Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2000 10:26:10 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young Times II

I found myself going to that boarding house nearly every day after school
for the next few weeks, stripping and getting on his bed as soon as I
walked thru the door.  I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him until he
came in my mouth, responding to his encouragement, his instruction, and by
the end of two weeks, I had sucked him and his friend off at least 10
times.  I found myself thinking of nothing else but this, and school held
absolutely no interest for me at all.  My friends detected a change in me,
something they couldn't put their fingers on, but something that drew me to
disappear after school every day.

Sometime in the third week, it all came to an end.  A knock on the door,
the heated arguments of my friends and the rooming house superintendant,
and finally being shuttled out the door and being instructed never to come
back again.  'Jailbait' the superintendant called me.

The emptiness of the next few days was overpowering.  I jerked myself off
constantly, my sexual appetite wetted by the experiences and now snuffed
out, or so it seemed.  By weeks end, I was back with my friends, keeping my
secret, and relieving myself in my bedroom nightly.

School ended the next week, and summer vacation began.  Trips to the pool,
hanging out with friends, and the general nothingness that accompanies June
set in.  In August I made preparations for my first band camp, a rising 8th
grader and member of the Jr High band.  It was an escape from the drugdgery
of summer in a small town, and I looked forward to it.

Camp was about 25 miles from our town, on the other side of the world in my
frame of reference.  I was housed in a cabin with other 8th graders,
supervised by a few senior band members.  They worked with us during the
day on marching and playing and generally how to be campers.  They slept in
other cabins, leaving us to ourselves at night.  Until the second week that
is, and then the dreaded initiation ceremony.  It was illegal, of course,
but the band director and other adults turned their heads and let it
happen.  'Boys will be boys' I suppose they thought.

Our group was taken, late one night after lights out, deep into the woods
for an 'indian ceremony of initiation'.  It was pretty scary, being led,
blindfolded, each of us holding on to the shoulder of the person in front
of him, into the woods.  We walked about 15 minutes before being told to
sit down.  The woods were wet on my shorts as I sat.  The blindfolds were
taken off and we were instructed to form up in a circle.  There were 6 of
us 8th graders, and 4 upperclassmen who served as our 'initiators'.  The
session started with the usual round of scarry stories, designed to impress
on us the dangers faced in the dark woods.  None of it much scarred me or
any of the others, but we dutifully acted out the part of neopyte campers
in the woods for the first time in our lives.

Then the real initiation, something to humiliate us, right?  We were told
to pull down our shorts sit down.  We all complied, afraid to do anything
else.  The older boys then told us the initiation - a circle jerk - and
instructed us to get to it.  Embarrassed, few of us really were into this,
but they insisted, and soon one, then two, and finally all 6 of us had
taken our dicks in our hands and were, at least on the surface,
masturbating.  We all averted our eyes, starring at the sky, the darkness,
anything but the boys in the circle as we did our thing.

My experience with the old men in the boarding house came back to me as I
stroked my rigid penis, and I found myself stealing glances at the other
boys in the cirlce.  More precisely, I found my eyes drawn to their erect
pricks as they worked their hands up and down.  I was surprised at several
of them who had members as large, or larger than the two old men, and my
mind - spurred on by the activity of my own hand - wandered to thoughts of
just how they would feel in my mouth.  And how would it feel to them to
have me suck them?  I wondered if any of them had similar thoughts.  My
mind drifted to the point that I had visions of sucking each and everyone
of them til they came in my mouth, drinking all their cum, sending them to
bed satisfied, drained.  My hand slowed as my mind focused on having a dick
in my mouth.  I could taste them, smell them, and as the action heated up,
I could sense the sexual tension in the air.  Tension that I would gladly
relieve.

"Hey faggot, keep your eyes to yourself" the voice exploded, shocking me
out of my sexual fantasy.

"Whadda ya lookin at?  You a queer or something?" he yelled at me. Jerking
awake, I tried to find out who had seen me.  It was one of the
upperclassmen.  He was standing above me.  "Huh, you a queer?  You like
watching your friends jerk off?"

I couldn't answer, the shame answered for me.  He stood above me, looking
down as I dropped my eyes.

"You a Mary?" he insisted.

"I.....uhhhh....no." I stammered, my face red with embarassement.

"I think you are" he said in a softer voice "I think you like looking at
other guys dicks.  Your new name is Mary, get it."

"I....uh....I....I'm.....I..." I continued to stammer, my dick as soft as
butter in my hand.

"Mary" he bellowed, and everyone laughed at it.  I was nervous now, and
couldn't respond at all, my eyes glued to my soft dick as I tried to crawl
into a hole.

