Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 09:17:49 -0500
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young Times Parts 19

Young Times Part XIX

There was no doubt about it now, I was falling in love.  Strange as it
seems, and just as improbable, I felt less attracted to others than I did
to Tom with each passing day.

I moved into his room for the rest of the session so we could be together
all my free time.  Of course we both saw others, but not alone.  We
attended the usual group gropes and moontan parties because we both seemed
to enjoy group sex equally.  But both Tom and I stopped our lone encounters
by mutual agreement.  Whenever we went anywhere now it was obvious that we
were a couple.

The psychological change that came over me equalled the emotional, and I
found myself gaining back a bit of self esteem that I hadn't felt for two
years now.  Having someone to care for me, to respect me and to be
respected, put alsmost everything in a different, brighter light and I
actually felt good about myself, my situation, and life in general.  And
the sex...........well, the sex was, to put it mildly, terrific as we
devoted the majority of our energy, our sex drive, our talents to each
other.

All the fucking served to stretch me to the point that Tom could enter me,
lubed of course, without my feeling pain as my sphincter had just given up
trying to function as soon as Tom's cockhead touched it.  My insides
adapted too and I found myself taking him all in comfortably.  Even in our
occassional experiments with the groups, I never let anyone fuck me but
Tom.  It was understood that my ass was his and everyone respected that.  I
still sucked cock, but I heeded Tom's wishes about anal sex.  Only with
him, and only with a condom.  We had no problems or misunderstandings
there.

And I learned to drink beer.  Under Tom's expert guidance, I learned to
gauge my tolerance a little better.  I still couldn't drink that much (Tom
referred to me as a cheap date) but at least I knew when I had enough, and
, thankfully, never repeated the near death experience of my first drunk.

Tom and I hung out more and more with Adrian and Chucky and we all became
close friends.

As we entered the last few days of the session I noticed a marked increase
in the sex.  It was almost as if everyone knew that the heady days of free
sex were coming to an end, and in anticipation of life back in the closet,
we all seemed to grow bolder.  It was as if sexual panic set in and we were
desparately trying to find that last measure of sexual happiness, or
excitement, to last thru the long cold days of sexual frustration that lie
ahead.  Everyone seemed to seek out someone they hadn't made it with
before.

There was an obvious increase in absence from daytime practice sessions as
first one, then another skipped the sessions to remain in the dorm all day,
cruising the halls, the bathrooms, and the shower room for sex.  I attended
practice as always, finding everything I needed at night.

One session we all four did attend was the 'ultimate beach blanket bingo
party' held on Friday night, our last full day of conservatory.  It was
held at the old volley ball sand pit behind the rock, as the one I had
attended, but the crowd was so large by this time that it overflowed the
pit and blankets were spread into the surrounding grass.  When we arrived,
it honestly reminded me of a crowded beach.  There was obviously no set
agenda, or even starting time, as there were boys sprawled in groups of two
and more already engaged in the full range of sexual acts that boys can do
with boys.

I was hard immediately upon seeing all the action, but we walked around, in
between the groups, getting a good look of what was going on.  And we
weren't alone.  Those who weren't actually engaged in sex seemed to be
watching those who were, and the whole hedonistic, voyeur, scene appealed
to me in a way that simply took my breath away.  When I could stand it no
longer, I dropped down on a blanket occupied by what appeared to be five or
six boys and took hold of an unattended dick,
  it must have been about six inches and it had the most delightful head,
placing my mouth on it and receiving a murmured thanks from it's owner, his
head buried somewhere in the mass of wriggling flesh, obviously doing to
someone else what I was doing to him.  I sucked him til he came, then moved
on to an ass close by, pausing to lick it clean before forcing my tongue up
it.  The delightful aroma set me on fire, and as I strained to engulf his
asshole with my lips, I felt the welcomed warmth of lips closing around my
cock head.  And so it went as I made my way around the outer periphery of
the group, moving on when I finished the last one.  I had sucked five
cocks, one ass, and had been sucked to completion once and another partial.
I was on fire now as I collected my shorts and tee shirt and stumbled,
completely nude, for the next opportunity.

It was close at hand, as I plopped down on a blanket not five yards away,
this one shared by two clumpings of boys.  The first was a group standing,
I would say four, in a circle, at the center of which a slim looking blonde
was on his knees with one cock in his mouth.  As I watched he switched from
one to the other, giving each at least a minutes attention while he used
his hands to keep the next one, and the previous one, at the ready so to
speak.  The second group consisted of four boys, two in the classic sixty
nine position, a boy behind the one on top - sucking his ass, and one in
front of him, jerking off.  I moved into a kneeling position, just to the
side of them, reached out, and grabbed the cock from his pumping hand.  He
moaned as I tightened my fingers around the shaft and replaced his jacking
with my own.  As I began jacking him, the boy on the bottom reached out an
took my willing cock into his hand and did the same to me.  We were locked
in the throws of passion now, grunting and moaning like animals as our
mouths and hands attended to the task at hand.  The boy's cock exploded in
my hand, shooting gob after sticky gob of jism all over my hand and down my
arm as I continued to pull him to ecstasy, my own cock hard and needing
relief.  Only I didn't want a hand job to relieve me now, I wanted a hot
mouth, and since there didn't seem to be any left over here, I decided to
move on again.  I wandered around the different groups, looking for a
willing partner.

