Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 13:35:56 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young Times - Adult/Youth Gay stories

Young Times Part V

We walked back to the camp together, Steven and me, parting just before we
came out of the woods and crossed the practice field.  No one would know
what had gone on in that clearing by the creek bank except Steven and I.
No one had witness my deflowering, the giving up of my last vestige of
viginity, and as far as I was concerned, no one need know.

The dull ache in my ass was reminder enough for me, and the scenes kept
coming back in rushes, so vivid that they made me wet back there.

I skipped the shower, wanting to keep every bit of my skin, my self,
unchanged for as long as I could stand it.  It would be like washing Steven
off, I thought to myself, and I wanted him to be part of me til the next
time we were together.

Which was less than one day, to be exact.

"Skip lunch" he pleaded as he talked with me during the first break from
marching practice the next morning "we can have an hour together."  To tell
the truth, I would gladly miss all three meals, to have the chance to be
with him.

"OK" I assured him "same place?"

"No, during lunch we can use the cabins.  Everyone will be at the chow
hall.
  I'll come to your cabin."

"OK" I agreed, the thought crossing my mind that we seemed to be `dating'
now - at least in the loosest translation of the idea.  I could hardly keep
my mind on the practice, it kept wandering off to fantasies of what we
would do during the lunch break.  As much as I tried, I couldn't will my
dick to stay soft.

Lunch break finally came, and I hurried to my cabin as the other kids
wandered off to the mess hall.  I kept stealing furtive glances over my
shoulder making sure I wasn't followed.  'So far, so good' I thought to
myself as I opened the door to my cabin and found it empty.  My bunk was at
the far end of the cabin and I made my way to it, sitting down and waiting
for Steven.

He was only a few minutes behind me, coming thru the door and walking the
length of the cabin to where I sat.

"Whew, it's hot out there" he exclaimed "much better in here."  Small talk,
I guessed, and didn't know what to say.  So I just smiled as he came up to
me.

"Let me suck you" he said, kneeling in front of me and pulling my shorts
down below my knees.  He quickly took my dick in his mouth as I lay back on
the cot.  The warmth of his mouth was just as I had remembered from
yesterday, and just as I had fantasized all morning, and now that it was
finally happening, it was everything I had imagined.  Steven had a very
talented mouth, and he used most if not all of that talent on me now,
bringing me off in less than a minute.  I gave him the load that had been
building in my balls since yesterday and he handled it beautifully,
swallowing it in quick gulps and not missing a drop.  He continued to suck
me til I was literally dry, both inside and out.

"Wanna fuck?" he asked, wiping the remnants of my climax from his lips.

"Ummm...yes" I replied.  Did I ever!

"Then get up on the bed, on your knees" he instructed.  I quickly complied,
my shorts around my ankles, my butt stuck out behind me.  His fingers felt
cool and soothing back there as he spread my cheeks.  I pushed back to give
him all the access he needed.  I was rewarded by the tip of his finger
sliding past the tight 'O' of my sphincter.  It felt heavenly and I pushed
back even more, causing it to fully invade the tightness.

I heard them before I saw them, their voices laughing as then ascended the
cabin steps.  Luckily the door was at the other end of the cabin and I was
able to get off the bed and get my shorts up before they were inside.
Stephen walked toward them as I pretended to search my footlocker.  He was
out the door before they got fully inside, and everything appeared normal.
I was shaking, partly with the excitement of almost being caught, and
partly with the excitement Stephen's finger had stirred in me.

"The creek, same time, same place." he remarked in a low tone of voice
during our first break in practice after lunch.

"OK"

Practice seemed to drag on forever as my mind raced with the memory of what
we had done, and the fantasies of what we would do.  I kept a hard on most
of the afternoon, and I each time I caught sight of Stephen I remembered
the wonderful blow job he had given during lunch break.  I thought of the
fucking that had almost taken place, and my ass twitched as I remembered
what he had done yesterday.  By the end of practice I was in heat, and I
wasted no time in collecting a towel from my cabin and hurrying off to the
trail leading to the creek.  I was careful this time, picking my way thru
the stickers and weeds as I approached our secret rendezvous.

Much to my surprise, there was a boy sitting in the clearing when I
arrived.