The evening ended, much to everyone's delight, with my embarrassement.  No
one came.  We marched back to the cabin and blessed sleep.  I hoped it
would be forgotten by morning.

And, mostly, it was.  Several jokes were made, at my expense, but generally
it seemed that it was forgiven just something that had happened, and life
went on.  Several of the upperclassment took to calling me 'Mary' but by
and large that died down in a couple days too.

What sealed my fate was an unfortunate incident in the showers, some three
days on.  I was showering, before dinner, to get rid of the accumulated
sweat and dirt from marching practice that day.  I had lingered behind, and
found myself alone in the shower, just about to finish, when 4
upperclassmen came in.  They took up positions down the wall from me, as I
busied myself with finishing.  They stripped down and began to shower.  As
much as I tried to help it, my eyes wandered in their direction, and I saw
them showering, joking and laughing as they splashed in the water.  What
caught my eye were their dangling members as they soaped up and then
rinsed.  I couldn't help myself, I stood there starring, trying not to, but
definately starring at them, especially when they started washing down
there.  One of them had a huge penis and the largest ball sack I had ever
seen.  I starred at him, not aware that I was doing it.

"Hey, Mary, see something you like here?" one of them yelled at me,
breaking my concentration.  I averted my eyes and tried to move to the
door, away from them, but I couldn't.  I found myself glued to the spot in
a combination of excitement and fear.  He shook his semi erect penis in my
direction.

"He must" one of them laughed "shit, look at him, he's got a hard on."  I
glanced down in horror to see my penis, stiff and erect in excitement.

"Goddamned faggot, you little shit.  Seeing your little buddies wasn't
enough for you was it?  You're oogling us big boys too.  Goddamn, I know
what you need, you little queer.  Only, you're not going to get it.  Get
your ass out of here.  Now." he bellowed.

I was red with embarrassment, I had been caught looking them up, and I was
sure I would have hell to pay.  I quickly made my escape, throwing on my
shorts and shirt, not even bothering with my shoes as I stumbled out of the
shower to my cabin.  I was shaking with fear now.  Or was it excitement?
How was I to know.  My mind was muddled, and I passed the dinner hour in my
cabin, afraid to face any of them.  Afraid that they would expose me.  I
stayed in all night, going to bed early, hoping it would all be forgotten
by morning.

And so it seemed to be, no one mentioned it.  I noticed several of the
upperclassmen looking at me during the day, making jokes amoung themselves.
I was excited the whole day as I thought of the afternoon before, the
upperclassmen in all their naked manhood etched in my mind.  Of course, I
dare not say or do anything.  I jerked off under the sheets that night, my
mind racing with thoughts of penis.  I imagined myself sucking them, one at
a time, until all of them had shot thier cum in my mouth.  I wondered what
it would taste like, how they would smell.  I fell asleep with visions of
stiff dicks in front of my face.

The third week of camp went a lot better, I found myself hanging back at
shower time so I wouldn't be in there with anyone else, and that seemed to
work.  I was actually getting thru this thing, and the stories of what had
gone on seemed to be forgotten.

The last night in camp was seniors night, and most of the upperclassment
had a night in town, returning well after lights out, singing and laughing,
obviously drunk.  By midnight all was quiet and everyone seemed to be
asleep.  I drifted off.

"Pssst....hey....psst....you awake, Mary?" the voice jolted me out of my
sleep.  A hand was gently shaking my shoulder, and the smell of beer was
strong as he leaned closer "psst....Mary....wake up."

"I.....I'm.....awake" I stammered.

"Shhhhhhhhssssssshhhhh..." the drunken slur warned me "shhhhhh...get up,
come on out....we got an initiation for you.  A special
initiation......you'll like it......shhhhhhhh.....come on." he continued as
I slowly and quietly arose.  I slipped on my shorts and shower shoes and
silently followed his weaving form as he made his way to the door.
Everyone in the cabin seemed to be asleep.

Outside in the moonlight, he led me away from the cabin and toward the
woods.  Once there, we were met by two other boys, both weaving in the dim
light of the moon.

"Hey Mary" one of them greeted me, he too obviously had been drinking
"whadda ya say?  Up for your initiation?"

"I.......I.....I'm......what..." I tried to string a coherent sentence
together, but the situation didn't allow it.

"Come on, you'll like it.  We'll give you your special initiation,
something you'll really like" he continued.

"What....I mean....what do you mean?" I questioned, not sure of where this
was going.

"Look.....we know what you want.  And we can give it to you.  Can't we
guys?"  His friends all laughed.

"Oh yeah, we can give you what you want.  Damned straight." another chimed
in.

"I....I....I don't know what you mean" I stammered.

"Look, we caught you looking, we know what you wanted, what you want.  You
want us to tell everybody about that?  Huh?"

