Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 16:48:40 -0600
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road:  Levee II

			The Queer Road

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction about teenaged boys confused over
their sexuality.  It contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most
of it homosexual.  If you aren't allowed to read such material, stop now.
The author retains copyright.

			Levee II

	In the Spring of my senior year in high school my life got suddenly
more complicated.  My girlfriend Shirley went off to a state cheerleading
competition and while she was gone Billy Ray Jenkins, my best friend since
third grade asked me to cornhole him.  We'd messed around some; jacking
off, pumping each other's dicks, and some sucking.  Though I'd had some
misgivings about my jack off fantasies becoming more about veiny pulsating
dicks than about Shirley's big white tits, it was possible to suppress the
misgivings by rationalizing that we were just doing what boys do until we
could get some real pussy.  We'd sucked each other off in the front seat of
his father's truck, and then he'd pitched me on fucking him.  He'd been
telling me bits and pieces about things he and his cousin had done, now he
admitted that his cousin had sucked him, then persuaded him to suck, and
finally cornholed him.  He liked it.
	"Hmm," I'd said, pondering.
	Then he proposed to lick my balls and suck me to get me hard again.
He did, and when he pulled his pants off and kneeled head down on the seat
of the truck his soft white butt cheeks looked too good.  He spit on his
hand and worked it into his ass, and I mounted him.  He guided my still wet
sloppy dick to his anus and told me to push, his ass just opened up and
took my dick, and once in it felt so good I fucked him with gusto.  My
climax was so intense I collapsed over his back and just lay there for a
minute until my way too happily satisfied cock plopped out of his stretched
out butt hole. We didn't talk all the way home, and I didn't see him until
later in the week at school.  I felt guilty.
	Shirley had an adventure too.  Someone brought peach brandy on the
cheerleader trip and three of the cheerleaders, including Shirley, jumped
into the motel pool without their swim suits. The cops were called, but an
alert chaperone whisked the girls away before they got there, so there was
scandal but no prosecution.  By school on Monday everyone in town knew all
about the "naked splash."  What her poor suffering parents endured as
notoriety, Shirley enjoyed as celebrity.  She was in a dead heat for
valedictorian, and already accepted to a prestigious university with an
academic scholarship.  She'd been the shy bookworm type, though I knew she
liked to make out, and she'd had an increasing interest in my dick and what
she could do with it.  Now we were surrounded by friends and well wishers
at lunch, and she flirted with the many boys who came by to engage in
thinly veiled salacious talk of Lady Godiva, "swim meets" and her plans for
the weekend.  She was grounded of course, no dates, no calls, no visitors.
But that passed.

	"Bring some rubbers," she whispered to me in the hall at school on
the day her parents relented and let her go to the movies with me on a
Friday night.
	"Dog fashion is best for the first time," she said as we pulled
away from the movie theater.  Shirley always did her homework.  She'd been
told, or read somewhere that the extra control I'd have by not having my
weight on her would allow me to penetrate her slowly.
	My dick was hard all the way out to the levee, and when I stopped
the car she was out of her dress in no time, and after a long French kiss,
those big tits were all over my face, and then the butt cheeks were out
when she scooted down the seat and pulled off her panties.  My hands and
lips went to tits then hands to butt and then the pussy was open to admire
in the moonlight, Shirley leaning against the door with her legs spread,
big smile on her face; tonight was the night!  I rubbed it, fingered it,
and kissed it.
	"Stick it in," she panted, breathless with passion.  She got on her
knees and aimed that big round white ass in my direction.
	Head down, ass up, soft white in the moonlight, I sheathed my cock
and prepared to mount her.  Then I got a flashback of Billy Ray, head down
and ass up in the moonlight.  Her butt cheeks were wider and her asshole
was about the same height with a very similar butt sweat smell, though a
pussy smell was stronger.  She was softer and smoother, and decidedly less
muscular.  I hesitated.
	"Can't get the rubber on?"
	"Just makin' sure."
	"Do I put it in?"
	"I can."  I pushed against her and then bent my knees to put my
dick at pussy level instead of asshole level.  She was sloppy wet from
being rubbed and kissed and fingered and my average sized dick slid right
in.  I pulled her back to me and we road into the night together.  Oh my
was it good.
	The last month of school included prom, after which Shirley shucked
her dress before we were out of town and we lined up with a half a dozen
other cars along the levee, rocking along with the thrusts of oversexed
teenaged boys pumping into girls who had decided, either that night or
previously, to be done with virginity.  We told her parents we were at an
all night party, and that was true.  Her parents were so grateful when she
came home alive and sober they didn't question anything else.  She'd
learned to climax sitting on my dick and rubbing her pussy.  I climaxed
three times, she must have spasmed off twenty times. Then she broke up with
me.
	"Jimmy, you know you'll always be my first love."  She said,
sitting in her driveway as the sun came up.
	"And you mine.
	"But, I'm off to summer orientation in a couple weeks, and well,
it's best if we're just friends for awhile."
	"Just like that?"
	"Well, Mavis and Maedean are breaking up with Corky and Ben.  We
decided last week it's best for us all to see some other people.  We have
our whole lives ahead of us."
	She gave me a big kiss, I tasted dick and pussy; an odd
combination.  Then she handed me my high school ring and ran into the
house.

