When I was a teenager in the late 'sixties, I was the complete hippie--long hair, wild clothes, drugs, parties, and sex in every way shape and form. Since I was quite attractive, with not such a great face, but with a wonderful bod which I'd show off in tight tight pants with no underwear, I used to get a lot of sexual offers. And since I was adventurous and believed that saying no was the most negative type of human communication, I accepted most of them.
I started my sexual career when I was thirteen in a manner I might someday relate here. But I'd like to share this experience I had when I was seventeen, since it has remained one of the most vivid memories of my life and a masturbatory stand-by.
I was hitch-hiking in South Carolina. Yeah, I was crazy. Everybody said that if I hitch-hiked down south with long hair I'd be lucky to come out alive; but I didn't really have much choice: I'd been given a ride to the army base down there by a colonel and his wife who took me to bed and kicked me out afterward.
So I'd gotten this ride from a guy in a pickup who thought I was the weirdest thing he'd ever seen and dropped me off on this country blacktop about 11:00 in the morning. There wasn't much traffic and since it was a hot day, I took off my shirt and started walking. I walked for about 20 minutes when I came up to a long line of men working alongside the road, fixing the tar. Convicts, I guessed from the state police car sitting at the beginning of the line. There were about fifty men, stretched out at about 20 foot intervals. I said hello to the state cop who scowled at me, and I started to walk past the convicts. It was a pleasure to see many of them, shirtless and sweaty as they wielded pickaxes or spread new tar along the road's edge. A lot of them called out rude comments as I passed, or whistled. I enjoyed the feeling of having dozens of pairs of hungry eyes staring at my ass as I passed.
Finally I approached the end of the line. Next to the last was a young black guy, who looked to be no older than me He just stared at me and smiled a big friendly smile. I smiled back, but my attention was distracted by the last guy in line--a sandy-haired kid with a taut slim body and a narrow handsome face.
"How you doing?" I said as I came up to him.
"Hornier'n hell!" he replied, looking directly into my face with great intensity. The black guy behind him laughed and I did too. I was tempted to stop and talk to him, but I could see a second cop car just up the way, under a big tree, so I walked on. When I got to the cop car, however, I saw that the cop was sound asleep.
At first, I just kept walking, but the thought of that kid made me stop and consider. There was a clump of bushes about halfway between the cop car and the men. I could always say I had to go to the bathroom, I thought. So I headed back, right along the edge of the underbrush. Not many of the men could see me, but the sandy-haired one and his black friend could. I could see them watching me.
With my heart beating a mile a minute and several backward glances at the cop car, I reached the bushes and turned to go behind them. There was a dip in the ground behind them--a kind of hollow, and I almost fell down. I got to the bottom and checked that I couldn't be seen from the road. Then I sat down on my backpack to wait. I knew I was making a fool of myself and that nothing was going to happen but still I waited.
It seemed like an hour, but it was probably only a couple of minutes before I heard a rustling in the bushes. Then the sandy-haired kid came sliding down the slope into the hollow.
"Jesuus, I dint know this was here." I remained sitting.
"Hi," I said, though it's a wonder I could speak at all, I was so excited. "What's your name?"
"My name's Ray. Well, it's really Justin, but everybody calls me Ray."
He had come to within three feet of me and I could smell his sweat. Without a semblance of subtlety, I stared at his crotch. I couldn't tell whether there was anything happening there or not.
"What do you want, Ray/" I asked.
"I dunno. Like I said, I'm real horny." He brushed his hand across the front of his pants.
"You want to come a little closer?"
He moved closer, so that his belt buckle was about a foot from my eyes. I could see the bulge of his dick now and I reached out to touch it. He shuddered.
"I ain't never done nothin' with a man before."
I said nothing but reached up and began unbuckling his belt. I couldn't figure out how it worked, so he pushed my hand aside and quickly got his pants down around his knees. I pulled his wet underpants down.
His dick was only half hard, but it was a beauty, not too long--about 6 1/2 inches, I would judge--but thick and weighty. He was uncircumcized and I could just see the tip of his dick protruding from the foreskin. This was my first uncut cock and I was fascinated. I took the foreskin between my fingers and pushed it back over the head which was wet and glistening with sweat. A long drop of natural lubrication oozed from the slit.
"I dasn't be gone too long," he said glancing back over his shoulder nervously.