"No, please don't.  I didn't mean.....I mean...I didn't mean anything by
it." I pleaded.

"Tell you what......you suck a little dick tonight, you like that, right?
You suck a little dick tonight and we won't tell on you for the other day."
It hit me like a ton of bricks.  Were they serious?  Did they really want
me to suck them?  Here?  My God, my head was spinning.

"No" came the involuntary response.  I was sorry I said it as soon as the
word escaped my lips.  It was obviously the wrong answer at the wrong time.
They weren't about to take no for an answer.

"NO?  NO?  What the fuck do you mean no?  You little faggot, you need to
learn that when a man, a senior, a man, offers a faggot his dick that
faggot sure as hell better do his thing.  What the fuck do you mean no?"
the tall one bellowed.

"Shhhhhhh" one of the others interjected "shhhhhh.....doan wan old Clyde
hearing us" he warned, refering to our band director.

"I....I.....I mean.....uhhhhh" I was stammering again.

"You mean....YES SIR....that's what you mean you faggot shit".  He was
serious now, and I knew that refusal was not in the cards for me.  I guess
I was a little excited anyway by the thought of what they were proposing.

"I...uh...I mean...if no one finds out about it....I mean, if it's kept a
secret...I mean, maybe I could" I tried to put the best spin on this that
the situation allowed.  I was in deep and I knew it.  They would ruin my
reputation if I didn't do what they wanted, that much was for sure.  Maybe
if I did it, they would be part of it and keep it quiet.

"Of course we'll keep it a secret.  Just our little secret.  So, who's
first?" the deed was to be done.

"Let's draw straws" one of the other's said.

"OK, Mary you go down this trail.  It turns down toward the lake about 50
feet from here.  Wait there.  Someone will be along in a minute."

"I....I don't know the trail" I pleaded.

"Get your ass down that trail now before I kick the living shit out of you"
he bellowed.

"Shhhhhhhhh" another one said.

My fate sealed now, I walked slowly down the trail as he instructed,
pausing as the trail turned, and waited.  What was I getting myself into?
Could I actually go thru with this?  I mean, I had before, but this was
different.  These were high school boys, boys who I knew, boys who knew me.
True they were seniors and I would never be in school with them, but still
this was different.  But in my mind I knew I could do it.  In my mind I had
secretly wanted to do this since coming to camp.  It was really an
opportunity, that's the way I looked at it.  At least I told myself that as
I waited in the moonlight for someone to come down the trail.

It seemed like an eternity, it was only a few minutes, but finally one of
them, the short one, came along.  As he stood there it became obvious that
he was as nervous as I was, his fingers playing with his zipper.

"So, aren't you supposed to get on your knees or something?" he asked.  I
silently complied, the pebbles on the trail cutting sharply into my knees
as I sank down.  Facing him now, I waited for him to get ready.  He was
still playing with his zipper nervously.

"Aw shit" he exclaimed "just do it." And with that, he exposed himself to
me, his small dick soft in the moonlight.  I reached out and touched it
gently, afraid to make any sudden moves which might scare him.  His dick
became hard as I caressed it, pulling it completely out from the confines
of his shorts.  I moved my head forward, bringing my outstretched tongue in
contact with the tip.  He shuddered with delight, or so I thought.

"Look" he said, pulling away from me "let's just say you did it.  OK?  I
won't tell them anything different.  OK?"

He was too embarrassed to go thru with it.  His semi erect penis now tucked
in his shorts, he turned and walked back up the path.  I was embarrassed
too.  Here I was, ready and willing to suck his stupid dick and he chickens
out.  What an ass.  After all I had gone thru tonight, I felt cheated.
Hurt and cheated.  I stood up and watched him go.

I didn't have long to wait before the second of the three came down the
trail.

"He couldn't last very long, huh?" he asked, coming to stand beside me.

"Err...uhhh...I guess not" I answered, our secret obviously safe.

"Well, I probably can't either" he said "I'm hot as hell.  Girlfriend gave
me a case of blue balls tonight.  I really need to unload.  Get on your
knees and take care of me."

I complied, this time kneeling to the side of the trail where the pine
needles cushoned my knees a little better.  He was on me in an instant, his
erect penis sticking out like a lance.  He didn't wait for me to take the
initiative, thrusting his cock in my opened mouth.  I held on to it to keep
him from choking me, wrapping my lips around it like I had learned to do.
He thrust in and out, maybe half of his 6 inches in and half out most of
the time.  I moved my fingers along the shaft, the part outside my mouth,
and made sucking sounds as he literally fucked my mouth.  He was wild with
passion now, and I got into it myself.  The realization of what I was
doing, or more precisely what was being done to me, heated me up
tremendously, and before long my mind was completely absorbed in the task
at hand.  I sucked and slurped and opened wide to let him thrust and
withdraw until finally he shot a huge gob of cum in my mouth, his dick
pistoning it to the back of my throat where I swallowed furiously in an
attempt to keep it all inside.  He tasted strong, and salty, and the smell
of cum was heavenly as I continued to suction it all out of him.  My tongue
was running circles around the tip and my left hand strayed to his ballsack
in an attempt to squeeze it all out.

