Le Festival Caj?n

It seems that every community in south Louisiana, large or small, has one or more festivals to attend on an annual basis. Us Cajuns are so in to that sort of stuff, and there's not doubt in my mind, that if you were so inclined you could find a festival to attend every weekend in the spring and fall months. They're all within a relatively short driving distance from Lafayette, LA. For example, there's the Rayne Frog Festival, the Abbeville, Cattle Festival, the Iota Rabbit Festival, the Breaux Bridge Crawfish Festival (this ones killer!), The St. Martinville, "Cochon de Lait" (another killer!),and the Franklin Alligator Festival. [Notice they're all edible things! That's cause Cajuns will eat anything that moves] And honestly, those that I've listed are just the tip of the "pirogue" (for you none Cajuns, a pirogue is a small, flat bottom , canoe shaped, boat), There are many other popular ones that I have not mentioned. These festivals, regardless of which one you choose, all begin in the same Acadian style fashion. Friday afternoon/early evening marks the opening festivities which is an excuse to have a street dance, called a Fais Do Do, with live Cajun music, nothing else is tolerated. [Again for you non Cajuns, its pronounced "Fay Doe Doe", and it means "go to sleep" which is what the adults would tell the children to do when they went to dance] These Fais Do Dos last all evening until about midnight, and they are always out doors, often near the towns main street. They're never inside, always out under the stars. All of these festivals resume activities Saturday morning and last until Sunday evening at about 6 PM. Every one you'll go to, there will be plenty of good, [damn good], local food, [Louisiana does have the best food in the US!!] Lots of cold beer, and live music continuously. Plus arts and crafts and a host of activities to occupy everyones attention. Well, two weekends ago, James and I, plus my girl friend (yep, that's right, my girl friend) all went to the Patterson Saw Mill Festival. [Told you, they'll think of anything to have a festival] We all had one hell of a fun time. The weather was great. My girl and I danced all evening, and much to my surprise, so did James. James doesn't dance that much, but when he does, he's good. He's just not as compulsive and fanatic about as I am. But this weekend, he and I were drinkin all evening and he did cut loose and dance many dances with several different girls. For a change lately, I could tell he was havin a real good time. Just lookin at him smiling back at me told me how happy he was. That made me feel real good inside. Hell, everyone there were having such a good time! We stayed out all night, and came in about 2 am Saturday morning. James and I both got pretty wasted, and my girl drove us home. She didn't complain to me at all about the drinkin, I guess cause she knew that I had a busy week, prior, cramming for mid terms. She never told me a thing and seemed as happy as we were. She dropped James off first and then drove me to my house, where she had left her car. I sure was glad she was willing to be our chauffeur, it would have been impossible trying to get home any other way. I know she thought early on, that she and I would get together and spend the evening together, so did I, but as things turned out, I became so shit-face drunk [not often, but it does happen every now and then]. So I wasn't into finding a place for us to be alone, didn't have my right mind and I couldn't break the penthouse rules and bring her up to my apartment. Well, James I definitely had a fun both nights. You're really going to know just how fucking bizarre things can get when you finish reading this one buddies! So on Saturday afternoon, James and I went back to the festival. My girlfriend couldn't come with us, and even though she gave me a good reason, I think she might have suspected that we'd pull another binge and just maybe she didn't want to be with us. I'm not exactly certain about that, I tried to talk her into going, but even before I asked her about Saturday night, she had told me that she had obligations to family and couldn't get out of it. I believe her. So James and I plus a and four other friend all got together and went back to the festival. We got there about 5 PM, and there was a steady stream of bands playing and lined up to play until midnight. My god, we had a blast, everyone got pretty wasted again, (you might be glad to know that there's always one in the group who doesn't drink so it was actually safer than it might seem, we were in good driving hands.) I'm not about to get in trouble for driving under the influence and me still being a year under age to boot (I'm 20 Ys old). The bands were good, lots of Cajun and Country music, lots of