"Uhhh....I....hi" I stammered in obvious embarrassment as I stood on the
edge of the clearing starring at him.

"Uh....hi....uh, I'm Donnie" he stammered equally embarrassed.  I
recognized him, he was one class back from mine.  He played trumpet.  I had
noticed him before, but not really.

"Uh...yeah, I know" I went on "uh, well...I mean...I was just coming down
here for a quick....uh...a quick dip before dinner" I lied.

"Uh...well, yeah, me too" he tried to explain.  We were both lying, it was
obvious in our voices.

"Hey...well, I see you two have beat me here" Stephen's voice broke the
tension between Donnie and myself.  Believe me, it was welcomed.  "You
haven't been doing anything I would do" he joked, and obvious play on
words.

"Uh, no" we both piped in unison.  It sounded so ridiculus that we both
broke out in laughter.

"Come here you two" Stephen said, and as we did he brought an arm around
each of us and planted a kiss on first Donnie's cheek and then mine.
"Donnie, Leslie, I asked you both here today for the same reason."

"Do you mean......" I started to say, looking first at Stephen then Donnie.

"That's exactly what I mean" he finished my sentence for me. "Leslie,
Donnie and I have done it.  Donnie, Leslie and I have done it.  I just
figured that since we're 'three of a kind' we might as well try a
threesome.  Any objections?"

"Uh..no" I stammered.

"No objections" Donnie quickly chimed in.

"Good then" he said, "let's get out of these shorts and in the creek.  Last
one in's a...."

"Pansy" I quipped, and all three of us giggled like school girls.  We
quickly shed our shorts and tee shirts and made our way into the creek.  I
was last, only by a split second, as I got tangled up in my shorts and
trailed the other two.

"Well, looks like you're the pansy today Leslie.  We'll have to figure out
what that means later, right now this water is heaven."  And we spashed,
floated on our backs, swam, and washed the grime and perspiration of a days
practice away.  The water was, indeed, heavenly but we didn't come there
only for the water, and soon we were back on the creekbank, spreading our
towels in the clearing.  Stephen had the largest, a beach blanket from the
looks of it, and Donnie and I layed our towels to either side of it.  It
was obvious that all three of us could fit on Stephen's, and that's just
what we did, lying side by side, or legs and arms touching.  Within minutes
the effect of the cold water had worn off and we all three sported boners.
Stephen was the largest of the three, with Donnie and I about equal at what
appeared to be five inches or so.  Donnie was uncircumsized, and the sight
of it fascinated me to no end.

"Well pansy Leslie" Stephen began "it falls to you to do your pansy thing I
guess.  Donnie, shall we let Leslie do pansy things to us?"

"Yeah" Donnie replied, a look of mock evil in his eyes.

"OK Leslie, you start us.  OK?" and with that, he rose to his knees and
positioned himself on one side of my head, his cock pointed across my face.
"Maybe you'll be a bit quicker in the water next time, huh?"

"And maybe not" I joked as Donnie's dick appeared on the other side of my
head.  I reached up with both hands and lightly stroked their rigid cocks.
I was mesmerized by the site of the two hard penises being stoked above my
face.  Releasing Donnie's, I raised myself to my elbows and slowly licked
along the length of Stephen's rod, first the base, then the shaft, and
finally the soft tender underside of the head.  I quickly took it between
my lips and continued to massage it with my tongue.  It felt wonderful in
my mouth, and my nostrils drank in the heavenly scent of his deodorant
which survived the dip in the creek.  I took more of him inside now, still
caressing the underneath side with my swirling tongue, and Stephen moaned
in pleasure.  In no time I had him completely inside, my nose pressed
against his pubic hair, and I went from there to a slow, head bobbing blow
job, withdrawing him completely from my mouth before wrapping my lips
around the head and impaling my face on the entire length again.  And
again.  And again, til he was moaning and groaning continuosly.

"Don't forget me" I heard Donnie say, and I pulled my mouth from Stephen's
wet rod and turned to face Donnie.  He was slowly jacking himself now, his
fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, the skin pulled back to expose
the pink knob.  I shifted position slightly and took the head between my
lips, remarking to myself on the difference in taste and feel of his prick.
I worked quickly to gobble it all down, my nose and lips pressing into his
pubic hair as I deep throated his five inches.  His cock was not as fat, or
as long, as Stephen's and he fit inside without the least bit of trouble or
effort.  I bobbed on him for a few minutes, enough to bring out a groan
from him, before letting him slip from my mouth and turning my attention
back to Stephen, sucking him for a few minutes before returning to Donnie,
replacing his jacking hand with my sucking mouth.

