Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 16:07:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: The Society of Sextus - Conclusion This story is fiction for adults. And resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. This story also features a variety of explicit sexual activity. If such offends you or you are underage, please move on. Feedback is appreciated. macoutmann@yahoo.com THE SOCIETY OF SEXTUS by Macout Mann V: After Initiation Me and Sid continued to roll across the country. I had a perpetual hardon as he described all the events leading up to his getting a dick tattooed on his hand. But that wasn't the end. He continued with his tale: So now I was a Sextus. The next day I was sent to a tattoo parlor. I had learned that in addition to the Sextus recognition symbol, I was to get something "sexy" inked someplace where it wouldn't show, unless I was naked. I'd seen some of `em. One dude had "Suck or get fucked" just above his pubes. One had , "Eat me baby" high up on his thigh. I decided on this one, "If you're close enough to read this, you should be sucking my dick instead." It got a lotta laughs. Still does. I could've said I didn't wanna fuck around with other guys. I'da had to register that with the caretaker. You couldn't just switch on and off. Dr. Ransom was the first man that'd ever messed with me, and I was pretty freaked; but my experience with Carl convinced me I'd never turn down the chance to play with another dude. And it was funny. The program at the very next meeting was about how dudes fuck each other. This gal explained techniques, while two guys demonstrated. Shit, man! It was really weird laying up on a pillow playing with a gals twat and feeling her playing with your dick while you watched a guy taking it up the ass from another dude at the same time... Of course, after the two weeks I got back with Martha. All six of the guys that had prepared her had fucked her by then, but she said her losing her cherry to me was best. I realized it was the thrill of getting it on for the first time. I'll always remember my first time. Little gal in our building. How can you ever forget that? I think Martha enjoyed me the second time just about as much, though. And I'd been pretty busy. Several gals had pulled the "Sextus, I need you" routine on me. They said they were impressed with my initiation performance. I was happy to oblige. Even fucked one of `em in a broom closet at school. One thing I didn't know about. Dr. Ransom twice a year had every Sextus dude along with his virgin to dinner. Man, the food was like nothing you'd ever tasted before. He had this guy he called his manservant that cooked the meal and served it. Like so much else about Ransom that was weird, the manservant served the dinner naked, while the three of us were fully dressed. But then me and Martha and the doc went to this bedroom. It had mirrors on the ceiling and the walls, everywhere except where the window was. The window had heavy drapes on it. But even the doors were mirrors. We all stripped. The doctor would explain some shit about sex we wouldn't have dreamed about otherwise. Then me and Martha would try it out. After I'd pulled out, Dr. Ransom always ate her out, drinking her and my juices, and then he'd go down on me, while Martha watched. I could always get it up again. We learned a lot, but I think the doc always got the best end of the deal. I got to enjoy all the good things we did. Four or five of us guys were assigned to help these orphan kids that'd never done any sports. No sex involved. But it was great letting them experience play for the first time. Of course the sex with other Sextus was always great. (I learned that Sextus was a "fourth declension noun" in Latin, and the plural and singular was the same). Shit, I fucked every one of the Sextus gals more often than could count before I got to be nineteen. And hooked up with most of the guys too. And I really got off doing the Obedience tests. Showing a fourteen or fifteen year old dude your dick and saying "Suck this" gives you such a feeling of power, especially with the others watching. Funny, though. Some of these kids had already had sex with guys and having to suck you didn't faze them any. Others were so totally hung up they were almost crying, especially when they didn't know somebody else wasn't going to catch us. But, Jeff, you know something? The most thrilling things I ever got to do was to prepare the virgins. Hard to believe that you get off on gals you can't fuck. Now, a lot of the virgins were younger sisters of members. All of them were virgins, but some knew well enough what was going on. Maybe they'd been eaten out, even, but still had their hymen in tact. Some were a whole lot more naïve. Anyhow, the job of the first of the six guys preparing them was just to accustom them to nakedness. Without frightening them, he undressed them and got them to undress him. He showed them that being naked was no big thing. The second guy introduced her to the pleasures of having somebody feel up her body, let her get used to all those great erotic sensations. The third guy taught her to do the same to him. And so it went, until the sixth guy kissed her all over and ate her out to the point that she couldn't wait to be fucked, but then told her she had to wait for the night of initiation. But all along the way, she had to give each of `em head. Fuck! Being sucked by a virgin is almost as good as