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Texas Tails: Roy and John By Justin Davis
Although I have briefly mentioned Roy in at least one of my "Texas Tails" stories and John in others, I have never actually written down in words the details of my relationship with either of them. Partly, I guess, because both were strange relationships. My relationship with Roy would last until I finished my sophomore year at the nearby community college and moved out of town to attend a university. My relationship with John would last from the time he was eleven, and I was thirteen, until he graduated from high school. What follows is a true account of my relationship with both of them.
"Roy"
Roy was one grade behind me in school. I actually never met up with him until I was finishing my ninth grade year and he was finishing his eighth. In those days, high school was grades ten through twelve and ninth grade was on a separate campus.
I don't really remember when I first met Roy. It was so long ago. If I had to guess, it was probably when I was riding my bike in the part of town in which he lived.
I was taken immediately with his lanky frame. I still love those today, and his black, curly, hair and deep, emerald green eyes. His deep olive complexion and facial features made him quiet handsome. In my life, he has been a singular male specimen not repeated, sadly.
I don't think Roy's parents ever worked. At least as far as I knew they didn't. I remember them being old. Of course, when you are fourteen most adults look old. However, in retrospect, I would say that Roy's parent's were probably in their mid to late fifties. Since Roy had an older sister, Betty, that was thirty, I would say that Roy was probably not a planned child, since his parents would have been in their forties at the time he was born.
Roy lived with his mom and dad in a "shotgun" rent house in a less desirable part of the neighborhood area. For those who don't know the term, a "shotgun house" is a straight front to back structure. The term "shotgun" comes from the fact that a shot gun fired off could blow its devastation from the front of the house to the back. As I remember, it was one of about six identical houses of that type that someone had built as rent houses.
As I said earlier, I don't remember the details of our first meeting. However, I do remember that Roy and I began to ride our bikes together often. One day, as I remember it was in the month of November, we were riding bikes, and with Roy close behind, I headed off down a narrow dirt trail that went through some woods toward a creek than ran through them.
When we got to the creek, Roy seemed surprised that it was even there. I proceeded to tell him that there were parts of the creek upstream where the water was deep enough to splash around and that during the summer months I would sometimes go there to cool off.
As I remember, he asked me if I went "skinny dipping" when I did that and I replied that I did. Roy thought that was cool and related to me how there was a spot at the river where he went skinny dipping every now and then. Then, I remember saying something to the effect that we would have to do that together when summer came if he didn't mind being round another boy naked.
Roy said that wouldn't bother him at all, since everyone showered in PE anyway, and that he had swum naked with his cousin lots of times. I asked him who his cousin was, and when Roy told me I knew who the boy was. In fact, he was a junior in high school and I had heard that he had a big dick. So, I asked Roy if that was true and he said yes. More than that, he said that he knew because he and his cousin had jerked off together several times.
At this point, I must digress and point out that I had been sexually active with other boys since I was seven. My first sexual experience pretty much forms the basis of a fictitious story, "The Feel Good Game," which I wrote not long ago. Also, at the time I first met Roy I had not even met Allen, something that would happen that coming spring.
My sexual relationship with Allen was positively my first "true" homosexual relationship in every since of the term. All of the other boys that I had sexual experiences with during my high school years, with two exceptions, did not reciprocate getting their dicks sucked. The two exceptions were Roy and John.
Anyway, immediately the idea that Roy had jerked off with his cousin appealed to me and right out I asked him if he felt like jerking off together. He answered yes. So, we laid down our bikes, unzipped our jeans, pulled them and our underwear down to our knees, and we began to wank.
I remember being both pleased and surprised when I saw Roy's uncut dick, black curly pubes, and low-hanging balls. In fact, I am sure my relationship with Roy is what gave me the love for "love-hangers" that I still have today.
Hard, Roy's dick looked every bit as big as mine did then, about six inches, and when we compared that was indeed the case.
"Can you shoot cum?" I asked, a stupid question since he had pubes.
"Yeah. Can you?" Roy asked, again a stupid question since I also had pubes.
"Yeah," I replied, as we both slowly wanked our hard dicks.
I don't remember how long it took us to cum. I do remember Roy grunted and shot his load first and I was impressed with the quantity. That, and the instant thought of sucking him off and swallowing his load, sent me over the edge right behind him, and, as Roy had done, I shot my load on the forest floor by the creek bank.
