Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 07:45:13 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Texas Tails:Joe (01)by Justin Davis (m/m,oral, anal,mast,true)

Author's note: This is the first chapter of the fourth 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.

Author's note: A special thanks to David my copy editor.  Constructive
comments are appreciated and you may send them to Justin0398@aol.com

Texas Tails: Joe
By
Justin Davis
Chapter One
(To Live Is To Fuck Again)

Like most everyone else, my college years were full of experiences, both
good and bad, that I remember very well.  In a sense, those years were a
growing up and growing away process which resulted in me going back home to
visit less and less.  In fact, that last year I only went home during the
break for Christmas.

During those years, I developed a new circle of friends, some of which I
still have contact with today, and in general developed a new perspective
on many things.  Of course, part of that perspective involved things
sexual.

Gone was the desire to see which guy I could score with next, as had been
the case in my early teen years.  As a matter of fact, with the demands
made on me by my studies and my part time job, there was little time for
that much sexual activity anyway.  Consequently, I became almost a sexual
recluse.

Looking back on it, I am sure that the numerous sexual encounters with guys
I had during my high school years probably made the chase less fun and not
as interesting as it had been.  In short, I was burned out on the hunt.

So, for the first two years of college, although I continued to appreciate
good-looking guys when I saw them, and in college there were many, there
weren't any attempts made on my part to do more than admire.

When the desire for sex eventually became too great, I handled the
situation with the time-honored remedy of masturbation.  I jerked off on an
as need basis and that was enough to satisfy me.  That is not to say,
however, that there was a total absence of males in my life while in
college.

However, the interesting thing about that, and it was a definite
roll-reversal, is that instead of being the hunter, I became the hunted.
It was an enjoyable and unique switch from the past, and one that boosted
my self-esteem at a time in my life when I needed it the most.  The end of
my self-imposed sexual fast came during the fall of my junior year after I
had just turned twenty.

I met Joe that fall quite by accident.  Some friends of mine and I were
having dinner at a hamburger place near the college campus.  Dan's Cafe
was a quaint old place that had been a drive-in it's earlier days.  The
burgers were cheap, the fries were good, and once you paid for your first
cup of coffee re-fills were only ten cents.  The owner, a guy in his late
fifties, knew how to cater to the college crowd and the place was always
packed.  Also, since the burger joint opened at six in the morning and
closed at midnight, it was a good place to congregate, and because of an
ample number of booths and tables, not a bad place to study.

I had gone with my roommate and two of his friends to eat that evening and
they had left right afterward.  Since I had a biology exam the next
morning, I had stayed behind, gotten another cup of coffee, a fresh pack of
cigs, and had settled in to study.

"Can I bum a light from you?"  a voice asked.

I looked up, and into, the most beautiful blue-gray eyes I believe I had
ever seen.

"Sure."  I said, and handed him my lighter that was on the table.

He lit his cigarette, then handed the lighter back.

"Thanks!  My name is Joe," he said.

Joe was tall, over six feet, and thin.  His blonde hair was close cropped,
and his facial features, although not of model caliber, were striking.

"No problem.  Anytime.  My name is Justin."  I replied.

"I see you are studying biology.  Who do you have?"  Joe asked.

"Professor Davis," I replied.

"I have him for the lab," Joe responded.

"Mind if I sit down?" he asked.

"Go ahead," I replied, and motioned to the empty seat on the other side of
the booth.

"I haven't seen you on campus," Joe said.

"You new?" he asked.

"No.  I am a junior, but it's a large campus," I remarked.

"Yeah it is.  I will be a junior hour-wise this spring.  Got hung up with
some bad grades my freshman year," Joe replied.

"So, what you majoring in.?" he asked me.

"Uh, right now economics and business administration," I responded.

"Oh man, I couldn't handle that," Joe replied, then laughed.

"I'm much more in to the fine arts myself," he continued.

"So, what do you do paint?"  I asked, then kind of laughed.

"No.  I am a drama major," Joe replied.

"Ah!  Gonna be a big movie star," I commented.

"I hope so," he replied.

Joe and I continued talking for what seemed like no time at all.  Yet, when
I finally noticed the time, almost two hours had gone by.