	Billy Ray joined the Navy and was scheduled to go to basic training
the day after high school graduation.  He'd been giving me the eye at
school but I'd avoided him.
	We had a bridge dance the night of our graduation.  We all drove
out to a rural bridge and listened to music on car radios and danced and
drank beer on the bridge. I went out alone to say goodbye to my friends,
feeling like the whole town was off to an adventure and I wasn't.
	"Got any beer?"  I asked Billy Ray, who was standing alone at the
railing looking down into the muddy drainage canal below.
	"Got some bourbon."
	"That'll do."  I sidled up to him and we turned around and leaned
against the bridge railing and watched the couples dance.  He handed me a
half pint flask and I took a pull.
	"So I hear you're a single man again."
	"Looks like I always was."
	"Women are weird."
	"True."

	"Suck me off," he said as we coasted to a halt.  We'd had our dicks
out the whole way down the levee and he was fully hard.
	"Let's go outside," I said.
	We got out, and by the time I got around to the driver's side he'd
kicked off his shoes and was pulling off his pants and jockey shorts.  He
tossed them into the open window and put his right foot up on the running
board of his dad's truck.  He knew what I wanted.  I kneeled and his nuts
and that big veiny dick were right at suck level.  I dived in, ball sweat
and pubic hair and that hot crotch smell driving me almost to climax.  I
sucked his nuts, then choked on that big stallion cock until he came in my
mouth.
	"Don't swallow it all," he whispered as I milked his deflating
prick.  He pulled it out and opened the truck door.
	"What?"  I mumbled, kneeling on the ground, mouth full of spit and
cum as the interior light flashed in my eyes.
	"Rub some on my butt hole."  He climbed into the cab and kneeled,
pulling apart his butt cheeks.
	Billy Ray had a hungry ass.  I fucked him twice and we was sucking
my nuts trying to get me hard the third time when I finally called it a
night and insisted he take me home.  The next morning he caught the bus for
Great Lakes Naval Training Center.

	I'd gone to spring tryouts for football at Memphis State in hopes
of getting one of the few athletic scholarships available to walk-ons.  Six
feet tall and 200 pounds does not a college lineman make, and I finally got
that message.  So, in August I checked into the freshman dorm and went to
registration as just a college student; no football, no scholarship, no
fraternity, no friends.
	Memphis State (now called something else) was a streetcar college;
most of the students lived in town and those that didn't mostly went home
on weekends.  I didn't have a car and my parents didn't drive in on
weekends to bring me home so I hung out in an almost empty dorm.  Boy was I
lonely.
	I'd chatted up some girls in the student union.  Nothing.  I'd
flirted with a girl in my French class.  Nothing.  I'd flaunted myself down
the hall to the showers in the dorm with nothing on but a smile and a towel
over my shoulder.  Nothing.
	One Saturday afternoon in September I was coming in from the gym
and the pay phone in the hall rang.  It was the only telephone in the
building and the one we all used to call out.  I answered it.
	"How big is ol' dick?"  A man's voice asked.
	"What?"
	"How big is ol' dick?"  He repeated.  He was breathing heavily.  I
caught on.
	"Seven," I lied.
	"OOh!  Is it hard?"  Panting harder.
	"You want it?"
  	That must have been more than the caller had dared to hope, because
he stopped panting and was silent for a moment.
	"Yes," he said quietly.
	"You know where I am?"
	He named the dorm.
	"Bring a six pack of Bud, nothing cheap, Bud.  Drive by in half an
hour, hold up the beer."