Taking that as my cue, I ran my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting his sweat and eliciting another shudder from him. Then I started sucking on it. He moaned.
"God damn! That feels good!"
I slowly worked my way further and further down the shaft of his now-rock-hard cock. I had recently learned to deep-throat, and I was looking forward to taking his whole dick.
"God damn! Y'all like suckin' on my thang, don't y'all?"
I was a little out of practice, so when I tried to push the head of his dick into my throat, I couldn't do it. But then he grasped my head with both hands and forced his dick all the way into my throat. He then started a pumping motion, still holding on the back of my head, with his heavy balls swinging against my chin. I was the one doing the moaning now, and gagging, feeling the hot bile try to erupt and being stopped by that large plug. All I could see was the thick blonde pubic hair at the base of his cock. I put my hand under his balls and at that minute he started groaning and arching his back with his dick pushed down my throat as far as it could go. I could feel the head of his dick swelling to what seemed an enormous size. With my tongue, I could feel the spasm as the cum shot through his tubes, and then I could feel it shooting down my throat over and over, while he cried out unintelligibly and I came in my pants.
Finally, he was finished. He pulled his still-hard cock out of my throat and I licked the last of his surprisingly sweet cum from the crack.
"Great god almighty! I ain't never felt nothin' like that before."
"Me neither," I said, pointing to the large wet stain in my crotch.
"Y'all got your nut jes from suckin" on my thang?"
"Yeah." I leaned over and started sucking on it again. I could feel it start to stiffen. Then he pulled away.
"I gotta get back."
Abruptly, he pulled on his clothes and disappeared up the slope. At the top, he stopped, turned, and grinned.
"See y'all."
"Yeah, see you, Ray."
I sat there for a fairly long time, savoring the moment and then trying to wipe some of the come off my pants. Then I heard someone coming. My heart almost stopped because I thought it was the police. But it was the black dude who'd been next in line to Ray.
I would reproduce what he had to say, except that he was speaking in a dialect that I just couldn't catch. When he realized that I didn't know what he was saying, he came over to me, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. My first thought was "Wow, two uncircumcized cocks in one day." His cock was still soft, but already bigger than Ray's had been. I took it in my mouth and started sucking softly, thrilling to the feeling of its gradually hardening and getting longer and longer. My own cock was stiffening as well. When his cock was three-quarters hard, I let it slip down my throat, figuring that when it got fully hard, I might not be able to do it. Then he asked me something.
"Mm?" I responded, not understanding, but not wanting to stop sucking.
"You take it up the butt?"
I understood that all right. My first reaction was to shake my head no. I had been fucked maybe five times by then, but never by anyone with a very big tool. I went on sucking. He didn't say anything more, but he leaned over me and started caressing my ass. Then he forced his hand down the back of my pants. It felt good. I knew that if I didn't stop him now, I'd never be able to. But it felt so good! I undid my pants, and my ass was exposed to his exploration.. Using both hands now, he massaged both buttocks and then his finger slipped down the crack of my ass and came to rest on my asshole. I could now feel his cock grow entirely hard in my mouth as he pushed his finger against my asshole. I stopped sucking and looked up at his face. Not smiling now, but looking at me imploringly. What could I do?
I stood up and my pants slid down around my ankles. Smiling now, he started to turn me around.
"Just a minute," I said, "I've got some vaseline in my backpack."
I bent over the backpack, searching frantically. He was pressed against me, and I could feel the head of his dick resting hard on my asshole. He spat in his hand and started rubbing it into my hole, his finger penetrating up to the second knuckle.
I fould the vaseline in the last place I looked and handed it back to him. I could hear him putting it on his dick and then slapping a large gob on my asshole and rubbing it in deeper and deeper. I bent over, resting my hands on a stump. He started pushing gently against my sphincter muscles. Pressure. Relax. Pressure. Relax. It just wasn't going to work. I started reaching for my pants.
Then, when I was not expecting it, he seized my hips hard and gave a mighty thrust which wrenched the sphincter muscles apart and he had buried the head of his large dick in my ass. The pain was excruciating, worse than the first time when I'd been so stoned that I hadn't really felt anything. I tried to pull away, but he had me firmly in his grip. We stood there for a couple of minutes, frozen, me impaled on his dick, and him leaning into me, breathing heavily on my neck and whispering sweet words in that language which I could not understand. Gradually, the pain subsided as the muscles got used to having that great and powerful battering ram in there. Then he began moving, slowly at first, a kind of circular in and out, each thrust carrying him deeper and deeper. I felt the head start rubbing against my prostate and I found myself saying over and over:
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me."
