When the Time Is Right

WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT BY: MOORE

PART 4

Chapter 15

The school doors opened at eight. I was there at seven looking for a way inside. I went around back and snuck in through an open window. If I got caught I'd be in trouble, but no worse than the trouble I was already in. I didn't really expect to find my posing strap and naked pictures as I made my way through the silent hallways to the locker room. I wasn't disappointed, I didn't.

I looked all over, in every open locker, underneath and on top. I found a pair of old sneakers and a couple of jock straps, a torn picture of Marilyn Monroe and a book report on the Grapes of Wrath from 1959, but not what I was looking for. I was close to tears when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"School's not open yet, sonny. You shouldn't be in here." Max, the custodian, a nice old guy.

"I was looking for some things I left here yesterday. Very very important things."

"You boys are always losing things. I'm always finding stuff when sweeping up each day. What'd you lose? Your homework?

"No, not my homework, a red...never mind." What could I tell him? That I was looking for a red posing strap with COCKSUCKER printed on the pouch? And potentially humiliating photographs that proved I was a fag? "Thanks anyway, Max."

Where could I go? What could I do? Far away from here was first. I felt like I was suffocating. If Mitch, if anybody had my stuff I was dead meat. The whole school was sure to find out, the word would spread like wildfire among the students. "Did you hear the latest? Steven Ryan's a homo, he's a fag." Maybe the word was out already.

I raced out of the locker room, down the hallway and out a side door which led to the school yard and freedom. The bright June sun blinded me for a moment and I tripped over a ball. I skinned my knees on the pavement and looked up, dazed, as a hand reach out to help me up.

"Hey, Ryan, you okay."

Holy shit, Mitch! The last person in the world I wanted to see.

"You're bleeding. Let me help you to the nurse."

"No, no. It's okay. I'll be okay," I protested even though my bloody knees were throbbing.

"Hey, Mitch," came a shout from the basketball court. "Whatdya doing? We're in the middle of a game."

"Play without me," Mitch called back as he palmed the basketball I had tripped over and tossed it towards the court. "I gotta take care of Steven."

Put your arm around my shoulder," Mitch said to me when he saw my legs trembling under my weight. "I'll walk you to the nurse."

He didn't say a word, not one word about yesterday as we made our way slowly into the building. I wasn't going to bring it up, or ask if he had my stuff. I sat down outside the nurse's office, glad to take the weight off my knees, and thanked him for his help.

He smiled down at me and said, "Hey, what are friends for? You take care of me, Ryan, I'll take care of you." Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "And Ryan, I know you're going to take very special care of me."

I was still shaken, in your dreams, Mitch, stuck in my throat, when the nurse called me in to tend to my knees. Turned out it was only bad scrapes that she disinfected and covered with bandages. She kept me there through first period because I was flushed and sweating, then sent me to my next class with instructions to stay off my knees and to keep them covered for a day or two. I mumbled a thank you and joined the crowd of kids in the hallway hurrying to class.

I was a complete wreck all morning, worrying that every whispered conversation or note passed when the teacher's back was turned, every guy's laugh or girl's giggle...was about me. I feared that the word was getting around, passed from student to student. "Did you hear the news? Steven Ryan's a homo...pass it on. Steven Ryan's a fag. I heard that he sucks dick."

Maybe I was imagining things, but every head seemed to turn my way when I walked into the lunchroom. Mark was at our usual table. He was staring at me too.

"What happened to your knees?" He said when I sat down. The whole school's talking about you. Rumor has it that you were in a fight, the assholes in the park beat you up. Is it true?"

The weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. "Tripped over a basketball in the school yard this morning," I said with a sigh of relief. "Nobody beat me up."

Was it possible that nobody had found my stuff in the locker room? Could I get so lucky? Maybe Max had swept it away with all the other garbage. Maybe I had nothing to worry about after all... except Mitch. I looked over to the table where Mitch was sitting with his friends and felt an unexpected stirring in my shorts.

"Your mother called my house this morning."

I looked at Mark for a moment, "She did? Why?" Then back to Mitch.

"To talk to my father. See how he was feeling. She's going to visit him this afternoon. And get this, Steven, she's making soup for him. Chicken soup. You know what that means?"

"Nooo," I said, more interested in watching Mitch scratch his nuts under the table.

"It means that she wont be home this afternoon. It means that a couple of cocksuckers got a place to go."

"Sounds good to me," I said tearing my eyes away from Mitch.

"I brought the camera," Mark said with a laugh. "The way you kept looking in the mirror yesterday? When you were blowing me? I was doing it too. I thought you might like a picture with my dick in your mouth. A souvenir."

"Yeah, I would," I said sheepishly. "Is that sick or what? It's just so...so hot, such a turn on, watching myself..." The bell rang in the middle of my explanation..."suck cock." I finished to an empty table. Mark had rushed off to class.

Last night's prom party in the gym, my date with Kathy Conners had been a bust. My theory about girls wanting sex as much as boys, maybe my technique was at fault, hadn't quite worked out the way I expected. Kathy slapped me when I put my hand inside her dress and squeezed her breast. I said I was sorry, but she called me a beast and wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the night. What happened later though, when the prom was over, made it the most memorable night of my life.

I wasn't expecting to suck any cock at the prom so it came as a total surprise when Mitch came over to me after Kathy had left in a huff with two of her girlfriends. He didn't exactly say that he wanted a blow job, but why else would he call me his fag and tell me to wait for him on the field by Mr. Vertig's office.

I kept looking at my watch, pacing nervously in the moonlight, growing more frustrated with each passing minute. From time to time I heard the sounds of people, disembodied voices drifting across the field, carried by the late June breeze. After waiting for more than an hour, I figured he had changed his mind and he wasn't going to show up for the blow job I was anxious to give him.

My spirits soared, along with my dick, when a moment later I saw Mitch coming towards me from across the field...and crashed when I saw that he wasn't alone. Stuart Kaminsky and someone else, a tall boy I didn't recognize, were with him.

