Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2011 15:25:22 -0600
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road:  "Levee"

DISCLAIMER: This is a series of stories about teenage boys in conflict over
their sexuality.  There are graphic descriptions of sexual encounters,
mostly homosexual.  If you aren't supposed to read this kind of material,
stop now.  The author retains copyright to this material.


			"Levee"


	"Why're you driving so far out here?"  Billy Ray asked, looking
back down the two miles of levee we'd crossed.
	"Don't want anyone to come along and mooch any of our beer," I
said, tensions making my mouth dry so I drained the end of a can of the
Falstaff we'd just bought.
	"Hell, we didn't drive his far down the levee when we gang banged
that raunchy waitress from the barbecue place," Billy Ray said, looking
back again.  His hand went to his crotch and he rearranged things.  His
voice might have cracked just a bit in his attempt at nonchalance.
	I hoped he knew why we were here.
	"Time to pee," I said, stopping the car.  I delayed getting my dick
out until he was beside me on the river side.  I let him see me pull my
foreskin back before letting fly.  He'd thought that was gross the first
time he'd seen it, but we'd jacked off together the week before, and he'd
taken it in hand while I did the same to him without any complaints about a
little extra skin.  We'd shot our rocks off in the garage beside his house,
his arching in a squirt three feet out in front of us.  mine had been more
of an overflow, like lava spilling out of my cock head and down over his
still pumping fist.
	"That's some river."
	"Yeah, wish I was on that barge down there, on my way to New
Orleans."
	"Or Memphis."
	"Yeah, Memphis would be OK," I said, leaning back against the car,
dick still hanging out, plumping up some now.
	"So, you want to jack my dick," he asked, flopping his meat up and
down looking back along the road. His prick was thick and veiny.
	"I was thinking you might want to gobble mine," I said with
bravado.  I thought some gobbling might go on tonight, and I thought it
might be me doing the gobbling.
	"I think the big dick should get sucked."  His was almost hard now.
We both knew it was the bigger.
	"I'll suck if you will," I said thickly, cutting to the core of the
issue, bypassing minutes of sparring, knowing I sounded too eager, too
willing.
	"Well, I'd sure hate for anyone to find out about this."  He looked
back down the levee.  We could see a car coming ten minutes before it got
there.  By then we'd have our pants back up and be sitting on the hood,
tossing empties into the mighty Mississippi.  I felt a twist in my gut when
I realized the negotiations were over, we were just covering our tracks
now.
	"I ain't tellin'" I said, dick now hard.
	"Well, me neither.  How you want to do this?"
	"Let's get in the car, and take our pants off."  I'd thought of
this all week.  I wanted to hold his balls.
	The interior light snapped me back to reality.  This was my
grandmother's car.  Would she somehow smell or otherwise detect what we
were about to do here?  Billy Ray got in pulling down his pants.  When he
sat down his balls were swinging under his hard cock and I forgot about my
grandmother.
	"I'll suck for a minute, then you.  OK?"  I was somehow in charge
here.  He nodded, looking down at his dick as I was already bending over
it. It was warm, and velvety smooth, yet almost instantaneously hard as
blue steel.  The glans swelled in my mouth as I wet it with spit.  I
swirled my tongue over it and let cock slide into my throat.
	"Ohhh, yess!"  He flexed his hips up to slide more cock into my now
eager mouth.
	This was the most wonderful thing I had ever done; it eclipsed
playing with Jenny's titties at the drive-in.  It eclipsed the furtive hand
job she'd given me, quite reluctantly, later that night.  I didn't want to
stop when I felt the minute was up, but I didn't want to become Billy Ray's
personal hot bitch cocksucker.  Not yet.  I pulled off with a slurp, spit
out the car door and gulped half a beer.
