Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 05:54:09 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Texas Tails: The Summer of Tommy by Justin Davis (T/t,mast,oral, true)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving young males.
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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 and the actions of the characters in this story are in
no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

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Forward

Readers of my stories often ask where I dream up some of the ideas for my
story lines and some of the scenes in my stories.  My usual response, to
those that ask, is that many of my stories, unless they are just
outlandish fiction or fantasy, are based on actual incidences that
occurred in real life and of which I was a part.  Such is the case with
all the "Texas Tails" stories including this one.



Texas Tails: The Summer of Tommy
By
Justin Davis

Chapter One


It was the summer between my sophomore and junior year in high school and
I was fifteen at the time. Tommy had an older brother, named Bobby, in my
same grade in high school.  The family had moved to the semi-rural
community in which I lived that previous Fall.  Bobby was a tall, lanky,
dark headed kid, almost half a head taller than me at the time, whose
swarthy good looks made him look much older than his fifteen years.

Bobby and I never became the closest of friends.  However, there were
times that he did go fishing or shoot hoops with me and some of the other
guys.  It was one of those times, shortly after his family had moved into
town and we were shooting hoops in the driveway at his house, that I
first laid eyes on his younger brother Tommy.

Even though he was two years younger than Bobby was, Tommy was much more
physically developed than the typical thirteen-year-old was, I would find
out how much more a few weeks later.  Already as tall as I was, which at
that time was about five inches shy of six feet, Tommy's buzzed, blonde,
hair, blue eyes, and somewhat beefy build, were a stark contrast to his
older brother's slim build, black, curly, locks and dark brown eyes.

We usually shot hoops in our shorts, stripped to the waist, when the
weather was warm, and that day when Tommy joined us, it was readily
apparent that he already had tufts of hair under his arms and a thin
blonde trial that ran from his navel downward where it disappeared into
the waist band of his shorts.

If you have read the "Texas Tails: Allen" story, or any of the others in
the series, you know that I was already sexually active with other guys
at fifteen.  That day, right on the spot, I made up my mind that I was
going to add Tommy to the list of guys I had fooled around with.
Naturally, as with the others, the problem was how to pull it off.
However, after that day I didn't see Tommy again for almost two weeks.

That summer, the first week that school was out, I had attended a summer
tennis camp.  My interest in the game had really begun to take off and
when I wasn't hanging around with my friends you could always find me at
the high school tennis courts trying to hustle up match.

The high school was close to the neighborhood in which all of us lived
and one afternoon Tommy rode by the tennis courts on his bike.  I was
practicing my serve with a shag bag of old tennis balls and he stopped to
watch.

"You do that pretty good," he said, standing astride his bike, dressed in
nothing but cut off jeans and tennis shoes.

"Thanks!"  I replied, taking note that already the summer sun was
beginning to turn his skin a deeper brown and the fine down on his legs
even more blonde.

"You think you could teach me how to play sometime?" Tommy asked.

"Sure!" I replied, jumping at the chance, since my dick had already
twitched in my tennis shorts just drinking in the sight of him.

A couple of days later, Tommy had borrowed a tennis racquet and we were
hitting balls back and forth across the net.  The development of his
tennis game, or mine either for that matter, is not important to this
story, or others.  However, what happened a week later is.

Tommy and I had been playing tennis for about two hours, and in late June
the weather in Texas is hot, very hot.  We had played three sets, Tommy
not winning a game in any of them, and when I asked him if he wanted to
play another one he wasn't very receptive.

"Nah, it's hot and I'm tired.  Besides, you're winning all the time," he
replied.

"You wanna do anything else?" I asked.

"Uh, let's go swimming at the pool," he replied.

"Nah, I don't feel like my riding my bike that far," I replied, although
for a town our size we had a very nice public pool.  "I know somewhere
where we can get in the water that's closer," I added.

"Where?" Tommy asked.

"The pond up the road," I replied.

"Pond?"

"Yeah, it's right up the road that runs up that hill," I said pointing
toward the hill and grove of trees.  "I fish there some times.  You can't
see it from the road but it's plenty deep enough to swim," I added.

"Uh, I don't have a bathin suit or nothin," Tommy replied.

"I don't either," I said.

"I guess I could wear my shorts."

"Yup," I replied.

The rest of the conversation is unimportant.  What is important is that
Tommy followed me on my bike to the pond and he was totally blow away
that it was even there, located as close to town as it was.  However, it
would have been easy not to know because the man who owned the property
had long since died and his widow had moved to Houston.  Essentially, the
property, the old barn, the old house, and everything were just kind of
falling down, although a guy was leasing the land and had a few cows
grazing on it.  However, the pond, although surrounded by an overgrowth
of grass and brush and the like, was not only a fine place to fish but it
was a nice place to get a quick swim.

