Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 11:52:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ragin Cajun <ragincajun1987@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fun on the Bayou, Part 1

This story contains graphic language and details of homosexual acts and
drug use.  If you are offended by such activities or if you are underage,
please read no further.

This is one of a several chapters about my sexual exploits in college
during the mid 1980's.  These stories are true, but please keep in mind
that most of the sexual activities noted occurred between close long-term
friends that had no possibility of being exposed to AIDS at that time.
Now, safe sex is not an option, it is a requirement.


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My roommate, Carl, and I had been rooming with another guy for two
years. We had been friends since high school, and he never knew, or so I
thought, that I was gay.

During the second semester of our sophomore year, we had a huge falling out
with our other roommate, Hans. Hans was a major slob and we were
"anal-retentive bastards", so we decided to part ways.  Carl and I
maintained the apartment, but we would only room together for one more year
because Carl was going to LSU Medical School in New Orleans while I was
staying in Baton Rouge to obtain my degree. I stayed there during the
summer because I attended summer classes for additional credits, but Carl
agreed to split the costs with me because he worked as a roustabout on the
offshore oil rigs and he planned to stay with me during his time off.

I guess I should now describe us, and our relationship up until that
time. My name is Paul, and I'm 6', 160, brown hair, green eyes, hairy
chest, and a swimmer's build. Carl is 6'1", 170, dirty blond hair,
beautiful blues eyes, a lightly dusted chest, and a nicely toned body from
playing on our high school football, basketball, and baseball teams. I had
thought that I was gay since I was 12 years old, but Carl was the
straightest guy around because he could and did have any girl he wanted. Up
until this time, I was a total virgin, not having done it with either girls
or guys. Carl knew that I was a virgin, but he never mentioning anything to
me about the possibility of my being gay. I was the class valedictorian,
and Carl was the high school jock. Normally, two guys like us wouldn't hit
it off, but by growing up in a very small hometown, less than 2,000,
everyone pretty much knew each other and we all got along.

Summer school had started, and it had been about a month since I had last
seen Carl. He was pulling double-duty offshore, and he went to Florida on
his vacation during his time off. He called me on a Thursday night and said
he would be up on Friday. He had just come in, would have five days off,
and wanted to hang around the apartment. I was extremely excited because I
had been working so hard at school and my part-time job that I didn't have
any time to myself. As luck would have it, this was my off weekend.

When Carl arrived, I was taking a bath. Because I had been living by myself
for awhile, I hadn't bothered to lock the bathroom door. I was so jerking
off, because I hadn't "taken care of business" in about a week, I didn't
hear Carl come in. To my complete surprise, he busted in the bathroom, and
I sat up with quite a jolt.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" I shouted.

"Sorry man, but it's a long ride up here, and I really have to piss!" he
said.

"No problem, it's good to see you." I said as I tried to hide my hard-on
under the water between my legs, but I was having difficulty with it
because the thought of his dick just a few inches from mine had caused
woody to grow even more than before.

He noticed and while staring at my dick he said, "Yeah I can tell, I didn't
know I turned on that much" as he faked a kiss to me.

"Fuck you!" I shouted back. "You interrupted me when I was about to pop a
nut."

"Yeah, well that will have to wait until later because I only have four
more days off. Hurry up so I can take a shower. I want to go out and get
fucked up and maybe find some pussy."

"OK, just give me a few more minutes."

Carl left the bathroom, and I finished my bath. I dried off, wrapped the
towel around my waist, and walked out. Carl could see me because he was
making his bed.

"All yours", I said.

"Cool, just give me a few minutes and we'll go to the bars", he answered.

I walked in my room and was getting dressed when I saw him walk by
completely naked with a towel on his shoulder. He stopped by my door and
said, "Don't waste any hot water while I'm showering because I promise you
buddy you'll get something much better than your hand tonight". He then
started laughing as he walked in the bathroom.

I was in total shock at this point and was asking myself all kinds of
questions. Could my dreams come true; was he hitting on me; or was he going
to try to set me up with some fish? I was feeling all kinds of emotions I
had never felt before, and as I was finished getting dressed, I noticed in
the mirror that my face was completely flushed.

I went in the living room and sat on the couch blankly staring at the TV
while he finished getting ready. When he was done, he walked by jingling
his keys to indicate he was ready to go.

We lived in a student apartment area that was conveniently located next to
three bars: Fred's, Sport's Illustrated, and Tiger's Den. We would usually
go to Sport's to get drunk because they had the best drink specials and
then to Tiger's to "pick-up chicks". We never went to Fred's because it was
a fraternity/sorority hang-out, and we were GDI's (God Damn Independent).

