Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 18:28:59 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: YoungTimes Parts 4 - Youth/Adult Story

Young Times Part IV

My second year at band camp was much more relaxed than the first.  Oh, the
work and practice wasn't easier, but I was more at ease with my own
sexuality now, and not ashamed or afraid of what I might do.  I had come to
accept myself during the course of the summer and my sexual orientation.

Accept is, perhaps, too conventional a description for what had happened.
In fact, puberty had kicked into second gear, and my sexual drive had
increased to incredible proportions relative to a year ago.  I masturbated
every day now, and for the past two weeks had become a regular fixture at
the bus station men's room, spending up to three hours a day there in the
stalls, sucking dick, having my dick sucked, and in one marathon session,
servicing a seemingly continuous stream of men.  I had spent nearly six
hours in the same stall, taking on anyone who would offer his dick to me to
suck thru the hole.  "Glory Hole" as I understood it was called.  I had
gained a certain notoriety among those who frequented the station.

Since most of my experience there had been with men, my "other" life, among
my friends, had become extremely limited, and except for a few, I shunned
most contact with my own age.  I would even come to know several of my own
kind among those I met at the station, leading to more interesting times
ahead.

So it was a breath of change that I went to band camp.  Among kids my age,
with a common love of music between us, and band camp seemed a different
world to me.  Gone was the smell of urine and disenfectant, replaced by the
clean, if hot and humid, green smell of the country.  Back with my fellow
band members, without the daily relief of the glory hole, I would change
gears again, and for the first few days - for the first time all summer,
sex took a back seat to a more 'normal' routine.

But the 'normal' world, as I would come to realize for me at least, was the
same as always, filled with everyday experiences and fraught with everyday
foibles.  The only difference lay in the mix of people around me.  I still
found myself attracted to boys, and by the third day of camp I found myself
masturbating in the toilet facility attached to the boy's showers.  I went
there two and three times a day to relieve myself, with the idea in mind
that by doing so I reduced the risk of getting into more trouble.

But a strange thing happened during that second year at camp.  My
increasingly practiced eye detected the presence of several boys who I
began to suspect shared my predilection for their own kind.  I hadn't
noticed it last year, I hadn't noticed it during school, but several band
members seemed different now, more effiminate.  Not extremely flagrant, but
I noticed mannerisms departing from the more normal macho 15 year old male.

I wasn't flagrant, at least I didn't think I was.  Perhaps others saw the
same thing in me that I saw in some of the boys, I didn't know.  But at
least I was starting to pick up signs among others, and I found myself
constantly watching them for confirmation of their orientation.

Subservience, I came to realize, was a major thing with me.  In thinking
back on my short, one year, series of experiences, I realized that I had ,
each time, given myself over submissively to my partner's advances.  Other
than those experiences triggered by shower room encounters, I had always
been the passive participant in my couplings.  The boys and men in my life
had always made the first move, or the suggestions and I had meekly done
what they wanted.  It seemed to fit my style, and I was confident that
there would always be someone else who initiated sex with me.  Surely it
was a safer procedure to follow, one that precluded any misunderstandings
on my part, and more importantly, protected me from the possibility of
getting beat up if I made an unwelcome advance.  I was now practiced at
steeling glances at my classmates in the showers without being caught and
suffering the consequences.

So band camp became, at the end of the first week, and adventure in finding
possibilities to practice my new found skills.  And opportunities, I would
soon discover, abounded in this environment.

One of the older councilors, a Sr high band member, Steven seemed to me a
bit on the effiminent side.  He wasn't as 'butch' as the other councillors,
or for that fact most of his Jr band charges.  He also seemed to be one of
Mr Wade's favorites, accompanying him almost everywhere he went, sleeping
in the same cabin with him, and making the daily trips to town that Mr Wade
made for 'supplies' or something like that.  I made an effort to speak to
him everytime I could, without being obvious about it, and by the weekend I
noticed that he was speaking to me, coming by my seat as we struggled thru
difficult classical arrangements and generally being attentive.  Of course,
he was a clarinetist like myself, I thought, so maybe my hunch was all wet,
but I didn't think so.  When he touched me gently on the shoulder one day
during a particularly trying piece, it seemed to confirm an interest, and I
redoubled my efforts to be nice to him.