"Wow!" Tommy said, when he laid eyes on the pond, after he had followed
me through the overgrowth of brush and grass.

"Yeah, almost no one knows it's here anymore," I replied.

"There any fish in it?"

"Yup!  Some perch, I caught a small bass once. I throw um back."

"I might come here to fish."

"Hey, that's fine.  Just don't tell too many guys about it."

"So, you come to swim here all time?"

"Nah, just like today.  It's close to the high school."

"Yeah.  So, you goin swimming?"

"Hell yeah," I replied, and kicked off my tennis shoes, stripped off my
shirt in one swift move, and then my shorts while Tommy stood there.

"Oh shit!  You're ain't gonna swim naked are yah?"  Tommy exclaimed, as I
was down to my white briefs and was starting to pull them down.

"Yeah, I always do.  I don't like wearing wet underwear after I get out.
You don't have to if you don't wanna," I replied, stepping out of my
briefs and thinking Tommy might just be embarrassed to be seen naked by
another boy.

Tommy stared at me a moment, his eyes staring straight at my groin area,
then averted his eyes, shrugged is shoulders, kicked off his tennis shoes
and began to strip while I stood there with my hands on my hips waiting.
Finally, when Tommy was down to nothing but his boxers and he pulled them
down and stepped out of them, I saw right away that he had nothing to be
embarrassed about.

Tommy's flaccid, circumcised, dick was every bit as long as my own, but
thicker, and his balls were as big as mine as well, and low-hangers.
Even his blonde pubic bush was as developed as my own, which was saying
something for someone who was thirteen.  Immediately, I figured that
erect his dick was probably at least as big and mine was, which was again
saying something since I had hit my sexual growth early, I was shooting
cum pellets at eleven, and my cock was already right at seven inches
then.  Needless to say, I couldn't help but stare.  And, as I did so, one
thought immediately ran through my mind.  Tommy was going to be my next
conquest without a doubt.

"What yah staring at?" Tommy asked.

"Uh, nothing.  Let's get in the water," I replied quickly, averting my
eyes and realizing that I had been busted staring at Tommy's cock and
balls and that I was about to start getting hard.

I jumped into the pond, and Tommy followed.  For almost half an hour we
splashed and played around in the pond.  Then, I swam over to the bank
and lay back on a patch of grass that had been trampled down by the
cattle that watered at the pond.  Tommy followed close behind and did the
same.

"You wanna play tennis again tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, already beginning to think in the back of my
mind how I was going to plot things out so I would have his dick in my
mouth before July, the next month, was over.

"Thanks.  You know you are the only one of the older guys my brother
hangs around with that pays any attention to me," he replied.

"Well, you don't look thirteen," I replied, thinking both about his
physical appearance and his sexual equipment.

"Yeah, everybody thinks I'm the same age as Bobby unless they know
different," he said.

"Yeah, you're kinda big for your age," I remarked and looked over at his
cock and then up at him and smiled.

"Oh, you mean my dick?  Yeah, I got the biggest one in my P. E. class for
sure," he replied, the sat up and stared out toward the pond.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bug yah," I replied.

"Hey, that's okay.  You know, since you showed me this neat pond and all
I'm gonna tell yah somethin, but, you can't tell anybody," he said.

"What?"

"Well, Bobby has a whole bunch of Playboy magazines and I found where he
hides um," he replied.

"Really!" I exclaimed, trying to sound excited, although I would have
much rather for it to have been mags with naked guys.

"Yeah, if you come over some time when he's not there I'll show um to
yah," he said.

"Great!  I'd like that," I replied excitedly.

"Yeah, they're good ones, too.  I get all horny lookin at um," he said.

"Uh, so what do you do then?" I asked, hoping for the answer I wanted.

"Uh, well, most times I jerk off," he replied.

"You do?" I replied, feigning surprise.

"Yeah.  I have to be careful though," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Uh, well, I kinda have to be somewhere where I can clean things up
easily."

"Clean things up?"

"Uh, yeah.  I kinda shoot a lot out," he replied, and looked at me.

Now immediately, I was wondering what he was talking about because I put
out a good load myself.  However, I never really worried about where I
got off.

"Wadda yah mean?" I asked.

"Uh, if you won't tell nobody I'll show yah," he replied.

"I won't tell no one," I responded.

"If I do it you gotta do it, too," he said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Jerk off," he replied.