having her pussy. You can't believe how good the sex was. Sex all the fucking time. For almost four years. The summer before your junior year, though, you had to do another test to get "senior status." It involved Martha again. I was driven about thirty miles inland to a wooded wetland. I was told to strip, and was given a map, a hunting knife, and a compass. The map had a path traced on it with landmarks. It showed where the woods turned into farmland and back into hilly woods. On the other side was an "x" mark, and I was told that's where Martha would be waiting. If I could get there in four hours or less I could fuck her first, otherwise I'd be taking sloppy seconds or thirds. The two dudes that had brought me took off with my clothes, and I started through the woods, my feet sinking into the marsh and slowing my progress. When I reached open country, I discovered I was a hundred yards or so off course, so I slipped back under cover of the woods until I got where I was supposed to be, in case somebody came by and caught me naked. Back on the trail, I still had over a quarter mile of open country to cross with three farmhouses in view. I charged on and was almost to the other woods, when I saw an older man carrying a rifle come out in the open. "What the hell?" he yelled. He had that whiney, rural Southern Accent. I didn't know what to do. "I...I. Mister, some guys took my clothes, and...," I stammered. "Well, now. There has to be some reason they did that, don't it? Maybe it was `cause you wouldn't give `em head. That it?" He raised the rifle threateningly. "N...n...no. I just...They was playing a trick on me. That's all." "Well," he repeated, "seein' you out here all bare-assed turns me on something fierce. I think before I let you get on, you goanna have to give me some head anyway." He unbuckled and opened his fly, and pulled out a big, fat dick. His pants fell around his ankles. "Come over here and suck this motherfucker, boy." I did as I was told. "Yeah, I was right, wasn't I? I can see this aint your first time, is it, boy?" I gurgled a response. I had been out for almost four hours already, so I sucked as fast and as deep as I could to try to get him off quick. I thought for sure this was a put up deal, part of the routine, but the guys told me afterward that it was just something that happened. It wasn't planned at all. Sometimes old guys can go forever, but I got him off, and he said, "Now get!" and whacked me across my backside as I headed into the woods. I came out pretty close to where Martha and the two other boys were. Martha was on a blanket. All three of them was naked. One of them was fucking the hell out of her, and I could tell from the shit-eating grin on the other one's face he'd already had her. Not that it was unusual for gang-bangs to happen with Sextus. I waited until he finished, then Martha asked, "Where the hell have you been?" "I got held up," I said. "Well come down here and get your reward." My dick was already stiff and foreplay wasn't called for. I fucked the shit out of her and was pronounced a Senior Sextus. And that's the way it went. When you graduated from high school or on your nineteenth birthday you were kicked out. Dr. Ransom had me and the president to dinner the night before my birthday. The new president was a kid I'd "sponsored." His name was Fred, and he was one hot dude. After dinner the three of us went into the bedroom with all the mirrors and climbed in the bed. I'd heard that the doctor was always spit-roasted at these things. But first, since I was the guest of honor, each of them went down on me and let me do anything I wanted with them. Well, I believe in the golden rule, so I went down on each of them. Then Fred got on his back and Dr. Ransom took Fred's dick in his mouth. I got on top. There was no lube to be seen, so I just slobbered on my dick and rammed it all the way up the doc's ass. I started off slow, and the doc began to fuck Fred's face, matching the rhythm of my pounding. I wanted all the pleasure I could have, but I wanted Dr. Ransom to be satisfied to. I never got rough, even when I sped up and got to the short strokes. It was a great orgasm. I'll never forget it. - - - - - - - - - Sid and I have crossed the United States from California to Tennessee, and he has told me all about his experiences with The Society of Sextus. Now we are lying together in a motel room in Jackson, Tennessee. Tomorrow he will drop me in Nashville and drive on to Atlanta. We are having our last night of sex. I've got to ask him one last question about Sextus. "You tell me that everybody took an oath not to reveal what really happened in Sextus. And yet you've told me about everything." "Well," he replies, "it was bound to happen sooner or later. I don't know how. Maybe a member got pissed and squealed, or a parent at the open house got into a copy of the regulations. But the truth came out, and Sextus got busted. "It being Charleston, though, no big deal was made about it. Dr. Ransom gave the club and the clubhouse to the city, and the club's good works continued. After a year or two, the name was quietly changed. Dr. Ransom closed his practice and was allowed to move to Jamaica or someplace like that. So the only thing left is a bunch of middle aged guys and gals with tats. And memories." Sid reached for my hard dick and proved again he hadn't lost his taste for man to man sex. THE END Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.