"It's so damned hot today" he remarked at one point during a break in
practice.  We were standing at the water machine in the back of the
practice hall, a giant pavillion by the mess hall.

"Yes, I'm sure I feel myself melting into my seat each time we play that
damned arrangement" I responded, trying not to meet his eyes and give
myself away.

"Well, it would certainly be a crying shame for such a nice looking boy
like you to begin melting" he said, the innuendo fairly dripping from him.
God, he was obvious.

"Why, thank you" I fairly fluttered, my voice at least an octave higher
than normal.  Good going sport, I thought, if that doesn't give you away
you might as well just drop to your knees and offer yourself up to him.

"I'm going to solve all that as soon as this session is over" he went on,
his voice lower, more intimate now.

"Oh" I questioned "and how will you do that?"

"I found a beautiful little spot on the creek, down that path on the far
side of the practice field, were the water is chest high, and I love to
soak there."

Dare I?

"Oh, I've been using the pool for the same thing."  My voice was lower now
as the conversation turned intimate, or at least seemed to.

"This is better" he went on "more..you know..more private.  You can skinny
dip there without being disturbed."  Bingo.  Now all I had to do was follow
up on this.

"That sounds like fun" I tried to mask the excitement in my voice.

"Well, look..why don't you try it.  No one goes there that I have seen, I
always have it to myself."

"You don't mind sharing?"

"To save a sweet boy from melting" he laughed, his voice low and full of
intimation "no, I could make the sacrifice."  We both laughed, less nervous
now, as the bonding began.

"Right after practice?" I confirmed.

"Yes, as soon as band breaks up and the afternoon rest begins.  Just follow
the path at the other end of the field, thru those woods, and about 100
yards down you'll come out on the creek.  Walk to your right, along the
creek to where it makes a right hand curve, thru some high weeds and on the
other side you'll see a clearing by the creek.  It's really secluded."

"And it's ok to go there, I mean you won't get in trouble with Mr Wade
wandering off like that?"

"Believe me, it's alright.  I go there everyday."  I filed the instructions
in my memory as we took our seats for another grueling hour long session.
Steven seemed to pay particular attention to me during the practice,
standing behind me for long periods of time.  I felt his hand on my
shoulder, offering encouragement, several times during the hour.  I was
sure I knew what he meant.

The session, finally, ended, and we broke for the afternoon activity
period, which usually consisted of the pool, relaxing in our cabins, and
general inactivity.  Strange name 'activity period' when most exhausted
campers just chilled out.  Such are the vagarities of camp life.

I grabbed a towel from my bunk, slipped into my shower shoes, and trecked
across the practice field finally locating the almost hidden entrance to
the trail that Steven had described.  It was a narrow, almost overgrown
path that lead to the creek.  Following his instructions, I made a right
turn and picked my way along the creek, no apparent pathway, until I found
the bend and pushed my way thru an extremely overgrown patch of brambles,
scratching my lets until they brought blood.  One thing was for sure, no
one who didn't know about this path would ever suspect that it led to
anything.  Emerging on the other side, the way was easier and I finally
made it to the clearing he had described.  Dropping my towel, I stood on
the bank, watching the gently swirling pool.  It was serene here, untouched
it seemed, by humanity, and I found myself in another world.  The birds
chirping and the gentle gurgle of the creek the only sounds that registered
in my ears.  Steven was right, it was a perfect spot to relax, and I sat on
my towel, examining the cuts and scrapes on my legs from my tangle thru the
weeds.

I hadn't been there more than a minute before Steven emerged from the path.

"Hi" he greeted me "been here long?"

"No" I admitted "I just got here myself.  This is a beautiful place."

"Yes, it's so remote, yet so close to camp.  I come here every chance I
get." he said.  He was carrying a small knapsack slung over his shouler,
and I noticed he had changed into short and tennis shoes.  He produced a
blanket from his knapsack and spread it beside me.  "What in the world
happened to your legs?" he asked, looking at the scratches.

"From the weeds, I guess."