	"Not bad if you chase it with beer," I said, spitting again.  I
pulled my pants down to my ankles and scooted toward Billy Ray.  He was
ready, and soon I felt what he had felt; warm wetness, ecstasy.  When he
pulled my foreskin back with his lips, I was in heaven.  He went over a
minute.
	I went down on him again, and shamelessly played with his balls,
then I turned on the interior light so I could watch him swallow my entire
rod.  I choked as he forced his thick cock into my throat, and he laughed
as I choked and puked up some of my beer.  Then he got serious.
	"My cousin and I do this.  You've got to let me come in your mouth,
it's fabulous."
	Whoa!  This is Billy Ray, strong side linebacker on the football
team, my bench press mate, and best friend since third grade; he's been
sucking cock with his cousin and hadn't let me in on it?
	"I didn't know you had a cousin."
	"Yeah!  He lives in St. Louis, we go up there all the time.  Well,
at least once a year."
	"So, who sucks who?"
	"Well, he's older, and started showing me a couple years ago.  We
do each other."
	"So, he comes in your mouth and you come in his?"
	"No.  I just come in his."
	Uh oh.  This was turning out the way I had feared.
	"So, you gonna take my load?"  I knew the answer to that one before
it was out.
	"No."  He pumped his dick.  It was big and it arched up toward his
stomach.  It had been big and plump; the head had been big, but it hadn't
arched until now.
	"I don't know."
	"Yeah, you do."  He pulled his pants all the way off, and hiked one
foot up on the back of the seat.  He faced me with his dick arching up to
his belly, and his balls hanging down toward his asshole, which was exposed
for me to see.  I'd wanted some innocent playing around, I was getting the
whole queer road.  "Take me all the way, or I'll find someone else to play
with.  I'm not gonna just suck and not get my rocks.  I didn't know you
liked this stuff until tonight.  But you do, and you might as well do it
with me."
	"What's it like?"  I asked innocently.
	"Salty, bitter.  There isn't that much of it, and you can spit it
out if you don't like it."
	"Sounds like you know."
	"Yeah.  I know," Billy Ray said, coming down some.  "I admit it.
Ray Dean made me eat him, but he ate me too."
	"Will you eat mine?"
	"Not till you've eaten mine."  He pumped some more.
	"I won't swallow."
	"No need.  I'm gettin' close."
	I leaned forward and took his cock, I could smell his asshole.  I
gagged as I played with his balls, pushing it in as far as I could.  I
bobbed fast, and then moved my hand up to squeeze and pump as I sucked.
Within a minute he arched toward me and I tasted salty slimy come.  I
gagged and pulled back, as I did I saw his cock spurt jism into my hair and
face.  His hand was on the back of my head and it held me closer than I
wanted as the next spasm sent another shot into my face.  I jerked back
forcefully and turned to the window, puking out cum, and spit, and beer.  I
opened the door and jumped out, retching and puking, pants around my
ankles, bare assed in the dome light of my grandmother's car.
	"It ain't that bad!"  Billy Ray laughed from the car, squeezing his
dick into his handkerchief and wiping his belly.
	"Good, cause I got some for you," I said, noticing that my dick was
still hard.  I wiped off my face and stepped quickly back toward the car.
I didn't want Billy Ray to chicken out.  I got back in and closed the door.
	"You close?"  He asked, leaning over and taking my rod in his hand.
	"Not too close.  Want me to pump it up?"
	"Yeah, my jaw is tired."
	I pumped with my fist, watching him still inches from my cock.  It
didn't take but a minute.  "OK, take it," I said, and he was on it.  My
climax was quick, and intense, and with the first spasm I could feel it in
his mouth.  He gagged once but stayed on it with fast bobbing on my cock
head and half the shaft.
	"Mmrmph?"  He was asking if I was done.  "Almost," I said, I could
still taste his semen, I wanted him to taste mine.
	"Ok."
	He pulled off and turned quickly, spitting out the window.  He
gagged again, then took a long pull on his beer.