Maybe he wasn't coming for a blow job after all. Yeah sure, and maybe the pope was jewish. I was his fag and he'd want head alright, but why were the two other boys with him? It didn't make sense unless...Oh my god, I said to myself, horrified, as the three of them approached. Mitch was going to let them watch! Two boys were going to watch me suck his dick. And when Mitch was done with me, they'd want blow jobs too, both of them. Two more dicks in my mouth, two more loads of cum; two more boys who'd know I was a homosexual, a fag, a cocksucker...and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

"My cousin Jeff Greer," Mitch said by way of introduction. "He's here for the party...Stuart too."

Stuart giggled knowingly when I asked a question that I pretty much knew the answer to. "What party? Where?"

Mitch fished a key from his pocket and unlocked the door to Mr. Vertig's office. "In here, Steven," Mitch said casually over his shoulder as he followed the others into the dark office. He turned back to me and whispered, "In your mouth, cocksucker."

I hesitated on the threshold until Mitch turned on the light and said, "Aren't you coming to the party?"

Nobody forced me into that office. I maybe could have walked away and dealt with Mitch on another day, alone, sucked him off...kissed his ass if he wanted me to, pleaded with him, begged him to keep my homosexuality a secret. In all likelihood, though, from the grin on Stuart's face and the way his cousin Jeff was rubbing his crotch, it was too late for that. Mitch had told them, I was sure of it.

They already knew what I was and why I was here. I shuddered to think how many others he had told, how many of the boys at school knew I was a fag.

Shutting the door behind me, I went to the center of Mr. Vertig's office. I glanced quickly at Jeff and Stuart and sank to my knees in front of Mitch. "Okay," I said, trembling slightly with fear and excitement, "Let's party."

Mitch unzipped and hauled out his still soft penis. Before I could wrap my wet lips fully around the big head, suck him to erection, Stuart called out, "Holy shit, he is a queer! Just like you said, Mitch. Outrageous! Steven Ryan, a homo, a faggot cocksucker. Hey, I know, make him take off all his clothes. Whatdya say, huh? It'll be fun to see him naked, uh, I mean, see if he bones up with a prick in his faggot cocksucker mouth."

"It's okay by me if the cocksucker's naked," Jeff volunteered. "The fag in my dorm at college always strips down before he starts a suck session. I suppose it's a fag thing, but he likes to be naked when he sucks cock. He likes to jerk off, cum with a dick in his mouth too."

Mitch took a step back and told me to strip. I did so, reluctantly, still self-conscious over the small size of my prick and my blond, almost non-existent, pubic hair. Almost sixteen and cursed with the penis of a twelve year old boy. The baby dick from boy scout camp was still with me, as was the memory of those weeks in hell. The forced nudity at boy scout camp had left me cautious about taking off my clothes in front of strangers, fearful of being stranded someplace naked. Stuart was the only one to react when I slid off my Fruits, exposing myself to their scrutiny.

"Lookit, the fag's got a hardon already," he said, pointing to my five inch boner. "If you call that little thing a hardon. Shit, my kid brother's only ten and he's got a bigger prick."

"You queer or something, Stuart? Who cares about the size of his prick? How big is his mouth? Can he swallow all the jizz without making a mess? How good does Steven suck dick? That's what's important." Jeff opened his pants and let them fall to his feet. "Can he handle eight inches?"

"Steven will take whatever you got, cuz. Go for it."

No way could I take an eight inch cock in my mouth, and Mitch knew it. Best I could do was three inches before my gag reflex kicked in and I had to back off or choke to death.

"We'll see about that," Jeff said, waving his very ample penis in my direction.

Once more I went to my knees, naked this time, in front of Jeff. I parted my quivering lips to receive his stiffening cock. He pushed in slowly until the flared pulsing head was through my lips, pressing down firmly on my tongue, and then withdrew, repeating the insertion several times more; each time feeding a little more of his fat dick deeper into my wet hungry mouth.

Wow! Jeff really knew how to use a cocksucker to stretch out, maximize the pleasure of a blow job.

I can't even begin to describe the effect his hard meaty cock sliding between my lips, the head grazing the roof of my mouth, the taste of his precum, was having on me.

"He's very good," Jeff said, patting my head like a puppy while I licked his shaft, swirled my tongue around the silky smooth head of his dick and played with his nuts. "Where did you find him?"

"In the locker room at school last month, sucking another boy's dick during lunch. All the years we've been in school together and I never suspected he was queer. Man, you just never know who'll turn out to be a fag."

"Who was he sucking?" Stuart wanted to know.

"Mark Levine, if you can believe it."

Mitch and Stuart traded jokes about Mark while Jeff turned his attention back to me. "How ya doing down there, Steven? I guess you like my big dick stuffed in your fag mouth."

Stuffed was right. I had less than half of his prick in my mouth; if it was any fatter my lips were going to crack, breathing was becoming a problem, but I wanted more. Remembering something I had read in one of Mark's porno mags, I put both hands behind my back, a sign of submission and trust, and looked up into Jeff's sparkling green eyes.

Jeff looked down at me and chuckled, "You want it all, don't you?"

Yes! I wanted to shout. More dick! Please, more dick! Ram it down my throat, please!

"I can see it in your eyes, same look the dorm fag gets in his eyes when we feed him dick at school. You'd like to swallow my dick, right? Bury your nose in my pubes? Feel my nuts snugged up against your chin?"

I nodded slightly and looked away, ashamed of what I was thinking and embarrassed that he could so easily read what was going on in my mind and my mouth. I caught sight of Stuart, mouth agape, eyes wide open, staring at me in awe. I could almost see my reflection in his glassy eyes. To my left, Mitch was watching me suck cock too while stroking his cock, patiently waiting for his turn. He gave me the high sign, no doubt pleased with his decision to share me...share my mouth with his cousin Jeff and Stuart.

