Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 08:26:47 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Texas Tails Re-Visited: Layton by Justin Davis (M/M, oral, anal, true)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between older
males.  If material of this nature offends you then you should not
read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is true.  However, in no way are the actions of the
characters in the story intended to show approval of, or give sanction
to, their actions.

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Author's Note: Over the last years, I have received e-mails from
readers of the "Texas Tails" series of stories asking me whether there
were experiences that I had had that I didn't write about in that
series of stories.  The answer is yes!  The following story deals with
one of those experiences.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Texas Tails Re-Visited: Layton
By
Justin Davis


It was the summer between my junior and senior year in college and it
was the summer that I had decided to continue to work at my job at the
campus bookstore and not go home.  Naturally, that had necessitated
finding a roommate because my current one was going home for the
summer and there was some question as to whether or not he would even
be coming back, he had been talking about transferring to another
college closer to Dallas.

I knew there was no way I could afford the rent on the apartment on my
own.  So, as the end of the spring term approached I placed a notice
on the bulletin board in the Student Center advertising for a roommate
for the summer.  Sadly, as June rapidly approached my sprits sank
deeper and deeper, for there had been no response to my notice.

Everyone I worked with at the campus bookstore knew my plight, for I'm
sure I had probably mentioned my lack of a roommate to anyone within
earshot a million times.  As luck would have it, toward the end of May
one of my fellow employees said he had a girlfriend who knew a guy
that was looking for a place for the summer.   The rent for June was
due the first week of the month and I was desperate.

Now, as anyone with a modicum of common sense knows, desperation is
not a good factor to crank in when choosing a roommate.   However,
time was running out and I had to do something.  So, I got the guy's
phone number and gave him a call.

"Is this Layton Johnson?" I asked, when the voice on the other end of
the line answered.

"The one and only," came the egotistical reply.

Of course, right then I should have been tipped off.  Yet, being
desperate, I pressed on.

"Uh, well, I hear you're looking for a place to stay for the summer.
I need a roommate to share the apartment and wondered if you might be
interested," I said.

"Well, yeah!  Where are yah located?" Layton asked.

I proceeded to give the guy the location of the apartment and
information about the rent and such and we set a time we he would come
by and check things out, I was presuming myself as well as the
apartment.  As would always be the case, Layton was late. I must say
that when I answered the door I wasn't really prepared for what I saw,
certainly not for someone who had exhibited such an egotistical air
during our phone conversation.

About my same height, a little stocky, with disheveled blonde hair,
rumpled shorts and tee shirt and leather sandals on his feet, Layton
was not what I would call "a looker."  In fact, if he had been in the
crowd at a gay bar I most certainly wouldn't even have given him a
second glance.

"You must be Layton.  Come on in," I said, and stood aside to let him enter.

I gave Layton a tour of the apartment and then offered him a beer,
which he readily accepted, got one for myself as well, and then we
plopped down in the two stuffed chairs that served for what was living
room furniture and chatted.

During the course of our conversation I discovered that Layton was
attending summer school only because his girlfriend Beth lived about
thirty miles away and she was home from college for the summer.  Added
to that was the fact that he was taking only one course the first
summer term, and none the second, and it became readily apparent that
Layton wasn't very serious about getting some courses out of the way
during the summer term.

We discussed the rent situation, Layton agreed to pay half, and we
came to a mutual agreement that we would both be responsible for our
own groceries and the like, since he said he would be in and out and
really didn't plan to be on any kind of schedule.  It was after that
that Layton popped the question I was wondering if he would ask.

"Are you gay?" Layton eventually asked.

"Yes, although I'm only out to a few friends.  Why do you ask?" I replied.

"No reason, really.  I just figured that might be the case from the
picture I saw on your desk," he replied, referring to the picture of
Joe and I.

"Yeah, that's Joe.  He quit school and went into the service.  We had
a thing going for about six months," I said.

"Hey, it's okay by me.  I'm bisexual myself.  I don't mind gettin my
cock sucked or fucking a little ass every now and then," Layton
responded.

"Uh, well with Joe and I it was a little more than that," I said.

"Well, it's whatever floats your boat! It don't bother me none," Layton replied.

"Uh, well I'm glad," I responded.

We finished ironing out the rest of the arrangements and the next day
Layton began to move his stuff into the other bedroom.

During the first week, it became obvious that if there was an example
of someone interested in the hedonistic lifestyle Layton was it.  It
wasn't uncommon that well up into the morning he would saunter out of
his room naked, his cock swinging between his legs, and grab a beer
from the refrigerator for breakfast.  In fact, naked seemed to be
Layton's favorite mode of dress, not that it bothered me any because
there was just no way I was physically attracted to him.