After having a few beers and some shots at Sport's, Carl and I were feeling
no pain. Carl then asked if I wanted to go to Tiger's. He said he really
needed to get laid tonight because he had been offshore for 10 days, and
with all the activity on the rig, he didn't have a chance to beat off and
his nuts felt like they weighed 50 pounds. While in the bar, Carl hit on
every woman in the place, even some chick's mother who was visiting her for
the weekend. After three hours, "we" still hadn't found anyone. Carl was
getting pissed, and he said "Fuck it, let's just go home and get stoned. I
got some killer shit last night. You really need to try it".

We walked back to the apartment, and Carl got the bong and started sifting
the weed. We each took three huge hits, and when combined with the alcohol,
we were both extremely buzzed. We were sitting on the couch listening to
the stereo. I had my eyes closed, but when I opened them, I was completely
shocked. Carl's dick was hard as a rock, and he was rubbing it through his
shorts.

"Carl, what are you doing", I softly inquired not to alarm him.

"Man, I'm just so fucking horny. I reeeeaaaallllyyyy need to get off", he
answered.

"Well, we'll just have to go in our rooms and jerk off as usual."

"Not necessarily!"

"What do you mean?"

"We could help each other out.  "How, jerk each other off?"

"No, have you ever thought about giving a guy a blow job or having a guy
give you one?"

At this point, I was completely shocked, and the alcohol/weed buzz just
added to the surrealism of the conversation. Here was the straightest guy I
knew talking about two guys giving each other head. I wanted to shout yes,
but I knew I had to play it cool.

"Well, maybe.", I said nonchalantly not wanting to give myself away.

"It's pretty cool", he said. "I've done it a few times. You know buds
should help each other out when they can."

"You've done it before, with who?", I asked.

"I can't say who. I don't screw around and talk, at least about
guys. Whatever you and I do will be completely between us. Cool?"

"OK"

With that, he stood up and told me to follow him. We walked to his bedroom,
and he wanted us to strip. I couldn't believe it, the guy I wanted to be
with for so long now wanted me to suck him. I looked at his cock and it
looked similar to mine only a little thicker. I'm 7" long and 5" wide,
while Carl is also 7" long, but 5.25" wide. We both have big low hanging
balls about the size of golf balls.

Carl jumped on the bed and spread his legs with his hard dick plopping on
his stomach.

"Suck me first", he said.

"You sure you want fuck me over and tell everyone I'm a queer?", I
inquired.

"No way man, you be good to me and I'll be good to you."

With that, I slowly kneeled between his legs. I really wanted to devour his
dick, but I played it cool. At first, I licked the tip. God, it tasted so
good. Then I licked up and down his shaft, and nuzzled his balls. I had
sniffed his briefs while jerking off before, but the smell of his pubes
directly in my nostrils drove me wild. I then took his whole dick in the
mouth in one gulp. I sucked hard and fast, dripping spit all over his dick
and balls. Carl was moaning loudly and told me to suck harder because he
really wanted to cum. I then sucking in circular motions around his head
while quickly and forcefully jerking his cock. As a result, he arched his
back and started pumping his dick in my mouth. I was caressing his balls,
and they began to tighten. I knew it wouldn't be much longer. After Carl
pumped my mouth for about three more minutes he started yelling, "I'm
cumming man, take it, take it!". With that he shot about seven huge shots
in my mouth. I really surprised myself because I was able to keep it
all. After I pumped his dick a few more times, I stood up and looked in his
eyes with his cum still in my mouth. I swished it around like mouthwash,
and swallowed it all in one gulp. Carl's eyes widened with amazement at
this, and he gave me a big shit-eating grin.

"It's your turn!", he shouted as he pushed me on my back. In no time, he
had my dick in his throat. With it being my first time, he only had to suck
me for about a minute before I blew six huge shots in his mouth. He didn't
waste any either and swallowed it all.

He then did something that really shocked me. He licked me up my chest and
sucked each of my nipples. After a minute on each, he then licked my neck
and stuck his tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately for what seemed
like forever, but was really only about five minutes.

"God, I've wanted to do that with you for so long!", he said.

"Me too, I just never pictured you as the type."

"Well, like I said I enjoy getting my buddies off. Some assholes are just
too worried about being labeled as queers to really enjoy the good stuff in
life."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Hey, since we've just gotten so close, I was thinking that this year's
going to be really tough on me, you know, getting ready for medical school
and all. I'm wondering if you would help me out during the year so I don't
have to waste my time with all those bitches".

"No problem, whenever you need help, just ask."  That was the most
beautiful music to my ears.

By this time, we were both hard again. "Well, I think I need some more help
now", he said.

With that, we laid side-side in a 69 and sucked each other off about three
more times that night.

During the rest of the summer, Carl would come up at least twice a month,
and we would not waste any time. We must have swallowed a gallon of each
other's cum, but the real action started our first day back in the fall

TO BE CONTINUED

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This is my first attempt at writing.  If you would like to comment, or
critique, please let me know at ragincajun1987@yahoo.com.