"No can do," Jeff said, rocking his hips forward and back in an easy unhurried motion. "Much as I'd like to ram my cock down your throat, use your mouth like a pussy, you'll never be able to take it all sucking dick from your knees, Steven. Not a big prick like mine anyway. The dorm fag can't even do it from his knees and that queer freshman's had a lot of practice on big college cocks this past year.

"See, the angle is all wrong from your knees. You have to line up your throat and the prick, get'em both going in the same direction.

"Hey Jeff," Mitch interrupted, "You almost done with him? I'd like to get off a couple of times in his mouth before the sun comes up."

"Same for me," Stuart piped up. "I wanna cum in the fag's mouth too. And on his face. Be a kick see'n my jizz all over his face."

I grabbed hold of his hip with one hand, cupped his balls with the other, to avoid being knocked over when Jeff speeded up the pace of his measured thrusts into my mouth. Bobbing my head to meet each thrust, I felt his nutsack tightening, orgasm building and readied my mouth for what I hoped would be a huge load of semen.

He came like a geyser. Forceful spurts of rich warm cream spewed into my mouth over several incredible minutes. Not a flood of sperm in quick successive spurts like Mitch does, Mark too, when cumming in my mouth. Jeff controlled his ejaculation, timed his spurts, spaced them out, so I was able to really taste his thick sperm: the spicy, salty, tangy taste, and swallow, before he released the next spurt into me. Incredible is the only way to describe his orgasm.

"Hey, cuz," Jeff panted, casually wiping his cock on my upturned face. "You know why dick is like a bag of potato chips to a fag?"

Mitch joined his cousin in front of me. "No, why?" He gasped as I pulled his rock hard penis away from his hairy stomach and brought it to my lips. Paul Sweet from Boys Town had been so right. One dick, one load of cum was not enough...not when another beauty was there to fill the temporary void in my mouth.

"How about you, Stuart? C'mom, take a guess."

"I don't know."

"Because I can't eat just one," I cried out in frustration, and crawled after Mitch who had jumped back, startled by my outburst. Laughter filled the room as he kept walking backwards and I kept crawling after him. Their laughter didn't bother me one bit. Well, maybe a little when it continued on far longer than I thought the joke was worth. They wanted blow jobs and I wanted to suck. I wanted another dick in my mouth. I don't even like potato chips.

I finally backed Mitch into a corner, but he scooted away before I could claim my prize. I whirled around, "C'mon, Mitch, stop kidding around. Stand still and let me suck."

Grinning from ear to ear, he kind of shrugged his shoulders.

"Please," I said, choking back a sob. "Please let me suck your cock."

Even Stuart stopped laughing when I said that. "Did the fag just say please?"

"Okay Steven, you can suck my cock, but do my balls first."

Mitch has great balls. I love the way they smell and the way the hair tickles my tongue when I roll them around in my mouth. I had them both stuffed in my mouth when he called out, "Hey Jeff, your fag at school suck balls?"

"Balls? Sure he sucks balls. Assholes too, cuz."

"You hear that, fag? Assholes. Maybe, ah shit. Quick, get my dick in your mouth, Steven. I'm gonna cum any second."

Mitch blasted off in my mouth with his usual six furious squirts of sperm, three previous blow jobs and I was a pro at taking his cum. I swallowed his load, gulped it down, then milked his cock and licked away the tiny beads as they ooze out of the pee slit. I wouldn't have thought it possible a few weeks ago, but while I was licking up the last of it I realized that I was beginning to really enjoy the unusual taste of semen. I also realized that cocksucking was hard work. Back to back blow jobs and I was out of breath. My mouth was tired from all the sucking...my knees hurt too.

"Where are you going, fag?" Stuart said when I stood up to stretch my legs. Get back on your knees. There's another big dick for your cocksucker mouth."

"Stuart, give me a second to catch my breath, okay?"

"Your second is up, fag. Get back on your knees and suck my dick. Oh, and don't forget to say please before you put it in your mouth, cocksucker."

Stuart had an ugly penis. He was circumcised, but the head was shaped funny and the shaft, rather than being straight, kind of bent in the middle. His crotch didn't smell so good either, sweat and English Leather don't mix well. There were pimples on the inside of his thighs, acne, like he had on his face. I sucked him off anyway. Ugly or not it was still a cock. There was a load of sperm waiting for me to suck out of his lumpy balls.

Once I got him in my mouth, yeah, I said please like he wanted, I got lost in the pleasure of the blow job. "You like that dick?" He kept saying over and over. "Suck it, fag. Suck it all."

"Take it easy, don't choke him to death," Mitch said when Stuart grabbed my head and tried to force all of his penis into me. I gagged and sputtered, panic set in, until he backed off and I was able to breathe again.

"Who gives a shit if he chokes to death," Stuart responded with a laugh. "He's only a fag, a cocksucking fag."

"Yeah, that's true. Steven's just a fag, but he's my fag...he's my cocksucker. You know any other fags, anybody else that sucks dick? Your girl friend, Candy Watters, does she suck your cock? Ruth Steinway, Claire Hodges, Lisa Marie Petrone...any of the girls from school gonna get on her knees and suck cock like Steven?"

Stuart thrust into my mouth a couple of times before answering, "Fat chance. Candy won't open her mouth to french kiss when we make out at the movies. Claire let me sort of touch her tit inside her blouse one time when we were alone at her house, man that was so hot. I opened my fly, asked her to rub my boner a little...she called me a pig and told me to get out. Jerked off twice when I got home."

"See what I mean, Stuart? You wanna jerk off all summer or...get sucked off every day by our fag friend Steven? We can even take him with us to Washington Baths in case we get horny watching all the girls in bikinis."

"Hmmmm. A blow job every day...Hey, why'd you stop, fag?"

