Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 22:43:04 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: growing up sexual - chapter XI

Well!  Here it is a new year.  I apologise that it's taken a while to get
you chapter 11 of Growing up Sexual.  I've been working on the galleys to
THE FRESH MEN CLUB that will be coming out sometime this spring (don't
worry, Nifty will have a link for it to Amazon).  I've also been working on
rewriting my mainstream political thriller and hope to find a publisher in
the next couple of months.  But I was also working on this chapter for you.
I hope you enjoy it.

I would like your suggestions.  What plot I started out with was never
written in stone.  The lurch you'll notice that this chapter takes is
because one of you wrote in suggesting the short detour we'll be taking
with this chapter and at least one more.  I'd really like to hear from you.
Write me at Vichowel@aol.com.

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GROWING UP SEXUAL, Chapter XI, by Dave MacMillan


Labor Day was come and gone.  I had started junior high and found it easy
enough to get used to.  Billy Lee and I got together almost every day.
Richard rarely joined us - not since August when we'd gone off to camp at
High Falls.

Sometimes, I allowed myself to wonder if he and Billy were still doing it
in their bedroom at night, like Billy and I were when we got together in
the afternoons.  It'd sure mean that Billy was getting a hell of a lot more
sex than me.  But I kept that thought for my own nights in bed when I'd
pull my pole out and beat off.

Julian, too, had disappeared out of my life as quickly as he'd come into
it.  More quickly, probably - because he spent less time at home and more
time with his new high school friends.  Danny was still driving him home
most nights, and they still went behind the shed at his house before Julian
went home.

The week before Thanksgiving, Bobby called me from Atlanta - in the
afternoon.  I was shocked.  Atlanta was more than 200 miles away, and I'd
never even thought I'd see the blond with the big dick or his buddy Tom
again.  It was one of the days that Billy Lee hadn't come over.

"Vic Howell, how're you doing?" he greeted me as I got the receiver to my
ear.

"Who's this?" I asked, not recognizing the voice at all.

"Gee thanks, guy.  You hurt me to the quick," he chuckled.  This is Bobby -
from camp.  Remember me and Tom?"

I remembered him all right.  My butt itched now that it knew whose voice it
was.  Something else itched too, deep in my butt.  A good itch, but one
that needed to be scratched.  "What's up?" I managed, beginning to imagine
him moving inside me.

"Me and Tom and a kid from Macon are going to have a retreat during the
holiday next week.  Think you and your two buddies would like to come?"

"A retreat?" I hedged.  I couldn't imagine him or Tom thinking about God or
Jesus - not with Billy and me there.  They'd be doing good if they could
keep a pair of jeans on and their dicks covered.

"Yeah, Reverend Jimmy Robertson has offered to take us 6 boys and teach us
how to be spiritual.  You want to come?"

The itch flaring in my butt didn't even give me time to think about it.
"Yeah," I said.  "Only, Bobby-" I hesitated.  "That doesn't mean I can.  My
mom has to say so.  And the Lee boys would have to get their parents'
permission."

"Don't worry about that, Vic.  Jimmy Robertson will take care of that.
He'll call your dad this evening and get the ball rolling."

"Howard's not my father," I growled in warning.

"Oh?  Sorry.  But Robertson and your dad will take care of getting you
three permission."

"I guess," I said doubtfully.

"They will.  We'll have a real good time, Vic.  It'll be just like camp -
only better.  We'll really get into the thick of things."

"IF we can go."

"Keep quiet about this until tomorrow.  Let the preachers talk it over and
then work your buddies' parents.  See you next week."

I heard the phone on the other end of the line click and hung up.  I wished
Billy had come over; I needed some relief.  Instead, I went to my bedroom
and stripped.  Stroking my dick, I imagined the two older boys naked, me
bobbing on one while the other fucked me.  I was spent when I came.

* * *

Howard drove us to Macon where Reverend Robertson was to meet us and take
us 3 boys to a Methodist camp ground halfway between Atlanta and Macon.
The Atlanta preacher was to drive us back to Soul Sunday afternoon.  Billy
was a little quite for the first hour; after that, we got into the car tag
game to see how many people from other states passed us or were passed by
us.  Richard sulked.  Howard kept telling us how much this weekend was
going to help our spiritual growth.

Richard was still sulking when we arrived in Macon and found the Wesleyan
Women's College campus where we were supposed to meet Rev. Robertson.
"There it is, boys!" Howard chirped excitedly when he saw an Emory
University van sitting alone in the parking lot we were about to pull into.
"Just remember to mind your manners with Rev. Robertson; don't embarrass
the folks in Soul.  He's considered a genius in the church."