French signing. you'd love it. The first Cajun band we saw, had several kids about 10-12 year olds. They were the main players, and got up there and played accordions and fiddle and sang French songs. It was so awesome to see kids playing old style Cajun music and singing in French. I think all of y'all would have enjoyed seeing and hearing that. Kids singing in French, that's got to be unique anywhere in the US. Its still a thrill for me, even though its "old hat" around "mon plasir". I was sure glad to see James behave in his usual fashion, like the old times I was accustom to. He seemed happier than he's been the last times we gone out, he was really cuttin up, and drinking with us, and he danced as much as any of us. (Well, I might have been out there just a little bit more than the rest). You know I've told you guys some of these thoughts before, but I can't omit it from this story because it think if may be an important part of why early on, I failed to grasp the full picture if I allow my mind to dwell on this new type of relationship I have. I gotta say, my friend James sure looked sharp out there dancing. Damn, he is such a good looking man, a real head turner, no two ways about it. I know I felt that way in part because I was just glad to see him having such a good time. I'm not really certain why this weekend was so different for him than previous ones. [You know its difficult if not impossible for the average "man" to ever admit that another guy is good lookin. Ain't that bull shit! We can all distinguish good looking from ugly. There's no doubt about that! Most straight guys just can't (wont) allow themselves to admit it. For example, if I asked you to choose the better looking guy and your choices were between "Gilligan" and Brad Pitt, come on man, don't tell me you'd say, "I don't know" if you do, you're just lying to yourself. We all know a good looking and sexy guy when we see one, but somehow we can't admit it.] Well, my buddy, James is fuckin handsome, I can tell y'all this but, yea, I'd sure never say that to my other local buddies. So I'm not really pointing fingers, cause I'd have to point at myself also. You know I think the main reason I like this sexual relationship with James tolerable (actually it's fun!) is that it's foundation is not based on sex. What I mean is, James and I have been the best of friends for 2 full years and the sex we had during that time was with girls we got lucky with. There have been many times when we'd go out to the clubs in Lafayette, and one or both of us would get lucky and fuck a chick that night, then the next weekend we'd go back and the other would hit on the same chick and more than once it was a strike. That reckless fuck'em and leave'em behavior is not typical of me, but it certainly fueled our collective fire and our friendship. So pardon my crude comment cause its seems out of character for to me to say this to anyone. Man after I started drinking and feeling good, one thing that popped into my mind over and over again each time I saw James on the dance floor was. "Damn my friend is good looking, and he sure has a big dick" And I mean, he really is, and he really does! And last Saturday night those tight faded jeans he wore showed everything, either that or I just noticed it a lot more. The more I watched him the hornier I got, and man I couldn't wait for us to get home. You know I have always found it easier to suck dick after a few drinks, well, I found out last Saturday night, that when I'm drunk, I mean wasted and the opportunity is there, I'll do a lot more than just suck dick. Looking back on it, I'm certain my drinking that night on the first camping trip had a lot to do with my actions and what ultimately happened. Hell, we all know that a little alcohol can go a long way to release inhibitions. So back to the festival, watching James kept me horny most of the evening. I know I had a boner each time I danced and each time I watched him dance. We could have both easily picked up the girls we were dancin with, but I think we both that other thoughts in mind, I know I sure did! By 11 PM, the entire gang was trashed. We litterally stumbled back to the truck, One friend was the non-drinker for the evening, so we had a safe but roudy ride home. It took about an hour to drive home, and we arrived at my apartment at about midnight, a lot earlier than we had planned, but frankly no one of us was in a condition to stay out longer. No regrets from anyone of the guys, we all had a great time, even better than the night before. There was no doubt in my mind that James and I were in for one hell of a night. You gotta know that after my second story "Better the Second time" James has been sleeping over a lot. Man the sex we've had is awesome. James knows what buttons