Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 08:02:01 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Texas Tails Joe (02) by Justin Davis (m/m,oral,anal,mast,true)

Author's note: This is the second and last 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
Part Two
(The Party)


Joe and I continued to get together as often as we could during the spring
semester.  The time we had spent away from each other during the Christmas
break had made us miss each other more than either one of us had thought we
would.  Consequently, we just about stopped dating girls all together and
focused our attention on being with each other as much as we could.  That
didn't mean, however, that we blocked everyone else out of our lives.

Among my circle of friends was a guy named David.  David was twenty-four and
worked at the same restaurant that I did.  He was a very attractive guy,
about six feet tall with close-cropped blonde hair, and green eyes.  And, he
was most definitely gay.  In fact, he had long since come out.

Many times, between customers and on breaks, we talked about many things.  I
became quite comfortable talking to David about Joe and he became comfortable
talking to me about his boy friend John.

John was in his late thirties, over ten years older than David, but I
remember thinking the first time I met him that for a guy who was almost
forty he looked pretty good.  It was through my relationship with David and
his relationship with John, that I got invited to a party they were having
one Saturday night at the end of March.  Naturally, Joe was welcome to come
along as my date.

For Joe and I, it was the first gay party we had ever been to.  Naturally, we
were a little nervous at first.  However, as the booze started to flow and
more guests arrived we began to feel more at ease.  Looking back on it, of
course there were several things that should have tipped us off as to what
lay ahead that evening.

First of all, we were the youngest guys at the party.  As such, we got a lot
of attention, and I must admit we enjoyed being the center of attention.
What we did not know, however, was that both Joe and I would get a lot more
attention that evening than we had ever bargained for.

Secondly, there was hardly a moment that someone wasn't making sure we had a
drink in our hand.  So, as the party rocked on, and the music and dancing got
wilder, Joe and I got drunk out of our minds.  In fact, we both passed out at
about the same time.  Several days later, Joe and I would come to the
revelation that we had been drugged.  However, what happened that night, when
we awoke in a dream-like haze, is burned in my memory as if it were
yesterday.  In fact, I used the experience as the basis for a scene in
another story I recently wrote.

My first realization, as I came to that night, was that my arms ached
somewhat.  Then, as I became a little more lucid, I realized that my arms
were tied over my head and I was hanging from them with my toes just touching
the floor.  I tried to focus my eyes but it was a futile effort.  Everything
and everyone in the room was a blur.  Even the sounds of the music were
distorted.

I tried to move my feet.  I couldn't.  Even though my toes were touching the
floor, my feet felt like they were spread apart but locked in place.  Later,
when I was eventually able to focus my eyes a little more, I would see what
the problem was.  My feet were restrained by a metal bar, which had my feet
locked into each end, that prevented me from moving my feet closer together
or further apart.

As I struggled to orientate myself, to the left of me, I heard a moan that I
recognized as Joe's.  I turned my head toward the sound, but because of my
blurred vision, could only just make out the vague outline of a human form
next too me.  I tried harder to focus my eyes, and for a split second, got
things in focus enough to see that Joe was hanging next to me by his arms in
the large doorway.  It was then that I came to the realization that he was
naked and that I was too.  Again, I passed out.

My next recollection was a feeling of warm wetness on my cock.  And, as I
began come round, I looked down to see the source.  I could just barely make
out the form of someone's head that was obviously licking and sucking my
dick.  I remember groaning.

"Now David, you can't have all that for yourself," I heard a voice say.

Then, laughter filled the room.

To my left I again heard Joe moan and looked toward the sound.  I struggled
hard to focus my eyes and managed to get them focused enough to see David's
boy friend, John, licking and sucking Joe's cock like it was a giant
lollipop.  My vision quickly began to blur again, but not before I saw John
deep throat Joe's dick, which was not a minor accomplishment, and elicit a
small cry from him.

More laughter filled the room.

Gradually, my vision and Joe's became clear enough, and we became lucid
enough, to realize what was going on.  I looked over at Joe and realized he
could see me from the expression in his eyes.  Yet, neither one of us said
anything, because by that time, other guests at the party had moved in and
had begun to work on his body and mine.  It was a very weird experience,
primarily because everything I witnessed being done to Joe, as I looked over
at him hanging there beside me, was being done to me at almost the exact same
time.

