leslie?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, this is he" I answered.

"This is...Scott" the name didn't ring a bell, and my silence must have
given away my ignorance.  "Scott, you know from band camp.." still no bells
going off in my mind.  "From the woods..you know?"  I knew.  He was one of
the three.  I didn't know which one, but definitely one of the three.

"Uhhh...which one?" I stammered, my face red with embarrassment.

"The last..uh, the third one" and now the memories came flooding back.
Scott, the third one, the one who had treated me nice.  He had been gentle.
I had fond memories of all of them, but Scott was the nicest to me.

"Oh..uh.hi" I responded meekly.  I wondered what he was thinking about, why
he had called.  Certainly he was thinking back on the incident now,
remembering what I had given him.

"Hi..uhh.listen.I, uh I wondered if you wanted to go for a ride, you know,
just get out of the house for a while and take a ride."  I think I knew
exactly what he meant, and my heart raced at the thought.  At least I hoped
he meant what I thought.  Maybe I should make sure.

"Uh, sure, I mean, yeah.  Where too?"

"Uh, you know, just around."  That was good enough for me, I was sure I
knew what he meant by 'around'.

"Sure" I said "uh where should I meet you.  I mean, would you pick me up,
or what?"

"Uh, well...maybe you can meet me at Pine and Third, you know it's just a
few blocks behind where you live."  I knew where it was.  It was deeper in
my neighborhood, near the park with the fishpond.

"Yeah, sure.  When?"

"Like, you know, as soon as you can.  I can be there in ten minutes."

"OK" I agreed, and we hung up.  Still flushed with excitement, I informed
my mom that I was going out for a while, to a friend's house to help him
with his homework.  She told me not to be late, and if I was, to be quite
when I came in.  Perfect.

The three blocks fairly flew by and before I knew it, I was approaching the
park.  It's darker in this part of the neighborhood, and just the
occassional car passed me as I walked.  Standing by the park entrance, I
wondered how long Scott would be.  Within five minutes a car approached and
pulled in beside where I stood.  Scott invited me in, and I slid into the
passenger seat of his beat up old Camaro.

"Hi" he greeted me.

"Hi" I responded, my voice cracking in anticipation of what ever was going
to happen.  He drove around the darkened streets, the dash lights casting a
dim glow over us.  He was silent for a while.

"So" he began "how long can you stay out?"  Making conversation?  Or
genuinely interested in how long I could stay?

"Oh, no particular time, I guess."

"Uh.so, do you mind..uh.do you mind where we go?" he asked.  I was
confused, but I didn't want to let on.  What was he up to?

"Uh, no, I mean..uh.where did you have in mind."

"Someplace..uh.I mean someplace dark, you know, where no one will see us.
I mean.." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah, sure.  Sure.  Anyplace is fine with me."  I knew exactly what he
meant.  He didn't want to be seen with me in his car.  His reputation I
suppose.  To me it didn't matter.  I knew, or at least I thought I knew,
what he wanted me to do, and anyplace was ok with me.

"The trashcans?" he asked.  I had no idea what or where he was talking
about.  "Yeah, the trash cans" he repeated.

"Where?" I queried.

"It's a parking spot.  Dark.  No one around.  I use it with my
girlfriend..well I used it with my last girlfriend, to park."

"OK" I said.  I had no idea where it was, but if that's where he wanted to
go, I would gladly go with him.  And within another ten minutes we were
pulling in the darkened lane, trees and bushes to either side of the car,
hiding it, swallowing it up after we had gone not fifty feet.  He stopped
the car beside five huge trash dumpsters.

"As I said, the trash cans."

"Oh, yeah."

"Uh..uh.how do you want to do it?" he asked, the confident tone of his
voice replaced by a questioning one.  I think he was just the least
embarrassed now.

"Uh, I...I mean..however" I replied, again not sure, but almost sure, of
what he was asking.

"Why don't you just lean over here and..and.suck it" he finally blurted.

"OK" I whispered, already moving to position myself so I could get at him.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled them to his knees, raising his behind
as he slid them over his butt.  His thing was sticking straight up.
Obviously Scott had been thinking about this for a while and was in a state
of excitement.  Balancing on my knees in my seat, I stretched across the
console and lowered my head to his lap, bracing myself with my outstretched
arms on either side of his legs.  The heavenly smell of his manliness hit
my nostrils on the way down and then my mouth found his hard penis and
opened instinctively to take him inside.  The head was wet with slime, and
it tasted sweet in my mouth as I opened wider to try and take more inside.
The angle of attack was conducive to this, and I easily had half of him in
my warm mouth before I began slowly bobbing up and down, impaling my face
on his rod.  I couldn't move my hands to it, so I simply slid it in and out
of my mouth, my sucking making him even harder as I did.  He was humping up
to meet me now, and a strange thing happened.  On the downstroke, the tip
of his dick pressed against the back of my throat, gagging me briefly,
before forcing itself further down my throat.  I found that by straining to
open my throat muscles, he slid neatly down my throat, and I was delighted
to feel his soft pubic hair mashed against my nose.  He was completely
inside now.  I had taken his entire 8 inches inside me, and it fascinated
me to no end to be able to do this.

