Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1999 15:50:19 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual, chapter 4

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Author's note:  I think I need to take time out here and explain a few
things.  Realise please that this collection of stories is fiction - there
are some autobiographical aspects to it, but it's predominantly fiction.
The autobiographical aspects hark back to the mid-50's, but I've downplayed
that so far in order to let the story appeal to a wider range of readers
than just those of us who are longer of tooth.


I've reached the point in the ongoing story where I need to expand beyond
just Vic's horizons.  I can do one of two things: 1) stick with the
original times where the elements of reality lie; or 2) write a (very
young) Phil Andros sex story where nothing matters except the coupling.  I
may write porn, but I want it to be interesting porn - so, you're getting
setting and character along with the sex.

Imagine if you will one service centre (gas station to Americans) owned by
a single man whose 14 yo son operates it alone at night. It happened in
1955 in the rural South.  It doesn't happen anywhere in the US in 1999.
That 14 yo made $5.00 a week and worked 7 nights a week to earn it.  He'd
also get tips for checking oil, cleaning the windscreen, checking air
pressure, and other things he did for the customer.  He could easily make
$15 a week and that was a lot of money for a boy then.

Also, back then, schools hadn't thought to teach kids about sex, parents
avoided the subject, and churches pretended it didn't exist.  A boy learnt
about sex from other boys.  It was normal for boys to experiment.  Most
were careful, they rarely went too far.  This was, after all, the time of
the questionaires that made up the Kinsey Report.  Big brother from his
pulpit hadn't yet learnt that spitting venom at every boy who'd felt
another's cock or even tasted it was big money.

Small town America had not obviously died in 1955, either.  Buildings
weren't abandoned.  You could walk to the grocery or the clothing goods
store (if you lived in town).  Drug stores had soda fountains and served
lunch.  There were still thriving small town businesses.

So, as you continue to read Growing Up Sexual, keep in mind that I have
opted to keep the setting in a bygone era.  Things were simpler and we
didn't carry so much useless baggage back then.  Just don't let the fact
that it is set so long ago hold you back from reading a good story (at
least I hope it is).

Now back to the tales of boys growing up in Soul in southeast GA.
____________________________________________________________________________

GROWING UP SEXUAL - Chapter 4 by Dave MacMillan


Julian glanced at the clock above the door and saw that it was a quarter to
nine.  There hadn't been a customer the past thirty minutes.  He rolled up
his Archie comic book and slipped it into the back pocket of his cut-offs.
Stepping from behind the register, he walked into the dark garage to check
the bay doors.

"That Betty!" he mumbled and felt his dick jump behind his shorts.  He
could go for a piece of that blond snatch.  Even Veronica.  Hell!  He'd be
happy with any girl.  He wondered what it'd be like, slipping his rod into
a pussy.

"Fat chance!" he growled as he rattled the first door and found that it was
secure.  He wasn't going to get close to pussy until he had a car, if then
- and that was two years away.  It seemed like a lifetime.

All he had was his hand - or Vic.  He rattled the 2nd bay door and looked
back into the dark garage.  He could use Vic being here with him now.  He
could feel the younger boy's mouth on his dick, skinning back his foreskin.
Or maybe bent over and letting Julian sink his dick in his butthole.
"Yeah," he mumbled and felt himself begin to grow.  He stroked his pole
through his cut-off jeans.  The only thing he could think of that would be
better than what Vic did for him was sinking his pole in some girl's pussy.

He crossed the darkened garage and tried the back door.  He wondered why he
bothered, his daddy always locked up before he left for home.  He knew why,
though.  Just one time, just one screw up, and his butt would be black and
blue for a month.  His daddy got downright mean when he was drinking, and
Julian's butt had been on the receiving end of that meanness more than
once.  He'd learned to check all the doors and be safe.  Just like he'd
learned to feed his little brothers their snack after school.  It was safer
to do things right the first time.

He put the register drawer in the old safe and flipped the lock.  He took
the key and went outside.  He groaned when he realized he'd not turned off
the lights over the pumps.  "Shit!  All I've got to do is switch them off
and I'm out of here," he told himself aloud and liked the sound of his
voice.  He wished Vic was at home tonight.  He'd scratch at his window and
get him out to his garage.