I had never experienced two boys like this.  It was almost like sucking one
cock continually, and except for the slight inconvience of shifting from
one to the other, I was sure nothing could compare with the pleasure I was
experiencing.

"Let's daisy chain" Stephen said.

"Huh?" I questioned, not knowing what he meant.

"Daisy chain" he repeated "let me show you.  Here, Leslie lay on your side"
and he lay beside me, spreading his legs slightly so that with my head
resting on his thigh, his dick was at my mouth.  "Donnie, lay here" he
instructed "spread your legs so I can get at your dick, and put your head
on Leslie's leg so you can get at his dick.  Viola, daisy chain.  See?"

We were arranged in a tight circle, my head on Stephen's leg, his dick in
my mouth.  He had Donnie's dick in his mouth, and I felt Donnie's wet mouth
on my cock.  It was a perfect arrangement, and we spent the next five
minutes sucking each other, oblivious to everything.  The combination of
Stephen's cock in my mouth and Donnie's wet mouth sucking me was more than
I could take, and I felt another orgasm forming in my balls.  My balls
tingled, my dick tingled, and I started to cum from the combined effect.  I
moaned out loud, my mouth still full of cock, as Donnie trapped and then
gulped down all of my load.  His mouth slowed it's action as I became more
sensitive, but he never once took it out.

"Lesli, it looks like you get the prize for cumming first" Stephen said,
pulling my cock from his mouth.

"No, I got the prize" Donnie chimed in.

"Well, there's plenty of prize for all of us" Stephen replied, the last
words muffled as he went down on Donnie again.  I redoubled my efforts,
surprised that my desire for Stephen hadn't deminished at all, even though
I had relieve my self in Donnie's mouth.  As a matter of fact, if it was
possible, I was even more turned on by the thought that Donnie had taken my
entire load in his mouth, and it was probably in his stomach by now.  As
Donnie continued to make love to my dick, I felt myself becoming hard, well
semi hard, again.

Stephen's first spurt of cum went directly into my throat, his cockhead
being lodged at the back of my mouth when he shot.  I pulled back slightly,
so as not to gag on the succeeding gobs of semen that rocketed out of his
straining piss crack.  The taste was exquisite, and I held it in my mouth,
savouring the salty, slightly fishy tang that greeted my tongue and taste
buds.  I let it drain slowly to the back of my mouth, and there gravity
took charge and it slid slowly down my throat to my waiting stomach.  I
could feel the warmth of it, recently inside Stephen's ballsack, and I
remarked to myself that it must be the best feeling in the world.

Donnie was moaning now, and from the tight grip his mouth had on my dick I
could tell that he was unloading in Stephen's sucking mouth.  He jerked
several times then was still, as Stephen continued to milk him dry.

"Up here" Stephen instructed, indicating that Donnie and I should lay side
by side, on our backs.  He then brought his face close to Donnie's, and
opened his mouth, letting a long gob of cum drain from it into Donnie's.
He then did the same to me, depositing another stringy mixture of cum and
saliva in my open mouth.

"Don't swallow it yet" he said, and lay on his back.  "Give it back, not
all of it, just some.  We'll all swap."  And Donnie and I did just that,
depositing roughly half the contents of our mouths into his.  We continued
to swap cum and saliva until, one by one, we swallowed a little bit at a
time and it was all gone.  We lay on our backs, each of us in deep thought,
as the cum made it's way to our stomachs and only the pungent aroma of
Donnie's jism remained on our breath.

"Jeez that tasted good" I was the first to speak.

"Ummm, yes" Stephen replied, breathless.  "You know, cum is good for you."

"How can anything that tastes so good be good for you?" Donnie joked.

"Well, I heard that male cum is full of protein.  And protein is good for
you."  That was news to me.  I wasn't sure what was in cum.  I didn't care.
All I knew was that I had discovered something I liked better than candy.
And all I had to do was suck a cock, suck it off, to get it.  As much as I
enjoyed sucking, I came to realize that the reward was even better.