"Well, get in the creek and wash the blood off, I have something for the
cuts."  I rose to walk to the creek.  "You'd better take off your shorts
and shirt, or you'll get them soaked."  I slipped out of my shirt, then my
shorts, and piled them on my towel.  Slipping into the water, I felt a bit
sefl concious being naked in front of the older boy.  He didn't seem to
mind, and by the time I reached the chest high center of the creek, I
turned to see him wading in behind me.  My eyes were drawn immediately to
his limp cock, dangling in front of him and swinging slightly from side to
side as he gingerly negotiated the rocky bottom near the bank.  I was
standing in sand now, and the cool water soaked every bit of the sweat and
grime from me.  He came near.

"Wow, this water does wonders for you, doesn't it?  I mean after all the
heat and sweat of the day, this is like an oasis."  I had to agree, the
water, the surroundings, the remoteness of it seemed like a different
world.  I let my hands splash water all over my exposed shoulders and face.
It felt wonderful.

After a few minutes of this, he turned and headed back toward the bank.
"Come on, time to attend to those scratches."  And I obediently followed
his lead, watching with interest as he came up out of the shallow water and
his butt fairly undulated as he walked.  God, he was hot I thought, as I
caught sight of the back of his ballsack and dangling penis.

I followed him to the blanket, where I plopped on the edge and dried myself
off with my towel.  The blanket was big enough for both of us, and my towel
was wet, so I just sat there.

"Lie back" he instructed as he fished into the knapsack and produced a red
tube, unscrewing the cap.  I complied, the blanket cool and comforting on
my naked back and legs.  He knelt beside me, and I swear it was all I could
do to keep from touching his penis, and began rubbing the cool, wet
salvelike substance on my legs, starting at my ankles and attending to
every cut on first my right and then my left leg.  He examined me the whole
way up, looking for more scratches.

"Ummmm" I sighed as the liquid cooled as it evaporated on my skin.

"Like that" he asked, it's a lubricant, but it works on everything, it has
a special anti inflamatory ingredient, or something in it.  Supposed to
take pain away at the same time it lubricates."

"Oh, yes, it feels wonderful" I admitted, closing my eyes and covering them
with one of my arms.

"And that?" he queried as his fingers played lightly across my ballsack and
up to my penis.

"Ohhhhh...yessss" I sighed again as my dick responded to the attention of
his cool, soft fingers.

"Obviously" he chuckled as his fingers strayed the entire length of my
shaft, stopping only to cup the head.

"Ummmmm" I murmered.

"And thatmmpth?" came the muffled question as I felt his mouth engulf my
stiff rod.  He slipped first half, then the entire length of it in his warm
wet suck hole.

"Oh, God....yes.....oohhhhhh" I moaned in obvious delight as his tongue ran
circles around the underneath side of my head.  Even with my entire penis
in his mouth, he could manipulate his tongue back to the head.  It was
heaven.

"Mmmmmphhhhhh.....ummmmmmmmm" he moaned, his mouth too full to talk now.
He was good, so very good, and this was the first time in my life that a
boy had taken my entire lenth inside, and I felt the sensation of his nose
burying itself in my pubic hair.  I arched my back in an attempt to help
him swallow it all.  He then began bobbing up and down on it slowly as he
settled in to the blowjob.  I was responding to him now, my fingers curling
thru his long hair, pulling his head down to me.  I was on fire, and I
found his cock, tucked between his legs as he knelt there, pulling on it
gently.

"Oh?" he remarked, pulling my dick from his mouth "and what have we here,
reciprocation?"  Still holding my wet dick in his hand, he slid his feet
out from under his butt and stretched out, head to.....well, head, beside
me.  As he took my swollen prick back into his mouth, I found his semi
erect penis and pulled it to mine.  He was about the same size as me, not
big, but not overly small, and I remember thinking that I shouldn't have
any trouble fitting this piece of meat in my mouth.