As two of the guests were licking and sucking his nipples, two of the other
party guests were sucking and licking mine.  As I watched one of the guests
squirt something on his fingers, then slide them into the crack of Joe's
butt, so too did I feel cold fingers work their way into my butt.  In short,
our bodies were both being devoured in the same fashion at the same time by
David, John, and the other party guests.

Perhaps I should say up front, at this point, that I am not a big fan of B&D
or S&M.  Those things are not something I enjoy seeing or something I would
ever seek out.  However, from my one experience that night, I can understand
how there are those who might be attracted to it.  Begrudgingly, I would have
to say that seeing Joe get worked over, at the same time I was getting the
same treatment, did have an intense erotic quality about it.

I watched as John, who was sucking Joe, grabbed Joe's butt cheeks with his
hands and spread them, allowing the guy standing behind Joe better access to
work his fingers into Joe's asshole.  When Joe moaned loudly and threw his
head back, I knew the guy's fingers had slipped inside and were doing their
work.  Seconds later, David, who was sucking me, spread my butt cheeks, and I
gasped out loud, then groaned, as I felt two fingers slide deep within me.

To this day, I do not remember the names of anyone that was at the party,
with the exception of David and John.  However, I vividly remember that if
the two guys playing with our butts weren't Proctologists they should have
been.

If Joe was feeling half the sensations I was it was no wonder he was going
out of his mind groaning, moaning, and gasping.  As for me, once the guy
behind me got three fingers in my ass and began to play with my prostate
almost like it was a marble, I went nuts.  And all the while, besides getting
sucked, we were getting licked and nibbled over the rest of our bodies by
other guests.

Then, David, who was sucking me, took his mouth off my dick.

"Okay guys, let's not go too fast," he said.

At that, everyone stopped what they were doing, and Joe and I both yelped as
fingers were quickly withdrawn from our asses.

Joe and I hung there, for what seemed like hours, as David, John, and the
rest of the guests, had more drinks, ate snacks, and cranked up the music.
Both of us literally became party favors for the guests to play with at their
pleasure.

Though I was still buzzed from whatever drug had been slipped into my drinks,
I remember wanting to cum so bad I hurt.  In fact, after a time I couldn't
tell which ached more, my dick or my arms.  None of those feelings were
helped much by the fact that this or that guest would pass by and suck my
dick, then give it a couple of yanks, lick an armpit or gently suck and
nibble at my nipples or my balls.  Of course, the same thing was happening to
Joe all the time as well.  All we could do was hang there and moan and groan,
with our hard dicks jutting out and glistening wet with spit.

I remember how it felt, when one of the guests would nibble or suck on Joe
and then walk off and not do anything to me.  I wanted to scream.

"Oh god, please do me!"  I remember uttering almost helplessly, after it had
been so long since anyone had done anything to my body.  Thankfully, the guy
left Joe's dick and started sucking mine.  But, that too, was short lived.

Finally, sometime into the night, everyone gathered around us again, fingers
were again inserted into our asses, mouths began to lick nipples and balls,
and two different guys began to suck our dicks.

I remember realizing, way back in the back of my mind, as I began to get
closer and closer to cumming, that they were going to let both of us go all
the way this time.  I looked over at Joe and could tell from the way his
stomach muscles were heaving that he was getting close.

There have been many times I have cum in my life.  However, I can truthfully
say that what happened next ranks at the top of the list.  I think I can say,
quite honestly, that I have never shot like that before or since.

Joe was the first to cry out and start fucking his hips as he began to go
over the top.  Of course this had the effect of ramming the fingers that were
in his butt even deeper.  Immediately, the guy sucking Joe pulled off his
dick, everyone else giving attention to his body quickly stood back, and the
guy with his fingers in Joe's ass started moving his arm faster in a fucking
motion.  Immediately, a low growl came from deep within Joe and increased in
intensity.

"Ohhhh God Yes!" he screamed, and came.

