Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 08:26:47 -0500 From: Justin Davis Subject: Texas Tails Re-Visited: Layton by Justin Davis (M/M, oral, anal, true) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between older 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. This story is true. However, in no way are the actions of the characters in the story intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. 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. Please ask permission. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to: Justin0398@gmail.com Author's Note: Over the last years, I have received e-mails from readers of the "Texas Tails" series of stories asking me whether there were experiences that I had had that I didn't write about in that series of stories. The answer is yes! The following story deals with one of those experiences. I hope you enjoy the story. Texas Tails Re-Visited: Layton By Justin Davis It was the summer between my junior and senior year in college and it was the summer that I had decided to continue to work at my job at the campus bookstore and not go home. Naturally, that had necessitated finding a roommate because my current one was going home for the summer and there was some question as to whether or not he would even be coming back, he had been talking about transferring to another college closer to Dallas. I knew there was no way I could afford the rent on the apartment on my own. So, as the end of the spring term approached I placed a notice on the bulletin board in the Student Center advertising for a roommate for the summer. Sadly, as June rapidly approached my sprits sank deeper and deeper, for there had been no response to my notice. Everyone I worked with at the campus bookstore knew my plight, for I'm sure I had probably mentioned my lack of a roommate to anyone within earshot a million times. As luck would have it, toward the end of May one of my fellow employees said he had a girlfriend who knew a guy that was looking for a place for the summer. The rent for June was due the first week of the month and I was desperate. Now, as anyone with a modicum of common sense knows, desperation is not a good factor to crank in when choosing a roommate. However, time was running out and I had to do something. So, I got the guy's phone number and gave him a call. "Is this Layton Johnson?" I asked, when the voice on the other end of the line answered. "The one and only," came the egotistical reply. Of course, right then I should have been tipped off. Yet, being desperate, I pressed on. "Uh, well, I hear you're looking for a place to stay for the summer. I need a roommate to share the apartment and wondered if you might be interested," I said. "Well, yeah! Where are yah located?" Layton asked. I proceeded to give the guy the location of the apartment and information about the rent and such and we set a time we he would come by and check things out, I was presuming myself as well as the apartment. As would always be the case, Layton was late. I must say that when I answered the door I wasn't really prepared for what I saw, certainly not for someone who had exhibited such an egotistical air during our phone conversation. About my same height, a little stocky, with disheveled blonde hair, rumpled shorts and tee shirt and leather sandals on his feet, Layton was not what I would call "a looker." In fact, if he had been in the crowd at a gay bar I most certainly wouldn't even have given him a second glance. "You must be Layton. Come on in," I said, and stood aside to let him enter. I gave Layton a tour of the apartment and then offered him a beer, which he readily accepted, got one for myself as well, and then we plopped down in the two stuffed chairs that served for what was living room furniture and chatted. During the course of our conversation I discovered that Layton was attending summer school only because his girlfriend Beth lived about thirty miles away and she was home from college for the summer. Added to that was the fact that he was taking only one course the first summer term, and none the second, and it became readily apparent that Layton wasn't very serious about getting some courses out of the way during the summer term. We discussed the rent situation, Layton agreed to pay half, and we came to a mutual agreement that we would both be responsible for our own groceries and the like, since he said he would be in and out and really didn't plan to be on any kind of schedule. It was after that that Layton popped the question I was wondering if he would ask. "Are you gay?" Layton eventually asked. "Yes, although I'm only out to a few friends. Why do you ask?" I replied. "No reason, really. I just figured that might be the case from the picture I saw on your desk," he replied, referring to the picture of Joe and I. "Yeah, that's Joe. He quit school and went into the service. We had a thing going for about six months," I said. "Hey, it's okay by me. I'm bisexual myself. I don't mind gettin my cock sucked or fucking a little ass every now and then," Layton responded. "Uh, well with Joe and I it was a little more than that," I said. "Well, it's whatever floats your boat! It don't bother me