I'd stopped sucking Stuart to consider what Mitch had said. Mark and I had plans to go to Times Square at least twice a week, Sebbe's place was due to open on the fourth of July. And there were places in Greenwich Village that Mark wanted to show me, gay guys he wanted me to meet...Lorraine had invited us to a party at her apartment on Bleeker Street. How could I suck off Mitch every day, Stuart too?

Get up early, I figured, blow them both before we took the subway to Manhattan. Mark would go nuts from the smell of cum on my breath. Washington Baths, the beach club near Coney Island. I'd been there once with my family years ago. Great big pool and the beach and rows of little cabanas to change your clothes. Too expensive, I remember dad saying, when I asked if we could join.

"Get back on my dick, cocksucker. Suck me fag!" Stuart demanded. "Weekends too, Mitch?"

"Don't see why not.

"Suck me fag," Stuart said more kindly than before. "Don't choke on my cock though, we got a long summer in front of us."

Stuart didn't spurt like Jeff or Mitch, rather his load of sperm sort of oozed into my mouth; really thick stuff and lots of it. There was no need to swallow such a load quickly so I held it in my mouth after Stuart had gone soft and gave some thought to erection.

I'd been too embarrassed to touch myself while blowing them; what would they think of me, jerking off...cumming, with a dick in my mouth? But the ache in my testicles was getting worse. I couldn't wait much longer. I had to masturbate now with Stuart's sperm fresh in my mouth.

The space behind Mr. Vertig's desk offered the only private spot in the room. I crawled there quietly and flipped over onto my back. Stuart's chatter masked the sound of the deep sigh that escaped from my cum slick mouth when I grasped my painfully erect prick.

"Oh man that was outrageous. What a blow job. Steven Ryan a queer, a cocksucking cum swallowing faggot. Man, I still can't believe it. The guys at school won't believe us Mitch, when we tell..."

"I wouldn't tell if I were you."

"Why not, Jeff?"

"Yeah, Jeff, why shouldn't we tell all the guys at school that Steven's a fag?"

I felt sick to my stomach, and not from the three loads of cum in my belly.

"Economics 1.1, supply and demand. Listen up you two and learn something from an experienced college man. First off, how many cocksuckers do you know? Boy or girl, doesn't matter. One, right? One faggot to supply the demand for blow jobs. Second. How many boys in your school? Just the ninth graders, the graduating class. About a hundred?"

"One hundred and seven boys," Mitch said.

"And one fag," Stuart added with a laugh.

"Third. What is the demand? In other words, how many of the hundred and seven do you think would like a blow job?"

"All of them," Mitch and Stuart shouted out with one voice. "That's all we talk about when we're not talking about sports or cars," Mitch continued. "Sex and making out, hand jobs, blow jobs and getting laid."

"So the demand for blow jobs is high and the supply of cocksuckers is low. One cocksucker to be exact. One fag cocksucker to service one hundred and seven horny teenage boys."

Not one cocksucker, two cocksuckers, if you counted Mark Levine, I almost said without thinking. Thanks to me though, nobody knew that Mark was one. Thanks to Mitch and Stuart, everybody was going to know, oh god, everybody was going to know that I was a fag. How was I going to deal with that and what's more, how was I going to suck off one hundred and seven boys?

"And that's just for starters. Once the word gets out, and make no mistake about it, the word will get out, Steven's going to feel like, uh, like he was born on his knees with a dick in his mouth. Guys'll be lined up for blow jobs."

"How's he gonna suck off one hundred and seven boys? It'll take days...a whole week maybe. Shit, I found him. Steven's my fag. I'm not waiting a week between blow jobs from my own cocksucker."

"That's my point exactly, cuz. Don't tell, keep the cocksucker for yourself. How many people already know that Steven is a fag?"

"You and me and Stuart, just the three of us as far as I know. Oh, and Mark Levine, the boy he was sucking when I found him in the locker room. I haven't told anyone else."

"Keep it that way through the summer. Things'll change once you start high school in September."

Listen to your cousin, Mitch, I prayed silently.

"What'll change? We won't want blow jobs in high school?"

"That's not what I mean, Stuart. Remember supply and demand?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there'll be more supply in high school to meet the demand."

"You're kidding, right? More boys are gonna become cocksuckers? You hear that, Mitch? Some boys, maybe boys we know, are gonna turn into faggots like Steven."

"No, no, no. Not boys, Stuart, girls. You won't need to use faggots like Steven to suck your dick anymore because the girls will be ready for sex. The ugly girls, the girls nobody will go out with. The girls so desperate for a guy's attention...they'll be ready for sex when they get to high school. Don't expect to score with the pretty girls though. Like the catholics, they won't give up their panties until senior year. Some not 'til college."

If Jeff was right then my theory about girls and sex was right. My mistake was being a few months early and Kathy Conners was too pretty and very catholic. I sure hoped he was wrong about high school boys though. Other than Mark, who was I going to suck if Mitch and Stuart no longer needed me for blow jobs? Who'd cum in my mouth? Just when I was beginning to really enjoy the taste of sperm too.

"Pick out an ugly one the very first day of school. Be nice to her, make her feel pretty and before long she will do anything you want. Trust me on this, guys, a little kindness and you'll have that ugly girl eating out of your hand."

"It's not my hand I'll want her eating out of," Mitch said with a laugh.

"Play your cards right with an ugly girl, Mitch, and your cock will be very well taken care of. Maybe not right away, and you may be disappointed the first time she goes down on you. Fag boys, like your cocksucker Steven, suck dick better than girls. But be patient because she will get better with all the practice you'll be giving her. And anyway, your main objective isn't her mouth...it's her pussy. Ugly girls got tits and cunts same as pretty girls. Firm tits with pretty pink nipples that get hard, drives them crazy, when you suck the nipples."

Stuart, closest to the desk, mumbled something about boys having tits too.

"And just like pretty girls, ugly girls have smooth bodies to rub against and soft hands to stroke your cock and tickle your balls, and legs that are going to spread wide open for the first guy who treats her nice. Do what I'm telling you when school starts after Labor Day and she'll be on her back giving you her cherry before Thanksgiving."