to push, he knows just how to push'em and how to make it last. None of my girl friends ever kept me going for as long as he keeps me up. Now I kept some of my girl friends going for a long time, but this guy keeps me going, for fucking hours before he lets me shoot a load. Man oh Man we have had some fun lately. Sometimes I even have to think twice about who I'd rather spend the night with my girl friend or James, no shit! I usually choose my girl (really I do) I mean she is my girl friend, and she so beautiful (that's another story in the making) but spending a night with her always means we have to find a place to be together (usually her sisters apartment), its never in my upstairs apartment, that's not an option (you remember, house rules). Its actually easier for me to have sex with James than my girl because of the logistics. Go Figure! I gotta tell you I was so fucking horny I had to hide my hardon the entire drive back, just thinking about what was gonna happen when we got home. The only thing I find awkward about sex with James is that he always assumes the aggressive role and he initiates it all of the time. That's also out of character for me, cause in my regular sex life, with women, naturally I'm the aggressor. So its sort of odd and not particularly comfortable to have him as the aggressor. But that's just how it is. But that night after we got to my place, I did something I've never done before, not certain why I did it, but I think I've always wanted to do it to some extent. When we got upstairs, I started undressing as I walked in the door. James just laughed but he did the same. By the time the door closed, I had my shirt and boots off, and he was right behind me. He walked over into the living room, and took it off, just smiling at me with this big shit-eatin grin. This guy as a smile that makes the ladies weak, and seems it made me even more anxious. After he took his shirt off, I walked up to him from behind and put my arms around him. My right arm went around his chest and grab his left shoulder, my left arm went around his waist, and I drew us together. As I pulled him to me I kissed him on the back of his neck. I ain't ever done that to any guy before. James likes kissing, he does it all the time, but until then, I never returned the favor and usually I just let him do his thing. (Must be alcohol related, yea right!) He turned around instantly, and I could tell he was floored. He looked at me eye to eye, I in total surprise, and he said, "Man I gotta get you shit face drunk more often." With that, I pulled him in to the bed room, and we were sucking face with each other entire way and feeling each other dicks. This time was gonna be different, and he knew it, cause I was the first one feelin him up and undressing him. It didn't take me long to run my hands down that hairy chest and stomach to his totally hard dick. I could feel it poking straight up through his jeans. [Damn that "po-boy" has a nice cut "hot Cajun sausage". James is blonde, with shoulder length wavy hair. He's got this well groomed golden mustache. That thing gives an awesome feeling when he sucks me and rubs it the entire length of my dick, such a fine feelin, and he loves to do it. James's arms are all muscle with a totally flat rippled stomach, covered in blonde/brown curly hair. I've never measured someone else's dick, but his has got to be over 8 inches long, cause mines over 7, and his is bigger. His dick hair and big sack-a-balls are surrounded with dark brown hair. They don't make'em much hunkier than this dude. One look at this guy "necked" and you'd drop to your knees without thinkin twice.] [I gotta say, that I feel so lucky to have this guy as a partner. Couldn't hope for better. But we have a mutual admiration for each others bodies. I like to watch him walk around my apartment nearly "necked" and he gets off on watching me undress. When we've gotten together for fun in my room, he always wants to see me undress and I know it, so I usually give him a show. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary, nothin freaky or frilly, none of that shit, I try to do it like I normally do, like a man would if he wanted to turn on his lady. That's what James likes. Hell, that's what I like too! I undress like I usually do, but I make certain if he wants to watch me he can, and sometimes I'll tease him a little. This guy loves to suck dick and I know he'd qualify for "Cum Swallowing" at the Olympics. So knowing that, here's what I do sometimes in front of him, I'll stick my hands in my draws and feel myself real good, then pop and suck a couple of fingers in my mouth, real vocal like, as though there was something juicy on it, only there usually isn't. But the idea is what counts and it works. I know he likes to watch me