Raoul

We all have many points in our life that we look back on as milestones. Raoul was a big one in my life. He called himself Gary instead of Raoul. He was embarrassed about his ancestry, half Mexican half American. I always thought it was a shame. I used to tease him by calling him Raoul instead of Gary, not to be mean really, to show him how silly he was. Sometimes I would drag his name out and make it sound like a wolf howling - Raoooooooooul. He hated it but he would laugh. If anyone else did it he got upset, but he always let me tease him. He had the biggest smile, his cheeks would puff out, like a happy face drawing. He had a very round face.

There were a bunch of us that hung around together. I was 20 years old, Raoul and Ricky were 18. I had this crush on Ricky that just would not go away. When we were younger we used to camp out together sometimes on Kings Ranch, way up on a hill, up above the creek, where the steer grazed during the day. You had to watch your step! One time it was Ricky, Gary(Raoul), Ricky's cousin Anthony and myself. About midnight we all were getting in our sleeping bags. I suggested that we should have a jerk off contest, to see who could cum first. Ricky thought it was gross, he went to sleep in the back of my mothers car. It was a 1963 Dodge Dart hardtop with pushbutton automatic and a slant six. I had a booster amp and an FM converter on the radio, with a pair of 6x9 speakers on the rear deck.

Anthony would not jerk off with us, he thought it was a sin, wanted nothing to do with it, but he was mesmerized, soaking it all in. Anthony was an altar boy. I certainly was not. So it was just Gary and I, and for me it was very erotic, so I was ooohing and aaaahing as I stroked myself. Gary kept laughing at me. I came really fast, a huge load like teenagers do. Gary refused to believe I could have cum so fast so I opened my sleeping bag wide and shined the flashlight on the big puddle of cum on my chest, then I aimed it at my cock, it was still hard, and Gary and Anthony stared at my crotch. Then I offered to help Gary finish, I think he might have let me, but Anthony got really grossed out. So I just opened up Gary's sleeping bag and Anthony and I watched him cum.

One night, about two years later, we were in my bedroom, listening to The Byrds and smoking dope. Gary(Raoul), Ricky and I. We had just discovered pot. We were all very high. I kept coming on to Ricky. I wanted to blow him and I told him so in very clear terms. Ricky was straight, very straight, and the last thing on Earth that he wanted was a blowjob from me. But he was so cute, extremely thin, the tiniest ass, perfectly round, his jeans were so tight on that ass. I used to grab it all the time. His legs were so thin, so extremely thin, they were amazing to see. We had been friends for 15 years, so he put up with it, and we sort of pretended that it was boyish play. But this night I was not playing, I wanted to suck Ricky's cock and I said so in unmistakable terms. I put my hand on his tiny thigh, so hard and firm, so very masculine. Ricky and I were sitting on my bed. Raoul was stretched out on my brother's bed, on his side. I moved closer to Ricky.

We were so very high. I told Ricky that Raoul could be his witness that it was all my idea. Ricky was disgusted. He left.

We had what were called trundle beds, my brother and I, my bed rolled under his so you could walk around more easily. My family was far from rich. My father had been dead for 6 years. Raoul was spread out on my brothers bed above me. Just the two of us now. I was hot, so hot, I guess Raoul was too. After Ricky left Raoul started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. He was staring at me. I could see he had a hardon. He kept rubbing himself, staring, rubbing, staring. I felt like his hand on his crotch was hypnotizing me. Raoul was very horny. I was more horny than I had ever been before in my life. I had never sucked a guy, I wanted to more than anything else in the world. Raoul kept rubbing himself through his jeans, staring at me, his eyes were drilling into my head. I felt like he was in control of me.

I gathered enough of my strength to speak.

"Gary, you can jerk off if you want to. I know I made you

horny by talking to Ricky that way. I don't mind."

"I don't want to jerk off..." He unzipped his fly and pulled

out just his cock, through the fly of his underwear, it was

very hard. It was beautiful "... I want you to blow me."

His cock was thick. It wasn't terribly long, but it was extremely erect. I did not say a word. I knelt on my bed, moved slowly toward him, and for the first time, for the very first time in my life, I took a guys cock in my mouth. My body was tingling all over. Every cell in my body, dancing with joy, finally, at last, after so many dreams, so many jerk off sessions, so many cute guys, I had a cock in my mouth.

I never thought Gary (Raoul) was attractive. He wasn't "my type". I liked guys that were very thin. Like Ricky. But I had my mouth around Gary's cock and it was wonderful. I knew I was supposed to go up and down, but with him laying on his side I had to go back and forth. My motion made my bed move. The wheels squeaked. My sister and my mother were downstairs. It was a small house. Squeak, squeak, squeak as I bobbed back and forth. I caught a glimpse of his face now and then, he was watching me on his cock, smiling. His cock got so wet! My saliva all over it. It felt so good in my mouth, like it belonged there. I thought I was outside my body, watching myself sucking him. I loved it when my nose pressed against his underwear. Soft cotton with yellow stains. The smell was so nice, the cotton so soft, his cock was so hard. I went faster, the noise got louder, very regular, my stereo had stopped. Faster, louder, squeak, squeak, squeak. I could not believe I was actually doing this. I was really giving a guy head.