"Uh, yeah, okay," I said, immediately thinking that if this guy was gonna
jerk off in front of me that getting that dick of his in my mouth was
gonna be a lot easier than I thought.

Tommy got up off of the ground and immediately began to stroke his dick.
I did the same.  In a very short time, we were both rock-hard and my
suspicions were confirmed, Tommy's dick was indeed as big as mine was.

It wasn't long, much faster than me, before Tommy started breathing
heavily and his stomach, which was already beginning to have signs of a
six pack, began to heave.  I increased the pace of my wanking to try and
catch up.

"Oh shit, Justin!  I'm gonna do it!" Tommy exclaimed, and then groaned.

What happened next, has served as a scene in a few of my stories.

Tommy gasped, hunched his groin forward, and two forked ropes of cum,
each almost a foot long, spurted out of his penis.  It was like he was
pissing cum.

"Oh fuck!" I hollered, and blew my load just seeing the sight of all that
white goo spurting out of his dick and hearing it hit the grass with a
plop, plop, plop.
It was a moment forever carved in my memory, as would be other moments
with Tommy that summer.

Tommy's parents bought him a tennis racquet a few days after we had the
wank session at the pond and he and we started playing tennis almost on a
daily basis.  For awhile, not much was said about the pond.  But, one hot
afternoon, after we had played for a couple of hours we wound up at the
pond and again I watched mesmerized as Tommy shot forked ropes of cum.

Naturally, had Allen been in town, I would most certainly have called him
and told him all the details after the first incident at the pond.
However, he was out of town for the whole summer staying with his Aunt in
Dallas.

As Tommy and I became closer, I found out that Tommy usually jerked off
over the toilet so that he could blow his load into the toilet bowl and
not make a mess. I could easily understand why.   Never before, or since,
have I seen anyone that could shoot that much cum.

It was two weeks into July when I suggested to Tommy that we go camping
at the river.  I have detailed the location in several other "Texas
Tails" stories so I want repeat the intricacies here, except to say that
it was a relatively secret location and more than just a few times I had
sucked some guy off there while camping.

Naturally, one has to be careful when going after a straight guy.  One
just doesn't blurt out and ask: "Do you want me to suck your dick?"  No,
I knew from past experience that it would be a slow step by step process
before I would get Tommy to the point that he would let me suck his
dick.  However, I pretty much had the process down to an art form by the
time I was fifteen.  Already, I had three other guys, not counting Allen,
that were fucking my face, and that would be the case all through high
school, not to mention four others that I had gotten at least three times
before they didn't want to do it anymore.  Needless to say, I never had
trouble getting a cock in my mouth or a load of cum in my tummy.

Tommy was already at the point where he wasn't reluctant to wank in front
of me.  So, the next step was to work him toward letting me touch his
cock and getting him to do the same with mine, if he would.  Giving him a
blow job would come later.

Tommy called and I was disappointed.  His mom wouldn't let him go
camping.  However, he did say she probably would let him spend the
night.  I smiled when he said that, for several reasons.

One, I occupied the front bedroom in the old house we lived in, which
from the way it was designed, made it remote from the rest of the
bedrooms.  Two, practically every guy who had ever spent the night with
me had gotten his dick sucked.  Maybe, I thought, this thing was going to
go faster than I had planned.

Sure enough, Tommy's mom gave a "thumbs up" to the sleep over, and after
playing touch football with some of the guys down the street, eating
dinner, and watching some television, we each took a shower and went to
bed.

I had inherited a big bed, when my grandmother died, so two teenagers
sleeping in it was no big deal.  For awhile, Tommy and I made small talk
and then he kind of went silent.  I figured he had gone to sleep, or was
almost asleep.  Since we were both in our underwear, me in my white
briefs and him in his boxers, it was no problem to put my hand down into
my briefs and start to fondle my penis.  Hell, just thinking of him lying
there beside me was enough to get me going.

"Justin, what are you doing?" Tommy asked.

"Uh, I'm playing with my dick," I replied, sort of shocked that he wasn't
asleep.

"Oh!" Tommy replied.

"Uh, you wanna jerk off?" I asked.

"Uh, nah.  Too messy," he said.

"Look, I got a towel under the bed.  No problem," I replied.

"Nah, that's okay.  You can if you want," he said.

"Tommy?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna show yah something I bet you haven't seen before."

"What?"

"Let me cut on the light," I said, and moved over to cut on the lamp on
the stand by the bed.

I cut on the light, pulled off my briefs, and started stroking my dick.

"Big deal, you're beatin off," Tommy said.