It was about a week later that I stopped by Roy's house and we went bike riding together for awhile. Then, I asked him if he wanted to go to my house and play some games or watch television or something. He agreed.
My mom was at work and my brother and sister were playing with some kids down the street so we pretty much had the house to ourselves. I remember we played a couple of games of Sorry and Roy got bored with it and wanted to know if I had any more games. He didn't like any of the choices and more or less indicated that he probably should go home. That is when I suggested we play strip poker and he thought that would be a neat idea. So, I locked the door to my bedroom and got out the cards.
The details of the game are unimportant. What is important is that I won, Roy being naked and me with my underwear and socks remaining. I suggested we jerk off again. Roy agreed. However, this time I suggested we take turns jerking each other off for awhile. Roy readily agreed and we took turns. Roy lay back with his head on the pillow and I wanked his dick for him awhile. Then, we swapped places and he did the same for me. We finished up by wanking our own dicks until we both shot our loads.
For the remainder of the school year, that is pretty much as far as things got. About a third of the time Roy and I were together we would jerk off together, sometimes taking turns jerking the other guy off until he shot his load. Things would progress further that summer.
It was a few weeks after school was out when I went by Roy's house and we both were soon riding bikes together again. It was hot that day and I asked Roy if he wanted to go for a swim in the creek. He thought it was a great idea.
Once we got to the creek, we stashed our bikes in some bushes and Roy followed upstream to the place where I usually splashed around in the water. Sure enough, after we had stripped naked and gotten in we discovered the water was about waist deep at its deepest point.
For about forty-five minutes or so, we alternately sat on the creek bank and splashed around in the water. As I remember, I brought up the topic of Roy's cousin and asked him if they had ever done anything else but jerk off. He said no and asked me what it was I was wondering if they had done.
"Well, I was, uh, wondering if you guys had ever sucked each other off or stuff," I replied, then waited for his reaction.
"Nah! He wouldn't do that. You ever done that?" he asked.
Well, the moment had arrived. It was either now or later. I was horny. I decided now was better than later.
"Yeah. I've sucked a dick before," I replied, and again awaited his reaction.
"You have! Whose?" Roy exclaimed.
"Uh, some guy you wouldn't know," I lied.
"Wow! I can't believe you would suck a guy's dick."
"I kind of like it," I replied, hoping against hope he would have a favorable reaction to my statement.
"Would you suck mine?" Roy asked.
"Yeah, but you'd have to do mine some," I replied, upping the ante.
"No way! I ain't gonna suck some guy off and have him cum in my mouth!" Roy exclaimed.
"I won't cum in your mouth. You just gotta suck me some. You can cum in my mouth if you want and then just jerk me off," I replied, making the proposition more attractive.
Roy sat silent for a moment looking at me.
"Yeah, okay. But, I ain't gonna do it long," he replied.
"Okay, you do me first, then I'll do you," I replied, and stood up so Roy could suck my already half-hard dick.
At this point, let me say that I am certain of two things. One, Roy had never sucked a dick before, and two, I am positive my dick is the only one he has ever sucked since.
I looked down and watched as Roy got on his knees, took hold of my dick, and put it in his mouth.
"Ouch! Watch the teeth!" I exclaimed.
With a little coaching from me, Roy got the hang of it and was soon bobbing his mouth up and down on my dick.
"You better stop! I'm gonna cum soon!" I said, and Roy quickly took his mouth off my dick.
I was both pleased and amused to see, as I got down on my knees in front of him to return the favor, that Roy's cock was rock hard. That told me that sucking my dick didn't repulse him and that we were probably going to be doing this again.
I gave Roy the best blow job I knew how to give that day. He moaned and groaned like crazy as I bobbed my mouth up and down on his dick, and gasped almost every time I buried my nose in his pubes, his cock going down my throat.
Needless to say, it wasn't long before Roy warned me he was going to cum, although I already knew that he was because his dick was getting even harder in my mouth and he was leaking pre-cum like crazy.
Soon, he cried out and my mouth was full of his sperm, which I quickly swallowed, making a mental note of the strong taste. Two more times he filled my mouth with sperm before there was nothing but little squirts then dribbles.