Scott was too excited to last long, and before I could really get into it,
his warm wet goo was shooting in my mouth.  I tried to capture it all, but
gravity worked against me and it flowed out between my lips and the shaft,
puddling at the base before running slowly down to his ballsack.

"Godamnit, you made a mess.  Shit, lick it up" he admonished.  Swallowing
what I could, I pulled his cock from my mouth and began licking at his
balls, catching the cum before it made it's way to his seat.  It tasted
wonderful, strong and acrid, and when I finished I had it all over my face.
I plopped down in my seat, wiping the cum from my face with the back of my
hand.

"I'm...uh, I'm sorry I yelled at you" he began "it's just that this is my
brother's car and he has a shit fit if I mess it up."  How sweet, he was
apologizing at me.  Instantly I felt on top of the world.

"That's ok" I said softly, genuinely smitten by this show of kindness.  I
couldn't hold back my feelings any more, and the words just came out "will
you call me again?"  Oh God, I thought, how fairy can you be.  I sat,
shaking, for what seemed like an eternity.

"Yeah, sure" he answered without hesitation "yeah, that would be great."  I
was alive with adoration for him now, and as we drove back to the park I
kept stealing looks at him in the glow of the dash lights.  He was soooooo
cute, and the thoughts of what we had just done kept me on the cloud I
seemed to be on.

An even bigger surprise awaited when he drove me home.  Not to the park
where no one would see me get out of his car, but home, pulling into my
driveway and everything.

"Well, bye" I said as I opened the door to leave.

"Leslie...uh, thank you.  That was good." Oh my God, he actually thanked
me.
  I would have done it a thousand times without any thanks, but he had
thanked me for it.  I was in love.  Puppy love, maybe, but love non the
less, and my feet seemed to float over the pavement of the driveway as I
made my way inside and up to my room, where I promply stripped naked and
masturbated to the vision of Scott.  I slept like a baby.

Love aside, school came the next day and I was back into the grind of it,
classes and all.  It was exciting and mind numbing at the same time, but at
least the days sped by faster than in summertime.

My first great challenge was gym class.  For the first two weeks we had
health classes and no dressing out for gym.  That turned into full blown
gym classes the third week and by mid week we were into exercising which
carried with it the mandatory showering.  I tried to hang back, but my
class was so large that it was impossible to escape showering with others.
No matter how hard I tried, my eyes were drawn to my fellow classmates as
they stood naked in the showers.  I was becoming obsessed with the male
organ now and found myself starring at them, sizing up each, and wondering
what the smelled and tasted like.  The thoughts aroused me, and by the
second day of showering I was caught outright with a hardon.  One of the
bigger boys came over to me and hit me in the side of my head, knocking me
down, causing the stars to come out as I gropped to stand.  He hit me again
and I fell on my back this time, my legs splayed out in front of me.

"You sissy faggot, stop starring at me or I'll wipe the floor with you" he
yelled as he brought his foot down hard to my stomach.  I felt like
throwing up, the water pounding down upon me.

"Hey, stop that" the deep voice boomed out.  It was Mr Clay, our gym
instructor.  He pushed the boy away from me and helped me to my feet.
"Both of you, get dressed and in my office, now" he commanded.  I struggled
to the locker room, gasping for air as the stars began fading in the
distance.  I dressed and made my way to his office, where I joined the boy
in front of Mr Clay's desk, my face still red with embarrassment.

"What the hell was going on in there?  Don't you know the rules against
fighting of any kind?"

"He was looking at me, Mr Clay" the bigger boy said "like a faggot or
something."

"Is that true Leslie?" Mr Clay asked.

"I....I...well....I didn't....." I tried to string a sentence together but
I was too affected to make sense.

"Like a faggot, looking at me down there" the boy tried to interject but
was interupted by Mr Clay.

"I asked Leslie, now you shut up."

"I...didn't...I mean, I wasn't....I didn't mean to." I finally got out.

"Wesley, you go.  Get on to class.  Leslie, I want to talk to you."  Uh oh,
I was in trouble now.  I knew it.  The other boy left, and I stood looking
at the floor, obviously guilty of the crime of stealing a look at the other
boy's thing.