	"Damn, you come a lot!"  He exclaimed, spitting again.
	"Suppose girls like that?"  I asked, coming down from thinking it
was such a great thing to do, still cleaning up.
	"I don't think so.  You hear guys talk about it, but I heard my
father trying to get my mother to do it, and she wouldn't."
	"No shit?  How'd you hear that?"
	"The windows was open, and I was half asleep when she said, 'I
ain't suckin' that smelly thing!'  It woke me up it was so loud.  I guess
dad was trying to stick it in her mouth or something."
	"Queers like it, don't they?"  I asked, then realized I'd just
taken a load of another boy's sperm willingly into my mouth.  I was
reassured by the fact I'd gagged and spit it out."
	"Yeah.  I think Ray Dean might be a queer, he swallows it."
	"Oh, gross!"  I exclaimed, starting the car and turning on the
levee.  "You sure?"
	"Oh yeah.  He swallows.  He's been trying to get me to do it, says
it ain't the same if a guy blows you and spits your stuff out."  Suddenly
it was true confessions; it was like he couldn't hold it in.  I was
fascinated.  "Say, where'd he learn all that shit?"
	"I dunno.  He lives in a tough part of town.  There's some gang
guys there, they might have ganged up on him.  He never talks about how he
got started.  He talks about girls all the time, so maybe he ain't queer.
I know one thing, he never misses a chance to show someone that big dingus
of his.  When I was little he was always whipping it out in front of me."
	"How big is he?"
	"Way bigger than me.  I never measured it, but he says it's eight
inches.  I'm seven, so I believe it."
	"I guess eight is a lot."
	"You damn right it is, when you're lying on your back and he's on
top of your face fucking it all the way in.  You got to learn to breathe on
the up strokes or you fucking choke.  You better not ever tell anyone this,
or I'll tell 'em how you sucked my cock and took a load of cum."
	"Don't worry, I won't tell.  Shit, I don't want anyone to know
about this..."
	It was late and we had to hurry back to town.  I just ducked in
under my midnight curfew.
	"Jimmy, where have you been?"  My mother asked, the same question
every time I went out.
	"Oh, out with the guys.  You know driving around looking for
girls."
	"Which guys?"
	"Billy Ray and them."
	"He's a nice boy.  Go to bed."

	That nice boy and I were in his garage the next Saturday afternoon.
We'd been mowing yards, it was hot, and we were sweating.  We rolled our
lawnmowers into his garage and he looked furtively down the street.
	"let's go in the back."  He led the way back into the storage shed
behind the garage.  This was where we'd jacked off a few times before.
	I'd been hoping this would happen all day.  I went willingly.
	"You up for some fun?"  He asked, pulling out his peter.  It was
semi hard and the head was swollen.  Still, it hung down from his fly like
a plump sausage.
	"Maybe," I said, pulling mine out.  It was similarly swollen.
	"Maybe you ought to get on this," he said, squeezing his dick and
making it stand up.  It wasn't fully hard.
	I wanted it it really bad.  I dropped to my knees, and it hung in
front of me, reeking of sweat and urine.  I grabbed the shaft and pumped.
He pushed it toward my face and I took the head into my mouth.  Soon I was
bobbing on it like I'd been thinking about every day since I did it last.
	"Teeth!"  Billy Ray whispered, pulling back as I knicked him with
my back teeth.  He held my head and pumped slowly into my mouth, the head
now safely behind my teeth.  I reached up and pulled his pants open and
slid them down past his butt, then put both hands on his butt cheeks and
pulled myself into him on the in strokes.  Somehow it felt better to hold
his ass, feel it pump into me.  He was breathing heavier.  I knew that
burst of salty, bitter slime was coming, and I wanted it.
  	"Unnh!"  He moaned quietly as he shot his load.  After the moan he
held his breath and there was no sound in the garage as his cock spasms
squirted cum into the back of my throat, the swallow was automatic, I
didn't even realize I had until later.
