DISCLAIMER: This is a series of stories about teenage boys in conflict over their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual encounters, mostly homosexual. If you aren't supposed to read this kind of material, stop now. The author retains copyright to this material.
"Levee"
"Why're you driving so far out here?" Billy Ray asked, looking back down the two miles of levee we'd crossed.
"Don't want anyone to come along and mooch any of our beer," I said, tensions making my mouth dry so I drained the end of a can of the Falstaff we'd just bought.
"Hell, we didn't drive his far down the levee when we gang banged that raunchy waitress from the barbecue place," Billy Ray said, looking back again. His hand went to his crotch and he rearranged things. His voice might have cracked just a bit in his attempt at nonchalance.
I hoped he knew why we were here.
"Time to pee," I said, stopping the car. I delayed getting my dick out until he was beside me on the river side. I let him see me pull my foreskin back before letting fly. He'd thought that was gross the first time he'd seen it, but we'd jacked off together the week before, and he'd taken it in hand while I did the same to him without any complaints about a little extra skin. We'd shot our rocks off in the garage beside his house, his arching in a squirt three feet out in front of us. mine had been more of an overflow, like lava spilling out of my cock head and down over his still pumping fist.
"That's some river."
"Yeah, wish I was on that barge down there, on my way to New Orleans."
"Or Memphis."
"Yeah, Memphis would be OK," I said, leaning back against the car, dick still hanging out, plumping up some now.
"So, you want to jack my dick," he asked, flopping his meat up and down looking back along the road. His prick was thick and veiny.
"I was thinking you might want to gobble mine," I said with bravado. I thought some gobbling might go on tonight, and I thought it might be me doing the gobbling.
"I think the big dick should get sucked." His was almost hard now. We both knew it was the bigger.
"I'll suck if you will," I said thickly, cutting to the core of the issue, bypassing minutes of sparring, knowing I sounded too eager, too willing.
"Well, I'd sure hate for anyone to find out about this." He looked back down the levee. We could see a car coming ten minutes before it got there. By then we'd have our pants back up and be sitting on the hood, tossing empties into the mighty Mississippi. I felt a twist in my gut when I realized the negotiations were over, we were just covering our tracks now.
"I ain't tellin'" I said, dick now hard.
"Well, me neither. How you want to do this?"
"Let's get in the car, and take our pants off." I'd thought of this all week. I wanted to hold his balls.
The interior light snapped me back to reality. This was my grandmother's car. Would she somehow smell or otherwise detect what we were about to do here? Billy Ray got in pulling down his pants. When he sat down his balls were swinging under his hard cock and I forgot about my grandmother.
"I'll suck for a minute, then you. OK?" I was somehow in charge here. He nodded, looking down at his dick as I was already bending over it. It was warm, and velvety smooth, yet almost instantaneously hard as blue steel. The glans swelled in my mouth as I wet it with spit. I swirled my tongue over it and let cock slide into my throat.
"Ohhh, yess!" He flexed his hips up to slide more cock into my now eager mouth.
This was the most wonderful thing I had ever done; it eclipsed playing with Jenny's titties at the drive-in. It eclipsed the furtive hand job she'd given me, quite reluctantly, later that night. I didn't want to stop when I felt the minute was up, but I didn't want to become Billy Ray's personal hot bitch cocksucker. Not yet. I pulled off with a slurp, spit out the car door and gulped half a beer.
"Not bad if you chase it with beer," I said, spitting again. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and scooted toward Billy Ray. He was ready, and soon I felt what he had felt; warm wetness, ecstasy. When he pulled my foreskin back with his lips, I was in heaven. He went over a minute.
I went down on him again, and shamelessly played with his balls, then I turned on the interior light so I could watch him swallow my entire rod. I choked as he forced his thick cock into my throat, and he laughed as I choked and puked up some of my beer. Then he got serious.
"My cousin and I do this. You've got to let me come in your mouth, it's fabulous."
Whoa! This is Billy Ray, strong side linebacker on the football team, my bench press mate, and best friend since third grade; he's been sucking cock with his cousin and hadn't let me in on it?
"I didn't know you had a cousin."
"Yeah! He lives in St. Louis, we go up there all the time. Well, at least once a year."
"So, who sucks who?"
