Ray

(Most of this story is true. The people in it are based on real people. The events are based in real events. Well, not the sex. That is a product of my imagination creating what I wish had happened.)

Ray had an energy that stood out among the four of them. He was by far the shortest as the others stood six feet or more to his being maybe five and a half feet. Nevertheless, he smiled, his eyes twinkled, and I was captured by his natural charisma. 

It was summer school for us all. I had recently graduated and they were incoming freshmen. I had gotten a BA in history and needed some Education courses to get my teaching certificate. It was 1969 and I hoped for a better year than 1968. MLK and RFK were killed and with them my youthful enthusiasm for a better future. In its place I found psychedelics and a different perspective on it all.

Even though I was a college graduate, I was a young graduate. I was only sixteen when I started college, and only twenty that summer. They were all eighteen. 

Ray was actually very pretty. I would never say that to him because I could tell that he knew it, and hated it. He often looked to me like a living doll. He also seemed very delicate. I suspect he was broken. Probably because of those good looks, small stature, and delicate nature. We never talked about that.

The other guys were just normal, run of the mill, teen age boys. One of them was with his high school girl friend who was on the edges of our group. I liked her. The third went on to be a long time friend. The fourth disappeared from our group fairly early in the summer. I hope he did well. None of them went back to the university after that summer.

I don't remember how we first met. It may have been at the fast food place I was working. Minimum wage in '69 was shockingly low. But I made enough to buy the occasional tab of acid, or mescaline, sometimes the nasty tasting peyote buttons it came from, or my favorite, Silly Cybin or psilocybin. We spent much of the summer tripping on one or the other. And smoking some terrible weed, except for some excellent hash I lucked into which was expensive but well worth it. Ray wanted to be stoned all the time. My friend Steve WAS stoned all the time, and for the next thirty years that I knew him. 

Ray felt like he needed protecting. Or saving. And he was beautiful to look at. His eyes were captivating. They pulled me in. We were doing a hit of some pretty strong acid. We were in somebody's trailer. There were three mirrors above the bathroom sink and the outside two moved so you could arrange a better view. Stoned, tripping and mirrors to play with.

I think Ray got into them first. He was sitting in the sink with them pulled so it was like being in a kaleidoscope. I pulled them open and was greeted by his big eyes. I moved closer until I was in his face. The kiss just seemed to flow on its own accord. Who knows how long we kissed. We were on acid time. I found my hands on his groin, unzipping his jeans. He was going commando. I grabbed his cock. It was the prettiest and smallest dick I ever saw. It was perfect. I licked my way down to his left nipple and sucked it between my teeth and bit down hard enough to make him jump and groan as I held him tight. I moved on to his beautiful penis and quickly swallowed it whole. It was a perfect fit in my mouth and my tongue worked it over feverishly. Quickly his precum started to run out and the flavor burst in my mouth with the sweetest flavor of any I ever tasted. I could not get enough. I licked all of it from his cockhead and got the tip of my tongue into the tiny piss slit. I had Ray writhing, his mirror images jumping among the three large mirrors, with all the attendant visual trails from his moving body. I looked in his eyes and knew he was mine. I released my own cock from my jeans then pulled his jeans the rest of the way down. Locking my eyes on his I put his legs on my shoulders and leaned into another kiss. I guess I was dripping enough to allow me to enter him. I held at his wrinkled hole for a second. Or maybe a millennia. Then he pushed back and my cock met his hole and there was no stopping. I slowly slid into his hot, tight ass. As my penis slowly passed over his prostate, Ray threw his head back and let a low moan out vibrating down his core and making my cock vibrate also. I squeezed his dick tight as I bottomed out inside him. As I started to pull back he opened his eyes that he had squeezed shut upon the pain of my entrance. We stared into each other's eyes as I started to fuck him in the same rough manner that I liked to be fucked. He moaned loudly into my mouth as we kissed. 

I guess the moans were loud enough to bring Steve into the room from wherever he had been. He stood at the door watching us. When I saw him, I let go of Ray's dick and widened the mirrors so Steve got the full view. I grabbed Ray's cock again and timed my strokes with my own fucking of his ass. We had locked eyes again when I suddenly felt arms surround me and grab my large nipples, pinching my tits I think as hard as he could. I think he did it to divert my attention from his fat eight plus inches that he slammed into my ass, driving me deeper into Ray. Ray's eyes widened as be realized what was happening. He squeezed his ass tight as I pounded it while stroking his precum slime covered cock faster and faster. I could feel as his tiny balls pulled up tighter to his cock and then his ass locked tightly around my dick as his burst forth with more cum than I ever dreamed his body could produce. The effect of his tightness and his hot cum covering my hand caused me to orgasm inside that hot hole and my own ass locked down on the huge invader I had banging me. With our wild rutting and the smell of man sex filling the small room, Steve could not hold off and exploded his huge load deep within my body. Deeper than anyone, before or since. As we started to recover from our orgiastic orgasms, though about now peaking from the acid, I looked in the mirrors at them and grinned. My straight boy friends were maybe not as straight as I had thought. 

We had enough presence of mind to clean up and redress. In the process all three of us got caught up in the reflections in the mirrors. We hugged and posed and giggled the rest of the night away to the soundtrack of Cream playing in the other room. Ray loved the track named Toad.

As I said, Steve and I were friends for many years. His older brother became a good friend too. His girlfriend made a hash pipe copy of his dick which was the only way I ever got to suck his cock. 

As for Ray, on dropping out of school his number came up. To avoid the Army he joined the Navy. He still wanted to be stoned all the time, but in the Navy he ended up addicted to heroin. He got a dishonorable discharge and went home and committed suicide. Such a waste. 

My beautiful boy porcelain doll was broken.