none," Layton replied. "Uh, well I'm glad," I responded. We finished ironing out the rest of the arrangements and the next day Layton began to move his stuff into the other bedroom. During the first week, it became obvious that if there was an example of someone interested in the hedonistic lifestyle Layton was it. It wasn't uncommon that well up into the morning he would saunter out of his room naked, his cock swinging between his legs, and grab a beer from the refrigerator for breakfast. In fact, naked seemed to be Layton's favorite mode of dress, not that it bothered me any because there was just no way I was physically attracted to him. Layton slept late, partied constantly, and rarely went to class. Eventually, it became apparent that although he was fucking his girl friend, Beth, he was also trying to put that horse-hung cock of his into anything else he could find as well. Only once did I have to set the matter straight as it regarded me. That particular morning I was studying at the breakfast table for a test that afternoon when Layton finally waked up. "Hey man! How'd you like some of this?" Layton asked. As I looked up, he was holding onto the base of his rock hard cock, which was at its full ten inches, and shaking it at me. "No thanks! Not interested," I replied. "Aw come on! You can just suck on it a little," he said, walking over toward where I sat. "Look, Layton. I'm really not interested in you or any other guy. I'm kinda not into sex right now after breaking up with Joe and all. So, let's just forget about that, shall we?" I replied, and looked back down at my textbook. "Well, suit yourself," he said, and headed for the refrigerator for his usual morning beer. As far as personal hygiene went, I will have to say that at least Layton shaved and showered regularly and did manage to look a little less disheveled than when I first met him. His room, however, was another matter. Usually, the floor was carpeted with empty beer bottles, potato chip bags, and dirty clothes. In short, Layton was a slob, and more than once I shook my head in disgust as I passed the open door to his bedroom. Likewise, my head shook more than once as Layton regaled me with his sexual escapades. It seemed Layton couldn't resist explaining in great detail about fucking this or that girl or how some guy he had just fucked had whimpered or yelped and hollered the whole time he had fucked his butt with that cock of his. Moreover, Layton constantly harangued me to go out with him. "Come on man! You need to have some fun! You're too serious about shit!" Layton would say. "No thanks! I really do need to study tonight," I'd reply, or make up some other excuse. Once, and only once, did I give in and allow myself to sink to Layton's level. It was toward the end of the month of July, on a Friday. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, going over some notes I had taken in class that morning, when Layton entered the apartment with the usual twelve pack of beer and what other groceries he had bought for himself. "Hey man! I gotta favor to ask of yah," he said as he walked toward the kitchen. "Uh, what?" I asked. "There's this cute guy I met a few weeks back named Jason. He's a drama major and dancer," Layton said, as he put away what he had bought. "So?" "Well, I think he's a good candidate for a three-way. You ever done one?" Layton asked, as he walked back into the living room. "Uh, well yeah. I jerked off with a couple of other guys a few times when I was a kid and another guy and I did one of and on with a girl one summer when I was thirteen," I replied, prompting Layton to laugh. "No, man! I mean a real three-way with another guy. You know, sucking and fucking and shit," Layton said. "Uh, no," I replied. "How about it then? I'm supposed to go over to his place tonight. You can come with me," Layton said. "Uh, really I don't think so. I need to study and I'm just not into that kind of thing," I replied. "Aw come on! I'll bet he'll do it. He says he knows you," Layton responded. "Knows me? Who is this guy?" I asked. "I told yah. His name's Jason, Jason Bowers," Layton said, and immediately I knew who he was talking about. Jason was a very cute guy, and the first time I had met him was at the "Gangplank," a bar that catered to gays and lesbians. Rather short, but well built, he had been in the chorus line in the university's production of "Hair" that spring, which I had attended. He wore his dark brown hair long on the sides with bangs in the front and he was an excellent dancer. However, his feminine ways were not really a turn on for me. So, other than the times I had run into him at the "Gangplank" and around campus, that had been my total association with him. "So, Jason asked you to set this up?" I asked. "Hell no! I'm just supposed to go over there later and had the idea that we might could get a three way goin, it's been a long time since I've done one," Layton responded. "Uh, I don't think so. Besides, how are you sure he's going to do anything, much less a three-way?" I replied. "Oh, I'm not worried about that. Hell, he's been sucking my cock and I've been fucking him for two weeks now. He'll do what I tell him," Layton said. "Jeez!" I exclaimed in