Afterward, Roy jerked me off until I shot my own load and then we put on our clothes, went back to our bikes, and then rode home.
From then on, Roy would be a regular, and a little over a week later the two of us were on the bed in my bedroom doing a sixty-nine. It was Roy's first time to do that little number and he was on top. I loved being on the bottom when we did a sixty-nine because I could look up at Roy's low-hangers swinging back and forth when he fucked my mouth.
I think I have written, in a couple of "Texas Tails" stories, that from the first time I got fucked in the butt by Raymond, until I got to college, that I wouldn't get fucked again. As I thought about this story I realized I was mistaken. Once, and only once, Roy fucked me.
I think it was a couple of years after I had met him, I would have been sixteen and he would have been fifteen, that the subject came up and I told him what a bad experience I had had.
Roy said he had never put his dick in anyone's butt before and he wanted to see what it was like. Also, he added that he had some real slick stuff that he jerked off with that he could use if I would let him put his dick in my butt. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy about the idea but was interested in finding out what the stuff was he jerked off with. So, I told him I'd think about it.
A few days later, Roy showed up at the door and said he had the stuff with him. Again I was alone in the house and again we wound up in my bedroom naked on the bed and sucking each other off.
After awhile, I brought up the subject of the stuff he had brought and Roy got off of the bed and pulled a tube of glycerin and rose water lotion out of his jeans pocket and handed it to me. I tried some on my own hard dick and it did indeed slick things up and it felt great.
"Can I try putting my dick in your butt?" Roy asked.
"Uh, I don't really think I wanna do that," I replied, shaking my head.
"I'll be careful and go slow. If it starts hurting I'll stop."
I don't know why I agreed to do it. Soon I was lying on the bed on my stomach and Roy was slicking up his dick. Then, he was hovering over me and I felt the head of his dick touch my hole, then, the pressure.
True to his word, Roy went slowly and it really didn't hurt because he would stop when I would tell him to and let me adjust. Then, I would tell him it was okay and he would put more in. Finally, Roy's pubes were on my butt cheeks and I knew he had his entire dick in me.
"Can I fuck you?" Roy asked.
"Uh, yeah I guess so. But, do it easy," I replied, still trying to adjust to my butt being full of his dick.
It really didn't hurt much when Roy began to fuck me, and then it didn't hurt at all. Like he said he would, he went slowly and it didn't take him long to cum. In fact, it probably wasn't even three or four minutes before he moaned and I felt the warmth of his sperm flowing into my butt.
Afterward, we both took a shower, Roy had gotten a little shit on his dick, and I took one to clean the lotion off of mine and clean my butt. Afterward, Roy sucked me some and then we got into a sixty-nine position, with him on top, and he jerked me off until I shot my load while he fucked my face.
In terms of the types of sexual activity the two of us would have together, doing a sixty-nine, with Roy jerking me off, was about as advanced as it ever got. More often than not, Roy would get off by straddling my shoulders and fucking my face, his low-hangers bouncing back and forth on my chin. In a way, it was my favorite way for him to cum, since the head of Roy's dick became extremely sensitive when he shot his load. So sometimes, when he did shoot his load, I would make sure I concentrated just on the head of his dick and sucked it real hard to milk out the last drops of cum. When I did that, he would moan and his whole body would tremble with each suck. Then, he would yelp loudly and quickly take his dick out of my mouth.
Once my relationship with Allen started up, I didn't fool around with Roy that often. In a sense, he was like a substitute when Allen and I couldn't get together and I was horny for some dick to suck. In those situations, I could almost always count on Roy to come through. I even sucked him off a couple of times in the community college parking lot, gobbling down that big load of his, before we left for home.
The last time Roy and I fooled around it was in the woods behind his new house, the family had moved to the country, and it was a week before I left home for the university.
That day, I gave Roy a blow job. Then, he sucked me off awhile, making me promise not to cum in his mouth, which is something I always found strange both then and now because I leak pre-cum like a faucet and he had to have been swallowing that every time he ever sucked me. As usual, Roy jerked me off until I shot my load.