The three of us boys climbed out of the car and made a real production of
stretching our legs.  I almost pulled a muscle and ended up with a charley
horse, I stretched mine so hard.  Billy kept laughing at how dumb I was,
but I ignored his put-downs because he was practically tenting his jeans he
was so hard.

Richard continued to sulk, and it was beginning to get on my nerves.  I
really couldn't see why he'd come if all he was going to do was put a
damper on our fun.  I thought it better not to say anything in front of the
adults, though.  Billy and I straightened up and behaved ourselves as
Howard introduced us to Reverend Robertson.  The man shook each of our
hands and told us to get our stuff and load it on the van.  He chatted with
Howard in front of the car while we three boys emptied out the trunk and,
with me in the lead, started for the van.

Richard brought up the rear and I figured he was lagging behind on purpose.
It suddenly dawned on me that his sulking maybe related back to something
that had happened at camp.  But I was pretty sure that Billy hadn't told
him how many times we'd gone off with Bobby and Tom.  Nothing was
connecting in my head but I still couldn't stop wondering if it didn't have
something to do with camp.

I got into the van and realized it was more like a small school bus.  There
were two steps up to the floor and then these seats down both sides of the
thing.  Yeah, like a school bus but not regular sized.  I guess it took
guys at Emory University to classes and back.

The backseat looked like it'd been stacked with a bunch of people's
stuff. That's when I realized that several of the backseats were occupied -
denim-covered butts stuck out almost into the aisle.

Bobby laughed softly but didn't move.  "We've been waiting for you kids,
what took you so long?"

"Howard won't go over the speed limit," I answered.  "Why're you guys lying
down on the seats?"

"Resting sort of - besides, we didn't want Rev. Howell to see you three
getting on the bus with guys so much older than you.  You might think he's
dumb, but even he could maybe see through that, you know."

I nodded; it was slowly dawning on me that there was something smelly going
on here.  It was sort of like a light going on over my head, like in the
cartoons.

Richard had pushed Billy to the back where I stood.  "You're finally seeing
what it's all about, Howell?  Jeez!  You are a real retard."  He glanced at
Billy.  "You and my brother, the happy queers with your fucking heads stuck
up your asses.  I'm surprised you can even find your way to school."

"Don't be so hard on them, Richard," a redhead said from the seat even with
Richard.  I watched as he rubbed Richard's jean-covered leg with his own.
"They like the sex as well as just getting off on it - besides, a fuck from
Bobby or Tom can leave you pretty senseless."

"I don't want to be here.  I don't want to go through with this," Richard
told all 3 of them.

"And you know what happens if you don't behave," Bobby said and smiled up
at him.

Richard collapsed on the seat across from the redhead.  "Yeah.  So, I'm
here.  But I don't have to like it, and I don't have to be dumb as shit and
not see what's happening."

"However you want to play it," Tom told him and turned to look at Billy.
"Good to see you again, kid.  You ready for some fun?"

Billy nodded slowly, glancing from one to the other of the older kids.  I
turned to Richard.  "I want to know what's happening," I told him, unsure
of what I was letting myself in for.

"You don't," Bobby told me.  "You'll see it for your own eyes starting
tomorrow morning, but you'll be having fun at the same time.  So just
relax, okay?" He turned back to the boys on the seats in front of him.
"The redhead is James, the brunette is Tom, and I'm Bobby."  He named us
then.  "So, now, everybody knows everybody else."  He grinned.  "So, loosen
up and relax.  We are going to party this weekend."

Rev. Robertson stepped into the van and I looked out the window to see
Howard getting into the car.  I gave him a short little wave but he wasn't
looking back so he didn't see it.  I turned back to face the preacher just
as the others were doing.

"We've got a nice round number for the weekend then," he said to us and
smiled.  "I think you boys already know that you've got a sex weekend ahead
of you.  That's perfect; I want you to enjoy each other.  As soon as we get
to the house, you can all run around naked if that'll get you in the mood.
I want you to have plenty of sex.  I'll be taking some pictures but don't
worry - they aren't the kind that the people in Soul are going to see.  Are
you going to have fun?"

Billy and I joined the older kids in yelling back; Richard just stared
ahead with a pained look on his face.

* * *

Me and the other two kids from Soul shared a bed that night.  I guessed
that the three older boys did too, as there were only three bedrooms on the
second floor the old farmhouse we were staying in, and none on the first
floor.  Richard held Billy to him while they slept.  It wasn't sexual,
Richard just held him.  I got a little lonely on my side of the bed by
myself before I fell asleep.

The evening before, there hadn't been much sex, even though all of us boys
were naked.  Bobby had got me to sit on the couch and lifted my legs so he
could scratch my itch.  The redhead whose name was James got Richard to go
out of the room with him, and Tommy had Billy bending over beside me.  But
that was while Rev. Robertson was fixing dinner.  Otherwise, we just sat
around and talked about ourselves.