Layton slept late, partied constantly, and rarely went to class.
Eventually, it became apparent that although he was fucking his girl
friend, Beth, he was also trying to put that horse-hung cock of his
into anything else he could find as well.  Only once did I have to set
the matter straight as it regarded me.

That particular morning I was studying at the breakfast table for a
test that afternoon when Layton finally waked up.

"Hey man!  How'd you like some of this?" Layton asked.

As I looked up, he was holding onto the base of his rock hard cock,
which was at its full ten inches, and shaking it at me.

"No thanks!  Not interested," I replied.

"Aw come on!  You can just suck on it a little," he said, walking over
toward where I sat.

"Look, Layton.  I'm really not interested in you or any other guy.
I'm kinda not into sex right now after breaking up with Joe and all.
So, let's just forget about that, shall we?" I replied, and looked
back down at my textbook.

"Well, suit yourself," he said, and headed for the refrigerator for
his usual morning beer.

As far as personal hygiene went, I will have to say that at least
Layton shaved and showered regularly and did manage to look a little
less disheveled than when I first met him.  His room, however, was
another matter.  Usually, the floor was carpeted with empty beer
bottles, potato chip bags, and dirty clothes.  In short, Layton was a
slob, and more than once I shook my head in disgust as I passed the
open door to his bedroom.

Likewise, my head shook more than once as Layton regaled me with his
sexual escapades.  It seemed Layton couldn't resist explaining in
great detail about fucking this or that girl or how some guy he had
just fucked had whimpered or yelped and hollered the whole time he had
fucked his butt with that cock of his.  Moreover, Layton constantly
harangued me to go out with him.

"Come on man!  You need to have some fun!  You're too serious about
shit!" Layton would say.

"No thanks!  I really do need to study tonight," I'd reply, or make up
some other excuse.

Once, and only once, did I give in and allow myself to sink to Layton's level.

It was toward the end of the month of July, on a Friday.  I was
sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, going over some notes
I had taken in class that morning, when Layton entered the apartment
with the usual twelve pack of beer and what other groceries he had
bought for himself.

"Hey man!  I gotta favor to ask of yah," he said as he walked toward
the kitchen.

"Uh, what?" I asked.

"There's this cute guy I met a few weeks back named Jason.  He's a
drama major and dancer," Layton said, as he put away what he had
bought.

"So?"

"Well, I think he's a good candidate for a three-way.  You ever done
one?" Layton asked, as he walked back into the living room.

"Uh, well yeah.  I jerked off with a couple of other guys a few times
when I was a kid and another guy and I did one of and on with a girl
one summer when I was thirteen," I replied, prompting Layton to laugh.

"No, man!  I mean a real three-way with another guy.  You know,
sucking and fucking and shit," Layton said.

"Uh, no," I replied.

"How about it then?  I'm supposed to go over to his place tonight.
You can come with me," Layton said.

"Uh, really I don't think so.  I need to study and I'm just not into
that kind of thing," I replied.

"Aw come on!  I'll bet he'll do it.  He says he knows you," Layton responded.

"Knows me?  Who is this guy?"  I asked.

"I told yah.  His name's Jason, Jason Bowers," Layton said, and
immediately I knew who he was talking about.

Jason was a very cute guy, and the first time I had met him was at the
"Gangplank," a bar that catered to gays and lesbians.  Rather short,
but well built, he had been in the chorus line in the university's
production of "Hair" that spring, which I had attended.  He wore his
dark brown hair long on the sides with bangs in the front and he was
an excellent dancer.  However, his feminine ways were not really a
turn on for me.  So, other than the times I had run into him at the
"Gangplank" and around campus, that had been my total association with
him.

"So, Jason asked you to set this up?" I asked.

"Hell no!  I'm just supposed to go over there later and had the idea
that we might could get a three way goin, it's been a long time since
I've done one," Layton responded.

"Uh, I don't think so.  Besides, how are you sure he's going to do
anything, much less a three-way?" I replied.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that.  Hell, he's been sucking my cock and
I've been fucking him for two weeks now.  He'll do what I tell him,"
Layton said.

"Jeez!" I exclaimed in response, rolling my eyes.

"Look, you take your car and I'll take mine.  If you don't like the
way things are goin you can leave," Layton said.

"Uh, thanks.  Just the same I don't think so.  Besides, I have to help
with the inventory at the book store later," I said.

"God!  You're such a downer and drag!  It's no wonder you don't get
any sex!" Layton exclaimed, halfway furious.

"Maybe I don't want any sex, and how would you know if I'm a downer or
not?" I shot back.

