The Queer Road
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction about teenaged boys confused over their sexuality. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most of it homosexual. If you aren't allowed to read such material, stop now. The author retains copyright.
Levee II
In the Spring of my senior year in high school my life got suddenly more complicated. My girlfriend Shirley went off to a state cheerleading competition and while she was gone Billy Ray Jenkins, my best friend since third grade asked me to cornhole him. We'd messed around some; jacking off, pumping each other's dicks, and some sucking. Though I'd had some misgivings about my jack off fantasies becoming more about veiny pulsating dicks than about Shirley's big white tits, it was possible to suppress the misgivings by rationalizing that we were just doing what boys do until we could get some real pussy. We'd sucked each other off in the front seat of his father's truck, and then he'd pitched me on fucking him. He'd been telling me bits and pieces about things he and his cousin had done, now he admitted that his cousin had sucked him, then persuaded him to suck, and finally cornholed him. He liked it.
"Hmm," I'd said, pondering.
Then he proposed to lick my balls and suck me to get me hard again. He did, and when he pulled his pants off and kneeled head down on the seat of the truck his soft white butt cheeks looked too good. He spit on his hand and worked it into his ass, and I mounted him. He guided my still wet sloppy dick to his anus and told me to push, his ass just opened up and took my dick, and once in it felt so good I fucked him with gusto. My climax was so intense I collapsed over his back and just lay there for a minute until my way too happily satisfied cock plopped out of his stretched out butt hole. We didn't talk all the way home, and I didn't see him until later in the week at school. I felt guilty.
Shirley had an adventure too. Someone brought peach brandy on the cheerleader trip and three of the cheerleaders, including Shirley, jumped into the motel pool without their swim suits. The cops were called, but an alert chaperone whisked the girls away before they got there, so there was scandal but no prosecution. By school on Monday everyone in town knew all about the "naked splash." What her poor suffering parents endured as notoriety, Shirley enjoyed as celebrity. She was in a dead heat for valedictorian, and already accepted to a prestigious university with an academic scholarship. She'd been the shy bookworm type, though I knew she liked to make out, and she'd had an increasing interest in my dick and what she could do with it. Now we were surrounded by friends and well wishers at lunch, and she flirted with the many boys who came by to engage in thinly veiled salacious talk of Lady Godiva, "swim meets" and her plans for the weekend. She was grounded of course, no dates, no calls, no visitors. But that passed.
"Bring some rubbers," she whispered to me in the hall at school on the day her parents relented and let her go to the movies with me on a Friday night.
"Dog fashion is best for the first time," she said as we pulled away from the movie theater. Shirley always did her homework. She'd been told, or read somewhere that the extra control I'd have by not having my weight on her would allow me to penetrate her slowly.
My dick was hard all the way out to the levee, and when I stopped the car she was out of her dress in no time, and after a long French kiss, those big tits were all over my face, and then the butt cheeks were out when she scooted down the seat and pulled off her panties. My hands and lips went to tits then hands to butt and then the pussy was open to admire in the moonlight, Shirley leaning against the door with her legs spread, big smile on her face; tonight was the night! I rubbed it, fingered it, and kissed it.
"Stick it in," she panted, breathless with passion. She got on her knees and aimed that big round white ass in my direction.
Head down, ass up, soft white in the moonlight, I sheathed my cock and prepared to mount her. Then I got a flashback of Billy Ray, head down and ass up in the moonlight. Her butt cheeks were wider and her asshole was about the same height with a very similar butt sweat smell, though a pussy smell was stronger. She was softer and smoother, and decidedly less muscular. I hesitated.
"Can't get the rubber on?"
"Just makin' sure."
"Do I put it in?"
"I can." I pushed against her and then bent my knees to put my dick at pussy level instead of asshole level. She was sloppy wet from being rubbed and kissed and fingered and my average sized dick slid right in. I pulled her back to me and we road into the night together. Oh my was it good.