"Leslie, let me explain.  I know this first experience of showering with
others in Jr high can be intimidating for some.  I know it may not be what
it seems, but you must understand that some people are suspicious, I mean
it could be that he's just paranoid, but you have to be careful, especially
in the shower, at how you look at others.  Now I don't want to hear of this
again, ok?  Are you alright now, I mean did he hurt you."

"No sir, Mr Clay.  I didn't mean to be starring.  I won't do it again, I
promise."

"Good, good, now go on to class.  And have a great day, ok?"  What an
asshole, I thought to myself, here I had been beaten up by this bully, and
the asshole tells me to have a great day.  Hey, here's a thought, do you
job asshole and keep bullys like this from making my life hell.  Jeez, I
was steamed.

I kept my distance in the showers from now on, making it a point to stare
straight ahead, at the wall, as I quickly showered, and pulling on my
underwear immediately after coming out of the shower so there would be no
more accidents.

Aside from that incident, life at school for me settled down into a
pleasant experience.  My grades were decent, I enjoyed a few of the
classes, and things went along fine.  Scott called me from time to time,
and we went for night time rides, ending with me giving him what he wanted
everytime, and enjoying it immensely.  I was becoming practiced at the art
of cocksucking, able to bring him off quickly or slowly, depending partly
on his mood and partly on the length of time since he had cum last.  He
began dating Sheryl in October, which cut into our time together at first,
but when she held out on him, he always came to me for relief.  I decided
that I must be better than a hand job, because he admitted that he jerked
off less and less since meeting me.  I loved him more each time we were
together, my first love.  My memory of how it all started, the old man in
the boarding house, eventually slipped to the back of my mind, replaced by
the wonderful times I shared with Scott.  He would graduate in the spring
and leave town, but I knew we would meet again in life.

My friends were still my friends, but many of them remarked at how I had
changed over the summer and fall.  I didn't admit anything, but the
questions, which I just laughed off, kept coming.  No one seemed to know
for sure, so I left it at that.  A haunting mystery, I imagined.

Fall streched into winter, then spring and then, before I knew it, summer
had arrived.  My eighth grade year was behind me as I celebrated my 15th
birthday, two days before Scott left for Navy bootcamp.  I cried my self to
sleep on the night that he left, remembering the wonderful experiences we
had together.

Summer was rough on me, I masturbated every day, at least once, sometimes
more, as I tried to relieve the sexual tension that built up with no
apparent release.  My salvation was near, but it took me almost the entire
summer to find it.  When I did, it was so simple that it amazed me.

It was a warm August day, just a week before band camp was scheduled to
begin, and I had been downtown, shopping for shorts and socks for camp,
when the need to deficate hit me.  The nearest available public restroom
was the Greyhound bus station, so I made my way quickly to the mensroom,
taking immediate care of my needs.  As I cleaned myself and prepared to go,
I noticed a large round hole in the partition, just back of the toilet
paper holder.  Funny, I hadn't noticed it before, but honestly my mind
wasn't on anything but my bowel distress then.  As I bent to examine it, I
noticed strange white and clear streaks on the partition wall.  What in the
hell was this, I asked myself, and as I peered thru it, I saw there was a
matching hole on the other side.  My curiousity aroused, I sat back down on
the commode and examined it more closely.  The hole had obviously been made
with great care, it was about three inches in diameter and the wood had
been cut finely.  No burrs or splinters, as if it had been cut with a saw,
and sandpapered smooth.  I still couldn't imagine what it was for, and I
was just getting ready to leave when the door to the adjacent stall opened
and closed with a click as the latch was fastened.  Leaning closer to get a
better look, I saw legs, then trousers coming down, and then to my utter
surprise, I found that by leaning at a certain angle, I could just glimpse
a man's erect penis pointing down at the commode.  A stream of yellow pee
arched out of it and into the commode, making splashing sounds as he aimed,
obviously, at the center of the water.  I watched in fascination as he
finished, shook the remnants of pee from his penis, and dried it with a
piece of toilet paper.  Expecting him to put it away again, imagine my
surprise as he began to slowly, almost imperceptively let his fingers play
along the length of it's thin shaft.  His fingers went around the girth of
it and he began a very deliberate jacking.

