Date: Tue, 9 Mar 1999 05:24:36 EST From: Justin Subject: TexasTails:Raymond (Part Two) Standard Disclaimer: This story is a graphic account of sex between teenaged boys. If you object to such material or find it offensive then do not read it. If you are not at least 18 you should not read this story. The author retains all copyrights to this story and all others in the series. Any use, other than for the private use of those persons who read or print these stories, must have the consent of the author. Texas Tails: Raymond Part Two by Justin Davis As I said in part one of this story, Raymond and I became very close that summer. As the next few weeks passed the teasing from the other boys died down a lot. When one of the other guys would start to tease me Raymond would just look at them with a glare and that was enough to put a stop to it. Although he was but a few months older than the other guys, Raymond's physical features were already more man-like than boy-like. He was by stronger by far than any of us. His main purpose for working in the hay fields that summer was to build himself up for football team, and as with all of us, lifting the hay bails did begun to develop his body. Raymond and his family had lived in the community a little over a year. I knew little about him, except that Chris, a friend of mine, lived near him and had clued him in on the place at the river where we all went to swim. The fact that we always swum naked, and sometimes engaged in circle jerks, had given me more of an appreciation for Raymond's anatomy and ability to shoot loads of cum than anything else. Raymond hadn't been far wrong in what he had said about my anatomy either. With the exception of Raymond, I did have the biggest dick of anybody in the group. Although I had just a trace of hair around my pubic area I was a little over six inches in length when I got hard and about four when not erect. By the time I graduated from high school I would have just a little over eight. Whether it was the hormones that were surging through my body, or just the sexual part of me awakening, I didn't know. What I did know, though, was that after those swim sessions, and for days afterward, I would get hard and beat off thinking about them. I began to visualize holding Raymond's dick in my hands, putting it in my mouth, and all kinds of other things. So, for almost a year my deepest darkest secrets had been focused on Raymond. It was almost the end of June when we had about a week of rainy weather. That prevented us from cutting or bailing any hay and I was miserable. There was plenty of work to do around our place and my dad made sure I didn't sit idle, but I wanted to be back in the hay fields because that meant I would be with Raymond. I was surprised, about mid-week, when I came home from town with my dad, and my mom said some kid named Raymond had called and that the number was on the pad by the kitchen phone. Hurriedly, I went to the kitchen and dialed the number. Raymond answered. "Hey man, what's going on?" he asked. "Kinda slow around here," I replied. "My dad has been letting me drive the old pickup. You wanna go to the river for a swim? I'll come by and get you," he said. "Sure!" I replied. "Let me check it out with my mom." It was cool with my folks so I told Raymond it was okay. He said he would pick me up in about half and hour. Not content to just sit and wait, I said goodbye to my parents and walked down the dirt road from the house to the highway and waited by the mailbox for Raymond to pick me up. It was after one o'clock in the afternoon and the sun, which had already burned through the clouds, was beginning to bake off the moisture from the three days of rain we had had. As I stood there waiting, I thought about how it would only be a couple of more days and things would be dry enough again to start bailing hay. That meant I would have some more money to spend. As I was going over in my mind the ways I was going to spend it the sound of the old green pickup brought me back to reality. Without a doubt, the old truck needed a new muffler, and from the light blue wisps of smoke, probably a ring job or a gasket or two. Raymond pulled the truck over and stopped. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Come on man, hop in!" he said. The door creaked a little as I opened it and again as I hopped in the seat and slammed it behind me. I looked at Raymond and he was still grinning. "Yeah, I know, it is a piece of shit," he said. "But it's mine," he added. I laughed. He had me there. It was more truck than I was going to have for awhile. "Well, it ain't that bad," I replied. Raymond started the truck down the highway toward the river and on the way there he talked excitedly about how he was going to fix up the truck with the money he was making from his job loading and hauling hay. I volunteered to help him and we talked about some of the things we could do to fix up the old truck. The fact that neither one of us had a driver's license didn't even enter into the conversation. In rural areas, driving around on ranch roads, a license is not that big of an issue. I had been driving my dad's truck since I was ten. It wasn't long until we got to the river and drove up the dirt road that led to the spot where us guys usually went swimming. Right away I noticed that no one else was around. That was cool. It would just be Raymond and me. In fact, it would be the first time that he and I had ever gotten together to do anything when it was just him and me. Raymond pulled the truck under the shade of one of the water oaks and we got out and walked down to the river. The swimming hole, as we referred to it, was not really a hole at all. It was a place where the slowly moving current of the river had decided to deposit lots of sand. This had the effect of creating a sand bar about a hundred or so feet in length ,and about twenty or so in width, from which you could walk out into or jump into the water. When we got to the sand Raymond and I quickly