"Well, he's older, and started showing me a couple years ago. We do each other."
"So, he comes in your mouth and you come in his?"
"No. I just come in his."
Uh oh. This was turning out the way I had feared.
"So, you gonna take my load?" I knew the answer to that one before it was out.
"No." He pumped his dick. It was big and it arched up toward his stomach. It had been big and plump; the head had been big, but it hadn't arched until now.
"I don't know."
"Yeah, you do." He pulled his pants all the way off, and hiked one foot up on the back of the seat. He faced me with his dick arching up to his belly, and his balls hanging down toward his asshole, which was exposed for me to see. I'd wanted some innocent playing around, I was getting the whole queer road. "Take me all the way, or I'll find someone else to play with. I'm not gonna just suck and not get my rocks. I didn't know you liked this stuff until tonight. But you do, and you might as well do it with me."
"What's it like?" I asked innocently.
"Salty, bitter. There isn't that much of it, and you can spit it out if you don't like it."
"Sounds like you know."
"Yeah. I know," Billy Ray said, coming down some. "I admit it. Ray Dean made me eat him, but he ate me too."
"Will you eat mine?"
"Not till you've eaten mine." He pumped some more.
"I won't swallow."
"No need. I'm gettin' close."
I leaned forward and took his cock, I could smell his asshole. I gagged as I played with his balls, pushing it in as far as I could. I bobbed fast, and then moved my hand up to squeeze and pump as I sucked. Within a minute he arched toward me and I tasted salty slimy come. I gagged and pulled back, as I did I saw his cock spurt jism into my hair and face. His hand was on the back of my head and it held me closer than I wanted as the next spasm sent another shot into my face. I jerked back forcefully and turned to the window, puking out cum, and spit, and beer. I opened the door and jumped out, retching and puking, pants around my ankles, bare assed in the dome light of my grandmother's car.
"It ain't that bad!" Billy Ray laughed from the car, squeezing his dick into his handkerchief and wiping his belly.
"Good, cause I got some for you," I said, noticing that my dick was still hard. I wiped off my face and stepped quickly back toward the car. I didn't want Billy Ray to chicken out. I got back in and closed the door.
"You close?" He asked, leaning over and taking my rod in his hand.
"Not too close. Want me to pump it up?"
"Yeah, my jaw is tired."
I pumped with my fist, watching him still inches from my cock. It didn't take but a minute. "OK, take it," I said, and he was on it. My climax was quick, and intense, and with the first spasm I could feel it in his mouth. He gagged once but stayed on it with fast bobbing on my cock head and half the shaft.
"Mmrmph?" He was asking if I was done. "Almost," I said, I could still taste his semen, I wanted him to taste mine.
"Ok."
He pulled off and turned quickly, spitting out the window. He gagged again, then took a long pull on his beer.
"Damn, you come a lot!" He exclaimed, spitting again.
"Suppose girls like that?" I asked, coming down from thinking it was such a great thing to do, still cleaning up.
"I don't think so. You hear guys talk about it, but I heard my father trying to get my mother to do it, and she wouldn't."
"No shit? How'd you hear that?"
"The windows was open, and I was half asleep when she said, 'I ain't suckin' that smelly thing!' It woke me up it was so loud. I guess dad was trying to stick it in her mouth or something."
"Queers like it, don't they?" I asked, then realized I'd just taken a load of another boy's sperm willingly into my mouth. I was reassured by the fact I'd gagged and spit it out."
"Yeah. I think Ray Dean might be a queer, he swallows it."
"Oh, gross!" I exclaimed, starting the car and turning on the levee. "You sure?"
"Oh yeah. He swallows. He's been trying to get me to do it, says it ain't the same if a guy blows you and spits your stuff out." Suddenly it was true confessions; it was like he couldn't hold it in. I was fascinated. "Say, where'd he learn all that shit?"
"I dunno. He lives in a tough part of town. There's some gang guys there, they might have ganged up on him. He never talks about how he got started. He talks about girls all the time, so maybe he ain't queer. I know one thing, he never misses a chance to show someone that big dingus of his. When I was little he was always whipping it out in front of me."
"How big is he?"
"Way bigger than me. I never measured it, but he says it's eight inches. I'm seven, so I believe it."
"I guess eight is a lot."