And fuck me he did, long slow powerful strokes, pushing aside the flesh of my insides, until finally I felt the bristling touch of his pubic hairs and felt his balls swinging against mine. Then faster and faster, harder and harder, lifting me off my feet with each thrust, pain and pleasure intermixed. We were both panting and crying out. The sweat from both our bodies was running in rivulets. I could not have stopped if a policeman had come and held a gun to my head.
As he aproached his climax, and I mine, he began to fuck at a seemingly impossible rate of speed, short hard strokes as far inside me as he could go. The friction on my prostate brought me to an orgasm. Crying out, I saw an arc of cum shoot out at least eight feet from my dick. At the same time, he lifted me completely off my feet, groaning loudly, and I could feel spurt after spurt of warm cum pumping deep inside me.
I was exhausted. I fell limply to the ground, but he, grinning that beautiful grin of his, simply got his pants back on and was gone.
I fell asleep there on the leafy ground, my pants still down arounf my ankles. How long I slept I'm not sure, but it couldn't have been too long. I dreamed that someone was touching my cock. When I woke up, Ray was squatting next to me. Had he touched me? I couldn't tell. I just knew that I had a hard-on and that I was staring deep into his eyes, which, I had not noticed until now, were green.
"How y'all doin?
"Uh, okay, I guess."
"I came back."
"Yes."
"I was hopin' maybe I could git some of what Lavelle got."
"Gee, you are hornier than hell, aren't you?'
He grinned. "I guess y'all could say that."
"Well, okay, but let me suck on it first."
While he slipped his pants down, I pulled mine completely off and lay down on my back on the soft ground.
"Fuck me in the mouth."
He sat down on my chest and then straighted up on his knees to stick his beautiful cock in my mouth.
"No, the other way around. You can't fuck me properly in this position. So he swung around the other way, into the 69 position. Yeah, I was hoping he might give me a little head, but he didn't. Still, as he pushed his dick down my throat, which ached for it, I thought I could feel his hot breath on the head of my cock once in a while, as if he was considering it.
Then he pulled out.
"If I'm gonna cornhole y'all, I gotta do it fast. Turn over."
"No, do it from the front."
He hesitated for a minute as though he didn't want to do it that way, but then he knelt between my legs, I put my legs on his shoulders and craned my neck so I could watch his take his dick in hand and guide it into my asshole which I was straining to push onto him. After Lavelle's cannon, Ray's cock slipped easily into me, accompanied by a groan from both of us. He bagan to fuck me slowly. I slipped my legs down around his waist and he leaned over me so that my hard cock was rubbing against his body and I was staring deep into his eyes only three inches away. I was fucking him with my eyes as much as he was fucking me in the ass. On a sudden impulse, I put my arm around his neck and kissed him. He tried to pull away, but I held him and I felt him relax and then respond. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and I felt his cock give a jerk. Suddenly, he began to kiss me back, ravenously, his tongue darting in an out of my mouth. As his body began its orgasmic spasms, we continued our kiss, panting breath into each other. As I felt him start to come, I thrust my tongue as deeply into his throat as I could and held on to him as his whole body seemed to be exploding into uncontrollable spasms.
Then I asked him to stay inside me while I finished myself by hand. I was happy to see that he didn't turn away but watched closely as I pumped my third load out onto my stomach. Then I pulled him to me, so his hard stomach was rubbing my cum drenched own. And I kissed him again. Finally, he pulled away and looked at me.
If I could take any single moment of my life and bottle it so I could relive it over and over, it would be that look. His eyes were filled with astonishment, and fear, and happiness, and, yes, love.
"I jes don't know," he said. Nothin' like this has ever happened to me."
Was I in love with him as well? Yes, at that moment, certainly, I was, though the intensity of his gaze frightened me. Nothing like this had ever happened to me either in my seventeen years, and it scared me. And I realized we were in a glade in Sout Carolina. There's a cop fifty yards away who, if he caught us like this, would probably shoot the both of us. And I'm about to be on my way to new adventures while Ray is going back to jail.
"What are you in jail for?"
"Stealin'"
"What did you steal?"
"A TV."
"How long you in for?"
"Another year and a half."
"You want me to write to you?"
"If you want to. An' I'd write y'all back."
