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The first part of this story is not sex, but it does set the stage for some of the best sex I've ever had, so if sex is all you want, scroll down a lot more. and if you didn't read my first story (My Best Friend James) well, you might want to start there. That experience was definitely hot for me. I live in Louisiana, a born and bred southerner, from a French speaking, large family, my parents speak French all of the time, we don't, but I think most of us have heard it so much, we understand most of what they say and can even speak it when forced to. We are definitely Cajun, so if you never met a true Cajun, only heard the name Cajun, only tasted Cajun food, well now you've met your first full blooded Cajun. The last couple of weeks have been some of the wettest on record here in Louisiana. Its rained hard and heavy during the weekdays but fortunately, the weekends have been sunny and real nice. Last week was no exception and when the weekend came round things were like spring time. Each year at about this time, all of my brothers come home to help dad with the cattle counting. My dad has a quite a few head of cattle and this is the time of the year that the calves are dropping. Because of the rains, he's not been able to check the new calves. So last Saturday, we all assembled at the farm early in the morning to help dad. Its an annual event, but today was certainly going to be different because we couldn't use only trucks to do the cattle checking. Too much mud! This year it had to be done on horseback. I know I was looking forward to it, but also nervous, cause its not every day you have to rely on "cowboy" skills that you aren't even certain you still have. We all grew up with horses and I still ride every chance I get, but this was going to be different than just riding. My two older brothers Mike and Scotty plus me, and 16 yr. old, Kevin were going to be the riders for the day. All of us have some riding skills. Kevin's probably the best rider even though he's the youngest because he does local rodeos with the 4-H group at, High School. We all did the same thing but that was some years ago for most of us. My Dad was in his truck and had a 4-wheeler in the back of the truck to help out if a cow and calf need to be relocated. And my the two youngest brothers Josh and Jacob (you remember Jacob from the first story) were riding with either dad or my friend James. So, everyone was involved in this event. Normally its just the sons who help my father with this, since there are so many of us This year I asked and quickly got permission to have James join us for the day. James drove another truck and pulled a trailer to the levee site where the cattle are. We started at 6 am. I got very little sleep the night before because I was so anxious. I still live at home in an upstairs garage apartment, originally built for visiting friends and relatives. As we grew up my dad decided to let the oldest son Mike, have the apartment. It became a tradition beginning with Mike. From the very beginning the apartment was christened the "penthouse" by Mike and till this day we all refer to it by that name. When Mike moved out on his own, Scotty move in, When he moved out I moved it was my turn. I got to move in to the Penthouse during my senior year in high school. Boy was that a real treat for me. It was perhaps the best things that could have happened to me during my last year in school. My dad has always been generous and somewhat lenient to us, but there are "penthouse" rules that we could never break, or face being kicked out. Namely no girls are allowed at night, under any circumstances. I never broke the rule and I'm not certain, but I don't think my brothers did either. Anyway that's where I live now so, I still enjoy being at home but in a way having my own place, too. I often have male friends spend the night and I've had some good parties there. As the day began, we mounted up and rode horses through the back pastures and down the gravel roads leading towards the levee and followed the levee to the area where the cattle are. The rest of the day was spent checking all of the cattle (seemed like thousands, probably hundreds!) and we did find a number of cows with undersize youngins that had to be relocated. That's where our skills came in. Rounding up the cows and calves is not easy. Most of the ones that needed relocating were so weak that they had to be chased and caught, tied and carted to the trailer by my dad on the 4 wheeler. Usually it took a while to catch each one cause we had to get the right mother cow to follow the 4-wheeler back and in some cases the calf was placed on the back of a horse and cow would follow the horse, it was slow and tedious. My dad and James made several trips back to the farm to unload those we caught. About 5 PM the job seemed complete and my dad told us to go on in. You should have seen us. By the end of the day, all of us on horseback were completely covered in mud, so were the horses. It was quite a sight to see. But I tell ya, that ride back to the farm with my brothers was one hell of a ride. We talked and laughed and kidded each other the entire way back. Its not often I get together with Scotty and Mike, even though they live not far away. The whole event put me on cloud nine. That ride gave me a rush the likes of which I can't remember. I think we all felt the same I'm not certain why exactly, but there was a certain pride we took in doing this kind of thing together, especially on horseback and having gotten the approval of our dad that we did a good job. That sort of approval I guess always means something. Anyway, it was a great feeling. When we rode into the farm, My dad, James and youngest brothers were there waiting for us. My dad spoke to us, and in his usual way, thanked us and offered us a cold beer. That's his own way of complimenting us for what we did. He always has offered "his boys" a beer at the end of a work day, it never fails. I think its