	"Oh shit," he said, reaching back to steady himself as his knees
nearly buckled.  "Oh that was fine."
	I had the whole thing in my mouth, milking the last dribbles, hands
still on his ass.  He stepped back and it slid out, soft but still plump
like that sausage when we first started only five minutes before.
	"You gonna go?"  He asked abruptly, leaning around the door into
the garage to see if anyone was in the yard.  In his post climax he was
becoming cautious.
	"Yeah," I said thickly.  It had just occurred to me that I'd
swallowed.  I stood up and began pumping my mostly soft cock.
	"OK.  Get it ready," he said.  He sat on an old chair by the door.
	I pumped for a couple minutes.  The moment was way gone, but I
wanted to get off too.  Finally I got good and hard and felt the climax
coming.  "OK, take it."  He bent quickly and got the first squirt as soon
as it was in his mouth.  It felt good, but it was over quickly and he was
off it, spitting quietly in the corner.  Now we both had cocksucker's
remorse.  We didn't say anything as we got our clothes straightened up and
made sure neither of us had cum in our hair or on our face.  We cleaned up
the lawnmowers and went in for drink.


	Parallel with the few weeks my dick sucking relationship with Billy
Ray developed I got a girlfriend.  I guess we were all in full adolescent
bloom and the hormones raged.  A girl in my English class, Shirley, agreed
to go to the movies with me on a Friday night and I was pretty happy
because I'd begun to think about Billy Ray's throbbing manhood way more
than I thought was healthy and a girlfriend seemed to confirm my normality.
We had a good time, went out to the teen hangout after the date and sat in
our car talking and waving at the others who drove around the drive-in.
She had to be home by eleven so at ten till we drove up in front of her
house and I got a sweet kiss and a hug.  Not bad for a first date I
thought.
	I drove back out to the A&W and there was Billy Ray's dad's truck
parked to the side.  I parked and joined a group of guys holding root beer
mugs and standing around a car.
	"Hey Bobby.  Didja get any?"  Someone called out as I walked up.
	"I got a kiss," I said, trying to sound dejected.  I was aware
Shirley's reputation rode on what I said.  I was a gentleman if not a
lover.
	"No stinkfinger?"
	"No," I answered, taking a beer someone pulled out of the cooler in
the back seat of the car.  The mugs were just for show, all the guys had
beers in their jacket pockets or on the ground beside the car.
	"So?"  Someone else asked, holding their hand up to their ear.  I
felt flattered that my so ordinary date was their excitement for a Friday
night.
	"Went to a movie, that's about it."  I was not going to elaborate
so the talk moved to the duck season due to start in a couple months.  As
the talk and attention moved away from me I relaxed a bit.  A group of
girls in a car went around the drive and we all looked that way.  Billy Ray
was leaning against the car with the beer and when he turned around to see
I was aware of his jeans stretching tight over his dick, so tight I could
see the head.  I looked away and hoped the others thought my blush was from
the beer.  Billy Ray caught me looking and smirked.
	"I'm gonna brush my dad's blind tomorrow, any of you hunters
expecting to be shootin' out of it in November better help," Billy Ray
said, looking at me.
	"I'll help," I said quickly.  Duck hunting was and remains a
passion.  Uncle Dub had a blind, but Billy Ray's was a good backup.
	"Got a blind, brushed it last week," another said.  There were no
other blind brushers in the crowd. I hung around as late as I could but the
group stayed intact intending to finish the beer.  I had to be home at
midnight.  Billy Ray called in the morning and before ten we were riding in
his truck out to the river.
	"Get this thing done in a couple hours, we can roam around for
awhile.  Dad let me have the truck til three, then he's got to pick up some
feed for the horses."  That pretty much set the time frame, I was aware of
a sexual tension.  I was pretty sure there was going to be some dick stuff
going on.
	"Sounds good to me."