"Hell, anybody can see that!  All you do is study and work at the
fucking bookstore!  Don't you ever want to have any fun?" Layton
asked.

"Uh, yeah!  But, my kind of fun," I replied.

"Oh God damn!  You are such a fucking whimp!" Layton exclaimed.

"I'll go!" I said, immediately wishing that I hadn't.

"What?"

"I'll go!"

"Fucking alright!" Layton exclaimed in response, and pumped his fist in the air.

Of course, I'd been torn between my own reservations about the whole
thing, and not wanting to appear like a total whimp, I had given in to
my ego and said yes.

That evening, shortly after nine, I pulled my car into the parking lot
of the apartment complex where Jason lived and headed up to the second
floor landing toward his apartment.  Layton had left earlier and by
the time I arrived both he and Jason had margaritas going in the
blender.

For about an hour or so, we sat in the living room area and drank
margaritas as we listened to the music on the stereo and chit chatted
about things in general, nothing of a sexual nature entering into the
conversation.  Then, Jason began to rub his hand back and forth on
Layton's thigh, and from the looks on both their faces I could tell
things were about to head in a different direction.

"Uh, you guys mind if I turn the television on and watch the Tonight
Show?  He's supposed to have a really good guest on tonight," I said
lying through my teeth, for I had no idea whom his special guest would
be.

In response, both said they didn't care. So, as Jason went back to his
fondling of Layton I got up off of the couch, turned off the stereo
and then turned on the small television set.  Then, I settled back
upon the couch, hoping that whomever Carson had on that night would
distract me from what was going on at the moment.

As luck would have it, it was comedian George Carlan and I became
intensely interested in the repartee between he and Johnny Carson,
that is as intensely interested as one can be with the goings on at
the other end of the couch.

"Oh yeah!  Fuck!" Layton soon exclaimed, and I glanced over and was
greeted with the sight of Jason bobbing his mouth up and down on
Layton's hard cock, which he had removed from beneath Layton's shorts.

"Uh, look guys!  I think I better be going.  It's late," I said rising
from the couch.

"Oh!  You don't have to go do you?  You can sleep here if you want.
The couch pulls out into a bed.  Please stay!"  Jason said, having
taken his mouth off of Layton's cock long enough to speak.

"Uh, well, I really should be going," I replied.

"Oh please!  Please stay!" Jason implored, with almost a panicked tone
in his voice.

"Uh, okay!" I said, and sat back down upon the couch and turned my
attention back to the television.

"Suck it harder! Take more of it!" Layton commanded, and I glanced
over and noticed Jason was obediently really going to work on Jason's
meat, over half of the big stalk disappearing into his mouth.

Quickly, I turned my attention back to the television and tried to
concentrate on Johnny and his guest, but it was futile.   Layton's
moans and the slurping noises where just too much, and soon my own
cock was at its full eight inches straining to get out of my shorts.

"Oh yeah!  I'm gonna do it!  Here it comes!  Get it all!" Layton
exclaimed, and as I glanced toward the other end of the couch this
time I was greeted with the sight of Layton holding onto Jason's head
rapidly fucking his cock into his mouth.

I couldn't turn away.  The lewdness of the whole scene held me
spellbound, for I knew Layton must be filling Jason's mouth with his
cum load and there was nothing Jason could do but continue to swallow
until Layton finally let go of his head.

"Now, get over there and get to work on my bud!" Layton said, as his
softening cock exited Jason's mouth and flopped onto his stomach.

Obediently and quickly, Jason scrambled toward the end of the couch
where I sat and got on his knees between my legs.

"Uh, look that's okay," I said, brushing his hand away as it reached
for the waistband of my shorts.

"It's okay.  I gotta!" Jason said, almost with a touch of fear in his voice.

"Quit talking and start sucking!" Layton commanded, and Jason quickly
grabbed hold of my shorts and pulled the front of them down allowing
my hard cock to spring free.

It had been six months since a mouth had wrapped itself around my cock
and any reservations I may have had went right out the window as Jason
began to suck.  I raised my hips and allowed my shorts to be pulled
down to my ankles and sat back and let him go to work.

Jason was an excellent cocksucker and the living room was soon filled
with my moans and groans as he swirled his tongue on the head of my
cock and sucked away, bobbing his head up and down on my meat.
Naturally, it didn't take me long to cum, and much sooner than I would
have liked, I cried out and began to blow my load into Jason's mouth.

Afterward, I helped Jason unfold the bed from the couch and put the
sheets on it while Layton went and showered.  For all intents and
purposes I figured that was then end of any sexual escapades for the
evening, at least as far as I was concerned, and I made the comment
that I was tired and said good night to Jason.  Then, after he had
gone into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, I climbed into
the fold out bed, figuring that Jason and Layton would do whatever
they were going to do in the bedroom behind the closed door.