He'd just reached the pumps when he saw the headlights of a car slowing
down.  He watched as it turned in and entered the square of light from the
canopy over the pumps.  His eyes widened as he tried to recognize it.  It
only took him a moment to realize it was foreign.  He forgot that he'd
wanted to close up.

"Got time to fill it up?" the man behind the wheel called to him.  Julian
nodded.  "Make it ethyl then."

Julian quickly hooked the gas hose to the car and got a rag wet.  He leaned
over the windscreen and started rubbing bug guts off.  There were two of
them in the car - the blond guy was asleep and the driver who was watching
him.  Both of them looked to be young.  "What kind of car is this?" he
asked the man.

"A Bentley."

"Who makes it?" he asked coming around the hood and starting to work on the
driver's side.

"Rolls - in England."

"Wow!" Julian mumbled, staring at the wood dash but looking at the driver
too watching him.  "Where are you from?" he asked, feeling strange at how
closely the man was watching him.  He noticed the man was wearing a
tee-shirt and cut-offs like he was.

"New York.  We're on our way down to Florida for the summer.  Are there any
motels in this town, kid?"

"Meeks' over there."  He stood back and pointed to a sign nearly half a
mile down US 1 from where they were.

"Know anything about them?"

"I hear they're clean-"

"Do they stick their noses into their guests' business?"

"Not that I've heard," he admitted, looking at the brunette driver now and
glancing over at the sleeping blond man.  Julian was suddenly figuring
these men were grown-up versions of Vic.  He finished the windscreen.  His
dick was hard.

"Want to go over there with us?" the man behind the wheel asked.

Julian stepped back and looked at the brunette closely.  He wasn't bad
looking - he didn't look a whole lot older than Julian.  "I-"

"We'll make it worth your while," the man offered softly, coaxing him.

His daddy was probably passed out by now and his brothers were asleep.  His
momma wouldn't be home from work for another 3 hours at least.  Besides,
Vic was at his buddies', and that meant it was him and his hand if he went
home.  It didn't take Julian long to decide that he could handle a couple
of sets of lips pulling on his dick.

"I only have an hour or two," he mumbled.  "What do you want to do?"  Maybe
one or both would let him cornhole him.  His hard-on was painful at just
the thought of that.

"It's ten dollars to you if you come with us.  If we both like what you've
got to offer, we'll double it."

Julian quickly calculated.  Ten dollars was almost equal to what he made
all week.  So that probably meant both of them sucked him for that.  He
could do that.  And still be home before momma.  "Okay.  But you can't pull
right up in front of their office.  It wouldn't be a good idea for me to be
seen."

"Gotcha," the brunette grinned at him.  "We'll show you a good time.
What's your name, kid?"

"Julian."

The brunette glanced over at the pump.  "Looks like it's $5 even."  He
pulled a wallet out of the hip pocket of his cut-offs.  He pulled out a
five.  "Take this and put it with everything you've got in there and lock
up."  He grinned at Julian.  "Hurry up, kid.  We've only got a little less
than three hours to play."

Julian turned off the pumps and rushed into the office to turn off
everything.  He was back in five minutes and he'd remembered to lock the
door behind him.

"Hop in," the blond in the passenger seat told him.  Julian decided he was
good looking too now that he was awake.  "Settle down in the well in the
back and nobody'll see you."

* * *

They parked at the end of the second building and the brunette started
walking down to the office.

"I don't even know your names," Julian said to the blond from behind his
seat.

"Do we know yours?"

"I'm Julian."

He felt the blond shift in his seat and looked over at him.  "I'm Hank.  My
friend's Jim.  We're going down to his folks' place in Florida."

"Hi," Julian offered from behind the seat.

Hank laughed.  "You can sit up as long as nobody's looking.  Are you some
run-away Jim picked up?"

"I live here in Soul.  Jim asked me to come to the motel with you."

"Jim invited you over?  I guess you know the score then."