"Ohhhhh.......mmmmmmmmmm" he moaned as I pulled the head in past my lips
and onto my tongue, where I began to imitate the attention his tongue was
giving the head of my cock.  We settled into a steady rythm of sucking now,
syncopated, broken only by the occassional diversion of our mouths to lick
and suck at each other's balls, then right back to deepthroating each
other.  It was a very comfortable coupling between us, and we stayed like
that for a long time, my head resting on his upperthigh and his propped up
on one elbow.  I was lost in the dual passions of sucking and the wonderful
feeling of being sucked.  He shifted position slightly, rolling onto his
back and pulling me on him.  I rose to my knees, my cock dangling down in
front of his mouth - well for a second - before he raised his head and took
me in his mouth again.  I dropped my face to his waiting cock and bobbed up
an down for two strokes til it was buried in my throat again.  We continued
in this position for what must have been thirty minutes of pure pleasure
before I felt the tell tale tightening of my scrotum signalling that I was
about to orgasm.

"I'mmmmmmm....goinnngggg.....cummmmm" I managed to get out.

"Oh yes, cum in my mouth" he gasped and I felt his mouth open wide as I
complied by shooting my entire load down his throat.  He sucked and lapped
at it until the spasms subsided and then began a gently pulsating suck to
get it all out.  I was drained.  He rolled me off him and sat up, licking
his lips clean of what little cum had escaped his sucking mouth.  I lay on
my back as he rolled over on his stomach and laid an arm across my chest.

"God, that was good" he sighed.

"Yes, it was.  But I wanted to make you cum too" I admitted.

"In due time, believe me, we have plenty of time."  We made idle, post
coital talk now, nothing serious, until we got to the subject of camp.

"I don't remember you from last year" I said "I'm surprised that I don't.
I mean, surely I would have noticed you."

"No I wasn't here last year" he explained "I was at conservatory, up at
State last year and I missed camp."

"Conservatory?  Music conservatory?" I had heard of it, a place where
really good musicians went to college.

"Yeah, Clyde....er, Mr Wade got me a spot in the summer high school
program.
  I spent two glorious months up there."  I was impressed.

"Wow" I exclaimed "that's some honor, I guess."

"More than that" he laughed "it's a summer vacation you wouldn't believe.
>From this standpoint" he went on and squeezed my limp cock for effect.

"What do you mean" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Well, just let me say that it's a very permissive atmosphere - for boys
like me and you - if you know what I mean."  I didn't, at least I wasn't
for sure, but I had an idea from the way his fingers played along my cock.

"You mean.....?"

"Yup.  I mean the place is flaming.  I think the percentage of gay boys, or
at least bi or bi curious, there must be better than fifty percent."

"You're kidding" I exclaimed, unable to imagine something like he was
describing.

"Nope.  Apparently bright musical students have a propensity for....shall
we say....what you and I are doing.  And it's relatively open...I mean
compared to high school.  Several of the instructors are openly gay, and
the scene in the dorms is something you wouldn't believe.  A real place for
boys like us to let our hair down, so to speak."

"And they don't get busted, or expelled, or anything?"  This sounded too
good to be true.

"Well, it is true.  Why, there was one boy there....I mean, he just went
from door to door on the dorm hall, knocking and offering blow jobs to
anyone who wanted them.  He never slept in his bed the whole two months.
It was absolutely Sodom and Gomorrah in the twentieth century."

"Wow, and Mr Wade got you in?"

"Yeah, it was his old school, and apparently he has a lot of pull with
certain people up there.  He arranges for his special students to attend
from time to time."

"God, I would love that" I sighed.

"Well, talk to him about it when school starts, I'm sure he can arrange
something, I mean, if you're good enough."

"How good is that?" I asked.

"Oh.....he'll let you know if you're good enough.  He says that ' it's ten
percent talent, and ninety percent desire' that it takes to get there."
And with that, he rolled me on my right side, facing away from him and let
his hands play over my butt.

"Ummmmm.....you have a nice butt.  Have you....have....I mean, has anyone
been back there?" he whispered the question in my ear.

"Uhhh...no" I admitted.  I had thought about it, but no one, so far, had
even expressed any interest in that.

"Ummm....a cherry.  Would you like to have me back there...would you like
to have me screw you?  Get your cherry?"

"I....I don't know" I lied.  I would love to have him screw me.  But I was
a bit apprehensive about doing it.  I mean, what would I do if it hurt?

"Lie on your stomach" he instructed, giving me a little push to help me
along.  I complied, crushing my hardened cock against the blanket as I did.
Steven gently spread my legs into a vee, and knelt behind me, kneeding the
soft flesh of my cheeks with his hands.  It felt sooo good.  He dropped his
face to my butt crack and spread the cheeks wide.  The next thing I felt
was what has become one of my favorites as his wet tongue played at my
tight pink hole, licking and wetting it.  I almost came on the blanket when
he did that, my cock as hard as a rock against the blanket.

