Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 10:29:03 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Texas Tails--Donnie (t/t,mast,oral,true) The following story is a graphic account of sex between teen males. If you find objection with such material, or if you are under 18 years of age, then please do not read it. In some states and countries the reading of such material, if you are under 18 or 21 years of age, is a violation of law. If you are of legal age, in the place where you reside, and enjoy such material, then please read on. This story is part of a series of true stories about my years growing up in Texas. The author retains all rights to this story, as he does with others he has written. Any re-publication of this story, except to the web-sites to which it has been posted, without the expressed consent of the author, will be considered a violation of the copyright laws. Positive comments are always appreciated and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Texas Tails: Donnie By Justin Davis It was the summer between my sophomore and junior year in high school that Donnie and I began to hang around together. Ronnie, his older brother, was in my grade, and I knew Donnie through him. I was sixteen at the time. Ronnie had dark black hair, which he wore short, and he was already over six feet tall. Donnie was about a head shorter than me, I was five feet eight inches at the time, and he had blonde buzzed hair and blue eyes. I wasn't that close to Ronnie, in fact he was kind of a prick. Years later, at our ten-year reunion, he was even more of a prick. However, Donnie wasn't like his brother at all. Funny, full of fun, fourteen-year-old Donnie was exactly the opposite of his older brother, and I had picked that up the first time I met him when I was at Ronnie's house one day. I don't know whether it was his manor or his looks, or a combination of the two, but I instantly got the "hots" for Donnie and vowed that I was for damn sure going to add him to my list of guys that I had gotten. My major problem was how to get around Ronnie in order to get to his younger brother. That was solved, three weeks into the summer, when Ronnie took off to Dallas to spend the summer with his Aunt. So, I called their house, and of course, Donnie wasn't there at the time. However, his mom said she would have him call me back. True to her word, he called me back late that same afternoon. "So whatcha up to." Donnie asked. "Not much. Same old same old," I replied. "So wadda yah want," he asked. "Well, I was just wondering it you wanted to go swimming tomorrow," I replied. "Yeah, where?" "Well, Allen and I have this place at the river we go sometimes. You can't really see the path unless you know where to look. But, it is real neat and we fixed up a rope there to swing out on and the whole bit." "Uh, is Allen gonna go?" "Uh, no. He's outta town in Houston." "Okay, what time?" "Be at my house at ten in the morning." "Okay, see yah then." That night, as I lay in bed and plotted my strategy, I figured that Donnie wouldn't be far removed from his older brother Ronnie. Ronnie was always quick to talk about queers this and queers that, and I figured that some, or most, of that had rubbed off on Donnie as well. So, I figured that this first time, a butt-naked swim, and maybe some wanking, was all that I was going to go for. If that went well, I figured the rest would fall into place. The next morning, Donnie showed up on his bike promptly at ten and in no time we were off on our bikes and headed to the river. Once we were there, and laid down our bikes, and then our towels on the riverbank, I kicked off my tennis shoes and began to take off my tee shirt and shorts. Donnie didn't say anything until I started to take off my boxer shorts as well. "You gonna swim naked," he asked. "Sure, I always do," I replied. "You never gone skinny-dipping before," I then asked. "Uh, no," Donnie replied. "Well, you don't have to if you don't want," I responded. "Uh, nah that's okay," he replied. Standing there naked in front of him I waited while he pulled off his shorts. I could tell, once he did so, from the bulge in the white cotton briefs he wore that I was in for a pleasant surprise. Sure enough, when he pulled his briefs down, I was greeted with the sight of a flaccid cock at least as big as my own, maybe even bigger around, and a nice blonde bush of pubes, and a healthy set of low-hanging balls. "Nice dick," I commented, in reference to the fact that for his age he was damn sure hung. "Uh, yeah, thanks," he replied as he stepped out of his briefs. In no time at all, Donnie lost any self-consciousness he may have had and he was swimming and splashing in the river like being naked was as natural as could be. Some time later, as we sat