"Just wait," I replied.

I guess I should say, at this point, that at fifteen, really from
fourteen until I was almost nineteen, anatomically my body was such that
I could suck myself off.  I could do it by bending over or throwing my
legs back toward my head.  Then, I hit the final growth spurt and I
couldn't reach my cock anymore.  Which, I guess, was a good thing or I
would never go out.  However, I digress.

As soon as I had my cock good and hard, and it didn't take long, I
repositioned myself upon the bed, threw my legs back toward my head, and
stuck about the top third of my cock into my mouth and started sucking
it.

"Holy shit!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Yeah, how about that?" I said, and smiled, having put my legs back down.

"You suck your own dick?" he asked.

"Sure!" I replied, like it was an everyday thing.

"Gosh!  How does it feel?" he asked.

"Awesome!" I replied.

"What you do when you cum?"

"I swallow it."

"Damn!" You swallow your own cum?"

"Yeah."

"Uh, I can't do that."

"What?"

"Suck myself off."

"Why?"

"I can't.  I've tried."

Bingo!  That was all I needed to hear.  I knew, from that instant, if he
had tried to do that he was wanting a mouth on his cock so bad he
couldn't stand it.  Oh, how that had been the case for so many others!

"Uh, so you want to know what it feels like, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just wondered kinda what it felt like.  I mean, I hear the older
guys talking about gettin chicks to blow um and all."

"Tommy, if you won't tell, I can show yah what it feels like," I replied.

"Huh?"

"Look, I suck my own dick, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, suckin yours ain't that much different."

"You'd suck my dick?"

"Sure!  If you don't tell."

"Oh shit!  I won't.  Please do it!"

Well, as Allen would have thought at that moment:  "Oh my fucking God!"

The way was set.  The horses were in the starting gate.  And, Tommy was
about to get the first dick suck of his life.  Oh God!  Had I been there
times before with other guys!

Again I digress, for it was a special time, a time when AIDS or STD's
were not an issue.  Long since, the stuff I did as a teen I wouldn't do
today in any manner, shape, or form.  For me, luckily, it was an innocent
time.  A time of experimentation, trying to figure out if I was gay or
what I was, and a time of groans, face-fucking, and those wonderful
moments of love-making and lust with Allen.  Trust me, if the heat from
some of those sessions with Allen could have been harnessed, it would
have been enough to power the world for days.

"Okay, but you can't tell," I said, putting forth the standard line.

It amazes me to this day that there was very little communication between
the guys that I sucked or that fucked my face back then.  Or, hell, even
took my own dick into their mouth for that matter.  I guess I'll just
really never understand it.  It was all so strange and weird.  Yet, it
was wonderful, absolutely wonderful!

I sucked Tommy off that night.  That was really all.  No way was I gonna
lick his abs and his nips, and do all the shit Allen I did.  But, it was
fine nevertheless.  I would work him toward it.

He moaned like crazy, and gasped for breath, as I licked the head of his
cock and sucked, then licked again.  Even at fifteen, I was an expert in
prolonging the experience to the point where the guy was almost insane
with the desire to get off.  Allen and I had worked on that one together
for two years.

When Tommy came, that night, I was glad that I had practiced gulping
mouths full of water down.  Instantly, my mouth was full of his sperm,
and I could feel it gush clear to the back of my throat.  One gulp!
Two!  Three!  Then less, as he emptied his balls.  I wanked and emptied
my load onto the bed sheets as he was putting out the last few spurts
into my mouth.

For the rest of that summer, Tommy was mine.  He fucked my face with wild
abandon, his low-hangers smacking my chin, and he even got to the point
where he would do a sixty-nine and jerk me off while I sucked him.
Sometimes, I would lie on my side and he would get behind me and put his
dick between my legs and fuck and get off that way.

Naturally, it was only a short hop from fucking his cock between my legs
to fucking my butt and for the first time in a long time I was
entertaining the idea of getting Tommy to fuck my butt.

As I have mentioned in some of the Texas Tails stories Raymond's big cock
had made me gun shy about getting fucked.  However, I was dying with
curiosity wondering what that huge cum load of Tommy's would feel
exploding into my rectum.  So, I figured the next time he put his dick
between my legs I would suggest that he put it in my butt. Sadly, that
never happened. Shortly after school started, Tommy and his family moved
to Austin.

Years later, when his older brother attended our class reunion, I asked
about Tommy.  Seems then, he had seven kids and an eighth on the way.  I
laughed, and thought about all that cum he shot out, and smiled, for I
had no doubt he could impregnate the entire world with that load of his.

The End.