	Billy Ray's blind was at the edge of the trees where the river
widened with a deep pool.  In September you could drive up to within a
hundred yards and walk through the cypress and water oaks.  By duck season
the water would be up and we'd need a boat.  Ducks coming down the
Mississippi flyway fan out to the tributary rivers with their wider bottom
land.  Ducks could see that wide spot miles away and if a good set of
decoys were there you could call them in from forever.
	I cut the willows with a chain saw and drug the branches to the
blind and cut smaller branches with long handled pruners.  I handed them to
Billy Ray on the blind and he nailed them in.  You have to cut the branches
while the leaves are still on, then they'll turn brown with all the other
foliage but keep their leaves.  If you wait until the leaves fall, the
branches would be bare and not cover the blind.  We worked steady until
noon, then broke out peanut butter sandwiches and sat in the blind to eat
and tell hunting stories.
	"...and that old duck splashed in right by that tree over there."
We both laughed, and then he changed tone, "Another time my cousin was down
here.  He doesn't hunt much because he lives in the city.  He shot a
merganser, goofy looking duck.  You know, they eat fish.  His dad made him
clean it and eat it for supper.  Stunk up the whole house."
	"Ray Dean?"
	"Yeah.  He was more interested in showing me his dingus than
shooting.  Not what you'd call a sportsman."
	I laughed and we ate our sandwiches in silence, finishing and
stuffing the wrappers in the toolbox.
	"Well, did you blow Ray Dean's whistle?"
	"Yeah, I think it was the first time.  He'd been after me to do it
for a long time.  He'd blown me a bunch of times.  That time in the duck
blind we were out here all morning and he wouldn't blow me until I did him.
Finally I did it."
	"First time, what was that like?"
	Well, you know, kind of scary.  He had me kneel down there on the
floor.  He pulled his pants down.  I just licked it for awhile, you know."
He kind of trailed off.
	"Yeah."  I was hard.  He was stalling, we both knew we were going
to do it.
	"Blow me," he said finally, standing up and unsnapping his jeans
before I could answer.  His big dick flopped out, plump but not fully hard.
I slid off the bench to my knees, too ready.
	"Lick my balls first, to get me hard.  Don't suck yet."  Now he was
giving instructions.  He slid his pants down and I leaned in to lick his
balls, it was a tight fit as his pants kept his legs together and his balls
were under his dick between his legs.  Hairy and sweaty, but I licked.
"Wait a second."  He sat down and unlaced his boots and pulled them off,
then slid his jeans off and hung them on the blind, while I kneeled
waiting.  Then he put one foot up on the bench.  His balls swung freely
now, fully exposed.  I didn't need instructions, I leaned in and took one
gently into my mouth.  His dick rose up the side of my cheek as it erected,
I let the first drop out and went to the other nut.  By the time I'd sucked
it for a half a minute he was fully hard.
	"OK," he said, putting his leg back down.  I licked up the shaft
and just at the top, as the head was sliding into my mouth I looked up at
Billy Ray.  Our eyes locked.  I was his now, a slave to that big cock and
he knew it.  I went down the shaft and lodged the head in my throat, no
gag.  I pulled up and did it again, and again.  God, I loved it.  I slid
down on it again, my face at his pubes and tried to relax my throat and get
it all in.  It was important to take it all.  I wanted it all.  He pushed
gently, I took a breath just before the head rounded the corner down to my
gullet and shut off my air, it went all in.
	"Oh yeah," he said with a rush of exhaled breath.  I had to pull it
out to breathe, I caught some breath and slid it down again.  I swallowed
while it was down and the squeeze on his dick head got another sigh.