on our towels drying off in the sun, it was Donnie who brought up the subject of finding his dad's porno mags and how even his older brother didn't know about them. I listened intently as he described some of the things he had seen in them and then told me how he would jerk off then put the magazine back in the tool cabinet in the garage. "So, how often you do it," I asked. "Uh, sometimes twice a day when no one's around," he replied. "What's the most times you ever done it in a row," I then asked. "Uh, I did four times one time. I sure had a sore peter though," he replied. I laughed and he did too. "So, you wanna do it now," I asked, hoping he would. "Uh, yeah, I guess," he replied. "Okay," I then said, and got up off the towel, stood up, and began to stroke my cock, which was already getting hard from thinking about getting to jerk off with the guy. In no time, both of our dicks were rock hard, and as I suspected, Donnie's at least the same size as mine, which at that time was six inches. However, because of his age and physical size it looked bigger on him than mine did on me. "You ever traded out with anyone," I asked, as we both stood there stroking. "Huh," he replied. "You know, take turns jacking each other," I responded. "Nay, that's queer," he replied. "You done that," he asked. "Yeah, sure. And it ain't queer," I replied. "Queer is when you put a guy's dick in your mouth and other stuff," I added. "Yeah, I guess," he replied, then moaned a little. "Tell yah what. I'll jack you off and if you don't want to do me that's okay," I offered. Donnie stopped stroking his cock, which was already leaking pre-cum like crazy, and looked at me for a moment. "Yeah, sure. Okay," he said, shrugging his shoulders. I let go of my dick, then moved over to Donnie's right side where I could get a good grip and then took hold of his dick with my right hand, making sure I smeared the pre-cum all over the head before I started stroking it. "Oh shit. Unh," he exclaimed, his knees almost buckling from the pleasure. "A little tighter, he then said. I gripped his cock a little harder and began to make slow strokes up and down and up and down. "You like it," I asked. "Yeah, feels great," he replied. "I ain't gonna be long," he then announced. Of course he didn't have to tell me that. I was watching his cock and balls as I was jacking him and I had already noticed that his low-hangers were already drawn up to the base of his cock. "Oh shit," he soon exclaimed. "Faster, please," he panted. I started wanking him faster, and his legs began to tremble a little and his tummy started to heave, as his breathing became more rapid. "What this," he said. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck," he then cried out. I felt his dick swell in my hand, then I stared in absolute amazement as what could only be described as a piss-like stream of cum spewed from the slit of his dick. It was literally like he was pissing cum for a moment. Needless to say, I made up my mind then and there that I had to get that load in my mouth some way. When he had finished Donnie seemed to have forgotten about any reluctance he may have had and he jerked me off until I had spewed my load, which up until that time I had always considered sizeable. It was a week later, when he spent the night at might house, that I would get to sample Donnie's load. For some time that day I had tried to figure out how I was going to get Donnie to let me suck him off. I knew I wouldn't have a problem with us jacking each other. However, sucking him was another matter. I thought about asking him if I could, but I ruled that out because of what he had said about queers. I thought about just doing it while I was wanking him before he had time to say no. However, I ruled that out because he might freak and get violent. So, I came up with another plan. That night, just as I suspected he would, Donnie thought the idea of playing strip poker was neat. So, we did. That was only part of my plan, however. I won the game of strip poker, still having on my boxers and tee shirt, while Donnie sat on the bed across from me naked. "So now what, we jerk off," he asked. "Tell yah what. Let's cut the cards, and high guy gets to tell the other guy what to do," I replied. "Like what," he asked. "You know, like something goofy," I replied. "Uh, okay," he replied. We cut the deck and he got an Ace and I got a Two. "You won. So what do I do?" Donnie thought for a moment. "Okay, you gotta get your dick hard first," he then said. "Then what," I asked. "I'll tell yah when you get hard," he replied. I got off the bed and stripped off my tee shirt and boxers, then started to stroke my cock and it didn't take me long to get hard, especially standing there looking at Donnie sitting cross-legged on my bed