Jim came back to the Bentley then.  "Come on, guys.  We're in the end unit,
bottom floor.  We don't have a whole hell of a lot of time because Julian's
got to be home in a couple of hours."

Hank leaned over the seat.  "You hot to trot, kid?" he asked and chuckled.

"Yeah," Julian grinned, imagining these two guys slurping on his dick.  He
sat back on the seat as Hank climbed out of the car.  He opened and closed
his legs on the back seat, feeling the leather pull at the hairs on his
legs.  It felt good.  He was as hard as a rock.

Hank pulled the seat forward and Julian left the leather seat and stepped
out of the car.  Jim was already at the door of the motel unit, opening the
door for them.

Julian slipped into the room before the brunette could turn on the lights.
"Why don't you get naked so we can see what we're getting," Jim told him.
Outside, Hank had the trunk open and had pulled out two bags.

"Where's my ten dollars?" Julian demanded, keeping his voice low as Jim had
done.  He wasn't about to get naked without the money; it sounded like a
sure way for things to get out of hand fast.

Jim pulled a ten out of his wallet and stuffed down Julian's pocket.
Julian jumped when the man's fingertips touched his dick through the cloth.
"You're a big one, kid."  The brunette grinned.  We'll have some fun
tonight."

Hank came into the room then, pushing the door closed with his foot.
Julian stared at the door, feeling strangely cornered.  "You two haven't
already got this show on the road?" the blond asked and dropped the
suitcases on the bed nearest the door.

"Yeah," Jim said, "Let's see skin, Julian."

He didn't like the way these two guys seemed to be in control.  It was
always him leading Vic along, and he liked it that way - him in charge.
But he had their money already.  He gulped and pulled his tee-shirt over
his head.

Pulling it down his arms, he looked from the blond to the brunette.  "I'd
feel a whole lot more comfortable," he told them as he dropped his shirt to
the floor, "if you got naked too."  He unbuttoned the waist of his cut-offs
and waited.

"Why don't you strip each of us after you get naked?" Hank told him.  "I
like it that way."

Julian shrugged and pulled down his zipper.  He accepted that he wasn't
going to be allowed to control the action.  He also accepted that the ten
dollars in his pocket had bought his going along with them.  He wasn't
wearing underwear and his hard dick was tenting out the left panel of his
cut-offs.  He wiggled the denim over his butt and let his shorts fall to
the floor.  He stepped out of them and looked from Jim to Hank.  "Who do I
strip first?" he asked.

"You're uncut," Hank said.  "I'm going to have to try that."

"Me," Hank told him and Julian moved in front of the blond.  He unbuttoned
his shirt quickly, pulling it out of his khakis and starting to slide it
over his shoulders.  "Lick my nubs, kid," Hank told him.  "I want to feel
your tongue on me."

Julian stuck out his tongue and worked the blond's nub as he pushed off his
shirt.  It felt strange, him doing what Vic did to him.  But it felt
exciting too.  He wondered which one of the men was going to take his dick
in his mouth first.

"Yeah!  That's it," Hank groaned as Julian moved across his chest to attack
his other tit.

He could feel Hank's hard-on through his pants.  It felt big, at least as
big as his own.  All he could think of was that he wanted to see it, to
feel it.  His fingers worked the blond's belt loose and opened his khakis.
He nibbled on one nipple and then the other as his hands pushed the man's
trousers onto his thighs.

Hank's pole tented his briefs.  Julian could feel it against his stomach.
"Pull his underwear off, Julian," Jim whispered at his ear.  The brunette's
hand was on his shoulder and it felt good there.  Julian's tongue trailed
lower as he squatted before Hank and eased his briefs over his butt and
pulled them out to clear his hard dick.

Julian stared at the pole he'd exposed.  It stuck straight out from Hank's
blond pubes, its head just inches from his face.  It had to be 10" and
thick and cut.  He could imagine what Vic would want to do with it; it
surprised him that he wanted to take it into his mouth too.

He sat back on his haunches staring at Hank's dick and grappling with the
really weird thought of him sucking it.  He wasn't queer.  He didn't suck
dicks.

