Date: Tue, 9 Mar 1999 05:24:36 EST
From: Justin
Subject: TexasTails:Raymond (Part Two)

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boys.  If you object to such material or find it offensive then do not read
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Texas Tails: Raymond
Part Two
by
Justin Davis

As I said in part one of this story, Raymond and I became very close that
summer.  As the next few weeks passed the teasing from the other boys died
down a lot.  When one of the other guys would start to tease me Raymond would
just look at them with a glare and that was enough to put a stop to it.
Although he was but a few months older than the other guys, Raymond's physical
features were already more man-like than boy-like. He was by stronger by far
than any of us. 
His main purpose for working in the hay fields that summer was to build
himself up for football team, and as with all of us, lifting the hay bails did
begun to develop his body.  

Raymond and his family had lived in the community a little over a year. I knew
little about him, except that Chris, a friend of mine, lived near him and had
clued him in on the place at the river where we all went to swim. The fact
that we always swum naked, and sometimes engaged in circle jerks, had given me
more of an appreciation for Raymond's anatomy and ability to shoot loads of
cum than anything else.  

Raymond hadn't been far wrong in what he had said about my anatomy either.
With the exception of Raymond, I did have the biggest dick of anybody in the
group.  Although I had just a trace of hair around my pubic area I was a
little over six inches in length when I got hard and about four when not
erect.  By the time I graduated from high school I would have just a little
over eight.  

Whether it was the hormones that were surging through my body, or just the
sexual part of me awakening, I didn't know.  What I did know, though, was that
after those swim sessions, and for days afterward, I would get hard and beat
off thinking about them. I began to visualize holding Raymond's dick in my
hands, putting it in my mouth, and all kinds of other things.  So, for almost
a year my deepest darkest secrets had been focused on Raymond.

It was almost the end of June when we had about a week of rainy weather.  That
prevented us from cutting or bailing any hay and I was miserable.   There was
plenty of work to do around our place and my dad made sure I didn't sit idle,
but I wanted to be back in the hay fields because that meant I would be with
Raymond. 

I was surprised, about mid-week, when I came home from town with my dad, and
my mom said some kid named Raymond had called and that the number was on the
pad by the kitchen phone.  Hurriedly, I went to the kitchen and dialed the
number. Raymond answered.

"Hey man, what's going on?" he asked.

"Kinda slow around here," I replied.

"My dad has been letting me drive the old pickup.  You wanna go to the river
for a swim? I'll come by and get you," he said.

"Sure!" I replied.  "Let me check it out with my mom." 

It was cool with my folks so I told Raymond it was okay. He said he would pick
me up in about half and hour. Not content to just sit and wait, I said goodbye
to my parents and walked down the dirt road from the house to the highway and
waited by the mailbox for Raymond to pick me up.  

It was after one o'clock in the afternoon and the sun, which had already
burned through the clouds, was beginning to bake off the moisture from the
three days of rain we had had.   As I stood there waiting, I thought about how
it would only be a couple of more days and things would be dry enough again to
start bailing hay.  That meant I would have some more money to spend.  As I
was going over in my mind the ways I was going to spend it the sound of the
old green pickup brought me back to reality. Without a doubt, the old truck
needed a new muffler, and from the light blue wisps of smoke, probably a ring
job or a gasket or two.  Raymond pulled the truck over and stopped.  He was
grinning from ear to ear.  

"Come on man, hop in!" he said.

The door creaked a little as I opened it and again as I hopped in the seat and
slammed it behind me.  I looked at Raymond and he was still grinning.

"Yeah, I know, it is a piece of shit," he said.  "But it's mine," he added.  

I laughed.  He had me there. It was more truck than I was going to have for
awhile.

"Well, it ain't that bad," I replied.

Raymond started the truck down the highway toward the river and on the way
there he talked excitedly about how he was going to fix up the truck with the
money he was making from his job loading and hauling hay. I volunteered to
help him and we talked about some of the things we could do to fix up the old
truck. The fact that neither one of us had a driver's license didn't even
enter into the conversation.  In rural areas, driving around on ranch roads, a
license is not that big of an issue.  I had been driving my dad's truck since
I was ten.

It wasn't long until we got to the river and drove up the dirt road that led
to the spot where us guys usually went swimming.  Right away I noticed that no
one else was around.  That was cool.  It would just be Raymond and me. In
fact, it would be the first time that he and I had ever gotten together to do
anything when it was just him and me.     
Raymond pulled the truck under the shade of one of the water oaks and we got
out and walked down to the river.

The swimming hole, as we referred to it, was not really a hole at all.  It was
a place where the slowly moving current of the river had decided to deposit
lots of sand.  This had the effect of creating a sand bar about a hundred or
so feet in length ,and about twenty or so in width,
from which you could walk out into or jump into the water.

When we got to the sand Raymond and I quickly took off our boots and
began to strip.  I tried not to be too obvious as I watched Raymond, finally
down to his white boxers, pull them down and let them fall to his ankles. His
dick swung a little as he stepped out of them.  I felt my own dick twitch at
the sight. 