Gary spoke "Won't your mother hear that noise?"

"Mmmmm"

"Steve!"

"Mmmmm"

"Man, I wish I could cum!"

I stopped abruptly and pulled right off his cock, instantly.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to do that anymore"

"Why, it feels good man, it really feels good!"

"Not if you can't cum. Come on, I'll give you a ride home."

It was probably the most feeble attempt at a blowjob in history. I had no affection for Gary, no desire, I just wanted a cock. He was so nervous about the noise, afraid my mother would come upstairs, he could not relax. I didn't say a word in my grey 1966 Ford Falcon. I just drove him home, 2 miles. I was the only one in our circle of friends with a car and a full time job. Ricky and Gary were seniors in High School. I always had dope. At his door I just said goodbye. I went home and jerked off for hours, until I was sore, I must have cum three times. I felt horrible and excited. I knew I wasn't queer but I knew I had liked having his cock in my mouth. I was very confused and hornier than ever. I finally slept and I had a dream about Ricky, he was naked, I was kneeling in front of him, he was fucking my face.

Raoul (Gary) and I acted like nothing had happened. I only felt guilty around him. I still wanted Ricky, I wanted him so bad, it was torture to see him. I got erections every time I laid eyes on him. But I wanted nothing to do with Gary sexually, I felt really guilty, catholic guilt, a lot of it, the worst kind.

About two months later Joe and Gary and I were riding around in my car. We ran into John at a hot dog stand. He told us to come to his car. He had this killer weed. It was not like anything I had ever smoked before, John said it was cut with something. We got extremely high, I got very horny. It was late, Joe had to go home, Joe and Gary and I headed to Joe's house. Everybody was horny, even Joe felt it, we made jokes about camping out in a cemetery and butt fucking each other, just jokes, the way young guys do.

We dropped Joe off and it was very quiet in the car, just Raoul(Gary) and I now, tension you could cut with a knife. I told him we could still go to a cemetery, just the two of us, and we could take turns fucking each other. It was one of those ways of turning the conversation around, a verbal ploy, trying to get him to talk. He spoke to me.

"That's not what I want to do. I want you to finish

the job."

"Huh?"

"I want you to blow me."

I could not speak, I knew I wanted to, I could not say that.

"Well ?"

"Steve, aren't you going to say anything ?"

"Hello, Steve ?"

We were in Stottsville, on the curve, there was this little dirt road up ahead, Timaqula road. We used to go skinny dipping together a mile down the road, where the railroad bridge went over the creek. I used to try to grab Gary's cock under the water when we went there. He was the only guy that would let me do that. He liked it. It was an erotic place for me. My car seemed to turn left on it's own, no thinking involved, no intention. I drove about a quarter of a mile to this burnt out house and pulled the car into the driveway, beside the house, where no one could see it at all. I still had not said a word. I turned the engine off. I shut the lights off. Darkness. Silence. We could hear the crickets chirping. The moon was nearly full and the moonlight was streaming in through my windshield. Gary pulled his pants down below his knees, underwear and all, suddenly, swiftly, and I saw his whole crotch in the moonlight, his stiff cock pointing up, the head dark in the moonlight. His gorgeous balls, his smooth tan legs, much darker than me. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. A guy pulling his pants down in the front seat of my car, for me to do him. He had a very nice cock. Not a word was spoken, the silence was very loud. I looked for just a second, then I bent over, the car had a bench seat, cloth upholstery, grey with black threads, he was ready for me, waiting for my lips on his cock.

This time I was not thinking about Ricky, I wanted Gary in my mouth. My tongue touched the end of his penis, oh, it tasted so good, my lips around the head, I pushed down until my nose pressed against his pubic hair, what a smell, back up again until just the head of his wonderful cock was in my mouth, now down, slowly, savoring it. I put my left hand on his balls and he moaned. Faster, up and down, a tingling sensation, sheer joy, this can't be real, my whole body was excited. Oh it was wonderful, and this time Gary was into it too. He was moaning, he was moving his hips, my fingers were playing with his balls. I moved my hand down to the bit of skin between his balls and his butt hole, the perineum and I pressed. He said it felt good. He said it was very good. I was glad because I was enjoying it too.

I remember thinking that some people said what I was doing was bad. This couldn't be bad, it was wonderful. Gary said it was great again and he asked me if it would be OK if I went a little faster. He wanted to cum, I wanted him to cum. I went faster, a lot faster, I was bouncing up and down on his cock, so fast, so wet, each thrust a pleasure for both of us, he got loud.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,Oh, OHHHH!"

Quickly I put my hand back on his balls, they were almost pulled up inside of him, hard, tight, smaller. The gentlest squeeze. He lifted his ass way up off the seat, pushed hard against my face, and he shot his load right into my throat. Some of it ran down into my mouth, it was fantastic, what a taste, I loved it. Gary told me I could stop now, so I did.

"Man, that was good Steve, I hope you enjoyed it as much as

I did"

I nodded my head. My throat felt funny.

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