Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 07:45:49 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Texas Tails: Allen (01) by Justin Davis (t/t,mast,true)

Author's note: This is the first chapter of the third story in the Texas
Tails series.  As with the other stories in this series that I have posted,
virtually all of the events, persons and circumstances are true.  Names of
certain individuals have been changed to protect their privacy.

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen 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.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has
been posted, without the consent of the author.  Constructive comments are
appreciated and you may send them to Justin0398@aol.com



Texas Tails: Allen
By
Justin Davis
Chapter One
(I Meet Allen)

Without a doubt, every individual has their life effected by certain pivotal
persons or moments that effect them for the rest of their lives.  To some
degree, that was true as it related to Raymond and Zach, and I have written
about them already.  However, without question, the most pivotal person in my
life as a teen was Allen.

It is hard, thinking back now, to remember exactly when I met Allen.  I do
remember that it was during the summer, I had just turned thirteen, and I
remember he was eleven.  I also remember that I was riding my bike and had
gone past his house, which was down the road from mine, several times.  Yet,
the details of how we actually paired up riding our bikes together that day
escape me.

As our friendship grew closer that first summer, it became apparent that
Allen and I had quite a few things in common.  We both loved music, riding
our bikes, playing sand lot baseball with the other kids in the area, and
doing a lot of other things kids our age did.  But, there were some
differences.

Allen was a good-looking kid even at eleven, much better looking than I was.
He was lanky and tall even for his age.  Yet, he had just a touch of
femininity about him that came through even then.  The girls loved it.  As a
result, when he and I weren't doing something, or he wasn't with the rest of
the guys, I knew he was
probably with his sister and her friends.

Growing up in a small Texas town as we did, it was unthinkable to be gay, or
at least to be gay and openly show it.  That didn't mean sex with other guys
didn't go on.  It went on like crazy.  It just wasn't talked about openly.
To be honest, I never thought of Allen as being gay, or myself either for
that matter, until we were both much older.

As it frequently does with young boys, the subject of sex came up rather
early in our relationship.  In fact, what became a constant sexual
relationship between the two of us began the first time Allen spent the night
at my house.

Allen and I had gone to bed late that night.  We had watched television and
played monopoly until we had gotten tired, stripped to our briefs, and
crawled into bed.  Everyone else in the house had long since gone to sleep so
our quite talking didn't bother anybody.

I remember vividly that the conversation turned to dicks and who had the
biggest one of the boys we knew.  Of course, I said Raymond.

"Raymond?  How do you know?"  Allen asked.

"Because I have seen it."  I replied

"No way!  You are lying."  Allen responded

"No I am not."  I said.

"Okay when?"  Allen asked me.

On that question I hesitated answering for obvious reasons.  I didn't really
think I should tell Allen that I knew because I had had it up my butt more
than once the previous summer.

"I saw him peeing when we were loading hay."  I answered honestly.

"Wow!  How big was it?"  Allen asked.

"As long as mine is hard."  I replied.

"About five or six inches soft."  I added.

"No way!"  Allen said

"Yep, at least that."  I replied

"Was he circumcised?"  Allen asked?

"Yeah."  I answered

There was a pause, then Allen started talking about guys he knew who he
thought had big dicks.  I knew even then that at eleven everyone seems to
have a bigger dick than you do so I didn't think anything of it.  However,
one thing did get me irritated about his conversation.  Every guy he talked
about it was always in the context of who was circumcised and who wasn't.
Finally I couldn't stand it.

"Man, what is with you and this circumcised shit?"  I asked.

"Well, I am not.  I really wish I was though."  He replied quickly.

"I'm not either."  I stated.

"Really?"  Allen asked.

"I'm not."  I restated.

There was a pause for a few seconds.  Then Allen spoke.

"Can I see?"  He asked me.

I thought for a bit. (Here we were at the classic "I will show you mine if
you show me yours" point).

Now at thirteen, I wasn't really bashful about my dick.  Although I wasn't
the most hung guy around I did have five thick inches that I was proud enough
of.  So, I reached over, cut on the lamp on my side of the bed, threw back
the covers, and pulled downed my jockeys.