	What followed was ten minutes of my swallowing his rod, then
licking it, then sucking his balls, and finally a minute or so of bobbing
to get his rocks.  I had been his, now he was mine, to bring off however
and at whatever moment I wanted.  I bobbed, and held his nuts, and he
exploded in my mouth.  I was filled with cum, and I loved it.  I swallowed
the first couple shots quick, and then went down and let him finish up
slower all the way in.  I swallowed again while he was down, then let it
slide out a little and slowly milked it with my lips.  He softened and I
milked some more, tasting cum the whole time.  Finally I looked up and he
was watching, I let a soft dick slide out of my mouth.  He didn't suck me
that day, didn't need to.  I came in my pants.

	The next week Shirley let me take her tits out; big white beauties
in the moonlight.  Soon after, she took my dick out and jacked me off at
the drive-in.  I shot spooge all over the front seat of the car after about
twenty strokes.  She was fascinated by the mess.
	"Is that sperm?"
	"Yeah."
	"Wow.  That's supposed to go in me?"
	"I guess so.  We can put a rubber on it," I suggested hopefully.
	"Are most boys as big as you?"
	"I think so."
	Her enthusiasm was going to lead to my getting laid, I was sure of
it.  We went out every week and hung around with other couples during
school.  It seemed like being married, but I didn't care because I couldn't
get enough of those big tits, and most dates ended up with a hand job.
This went on for a couple months.  Billy Ray talked a lot about getting
laid, but he wasn't dating much and didn't have a regular girl.  He made
somae comments when we were alone about needing to get together, but the
time never seemed to be right.  I was eager, but not eager; conflicted.
Then one weekend Shirley was out of town at a cheerleader convention and a
bunch of us guys were hanging out at the root beer stand drinking beer.
	"Let's go for a drive," Billy Ray whispered when we were alone.
	"You want to taste some cum?"  I retorted quickly.  I wasn't going
to swing on his rod with puppy eyes looking up while I took his sperm any
more without him doing the same.
	"Yeah," he said thickly.  I looked down and saw his dick filling
out the front of his jeans.  Maybe Billy Ray was hooked on this queer stuff
as much as me.  We broke loose and went out to the levee again.  We went
even further down the road this time.
	"Suck," I said as soon as he stopped the truck. I pulled out my
soft dick, flopping it to get it up.  He dropped down without hesitation
and began slurping on my plumping dick.  It felt really good to be the one
looking down on his head bobbing in my lap, but he opened his fly and
pulled out that big sausage I'd choked down a few times and I needed some.
	"You want to sixty-nine?"
	"Yeah, let's blow together," Billy Ray said, coming up long enough
to shuck his pants and shorts.  His dick was rock hard, putting to rest any
concern I had that he had just seduced me to get a dick sucker for his
bidding.  No, Billy Ray needed to eat dick too.  Billy Ray needed it bad.
	We twisted around on the front seat of the truck, my head was
beside the steering wheel while my butt was hanging off the front of the
seat.  Billy Ray rested on his right side eating my dick while his left
foot rested on the window over my head.  Looking up at his nuts flopping as
he pumped into my mouth sent me over the edge.  I ejaculated into Billy
Ray's mouth, and he did the same for me.  I swallowed, loving the taste and
savoring the softening dick in my mouth.
	"You ever tell anyone about this you're a dead man," he said,
sitting up.  He hadn't spit anything.
	"Why would I do that?"
	"Well, just don't."
	I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the glove compartment and
offered Billy Ray one.  We pulled our pants on and got out and leaned
against the side of the car and watched the Mississippi roll by.  It was an
awkward silence.  I felt guilty for having just sucked another guy off, and
was sure he felt the same way and would soon say something like he didn't
ever want to do it again.  I was wrong.
	"You ever fuck a guy?"  He asked.
	"No."
	"Want to?"
	"I don't know."  I was more surprised than anything.  I hadn't much
thought about cornholing a guy.
	"I'll suck your dick again, to get it hard."
	"Humn."
	"My butthole's clean, I washed it just before we left."
	"Humn."
	"I'll suck your nuts first, like you did mine out at the river.
That felt great."
	It did.