Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 18:42:34 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter 14

Another installment.  These things do go on, don't they?  But Vic is so
much fun to write about.

A special thanks to Shan who said he wanted more story to go with the sex.
I think he's getting it, as are the rest of you who've said words to that
effect.  Thanks to Scotty who's writing the Poor White Trash series in
Incest - his stories have reminded me that the white South of 50 years ago
was divided up into highly segmented classes.  So, of course, I've got to
bring that into Vic's on-going story.  Today's white trash are the rednecks
you've heard about; but, at least, the economic and social bonds that once
held them to place are gone now.

I welcome your comments and suggestions.  You're what has carried this
story as far as it's come.  I'd like to see it continue until Vic is out of
high school, but I need your help.  E-mail me at Vichowel@aol.com.

Oh, yeah ... The legal stuff.  Don't read if under 18, don't steal (it's
copyrighted), every character is fictional, and go someplace else if you
don't like gay sex.
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Growing Up Sexual - Chapter 14 by Dave MacMillan


I ended up staying at my aunt's until the end of July - almost five weeks.
I'd never worked as hard as I did doing farm work with John and Peter - and
I couldn't remember as much fun.  I was bound and determined to make my
cousins respect me by doing as much work as they did.  I ached in places I
didn't even know I had muscles, but I felt good too.  Peter or John was
always there to tousle my hair, hug me, or otherwise make me feel accepted.
Then there was skinnydipping down at the creek every afternoon.  And the
blowjobs in their room in the still of the night.

When I returned to Soul, I knew that I could never go back to my
self-imposed celibacy.  I was queer.  I wanted dick.  I needed it.  And I
was going to have it the next 4 years I was in high school.  There was no
question about that.  The question was how to have it and keep it quiet.  I
definitely didn't need that kind of talk getting around town.

 I rode my bike through town, looking for changes.  I had been shipped off
to my aunt's.  Richard and Billy were sent to relatives in Savannah.  Joe
Phillips was sent off to take a college course at Brewton Parker Baptist
College, where his daddy had taught before coming to First Baptist in Soul.
Enough of my kind of kids had been sent away, something had to have
changed.  Maybe half the town burnt down in riots?  Store windows busted
out?  The first couple of news reports we'd watched on TV at my aunt's sort
of suggested the whole town was going to be torched.

I wanted to see justification for my summer being disrupted.  Just a little
bit would have been nice.  After all, it wasn't every day I got shipped off
to my aunt's for a whole month.  Even if I learned to really like my
cousins and them me.

Soul hadn't changed a bit in five weeks.  The stores still did business.
Every window was in place.  Old ladies I'd known all my life waved from
their gardening as I rode by.  Every single damned blade of grass was in
place.  Every rose, every marigold.

I wondered what all the hulaboo had been about.

Julian Head crossed the street as I pulled into my driveway.  It was
already hot as hell.  "Hi, Vic," he said from the sidewalk.  "How was your
vacation up at your aunt's?"

I shrugged and wondered what was up.  The Julian Head I'd come to know the
past 2 years almost avoided me - at least since Danny started fucking him.
"It was okay, I guess.  What about you?"

He snorted as he reached me.  "I stayed here and worked.  Daddy said that
there weren't no niggers going to scare his kid away, like they did you
rich kids."

I was immediately uncomfortable.  Mom didn't allow that word in our house.
It just wasn't done.  I'd have my butt paddled from one room to the next if
I used it.  I understood why I wasn't supposed to use and accepted that
reasoning.  Only, how did a guy tell somebody else not to use it?  I
decided to take the bull by the horns.  "Julian, I'm glad as heck to see
you, buddy," I told him, "but you can't use that word here.  Mom won't
allow it, and it makes me uncomfortable."

Julian stared at me in surprise.  "What do you want me to call them?" he
asked finally, never breaking eye contact.

"Maybe we just shouldn't talk about Black people-" I smiled.  "We've known
each other forever, can't we find other things to talk about?"

"Sure."  He grinned.  "I came over to find out what you were doing this
afternoon."

I pretended to pull a pocket notebook out of my back pocket.  "Not a
thing," I said, studying my imaginary appointments book.  "I'm free all
afternoon.  What about you?"

"Me too.  Maybe we can go to your room and catch up on what each other's
been doing?"  He slid his thumb slowly across the front of his jeans.

"Sure.  And Mrs. Yokum can get us something cold to drink."

"Mrs. Yokum?"

"Our housekeeper."

"Since when do you have a housekeeper?"

"Since Howard left."

"Maybe we can go out to Clyde's," he said softly, looking around quickly to
make sure no one had heard him.

"Clyde's?"

"Clyde Lee, Vic.  He's about the richest man in Soul, the county too."  He
studied me until I felt strange.  "He owns that monster white house out on
the Nichols Highway, that and about fifty thousand acres."