"There!"  I said

Allen just stared at my dick.

"You've got hair too!"  He said, when he finally spoke.

Well, it did pass for hair.  I did have the small beginnings of a bush.

"Okay, show me yours!"  I said.

"Uh, that's okay!"  He replied.

"Hey no fair.  You got to show me!"  I said.

Allen paused for a moment, looked at me, then lay on his back and pulled his
briefs down.

He was uncircumcised just as I was.  But, the foreskin had already started to
retract around the head because his dick was hard.  I sized his dick up and
guessed he probably had about three and a half inches.

"You got a hard on."  I said, announcing the obvious.

For a few seconds Allen didn't say anything.

"Justin, do you ever jerk off?"  He asked, when he finally spoke.

Did I ever jerk off?  What a question!  I jerked off in the morning, at noon,
any time I could.  At thirteen I was living testimony that you wouldn't go
blind or get warts in your hand from jacking.

"Yeah, lots!"  I responded honestly

"Do you?"  I then asked Allen.

"I just found out about it from my cousin."  He replied.

Instantly, I felt more at ease.  I knew that if he and his cousin had jacked
together things were cool with the two of us having our briefs down to our
knees.
What I didn't know, but would find out over time, was how much his cousin
really showed him when Allen would go visit him.

"I'll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours!"  Allen then said.

"Sure!"  I replied.

In a matter of moments, the fingers of my right hand reached out and began to
manipulate Allen's dick, while at the same time his left hand started to
slide up and down on mine.  Unfortunately, that didn't go on for long before
Allen told me to stop.

"Okay you can stop now!"  He said.

"Huh?"  I asked.

"I am gonna pee!"  He replied.

"You are gonna what?"  I asked.

"I can't do it for long because it feels like I am going to pee."  He said.

I was dumbfounded.  This guy thought he knew how to jack and yet he had never
gotten to the best part.

"That's normal."  I said

He didn't say anything and I looked at him.  Allen just lay there with a
blank look on his face.

"Damn!  I though your cousin showed you."  I said.

"He did."  Allen replied.

"No way."  I replied.

"Just lay back and let me do it for you."  I said

Gently, but firmly, I began to jerk Allen's dick with my fingers.  It wasn't
long before he again said he was going to pee on himself.

"Just hang on!"  I replied

It couldn't have been a minute more and Allen's breathing became heavier, his
stomach muscles began to contract and his toes began to curl and uncurl.  I
could tell, having been there a zillion times, that Allen was going to go
over the top.

Thank goodness I had the presence of mind to cover his mouth with my left
hand as his body went rigid, his dick got even harder in my fingers, and he
went over the top.  If I hadn't, he would have waked up everyone in the
house.

When it was all over, Allen lay there still breathing heavily.  I got really
worried.
I thought he had passed out or something.  Then, he looked over at me, and
spoke those words that we would laugh about so many times over the next years.

"Oh, God!  That was so good!"  He said.

Allen wasn't the only one that got introduced to something new that night.
Although he said it was his turn to do me, I had no idea why he went into the
bathroom and ran the water.  When he returned, however, I found out.

Allen brought a wet rag and some soap and began to soap up my dick.

"You are gonna love this!"  He said.

True to his word I did.

Once he had my hard dick all lathered up, Allan began to jerk me off slower
than I had ever done it myself for sure.  Off and on, he would stop and
squeeze a little water from the rag, let it drip down the shaft of my dick,
and then start jacking me again.  By the time I was ready to cum I literally
was out of my mind.

As I felt the cum began to boil up out of my balls, I grabbed Allen's pillow,
placed it over my face, and screamed into it, as I went over the top and shot
what Allen would always refer to as "the load from hell."

Screaming into a pillow, by the way, was something that would become a
trademark of ours over the next ten years, especially when parents or
brothers and sisters were asleep nearby.

After that first time, Allen's sexual evolution and mine would become
intertwined for many years to come.  It was a wonderful, innocent, time.

To be continued....