I was already used to running around naked the next morning when I got out
of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, my piss hard-on leading the way.  I
stood in front of the bowl and tried to get the water works going.

A hand cupped my buttcheeks and I jerked.  Looking over my shoulder, I saw
Bobby grinning back at me.  "We can take a shower together-" I looked down
at his dick.  It was hard.  "Feel like a quick one?"  I nodded and,
chuckling, he stepped into the bathroom to start the shower.  At the door,
Rev. Robertson set up a camera on a tripod; he smiled at me.

"Bobby?"  I turned to the older boy.

He looked over his shoulder at me and then to the preacher.  "It's okay,
Vic.  Just pretend he's not there.  He won't bother us.  Get in the
shower."

I did as I was told and Bobby got in behind me.  The water hit me in the
chest and sprayed out into the bathroom.  I realized then that the shower
curtain was behind Bobby.  "We're going to make a mess," I mumbled.

"Put your hands flat against the wall and back out towards me," he said.  I
started to do as Bobby said with his hands on my hips guiding me.  "I'm not
so sure about this," I said over my shoulder.  My butt jutted way out, warm
water hit my back and his belly as he moved up behind me.  My dick was hard
in anticipation of what he'd promised me, though.

I felt the blunt width of his knob move down my crack until it was lodged
against my back entrance.  Bobby smiled at me and started to shove his hips
forward, his hands holding me at the waist.  As his thick width began to
push into me, I groan at the pain that spread out over my butt.  "That
hurts!"

He pumped his hips forward, holding my butt in place, and his dick buried
itself in me.  I tried to pull away but he was holding me.  "It's all
right, Vic.  I'm in.  I'll hold still until you've got used to me being
there."

I looked out in the bathroom and the preacher was squinting through the
viewfinder of his camera.  The only thing different about Bobby fucking me
now from when he did it yesterday was this man watching us and his camera
filming us.  I wondered if I was just a little uptight about that and it'd
somehow tightened up my butt muscles.

Bobby's hand wrapped around my dick and began to beat me off.  He had
started to stroke in and out of my butt.  I sighed at the sex feelings
beginning to spread through me and smiled back at him.

In and out.  He was taking it slow, pulling almost out and then burying
himself in me.  His fist action was synchronized with his dick's. I forgot
about the preacher watching us.  I forgot about him filming us.  I ground
my butt against Bobby's dick each time he pushed all the way into me, water
splashing down on me.  My eyes closed, I rode the waves of pleasure that
coursed through me.

I opened my eyes and was looking down between my legs.  The redhead grinned
back at me as he worked his way between Bobby's legs.  He brought a small,
hand-held camera up to his face and pointed it at my butt with Bobby's dick
moving in and out of it.  I could hear the film running as Bobby continued
to plow my butt.

Bobby pulled all the way out of me and I felt empty.  A moment later I felt
his knob start pushing into my hole again.  James patted Bobby's leg and
began to worm his way back through our legs.

I watched him move behind the stationary camera Rev. Robertson was working
and pass through the door.  Bobby kept on fucking me, but it didn't feel
quite as good as it had when we first started.  It was no longer able to
find a wave of sex pleasure to ride.  More and more, I just wanted Bobby to
be through.  I wanted to feel him erupt inside me so that I could go find
Billy and Richard.

Bobby pulled out of me and began to run his dick up and down my crack hard
and fast.  That didn't make any sense, and I looked over my shoulder at him
just as he began to fire.  Rope after rope of his jizz splattered on my
back and was quickly washed off by the water pouring down on us.  He
collapsed over my back, taking deep gulps of air.  "You didn't like it this
morning, did you?" he gasped.

"I like your dick, Bobby - and what it does to me when you cornhole me.  I
don't like Rev. Robertson filming us when we're doing it."

* * *

Bobby followed me downstairs.  My stomach growled as I reached the bottom
step, and I started down the hallway towards the kitchen.  I stopped as I
stepped into the room.

Billy was lying on his back on the table, his butt hanging over the side
and his legs spread across Richard's chest.  Richard was between his
brother's legs and it didn't take a genius to figure what they were doing.
Reverend Robertson had his camera set up to look down between the two boys.

Billy's 4" were hard and riding his belly as Richard pounded into him.  Tom
was on the floor underneath the table, filming the action from a different
angle.  Bobby's hard-on made a dent in my buttcheek; and I started getting
hard.

"Let's cut for a minute," the preacher said when he saw us.  "Richard, have
you ever been cornholed?"

Richard Lee turned as red as a tomato.  "Not often," he managed to answer.