response, rolling my eyes. "Look, you take your car and I'll take mine. If you don't like the way things are goin you can leave," Layton said. "Uh, thanks. Just the same I don't think so. Besides, I have to help with the inventory at the book store later," I said. "God! You're such a downer and drag! It's no wonder you don't get any sex!" Layton exclaimed, halfway furious. "Maybe I don't want any sex, and how would you know if I'm a downer or not?" I shot back. "Hell, anybody can see that! All you do is study and work at the fucking bookstore! Don't you ever want to have any fun?" Layton asked. "Uh, yeah! But, my kind of fun," I replied. "Oh God damn! You are such a fucking whimp!" Layton exclaimed. "I'll go!" I said, immediately wishing that I hadn't. "What?" "I'll go!" "Fucking alright!" Layton exclaimed in response, and pumped his fist in the air. Of course, I'd been torn between my own reservations about the whole thing, and not wanting to appear like a total whimp, I had given in to my ego and said yes. That evening, shortly after nine, I pulled my car into the parking lot of the apartment complex where Jason lived and headed up to the second floor landing toward his apartment. Layton had left earlier and by the time I arrived both he and Jason had margaritas going in the blender. For about an hour or so, we sat in the living room area and drank margaritas as we listened to the music on the stereo and chit chatted about things in general, nothing of a sexual nature entering into the conversation. Then, Jason began to rub his hand back and forth on Layton's thigh, and from the looks on both their faces I could tell things were about to head in a different direction. "Uh, you guys mind if I turn the television on and watch the Tonight Show? He's supposed to have a really good guest on tonight," I said lying through my teeth, for I had no idea whom his special guest would be. In response, both said they didn't care. So, as Jason went back to his fondling of Layton I got up off of the couch, turned off the stereo and then turned on the small television set. Then, I settled back upon the couch, hoping that whomever Carson had on that night would distract me from what was going on at the moment. As luck would have it, it was comedian George Carlan and I became intensely interested in the repartee between he and Johnny Carson, that is as intensely interested as one can be with the goings on at the other end of the couch. "Oh yeah! Fuck!" Layton soon exclaimed, and I glanced over and was greeted with the sight of Jason bobbing his mouth up and down on Layton's hard cock, which he had removed from beneath Layton's shorts. "Uh, look guys! I think I better be going. It's late," I said rising from the couch. "Oh! You don't have to go do you? You can sleep here if you want. The couch pulls out into a bed. Please stay!" Jason said, having taken his mouth off of Layton's cock long enough to speak. "Uh, well, I really should be going," I replied. "Oh please! Please stay!" Jason implored, with almost a panicked tone in his voice. "Uh, okay!" I said, and sat back down upon the couch and turned my attention back to the television. "Suck it harder! Take more of it!" Layton commanded, and I glanced over and noticed Jason was obediently really going to work on Jason's meat, over half of the big stalk disappearing into his mouth. Quickly, I turned my attention back to the television and tried to concentrate on Johnny and his guest, but it was futile. Layton's moans and the slurping noises where just too much, and soon my own cock was at its full eight inches straining to get out of my shorts. "Oh yeah! I'm gonna do it! Here it comes! Get it all!" Layton exclaimed, and as I glanced toward the other end of the couch this time I was greeted with the sight of Layton holding onto Jason's head rapidly fucking his cock into his mouth. I couldn't turn away. The lewdness of the whole scene held me spellbound, for I knew Layton must be filling Jason's mouth with his cum load and there was nothing Jason could do but continue to swallow until Layton finally let go of his head. "Now, get over there and get to work on my bud!" Layton said, as his softening cock exited Jason's mouth and flopped onto his stomach. Obediently and quickly, Jason scrambled toward the end of the couch where I sat and got on his knees between my legs. "Uh, look that's okay," I said, brushing his hand away as it reached for the waistband of my shorts. "It's okay. I gotta!" Jason said, almost with a touch of fear in his voice. "Quit talking and start sucking!" Layton commanded, and Jason quickly grabbed hold of my shorts and pulled the front of them down allowing my hard cock to spring free. It had been six months since a mouth had wrapped itself around my cock and any reservations I may have had went right out the window as Jason began to suck. I raised my hips and allowed my shorts to be pulled down to my ankles and sat back and let him go to work. Jason was an excellent cocksucker and the living room was soon filled with my moans and groans as he swirled his tongue on the head of my cock and sucked away, bobbing his head up and down on my meat. Naturally, it didn't take me long to cum, and much sooner than I