"You damn right it is, when you're lying on your back and he's on top of your face fucking it all the way in. You got to learn to breathe on the up strokes or you fucking choke. You better not ever tell anyone this, or I'll tell 'em how you sucked my cock and took a load of cum."
"Don't worry, I won't tell. Shit, I don't want anyone to know about this..."
It was late and we had to hurry back to town. I just ducked in under my midnight curfew.
"Jimmy, where have you been?" My mother asked, the same question every time I went out.
"Oh, out with the guys. You know driving around looking for girls."
"Which guys?"
"Billy Ray and them."
"He's a nice boy. Go to bed."
That nice boy and I were in his garage the next Saturday afternoon. We'd been mowing yards, it was hot, and we were sweating. We rolled our lawnmowers into his garage and he looked furtively down the street.
"let's go in the back." He led the way back into the storage shed behind the garage. This was where we'd jacked off a few times before.
I'd been hoping this would happen all day. I went willingly.
"You up for some fun?" He asked, pulling out his peter. It was semi hard and the head was swollen. Still, it hung down from his fly like a plump sausage.
"Maybe," I said, pulling mine out. It was similarly swollen.
"Maybe you ought to get on this," he said, squeezing his dick and making it stand up. It wasn't fully hard.
I wanted it it really bad. I dropped to my knees, and it hung in front of me, reeking of sweat and urine. I grabbed the shaft and pumped. He pushed it toward my face and I took the head into my mouth. Soon I was bobbing on it like I'd been thinking about every day since I did it last.
"Teeth!" Billy Ray whispered, pulling back as I knicked him with my back teeth. He held my head and pumped slowly into my mouth, the head now safely behind my teeth. I reached up and pulled his pants open and slid them down past his butt, then put both hands on his butt cheeks and pulled myself into him on the in strokes. Somehow it felt better to hold his ass, feel it pump into me. He was breathing heavier. I knew that burst of salty, bitter slime was coming, and I wanted it.
"Unnh!" He moaned quietly as he shot his load. After the moan he held his breath and there was no sound in the garage as his cock spasms squirted cum into the back of my throat, the swallow was automatic, I didn't even realize I had until later.
"Oh shit," he said, reaching back to steady himself as his knees nearly buckled. "Oh that was fine."
I had the whole thing in my mouth, milking the last dribbles, hands still on his ass. He stepped back and it slid out, soft but still plump like that sausage when we first started only five minutes before.
"You gonna go?" He asked abruptly, leaning around the door into the garage to see if anyone was in the yard. In his post climax he was becoming cautious.
"Yeah," I said thickly. It had just occurred to me that I'd swallowed. I stood up and began pumping my mostly soft cock.
"OK. Get it ready," he said. He sat on an old chair by the door.
I pumped for a couple minutes. The moment was way gone, but I wanted to get off too. Finally I got good and hard and felt the climax coming. "OK, take it." He bent quickly and got the first squirt as soon as it was in his mouth. It felt good, but it was over quickly and he was off it, spitting quietly in the corner. Now we both had cocksucker's remorse. We didn't say anything as we got our clothes straightened up and made sure neither of us had cum in our hair or on our face. We cleaned up the lawnmowers and went in for drink.
Parallel with the few weeks my dick sucking relationship with Billy Ray developed I got a girlfriend. I guess we were all in full adolescent bloom and the hormones raged. A girl in my English class, Shirley, agreed to go to the movies with me on a Friday night and I was pretty happy because I'd begun to think about Billy Ray's throbbing manhood way more than I thought was healthy and a girlfriend seemed to confirm my normality. We had a good time, went out to the teen hangout after the date and sat in our car talking and waving at the others who drove around the drive-in. She had to be home by eleven so at ten till we drove up in front of her house and I got a sweet kiss and a hug. Not bad for a first date I thought.
I drove back out to the A&W and there was Billy Ray's dad's truck parked to the side. I parked and joined a group of guys holding root beer mugs and standing around a car.
"Hey Bobby. Didja get any?" Someone called out as I walked up.
"I got a kiss," I said, trying to sound dejected. I was aware Shirley's reputation rode on what I said. I was a gentleman if not a lover.
"No stinkfinger?"
"No," I answered, taking a beer someone pulled out of the cooler in the back seat of the car. The mugs were just for show, all the guys had beers in their jacket pockets or on the ground beside the car.