"Geez man!  I just noticed the time.  I really have to get back to the
apartment.  I want to get to bed early so I can study some more for this
damn biology test in the morning," I said.

"Yeah, guess I should go hit the books too," Joe responded.

We both got up, walked toward the front of the burger joint, and then out
the door into the small parking lot.

"Can I give you a ride?"  I asked.

"Nah.  That's all right.  I just live a couple of blocks down the street,"
he replied.

"Well, see you later," I said, then turned and headed toward the truck.

"Later guy.  I enjoyed meeting you.  Maybe I will see yah around again,"
Joe said, then turned and started walking toward his apartment.

"Yeah me too.  See you later," I responded.

I didn't see Joe more than a few times after that first encounter.  When I
did, he was usually in the burger joint with some of his friends and I was
with mine.  We would say hello, exchange pleasantries, and that was about
it until one night in December right before the Christmas break.

I remember it was a cold night, and I shivered a little as I walked from
the student union building, where I had been playing some pool with some
guys I knew.  I decided to head over to Dan's to grab something to drink
and hang out a little before I headed back to the apartment.

There weren't too many people in there that evening and I was standing at
the counter kind of getting pissed that it was taking me so long to get my
Coke.  The girl behind the counter was busy on the telephone obviously
talking to her boyfriend.

"Hey, hadn't seen you in awhile," a familiar voice said.

I turned around.  It was Joe.

"Hey man, how's it going?"  I asked.

"Okay I guess," he responded.

"I have a biology lab test tomorrow and I just came by to get some coffee,
then I am going to go study for the damn thing," he continued.

"Just stopped by for a Coke and headed home myself," I replied.

Eventually the girl behind the counter got off the telephone and took our
drink orders.

"Hey, I'll get it," I said, as Joe reached into his pocket to pull out some
money.

"Thanks!"  he said.

We got our drinks, went over to a booth, sat down, lit up a couple of cigs,
and began to talk much as we had before.  The topic eventually turned to
Joe's lab exam.

"Say, I don't live that far from here.  You think you could stop by on your
way home and quiz me on some of the stuff?"  he asked.

"Sure, no problem," I replied.

"I rode with someone else to the student center tonight anyway so I am
walking back to the apartment.  Your place is on the way," I continued.

Joe's apartment was only two block away and really was two big rooms with a
bathroom.  Joe explained that the elderly lady that lived in the other part
of the house had converted it so she could rent it out to college students
and he was real lucky because the rent was cheap.

"Just a sec.  I will get some heat in here," Joe said, as he went over and
got a box of matches off an end table.

Having done that, he went over to the other side of the room, struck a
match, turned a valve, and lit the big space heater than dominated that
side of the room.

While Joe was doing that, I looked around the room and noticed that, with
the exception of the usual posters here and there, it was pretty sparsely
decorated.  Then again, with all the stuff my roommates had over the walls,
I guess anything paled in comparison.

"Here are my lab notes and my lab book," Joe said, as he walked over to a
small desk in one corner of the room.

Joe picked up what I recognized as the biology lab manual and a blue spiral
notebook, walked over to where I was standing, then handed them to me.

"Sit over there," he said pointing to a big, old-looking, stuffed chair
near the space heater.

I went over and sat down in the chair.  Joe turned on the lamp that stood
beside it.

"There, that should give a little more light," he said, then sat down on
the floor near my feet, crossed his legs, and waited.

For about an hour, maybe more, I quizzed him over his lab notes and lab
manual.  He knew the stuff pretty well.  At least as well as I had when I
had taken the lab test.

"Well, looks like you have it nailed," I said.

I closed the lab book and handed him both the lab book and the spiral
notebook that contained his notes.

"Thanks!"  Joe said, as he took them from me.

"I really appreciate you helping me with the stuff," he added.

Joe set the lab book and notebook down beside him, pulled out his pack of
cigarettes from his shirt pocket, then held them out toward me.

"You want a cig?"  he asked.

"Yeah, thanks!"  I replied, as I took the pack from him, pulled out a
cigarette, and then handed the pack back to him.

Joe got his lighter out of his pocket, lit it, and held it out toward me.

I leaned over and lit my cigarette, then Joe lit his.