I moved to get a better look, shifting on the commode and bringing my eye
closer to the hole.  As I did this, he turned to face my direction and the
head of it pointed straight at me thru the hole.  Mezmerized, I found
myself drawing even closer to the hole in an effort to see as much of it as
I could.  He must have taken this as some kind of sign of invitation,
because as I sat there, transfixed by the site of it, he brought it even
closer to the hole until the head was resting on the wood.  The wheels of
my mind raced now, and I moved even closer, close enough for him to see
some of my face thru the hole.  Sure enough, the head pushed thru and
extended about two inches on my side of the partition.  Unable to control
myself, I brought my lips to it, mashing my nose against the hard wooden
wall.  It tasted sweet, with just the slightest hint of pee as I sucked it
gently into my mouth.  It seemed to grow, but I suppose he just pushed it
farther thru, knowing that an eager mouth would take all he offered, and
within a second my mouth was filled with the head.  I realized now that I
was going to have to do all the work, so I moved my mouth back and forth on
it, hollowing my cheeks as I applied what I thought to be just the right
amount of suction.  He responded by pushing even more of his thin member to
me, and before I knew it he was at the back of my mouth and then slightly
down my open throat.  Wow, even after sticking it thru at least an inch of
partition he still had enough cock to fill my throat.  I imagined how it
would be without the partititon.  He must be at least ten inches long, I
thought to myself.

That would be the last real thought I had as my mind bent to the task at
hand, and I seemed on some kind of auto pilot as I bobbed on it, sucking it
deep in my mouth before pulling back til the just the head was between my
lips.  I could hear faint whimpering from the other side as I gently sucked
him, and glancing down, I could see his shoes sticking out from the bottom
of the partition.  I imagined he must be pressed against the partition now,
shoving all his manhood thru to the greedy mouth which was devouring him.

This went on for the longest time before I noticed that his cock was
pulsing in step with my sucking action, and then I felt the tell tale
swelling of the shaft as he released his hot, sticky goo into my mouth.  I
sucked hard and was rewarded with a massive amoung of cum, so much that I
couldn't hold it all in my small mouth, and I could feel some of it
escaping around the tight 'O' of my lips and running down my chin, where it
hung down before snapping and falling to the floor, between the 'v' formed
by his shoes.  As my chin slapped against the partition, the cum stuck
there and slid down slowly.  I remember thinking those were the stains I
had seen earlier.  Obviously I wasn't the first person to suck a cock thru
this hole.

He came inside my mouth for the longest time, as I alternated between
sucking and swallowing, and I took his entire load.  It was strong, with
the taste of the sea I thought, and the texture was grainy, not smooth like
I had experienced before.  The thought crossed my mind that I was becoming
a quite an experienced authority on the variety of cocks and cum in my
life.

He withdrew, leaving another trail of slime at the hole, adding no doubt to
that deposited by other horny men over time.  I cleaned my face with my
hand, sucking each finger and licking my palm to remove the last vestiges
of the semen reward I had received for my efforts.

I sat in another sexual fog, vaguely hearing the door slam as he left.
What had I done?  Was I so depraved that I would come here to seek sex.
What kind of person came to a bus station mensroom to suck cock?  It
finally dawned on me that the stains I had seen on the wall were proof
positive that others before me had done the same thing I had.  Others had
sat on the commode, or knelt on the floor of this mens room sucking the
cocks offered up by men in the next stall.  Others before me had obviously
accepted a cum reward for a job well done.  The realization of it all made
me extremely hot, and my hand went instinctively to my hard dick, which I
dug out an began stroking.  I imagined all sorts of lewd scenes of other
men and boys eagerly, hungrily devouring the man meat thrust at them thru
this manmade hole.

I was on the verge of cumming when the sound of the door opening and
shutting again jerked me out of my reverie.  An eye appeared on the other
side of the hole, and a finger thrust thru the opening, ringing the hole in
a circular motion.  I had no idea what that signalled, but instinctivly I
rose and put my dick at the hole.  Fingers clutched at it and drew it thru
til I flattened myself against the partition, straining to get as much thru
to him as possible.

I felt the warm wet lips grip at my dick, pulling me into his mouth, where
the sucking drove me insane.  I couldn't last, and the first ever blowjob I
received brought me off with a thunderous climax as the cum roared up from
my balls, thru my penis, and spilled into the accomodating mouth on the
other side.  I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm as I pumped what
seemed like a quart of semen into him.  He sucked and slurped until I was
dry, sated by his expert oral manipulations, and I fairly collapsed on the
commode seat in a swoon.  I was oblivious to everything now, and the
whispered 'thank you' from the hole barely registered in my mind.

I answered my own questions on the way home.  People like me came to the
mensroom to suck.  Cocksuckers like me knelt on the floor and eagerly
gobbled the meat thru the hole.  Queers.  Faggots.  Maybe even sissys.  But
who were they?  These queers.  It was a small town.  Surely these queers
were know to be queer.  Surely the bus station was known as a place where
you could go to get a blowjob.  That's why the holes looked so
professionally done.

And I answered the first of my questions - yes indeed I was depraved enough
to go there and do exactly the same thing.  I knew in my heart that I would
be back there again.  It was too easy.

To be continued

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