The last month of school included prom, after which Shirley shucked her dress before we were out of town and we lined up with a half a dozen other cars along the levee, rocking along with the thrusts of oversexed teenaged boys pumping into girls who had decided, either that night or previously, to be done with virginity. We told her parents we were at an all night party, and that was true. Her parents were so grateful when she came home alive and sober they didn't question anything else. She'd learned to climax sitting on my dick and rubbing her pussy. I climaxed three times, she must have spasmed off twenty times. Then she broke up with me.
"Jimmy, you know you'll always be my first love." She said, sitting in her driveway as the sun came up.
"And you mine.
"But, I'm off to summer orientation in a couple weeks, and well, it's best if we're just friends for awhile."
"Just like that?"
"Well, Mavis and Maedean are breaking up with Corky and Ben. We decided last week it's best for us all to see some other people. We have our whole lives ahead of us."
She gave me a big kiss, I tasted dick and pussy; an odd combination. Then she handed me my high school ring and ran into the house.
Billy Ray joined the Navy and was scheduled to go to basic training the day after high school graduation. He'd been giving me the eye at school but I'd avoided him.
We had a bridge dance the night of our graduation. We all drove out to a rural bridge and listened to music on car radios and danced and drank beer on the bridge. I went out alone to say goodbye to my friends, feeling like the whole town was off to an adventure and I wasn't.
"Got any beer?" I asked Billy Ray, who was standing alone at the railing looking down into the muddy drainage canal below.
"Got some bourbon."
"That'll do." I sidled up to him and we turned around and leaned against the bridge railing and watched the couples dance. He handed me a half pint flask and I took a pull.
"So I hear you're a single man again."
"Looks like I always was."
"Women are weird."
"True."
"Suck me off," he said as we coasted to a halt. We'd had our dicks out the whole way down the levee and he was fully hard.
"Let's go outside," I said.
We got out, and by the time I got around to the driver's side he'd kicked off his shoes and was pulling off his pants and jockey shorts. He tossed them into the open window and put his right foot up on the running board of his dad's truck. He knew what I wanted. I kneeled and his nuts and that big veiny dick were right at suck level. I dived in, ball sweat and pubic hair and that hot crotch smell driving me almost to climax. I sucked his nuts, then choked on that big stallion cock until he came in my mouth.
"Don't swallow it all," he whispered as I milked his deflating prick. He pulled it out and opened the truck door.
"What?" I mumbled, kneeling on the ground, mouth full of spit and cum as the interior light flashed in my eyes.
"Rub some on my butt hole." He climbed into the cab and kneeled, pulling apart his butt cheeks.
Billy Ray had a hungry ass. I fucked him twice and we was sucking my nuts trying to get me hard the third time when I finally called it a night and insisted he take me home. The next morning he caught the bus for Great Lakes Naval Training Center.
I'd gone to spring tryouts for football at Memphis State in hopes of getting one of the few athletic scholarships available to walk-ons. Six feet tall and 200 pounds does not a college lineman make, and I finally got that message. So, in August I checked into the freshman dorm and went to registration as just a college student; no football, no scholarship, no fraternity, no friends.
Memphis State (now called something else) was a streetcar college; most of the students lived in town and those that didn't mostly went home on weekends. I didn't have a car and my parents didn't drive in on weekends to bring me home so I hung out in an almost empty dorm. Boy was I lonely.
I'd chatted up some girls in the student union. Nothing. I'd flirted with a girl in my French class. Nothing. I'd flaunted myself down the hall to the showers in the dorm with nothing on but a smile and a towel over my shoulder. Nothing.
One Saturday afternoon in September I was coming in from the gym and the pay phone in the hall rang. It was the only telephone in the building and the one we all used to call out. I answered it.
"How big is ol' dick?" A man's voice asked.
"What?"
"How big is ol' dick?" He repeated. He was breathing heavily. I caught on.
"Seven," I lied.
"OOh! Is it hard?" Panting harder.
"You want it?"
That must have been more than the caller had dared to hope, because he stopped panting and was silent for a moment.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"You know where I am?"
He named the dorm.
"Bring a six pack of Bud, nothing cheap, Bud. Drive by in half an hour, hold up the beer."