I don't remember exactly what was said while we sat there and smoked.
However, I do remember that when neither one of us had much of a cigarette
left Joe reached out, placed his left hand on my foot, raised his head a
little, and looked directly into my eyes.

Although it had been almost two years since I had had sex with a guy, and
then it had been Allen, I knew instantly what that look meant.

Joe began to rub my foot, then smiled.

"How did you know?"  I asked him.

"Gaydar," he replied, then laughed.

"What?"  I asked, never having heard the term.

"Guys who do it with other guys can tell.  It's like radar, only gays refer
to it as "Gaydar," he replied.

"Well, I am more bi than gay," I responded truthfully.

"That's cool," he replied.

"I date chicks sometimes myself," he added.

"So do you want to?"  Joe asked, then squeezed my foot a little harder with
his hand.

I sat there silent for a moment, looking into his eyes, my heart pounding
at ninety miles and hour.

"Yeah!"  I replied.

Joe reached out, took hold of my hand, led me over to the bed, removed my
jacket, then let it drop to the floor.  I trembled a little as he
unbuttoned my shirt, helped me out of it, then helped me remove my tee
shirt.  All the time, I more or less just stood there like a statue.

My tee shirt gone, and now stripped to the waist, Joe began to slowly undo
the belt on my jeans, then he lowered his mouth to my right nipple and
began to suck and flick it with his tongue.

I moaned loudly as his mouth continued to work its magic.  It had been so
long, so very long, since I had had those feelings shoot through my body.

Joe worked his mouth up to my neck, then around to my lips, pressed his
mouth against mine, and then began to flick his tongue in and out of my
mouth.  That was all it took.  Any reservations or reluctance I may have
had melted completely away at that point, like ice thrown into a furnace.

I began to kiss Joe back as passionately as Allen and I had ever done.  I
reached out and began to undo the belt to his jeans with a sense of
urgency.  It wasn't long before we had helped each other out of our clothes
and we were both naked.

I looked at Joe's naked body.  He was even more beautiful naked than he was
clothed.  His slim body gave his dick, which stuck out hard and erect, the
appearance of a handle ready for the grabbing to which his lanky frame was
attached.  I immediately noticed that his dick appeared to be a little
longer than mine though not as thick.

Joe's slim waist gave his hips an almost girlish appearance.  Yet, as I
began to explore Joe's arms, chest, and stomach, with my hands, I noticed
how smooth but firm they felt.  If ever there was a person that fit the
term "lean, mean, fucking machine" Joe was it.

"You have a beautiful body."  I said.

"Thanks, you do too," he responded as his let his hands roam over the same
areas of my body.

Again, we began to kiss.  It wasn't long, however, before our naked bodies
tumbled onto the bed and naked flesh was feverishly pressed against naked
flesh.

Our hands continued to roam over each other's bodies as we continued to
kiss.  Moans of passion filled the small bedroom, as we drank from the well
that society says is so evil.  Almost urgently we explored each other,
probing and finding the sensitive areas in order to give each other more
pleasure.

Again my body trembled slightly as Joe worked his mouth on my nipples, then
moved it downward toward my crotch and took my cock into his mouth.  I
moaned loudly.  It had been so long, so very long, since I had felt that
sensation.

Wanting more, I began to maneuver myself around into a sixty-nine position.
Joe immediately sensed what I wanted to do and adjusted himself
accordingly.  In a matter of seconds I had his beautiful cock in my mouth,
sucking like a colt starved for its mother's milk, while Joe continued to
work on my cock on the other end.  Yet, even that was not enough.

I was overwhelmed with the desire to virtually devour Joe's body.  I broke
from the sixty-nine we were in, moved into position where I was on top of
him, and began to do to him what Allen and I had done at those special
times.  I began to "snail" him.

My mouth began its long journey over every part of Joe's body I could get
to.  I savored his neck, his armpits, his nipples, his belly button; every
exposed part of naked flesh was not immune.  It had been so long since I
had the experience of male flesh against male flesh I was like a creature
possessed.

Joe groaned and gasped, as each new part of his body I explored became food
for my mouth and tongue.  Then, when I lay back almost exhausted from the
effort, he began the same type of exploration.