"Lick it," Jim told him, his voice still at his ear.  "Make Hank feel
good."

"I don't-"

"You want to, Julian.  Go ahead."  Jim's hand on his shoulder was pushing
him back towards Hank's dick.

"I-"

"Come on.  We've already paid you to suck us off.  And we're leaving
tomorrow.  No-one will ever know-"

Julian's nose was almost in Hank's pubes.  He could smell the man's sweat
and feel his heat.  The dickshaft stroked his cheek, jerking with Hank's
every heartbeat.

"Lick it, kid," Hank groaned. Jim's hand was on the back of Julian's head,
holding his face against the blond man.

His face flushed, Julian shut his eyes and stuck out his tongue.  He turned
so that the dickshaft was touching his lips and the tip of his tongue was
touching the blond's balls.  His face pulled back slowly, his tongue
trailing along the shaft.  "Yeah," Hank groaned.

It didn't taste bad - just a little salty from Hank's sweat.  Julian
couldn't get over how good it felt to explore each vein on the blond man's
dick with his tongue, to explore it.  He'd thought it would be gross and
wondered how Vic could do it.  He was beginning to understand the younger
boy's fascination with his dick now.  He actually wondered how much of
Hank's dick he could get into his mouth.

His tongue covered the bottom of the head of the blond man's pole and he
was staring at the man's bush 10" away.  He opened his jaws and let the
head slip inside his mouth.

"We ought to get on this other bed before you two get really going," Jim
told them.  Julian turned to look at the brunette, letting Hank's dick pop
out of his lips.

Hank stood naked beside them, and Julian wondered when that had happened as
he stood up.  Jim toed off his sandals and, sitting between the suitcases,
pulled off his clothes.

Julian studied Jim's body.  The man had dark hair on his chest and seemed a
little chunkier than Hank.  His dick was cut but nowhere as long or even as
thick as Hank's.  It rode Jim's belly instead of sticking straight out from
his pubes like Hank's and his did.

Hank cupped one of Julian's buttcheeks as he crossed the room.  Julian
jumped, his gaze instantly following the blond to the bed.  As the man
climbed into the center of the bed and spread his legs, he grinned at
Julian and called: "Come and get it, kid.  My dick's all yours."

Julian took a step towards the bed.  He was harder than he could
remembering being before - even when Vic was sucking his dick.  He couldn't
imagine how he was going to get all of Hank's thing in his mouth.

He took another step.  He shouldn't be here, doing this.  He wasn't queer.
He wasn't like Vic at all.  He should just give these guys their money back
and get into his clothes.  After all, he'd thought they were paying him to
suck him off.

Only, he had been paid.  And he couldn't pull his eyes off Hank's big dick
as he climbed onto the bed and began to crawl towards the man.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jim pick up a jar of Vaseline from the
bedstand but thought nothing of it.  His eyes met Hank's watching him.
"Don't try to take it all at first," the man said gently.  "Jerk the bottom
half with your hand while you suck the top part."  Julian's fingers went
around Hank's dick and he bent over to run his tongue over its head.

The blond's hands cradled his face, pulling him further onto it.  On his
hands and knees, Julian's mind turned off as the head of Hank's dick
entered his mouth.

Jim sat on the side of the bed and, lying down, reached out to stroke
Julian's chest.  His fingers moved quickly down over the boy's belly to
grasp his pole.  He grinned as he milked pre-cum out of its slit.  He
pushed himself across the bed until his face was under Julian.  Opening his
mouth, he brought the boy's dick to his lips.  His head raised as he took
more and more of Julian's pole into his mouth until his nose was buried in
the boy's balls.

Julian had his mouth full of just the head of Hank's dick.  He swabbed its
steely pulpiness with his tongue and had his lips clamped shut behind the
flared ridge while he jacked the long shaft.  He gasped as Jim's lips
closed around his head and started up his shaft.  Three more inches of
Hank's dick pushed into him to spread the opening to his throat.  He
snorted as Jim's nose pushed into his ballsac, feeling like he was going to
blow right then.