So I took his address and we wrote. I still have some of his letters, badly spelled, poor in grammar, but infinitely touching in their simplicity. And yes, when he got out we saw each other again, but that's another story.
I started my sexual career when I was thirteen in a manner I might someday relate here. But I'd like to share this experience I had when I was seventeen, since it has remained one of the most vivid memories of my life and a masturbatory stand-by.
I was hitch-hiking in South Carolina. Yeah, I was crazy. Everybody said that if I hitch-hiked down south with long hair I'd be lucky to come out alive; but I didn't really have much choice: I'd been given a ride to the army base down there by a colonel and his wife who took me to bed and kicked me out afterward.
So I'd gotten this ride from a guy in a pickup who thought I was the weirdest thing he'd ever seen and dropped me off on this country blacktop about 11:00 in the morning. There wasn't much traffic and since it was a hot day, I took off my shirt and started walking. I walked for about 20 minutes when I came up to a long line of men working alongside the road, fixing the tar. Convicts, I guessed from the state police car sitting at the beginning of the line. There were about fifty men, stretched out at about 20 foot intervals. I said hello to the state cop who scowled at me, and I started to walk past the convicts. It was a pleasure to see many of them, shirtless and sweaty as they wielded pickaxes or spread new tar along the road's edge. A lot of them called out rude comments as I passed, or whistled. I enjoyed the feeling of having dozens of pairs of hungry eyes staring at my ass as I passed.
Finally I approached the end of the line. Next to the last was a young black guy, who looked to be no older than me He just stared at me and smiled a big friendly smile. I smiled back, but my attention was distracted by the last guy in line--a sandy-haired kid with a taut slim body and a narrow handsome face.
"How you doing?" I said as I came up to him.
"Hornier'n hell!" he replied, looking directly into my face with great intensity. The black guy behind him laughed and I did too. I was tempted to stop and talk to him, but I could see a second cop car just up the way, under a big tree, so I walked on. When I got to the cop car, however, I saw that the cop was sound asleep.
At first, I just kept walking, but the thought of that kid made me stop and consider. There was a clump of bushes about halfway between the cop car and the men. I could always say I had to go to the bathroom, I thought. So I headed back, right along the edge of the underbrush. Not many of the men could see me, but the sandy-haired one and his black friend could. I could see them watching me.
With my heart beating a mile a minute and several backward glances at the cop car, I reached the bushes and turned to go behind them. There was a dip in the ground behind them--a kind of hollow, and I almost fell down. I got to the bottom and checked that I couldn't be seen from the road. Then I sat down on my backpack to wait. I knew I was making a fool of myself and that nothing was going to happen but still I waited.
It seemed like an hour, but it was probably only a couple of minutes before I heard a rustling in the bushes. Then the sandy-haired kid came sliding down the slope into the hollow.
"Jesuus, I dint know this was here." I remained sitting.
"Hi," I said, though it's a wonder I could speak at all, I was so excited. "What's your name?"
"My name's Ray. Well, it's really Justin, but everybody calls me Ray."
He had come to within three feet of me and I could smell his sweat. Without a semblance of subtlety, I stared at his crotch. I couldn't tell whether there was anything happening there or not.
"What do you want, Ray/" I asked.
"I dunno. Like I said, I'm real horny." He brushed his hand across the front of his pants.
"You want to come a little closer?"
He moved closer, so that his belt buckle was about a foot from my eyes. I could see the bulge of his dick now and I reached out to touch it. He shuddered.
"I ain't never done nothin' with a man before."
I said nothing but reached up and began unbuckling his belt. I couldn't figure out how it worked, so he pushed my hand aside and quickly got his pants down around his knees. I pulled his wet underpants down.
His dick was only half hard, but it was a beauty, not too long--about 6 1/2 inches, I would judge--but thick and weighty. He was uncircumcized and I could just see the tip of his dick protruding from the foreskin. This was my first uncut cock and I was fascinated. I took the foreskin between my fingers and pushed it back over the head which was wet and glistening with sweat. A long drop of natural lubrication oozed from the slit.
"I dasn't be gone too long," he said glancing back over his shoulder nervously.
Taking that as my cue, I ran my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting his sweat and eliciting another shudder from him. Then I started sucking on it. He moaned.
"God damn! That feels good!"
I slowly worked my way further and further down the shaft of his now-rock-hard cock. I had recently learned to deep-throat, and I was looking forward to taking his whole dick.