I never saw Roy again after that day. I made several attempts to get together with him when I came home for the holidays the first year I was away. However, it just never worked out where we could get together. Then, that first summer I was back home, I heard from a friend of Roy's that he had gotten engaged and was going to get married that August, which I found interesting because I had never known him to ever have a date with a girl. That Fall, I went back to the university and never attempted to contact Roy again.
"John"
In reality, I met John a little over a year before I met Roy. For a short time, we lived in another part of town and John was a member of the gang of boys I ran around with in that particular neighborhood. John was eleven at the time, as were many of the boys. I had just turned thirteen, and was the second oldest in the group.
John was a good-looking kid. He had Native American blood in him and his skin was a deep olive color that turned dark brown in the summer. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a wonderful laugh, and his parents were fairly well off. In fact, the whole neighborhood was more upscale than not.
There was a boy in the group named Jerry that I had given a blow job to when we had been jerking off together. To my knowledge, he is the only one that ever told on me. Naturally, the fact that he moved out of town soon after caused me to breathe a sigh of relief. However, I knew he had told because one night when we were camping out in another boy's back yard two of them, one of which was John, tried to get me to blow them. I refused and told them they were crazy.
On another night, weeks later, when we were playing our military version of hide and seek, I rushed into an old shed behind one of the neighborhood houses to hide and ran smack dab into John, who was already in the shed hiding. It was dark and I could barely see him but I knew his voice.
"I already got this place." John said, irked that I was trying to horn in on his spot.
"Okay, I'll get outta here," I replied, and turned to head out.
"Wait! Is it true that you sucked Jerry's dick?" John asked.
"No! He's a liar!" I replied. "Why?" I then asked.
"Cause, if it was true I was gonna let you suck mine." John said.
Now there was a dilemma if there ever was one. A brand new dick to suck right then and there. However, if I did it I would be admitting that I had indeed sucked Jerry's cock.
"You really want me to suck your dick?" I asked.
"Yeah, like you did Jerry's!" John replied.
"I didn't suck Jerry's. But, I like you. If you want, I'll suck yah!" I said.
Well, that was the first time. John pulled down his shorts, revealing a hard, less than four-inch, circumcised, penis ready for the sucking. I obliged for a bit and he cooed like a dove. Then, to pull him in deeper, and so as to give myself some protection in case he decided to tell, I got him into a sixty-nine position and made him wank my cock while I sucked him some more. That was the beginning of a relationship that would last until he graduated from high school.
John and I fooled around a couple of more times before we moved out of the neighborhood into another rent house across town and school started. I didn't see him all that school year but jerked off a lot thinking about him.
The following summer, I ran into him at the movie theater one day and we wound up riding our bikes to the creek and I gave him a blow job and he jerked me off. He still had a little boy dick at age twelve, no pubes, no cum. But, his orgasms were intense as hell and his dick would throb in my mouth as he had his dry cum. The two other times we got together that summer we pretty much did the same thing.
That Fall, I entered the 11th grade and John entered the 9th. However, at that time 9th grade was at another campus. So, I didn't see John most of the school year, although we did get together once during the Christmas break and I sucked him off and he wanked me.
That spring, during Spring Break, Jerry and his family came back to town for a visit. Jerry's grandmother, who was one of the people they were visiting, lived right next door to me. Jerry and I wound up wanking together twice while they were staying there. Jerry, who was now fourteen, the same age as John, had hit puberty and had a nice, cut, five-inch penis and could blow a nice load.
Jerry and John had been best buds in the old neighborhood and somehow, I don't remember how, he and I got to talking and he asked me a bunch of questions about John and I let it slip that John and I had been fooling around. I do know that Jerry did get together with John before they left town.
That spring, I had turned sixteen and had gotten my driver's license, John was finishing 9th grade, and I was finishing the eleventh, and on a whim I gave him a call.
I went by and picked John up and we went riding. Eventually, I asked him if he wanted to get sucked off. Naturally, as I knew he would, he said yes. So, I took us to a private road I knew about, and about died when he shucked down his jeans and boxers. In less than a year's time, John didn't have a little boy cock anymore. No, what I was staring at was a nice, cut, six-inch piece of meat and walnut sized balls jutting out from a bush of dark pubes. If I could have I would have squealed with delight.