Hurriedly, before I could start to get an erection, I peeled off my boxers and
ran and jumped in the water.  The water was cold, and the shock of it made me
forget, for a time, the sensations that had started to creep into my groin.
Raymond followed suit, diving in right behind me.     

We cavorted and played for what must have been and hour; each of us taking
turns swinging from the rope which was tied to one of the branches of a big
oak tree.  We would swing out like Tarzan and let go  of the rope when we were
out over the water. This had the effect of allowing us to flip, or spin, or
summersault before we hit the water. 

Now, as then, I have a problem with getting water trapped in my ears.  It
wasn't long, therefore, before I stayed in the water and paddled around while
watching Raymond continue to swing from the rope and do his acrobatics and
fall into the water. The feelings that the coolness of the water had taken
away began to creep back.

>From the water, looking back toward the bank, I would watch Raymond climb up
the tree branch to the rope, grab hold, and swing out, his wet body glistening
in the sunlight as he swung out and let go.  My eyes began to take in each and
every part of him.   

I watched his dick swing wildly and flop as he would let go of the rope.  I
stared at the muscles of his stomach that rippled as he climbed the branch to
the rope.  My eyes could not help but be captivated by the firm cheeks of his
buttocks that would bounce a little as he walked away from me out of the water
and headed back toward the tree again.
I got an erection.  

Raymond urged me on several times to come join him again.  Using my ears as an
excuse, I remained in the water, hiding the fact that I had a raging hard on.
What was I going to do?    I decided that if I timed it just right I could get
out of the water and make it to the sand and lie down on my stomach before
Raymond could start back to shore from one of his drops into the water.  I
waited for him to swing out, and while he was on his way down, quickly got out
of the water,  ran to the sand bar, and laid face down on the sand, my hard
dick hidden safely under me. 

Raymond swung on the rope a few more times and eventually came and laid down
beside me on his back.  Oh God, I thought, I was having a difficult enough
time dealing with looking at him from a distance.  Now he wasn't a foot away
from me.  I lay on my stomach with my head turned away from him so I couldn't
see him. I was afraid to look at him.  I was still hard.  

We made small talk for awhile, about his truck, about when we would probably
start loading hay again, and about stuff in general.  The distraction helped
and my dick got soft enough where I felt comfortable enough to roll over on my
back.  

"Geez Jus, you got sand all over your front," Raymond said looking at me.

"Yeah, guess so," I replied as I looked over at him and my eyes met his.
Raymond was grinning at me. I started to brush the sand off my stomach, my
pubes and my legs.  What happened next was both a shock and a dream come true
at the same time.  Raymond rolled over on his side and reached out and began
to help me brush off the sand.  My body reacted with a jerk at his touch.
Raymond drew his hand back.

"Shit man, I'm sorry," he said. "I was just trying to help you."

"It's okay," I said as I continued to brush the sand off of me.

"You just don't understand." Shit, I couldn't believe I had said those words.

Raymond laid back down and put his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, I think I do understand you man," he said as he lay back with his eyes
closed against the sun's glare.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked as I continued to brush the sand off of my
front.

"Justin, do you like me?" he asked.

"Sure I like you man, you're a neat guy," I said as I looked over at him.

"Well, how about my body?" he asked.  "Do you like my body?"

"It's okay," I said.

I could not believe what a stupid answer I had given. Raymond was drop-dead
fucking perfect in every way.  I wanted to dive on top of him, feel him, rest
my head on his shoulders.  I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that he
was beautiful.  

"I mean you don't think its weird or anything that I like your body do you?'
he asked me. 

I just sat stunned for a second.  The thought had never crossed my mind that
Raymond would like the way I looked. I was just shy of thirteen.  He was
almost sixteen.  I just figured I must have looked like a dork to him.  That
is what I thought I looked like.

"Naw, I don't think its weird," I replied.  "I like your body too, really," I
said as I lay on my back and looked over at him.  Raymond smiled.

"What do you really think about me Jus?" he asked.

My heart was pounding in my chest as if it was going to explode.  I couldn't
hold it back.  I just couldn't.  For better or worse I had to let it go.

"You are one fucking hot dude. I think you are the fucking hottest guy
anywhere around," I blurted out.

He smiled, and as my eyes met his, he looked down into me.

"Justin, can I hold you?" he asked.  "You won't think I queer or nothing will
you?"  He had said the words so softly that it was almost a whisper. 

Could he hold me?   Shit yes he could.  I knew then and there what was gonna
happen.  I just didn't know how good it was all going to be.  I don't think
Raymond did either.  I looked at his eyes and down at his cock.  He was hard.
I then realized I was too.  I had been so absorbed in our conversation that I
had forgotten my dick often had a mind of its own.

"No, I won't think you are a fag," I said.

Raymond reached over and pulled me toward him and held me tight in his arms.
He shivered a little as our bodies met, my hard dick pressing into his stomach
and his pressing into mine.  I think at that instant, if we could have, we
would have blended our bodies into one.