"God damn! Y'all like suckin' on my thang, don't y'all?"
I was a little out of practice, so when I tried to push the head of his dick into my throat, I couldn't do it. But then he grasped my head with both hands and forced his dick all the way into my throat. He then started a pumping motion, still holding on the back of my head, with his heavy balls swinging against my chin. I was the one doing the moaning now, and gagging, feeling the hot bile try to erupt and being stopped by that large plug. All I could see was the thick blonde pubic hair at the base of his cock. I put my hand under his balls and at that minute he started groaning and arching his back with his dick pushed down my throat as far as it could go. I could feel the head of his dick swelling to what seemed an enormous size. With my tongue, I could feel the spasm as the cum shot through his tubes, and then I could feel it shooting down my throat over and over, while he cried out unintelligibly and I came in my pants.
Finally, he was finished. He pulled his still-hard cock out of my throat and I licked the last of his surprisingly sweet cum from the crack.
"Great god almighty! I ain't never felt nothin' like that before."
"Me neither," I said, pointing to the large wet stain in my crotch.
"Y'all got your nut jes from suckin" on my thang?"
"Yeah." I leaned over and started sucking on it again. I could feel it start to stiffen. Then he pulled away.
"I gotta get back."
Abruptly, he pulled on his clothes and disappeared up the slope. At the top, he stopped, turned, and grinned.
"See y'all."
"Yeah, see you, Ray."
I sat there for a fairly long time, savoring the moment and then trying to wipe some of the come off my pants. Then I heard someone coming. My heart almost stopped because I thought it was the police. But it was the black dude who'd been next in line to Ray.
I would reproduce what he had to say, except that he was speaking in a dialect that I just couldn't catch. When he realized that I didn't know what he was saying, he came over to me, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. My first thought was "Wow, two uncircumcized cocks in one day." His cock was still soft, but already bigger than Ray's had been. I took it in my mouth and started sucking softly, thrilling to the feeling of its gradually hardening and getting longer and longer. My own cock was stiffening as well. When his cock was three-quarters hard, I let it slip down my throat, figuring that when it got fully hard, I might not be able to do it. Then he asked me something.
"Mm?" I responded, not understanding, but not wanting to stop sucking.
"You take it up the butt?"
I understood that all right. My first reaction was to shake my head no. I had been fucked maybe five times by then, but never by anyone with a very big tool. I went on sucking. He didn't say anything more, but he leaned over me and started caressing my ass. Then he forced his hand down the back of my pants. It felt good. I knew that if I didn't stop him now, I'd never be able to. But it felt so good! I undid my pants, and my ass was exposed to his exploration.. Using both hands now, he massaged both buttocks and then his finger slipped down the crack of my ass and came to rest on my asshole. I could now feel his cock grow entirely hard in my mouth as he pushed his finger against my asshole. I stopped sucking and looked up at his face. Not smiling now, but looking at me imploringly. What could I do?
I stood up and my pants slid down around my ankles. Smiling now, he started to turn me around.
"Just a minute," I said, "I've got some vaseline in my backpack."
I bent over the backpack, searching frantically. He was pressed against me, and I could feel the head of his dick resting hard on my asshole. He spat in his hand and started rubbing it into my hole, his finger penetrating up to the second knuckle.
I fould the vaseline in the last place I looked and handed it back to him. I could hear him putting it on his dick and then slapping a large gob on my asshole and rubbing it in deeper and deeper. I bent over, resting my hands on a stump. He started pushing gently against my sphincter muscles. Pressure. Relax. Pressure. Relax. It just wasn't going to work. I started reaching for my pants.
Then, when I was not expecting it, he seized my hips hard and gave a mighty thrust which wrenched the sphincter muscles apart and he had buried the head of his large dick in my ass. The pain was excruciating, worse than the first time when I'd been so stoned that I hadn't really felt anything. I tried to pull away, but he had me firmly in his grip. We stood there for a couple of minutes, frozen, me impaled on his dick, and him leaning into me, breathing heavily on my neck and whispering sweet words in that language which I could not understand. Gradually, the pain subsided as the muscles got used to having that great and powerful battering ram in there. Then he began moving, slowly at first, a kind of circular in and out, each thrust carrying him deeper and deeper. I felt the head start rubbing against my prostate and I found myself saying over and over:
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me."
