Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 18:23:45 EST From: Justin Subject: Texas Tails: Zach 1 Standard Disclaimer: The following story is a detailed account of sex between teenaged boys. If the subject matter offends you do not read it. If you are under 18 years of age you should not read this story. Additionally, the stories in the "Texas Tales" series are true stories. Some readers may have noticed, or taken offense, that in the first stories there is very little "safe sex" practiced. STD's were something that we didn't think much about in the rural area where I grew up. However, in our high school health classes we were made aware of the risks of unprotected sex. By the time I was fifteen, the use of condoms became the norm if intercourse was involved. "Safe sex" is the only way to go and should be practiced by everyone. The author retains all copyrights to this story and others in "Texas Tails." All names, with the exception of mine, have been changed to protect others. I hope you enjoy the following story. Texas Tails: Zach 01 by Justin Davis The summer before my 8th grade year, and my time with Raymond, ended rather abruptly in mid-August when the hay season was over and Raymond started football practice. Unlike most kids in our community, I had no desire to play football so I was left with some idle time on my hands in the weeks before school started. My Dad found plenty for me to help him with and it was a welcome break when I could get on my bike and head down to the river and join the guys, if they were there, for a swim. Sometimes there would be a group there and sometimes, as Raymond and I have been lucky enough to find out the first time we had sex together, there would be know one there at all. Most of the guys that would be there swimming were about my age, around thirteen, except for Zach. Zach was fifteen and kind of slow. He was a nice guy but just didn't seem to have it all together like everyone else. At fifteen, he was still in the 8th grade. Zach's enduring quality, to most of us, was that he liked to suck dick. Imagine, if you will, five or six of us, all thirteen, horny and hard at a moments notice, having that opportunity. We took advantage of it every time we could. Sometimes, when there would be a bunch of us there at the river, Zach would show up and swing on the rope and splash in the water and goof around with the rest of us. Almost always, someone, usually Chris, would start egging Zach on. "Hey Zach, how about giving us a blow job," he would say wiggling his half- hard dick with his hand. What followed was always the same. Zach would blush and turn red, protest, and give all kinds of bullshit excuses as to why he couldn't or wouldn't. Then he would give in. "Alright, who wants it first?" he would say and kneel down waiting. One by one he would suck us off. We would all stand by and watch as each of us, in turn, got a blow job from Zach. Each of us would stroke our dicks, eagerly waiting our turn. One by one we would face-fuck him and he would suck us dry as we groaned and squirmed and shot our loads. Since I was horny most of the time, for me it was something different than beating off and thinking about Raymond. When you are thirteen and horny any hole you can put your dick into is a wonderful thing. Zach wasn't a bad looking kid. The fact that he acted kind of goofy probably made us look at his manner more than his physical appearance. He was very tall for his age and built somewhat like a funnel. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a waist that was so small it was almost like a girl's. In fact, his hips were shaped very much like a girl's. He already had a heavy growth of pubic hair and a trail that led from his navel down to it. In the dick department he really had nothing to be ashamed of. More often than not, Zach would jerk himself off while he was giving us a blow job so we had all seen him hard and we had seen him shoot his load several times. Because of that, I knew that Zach's dick was about the same size as mine, which meant he had right at six inches. Sometimes when I lay in bed at night, I would think about those times at the river, if I wasn't thinking about Raymond, and feel sorry for Zach. Most of all, though, I began to sorry for myself. Slowly, but gradually, I came to the realization that deep down inside I wanted to be the one on my knees in front of the rest of the guys. I wanted to be the one sucking them. It was hypocrisy at its best. I decided, at some point, that I wouldn't let Zach do me in front of the other guys anymore. It didn't seem right some how. I guess, even at thirteen, I was developing some kind of conscience. On three separate occasions, when the guys would all line up to get their blow job from Zach, I would wonder off back into the water or swing out onto the rope and drop in, anything to be removed from what was going on. As usual, after everyone had gotten their rocks off, Zach would put on his clothes, get on his bike, and ride off, not hearing the caddy comments that the guys would make behind his back. School started the last of August and I was particularly pissed that I had gotten the history teacher I had. She was known for being a tough old bitch and the first day of class was like being introduced to the prison camp commander. The week went by slowly. I wasn't sure I was going to like 8th grade at all. The first weekend came, none too soon for me, and after helping my dad vaccinate some calves on Saturday morning I was free for the rest of the day. I decided, for some reason, that I would go to the river for a swim. It was still hot and I wanted the chance just to get away and play. I hopped on my bike and began to peddle the three miles to the river. When I got there it was obvious that no one was there. In a way, I was disappointed. Generally, some of the guys I bummed around with would be there. Quickly, I took off my clothes and climbed up the water oak, took hold of the rope, and swung out over the water. As I dropped in, the coolness of the water felt good. I swam back to the shore and repeated the process over and over again, eventually just paddling around on my back. It was then that I noticed Zach. "Hey Zach!" I shouted. "Come on in." He smiled and began to strip off his shorts, shirt, and tennis shoes. Once naked, he climbed up the water oak and swung out over the water and dropped in and joined me. We goofed around in the water for awhile and eventually went out and laid on the sand bar, the same place where Raymond and I had first made love to each other. I can't say that that thought crossed my mind then though. We both sat down on the sand and made small talk about the weather, school, me helping my dad that morning, the usual bullshit. Then Zach startled me. "Justin, you mind if I ask you something?" he said. "Nope," I replied. "How come you won't let me suck you anymore?" I didn't know what to say. "Don't you like me?" he continued. I fought for the words. What does a thirteen-year-old kid say in a situation like that? "Zach it's not because I don't like you. It's just not right," I said. "What?" he asked. "Zach, I think you are a cool guy, really!" I added. "It's just not right you sucking us and all and getting laughed at and everything. You know those guys are gonna tease you about it," I said almost in desperation. "Yeah, I know," he replied and lowered his head. I looked at him, with his head hanging down between his knees, and tears started to collect in my eyes. Deep down inside I hurt for him. Zach had never been lucky enough to have the feelings I had had with Raymond. Zach didn't have, and probably never would have, anyone like that. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Zach, can I suck you?" I asked. "Huh?" he asked as he jerked up his head and looked at me. "I want to suck you Zach," I said. "Oh, that's okay you don't have to do that, man," he said almost like he was embarrassed or something. "I want to," I said in a serious voice. With that, I leaned over and moved my head toward his crotch. Zach shook, almost as from fear, as I took his dick in my hand and put the head of it into my mouth. He groaned and laid back as I continued to work on him. He got harder by the second. For some reason, at that moment, Zach's body was the prettiest thing in the world to me. He had a beautiful dick. I took all of him into my mouth, something I could do because of my sessions with Raymond, and he moaned louder and louder as I slowly took all of him down in my mouth and buried my nose in his pubes. In the back of my mind, at that instant, I became determined to make this the best blow job Zach had ever had, if he had ever had one at all.