"Where's Steven? All this talk is giving me a hardon. Anybody else up for another blow job from our favorite cocksucker?"

I crawled out slowly from behind the desk to find the three of them sporting erections. "Who's first?" I said eagerly, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice...a dick out of my mouth.

Jeff whispered something to Stuart and Mitch which made them both smile and nod their heads. One dick in my mouth and one in each hand. Not the perfect solution, but it kept them hard and happy, and it sure kept the precum flowing. They switched off so much that I gave up trying to keep track of whose dick was where and just concentrated on sucking whosever turn it was in my mouth. My jaw was still sore from the first round of blow jobs, but Stuart's cum was long gone from my mouth...I wanted more.

"You do this a lot with your fag at college, Jeff?" Mitch wanted to know. "It's kind of fun taking turns in his mouth. He must be getting tired though, he's not sucking as good as before."

"Not much. There's twelve of us on the floor and the fag can't handle more than three dicks, well, four actually, but I think I'll save that for another time. There's lots of other fun stuff we do with our fag. Once in a while, just for laughs, we lock him out his room naked or have him jog around the track in his jock. There's no women on campus so it's no big deal. When we're really bored, like in the winter when the weather's bad and we can't drive over to the women's college, we put him together with the other campus queer, watch the two of them go at each other, and take bets on which fag will cum first. Oh, and each semester, after finals, we do something special just for him. It's a sacrifice for us, but it's something the cocksucker really likes."

"What's that, Jeff?"

"A bunch of us assemble by the field house with the cocksucker, we do it outside because it gets kind of messy, and then, one at a time, we jerk off into the fag's mouth. We do all the work and the fag gets all the reward...about a dozen loads of cum."

The dick in my mouth, Stuart's dick as it turned out, swelled like he was going to cum. "Let's do that," he said, pulling out with a pop. "Let's all jerk off into Steven's mouth."

The telegram was waiting for us when we got home from graduation exercises. In less than a year, seven months to be exact, my father first and now my brother, a New York City policeman and a soldier in Viet Nam, both killed in the line of duty.

My mother's faith in god was tested yet again, and yet again held fast. She went to early mass every morning, urging me to join her, but I had better things to do with my time. Mr. Levine came by often. He made her laugh, which was good, and he made her leave the house, which was even better. No sooner would the car pull away from the curb before Mark and I had our clothes off and our hard dicks buried in each others mouths. Mark would light up a joint and we'd plan our day's activities. He was smoking a lot of pot and I think he was popping pills too.

The days and weeks passed by; Terrence was dead and our lives slowly resumed at least the appearance of normalcy. My mother found happiness in the company of Mr. Levine. As for me, well, the long hot days and sultry nights of the summer of 1964 melted away the last vestiges of innocent youth. I looked for happiness with little regard for the consequences, and found it too; often times naked and usually with a dick in my mouth.

PART 5

Chapter 18

I'm not sorry about what I did a week after the memorial service for Terrence. Watching that innocent little boy walk out of Father Peter's office with his hair mussed and his fly half open made me hornier than I was before I got to the church. I was there for a grief counseling session, against my will, but I had agreed to meet with Father Peter to make my mother happy, get her off my back.

I was dealing okay with the death of my brother, less well with the fact that Mitch hadn't called me since the night of the prom, and not at all well with the daily amount of cock I was getting. One cock, one dick to suck was frustrating. One or two loads from Mark barely satisfied my newly discovered, almost insatiable craving for cum.

Mark understood when I told him how I was feeling one night on the way home from Manhattan. The subway was stifling, stuck in a dark tunnel and the lights had gone out barely a minute after leaving the Bleeker Street station. There wasn't a breath of air coming through the open windows.

"How many cocks did you suck this afternoon at Lorraine's place?" Mark asked. "Four? Five?"

We were alone at our end of the subway car, it was dark too, so I let my hand wander from Mark's knee to his thigh before answering. "Six," I said. "No wait, eight. Six cocks in her apartment and two cocks in the hallway, the colored boys who made the delivery. They were cute so I followed them out and offered to blow them."

Mark laughed. "Doing your part for the civil rights movement, huh?

"That's me alright, an equal opportunity cocksucker. What was in the package anyway?"

"Greenies. You want one?"

I had sort of promised Terrence to stay away from drugs. "Not for me, Mark, and you should cut it out too. Pot and pills, what's next, heroin? I'm worried about you getting addicted to that shit."

"Be cool. I got it under control. You're the one that should be worried."

"About what?"

Mark laughed softly, moving my hand from his thigh to his crotch. "Eight blow jobs, huh? All eight cum in your mouth, Steven?"

"Yeah, sure. Of course." One of the colored boys had pissed in my mouth too, but I decided to keep that fact to myself.

"Was that the only sperm you ate at Lorraine's?"

The temperature in the car seemed to be rising by the minute. I gave Mark's cock a playful squeeze and nipped at his earlobe. "How did you know?"

"Lorraine saw you between fucks, picking them up as each guy tossed the used rubber on the floor. She told me what you did when we were leaving."

"They were just laying there, Mark, filled with sperm and going to waste. There was nobody left at the party to suck off, all the guys were screwing Lorraine, and I wanted more cum. I wonder why the guys were using rubbers?"

"Did you ever stop to consider that maybe you're the one who's got a problem?" Mark said as the lights came back on and the train began to move. "Six, no eight blow jobs and...how many scum bags did you empty into your mouth?"

"Eight."

"Sixteen loads of cum! Sounds to me like you're addicted to the stuff."

"You think I'm addicted...addicted to sperm?" I said as the train jerked its way into the station. Mark shrugged his shoulders as the doors opened and the car filled up with people. His greenie must have kicked in because we rode the rest of the home in silence. We didn't even make plans to meet the next day, after my appointment with Father Peter.