And fuck me he did, long slow powerful strokes, pushing aside the flesh of my insides, until finally I felt the bristling touch of his pubic hairs and felt his balls swinging against mine. Then faster and faster, harder and harder, lifting me off my feet with each thrust, pain and pleasure intermixed. We were both panting and crying out. The sweat from both our bodies was running in rivulets. I could not have stopped if a policeman had come and held a gun to my head.
As he aproached his climax, and I mine, he began to fuck at a seemingly impossible rate of speed, short hard strokes as far inside me as he could go. The friction on my prostate brought me to an orgasm. Crying out, I saw an arc of cum shoot out at least eight feet from my dick. At the same time, he lifted me completely off my feet, groaning loudly, and I could feel spurt after spurt of warm cum pumping deep inside me.
I was exhausted. I fell limply to the ground, but he, grinning that beautiful grin of his, simply got his pants back on and was gone.
I fell asleep there on the leafy ground, my pants still down arounf my ankles. How long I slept I'm not sure, but it couldn't have been too long. I dreamed that someone was touching my cock. When I woke up, Ray was squatting next to me. Had he touched me? I couldn't tell. I just knew that I had a hard-on and that I was staring deep into his eyes, which, I had not noticed until now, were green.
"How y'all doin?
"Uh, okay, I guess."
"I came back."
"Yes."
"I was hopin' maybe I could git some of what Lavelle got."
"Gee, you are hornier than hell, aren't you?'
He grinned. "I guess y'all could say that."
"Well, okay, but let me suck on it first."
While he slipped his pants down, I pulled mine completely off and lay down on my back on the soft ground.
"Fuck me in the mouth."
He sat down on my chest and then straighted up on his knees to stick his beautiful cock in my mouth.
"No, the other way around. You can't fuck me properly in this position. So he swung around the other way, into the 69 position. Yeah, I was hoping he might give me a little head, but he didn't. Still, as he pushed his dick down my throat, which ached for it, I thought I could feel his hot breath on the head of my cock once in a while, as if he was considering it.
Then he pulled out.
"If I'm gonna cornhole y'all, I gotta do it fast. Turn over."
"No, do it from the front."
He hesitated for a minute as though he didn't want to do it that way, but then he knelt between my legs, I put my legs on his shoulders and craned my neck so I could watch his take his dick in hand and guide it into my asshole which I was straining to push onto him. After Lavelle's cannon, Ray's cock slipped easily into me, accompanied by a groan from both of us. He bagan to fuck me slowly. I slipped my legs down around his waist and he leaned over me so that my hard cock was rubbing against his body and I was staring deep into his eyes only three inches away. I was fucking him with my eyes as much as he was fucking me in the ass. On a sudden impulse, I put my arm around his neck and kissed him. He tried to pull away, but I held him and I felt him relax and then respond. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and I felt his cock give a jerk. Suddenly, he began to kiss me back, ravenously, his tongue darting in an out of my mouth. As his body began its orgasmic spasms, we continued our kiss, panting breath into each other. As I felt him start to come, I thrust my tongue as deeply into his throat as I could and held on to him as his whole body seemed to be exploding into uncontrollable spasms.
Then I asked him to stay inside me while I finished myself by hand. I was happy to see that he didn't turn away but watched closely as I pumped my third load out onto my stomach. Then I pulled him to me, so his hard stomach was rubbing my cum drenched own. And I kissed him again. Finally, he pulled away and looked at me.
If I could take any single moment of my life and bottle it so I could relive it over and over, it would be that look. His eyes were filled with astonishment, and fear, and happiness, and, yes, love.
"I jes don't know," he said. Nothin' like this has ever happened to me."
Was I in love with him as well? Yes, at that moment, certainly, I was, though the intensity of his gaze frightened me. Nothing like this had ever happened to me either in my seventeen years, and it scared me. And I realized we were in a glade in Sout Carolina. There's a cop fifty yards away who, if he caught us like this, would probably shoot the both of us. And I'm about to be on my way to new adventures while Ray is going back to jail.
"What are you in jail for?"
"Stealin'"
"What did you steal?"
"A TV."
"How long you in for?"
"Another year and a half."
"You want me to write to you?"
"If you want to. An' I'd write y'all back."
So I took his address and we wrote. I still have some of his letters, badly spelled, poor in grammar, but infinitely touching in their simplicity. And yes, when he got out we saw each other again, but that's another story.
