Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 12:46:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ragin Cajun <ragincajun1987@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fun on the Bayou, Part 3

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.

Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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As noted in parts 1 & 2, Carl had introduced me to the world of male sex,
and I loved it. It was at this time that I confirmed to myself that I was
gay, and I told Carl. Carl didn't have a problem with it, but he told me
that he considered himself straight and that while he enjoyed fooling
around with me, we could never "be together". I accepted that fact and told
him that a simple fuck buddy relationship was just fine with me. Carl also
surprised me when he told me he fooled around with other friends from our
hometown and that they all wanted a piece of me.

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MIKE

About mid-way through the fall semester, Carl and I had been fooling around
together on a fairly regular basis. We'd get off together about every other
day or so, which usually consisted of our sucking each other during the
week and fucking on the weekends.  On the average, Carl would top three
times for every flip/flop, but I didn't mind because I'd have my best
orgasms while he'd fuck me.

However, Carl's old instincts about getting pussy returned when he found
out that an old girlfriend was going to attend his cousin's wedding. We
continued "fooling around" until a week before the wedding. After that, he
politely told me that he wanted to hold off for a while because he was
going after his old girlfriend and he wanted to "give it to her good".

I understood, but after having sex on a constant basis for nearly two
months, I started going crazy about mid-way through the week. I could have
easily jacked off at any time, but because of the intense sex with Carl, I
really needed and wanted sexual contact.

There was this gay bar not too far from campus, and I was really intrigued
about going there and possibly meeting someone. I told Carl about my
feelings, and he wasn't too happy with the idea. This was during the
mid-80's, and while the AIDS epidemic was well underway, not too many
people were well informed about how it was contracted or about how to
prevent it. Carl confronted me about this, and he told me emphatically that
if I ever hooked up with one of those "fags", he would never have anything
to do with me again.

I was initially shocked by his reaction, but after a while I became
extremely angry.  "What's up with that mothafucka?" I thought, "He can go
around screwing anything because he's straight, and I have to sit around
waiting for him." For the rest of the week, I ignored the subject around
Carl, but I had made up my mind that I was going to at least check the
place out.

Friday came, and Carl left for the wedding. It was about two in the
afternoon, and I had planned on going to the bar when happy hour began at
five. After a two hour nap (we all slept a lot in college, didn't we?), I
went to take a shower to get ready. (Yes, as you may have noticed, I am one
clean fairy.)

When I got out of the shower, I heard a knock at the door. I wrapped a
towel around my waist and answered it. It was Mike, one of our old friends
from high school who we frequently partied with. Mike's pretty hot. He's
6', 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, and a toned body lightly dusted
with dark hair in the middle of his chest and on his arms and legs.

"Hey, what's up?" Mike asked.

"Just got out of the shower man. I was getting ready to go to happy hour,"
I replied.

Damn! I thought. I shouldn't have said that. Now, he'll want to go and fuck
up my plans.

"Oh, sorry," Mike said. "I just got some killer weed, and since y'all
always hook me up, I though I'd party with you."

"Well Carl's not here," I said in a feeble attempt to get him to leave.

"That's OK. You don't need his permission to party, do you?"

He had me there, so I let him in. Mike had also brought a case of beer, and
after putting it in the fridge and getting us each a one, he sat by me on
the couch to roll a couple of joints. We then started bullshitting like we
usually did. The fact that I only had a towel barely wrapped around my
waist didn't seem to bother him, which at the time seemed kind of odd to
me.

He didn't lie - it was some really good shit. After finishing the first
joint, I wasn't feeling any pain. Mike lit up the second one. After a
couple of tokes, he asked me if I wanted a shotgun.

"What is that?" I asked because I had only started smoking the semester
before.

"It's simple," he said. "I put the joint in my mouth and I blow the smoke
back to you while you suck it in."

"OK, let's try it."

Mike flattened his tongue and firmly planted the joint between his
teeth. He motioned for me to get really close and started to blow the smoke
into my mouth. Once he saw, that I was getting the hang of it, he let go
with a really huge blast of smoke. I took it all in, but my head started
spinning, and I nearly blacked out.

"Fuck!" I said through the haze. "That was intense."

"You want to try to give me one?" he asked.

"I don't know about having a lit joint in my mouth." I replied.

"It's easy, I'll show you. Just flatten your tongue."

I did that.

"Now put the joint in your mouth and bite down on it. You have to do it
really fast so the smoke doesn't get to you."

I did it and immediately began blowing. Mike inhaled all of it, and I was
surprised at how easy it was. When I took the joint out of my mouth, I was
shocked to see Mike's hand on my upper thigh. He had apparently put it
there to balance himself, but he did not move it. He simply took the joint
from me in his other hand and placed it in his mouth to give me another
shot. When my shot was done, he gave the joint back to me. I placed it in
my mouth and started blowing, but Mike completely surprised me. Instead of
staying a few inches from my face, he put his lips right on mine. I was so
shocked that I almost swallowed the joint (Mike caught it in his teeth).

"Damn Mike, what was that?"

"You get a better shot that way. Besides I didn't think you'd mind. Your
dick is hard. I think you liked it."

Mike then pulled off the towel, grabbed my dick, and pulled me in for a
long deep kiss.

"You're one of the guys that Carl gets off with, huh?" I said after we
broke off the kiss. (Yes, the weed had already started killing those brain
cells.)