"Call me Max," the grey haired man said in accented English as Sandy sat me down in front of the desk. The way he spoke reminded me of the kindly old Jewish man who owned the corner candy store in my neighborhood.

"The fehgalah?" He asked Sandy with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

Sandy put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Yes Max, this is Steven, the boy I told you about. What do you think?"

"I think you can go back to work while Steven and I get acquainted."

Max was a good listener, a lot like my grandfather. I told him all about myself and my family, school and friends, hobbies. I talked, he asked a few questions, nothing about sex until he leaned back in his chair, smiled and asked me to stand up and take off my shorts. A simple matter of sucking in my gut and letting them fall to my feet.

"Do you shvitz?" He asked when I stood before him naked.

The Jewish word for suck I thought and quickly said yes. Max sprang up from his chair and came around the desk to stand next to me. His long penis swayed back and forth with his testicles when he walked, and he didn't have a tan line. I stood there quietly as he ran his hands over my body; tweaked my nipples, sniffed under my arms and gently fondled my erection.

"The tush now, boytchick," Max said, bending me over the chair and spreading my cheeks open. "Very nice. Did Sandy or any of the other boys fuck you this morning?"

"No sir," I gasped as a wet finger pressed against my hole. "Blow jobs only. I, I've never been fucked."

Mark hates to get fucked. He told me it hurt like hell the few times he let a guy use his ass, make him pussy is how he put it. He won't fuck me because he's afraid he'll hurt me.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that. Come, boytchick."

With a last look at my shorts, I let him take my hand and lead me naked through the cabana area and up a flight of stairs to a large sun filled space. Four old men, four naked old men were playing cards. Two other naked men were stretched out on lounge chairs soaking up the sun that streamed through the glass roof and reflected off the mirror-like walls. College dick in the morning, senior citizens to suck in the afternoon. A full day of cocksucking. Max laughed softly when he noticed my mouth hanging open and the sunlit drop of precum hanging from the tip of my erect penis.

"Later, boytchick," he said, reading my mind like an open book. "First we shvitz."

Shvitz meant sweat, not suck, I quickly discovered when I followed Max into a small, intensely hot, steam filled room. In less than a minute I was sweating profusely from the heat and shivering from the feel of Max's tongue on my nipples and his hand cupped under my sweaty balls.

"Are you going to fuck me, Max, make me pussy?" I asked when his finger probed around my hole.

"Would you like to get fucked, boytchik? It might hurt."

"That's what my friend from school told me, but I think I want to try it anyway." I wrapped my hand around Max's long semi-erect cock. "You see, Max, for the longest time I was afraid to suck a dick and let a guy cum in my mouth. I really wanted to suck...I dreamed about it, but I was afraid. I waited a long time, far too long, to suck my first dick, become a cocksucker. I don't want to make the same mistake again. I really want to try fucking, become a pussy boy. So will you fuck me Max? Please."

"I wish I could, boytchick, but that dick in your hand...that's as hard as it gets."

"What if I suck it, Max? I'm a good cocksucker."

"So I hear. But you can suck my old dick for an hour and it will never get hard enough to make it into your sweet hole."

Max was right of course. His long cock was fun to suck though, because since it never did get rock hard in my mouth, I could let it slip into my throat without choking. His cum was different too, less salty than any I had tasted before. The salty sweat when I licked his cock and balls clean, more than made up for the lack of salt in his cum.

"Sandy was right, boytchick, you're a fine cocksucker. And now it's my turn to enjoy. Lay back on the bench lad, we'll see what we can do about scratching the itch in your boy pussy."

The swirling clouds of steam began to take on shape, angels and cherubs appeared before me as Max ran his tongue along the length of my cock. The gates of heaven opened along with the cheeks of my ass when he spread my legs as wide as they could go and took my balls, both at once, into his warm wet mouth. I reached for my cock, but he pushed my hands away and took it into his mouth. I came. A gusher of sperm bathed his mouth impossibly stuffed with my five inch cock and smooth hairless balls.

With surprising speed for a man his age, Max had my legs over his shoulders, his face between my buns and his tongue poking at my hole. I didn't feel a thing except pure pleasure when he slipped a finger into me. The second finger stretching my hole had me reaching for my cock again.

"In my mouth," Max said. "Piss first if you need to, boytchick, then more of your sweet boycum. A sin to waste while I open your tight boy pussy for my tongue and later, maybe for the hard cock of one of my fehgalah studs."

Max was a man of his word. He drank every drop of piss I had in me and the small load of sperm that followed shortly after. My asshole felt empty when he removed his fingers and had me squat on his face. Max ate...no, he devoured my virgin ass. His hands split me open like a juicy melon, exposing my hole to his lips and the tip of his tongue. Inches from my face, Max's long fleshy cock cushioned atop his loose hairy balls looked to inviting to pass up. Max started to piss the moment I closed my lips around the large purple head. All but tasteless, like his cum I thought, swallowing the uneven flow of warm urine.

I didn't think it possible, but when Max replaced his tongue with a long finger and began to root around inside my ass...I got hard again. I moved my ass, sort of fucked myself on his finger, rubbed my cock on his body and sucked Max's dick all at the same time. I came when Max tickled my tight nuts with his tongue.

"You're a good boy," Max said, wiping his face with a towel as we left the steam room together. "Putting up with an old queer like me. An old fag who can't get it up anymore. Would you like to get fucked now? I mean really fucked. A big dick, nice and hard, for your sweet boy pussy?"

"Yes," I said, touching my tender hole. Wondering who he had in mind to take my cherry and worrying how much it was going to hurt.

"Which one of my fehgalahs would you like to take your cherry?"

"Sandy," I said without hesitation or embarrassment, although my penis was rising as we walked. "Are we going back to your office, Max? I left my shorts there."