naked. "Okay, now what," I asked removing my hand from my dick. "Dance and make it flop," he replied. I shrugged my shoulders and started to wiggle my butt around, making my hard dick bob around, and causing Donnie to giggle and then start laughing. "Okay, that's enough," he eventually said, and laughed again. "You looked so funny," he added, and laughed some more. We cut the cards again, and this time Donnie lost. "Okay, what I gotta do," he asked. "You gotta blow on my dick," I replied. "Huh?" "I said you gotta blow on my dick," and I hopped up on the bed, laid back, and put my hands behind my head. "Hold it with your and blow on it," I added. Donnie shrugged his shoulders, moved over, took my dick in his hand, and the bent over and started blowing his breath all around the head. "Oh yeah, that feels good," I said, closing my eyes. "Jerk me some while you do that," I added. After awhile I started getting real close. "Okay, you can stop now. I am getting close," I then said. Again we cut the deck and again Donnie lost. "Now what I gotta do," he asked, rather perturbed that he has lost again. "Lay back and put your hands behind your head. You can't move um. I gotta get something. I went over to my desk, opened one of the drawers, and got out the goose feather that my friend Allen and I often used on each other. "What's that for," Donnie asked. "You'll see," I replied and got back onto the bed. "Now keep your eyes closed and don't move your hands," I replied. Donnie closed his eyes, and I began to move the tip of the feather very lightly all over the head of his circumcised penis. "Oh shit," he exclaimed, his tummy heaving a bit. For some time I used the feather all over his cock, his balls, even between each of his legs while Donnie gasped and moaned. Of course, his dick, which had been almost flaccid when I started, inflated promptly and stood twitching inches away from his tummy leaking pre-cum like crazy. "Oh fuck, that feels so good," he said, then moaned again. Figuring that he was now good and hot, I moved my head downward until I was just inches away from the head of his cock. Then, in time with the feather, I gave a very light lick with my tongue, just above were the tip of the feather was. "Oh fuck," Donnie exclaimed, and raised up. "No peeking," I said, and he lowered his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes. I repeated the procedure but this time a little lower on the head of Donnie's dick. "Mmmmmmmm," he moaned. I moved to another spot and again did the same, this time making a bigger lick with my tongue. "Oh yeah," he moaned and wiggled his body a little. Realizing that he certainly had to know what was now being done to his cock, I became more intense with the licking and less intense with the feather. "Oh yes, it feels so good. Do it," he then said. "Do what," I asked, knowing full well what he was going to say. "Suck me. Go ahead do it," he almost begged. I looked at him lying there with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed for a moment then I smiled. I had him. "You sure you want me to," I teased. "Fuck yes man. Just do me," he replied. "You sure you are sure," I teased again. "Oh yes, do me, I want you to," he replied. "I wouldn't want you to feel like you were queer or nothing," I responded, teasing him even more. "Oh please, stop it, just fucking blow me," he pleaded. "Uh, Ahh," he soon exclaimed, after I laid down the feather and took hold of his dick with my hand and began to suck him. I wish I could say, minutes later, when he blew his load, that I was able to handle that first volley of his but there was just no way. In fact, it was impossible. His first shot was so intense it hit the back of my throat and flooded my mouth at the same time. I guess that about the best thing I could compare it to would be having your mouth instantly full of more thick liquid than you could possibly swallow. Consequently, I damn near choked and cum ran out of the sides of my mouth onto his pubes and belly from that first spurt, although I did swallow quite a bit of it. In fact, eight more times that summer I sucked Donnie off and I never was able to handle that entire first volley of his. All these years later I have often wondered what happened to Donnie and his older brother, for they moved to Fort Worth before school started. I assume he got married later on and had children, for I seriously doubt that there was a fertility problem on his part for sure. Needless to say, my friend Allen was jealous and I had to tell him the story over and over again about Donnie's cum load. As for me, well I have seen a lot of cum shot in my life and one thing is certain. Donnie's cum load was one hell of a sight to see and one hell of a thing to try and cope with, though I enjoyed every minute of it.