"Yeah, Carl told me you two were fooling around and he wanted me to keep
you company while he was gone. He said that I'd enjoy myself; you're a hot
fuck."

That son of a bitch! I thought. He had planned this to prevent me from
going out and finding anyone by sending a hot guy to take care of me. But,
I really wasn't complaining.

Mike motioned for me to get up, and we walked to my bedroom. He had me lay
on the bed, and he did a slow strip tease for me. When he had everything
off, I couldn't believe my luck. His chest and legs were well defined; his
bubblebutt was perfectly round and smooth; and his dick was 8" long and 5"
wide with a large mushroom head.

He then slowly crawled over me and started kissing me. He worked his way
down my body - licking my ears, neck, nipples, underarms, and stomach. When
he got to my groin, he bypassed my dick and began licking and sucking on my
nuts. I though I would die. He then slowly licked my head, reamed my
pisshole, and bathed both sides of my dick with his tongue. In one quick
gulp, he swallowed my cock to the base and began bobbing on my rod like a
madman. Because I hadn't cum in a week, it didn't take long for me to get
close. I tried to get him to stop, to subdue my impending orgasm, but he
wouldn't. I let go with a huge load, and he eagerly swallowed every drop.

After my dick had softened, Mike let my dick drop from his lips and he came
up and gave me a long deep kiss. We tongue wrestled for a while, and damn
near ripped each other's tongue out. I then got on top of Mike and worked
slowly down his body, making sure not to miss anything. When I got to his
crotch, I also licked and sucked on his plum-sized balls before focusing on
my prize. Despite the fact that his dick was larger than Carl's, I had no
problem swallowing his pole and resting my nose in his pubic hair. God, did
he taste and smell great. I really wanted his cum, and it was my turn to
suck like a madman. Mike began moaning and breathing extremely heavily, and
when I felt his nuts withdraw into his sack, I knew what was next. Mike
flooded my mouth with cum. He did not cum as much as Carl, but it was much
thicker and sweeter. When he was finished, I kissed him and shared some of
his juice with him.

"Fuck, you really know how to play the skin flute!" Mike said breathlessly,
and we both started laughing.

After a few relaxing minutes of our gently kissing each other, Mike begged
me to suck him again.  I went back down on him and slowly brought his cock
back to life, but then Mike began to lift his legs.

"Eat my ass, bro!" he ordered.

Carl had never let me do this to him, and because I had always wanted to, I
dove between Mike's cheeks and licked, sucked, and nibbled on his sweet
hole. It was my first time, but I must have been doing it pretty well
because Mike was moaning "Yeah, Yeah" and his dick became hard as a rock.

"Fuck my ass! Come on give me your dick!" he begged.

"Wait, I need to get some lube."

"Look in your nightstand."

I was a little puzzled because the Vaseline was in Carl's nightstand, but
when I opened the drawer, it was there. Carl must have put in there before
he left.

I slowly started fingering Mike's ass, but he really wanted to be fucked. I
applied some lube to the end of my dick and started to enter him. His ass
swallowed my dick, and in no time, I was pounding his ass.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me!" he cried.

I must admit - although his ass was somewhat looser than Carl's, all the
practice must have paid off. I was able to hammer his hole for a good 15
minutes before I blew in him.

After I came, Mike reached up, threw me on my back, lifted my legs, and
began eating my ass. Since it had been a week, I didn't want to waste time
with any foreplay. I wanted dick. (If you're familiar with the term
"puckered pussy", you know what I mean.) Mike rammed his dick in me and
fucked me for a good 20 minutes. When he came, his load was quite a bit
larger than what he had blown down my throat.

For the rest of the weekend, we couldn't keep our hands off each
other. We'd smoke, drink, and suck/fuck whenever one of us got hard, which
was quite often for two 19 year old guys. In between bouts, Mike told me
that although he was straight, he really enjoyed male sex. You know just
getting a nut with no commitments. In the hometown group, Mike was
considered the bitch and always got fucked. Because his family was rich and
he always got a lot of pussy, the guys didn't feel bad about using him to
get a nut. Mike is an extremely good-natured guy, and he didn't mind if
that's what they wanted because he considered them good friends and they
always got his rocks off, too.

Sunday morning, Mike left quite early because he was meeting his family for
a Saints game. After I finally got up around 10, I finished up some school
work and vegged on the couch to watch some football. Carl got home sometime
a little after 3:00.

"How was your weekend?" he asked.

"You know, you fucker!"

"I thought you'd like it. You didn't tear up Mike's ass too much?"

"No, but he tore up mine," I said sarcastically and we laughed. "Did you
tag your ex?"

"Yeah, I got some snatch, but you know what?"

"What?"

"It was fun and everything, but that bitch is fucking nuts."

"Why do you say that?" I asked because she and I were pretty close in high
school and she always seemed pretty sane to me.

"Last night she was talking about us getting back together and getting
married."

"What did you say?"

"I told her I wasn't ready for that shit. I just wanted to hang and have
fun."

"What did she do?"

"The bitch slapped me, started crying, and ran out of the room."

"Did you try to talk to her?"

"No, fuck that cunt! I don't have the time or desire to fool with that shit
just to get a nut. Besides I got you."

"You think so?"

"I got you to stay home this weekend, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but now I know how hot I really am. Thanks to Mike," I boasted.

"Well I guess I just need to keep coming up with a few more surprises for
you."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

TO BE CONTINUED

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