Robertson nodded.  "Tommy, you and Bobby loosen him up then.  Really grease
him up.  Richard, when we start filming again, I want you to bend over and
really kiss Billy here.  Bobby, you walk up behind him, stroking your dick
slowly.  You feed it to him, and you boys have a real fun three-way.

Tommy found an open container of Crisco in the refrigerator and, sticking
two fingers in, pulled out a glob.  Richard watched him cross over to him,
a real sick look on his face.  He glanced down at Billy still lying on the
table beside him and then over at me.  "Do it," he sighed and, still
blushing furiously, turned and grabbed the side of the table, jutting his
butt out for the others.

Bobby spread Richard's cheeks wide and held them.  Tommy brought the glob
of grease down to his hole and began to work it into him.  Billy reached
over and put his hand on his brother's back.  He turned to look at the
preacher.  "Why're you doing this to him?"

Robertson chuckled.  "Because the story line is Bobby finds his little
brother Vic doing the nasty with you.  He gets it on with Vic, but he also
scores Vic's buddies - you and your brother.  The finale comes when he
shares you three with his own buddies.  This three-way will make the story
even better."

"You're making this up as you go along - why can't you just have Richard
doing the cornholing?"

"That's interesting, Billy.  But I've got it now where you younger guys are
taken advantage of - and it's pretty well settled.  Besides the guys who
buy these films prefer it that way."

Tommy pulled three fingers out of Richard and stroked Bobby's hard dick a
couple of times with the same fingers, working the left over grease into
it.  "All ready here," he told the preacher.

Robertson nodded to Richard.  "Good thing you stay hard, kid.  Put that
thing back in him," he told him and sighted through the camera's view
finder as Billy raised his legs and Richard returned them to his chest.
Billy started working his dick when Richard pushed back into him.  "Lean
over and kiss your brother, kid.  Tongue and everything.  And hike your ass
up some so that Bobby can get to it easily."

I watched as Bobby eased in behind Richard, his big dick hard and
throbbing.  I knew that Richard didn't want it and that what Bobby was
doing was wrong because of that.  But it was also a real treat to be
present and watching as Richard finally took one up the butt like Billy and
I had been taking his since before school ended for the summer.

Richard didn't try to get away or even fight it when Bobby grabbed his hips
and positioned himself.  His mouth ground against Billy's.  His face
covered half of his brothers and he was really working at kissing Richard
as Bobby pushed inch after inch of dick into his butt.  Tommy was under the
table with the hand-held camera catching every detail of the entry.

When I'd heard that Bobby was going to fuck Richard, I'd been so hard it
hurt.  I was looking forward to seeing it.  I expected to be going to town
on my dick, jacking it fast and furious.

I wasn't even hard when Bobby started working his hips behind Richard.  I
could see the older boy determined the rhythm.  He pulled out and so did
Richard; he pushed in and so did Richard.  Richard's lips never once left
Billy's.  It was like their kissing somehow made them forget about Bobby
and the cameras and everything else.

Those cameras!  Tommy and James and the preacher were making a film of us
having sex with each other.  I accepted Bobby was just as involved as the
others were.  And I understood that there were men who would buy this film
and watch us suck and cornhole each other.  I would have no control over
who saw me doing sex and knowing I was queer.  That bothered me.

It wasn't that I didn't like dick or that I didn't want one in my mouth or
my butt.  It was a matter of me deciding if I wanted a particular one or
not.  It was a matter of me deciding who was going to know my secrets and
who wasn't, even if I wasn't doing sex with them.

I knew I didn't want Rev. Robertson knowing my secrets.  I was even surer I
didn't want grown-ups anywhere knowing them.

I watched Richard Lee being cornholed and understood why he hadn't looked
forward to this retreat.  This wasn't the first time he'd let a dick in his
butt, but I was also sure he didn't enjoy it like Billy and me did.
Whoever had convinced him to come hadn't just offered a long weekend of sex
like Bobby did with me and Tommy probably did with Billy.  Richard had come
knowing what would happen.  He had come with us to protect himself - and
Billy.

I realized several things as Bobby cornholed Richard while he was fucking
Billy.  I wanted to get out of making more films for Rev. Robertson. I was
going to need both Billy and Richard.  But Richard, and Billy too, were
going to protect themselves first.  If push came to shove, Richard would
put me out in the road in front of on-coming cars to protect themselves -
probably both of them would.  I realized finally that I was between a rock
and a hard place, and I was the odd man out - no matter how I rearranged
the equation.

Bobby grunted and then moaned.  I focused on the three boys fucking at the
table.  Bobby had pulled his dick out of Richard and was now riding his
asscrack like he had mine in the shower.  Tommy had climbed out from under
the table and now stood beside Bobby, pointing his camera down at Bobby's
big dick as it began to erupt.  He pulled Richard out of Billy just as he
let go.

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