I'd heard the man mentioned when I was around adults.  In a town the size
of Soul, it was impossible not to hear about the richest man in the county.
He funded our little league and he had a wing of the hospital named after
him.  I'd heard other things about him, too.  Half things really.  Half
comments from the bigger boys that always seemed to trail off in red faces
and giggles anytime a younger kid showed up.

I faced Julian then.  "How do you know Mr. Lee?"

He turned the color of stewed beets.  "Danny and I used to go out there all
the time.  I still do."

My curiosity was suddenly eating me up inside.  I realized I was finally a
big kid in my own right.  I was 14 years old.  I could find out about Clyde
Lee and what the big kids before me had always giggled about.  "You think
he'd mind?" I asked cautiously, trying to be careful where I was putting my
foot down.  I suddenly suspected there were cow patties everywhere - real
fresh ones.

"Mind what?"

"You said we could go out to his place when you found out Mrs. Yokum was
here." I reminded him.

Julian grinned.  "He won't mind.  He likes me."

"How do we get there?" I asked.  "His place has to be at least 5 miles out
from town."  I looked down at my bike between my legs and knew I wasn't up
for a marathon.

"I've got Danny's car until he's through basic training.  We'll drive out."
My eyes bugged out.

"He's letting you drive his car?" I gasped.  From what little I'd know
about Danny Dramond, his car was his pride and joy.  He must've really
liked what Julian's tail did for him to let him use his car.  Julian
nodded.  "Does he know what he's going to do in the army?" I asked,
climbing off my bike and leading it up to the house.

"That boy!  He signed up for airborne."

"Jesus!  That training's got to be tough."

"Yeah-" Julian grinned.  "But he's always hard as nails."

I opened the door and called out to Mrs. Yokum to tell her I was going for
a ride with Julian.  I followed him down the drive, pretending his little
comment had gone right over my pointy little head.

We just chitchatted until we were at the edge of town.  He glanced over at
me then and took a deep breath.  "You know Clyde Lee's reputation, don't
you, Vic?"

I looked back at him, trying my best to look innocent.  "Not really," I
answered.  That was almost the truth.  From what little I had heard from
other kids the past several years, I had the impression that his reputation
had a lot to do with queer sex.  And the kids in high school somehow
figured in it.

Mom had always taught me to act dumber than I was - that I would learn a
whole lot more than I would showing how smart I was.  It worked real well
in math at school, so I figured it'd work on Julian.  I was right.

"He has open house for high school boys, Vic.  Anything goes ... Well, you
can't get drunk and then drive - he gets someone to drive you home if that
happens.  But anything sexual goes.  The deal is pretty simple: you can't
make somebody do what he doesn't want to do, and you can never tell what
you know when you're away from his place."

"You can suck and fuck and nobody says anything?"  He nodded.  "Everybody
does it?"

"Not everybody."  He shrugged.  "I guess most of the boys don't.  They'll
let you suck them or they'll fuck you, but they don't do anything more than
a handjob sometimes."

"So, what's the attraction if everybody's just waiting for the odd guy to
drop to his knees?"

"Clyde sucks anybody that comes.  All you've got to do is ask.  There's one
white trash who'll bend over for everybody.  There's lots of rumors that
others do to - but they're pretty choosey."

"Were you choosey about Danny?"

He turned as white as his tee-shirt.  "You know about that?" he squeeked.

"I watched you a couple of times behind his shed-"

"Vic!!!!"

"I was sort of hurt that you just dropped me like you did, Julian.  I
stayed up waiting for you to come home."

He gritted his teeth but nodded.  "There when Danny and I first started
going together - I didn't want to give you up, man.  That's why I turned my
butt up to you that time.  Only, Danny said I had to be his alone or it was
all over."

"So, you dropped me?"

"We were going steady, Vic.  Everybody knew about it."

"Everybody?"

"Yeah.  Danny fucked me beside the pool, in the living room.  That boy
stayed hard, and my little pussy couldn't get enough of him.  If he did me
once, he did me four times a night."

"Jesus!  How?"

"Two at the garage before I locked up.  We'd go out to Auntie Clyde's for a
nightcap and see who was around.  He'd always take me again there.  And
then he was ready by the time we'd get home."

"Did others see you two going at it?"

Julian shrugged.  "We were going steady, why shouldn't anyone who wanted to
watch get an eye-ful?  Every boy who goes to Clyde's knows I'm Danny's.
It's no problem."

"You're saying you're homo."

"Yeah."

"And most of the boys in this town know it?"  He nodded.  I thought about
what he'd told me.  Everybody in town who wanted to knew that Julian Head
was queer.  Maybe he didn't care, but I sure didn't want that kind of
reputation.  "Why am I riding out here with you?" I asked suspiciously.

"So we can have some fun."

"You aren't going to cornhole me," I told him.  "I never did that."

