This is the first chapter of what I intend to be an account of the life of Raoul. Later, just to warn you know, in addition to lots of steamy sex and breaking hearts, there will be some very explicit violence, some seriously heavy social issues, and if I can manage it, a little bit of suspense. I have the plot mapped out, basically, but I always appreciate suggestions! I hope you enjoy it!
1
On the morning of his eighteenth birthday — New Years' Day 1987 — Raoul Cock wakes to find that Shona already has him in her mouth.
Her head, with a tent of brown hair falling all around, pumps up and down on his shaft while she gently caresses his ball-sack with one hand.
He sighs happily.
Shona, realizing he's awake and appreciative, pauses to smile up at him, holding her soft brown hair out of the way.
"Good morning, birthday boy," she coos in her sultriest voice, talking to his dick, then kissing its tip with her lips pushed out exaggeratedly. "You'll get a lot of presents today, but mine is going to be the best."
She supports her argument with a slow series of luxuriant kisses, working her way down to his scrotum, her hand softly squeezing more and more of his shaft as she goes.
Then she spreads her tongue wide and gives him a long slow lick back up to the top, with a mischievous little extra at the sweet spot just below the head. She wraps her mouth around it for one pump, squeezing her lips tightly and sucking, and concluding with a peck of a kiss at the tip.
"How's that?" she asks, delighted with her ability to please him. "The best, or what?"
"The very best, Sho," he warmly assures her. "The very best."
2
When she's finished, ecstatically swallowing the product of her work as if it were a precious liquor, they cuddle together awhile.
He is so much bigger than her — so much bigger than almost anyone — that she feels almost childish holding him. She lays her head on his shoulder, pushing her breasts into his body. Conscious of her thigh against his amazing abs as she stretches a leg across his waist, she absentmindedly teases one of his nipples with two fingers.
She feels enormously privileged. It's still only about four in the morning, but she knew she'd have to be early to be first, and by staying up all night, she achieved it.
All the women and girls she knows, without exception, lust fervently for Raoul. And she is one of the lucky few, the very lucky few, who get to have him.
3
His good looks have almost made him famous. He's been modeling since he was nine years old, and he's been the top Barry Schwartz model since he was sixteen. Schwartz has even said that Raoul is the best-looking model he's ever had.
Shona can still remember the first time she and her classmates saw one of his ads. It was in
Chic
magazine, in black and white, just Raoul scowling at the camera with his perfect face and perfect body. The girls could not stop brushing their fingers over the image of his amazing chest and abs, or, when they were alone, those tight briefs with that unbelievable bulge. Some people speculated that he must've stuffed his briefs, and they turned to Shona, already known to have witnessed the real deal.
"No," she'd assured them. "They don't call him 'Big Cock' for nothing."
All the girls bought a copy of that magazine and had Raoul sign the ad for them. Shona was assuredly not the only one who looked at it, touched it, lovingly, when she was alone.
As a child, he played in British sitcoms and dramas, but his most notable role is Bass Badoss, a villain in Jean-Paul Segal's
Fist Punch
,
Fist Punch II
, and
Fist Punch III: Iron Knuckles
. He's also been in music videos and plays Surf the Shark in the Jack 'n Out Fish Tacos commercials.
But most impressive to Shona and her friends is that last fall he appeared in four episodes of
Shorewatch
, and Andie Virtuson — yes,
that
Andie Virtuson, every teenage boy's naughtiest masturbatory fantasy and the nightmarish sum of every girl's physical insecurities, with her balloon boobs and flat stomach and tiny waist and curvy hips and tight ass and tan skin and blonde hair and sexy lips — goddamn it,
that
Andie Virtuson told an interviewer in
Skin
magazine that Raoul is "the best-looking actor I've ever seen." She said, "All the actresses are in love with him. He's a total babe, an absolute hunk, a heartthrob, whatever you want to call him, and actually he's a gentleman too." She described him as "total jailbait."
Imagine that!
Shona and the other girls read the article, impaled by jealousy. Andie Virtuson!
But this god of sexuality dwells among them, and they behold his glory, and he occasionally graces one of them with a smile, or a compliment, sometimes he even looks at their bodies with desire, touches them, kisses them, lets one of them suck his dick....
4
Besides his acting and modeling careers, he's the star quarterback, leading scorer on the basketball team, straight-A student, and student body president at the Essex School for Boys. He's a martial artist and boxer, a milonguero, a classical guitarist, a polyglot... you may wonder, does this golden boy have any flaws?
To take a superficial example, he's actually a terrible actor. He gets by on his good looks and amazing voice, but he has no talent and no real future.
He hates it anyway. As his family's primary breadwinner (a role he's filled since his parents died when he was twelve), he needs the money, but he just isn't cut out for showbiz. He hates sitting for makeup and hair, he hates the affectation of photographers and consultants, he chafes against the jealousies of other models and actors.
So he aspires to go into business. We'll see whether that works out.
As a more significant example, consider his terrible temper. For some reason, although he's the alpha male of alpha males, he's always identified with the least popular, least powerful people. He insists that everyone treat them with perfect respect, and may God protect you if he catches you not doing so.
Shona has witnessed this herself, and in public. One Sunday afternoon two years earlier, when she was a senior at Ridgway but he was still fairly new at Essex and no one knew him very well yet — at that time Essex and Ridgway had not merged, but the boys of Essex and the girls of Ridgway mingled freely — Shona had gone with him, his twins, about four other girls, and maybe three of the football players in the Beverly Park Mall.
They were in Bloomingdale's, looking at the bikinis. Raoul had walked off somewhere with one of the other girls — they were gone a suspiciously long time — and suddenly Paige, notoriously known to all as by far the fattest girl at Ridgway, showed up.
Not as part of their group, of course; they were all the popular people. She just happened to be there too, apparently shopping. One of the girls saw her and said hi to be nice. But then —
"Hey Paige," one of the football players had said, "You have foreskin in your teeth."
This was a wide receiver on the team, a handsome senior, probably the most popular boy in his class. We'll call him Chad. His father was a famous actor — too famous for us to use real names.
"What?" Paige had asked. She really seemed not to understand. (This was many years before the internet explained everything to everyone.) She appeared torn between feeling flattered by any attention at all from Chad and knowing that it couldn't be as kind as it seemed.
"Foreskin in your teeth." He tapped his own front teeth. "Right here."
Page felt her teeth, looked at her fingers. "Did I get it out?" she asked.
Just then Raoul re-appeared behind Chad, who didn't see him.
"No," Chad told her. "There's a lot more."
"What do you mean?" Paige asked, nervous.
"It's right there in your teeth." He was smiling cruelly. "Foreskin. Lots of it."
"What?" Raoul's incredulous voice seemed to shake the store. Immediately, Shona saw, Chad shrank and Paige gained confidence. They both knew Raoul would take her side.
"He says I have something in my teeth," she whined artlessly.
"I heard him." Raoul turned to Chad. "Apologize to her."
