Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 07:45:49 EDT From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Texas Tails: Allen (01) by Justin Davis (t/t,mast,true) Author's note: This is the first chapter of the third story in the Texas Tails series. As with the other stories in this series that I have posted, virtually all of the events, persons and circumstances are true. Names of certain individuals have been changed to protect their privacy. The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Constructive comments are appreciated and you may send them to Justin0398@aol.com Texas Tails: Allen By Justin Davis Chapter One (I Meet Allen) Without a doubt, every individual has their life effected by certain pivotal persons or moments that effect them for the rest of their lives. To some degree, that was true as it related to Raymond and Zach, and I have written about them already. However, without question, the most pivotal person in my life as a teen was Allen. It is hard, thinking back now, to remember exactly when I met Allen. I do remember that it was during the summer, I had just turned thirteen, and I remember he was eleven. I also remember that I was riding my bike and had gone past his house, which was down the road from mine, several times. Yet, the details of how we actually paired up riding our bikes together that day escape me. As our friendship grew closer that first summer, it became apparent that Allen and I had quite a few things in common. We both loved music, riding our bikes, playing sand lot baseball with the other kids in the area, and doing a lot of other things kids our age did. But, there were some differences. Allen was a good-looking kid even at eleven, much better looking than I was. He was lanky and tall even for his age. Yet, he had just a touch of femininity about him that came through even then. The girls loved it. As a result, when he and I weren't doing something, or he wasn't with the rest of the guys, I knew he was probably with his sister and her friends. Growing up in a small Texas town as we did, it was unthinkable to be gay, or at least to be gay and openly show it. That didn't mean sex with other guys didn't go on. It went on like crazy. It just wasn't talked about openly. To be honest, I never thought of Allen as being gay, or myself either for that matter, until we were both much older. As it frequently does with young boys, the subject of sex came up rather early in our relationship. In fact, what became a constant sexual relationship between the two of us began the first time Allen spent the night at my house. Allen and I had gone to bed late that night. We had watched television and played monopoly until we had gotten tired, stripped to our briefs, and crawled into bed. Everyone else in the house had long since gone to sleep so our quite talking didn't bother anybody. I remember vividly that the conversation turned to dicks and who had the biggest one of the boys we knew. Of course, I said Raymond. "Raymond? How do you know?" Allen asked. "Because I have seen it." I replied "No way! You are lying." Allen responded "No I am not." I said. "Okay when?" Allen asked me. On that question I hesitated answering for obvious reasons. I didn't really think I should tell Allen that I knew because I had had it up my butt more than once the previous summer. "I saw him peeing when we were loading hay." I answered honestly. "Wow! How big was it?" Allen asked. "As long as mine is hard." I replied. "About five or six inches soft." I added. "No way!" Allen said "Yep, at least that." I replied "Was he circumcised?" Allen asked? "Yeah." I answered There was a pause, then Allen started talking about guys he knew who he thought had big dicks. I knew even then that at eleven everyone seems to have a bigger dick than you do so I didn't think anything of it. However, one thing did get me irritated about his conversation. Every guy he talked about it was always in the context of who was circumcised and who wasn't. Finally I couldn't stand it. "Man, what is with you and this circumcised shit?" I asked. "Well, I am not. I really wish I was though." He replied quickly. "I'm not either." I stated. "Really?" Allen asked. "I'm not." I restated. There was a pause for a few seconds. Then Allen spoke. "Can I see?" He asked me. I thought for a bit. (Here we were at the classic "I will show you mine if you show me yours" point). Now at thirteen, I wasn't really bashful about my dick. Although I wasn't the most hung guy around I did have five thick inches that I was proud enough of. So, I reached over, cut on the lamp on my side of the bed, threw back the covers, and pulled downed my jockeys. "There!" I said Allen just stared at my dick. "You've got hair too!" He said, when he finally spoke. Well, it did pass for hair. I did have the small beginnings of a bush. "Okay, show me yours!" I said. "Uh, that's okay!" He replied. "Hey no fair. You got to show me!" I said. Allen paused for a moment, looked at me, then lay on his back and pulled his briefs down. He was uncircumcised just as I was. But, the foreskin had already started to retract around the head because his dick was hard. I sized his dick up and guessed he probably had about three and a half inches. "You got a hard on." I said, announcing the obvious. For a few seconds Allen didn't say anything. "Justin, do you ever jerk off?" He asked, when he finally spoke. Did I ever jerk off? What a question! I jerked off in the morning, at noon, any time I could. At thirteen I was living testimony that you wouldn't go blind or get warts in your hand from jacking. "Yeah, lots!" I responded honestly "Do you?" I then asked Allen. "I just found out about it from my cousin." He replied. Instantly, I felt more at ease. I knew that if he and his cousin had jacked together things were cool with the two of us having our briefs down to our knees. What I didn't know, but would find out over time, was how much his cousin really showed him when Allen would go visit him. "I'll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours!" Allen then said. "Sure!" I replied. In a matter of moments, the fingers of my right hand reached out and began to manipulate Allen's dick, while at the same time his left hand started to slide up and down on mine. Unfortunately, that didn't go on for long before Allen told me to stop. "Okay you can stop now!" He said. "Huh?" I asked. "I am gonna pee!" He replied. "You are gonna what?" I asked. "I can't do it for long because it feels like I am going to pee." He said. I was dumbfounded. This guy thought he knew how to jack and yet he had never gotten to the best part. "That's normal." I said He didn't say anything and I looked at him. Allen just lay there with a blank look on his face. "Damn! I though your cousin showed you." I said. "He did." Allen replied. "No way." I replied. "Just lay back and let me do it for you." I said Gently, but firmly, I began to jerk Allen's dick with my fingers. It wasn't long before he again said he was going to pee on himself. "Just hang on!" I replied It couldn't have been a minute more and Allen's breathing became heavier, his stomach muscles began to contract and his toes began to curl and uncurl. I could tell, having been there a zillion times, that Allen was going to go over the top. Thank goodness I had the presence of mind to cover his mouth with my left hand as his body went rigid, his dick got even harder in my fingers, and he went over the top. If I hadn't, he would have waked up everyone in the house. When it was all over, Allen lay there still breathing heavily. I got really worried. I thought he had passed out or something. Then, he looked over at me, and spoke those words that we would laugh about so many times over the next years. "Oh, God! That was so good!" He said. Allen wasn't the only one that got introduced to something new that night. Although he said it was his turn to do me, I had no idea why he went into the bathroom and ran the water. When he returned, however, I found out. Allen brought a wet rag and some soap and began to soap up my dick. "You are gonna love this!" He said. True to his word I did. Once he had my hard dick all lathered up, Allan began to jerk me off slower than I had ever done it myself for sure. Off and on, he would stop and squeeze a little water from the rag, let it drip down the shaft of my dick, and then start jacking me again. By the time I was ready to cum I literally was out of my mind. As I felt the cum began to boil up out of my balls, I grabbed Allen's pillow, placed it over my face, and screamed into it, as I went over the top and shot what Allen would always refer to as "the load from hell." Screaming into a pillow, by the way, was something that would become a trademark of ours over the next ten years, especially when parents or brothers and sisters were asleep nearby. After that first time, Allen's sexual evolution and mine would become intertwined for many years to come. It was a wonderful, innocent, time. To be continued....