"So?" Someone else asked, holding their hand up to their ear. I felt flattered that my so ordinary date was their excitement for a Friday night.
"Went to a movie, that's about it." I was not going to elaborate so the talk moved to the duck season due to start in a couple months. As the talk and attention moved away from me I relaxed a bit. A group of girls in a car went around the drive and we all looked that way. Billy Ray was leaning against the car with the beer and when he turned around to see I was aware of his jeans stretching tight over his dick, so tight I could see the head. I looked away and hoped the others thought my blush was from the beer. Billy Ray caught me looking and smirked.
"I'm gonna brush my dad's blind tomorrow, any of you hunters expecting to be shootin' out of it in November better help," Billy Ray said, looking at me.
"I'll help," I said quickly. Duck hunting was and remains a passion. Uncle Dub had a blind, but Billy Ray's was a good backup.
"Got a blind, brushed it last week," another said. There were no other blind brushers in the crowd. I hung around as late as I could but the group stayed intact intending to finish the beer. I had to be home at midnight. Billy Ray called in the morning and before ten we were riding in his truck out to the river.
"Get this thing done in a couple hours, we can roam around for awhile. Dad let me have the truck til three, then he's got to pick up some feed for the horses." That pretty much set the time frame, I was aware of a sexual tension. I was pretty sure there was going to be some dick stuff going on.
"Sounds good to me."
Billy Ray's blind was at the edge of the trees where the river widened with a deep pool. In September you could drive up to within a hundred yards and walk through the cypress and water oaks. By duck season the water would be up and we'd need a boat. Ducks coming down the Mississippi flyway fan out to the tributary rivers with their wider bottom land. Ducks could see that wide spot miles away and if a good set of decoys were there you could call them in from forever.
I cut the willows with a chain saw and drug the branches to the blind and cut smaller branches with long handled pruners. I handed them to Billy Ray on the blind and he nailed them in. You have to cut the branches while the leaves are still on, then they'll turn brown with all the other foliage but keep their leaves. If you wait until the leaves fall, the branches would be bare and not cover the blind. We worked steady until noon, then broke out peanut butter sandwiches and sat in the blind to eat and tell hunting stories.
"...and that old duck splashed in right by that tree over there." We both laughed, and then he changed tone, "Another time my cousin was down here. He doesn't hunt much because he lives in the city. He shot a merganser, goofy looking duck. You know, they eat fish. His dad made him clean it and eat it for supper. Stunk up the whole house."
"Ray Dean?"
"Yeah. He was more interested in showing me his dingus than shooting. Not what you'd call a sportsman."
I laughed and we ate our sandwiches in silence, finishing and stuffing the wrappers in the toolbox.
"Well, did you blow Ray Dean's whistle?"
"Yeah, I think it was the first time. He'd been after me to do it for a long time. He'd blown me a bunch of times. That time in the duck blind we were out here all morning and he wouldn't blow me until I did him. Finally I did it."
"First time, what was that like?"
Well, you know, kind of scary. He had me kneel down there on the floor. He pulled his pants down. I just licked it for awhile, you know." He kind of trailed off.
"Yeah." I was hard. He was stalling, we both knew we were going to do it.
"Blow me," he said finally, standing up and unsnapping his jeans before I could answer. His big dick flopped out, plump but not fully hard. I slid off the bench to my knees, too ready.
"Lick my balls first, to get me hard. Don't suck yet." Now he was giving instructions. He slid his pants down and I leaned in to lick his balls, it was a tight fit as his pants kept his legs together and his balls were under his dick between his legs. Hairy and sweaty, but I licked. "Wait a second." He sat down and unlaced his boots and pulled them off, then slid his jeans off and hung them on the blind, while I kneeled waiting. Then he put one foot up on the bench. His balls swung freely now, fully exposed. I didn't need instructions, I leaned in and took one gently into my mouth. His dick rose up the side of my cheek as it erected, I let the first drop out and went to the other nut. By the time I'd sucked it for a half a minute he was fully hard.