Once I was alone, it didn't take me long to go to sleep.  I was tired.
 That and the effects of the five margaritas I had drunk had me out in
no time.  Then, some time later, I don't know how long it was, I was
startled awake by a naked body snuggling up against mine.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed and rolled over.

It was Jason.

"You can't go to sleep yet.  Come on in the bedroom with us," he said.

"Uh, look.  It's okay.  I'm tired," I said.

"Please!  You gotta!  He'll get mad if you don't," Jason replied.

"I'd rather not," I replied.

"Oh please!  He'll be rougher with me if you don't," Jason said, and
grabbed my hand.

"Rougher with you?" I asked rather loudly.

"Shhhhhhh!  You don't understand.  Now come on!" Jason whispered, and
grabbed hold of my hand again and began to pull me up off of the bed.

The light from the parking lot that filtered through the curtains in
the bedroom cast a dull glow into the room and as we entered I could
see Layton lying on his back on the bed with his hands behind his head
as Jason led me into the bedroom.  Layton's dick was noticeably hard
and gleaming with what I figured must have been Jason's spit.

"I knew you'd want some action," Layton said, and smiled.

"Uh, yeah I guess," I said, and allowed myself to be pulled down onto
the bed by Jason, who still had hold of my hand.

"Suck that cock of his!" Layton immediately commanded, rising up off
of his back.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, as I lay back upon the bed and Jason got on
all fours between my legs and took my flaccid penis into his mouth and
began to suck.

"We gotta get this baby warmed up!" Layton said, as he positioned
himself behind Jason.

Immediately, I thought I knew what was going to happen and I wasn't wrong.

"Whap!" Came the sound of Layton's hand as he slapped Jason's bubble butt.

"Mmmmpppffff!" Layton exclaimed, his mouth full of my dick.

"Whap! Whap! Whap!  Gotta get this boy's pussy hot!" Layton proclaimed.

"Mmmmmmpppffff!  Mmmmmpppfff! Mmmmppppffff!" Jason went, as he sucked
away on my cock.

"Oh yeah!  Hot pussy now!" Layton eventually said, and again I knew
what was about to happen, as Layton took hold of his cock and aimed it
at Jason's butt.

"MMMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFF!" Jason exclaimed, and I knew Layton had
roughly shoved his cock into Jason's rectum.

For some time, Layton fucked Jason as he sucked my cock; his groin
making smacking sounds against Jason's tight bubble butt as he did so.
 Then, he stopped and pulled his cock out.

"You can suck my cock now, cunt!" Layton said roughly, and Jason took
his mouth off of my cock and moved over toward Layton, who had lain
back upon the bed again.

As first I was shocked, as Jason began to slurp away on Layton's cock,
for I knew where it had just been. Then, I was even more surprised.

"Fuck him!  He's all warmed up!" Layton said.

"Uh, I don't know," I replied.

"Go ahead!  He loves it!  Fuck his ass!  Do it!" Layton implored.

"Uh, shouldn't I use a condom?" I asked, thinking about where my cock
would be going and not really liking the idea of getting shit on my
dick.

"Fuck no!  He flushed himself out before either of us got here!  Stick
it in his ass!" Layton replied.

Slowly, I repositioned myself upon the bed until I was behind Jason's
upturned butt, and then stared at the open crack and slightly dilated
hole illuminated by the glow from the lights of the parking lot.

"Go on!  Do it!  Stick it in his ass!" Layton said in a commanding tone.

Somewhat reluctantly, I grabbed hold of my hard cock and guided it
toward the target.  I say reluctantly because I had never had my penis
in anything but a mouth, and on a few occasions a pussy, and this was
going to be something totally new.

"Fuck him damn it!" Layton hollered, and I pushed forward.

"Mmmmmmmpppppppfffffff!" Jason exclaimed in response, for I may not
have had the length Layton had but my eight-inch cock is really thick.

"Oh fuck!" I hollered, as my cock was enveloped within the tight
warmth of Jason's rectum, for I had never felt anything so good in my
life.

It was all so dirty, so nasty, and so hot!  There was Jason sucking
away on Layton's cock and making odd noises as I began to fuck his
bottom.  Instinctively, I grabbed hold of Jason's hips with my hands
and began to plow his behind in earnest, making grunting noises myself
as I fucked that beautiful bubble butt of his.

"That's it!  Fuck him good!  Do it harder!  Pound his ass!" Layton
commanded, and I obliged.