The action was at a fever pitch now, and I noticed other boys moving from
group to group, finding an opening, and stopping to immerse themselves in
the available action until they either got or gave satisfaction, then
moving on again.  It was a round robin of anonymous encounters like nothing
I had ever seen before, and few of which I would see again.  It was pure
abandon, giving up oneself to the hedonistic attraction of dick and
satisfaction, and I doubt anyone in these groups cooled off at all before
diving back in and doing it again.

I picked out a relatively empty blanket and lay down, propping my self up
on my elbows to catch sight of the action around me, taking in the sounds
and the heady aroma of all the male sex that transformed this moon lit
night into surreal scene.  I could smell the distinct aroma of semen as it
cut thru the fresh smell of nature.  There must have been gallons of it
spent that evening in willing mouths, asses, and hands.  It was an orgy of
desparation, the last one I and many of the others would see for a while,
and we bathed in our depravity for what seemed like hours.  Finally, I had
enough to last me for a while, and after a brief search for Tom, turned
back to the dorm.

I entered the ground floor and, just on impulse, walked slowly down the
corridor checking things out.  Most of the rooms were empty, some of the
doors were shut, and the whole place had a hushed tone.  As I shuffled up
the corridor, peering left and right, I thought the place must be deserted.
Imagine my surprise as my eyes caught sight of him, lying on his bunk
completely naked, his hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling as his
hand played slowly up and down the shaft.  The sight stopped me dead in my
tracks, my eyes locked on the tempting piece of meat in his hand, and I
stood absolutely still in the open doorway.  As I stared, he switched
hands, not missing a beat, and he continued to pull on the massive shaft as
if he was trying to detach it from his body.  I caught sight of the creamy
gob of precum that had oozed from the impressive piss slit at the end and
watched in amazement as his hand smeared it all round the engorged head of
his cock.

His eyes opened slowly and he caught sight of me standing there, starring
in hot excitement as my mind played over the possibilities here.  I knew
that face, I knew that boy, I had been warned.  But standing here as I was,
with him laying there as he was, there was no room for caution, no room for
second thoughts.  My one and only thought was of what he was doing, and
what he obviously wanted from me.  And what I wanted from him.  The planets
were aligned, in my head, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself
from entering his room as he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and
sat upright, his cock still held firmly in his pistoning hand.

"Like it?"  his voice broke the tensioned silence.  "Ohh...yes" I answered
honestly.  I more than liked it.  I knew I loved it.
  And I knew, one way or another, that I was going to have it.  Or to be
more precise, that it would have me.

"Then get down and suck it" he instructed.  He needn't have wasted his
breath on instructions as I was already sinking to the task, my knees
planted firmly on the floor beside his bunk and my hands resting one on
either leg.  He had spread his legs slightly, and as my face came into
position he took his hand off and let my open mouth come down on the head,
resting for a second before stretching wide and engulfing it til my lips
tightened around the shaft just below the mushroom like monster.

The taste was to die for, slightly strong and acrid, all man.  My nostrils
filled with the unmistakable aroma of him and I pushed down til his head
was lodged in the back of my mouth, at the entrance to my throat.  My
fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and I forced another inch of
him inside me, sending the tip past my gag reflex and firmly into my opened
throat.

"Ahhhhhhwwwwwww......oooooooohhhhh.  You faggots sure know how to swallow a
bone down" he moaned as I withdrew slightly and then crammed even more of
the meaty monster into my mouth.  My tongue was making circles along the
length of his shaft and pausing at the upstroke to massage the tender,
sensitive area underneath his cockhead.  Yeah, we sure did know how to take
advantage of a willing hardon, now didn't we?

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm....."  I moaned as I took him deep again, the vibrations
massaging his shaft as my tongue continued to add to his excitement.

"Come up here, faggot, let me fuck your pretty suck hole."  I did as he
said, lying on the bunk as he maneuvered over me, a knee on either side of
my neck and his cock poking the top of my head.  He repositioned himself by
bending forward, and I found his cockhead now pressing against my lips.  I
opened them instinctively and took most of his cock back into my mouth.  He
let me hold it there for a second before he began pressing down, lowering
his body to me, and forcing me to hold my breath as his cock slipped first
an inch, then two, and then three down my throat.  Air was completely cut
off now as his monster filled my throat and mouth to their limits.  There
was nothing I could do in this position but lie there and accept it.  Every
inch of it.