would have liked, I cried out and began to blow my load into Jason's mouth. Afterward, I helped Jason unfold the bed from the couch and put the sheets on it while Layton went and showered. For all intents and purposes I figured that was then end of any sexual escapades for the evening, at least as far as I was concerned, and I made the comment that I was tired and said good night to Jason. Then, after he had gone into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, I climbed into the fold out bed, figuring that Jason and Layton would do whatever they were going to do in the bedroom behind the closed door. Once I was alone, it didn't take me long to go to sleep. I was tired. That and the effects of the five margaritas I had drunk had me out in no time. Then, some time later, I don't know how long it was, I was startled awake by a naked body snuggling up against mine. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed and rolled over. It was Jason. "You can't go to sleep yet. Come on in the bedroom with us," he said. "Uh, look. It's okay. I'm tired," I said. "Please! You gotta! He'll get mad if you don't," Jason replied. "I'd rather not," I replied. "Oh please! He'll be rougher with me if you don't," Jason said, and grabbed my hand. "Rougher with you?" I asked rather loudly. "Shhhhhhh! You don't understand. Now come on!" Jason whispered, and grabbed hold of my hand again and began to pull me up off of the bed. The light from the parking lot that filtered through the curtains in the bedroom cast a dull glow into the room and as we entered I could see Layton lying on his back on the bed with his hands behind his head as Jason led me into the bedroom. Layton's dick was noticeably hard and gleaming with what I figured must have been Jason's spit. "I knew you'd want some action," Layton said, and smiled. "Uh, yeah I guess," I said, and allowed myself to be pulled down onto the bed by Jason, who still had hold of my hand. "Suck that cock of his!" Layton immediately commanded, rising up off of his back. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, as I lay back upon the bed and Jason got on all fours between my legs and took my flaccid penis into his mouth and began to suck. "We gotta get this baby warmed up!" Layton said, as he positioned himself behind Jason. Immediately, I thought I knew what was going to happen and I wasn't wrong. "Whap!" Came the sound of Layton's hand as he slapped Jason's bubble butt. "Mmmmpppffff!" Layton exclaimed, his mouth full of my dick. "Whap! Whap! Whap! Gotta get this boy's pussy hot!" Layton proclaimed. "Mmmmmmpppffff! Mmmmmpppfff! Mmmmppppffff!" Jason went, as he sucked away on my cock. "Oh yeah! Hot pussy now!" Layton eventually said, and again I knew what was about to happen, as Layton took hold of his cock and aimed it at Jason's butt. "MMMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFF!" Jason exclaimed, and I knew Layton had roughly shoved his cock into Jason's rectum. For some time, Layton fucked Jason as he sucked my cock; his groin making smacking sounds against Jason's tight bubble butt as he did so. Then, he stopped and pulled his cock out. "You can suck my cock now, cunt!" Layton said roughly, and Jason took his mouth off of my cock and moved over toward Layton, who had lain back upon the bed again. As first I was shocked, as Jason began to slurp away on Layton's cock, for I knew where it had just been. Then, I was even more surprised. "Fuck him! He's all warmed up!" Layton said. "Uh, I don't know," I replied. "Go ahead! He loves it! Fuck his ass! Do it!" Layton implored. "Uh, shouldn't I use a condom?" I asked, thinking about where my cock would be going and not really liking the idea of getting shit on my dick. "Fuck no! He flushed himself out before either of us got here! Stick it in his ass!" Layton replied. Slowly, I repositioned myself upon the bed until I was behind Jason's upturned butt, and then stared at the open crack and slightly dilated hole illuminated by the glow from the lights of the parking lot. "Go on! Do it! Stick it in his ass!" Layton said in a commanding tone. Somewhat reluctantly, I grabbed hold of my hard cock and guided it toward the target. I say reluctantly because I had never had my penis in anything but a mouth, and on a few occasions a pussy, and this was going to be something totally new. "Fuck him damn it!" Layton hollered, and I pushed forward. "Mmmmmmmpppppppfffffff!" Jason exclaimed in response, for I may not have had the length Layton had but my eight-inch cock is really thick. "Oh fuck!" I hollered, as my cock was enveloped within the tight warmth of Jason's rectum, for I had never felt anything so good in my life. It was all so dirty, so nasty, and so hot! There was Jason sucking away on Layton's cock and making odd noises as I began to fuck his bottom. Instinctively, I grabbed hold of Jason's hips with my hands and began to plow his behind in earnest, making grunting noises myself as I fucked that beautiful bubble butt of his. "That's it! Fuck him good! Do it harder! Pound his ass!" Layton commanded, and I obliged. Jason's whole body shook with every one of my thrusts and I began to "long dick" him by pulling my cock all the way out and slamming it all