his way of "male bonding" with us, as though he thinks "his boys" don't drink. If he only knew we all drink like fucking fish. I'm sure he knows that but he won't ever admit it. Covered in mud, with Budweisers in our hands, even 16 year old Kevin had a beer, my mom took a picture of all of us, James was even included in the picture. He was the only one with no mud on his face. What a good feeling and a great time. After it was all over James and I went up to the "penthouse" to shower and get ready for an evening out. He had planned to stay at my place instead of going back to his house. When we were walking up the stairs, I told James "we need to really celebrate tonight and get drunk off our asses" He agreed. We were planning to go to a bar/dance hall in Lafayette, Louisiana call Back to Back. Its a kickin place on Friday and Saturday nights. If you just want to have a good time or if you want to pick up a chick (who knows maybe even a guy, though I never tried it) it's the place to go. There was band playing that night by the name of Richard Lebouf and Two Step. A Cajun band with a good reputation, a bit more progressive than other Cajun bands, playing both old style Cajun music and rockin Cajun as well. Damn good dancin music. I love to Cajun dance and don't mind saying, I do it well, hell I grew up with it, and that's no bull. After that day of working, I planned to do some drunken, dancing and some serious "belt buckle" polishing. We generally do that sort of thing anyway on Saturday nights. Those of you reading this, if you want to have a good time, eat good food and meet friendly people, Louisiana is the place and Lafayette has got to be one of the best cities in the state for that kinda good time. There are always lots of good entertainment to choose from and many places to go. Hell there's even several gay bars, so I think we have a little of everything. If you are ever in LA you gotta make a point to stay in Lafayette for a weekend, I guarantee you'll "pass" a good time. Hell, it starts every Friday afternoon at 5:30 - 8 PM with "Downtown Alive" a band stand on Main Street, street beer vendors, all spring and fall, What a blast! That's no bull, believe me! Just come, you'll see what I mean! Back to the story, While we were cleaning up, James said, you know Jacob (my youngest brother from the previous story) asked me to day if we 'd ever go camping again. I said, "what'd you say". James looked at me eye to eye and smiled and said I told him I'd go camping anytime. I said, "If you told him that? Hell, he'll never stop bugging us about it now". James said that's OK. [James and I had never talked about the sex we had on that camping trip. It had been preying on my mind which is why I wrote the first story, but I have not been able to bring myself to talk to him about it. After all it wasn't like we went out there to have sex, it just happened, ...didn't it?] James wet on to ask me, "so tell me has Jacob visited you up here since that trip?" I looked at him and said "What did the little bastard tell you" James had a big ole grin, and said, "you can say what you want bud, but I know you and he got together since then" I said again "what in the hell did Jacob tell you?" James said, "you know damn well what he told me". I wasn't certain what Jacob might have told him so I said, "no I don't, so why don't you just tell me" James said. "Well, he said you and he had 'exchange favors a time or two'". [Well it was true, Jacob and I had gotten together several times, but I wanna say for the record, after a lot of thought, I had to talk to Jacob about it, it was driving him crazy and after what had happened on the camping trip, it wasn't easy sayin no to him. So Jacob spent several nights during the Xmas holidays sleeping with me, in my apartment. He has slept in my apartment many times before, but there was never any sex involved. But since the camping trip, when he slept over, we had a several fun jackoff sessions, he likes watching me, "his older brother" jack off and then he always wanted to finish the job. We had fun. Jacob's a nice kid, very smart, and believe it or not, he and I have grown much closer as friends and as brothers because of those episodes. Much closer than we were before. I mean before, Jacob was just my kid brother who I didn't really know. Now he and I talk to each other, I mean really talk and listen, about alot of different things. Things we would never have spoken of before, He's no longer afraid to ask his older brother a sensitive question and I have gotten to know him better as a person. From what I've seen so far, Jacob's going to turn out to be a really good guy. Now I wouldn't advocate running out there to have sex with your kid brother, but in this particular case, two brothers that were far apart have become close, and that's great! I wouldn't trade it for anything!] Actually I was shocked and pissed off. I somehow didn't figure James would find out. Guess I should have given that more thought. I told James, "that little fucker, I'm gonna whip his ass. James said, " don't get bent out of shape about it, he didn't volunteer it, I sort of figured you and he might have gotten together since the camping trip and I tricked him into telling me. I said, " What, you did what" James said, "I told him that you had already told me." He went on to say, "look man after a night like we all had on the camping trip, I figured there was no way you were going to keep you brother completely out of your room or your pants for that matter, and I just wanted to find out. Sorry, but I had to know". I became real defensive and I said "well now you know, so what about it?" James looked at me with a big shit eating grin and said, "well at least you could have invited your best friend you know" My eyes probably bulged out of my head and I said. "You'd do that again? Man I was drunk that night" (I felt I had to make it sound like what happened was an accident). James said, "I might have been wasted, but I knew what was going on, that was