I was out of air now, and I signaled my dilemma by pushing gently against
his stomach with the open palms of my hands.  Thankfully he relented and
pulled out far enough for his cockhead to pop from my throat.  I gulped a
huge slug of air down, the oxygen keeping my brain functioning.  I signaled
all ok by raising my head just slightly from the bed and gobbling his cock
back down.  He responded by pushing it down my throat again and holding it
there.  I took it as long as I could before pushing on his stomach again at
which point he withdrew.  And so it went, first in, then out, as we settled
into a coordinated throat fucking that had me so hot I knew I could cum
with just one touch to my sensitive prick.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.  Take it all, cocksucker.  Eat my cock.  Eat it."  he
was working himself up now, his voice full of excitement as he took
complete control.  I was a hot mouth, a willing fuck hole for his manhood,
and he used it for what it was.  I was a receptical for his lust, pure and
simple.

But I was something else, I would come to learn.  I was an easy target for
more than his lust.  He ground into me with a frenzied panic, pulling out
completely then burying himself to the hilt in me.  My mouth was stretched
to the breaking point, my throat thrown completely open to accept at least
half his cock down it everytime he came down on me.

"That's it, ya little fairy, open up for daddy.  Get all my meat down
there.
  Take it all.  Take it like the cunt you are."  I couldn't even moan now,
the only sound coming from me was the grunt as his cockhead forced it's way
inside, pushing air from around the tight 'O' formed by my pursed lips.
Air and saliva as his cock filled my mouth to the point there was no room
for anything else inside.  It had to go out, and my lips, stretched as
tight as they were, would not seal off the escape route.

He was using me in a way that I hadn't been used for some time now.  This
wasn't the two way sex I had come to expect over the last two weeks.  We
weren't lovers, not even equals.
  I was just the queer again, the faggot cocksucker to be used by someone
aggressive like him.  I was back to my 'normal' role as the submissive
piece of sex to be used for his satisfaction.  And, strange enough, the
realization of this made me even hotter.  It flashed thru my mind that this
wasn't gay sex anymore.

"You're gonna eat me off, aren't you girly?"  it wasn't a question and I
didn't think it required an answer.

"I said you're gonna eat me off, aren't you" he said louder, his tone laced
with sarcasm now.

"Umm..hmmmmmm" I did my best to answer, but my cock filled mouth had
trouble forming the response.

"Damn right you are, sissy.  I'm gonna fill you up with cum and you're
gonna eat every drop of it.  I know you faggots love that.  Now get down
there on the floor and get ready to take it."  he pulled out of my mouth
motioned me off the bed.  I crawled off and got on my knees beside the bed.
He stood up, his cock at my mouth, and began jacking furiously.

"Eat my balls while I get this load ready for you, faggot" and I bent
forward to lick and kiss his ballsack.  They were hard and firm.  And big.
I took one, the right one I think, into my mouth, bathing it with my saliva
and massaging it as best I could with my tongue.  He jacked away, above me.

"Ahh..ohhh...yeah..eat that you hungry bitch.  You've got my balls
boiling."
  and I let one go and took the other in, his hairy ballsack literally
drenched with my saliva.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhhhhh..get your mouth on this" he said, pushing his rock hard
penis to my mouth again.  I opened my lips, stretched my jaws, and took him
into the wet warmth he wanted.  My tongue went crazy along the bottom of
his cockhead as he continued to jack the shaft, rocking on the balls of his
feet as he fucked my mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh.....oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh....shhhhhhhiiiiiiii...." he screamed
as the first powerful jet of hot liquid drenched the back of my mouth.  I
clamped down on his penis with my lips, suctioning each succeeding spurt
into my mouth, trapping it there, letting my mouth fill with the creamy
sweetness of his exploding jism.

My mouth filled quickly, and I spaced my swallows to drain it and make room
for the next succession.  His cum tasted wonderful on my tongue, my
tastebuds alive with the excitement of his protein rich spunk as it filled
my mouth again and again.  Thru half open eyes, I could see the creamy goo
smeared along his cock shaft as my head bobbed up and down on his manhood.
My lips were wet with a combination of my own saliva and the cum from
inside my mouth.  The mixture was pearly white, and each successive stroke
cleaned more and more of it from his cockshaft as I emptied the contents of
my mouth into my stomach.

I was alive with a passion so overwhelming that I couldn't imagine this
scene ever ending.  I would suck him, he would cum, and we would continue
in this dance of depravity until one of us collapsed from exhaustion.

But reality came back in a flash as he pushed my head roughly away, pulling
that wonderful piece of meat I had been making such passionate love to,
away.  Instinctively I lunged forward, taking the wet head between my lips
again, signalling that it was not over.  I was still hungry for him.  I was
ready to eat him off again.  And again.

"Get the fuck off me, faggot" he exclaimed, punctuating his command with a
sharp slap to the side of my head.  I fell sideways to the floor, crumpling
in a heap on the coldness of the concrete.  Laying there, dazed, confused,
hurt.

"Now get the fuck out of here you...you queer.  Get outta here.  Now."
Pulling my self up, I stumbled out of his room, oblivious to his curses,
the names, everything.

I had sunk back into the role of being a queer.  The idylic two weeks of
gay life over, I would have to adjust to my former life.  I was back in the
'straight' world again, only now with desires I knew would be satisfied
only if I accepted that role.  And, as I found out that night, I did accept
it.

to be continued lesli99@hotmail.com