He began to bob on the meat between Hank's legs.  He was taking more and
more of the man's 10".  The blond's moans told him he was doing something
right.  Beneath him, Jim was taking all of him, his hand forcing Julian to
spread his legs.

Something cool and wet-feeling touched his pucker and Julian bucked.  The
head of Hank's dick pushed past his tonsils as the cool wetness moved to
his hole and pushed into him.  Beneath him, Jim's Vaseline-covered finger
pushed through the boy's sphincter and slipped deep into him.  It found his
prostate and Julian spasmed.  He was suddenly riding waves of pleasure
coming out of his balls, his dick, and his butt.

Jim's finger continued to massage his love gland, and Julian's balls
churned.  He gasped and swallowed more dick as he gave himself up to his
orgasm.  He bobbed harder on Hank's pole as he shot load after load into
Jim's mouth.

A second finger worked its way into his butthole.  It was impossible to
resist them.  They felt good, even now after his balls were empty.

Jim pulled off of Julian's dick and sat up.  He worked a third finger into
the boy's butt and was surprised that he was still finding no resistance.
He'd thought the kid was a virgin but was beginning to think otherwise now.
He got on his knees and crawled between Julian's legs.

He positioned himself behind the boy and moved to place the head of his
dick at the kid's hole.  Hank grinned up at him and brought his hands down
to the back of Julian's head.  "Do it," Hank mouthed.

Julian had got 6" of Hank's meat down his throat.  He was proud of himself
for that, but he wanted more.  He wanted to do it all.  He could understand
what Vic saw in this.  It was going to be hard to pretend he was still the
same way as yesterday.  And whatever it was that Jim was doing in his butt
- it felt so good.

Jim's hands went to the kid's hips and his hips pushed forward.  He was
taking it slow.  He had no desire to hurt the boy.  He just wanted to get
his cock up his ass and fuck him.  And the Southern boy was so hot for it.

Those fingers in his butt seemed to have got a lot rounder and even wider.
It almost hurt as they steadily continued to push into him, filling him up.
His dick was hard again.  He felt his hips gripped hard and the fingers
push deep into him.

He felt Jim's pubes scratching the insides of his crack and knew then what
was in his butt weren't fingers.  That was Jim's dick in him and it was all
the way inside him.  He was being cornholed.  Hank pulled his face down
further onto his dick.  Julian's eyes bulged when he realized he was only
maybe an inch from the man's pubes.  He was filled at both ends with dick.

"Suck it hard," Hank told him.  "Take it all.  I want to shoot down your
throat."

"Grind your ass against me," Jim told him.  "Show me you like that cock
buried in your ass."

Julian felt hot all over.  He was embarrassed at how he figured he looked -
a dick buried in his throat and another one deep in his butt.  It sure
wasn't anything he'd ever seen himself doing, not in his wildest dreams.
But he liked it.  And nobody in Soul was ever going to find out.

Tentatively, he ground his butt back against Jim's crotch and felt the
man's dick massage that spot in his butt that made him feel so good.  He
started to leak.  Smiling to himself, his lips started to follow Hank's
shaft down its length.  He relaxed his throat and kept going, his eyes on
the blond pubes beneath him.  His tonsils spread again and the head of
Hank's dick kept pushing deeper into his throat.  He willed himself to open
up more and took more of the man's dick until his nose was buried in his
pubes.

Yeah! He thought to himself, pulling back and beginning to bob on Hank's
dick, now taking it all.  Behind him, Jim began to move with long, slow
strokes, his pole pulling almost all the way out before it reversed
directions and pushed all the way into him.

Both dicks in him seemed to grow bigger and throb.  Julian was hard; and
his dick was bouncing from one thigh to the other, his balls were riding
his shaft.  He was close.  He breathed around Hank's big pole buried in his
throat.  It pulsed as he pulled back on the shaft.  Jim was pounding his
butt with hard, fast strokes.

He shot his load.  With Jim's dick in his butt.  With Hank's spewing rope
after rope into his throat.  The blond pulled his dick far enough of
Julian's throat that the boy tasted his last deposit of cum at the same
time he was cumming himself.  Behind him, Jim pushed into him hard and held
his buttcheeks tight against him as he began to unload.