the way back as hard and as deep as I could. My senses went on overload. I was lost in the obsession of fucking butt, Jason's muffled grunts only fueling the fire. For awhile, I would fuck Jason's ass. Then, when I felt like I was getting close to cumming, I would stop for a bit, the start up again. Although that did enable me to fuck him longer, there was eventually no way I could postpone the inevitable and I began to "rabbit fuck" Jason's butt as I felt my cum load start to boil upward from my balls. "Fucking damn! Shit! Fuck!" I hollered, and proceeded to blow my load deep into Jason's insides, forcing a loud grunt from him as he still slurped away on Layton's cock. "My turn now! Suck his cock! I'm gonna fuck your pussy ass!" Layton said roughly to Jason, and began to re-position himself upon the bed as I pulled my cock out of Jason's butt and lay down upon my back on the bed. As commanded, Jason slurped my cock into his mouth, not thinking about it for one moment that it had just been up his butt, and Layton began to fuck him even harder than I had done while he slurped on my cock. Then, after Layton had bellowed like a bull, blown his load up Jason's butt, and pulled his cock out, Jason quickly took his mouth off of my cock. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Jason exclaimed, and quickly got up off of the bed and ran toward the bathroom, prompting Layton to laugh. "What's wrong?" I asked. "He's probably shitting out cum! You're probably the first person that's ever blown a load up his butt and I know I'm probably the second, cause I always pull out and jerk it off. Not this time though! Not after you decided to fill him up!" Layton replied, and chuckled. Slowly, I got up out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Sure enough, Jason was sitting on the toilet crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. I just feel so dirty that's all! No one has ever cummed in my butt before," he replied, and sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Look, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that," I said. "It's okay," Jason said, and sniffed again as he reached for the toilet paper. I wish I could say that I left right after that. However, I spent the night, although I didn't get much sleep, not with the goings on in the bedroom, which I could easily overhear through the closed bedroom door as I lay upon the pull out bed in the living room. "That's it! Eat my hole! Get more tongue in there!" Layton commanded, and I could visualize Layton with his legs spread back and Jason trying to burrow his tongue into his shit hole as far as he could. Of course, Layton fucked Jason again, and Layton smacked his butt cheeks with his hand, almost continually, as he did so. In fact, I began to wince as the blows fell and shuddered as Jason's yelps turned to loud howls. Obviously, Layton intended for it to be a brutal fuck and it was, so much so that it was obvious when Layton was blowing another load up Jason's butt because he bellowed as he came and Jason began to sob, more from relief than anything else, I suspected. After that, it quieted down and I went to sleep. Early the next morning, I slipped out when I awakened without telling either Jason or Layton good bye, since they both were still asleep. Naturally, when Layton eventually showed up back at the apartment Sunday morning, he took great delight in telling me about all that had gone on after I had left and proudly proclaimed that Jason was now his total "total fuck bitch," as he put it. And, I guess it was true. For the remaining weeks of summer school Layton was rarely around the apartment. Yet, every now and then he would show up. When he did, he took great delight in telling me all the things he and Jason had done. Things like how he had met two black guys at a bar and had taken them over to Jason's and they all used his mouth and ass all weekend long. Or, how he and Jason had gone to Dallas so they could hook up with two guys that were heavily into S and M. Evidently, when they had finished doing everything else with Jason they wanted, they had strung him up and given him his first fist fuck. Naturally, Layton took great delight in telling me how Jason had squealed and screamed in panic the whole time. As a result of that little revelation, it was obvious that the whole situation with Layton and Jason was just sinking deeper and deeper into depravity. Finally, I blew my stack and told Layton that I didn't want to hear one thing more about anything that involved he and Jason. Rightly or wrongly, I had lost all sympathy for Jason and realized that he had to be enjoying Layton's obviously dominant and sadistic personality, and was probably just as kinky about the whole relationship as Layton was. Layton moved out at the end of the summer and I never saw or heard from him again. The same was true of Jason, although I did hear someone say, months later, that he had gone to California to audition for a dance company. It was a long time before I was ever involved in another three-way, and it was certainly much more gentle and loving. However, I never will forget the one with Layton and Jason, for it was a memorable experience to say the least. The End