"Well, then I'm going to be healthy" Donnie spoke up "I'm going to be a
queer when I grow up.  I'm going to suck all the dick I can, and I'm going
to swallow every drop of cum."  What an idea.

"Me too" I said "but I think I'm not going to wait to grow up.  I think I'm
a queer now."  The words came out automatically, and I couldn't believe I
had said them.  I mean, I had a pretty good idea that I was queer.
Everything I had done in the past year seemed to point to that.  But it was
the first time I had said it out loud, and it was like admitting a deep
dark secret.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm a queer" Stephen admitted, and suddenly the
reality of it all became clear.  I wasn't just experimenting any more.  I
was participating in something I enjoyed more than any other thing I could
think of.

"I was wondering" I pondered out loud "does a person suck because he is
queer, or is it because he sucks that makes him queer?"

"Both, I'm sure" the all knowing Stephen replied.

"So, what do you call someone who sucks and isn't queer?" Donnie asked,
confused.

"A queer" Stephen laughed.

"Then I guess I'm a queer" Donnie replied, and we all laughed at the
ridiculousness of the conversation.

We lay like that, talking, for the longest time, and before we realized it
the conversation had moved on to what 'queer' things we had done.

Donnie, being the youngest, was made to go first.  He had never done
anything until three days ago when Stephen had brought him here.  Although
he had suspected his feelings for boys for the past year, he had not done
anything with anybody.  Stephen had given him his first taste of cock, a
taste he relished now.  He was still a virgin 'back there' as he put it,
but very keen to give it a try.  As long as it didn't hurt too much.

I told him it didn't hurt for long, and the feeling that gradually replaced
the pain was impossible to describe, having experienced it only once, but
dying to try again.  I went on to recount my early experiences, the old men
in the boarding house, band camp, my one encounter with a teenage boy
immediately after band camp, and of course my most recent adventures in the
men's room of the bus station.  That particularly excited Stephen, who said
he had never tried it, but would as soon as we returned from band camp.  I
don't think anyone could top that adventure.

Stephen recounted how he had discovered that he liked boys more than girls
in the 8th grade when he began dressing out for gym class.  His first
encounter came soon after, when an older boy in his neighborhood had
allowed Stephen to go down on him in the woods where they had built a
communal fort.  The boy had been embarrassed when it was over, and never
let him do it again.  But he had found another, more willing, participant
at Boy Scout camp one summer, who came to Stephen for regular relief of his
puberty needs.  He had been 'outed', as he put it, when he approached
another boy in the locker room at school.  The boy had refused to let
Stephen do anything, and had spread the word that Stephen was queer.

"It wasn't all bad" he went on "when the word got out, several other boys
approached me, looking for the same thing.  As long as I gave them what
they wanted, what I wanted too, they kept the secret.  I guess they didn't
want to be thought of as queer."

"If someone let's you suck them" I asked, "does that make them queer too?"

"They don't think so.  Unless they suck you back, I think.  But I'm not all
that sure.  Anyway, some boys don't care if they get a blow job from a girl
or a boy.  I guess it all feels the same."

"It's all the same in the dark" I repeated a line I had heard somewhere,
and we all burst out in laughter again.  I would learn later in life that
the opinion was held by quite a few boys, and that there was a lot of truth
in it.

"I don't care if they're queer or not" Donnie sighed "I'll be queer for
them."  It was a philosophy that we all agreed we could live with, and we
got dressed and made our way back to camp, emerging from the woods one at a
time so as not to arouse suspicion.

Unfortunately the remaining days of band camp were so packed with activity
that we had no more chances to slip away to the clearing, and I passed them
constantly jerking off to relieve the built up desire that those two
sessions had provoked.  Before I knew it, we were on the bus, heading back
to town.  But this year I had friends, confidants, on the ride back.
Donnie and I shared a seat, and Stephen sat behind us.  I enjoyed the ride
back, and the adventurous opportunities that I knew lay ahead, much more
than I did a year ago.  The rumors would still persist, I knew that, til
eventually they became know as truth.  But I didn't care now.  I had
admitted to myself, to Donnie, and to Stephen, the not so awful truth about
being queer.  And they had admitted it to me.  We were bound by a mutual
pact now, and it felt good.

to be continued

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