"Sandy is a good choice, he'll be gentle with you. I know because he's fucked me several times. Good looking college boy with a big cock, quite thick too, and he cums like a racehorse. The women would be all over him if he wasn't a fehgalah."

"My shorts, Max," I said again, growing more concerned as we got closer to the pool. I heard voices, people talking...laughing. Max had a towel around his waist, I was naked. Bare assed naked, a hardon too, yet Max was leading me by the hand to the crowded pool. My eyes were useless, blinded by the afternoon sun, when I felt the heat of the pool deck through my sandals.

Dead silence. Shock no doubt at the sight of a naked teenage boy with a hardon no less, entering the pool area. Women and children, teenage girls and boys, including Mitch and Stuart...all staring at my naked body and not making a sound. I expected gasps of shock and disbelief followed by humiliating laughter and giggles. All I got was silence for several long, extremely embarrassing minutes.

A voice, deep, booming and heavily accented, broke the silence. "Max, Max, who's the naked boy? Your new fehgalah?"

Unless another boy had decided to strip and stand next to Max, everybody, all of the hundred or so people at Washington Baths now knew for certain that I was a fag. And just in case someone hadn't been paying attention or didn't understand Jewish or maybe hadn't noticed my little boner, another voice, louder than the first called out, "Your new fag's got a baby dick, Max, not much pubic hair. He hardly looks old enough to cum...much less suck your cock?"

Max put a possessive arm around his fag's shoulder, mine. "He cums just fine I'll have you know, and suck," Max chuckled, "A mouth on him like you wouldn't believe, a regular vacuum cleaner. He's a far better cocksucker than any of you old queens." Max hugged me possessively while driving the final nail into my coffin.

I wasn't thinking...straight, gay or clearly, or I surly would have realized that something was amiss, something strange was going on. I can hardly be faulted, two of my worst nightmares were coming true right before my sun blinded tear filled eyes. Everyone at Washington Baths could see that I was naked. Everyone now knew for certain that I was a fag, Max's fag, a fag and a cocksucker. What next...a demonstration? Why not go all the way and suck Max's cock, put on a show in front of all these nice people?

I had dreamed about it often enough, my third nightmare; naked, on my knees, a dick in my mouth and a live audience present to witness my complete humiliation. It wasn't part of my dream, but maybe if Mitch and Stuart were still here they could jerk off into my mouth or cum on my face. Maybe my new friend Sandy could fuck me in public too.

"That sun is blinding, too hot for an old man like me," Max said. "Two minutes and I'm ready to plotz. Come, boytchik, I have a table in the shade. We'll have a cold drink and I'll introduce you to the old fags I call my friends. Then you can go play, make nice with the other fehgalahs."

Out of the sun my eyes cleared quickly. Not that I wanted to see or talk to anyone or suffer any more embarrassment. I stole a quick peak at the pool and froze...shocked, not believing what I was seeing.

EVERYBODY WAS NAKED!!

Max, sitting next to me, had let his towel fall open. He was naked. The old men around the table...naked. The few guys around the pool, the fellow on the diving board, Sandy walking towards me...naked. No women and children, no teenage girls and boys, no Mitch and no Stuart were poolside at Washington Baths. I spotted Jack, Walt, David, Roger, Nick and Bruce; the guys I had sucked off, and a few other guys by the refreshment stand, they were naked too. The place was deserted except for thirteen gorgeous and very suckable naked guys, seven naked old men, and me. All of us wearing nothing, not a stitch, completely naked except for yellow flip-flops.

Max laughed when he saw my erect penis. "Beautiful boys, aren't they? College boys only you should know, good boys, smart boys ...and every one a fehgalah like you."

"What happened? I mean where did everybody else go?"

"Nathans for a hot dog, maybe," Max answered over the glass of iced tea he was drinking. "Home to make supper for their hard working husbands. We close at five during the week and see, the fun is about to begin. Go, boytchik, go play...make nice with the other fags."

I almost knocked Sandy over in my haste to join the mass of naked guys assembling on the nearby patch of grass. Two guys were already paired off in a hot looking sixty-nine. Two others were on their backs, legs spread, their partners squirting what had to be lube in and around their assholes. A hard dick to suck, balls to lick and a fresh mouthful of delicious semen was only steps away.

"Hey, slow down, buddy," Sandy said. "There's plenty of dick to go around. You'll get your share of cock and cum. How did things go with Max?"

"Max? Fine," I said, grabbing hold of Sandy's hardon. Quickly, before I could change my mind, I said, "Would you fuck me, Sandy? Please? I want you to fuck my ass...make me a pussy boy."

Sandy laughed. "You've never been fucked, Steven? You're a virgin?"

"Uh huh."

"Does Max know?"

"I told him and I would have let him fuck me, but..."

"Yeah, I know, his cock won't get hard enough. Bend over Steven, let me check out your hole. Did Max get a finger in?"

"Two fingers, and it felt good. Now I want a cock, your cock, Sandy. I want your dick inside me. I want you to cum inside me."

After poking around in my ass for a couple of minutes, Sandy gave me the bad news. "My dick is too big, too fat. It'll rip you up. The pain will be terrible."

"But I really want to get fucked, Sandy. Like I told Max, I waited a long time to suck my first cock and now that I'm a cocksucker I want to be a pussy too."

"I understand what you're saying, Steven. I felt much the same way when I was about fourteen and the leader of my boy scout troupe had me suck his cock at summer camp."

"He made you do it?"

"Nah, I'd wanted to do it for more than a year, he was a hunk, but I didn't know how to go about it. He caught me one night after lights out, going down on the kitchen crew and he let me suck him off too. Biggest cock I had ever sucked...too big for my virgin ass, but I wanted him to make me pussy. He fucked me alright, right into the infirmary with a torn asshole. So I'll fuck you, Steven, but I can't take your cherry. We need to stretch your hole first and I know just the guy to do it."

"Who?"

