Date: Tue, 9 Mar 1999 05:24:39 EST
From: Justin
Subject: TexasTails:Raymond (Part Three)

Standard Disclaimer: The following story is a detailed account of sex between
teenaged boys.  If the subject matter offends you do not read it.  If you are
under 18 years of age you should not read this story.                         


The author retains all copyrights to this story and others in  "Texas Tails."
All names, with the exception of mine, have been changed to protect others.   

I hope you enjoy the story.

Texas Tails: Raymond(Part Three)
by 
Justin Davis

Raymond and I lay holding each other for some time.  It was a hot summer day,
but I trembled as if I was cold from the excitement that I felt as our bodies
pressed together. 

My head lay upon Raymond's chest and I could feel and hear his heart pounding
almost as fast and furiously as mine.  I let out a small gasp as he moved his
hand between us, grasped my dick, and began to move his hand slowly up and
down the shaft.  I wrapped my fingers around Raymond's dick and began to
slowly stroke him as he was doing me. 

I let out a moan as the wonderful sensations began to creep from my groin to
the rest of my body.  I had jerked off and even traded out with a couple of
other guys before but this was different.  We were actually holding each
other, our bodies almost welded together, with only our hands between us
slowly stroking each other. 

Raymond removed his hand from my dick and gently pushed me away from him until
my back was lying upon the sand.  I moaned again, this time at the loss of the
wonderful feelings of pleasure he had been giving me.  It was short lived,
however, as Raymond lowered his head toward my groin and began to lick up and
down the shaft of my prick with his tongue.  I moaned again as even newer
sensations flooded over me.  My hand unwrapped itself from Raymond's dick and
fell limply to my side, I was too overcome at that point to worry about any
ones feelings but my own.
Slowly, like a giant moist snail, Raymond's mouth worked down my shaft and to
my balls.  My body trembled as he moistened each one with his mouth and licked
at them with his tongue. Down to my balls, back up again.  The muscles of my
stomach and legs shuddered involuntarily. Raymond's mouth slowly crawled back
up from my balls and up the shaft of my dick.  He engulfed most of it in one
downward swoop.

"Oh shit!  Oh God!" I cried, as Raymond took me into his mouth and began to
give me head.

My mind was blown away and went into another universe.  I could feel the
sensations start, just below my balls, and begin to build upward.  My breath
began to come in short gasps.  I wanted to scream.  I wanted to cry out.  I
did.

As I came, my body hunched upward as I tried to get more of the sucking
sensation enveloping my dick. I began to fuck Raymond's mouth with wild
abandon.  I cried out, in a high pitched squeal, as I shot once, twice, three,
who knows how many times.  Raymond kept going and hungrily gulped the torrent
of cum I was spewing into his mouth.

Soon, I lay totally exhausted with tears running down my cheeks.  I had never,
ever, felt anything so wonderful. I began to laugh and cry at the same time.
Raymond pulled his mouth off of my dick and laid his head upon my stomach. He
started to laugh as well.  

"Man I don't think you liked that at all," he said.

Tears still running down my cheeks, I laughed even more.

I reached down and grabbed Raymond's still hard dick and began to stroke.  He
moaned and moved his head slightly as it lay upon my stomach.  I didn't know
what to do.
I had never been this intimate with a guy before.  I did know, however, what
he had done to me and knew that it would probably feel as good to him.  

I gently pushed Raymond back away from me until he was lying on his back.  As
he had done, I let my mouth work it's way down his stomach.  His stomach
muscles twitched as I nibbled my way downward to his balls.  I worked each one
of them in turn with my tongue and my mouth.  The smell of him only added to
my determination to make it better for him than it had been for me.

Slowly and deliberately, my tongue licked underneath his balls and at the root
of his cock that lay under them.  Then, just as deliberately, I inched with my
mouth up toward the top of his dick, Raymond's moans and groans served as a
signal to me that I was accomplishing my goal.

I saw, as I reached the head of his dick with my mouth, that a ribbon of pre-
cum was dripping from the tip of his dick onto his stomach.  I lapped at it
greedily, my first taste of another guy's essence.  He groaned even louder and
squirmed as my tongue cleaned the drops from the head of his dick and worked
its way to his stomach where I began to lap up the small puddle that had
gathered there. Raymond's moans grew even more in intensity as my mouth worked
its way back toward his dick and I took the big round head into my mouth.  

I knew there was no way I could get all of it into in my mouth.  It was too
big.  I was determined, however, to take as much as I could.  I went down on
him bit my bit, working the huge head with my tongue.  Slowly, and after a few
gagging attempts, I got almost half of his dick into my mouth.  Then, I began
to suck like I had been doing it all my life.  Raymond went wild.

Half-groaning, almost half-gasping, Raymond began to fuck up into my hungry
mouth.  Each time he hunched up I would have to pull back a little to keep
from getting choked.  His breathing got faster and I could feel his dick grow
even harder as I sucked.

Before long, his hips left the ground and arched upward propelling his dick
even deeper into my mouth. I pulled back some more, and at the same time, was
greeted with a flood of cum that gushed into my mouth.   My first taste of
cum.                                                                    

Raymond's cum was thick but it had almost a sweet taste to it. I swallowed
again and again as he began to buck and thrash beneath me.  In time, though,
his ejaculations slowed to a few drops and I cleaned lapped those up with my
tongue as he lay back totally exhausted from the fury of his orgasm. I
continued licking his dick cleaning up the last drops of cum as they oozed
out, much like a cat licks a bowl of milk, until he yelped and pushed me away.

"Easy man, that hurts." he said.

The thought hadn't even occurred to me that his dick would be as sensitive as
mine was after I have had an orgasm.

"Guess you didn't like it either?" I said with a smile.

Raymond just laughed and pulled me to him again, my head resting on his still
heaving chest.

"Geez Jus you learn fast," he said.

"Yeah, guess so," I replied.

We lay together like that for awhile and then Raymond suggested we go in the
water and clean up.  

We must have spent almost another hour splashing, jumping into, and playing
around in the cool waters of the river.  Both of us, especially me, had a much
less stressful time now that the tension had been relieved.  Eventually,
though, it was time to go home and we put on our shirts, jeans, and boots, got
into the pickup. and headed home.  Not much was said about anything on the
way, until the pickup stopped at the road to my house and I started to get
out.

"Jus, I hope you don't think I am a fag or anything," Raymond said as I opened
the door to get out.

"No, I think you are wonderful," I said. 

"Can we do it again?" I asked.

Raymond smiled. "Sure," he said.

"But maybe with a little less sand next time. Your dick was awful gritty."

I burst out laughing and so did he.  It was the first conscious thought that I
had about the fact that both of us were sandy from lying down on the sand by
the river. He had tasted that way too.  We said our good byes and I watched as
the truck drove off. I giggled a little, as I walked up the dirt road toward
the house, thinking about what Raymond said about me being all gritty.

That night, as I lay in bed, I had a hard time going to sleep.  The images of
our love making by the river stood out as fresh in my mind then as they do
today.  I replayed them over and over in my mind as I stroked myself to
another orgasm.  Finally, exhausted I went to sleep.  

We went to work in the hay fields again the next day, like we would do for
most of that summer.  It would be almost a week before Raymond and I would
hold each other again, but there were signs that things were different between
us.

A knowing look, a brush of his leg against mine, or mine against his, a smile
and a look into each other's eyes that said all we dared say around the other
guys. There would always be so much said, but not really said, with those
looks and those smiles. So much said, but not really said, with our laughter.