Jason's whole body shook with every one of my thrusts and I began to
"long dick" him by pulling my cock all the way out and slamming it all
the way back as hard and as deep as I could.  My senses went on
overload.  I was lost in the obsession of fucking butt, Jason's
muffled grunts only fueling the fire.

For awhile, I would fuck Jason's ass.  Then, when I felt like I was
getting close to cumming, I would stop for a bit, the start up again.
Although that did enable me to fuck him longer, there was eventually
no way I could postpone the inevitable and I began to "rabbit fuck"
Jason's butt as I felt my cum load start to boil upward from my balls.

"Fucking damn! Shit! Fuck!" I hollered, and proceeded to blow my load
deep into Jason's insides, forcing a loud grunt from him as he still
slurped away on Layton's cock.

"My turn now!  Suck his cock!  I'm gonna fuck your pussy ass!" Layton
said roughly to Jason, and began to re-position himself upon the bed
as I pulled my cock out of Jason's butt and lay down upon my back on
the bed.

As commanded, Jason slurped my cock into his mouth, not thinking about
it for one moment that it had just been up his butt, and Layton began
to fuck him even harder than I had done while he slurped on my cock.
Then, after Layton had bellowed like a bull, blown his load up Jason's
butt, and pulled his cock out, Jason quickly took his mouth off of my
cock.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Jason exclaimed, and quickly got up off of the bed
and ran toward the bathroom, prompting Layton to laugh.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"He's probably shitting out cum!  You're probably the first person
that's ever blown a load up his butt and I know I'm probably the
second, cause I always pull out and jerk it off.  Not this time
though!  Not after you decided to fill him up!" Layton replied, and
chuckled.

Slowly, I got up out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom.  Sure
enough, Jason was sitting on the toilet crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing.  I just feel so dirty that's all!  No one has ever cummed in
my butt before," he replied, and sniffed and wiped his eyes with the
back of his hand.

"Look, I'm sorry!  I shouldn't have done that," I said.

"It's okay," Jason said, and sniffed again as he reached for the toilet paper.

I wish I could say that I left right after that.  However, I spent the
night, although I didn't get much sleep, not with the goings on in the
bedroom, which I could easily overhear through the closed bedroom door
as I lay upon the pull out bed in the living room.

"That's it!  Eat my hole!  Get more tongue in there!" Layton
commanded, and I could visualize Layton with his legs spread back and
Jason trying to burrow his tongue into his shit hole as far as he
could.

Of course, Layton fucked Jason again, and Layton smacked his butt
cheeks with his hand, almost continually, as he did so.  In fact, I
began to wince as the blows fell and shuddered as Jason's yelps turned
to loud howls.   Obviously, Layton intended for it to be a brutal fuck
and it was, so much so that it was obvious when Layton was blowing
another load up Jason's butt because he bellowed as he came and Jason
began to sob, more from relief than anything else, I suspected.  After
that, it quieted down and I went to sleep.  Early the next morning, I
slipped out when I awakened without telling either Jason or Layton
good bye, since they both were still asleep.

Naturally, when Layton eventually showed up back at the apartment
Sunday morning, he took great delight in telling me about all that had
gone on after I had left and proudly proclaimed that Jason was now his
total "total fuck bitch," as he put it.  And, I guess it was true.

For the remaining weeks of summer school Layton was rarely around the
apartment.  Yet, every now and then he would show up.  When he did, he
took great delight in telling me all the things he and Jason had done.

Things like how he had met two black guys at a bar and had taken them
over to Jason's and they all used his mouth and ass all weekend long.
Or, how he and Jason had gone to Dallas so they could hook up with two
guys that were heavily into S and M.  Evidently, when they had
finished doing everything else with Jason they wanted, they had strung
him up and given him his first fist fuck.  Naturally, Layton took
great delight in telling me how Jason had squealed and screamed in
panic the whole time.

As a result of that little revelation, it was obvious that the whole
situation with Layton and Jason was just sinking deeper and deeper
into depravity.  Finally, I blew my stack and told Layton that I
didn't want to hear one thing more about anything that involved he and
Jason.

Rightly or wrongly, I had lost all sympathy for Jason and realized
that he had to be enjoying Layton's obviously dominant and sadistic
personality, and was probably just as kinky about the whole
relationship as Layton was.

Layton moved out at the end of the summer and I never saw or heard
from him again. The same was true of Jason, although I did hear
someone say, months later, that he had gone to California to audition
for a dance company.

It was a long time before I was ever involved in another three-way,
and it was certainly much more gentle and loving. However, I never
will forget the one with Layton and Jason, for it was a memorable
experience to say the least.

The End