Whimpers came from my mouth, and tears of joy filled my eyes and ran down
my cheeks, as Joe hovered over me and began to sample every part of my body
just as I had sampled his.

I cried out, when his tongue found my asshole, and began to moisten it as
it had moistened other parts of me.  I groaned loudly as he began to make
little fucking motions with his tongue.

Then, when my asshole was lubricated enough, he pulled me toward him and
raised my legs.  Instinctively, I knew what he wanted to do.

It had been almost ten years since I had been fucked.  Raymond had been the
first, and for all intents and purposes, the last.  It was something I
never did with Allen or any of the others partly because I had developed a
fear of it.

Joe paused his movement forward and looked into my eyes.

As I looked back into Joe's eyes I saw something there.  It was almost a
pleading look.  It was if he was asking for permission to continue.  I was
so scared.

It had been so long.  I knew it was going to hurt, it had hurt so very
badly that first time.  Of course, the size of Raymond's dick probably had
had a great deal to do with that.  Ten inches of meat stuffed into a
twelve-year-old asshole is usually a very tight fit.  I had some problems
taking a shit for days after the first time Raymond fucked me.  I guess Joe
sensed the reluctance and fear in my eyes.

"You haven't ever been fucked have you?"  he asked softly.

"Only once," I replied.

"Its okay, I don't have to," he said, and started to lower my legs.

"No wait.  Its okay," I replied, not believing I had actually said it.

"Are you sure?"  he asked.

I nodded my head yes.

Joe raised my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and then scooted me
closer to him.  Almost instantly, I felt the head of his cock kiss the lips
of my asshole then began to part them as he pushed forward.

I cried out as the head of Joe's cock parted my ass lips and lodged just
inside me.  Fortunately, Joe was very gentle and slow.  It actually took
quite some time for him to eventually get his cock all the way inside me.
Yet, in spite of his passion, Joe waited for me to adjust to him each step
of the way.

Then, when he began to slowly fuck me, I remembered what it had all been
about.  My body was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure as his cock
began to slide back and forth over my prostate.

Joe was far more experienced at fucking than I was at that point.  Somehow
he managed to maneuver my body so that each time his dick would start to
slide into me it would rub my prostate even harder.

Soon, he moved my body into yet another position.  This time, he placed my
butt and legs over his legs, pulled me toward his dick, and entered me that
way.  That felt so good that all Joe had to do was hold still while I began
to work my hips and fuck myself with his cock.  Then something happened
that was as totally new to me as the position we were in.

Joe bent over, took my dick in his hand, bent down his head, and took my
dick into his mouth.  I was literally being fucked and sucked at the same
time.  I went crazy.

I began to frantically ride Joe's cock like a person with no control.  It
became impossible to tell which sensations felt the best.  Everything
became one blur of pleasure.  I didn't last long.

All too soon, I could feel the cum began to boil up escape.

"Oh god Joe!  I am gonna cum!"  I remember crying out almost in a panic.

I didn't want to go, not then.  Everything felt so good it was like I was
being re-born or something.  Yet, there was no holding off the inevitable.

I squealed as I came, something I didn't know I could still do at that age,
and Joe drank down load after load of cum while I continued to impale
myself on his dick.  It wasn't long after I came that Joe emitted a low
groan of his own, buried his dick to the hilt, and flooded my insides.

Needless to say, I didn't go back to the apartment that night.  We took a
shower together, went to bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms.  The
next morning, we made love again, in a wonderful sixty-nine, before getting
dressed and heading out for classes.

There would be more times I would have sex with Joe.  One, that stands out
as much as the first time, was the night we had gone out on a double date
together.  Very quickly after the movie, we dumped the girls off, went to
his place, and got it on.  That night, Joe became the first male that I
ever topped.

I remember vividly the look in his eyes as he put his arms around my neck
and pulled me to him.  I remember quite well the warmth I felt as I buried
my cock inside him.  I remember, too, the emotion and love he showed, as he
wrapped his long legs around my butt, then began to hunch back at me,
stroke for stroke, until he came, in a powerful self-detonation, and I came
buried deep inside him.  It was a dramatic moment for me.

Yet, there was one event involving Joe and I so bizarre in its nature that
it made everything else pale in comparison.

To be continued....