just fun sex, I'll let anyone suck my dick and I'd do that again any time." Not knowing exactly what to say next, I chuckled a little, and trying to throw it back to him I said. "when was the last time you did something like that? He said, "Man, it was so long ago, I can't even remember" I said, Well what made you loose control that night?" He looked at me and said, "Who said I lost control?" I said well you just said you don't remember when you last did that? He said, "No I don't but I don't often have the chance either, You know as well as I do, you can only do that sort of thing with someone you either really know and trust, or someone you'll never see again" Trying to sound real macho, I said " well bra you can suck my dick anytime just le me know when you want it". James said, in a much less humorous voice said, "I'll keep that in mind." We both showered and dressed, and there was no more conversation about the sex. James had planning to be the driver since I was the one who wanted to drink (which I did) I figured I wouldn't be in any condition to drive back. We went to the club, about a 30 minute drive from where I live and had a great time. I danced my ass off, mainly with one chick, who I might have left with me if I had tried, but wasn't up for trying anything and I want alone or in my own truck anyway. So we just had a good time, grinding away and fast dancin'. About 1 am she left with her friends and I was ready to leave too. James who doesn't dance that much, probably had been ready for a while. He had been hanging out with other friends of ours. As we left he said "Hey lil buddy, I sure thought you were gonna be lucky tonight." I told him " if she shows up again, I will". He drove home real slow and I since neither of us was in the best shape. When we arrived home, we went in my moms house got something to snack on out of the fridge and talked a while and then went up to my room. There's only one bed in the apartment so I crashed on the bed, he on the sofa, we talked a little more mainly about the days events, and other friends we ran into that night at the club. I turned on the tube and we watched a little TV for a while. I was dead tired and should have known that by lying down on the bed I would crash right away. Guess I did, but sometime later, I don't really know how long it was, I woke up to find my dick totally hard and being felt from out side my pants. My shirt was completely unbuttoned, T-shirt pull all the way up, my belt was undone, jeans unzipped and these big hands were working on my dick from outside. Now I love getting felt up from out side my jeans, that's the biggest turn-on for me. I lifted my head and look down sort of in a daze and quickly realized who it was and what was happening. I said, "bra I'm so tired and wasted, I don't have the strength to do this, James said, just lay back and let me play a while." I laid my head back down. One hand came up and felt my chest, felt all of my arm s and then went all the way down to my belly just above my draws. I'm a small guy compared to James, but real hairy. In high school the girls called me Sasquatch because of my hairy chest. Well he ran one hand over my chest and down my stomach hair and then both hands slipped in and surrounded my dick and balls. I was already dripping wet, and he made the best of it, massaging my balls in one hand and stroking my dick with his fingers. Each time he'd pull up pre cum and smear it and rub the head of my dick till it was slimy wet. Several times he went below my balls and massage the bulge and brought up more pre cum, using his fingers to bring it all the way to the top and smear it. After a while of this, I felt his lips take the head of my dick and he really put a serious suck on it. This guy knows how to use his tongue on a dick. I guess all guys know what they like, but this ones knows how to do it too. He'd take his lips and suck only the head then swirl his tongue around it and get that drop of slime. Man what a feeling. While he was sucking on me, he pulled all my clothes off little by little until all that remained were my socks. Eventually he stopped for a minute, and reached down and pulled them off, so all I had on now was an open shirt. He did a number on my legs, running his hands on the inside of my hairy thighs all the way to my balls and man that gave me "the frissons" as we say in Cajun country, (Cajun French word for the shivers). What a turn-on feeling that is, someone feeling your legs and inner thighs, that's almost enough to make me blow right there. But I was so tired and still quite wasted that even though I was hard as a rock, I was a long way off from "bustin a nut". After what seemed like a long time, but probably just a few minutes, I said, "Jamie" I ain't gonna "bust a nut" anytime soon, you can stop if you want. He said don't worry about me, just let me do my thing, if you don't mind. I say, "OK, go ahead." That blond mustached mouth sucked my dick so well, he gummed the base and pulled up slow time after time. After a while I said "Hey man take a breather for a minute, I lost my feelin and you need to lay off my dick for a while." He said no problem. As I lay there, not really knowing what to say or do, I said "man you are really good, If you were a girl I'd be fucking the shit out of you right now. He said " you ever fuck a guy?" I lifted my head and looked straight at him and said " I don't fuck guys, only girls" He said " but have you ever fucked a guy?" Since we were honest with each other, I relented and said, " yea I did once or twice". I said did you, he said " I've never been fucked, but I fucked one of my cousins a bunch of times when we were kids. James said, "I enjoyed it, but I don't know if he did" [The fact was my brother Scotty and I were the only two brothers that I know of that fucked each other. Scotty (2+ years older than me) always wanted to fuck me. When we he was about 14, a friend of his showed him how to do it to me so it wouldn't hurt. He had tried before and he like to kill