took off our boots and began to strip. I tried not to be too obvious as I watched Raymond, finally down to his white boxers, pull them down and let them fall to his ankles. His dick swung a little as he stepped out of them. I felt my own dick twitch at the sight. Hurriedly, before I could start to get an erection, I peeled off my boxers and ran and jumped in the water. The water was cold, and the shock of it made me forget, for a time, the sensations that had started to creep into my groin. Raymond followed suit, diving in right behind me. We cavorted and played for what must have been and hour; each of us taking turns swinging from the rope which was tied to one of the branches of a big oak tree. We would swing out like Tarzan and let go of the rope when we were out over the water. This had the effect of allowing us to flip, or spin, or summersault before we hit the water. Now, as then, I have a problem with getting water trapped in my ears. It wasn't long, therefore, before I stayed in the water and paddled around while watching Raymond continue to swing from the rope and do his acrobatics and fall into the water. The feelings that the coolness of the water had taken away began to creep back. >From the water, looking back toward the bank, I would watch Raymond climb up the tree branch to the rope, grab hold, and swing out, his wet body glistening in the sunlight as he swung out and let go. My eyes began to take in each and every part of him. I watched his dick swing wildly and flop as he would let go of the rope. I stared at the muscles of his stomach that rippled as he climbed the branch to the rope. My eyes could not help but be captivated by the firm cheeks of his buttocks that would bounce a little as he walked away from me out of the water and headed back toward the tree again. I got an erection. Raymond urged me on several times to come join him again. Using my ears as an excuse, I remained in the water, hiding the fact that I had a raging hard on. What was I going to do? I decided that if I timed it just right I could get out of the water and make it to the sand and lie down on my stomach before Raymond could start back to shore from one of his drops into the water. I waited for him to swing out, and while he was on his way down, quickly got out of the water, ran to the sand bar, and laid face down on the sand, my hard dick hidden safely under me. Raymond swung on the rope a few more times and eventually came and laid down beside me on his back. Oh God, I thought, I was having a difficult enough time dealing with looking at him from a distance. Now he wasn't a foot away from me. I lay on my stomach with my head turned away from him so I couldn't see him. I was afraid to look at him. I was still hard. We made small talk for awhile, about his truck, about when we would probably start loading hay again, and about stuff in general. The distraction helped and my dick got soft enough where I felt comfortable enough to roll over on my back. "Geez Jus, you got sand all over your front," Raymond said looking at me. "Yeah, guess so," I replied as I looked over at him and my eyes met his. Raymond was grinning at me. I started to brush the sand off my stomach, my pubes and my legs. What happened next was both a shock and a dream come true at the same time. Raymond rolled over on his side and reached out and began to help me brush off the sand. My body reacted with a jerk at his touch. Raymond drew his hand back. "Shit man, I'm sorry," he said. "I was just trying to help you." "It's okay," I said as I continued to brush the sand off of me. "You just don't understand." Shit, I couldn't believe I had said those words. Raymond laid back down and put his hands behind his head. "Yeah, I think I do understand you man," he said as he lay back with his eyes closed against the sun's glare. "What do you mean by that?" I asked as I continued to brush the sand off of my front. "Justin, do you like me?" he asked. "Sure I like you man, you're a neat guy," I said as I looked over at him. "Well, how about my body?" he asked. "Do you like my body?" "It's okay," I said. I could not believe what a stupid answer I had given. Raymond was drop-dead fucking perfect in every way. I wanted to dive on top of him, feel him, rest my head on his shoulders. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that he was beautiful. "I mean you don't think its weird or anything that I like your body do you?' he asked me. I just sat stunned for a second. The thought had never crossed my mind that Raymond would like the way I looked. I was just shy of thirteen. He was almost sixteen. I just figured I must have looked like a dork to him. That is what I thought I looked like. "Naw, I don't think its weird," I replied. "I like your body too, really," I said as I lay on my back and looked over at him. Raymond smiled. "What do you really think about me Jus?" he asked. My heart was pounding in my chest as if it was going to explode. I couldn't hold it back. I just couldn't. For better or worse I had to let it go. "You are one fucking hot dude. I think you are the fucking hottest guy anywhere around," I blurted out. He smiled, and as my eyes met his, he looked down into me. "Justin, can I hold you?" he asked. "You won't think I queer or nothing will you?" He had said the words so softly that it was almost a whisper. Could he hold me? Shit yes he could. I knew then and there what was gonna happen. I just didn't know how good it was all going to be. I don't think Raymond did either. I looked at his eyes and down at his cock. He was hard. I then realized I was too. I had been so absorbed in our conversation that I had forgotten my dick often had a mind of its own. "No, I won't think you are a fag," I said. Raymond reached over and pulled me toward him and held me tight in his arms. He shivered a little as our bodies met, my hard dick pressing into his stomach and his pressing into mine. I think at that instant, if we could have, we would have blended our bodies into one.