when he's jackin me off or sucking me, cause every time, if we're in bed, he'll tell me to get on top the covers, he says, "so I can watch you when I make your toes curl" ....he always makes em curl, Whew! We crawled in bed. I kept feeling his hard dick, through his genes, whiled I unzipped his pants and slid my hand in there to feel all that hair and meat and those nice big nuts. Gee, I love balls, especially my own. To me, balls make a man. They have a good shape, nice feel, come in pairs, and they're damn fun to play with, whether they're your own or someone elses. [I've had so much fun sleeping with James the last few weeks. We don't do anything to fucking strange, I mean none of this cuddling stuff. We go right to sex, lots of foreplay and "button pushing" lots of turn-on, hands-on kinda stuff. The stuff that gets you hard, keeps you hard, and finally gets you off. Then we sleep apart not much touching, and a lot of times we do it again in the morning if time permits! I love to jack off in the morning, better yet, be jacked off by James! Ouu what fun!] Finally I totally opened his pants and pull those "hanes" draws back, exposing the weapon. There was no resistance from him or me, I went down on it and sucked as much as I could of it, getting it real hard. Stopping every few seconds and stroking it with my spit and working it up and down real good with my hands. After a few minutes of this and James was rock hard and his dick began to throb with every heart beat. I felt is chest and listen to his heart pound. I love the sound of a pounding heart, on him and on all the girls I've fucked. To me that's a good, wonderful sound. I got up, pulled his socks off, and made him lift up so I could pull the rest of his close off. Man, just thinking of what he looked like laying there with no clothes on, fully hard makes we weak. I did to him what he always does to me, and I love it. When James sucks me off or Jacks me off, he never lets go of my nuts. He's always got them in one hand, workin them slowly and continuously. Man that is such a turn on, "playing ball and being sucked" It don't get much better. So I sucked his dick and worked it up and down, along with handling that big pendulous sack-a-balls. I tried to bring up all of the precum that his dick was putting out, and knowing how this dude even likes his own sperm, every now and then I'd work it good with my fingers, collect the "effluent" [didn't think I knew fancy words huh!] and stick my fingers on his lips. He gets into shit like that, and licks'em clean every time. I felt his legs, right down to his feet, and slowly rubbed my hands on his curly hairy inner thighs which made is legs bend and toes curl. When that happened, I told him "Nice toe curl dude" and we both laughed. Not long after that, I sucked him until he started to move his hips and I knew he was about to cut loose. I kept sucking as a fast as I could, and as deep as I could, and finally he grabbed my head in his hands, and bucked his lower body a few times and one stream after another of hot sperm just spurted out. I'm not the best cum swallower, but I'll do it. Actually I like to watch a dick shoot, and that's what I did for the first couple of spurts from James. I watched it fly out, He was so turned on, the first stream shot straight across his chest and landed from his upper chest down two his stomach, after the second one, I went back down and finished it slowly squeezing every last drop out and stopped when he started to loose his hard. When I was finished, James didn't waste any time turning his attention to me. I was so hot and hard, and dripping wet. He loves to get me that way, and I don't mind either. When he was ready to start on me, I didn't let him have the upper-hand, I'm certain he thought he'd be "on top" so to speak, but not this time bud. I was on a role and feelin my oats that night, so when he started to go down on me, I turned things around just a little, and jumped out of bed, positioned myself so that I was top dog, and let him take it that way. I like fuckin his head, and while I don't particularly like to get it that way, I sure like givin it. I really fucked that blonde dudes mouth, had him pinned against the wall, with both of my hands pressed flat on the wall, just movin my hips, He did what he always does, played with my nuts and legs, and held on. I was so fucking horney, it didn't take me long to shoot my load, and he didn't waist a drop of it. This guy must be able to unlock his jaws like a snake or somethin, man, cause he always swallows my entire dick. I just can't do that to him. Who knows maybe it takes practice! Oh well, thats how I spent Saturday night two weeks ago. Hope you guys enjoyed the story, and that y'all had has much fun as I did. Sure hope my fun continues!