"Juan Santiago, the guy from the refreshment stand. He's got a long thin cock...you'll know you've been fucked and it won't be painless, but his dick will stretch your hole without tearing the flesh like mine would. What do you say?"

How ironic, I thought, nodding my head. The first boy Mark had sucked off when he was seven years old, the boy who had made Mark a cocksucker was named Juan Santiago. Now, years later, a boy with the same name was going to fuck me and make me a pussy.

Sandy stayed with me the whole time Juan was preparing my ass for his dick. Max and his cronies had front row seats to what was fast becoming a group activity. Everyone wanted to see my virgin pucker, kiss it for luck, Sandy explained as I nursed on his cock to steady my nerves. Everyone also had an opinion as to the best lube to use and the best way to position me for the initial penetration.

"Doggy style is best for breaking in a tight new pussy like this one," Juan announced, cutting off the friendly debate. "Once I open him up with my dick, fill him up with jizz, you guys will be able to fuck him anyway you want."

"It's entirely up to you," Sandy said when I asked if everybody was going to fuck me after Juan got finished? "The first time can be tough, after that it's a breeze. Take it easy on him, Juan...use plenty of lube. Max'll be pissed at all of us if you hurt his new fag."

I looked over at Max who, along with his friends, was watching as Juan got into position between my legs. Standing in a group to their left was the rest of the staff also watching and probably hoping that I'd let them fuck me too. Why not, I thought. If I liked Juan's cock in me and it didn't hurt too much. We were all gay boys, fags with nothing to hide from each other. Half of them had already experienced my skills as a cocksucker so why not let them all fuck me too.

Juan spread my cheeks and pressed his cock at my hole. A huge cheer went up when he announced that the head was in. The initial pain of penetration, the burning sensation brought tears to my eyes and made me question my decision to give up my pussy. Where was it written that a faggot cocksucker had to be a faggot pussy boy too? Mark was a fag and he wouldn't let anybody fuck him, not even me, his best friend.

Sandy kissed away my tears. "I know it hurts, but the worst part is over. Here, suck my cock, Steven, I'll get one of the guys to lick your nuts, take your mind off the pain."

Sandy's meaty dick in my mouth, an unseen tongue on my balls...it may have been a coincidence but the pain was gone. Juan's dick in my butt felt good. No, better than good, great. I felt my asshole opening for Juan's dick much like Lorraine's cunt had opened for my dick the time I fucked her at Mark's house. Now I was being fucked, up the ass doggy style like a bitch dog in heat. Now I was the pussy servicing a stiff cock and it felt wonderful.

"This pussy is ready to party," Juan announced as he eased all the way into me. "Take a number, boys, because I'm not going to last long."

Sandy was the last one to fuck me, but the first to have me on my back like a girl, face to face with my legs over his shoulders. Max had licked me clean, sucked the multiple loads of sperm out of my ass before Sandy mounted me, leaving just enough cum behind to lubricate Sandy's fat cock. All around us guys were fucking and sucking, pissing on each other...gay boys having one hell of a good time. Laughter filled the air as Sandy fucked me to heaven, before filling my bowels with powerful spurts of warm cum.

"You ever suck your own?" He said, rocking forward so that my knees were by my ears and my rock hard cock was no more than an inch from my lips. I opened my mouth to reply, Sandy flexed his dick which was still hard in my ass, applied a bit more downward pressure and the head was in. My rock hard cock, drippy with precum, was in my mouth.

The head at first and then half the shaft as Sandy began to fuck me again. He was still thrusting into me when I blasted off like a rocket, filling my mouth with heavy spurts of sperm from my own balls. I couldn't swallow fast enough and would have choked to death on my own cum if he hadn't pulled out, quickly rolled me over and slapped me on the back to dislodge the thick wad of cum that was stuck in my throat.

"Is he okay?" Max called out, concern evident in his voice.

"He's fine now, Max."

"Are you sure? Maybe I should call a doctor."

Sandy chuckled and whispered in my ear. "You want to explain what happened to a doctor?"

"No way," I said and quickly rushed over to Max. "No doctor, Max. I'm okay...really. I'll show you." Fall off a horse, climb back on. Choke on a cock...

Max enjoyed the blow job I gave him and my offer to suck off his old friends too. Not one of them got hard enough to fuck me which was a shame because guys were screwing all around us and my ass felt empty without a cock. Max must have seen me fingering my ass as I sucked. "The fehgalah needs a hard dick," he called out. "Who's free to fuck him?"

The party continued until the sun went down and it got too dark to see a dick in front of your face. Max called it a night when even I, the youngest fag in the group, couldn't get it up anymore.

Before they left, each of the old men gave me a five dollar bill. Max gave me a membership card to Washington Baths and an invitation to next week's party. "Once a week is all this old heart can take," he said, patting me on the ass.

I took the money and the free membership, shrugging off the thought that it was payment for sex. Whores sold their bodies, got paid for sex. I was a fag, sure, a cocksucker, but I wasn't a boy whore selling blow jobs or, after today, peddling my ass for a few bucks. The money was nice though, thirty bucks to suck off a few old men.

Six of us, carrying our clothes, piled naked into Sandy's car. I sat in the middle between Sandy and Juan, stroking each of their cocks and thinking how great it was to be a cocksucker, a pussy boy...how great it was to be a fag.

The house was dark when Sandy parked at the curb which meant that my mother was not at home. A lucky break for me because it was almost ten o'clock and I hadn't called to say I'd be late.

"Thanks for a great time, Sandy, and for the ride home," I said, returning his unexpected but most welcome kiss, before ducking my head under the steering wheel to really show my appreciation.

"Did Max invite you for next week?"

"Mmmm Mmmmm," was the only sound I could make as Sandy's cock just sort of, kind of accidently on purpose found its way between my lips and into my mouth after I kissed the head. I know it was a crazy thing to do in front of my own house, but it had been a crazy day, a wonderful day that had to end the way it had begun...end with a dick in my cocksucker mouth.