Date: Sun, 7 Mar 1999 21:12:26 EST From: Justin Subject: Texas Tails: Raymond (Part One) Standard disclaimer: The following story is a graphic account of sex between young boys. If you object to such material please do not read it. Also, if you are under 18 years of age you should not be reading this story. If you are over 18 years of age and enjoy such material please read on. The following story is part of a series of true stories about my years growing up in Texas. The first two stories, "Midnight Fuck" and "Big Little Danny," have already been posted under those titles. The author retains all rights to this story, as he does to others he has written. Positive and constructive comments are welcome. All names in the following story have been changed with the exception of my own. If you are looking for hard core sex in this first one then you will be disappointed. That follows in parts two and three. Hope you enjoy the story. Texas Tails: Raymond By Justin Davis It was the summer that I was twelve years old that I really began to realize that I liked guys. Prior to that summer, most of my relationships with other guys had been of the usual variety. The boys I hung around with were normal kids and we did the normal things that kids do. There were times, after skinny dipping in the river or when some of us would be spending the night at someone's house that some type of sexual experimentation would occur. Most times the sexual activities would amount to nothing more than mutual masturbation sessions, although there were a couple of times that some crude attempts were made at oral sex. By far the most fun was had when Raymond would be part of the group. Raymond was fifteen and older than most of us by a good three years. All of us looked up to him and he was recognized by most of us as one of the best athletes around. Raymond was tall, even for fifteen, and his shaggy blonde hair and green eyes were two of his best features. Raymond's most impressive feature, however, was his dick. Raymond was hung. At fifteen, Raymond had exactly 10 and one-eight inches. I know that, just as every boy in our group did, because we measured it on more than one occasion. Naked, and hard, Ray was a sight to behold, and the envy of us all. Whenever Raymond was part of the group, and we would wind up in the usual circle-jerk routine, it was always something to see when Ray would shoot his load. Even though we usually had a contest to see who could cum first Raymond never won. I know now that he always went last because he enjoyed watching us look at him get off. When Raymond would shoot his load it was something to see. The veins on his big dick would stand out even more as he would work his hand up and down its length. The head massive dick of his dick, which his hand did not completely wrap around, would ooze pre-cum in thin ribbons. Then, usually with a low moan, he would hunch forward and thick ropes of white cum would shoot out. It would not be unusual that someone in the group would get the first glob all over them because of the distance he could shoot. Raymond's first shot would be followed by three or four more until cum would slowly dribble in a small stream from the head of his dick and he would grin and say something like "I guess I am last again" and we would all giggle and laugh. For me, though, seeing Raymond get off and seeing his naked body was more than just awe. It was a total and complete turn on. As luck would have it that summer, Raymond and I wound up working for the same guy that summer loading and hauling hay. There were six of us and we and it was hot and hard work loading hay bales in the fields, transporting it, and unloading it in some guys barn or shed. I could probably still do it but it is something I would not do today unless I was starving. We were paid by the load and for kids our age the money wasn't bad. The bonus for me, however, was being around Raymond. Most times we worked stripped to the waist and seeing his body gleaming with sweat was a turn on for me. Although big for my age, I had not begun to develop the muscle definition that Raymond was beginning to show. Those first couple of weeks, on more than one occasion, I would get hard looking at the bulge in his jeans, knowing what was there, and the sweat trickling down the ripples of his stomach. As I would glance at him and my eyes would follow the trial of hair from his navel to the top of his jeans, my dick would throb and beg for release from the confines of my jeans. Quickly I would head off to a nearby clump of trees to take a pee, only to quickly jerk myself off and shoot my then pitiful load while thinking of Raymond, and run back to the hay field and continue my work. The first few weeks in the hay fields were torture for me in more ways than one. Although I had helped my dad with things around the ranch I had never been subjected to that amount of physical labor over such a long period of time. The typical routine was working from sunup until sundown and that meant that many days we worked more than twelve hours in the fields. Surprisingly, after the first month, I could tell that it was beginning to make a difference in me physically. Most of my softness was gone and my body was now becoming harder and my stomach was beginning to become flatter. My arms and my biceps were beginning to grow as well. Although not yet thirteen, my body was beginning to change as a result of the hard work. By far I was the youngest kid in the group. Most of the guys were Raymond's age or younger. Just shy of thirteen, I was the baby among the guys and I took much kidding from the older boys. When we would take breaks, waiting for the hay trailer to come back from loading the truck, talk would always center on girls, jacking off, and fucking. I got teased unmercifully by the older guys, mainly because I would blush when they talked about fucking girls and getting head and everything else you could think of. Everyone teased me except Raymond, One more than one occasion Raymond took up for me. I remember one occasion very well. For some unknown reason, while we were sitting waiting for the tractor and trailer to come back to the field from unloading at the truck, the talk turned to dick size. Everyone was laughing and joking about Raymond having the biggest dick and the rest of the guys were talking about theirs. Then they started in on me. "I bet Justin has to get a pair of tweezers to get it out to pee in the morning," David said. "Yeah, must hurt like hell having to pull it out like that," chimed Fred. I hung my head and blushed. It was quite an insult to take. Then, Raymond spoke up. "Well fuckers, shows what you know." "I been swimming with this dude and he has got all you guys beat." I looked up at Raymond and he was looking at me and grinning. Raymond took a lot of kidding from that remark. Things were said about how he probably looked and all. He just sat calmly and took it. Raymond didn't need to prove anything. He was the bigger than any of us and we all knew he could whip anyone's ass without even trying. I just looked at him, and into his eyes, and let my eyes and my thoughts say all that I couldn't say, didn't dare say, right then. A friendship that would last for some years was forged right then. How far that would go I couldn't imagine then. In the years before he left for college, Raymond would be my protector, my sometimes lover, and the source of my realizing who I really am. I would learn a lot from him, and how he knew all the things he taught me I will now never know. I owe him more than I can ever repay. Strange, that in a place as remote and tight assed as I grew up in someone can find hope, understanding, and love. Raymond would be my salvation. Raymond would help me discover my inner self.