I sucked him off that day while he sat on the car seat and he blew the sweetest load of cum into my mouth I had ever tasted. As a matter of fact, to this day, I will say that John had one of the most beautiful, suckable, dicks, with the best tasting cum, of almost all the guys who have ever put their dicks in my mouth.
At the beginning of the summer, we got together again, this time behind the locked door of my bedroom, both of us naked and lying sideways on the bed, me sucking him and him wanking my dick.
"Suck me too!" I said.
"You won't tell anybody will you?" John replied.
"No! I promise!" I responded.
"I don't know how!" John replied.
"Just do to me what I do to you and watch the teeth!" I replied.
We sucked each other in the position for awhile, then, I had John get on top and we did a sixty-nine for awhile. As far as sucking cock goes, John was a natural. Yet, if Roy was afraid of me cumming in his mouth, John was almost apoplectic about it. I had to swear an oath that I wouldn't cum in his mouth in order to get him to suck me.
In fact, that summer there were a couple of times, just for a joke, that when he was sucking my dick I would moan, "Oh I'm gonna cum," and he would pull his mouth of my dick so quick it was like it had just turned into a rattle snake. Naturally, I would laugh.
Sometimes, when John spent the night; I sucked him off, drinking down that wonderful tasting cum load of his like it was honey. In turn, he would suck me off until I was about to cum, swallowing God only knows how much of my pre-cum, then wank me while I blew my load. Go figure!
The following year, John was in tenth grade and I was a senior and we were both on the same campus. I sucked him in the empty and dark auditorium twice and another time in a closet behind the stage while his class was meeting in the auditorium and electing class officers. Was John in the running? I never knew. He was getting his dick sucked at the time.
I sucked him off on dark country roads, at his house, when no one was around, at my house, under the same circumstances, and he sucked my cock, which by that time over seven inches long. Always, he would pull his mouth off quickly if he even thought I was about to cum.
Oh, I could have been an ass and blown my load in both Roy's and John's mouths. But, both were so horrified of the prospect that I would have lost all that good boy sex if I had done that. No, I was honor bound to abide by their wishes and would probably do the same thing today, if I had it to do all over again. My sexual relationship with John came to an end after he graduated from high school in a rather dramatic way.
It was the first summer I was home from the university and I ran into John again. He was by himself, not with his usual circle of friends, one of whom was even hotter looking than John was, and I broached the subject of us getting it on again.
"I don't do that shit anymore!" John replied.
Needless to say, I was stunned.
"Uh, why not?" I asked.
"I only did it cause you made me do it!" John replied.
"Made you do it!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, I was afraid you would tell on me!" John replied.
"Tell on you? Who the fuck was I gonna tell?" I asked.
"Well, anyway, I don't do that stuff anymore," John replied.
"You sucked my dick like there was no tomorrow! All I had to do was call you up and we'd be naked and fooling around. I never ever said I would tell anybody about anything!" I exclaimed.
"I didn't like it!" John replied.
"Didn't like it! Fuck! There were times I wouldn't even have my pants all the way off and I wasn't even hard and you'd be sucking my dick!" I exclaimed.
"Well, I didn't really like it!" John replied.
I burst out laughing, for if ever there was a lie told on this earth that was it. I was on the receiving end too many times.
"I don't see what's so funny. I don't do that shit anymore like I said," John replied, and turned and started to walk away.
"Fine, it's just as well. I'm sorry you're so fucked up in the head," I hollered after him in disgust, then turned my back on him and walked away.
I will never forget that moment or his words. I will never believe for a moment that the fear that I was going to tell anyone prompted John to suck my cock as good as he did, or learn all I had showed him about sucking cock, or be "hot to go" at any given point in time. If I had told, I would have been outing myself at the time.
No, I think, like so many, John was burying a realization that he really loved doing what we did and it was his way of coping with it, something that would not be unusual for someone growing up in a small, conservative, Texas town.
That was the last time I ever talked to John, although I did see him in the crowd with a date when his university was playing mine in a football game. The girl that was with him was very attractive, and naturally, John had only gotten better looking. John didn't see me that day and I didn't even let on I had seen him. In fact, I sneered with disgust when I saw him.
Over the years, I guess if there is some satisfaction that I have in my relationships, with either Roy or John, it is the fun that we had and the fact that I was the lover for either before females ever seriously entered the picture. I will always remember both of them fondly.
The End