I watched as Joe's dick jerked and shot a stream of cum across the room.
Then, as his dick continued to jerk and his stomach heaved in time to each
spasm, the first stream of cum was followed by another stream that fell onto
the carpet.  Finally, dribbles began to drop from his dick slit to the floor
beneath him as he hung there whimpering.  It was an awesome sight that made
me even more aware of the attentions that were being paid to my body.  I also
began to go over the top.

I guess the guy sucking me could tell I was getting close because he took his
mouth off my dick, and he and the other two guys who had been sucking my
nipples and licking my balls moved away.

"Oh no!"  I exclaimed, fearful that again I would not be allowed to cum.

Then, the guy who still had his fingers in my ass working them around,
grabbed hold of my prostate and began to shake it with the tips of his
fingers.

Instantly, I felt my hot load travel up my dick.  To this day, I don't
remember most of the words that I screamed, but I do remember screaming
something like: "Oh shit!  Oh God!  Oh fuck!" as I felt my cum begin its
journey up and out of me.

Then, the guy with his fingers in my ass stopped moving them.

"Oh no!  Please!"  I cried out helplessly, in fear that it was all going to
be a cruel joke and I would be denied the release I literally ached for.

Everyone in the room laughed.

Then, the fingers in my ass began to knead my prostate, as if it were a ball
of dough.  I threw my head back and squealed like a girl and almost sobbed as
I realized I was going to finally get relief.  I began to fuck back, as best
as I could, onto the fingers that invaded my asshole.

Almost as if I was watching someone else, I looked down at my dick and saw
the slit open like a gapping mouth.  My dick gave a violent jerk upward,
internally I felt a huge contraction, then a stream of cum belched forth that
literally split into two forks as it shot across the room.  I don't know how
far that first shot went, we didn't stay around to measure it, but I remember
vividly it hit the coffee table by the couch, which must have been eight feet
or more away, made a loud splat, and began to run down the side.

As with Joe, my dick continued to bob and squirt, as the guy behind me
continued to work his fingers on my prostate.  Another and another volley of
cum followed my first, until my cum tracks streaked across the carpet, like
white rail lines on a map leading toward distant cities.  Then, milked almost
dry, I hung there, as had Joe, almost crying and blubbering from relief and
exhaustion, while cum drops dripped on the floor beneath my feet.

The room filled with applause.

Mercifully, after fingers were removed from our asses, and the two guys that
had been sucking us again put their mouths on our dicks so that they could
slurp the last drops of cum we had to offer, Joe and I were taken down and
our restraints were removed.

For sometime we lay there naked, on the floor, breathing heavily from sexual
exhaustion.  Then, as the guests began to turn their attentions toward each
other, and the whole thing turned into what was obviously the beginnings of
an orgy, Joe and I gathered our clothes and got the hell out of there.

It is the one time I have ever driven when I was that buzzed.  I never will
understand, other than someone had to be watching out for us, how we made it
back to his apartment and into bed to sleep it off.

I was never friends with David after that night.  That following week, when
he tried to bring up the subject at work, I told him that if he ever spoke to
me again I would punch his lights out.  Soon after, I got a better paying job
at a steak place and never saw him again, except from a distance.

Over the rest of that college year, I found out much more about Joe in the
quiet times that we would lie there talking after we had sex.  I found out,
among other things, that he had started having sex at the same time as I did,
but with someone much older.  In fact, as I remember, I believe the guy was
twenty-six, and Joe had maintained a relationship with him all the way
through high school.
I also discovered I was only the second male with whom Joe had ever had sex.

When the subject of the party would come up between the two of us it was
always in a teasing manner.

"Hey Joe, I got this neat invitation to a party," I would say.

Then, he would give me the biggest "go to hell" look and we would both
eventually start laughing.

Joe decided to drop out of college at the end of the spring semester that
year.  I was devastated when he told me he had enlisted in the navy.  One
minute he was a part of my life, the next he was gone.  I found myself
literally getting sick to my stomach at times thinking about him and missing
him.  And of course, I came to the realization I had fallen in love with him.
 To this day, I still consider Joe my first real love.

Eventually, I got over losing Joe and moved on to other relationships, both
serious and casual.  More importantly, my affair with Joe, no matter how
brief, brought me out of the shell I had crawled into and moved me on to
other phases in my life.

The End