His mouth, lips, and tongue worked me over for what seemed like hours as he
inserted his tongue as far as it would go up the opening.  My muscles had
relaxed to the point that his tongue had no problem penetrating easily.  I
was feeling wet and loose down there.  He continued to slurp and wet me
with his saliva until my hole felt as if it was mush, and the tightness
completely disappeared.

That must have been what he was waiting for, because the next thing I felt
came out of nowhere as his finger, cold and wet from the lubricant, played
along the opening.  I slowly, gently pushed it in me, a mere fraction of an
inch at a time, until my muscles went limp.  By then I could feel him in
side me, his whole finger, to the knuckle.

"That's it, relax.....just open up and relax.  It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Nooooohh....it feels wonderful Steven......it feels wonderful" I gasped.

"Good.  I think you're ready, aren't you?" he questioned.

"I...I...yes, I think I am" I replied.

"And you want it, right?"

"Yes, I want it.  Very much" I admitted, and before I could utter another
word, he was on top of me, his legs fitting between mine, and I felt his
condom encased cock between my butt cheeks.  Then as I lay as still as I
could, the tip of his cock replaced his finger in my hole.  I gasped with
trepidation as I felt the pressure back there, but he shushed me and
pressed down with his body.  The pain was excrutiating, and I took another
sharp breath as it pulsed thru my butt.

But I wanted this, and I knew I was going to bear whatever pain it took to
experience it.

"Try to relax more" Steven suggested "try to relax your ass muscles and it
won't be so uncomfortable."

I tried, and found that by concentrating on pushing back to meet him, my
muscles did relax a bit, just enough for his to slide in a little farther.
I pushed back harder, still in pain but with the first real feeling of
excitement as I realized that he was now fully inside me, his pubic hair on
my ass cheeks.  He began to slowly withdraw from the close tight confines
of my asshole until only an inch or was still inside, then he bore down,
burying the entire length inside me again.  I continued to thrust back with
my butt, meeting his every stroke, and before I knew it, I had raised my
stomach and chest off the blanket, raising slightly on my knees and giving
him a better angle of attack.  This position allowed him to get at least
another inch or two inside me, and I felt absolutely full now.  Each time
he withdrew I felt my anal walls cave back in to their normal size, then
when he slid in, the stretched to accomodate him.  The pain, no doubt
helped by the lubricant, eased a bit, and was replaced by a feeling so
incredibly overpowering that I found meself welcoming each thrust and near
panic when I thought it was all going to be witdrawn from me.  I hunched
back, chasing Steven's dick each time he started to withdraw it, and rammed
myself back on him each time he thrust forward.

This was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced in my life.  My
insides were on fire with the desire, the need for his cock to fill me
completly.  I wanted this, I needed this, and I didn't know at that moment
how I had ever lived without it.  It was a turning point of sorts.  I had
graduated from the simple, innocent act of sucking cock, to the very
submissive role of giving myself completely to a boy.  I had crossed any
imaginary line between simple adolescent curiousity to being a confirmed
queer, letting another boy fuck me in the ass.  And enjoying it.

I was hooked, and as Steven's breathing became shorter and more labored, I
knew that I was indeed giving him my all.  I wasn't cherry in either end
now, and the thought of it made me hard.

Steven didn't last much longer, giving up in a final grunt and thrusting
deep inside me, so deep in fact that he set off a chain of events way up
there than resulted in my dick spewing it's load all over the blanket.  As
he continued to thrust and moan, I slid on my knees til I was flat on the
blanket again, where he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, motionless,
for at least five minutes before nature took it's course and his softening
dick slipped from my hole.

We lay there for the longest time, he on top of me, my legs still spread
wide to accomodate him.  I couldn't believe what we had done.  I had, in
the truest sense of the word, gone all the way.  I had given him my most
intimate possession, my true virginity.  I could never turn back now.

And I had no intention of turning back anyway.  There was too much pleasure
out there for me to experience.

To be continued.....

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