me with his big dick. After that painful experience, I wasn't about to let any guy fuck me. I remember when Scotty told me how he wanted to do it, I insisted on fucking him first and he let me and we fucked a few times, and it was fun. But to me getting sucked and jacked was more fun and we mostly did that. And as I remember, it seems like shortly after Scotty and I fucked each other, he started fucking girls and we never did it again after he began fucking girls. I didn't loose sleep over not getting fucked by him!] By this time I notice that James had taken his cloths off. I could feel him against my left leg, and at some point I was certain I could feel is dick against my foot. He kept playing with my dick and started to suck it again and I said "would you wait a while longer", with that he brought himself up in the bed and was right next to me lookin at me and said "how long do I have to wait, and what am I waiting for?" and before I could say anything, he planted a big long wet one right on my lips. [Now, I haven't been kissed by a guy in many, many years. My oldest bother Mike, who was never into sucking, was in to kissing and as a kid I remember when we jacked off together, he kissed me all the time. But my other brothers and I never, never kissed even once. We jacked and sucked but never kissed. They would have been grossed out by it I'm sure. I'm not even certain why Mike did it, other than it must have turned him on and looking back on the sex he and I had when I was young, I think he treated me like I was his girl friend or something. I didn't mind back then, but, sorry, I'm not into kissing guys while having sex. I'll just take the sex part.] James' kiss really surprised me and I didn't know what to say or do, so I didn't say or do anything, I just let it happen. James has a thick blond mustache, and it looks good on him. So it was strange having him do that to me. Still can't quite figure that part out, I who knows, I might have even enjoyed it, but I didn't encourage him to do it again. After the lip kiss, he started to run his mouth over my neck, chest and he even sucked one of my nipples, now that was a turn on, then he kept going down my stomach to my dick hair and I could feel his tongue licking as he went down. That sensation was a real turn on and before long, I grabbed his head and said, "OK bra I'm ready again", he said "I knew that would do it." So maybe I figured out what he was up to after all with the kissing and such. He took by dick head and start sucking hard, working the base of my shaft with his fingers and feeling my aching balls with his other hand, the whole thing was awesome, I could barely stand it. I held on to his head and started moving my hips, he adjusted his position so that he was sort of lying or kneeling between my spread legs and began really sucking hard and going all the way down, the harder he sucked the more I fucked and I don't know how long it was, but I fucked his lips for quite a while. My legs were bent and my but was up in the air fucking his head, and he really seemed to be into it. He sure can suck a dick, at one pointed he came up for a breath and said, "you know for a small dude you sure gotta a big dick, and man where did you get all this fucking hair" he said that as he ran his hands over my chest, down to my dick. I just gave him a big ole smile and said "you gonna finish what you started?" He went back down and started sucking again, and in no time I was ready. I let myself collapse on the bed and let him do his thing, keeping one hand in his hair, and just movin my hips a bit, when I felt a load cumin and I told him , "I'm gonna shoot man", he pull off for a second, and kept stroking my slimy dick and a bit spurt of cum came flying out, straight up in the air, nearly hit him in the face. After the first spurt, he went back on it and sucked the tip of my head and stroked the base and I jerked my hips and shot several times and I could hear him slurp and swallow it all, what a feeling that was, I finally had to tell him to stop cause my dick was feeling raw. He stopped suckin and licked the entire length of it, afterwards he got up brought a wet towel and wiped my chest and everything. there wasn't a drop of cum left on my stomach or chest when he finished He pulled up next to me in bed and just laid there, and I was exhausted, he probably was too, but I reach out and felt his chest, down to his (bigger than mine) hard dick and balls, I said "bra I'm so fucking tired there's no way I can do you right how. I'll just have to owe you one in the morning of something. He said "that's all right, I didn't expect you'd last as long as you did, you can return the favor anytime. We slept next to each other in my bed. I gotta say, that was some of the best raw sex I ever experienced, James made me last for what seemed like hours. ...I bet it was at least 2 hours. And when I came, I really came, and I don't think he would have stopped suckin until I asked him to. I sure am enjoying this guy and our friendship in a way I never dreamed I would. It' s all so fucking weird to me, to think this guy is my best friend, the one guy I hang with the most, and he's suppose to be straight. But here I am doing it back to him. This is so fuckin bizarre. He sure likes to feel my body and suck my dick and now I don't think I could bring myself to say no. Until these two episodes happened I really never thought of myself as bisexual. I thought those days were behind me. But I guess I might have to rethink things, Huh? Whew! enough for now, I did return the favor in the morning. Not that it compares to what I just told you. And I can't imagine it'll be the last time we get together for fun, since we see each other all the time. I'd sure would like to hear from any guys out there who have had a sex thing with straights. Especially if the str8 was a friend and not a stranger. This all seems strange and out of place to me, but so far, its fun and addicting!

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