Date: Tue, 8 May 2001 07:38:48 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Texas Tails:Allen(08)by Justin Davis (t/t,oral,mast,true)

Author's note: This is the eighth and last 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.

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Texas Tails: Allen
By
Justin Davis
Chapter Eight
(Finale)

As Allen and I both got older, and we began to develop a different circle of
friends, we saw each other less and less.  Although we would still go out and
ride around every now and then, something which usually resulted in us going
somewhere to get it on, it seemed that we never called each other as much, or
hung around together as much.  However, that did not hamper either his sexual
activity or mine.

By the time I was a senior in high school, there were several guys I was
having sex with on a regular basis, and that didn't even include Beau and his
usual dollar fee.  As for Allen, he didn't have any trouble finding anyone
either.  He had turned from a rather gangly looking guy into someone who was
really quite handsome.  Much to my pleasure, Allen grew in the dick
department as well.  Eventually, he had six beautiful inches of tasty cock
that delivered its own "load from hell."

The distance that was developing in our relationship wasn't helped either
when I went off to college.  Although I would call him every time I came
home, most times he had something going and we just did not seem to be able
to connect.

On those occasions when we were able to connect, we had fun.  We would drive
around and talk for hours about the things we had done and with whom.
Talking over those times always brought us lots of laughs, as we kidded each
other about our early awkwardness and other things that only he and I knew.

Then, we would go somewhere, usually a deserted road, and make love to each
other (in the front seat of my truck, if it was cold, or in the bed of the
truck, if it was warm).  Because we were older, those sessions were much more
relaxed and less frantic than the earlier ones had been.  I guess those are
the ones I treasure the most.  Allen and I had sex for the last time one
August, the summer after I graduated from college.

I was home that summer, using it as my home base for job interviews.  Allen
had decided not to go to college right away so he had gotten himself a job,
bought him a car, and was, in general, just enjoying himself.  He had even
moved out of his parent's house and into a little apartment of his own.

Occasionally that summer, I would go by and visit him, but usually he was
getting ready to go out clubbing, and dancing, he is one of the best dancers
I have ever seen, or he was getting ready to go to work.


One Saturday morning, I went by Allen's apartment and he was still in bed.  I
apologized and said I would come back later.

"You could always come back to bed with me," Allen said.

I looked at him and noticed a look in his eyes I hadn't recognized in a very
long time.

"Sure," I said and smiled.

I am not going to be very descriptive about that time.  It is the only time
Allen and I ever had sex that I feel uncomfortable writing about.

I can say, however, that on that occasion our lovemaking was slower and more
deliberate than it ever had been.  We spent that entire morning making love,
doing all those things we loved to do and I have written about, until he had
to get ready and leave for work.

Now that I look back on it, there is no doubt in my mind that we both knew,
somewhere deep inside, that that would probably be our last time to make
love.

That fall I moved to Dallas and to my first job.  Once I got a telephone,
Allen called a few times, and once he even came by on his way through the
city, but those were the only contacts we had.  Eventually there were none.

One Christmas, when I was home, I called Allen's mom in an attempt to check
on him and see how he was.  That is when I found out he had come out to his
family moved to Austin, then to California.  She did not have a phone number
for him but she did have an address, so I got the address from her, thanked
her, and hung up.  I could tell she wasn't particularly happy talking about
him.

Although I wrote Allen several times I never got back a reply.  In fact, the
last letter I wrote was returned "addressee unknown."  The last time I
checked his family had no idea where he was.  Seemingly, Allen just dropped
out of sight.

Several years later, when it was too late to do anything about it, I heard
from one of Allen's classmates that he had become terribly sick and died.
Although nothing was ever said, I suspect it was from AIDS.  At least his
parents had gotten him home from California and he had died in familiar
surroundings.

I know nothing about the last six or so years of Allen's life.  In fact, I
don't know anyone that does.  I do like to believe, however, that he was
having as much fun as he used to.  And, occasionally, when things got bad, he
laughed a little, then smiled, when he remembered "the pillow," "the snail,"
and the crazy things two kids did together growing up in a small East Texas
town.

How I miss those days.  They were so much fun.

The End