Jim's hands went up to Julian's chest and he leaned into the boy,
collapsing on his back.  Julian sucked remnants from Hank's dick until it
was shiny and clean.

"You're good," Jim gasped, his lips on the boy's shoulder.

"Yeah," Hank agreed.  "He can suck me any time."

"You having a good time, Julian?" Jim asked and ground his crotch against
the kid's bottom.

Julian looked back over his shoulder at the brunette behind him.  At his
hairy chest and his smiling face.  He remembered the man's dick and
wondered how it'd ever got inside his hole, much less felt so good once it
was there.  "Yeah," he answered.

Jim laughed and pulled out of the boy.  "Go clean up.  Hank'll be ready for
the second course soon."

Julian sat back on his heels.  "Second course?"

"You get my lover piledriving your butt, Julian.  You thought mine was
good, wait until he's all the way in you."

His gut feeling a little funny, Julian pushed off the bed and started for
the toilet.  He didn't realize that Jim had followed him until he sat down
on the stool.  "You going to watch while I take a dump?" he asked.

"I'm not into scat; neither is Hank - so clean up good.  I just thought
you'd like me to wash my cock for you."

"For me?"

"Sure.  You want the other ten dollars?  You suck me and ride Hank's big
dick this time."

Julian watched as Jim soaped his semi-hard meat and build up a lather over
the lavatory sink.  He felt his dick growing and pulled it out of the stool
and let it grow down his leg.

"You ever do anything like this before?" Jim asked as he splashed water
over his pole.

"Never!"

The man laughed.  "You're one hell of a natural then, kid.  Your ass opened
right up for me.  You took all of Hank too, didn't you?"

Julian looked down at his hard-on.  The skin had peeled off the head and
was bunched up behind it.  He felt an itch deep up his ass if the blond
man's dick would scratch it for him.  He looked at Jim's pole and knew he
wanted to taste it now that it was clean.  "I guess that makes me queer?"
he mumbled, sure he didn't want to hear the brunette's answer.

"You're whatever you want to be, boy.  Men have prostates up their assholes
- rub that and any man starts leaking.  We have bunches of nerves in our
cockheads and at the opening our asses.  Those all connect to our brain and
it reads what happens to them as sexual pleasure.  Any man can get off if a
tongue and lips work those nerves in his cock or a dick works the muscles
in his ass and his prostate.  Any guy, kid.  So, are we all queer - every
man on this planet?"

"No, but I didn't want it to ever end when you were cornholing me-"

"That's normal.  Now, clean up.  Hank wants a piece of your ass."  Jim
ruffled Julian's hair and grinned at him.  "And I want you swinging on my
tool."

* * *

Julian walked up Church Street towards home.  His hands were shoved into
his pockets and he held a ten dollar bill in each one.  His butt felt
greasy, even the top of his thighs felt that way.  He walked a little
bowlegged, trying to keep his thighs from rubbing against his cut-offs.

"Nobody's going to know," he told himself.  Nobody in Soul, anyway.  Not
anyone he knew.  Not even Vic.  He might be like the Methodist preacher's
kid in that they both liked dick; but Julian wasn't about to let anybody
know about him.

He grinned as he stroked one ten dollar bill and then the other.  He hoped
there'd be guys like Hank and Jim stopping into the station every week.  As
long as they weren't from Georgia, he could always make some extra money
and get satisfied at the same time.

This story and the others in Growing Up Sexual are given to Nifty as my way
of expressing thanks for advertising my book, Casting Couch Confessions,
through their link with Amazon.com.  I would like to dedicate this
particular chapter to David, Nordic, and Daniel - and to the others who
have taken their time to write me.  Thank you for your comments.  Write me
at vichowel@aol.com.

Casting Couch Confessions is available through Nifty - order it through
their connection to Amazon.  It's a warm collection of tales from some of
your favourite authors of men breaking into the adult vid world.  It also
makes a great X-mas gift for those special friends who are always there for
you.

Dave MacMillan