"OK," he said, putting his leg back down. I licked up the shaft and just at the top, as the head was sliding into my mouth I looked up at Billy Ray. Our eyes locked. I was his now, a slave to that big cock and he knew it. I went down the shaft and lodged the head in my throat, no gag. I pulled up and did it again, and again. God, I loved it. I slid down on it again, my face at his pubes and tried to relax my throat and get it all in. It was important to take it all. I wanted it all. He pushed gently, I took a breath just before the head rounded the corner down to my gullet and shut off my air, it went all in.
"Oh yeah," he said with a rush of exhaled breath. I had to pull it out to breathe, I caught some breath and slid it down again. I swallowed while it was down and the squeeze on his dick head got another sigh.
What followed was ten minutes of my swallowing his rod, then licking it, then sucking his balls, and finally a minute or so of bobbing to get his rocks. I had been his, now he was mine, to bring off however and at whatever moment I wanted. I bobbed, and held his nuts, and he exploded in my mouth. I was filled with cum, and I loved it. I swallowed the first couple shots quick, and then went down and let him finish up slower all the way in. I swallowed again while he was down, then let it slide out a little and slowly milked it with my lips. He softened and I milked some more, tasting cum the whole time. Finally I looked up and he was watching, I let a soft dick slide out of my mouth. He didn't suck me that day, didn't need to. I came in my pants.
The next week Shirley let me take her tits out; big white beauties in the moonlight. Soon after, she took my dick out and jacked me off at the drive-in. I shot spooge all over the front seat of the car after about twenty strokes. She was fascinated by the mess.
"Is that sperm?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. That's supposed to go in me?"
"I guess so. We can put a rubber on it," I suggested hopefully.
"Are most boys as big as you?"
"I think so."
Her enthusiasm was going to lead to my getting laid, I was sure of it. We went out every week and hung around with other couples during school. It seemed like being married, but I didn't care because I couldn't get enough of those big tits, and most dates ended up with a hand job. This went on for a couple months. Billy Ray talked a lot about getting laid, but he wasn't dating much and didn't have a regular girl. He made somae comments when we were alone about needing to get together, but the time never seemed to be right. I was eager, but not eager; conflicted. Then one weekend Shirley was out of town at a cheerleader convention and a bunch of us guys were hanging out at the root beer stand drinking beer.
"Let's go for a drive," Billy Ray whispered when we were alone.
"You want to taste some cum?" I retorted quickly. I wasn't going to swing on his rod with puppy eyes looking up while I took his sperm any more without him doing the same.
"Yeah," he said thickly. I looked down and saw his dick filling out the front of his jeans. Maybe Billy Ray was hooked on this queer stuff as much as me. We broke loose and went out to the levee again. We went even further down the road this time.
"Suck," I said as soon as he stopped the truck. I pulled out my soft dick, flopping it to get it up. He dropped down without hesitation and began slurping on my plumping dick. It felt really good to be the one looking down on his head bobbing in my lap, but he opened his fly and pulled out that big sausage I'd choked down a few times and I needed some.
"You want to sixty-nine?"
"Yeah, let's blow together," Billy Ray said, coming up long enough to shuck his pants and shorts. His dick was rock hard, putting to rest any concern I had that he had just seduced me to get a dick sucker for his bidding. No, Billy Ray needed to eat dick too. Billy Ray needed it bad.
We twisted around on the front seat of the truck, my head was beside the steering wheel while my butt was hanging off the front of the seat. Billy Ray rested on his right side eating my dick while his left foot rested on the window over my head. Looking up at his nuts flopping as he pumped into my mouth sent me over the edge. I ejaculated into Billy Ray's mouth, and he did the same for me. I swallowed, loving the taste and savoring the softening dick in my mouth.
"You ever tell anyone about this you're a dead man," he said, sitting up. He hadn't spit anything.
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, just don't."
I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the glove compartment and offered Billy Ray one. We pulled our pants on and got out and leaned against the side of the car and watched the Mississippi roll by. It was an awkward silence. I felt guilty for having just sucked another guy off, and was sure he felt the same way and would soon say something like he didn't ever want to do it again. I was wrong.
"You ever fuck a guy?" He asked.
"No."
"Want to?"
"I don't know." I was more surprised than anything. I hadn't much thought about cornholing a guy.
"I'll suck your dick again, to get it hard."
"Humn."
"My butthole's clean, I washed it just before we left."
"Humn."
"I'll suck your nuts first, like you did mine out at the river. That felt great."
It did.