"Goooooodddddddd....ahhhhhhhh" he sighed as he continued to deposit his
load inside me.  As quickly as it started, it was over, his dick retreating
from me to the safety of his shorts.  He strode up the trail without so
much as a thank you or anything.  Alone, on my knees, I was still in a
sexually aroused state, and my hand made it's way to my own crotch, where I
found my rock hard dick.  I massaged it as I knelt, the fire raging inside
me.  The realization of what I had done excited me, and I knew I would
never say no to an offer to do this again.

Within minutes the third one was there, starring down at me.  I must have
made quite a site, on my knees with my hard dick in my hand.

"Nope" he said when he saw me "no jerking off for you.  You take care of me
first."  Picking up two stones, one in each hand, he held them to either
side of my head.  "And if you bite me, just once, I'm going to crack your
skull.  Understand?"

"Yes" I replied.  Something about the threat turned me on.  I admit it.  I
moved to his exposed penis and took the end in my mouth, just as I had
learned.  He was gentler than the other, letting me do the work.  I slowly
sucked him inside my mouth, running my tongue along his shaft as it went
in.  He was big, maybe 8 inches, and I was too inexperienced to take him
all inside, so I used my hand again, jerking him off as I held as much of
his length in my mouth as I could.  He must have enjoyed it, he dropped the
rocks and held my head in his hands.  I loved the feel of it, his hands
gently encouraging me to take him in me.  I responded by putting my hands
to the sides of his shaft and gently loving his dick with my mouth and
tongue.  I was really turned on now and hoped that this would never stop.
I wished that we could stay like this forever, me on my knees, his hands
gently caressing my head as I worked so lovingly to make him feel good.

He started moaning and groaning and I redoubled my efforts, my tongue
gently caressing the underneath side of the head as I bathed his shaft with
my saliva.  At one point I pulled him almost entirely out, leaving only the
head between my lips.  My tongue continued to play along the head and I
increased the tempo of my hand, jacking him til the first strong blast of
his jism filled my mouth.  Then I took as much of him inside as I could,
letting the subsequent spurts shoot directly down my throat.  I tried hard
not to gag as his stuff filled my throat before sliding down to my awaiting
stomach.  There was no smell, his cum was past the passage to my nostrils
and he held my head tighly as he unloaded.  The spurts eased a bit, and he
pulled back.  I used the opportunity to clean his shaft and head with my
tongue, collecting another half mouthful of the delicious liquied before
swallowing it.  He pulled clear, his dick making a plopping sound as it
came out.

I couldn't control myself any longer, and I collapsed on the trail, my legs
askew as I lay on my side.

"Damn.  You alright?" he asked.

"I....I....yes, I'm ok" I managed.  It was all I could do to speak.  I was
in a sexual fog at this point, the excitement having crested and taken all
the energy out of me.  It was as if I had climaxed myself, the
gratification I had given these two boys doing as much to sate me as them.

"Well, that was good.  I'll say that much for you.  I've never had a queer
suck my dick before, but I'll tell you, I won't ever say that I won't do
that again.  Thanks."  He sounded sincere.  Really sincere.  How could I be
mad at these boys?  They had made me do something I really wanted to do in
the first place.  If there was fault to be had, it was as much mine as
theirs.  No, I couldn't be mad at them, even though they left me in the
woods to find my way back.  They had used me and left me, but strangely, I
didn't feel used.  I felt as if I got just as much out of this as they had.

I jerked off as I lay in the pine needles at the side of the trail,
shooting jism all over the woods.  I lay there for the longest time, my
shorts to my ankles and my hand covered with slimey goo.  I licked it off.
It tasted, honestly, like satisfaction to me.

Eventually I made my way back to the cabin and collapsed in my bunk, not
bothering to brush my teeth or gargle.  I wanted the taste and smell of cum
to remind me of the wonderful thing we had done in the woods.

"You ok?" the voice asked in the darkness.  It was my bunk mate.  "I heard
them take you away and I didn't know what they were going to do to you.
Are you ok?"

"I'm fine" I sighed "in fact, I'm wonderful"

"Huh?"

"Never mind" I told him "just never mind" and I was asleep with the vision
of wonderful cocks in my mouth again.

To be continued

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