He shrugged and began to slow the car down.  "Nobody's going to be here
this early anyway.  It'll be just Clyde and us; Donny Eason graduated with
Danny and moved down to Jacksonville.  You can fuck me.  My pussy needs
dick real bad."

I relaxed.  As I understood the ground rules to entering Clyde Lee's boys
club, I just had to be willing to fuck Julian - and keep quiet about it
afterwards.

Julian's pussy could have all of my dick that it could handle.  I just
wasn't going to do anything I might regret until I knew all the ground
rules by heart.  That meant no sucking or getting cornholed on my part.  I
smiled as he turned into a paved drive that cut through a copse of pine
trees.  My dick got hard inside my shorts.  It never crossed my mind that I
wouldn't like Auntie Clyde's.

* * *

We rounded the house and, spotting the man lying beside the pool, Julian
started for him with me on his heels.  My eyes bulged when I got maybe ten
feet from the man.  He was naked.  I stopped.  This was almost too much and
I had to think about it.

I mean, I knew I was going to cornhole Julian -he'd asked me to and I
wanted to. And that meant we'd be pretty well naked together.  But here was
someone else, a grown-up from what little I'd seen of him already, just
lying there naked as the day he was born and soaking up sun.

Julian swished up to him - there was no other word I could use that
described how my buddy was walking.  "Hey, girl!" he called to the man.

The man sat up slowly and smiled at Julian.  I watched as his dick rolled
off this thigh and fell down between his legs.  The man was blond and
tanned all over - and really good looking.  I felt that damned itch up my
butt I'd come to know so well start growing.  I figured him for his late
twenties.  "Who's your friend?" he asked and stretched like being naked in
front of us was the most natural thing in the world.

"I'm Vic Howell," I told him as I came up beside Julian.

His hand reached out and I took it.  "I've heard a lot about you the last
few months, Vic," he said as we shook hands.  He grinned up at me.  "I'm
Clyde Lee. You're welcome in my home anytime."  He turned back to Julian.
"What brings you boys out here?"

Julian blushed and I saw then that he was studying Clyde's dick.  The man
had a fat one and it was already half-hard, rising up from between his
legs.  The tip of its knob was just peeking out of its foreskin.  "I
thought we might get in some swimming - and fool around."

Clyde glanced back to me.  "Do you fool around, Vic?" he asked.

It was my turn to blush.  "Sometimes," I stammered.

"That's good then."  He laughed.  "It sounds like we won't have to treat
you for shock after you find out how good it feels to be naughty."

He looked from me to Julian and back.  "What are you boys waiting for?  The
first pool rule is that you can only skinnydip in it - no clothes are
allowed."  I nodded and waited for Julian to start pulling off clothes.
Clyde laughed again.  "You can suck it, Julian.  Between Vic and me, we'll
fill you up."

Slowly, still staring at the man's pecker, Julian pulled his tee-shirt out
of his jeans and over his head.  He unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned the
waist button.  "Nobody else is coming over this morning, are they?" he
asked as he pushed the denim onto his thighs.  He wasn't wearing underpants
and his pole stuck straight out, its skin pulled back.

"Nobody I know of, Julian.  It wouldn't matter anyway; they all know you
like dick."

"Just Danny's," he answered, still gazing at Clyde's meat that had reached
full mast.

"And he's in the army, up in South Carolina at training camp."  Clyde
grinned.  "When the cat's away, the mice play - we all know that."

"I don't want that getting around, okay?"  Julian pulled his jeans over his
feet and stood in front of us naked.  I had got down to my briefs and
hurried to pull them off.  I still had that itch up my butt, but my dick
was hard just thinking of spreading Julian's buttcheeks.

"Get in the pool, boys.  It'll cool you both off some."  Clyde grinned at
me.  "You look hot as a firecracker, Vic."  I blushed again and trotted to
the edge of the pool.  "You ever cornhole anybody?" he continued.  I
nodded.  "You'll be able to show Julian here a good time with that thing of
yours then."  He licked his lips.  "It a nice one.  You do your folks up
proud."

The two of us boys were in the pool and Clyde was sitting on the edge with
his legs spread and his feet in the water.  Julian seemed a little
distracted and was keeping a little distance between us.  I didn't know how
to start things rolling.  Clyde stroked his pole lazily and watched us for
a couple of minutes.  "Come here, Julian," he called finally.  "You too,
Vic.  Come over here."

Julian moved through the water toward Clyde, his gaze on the man's dick.
It was almost like he was in a trance.  I didn't understand; I thought that
this was what he wanted.  I followed after him.

Julian had his elbows on Clyde's thighs and his face about an inch from the
man's pecker when I came up beside them.  "Bend over a little more,
Julian," the man told him.  "Get that fanny out there so Vic can get to
it."  His fingers touched behind Julian's head and began to pull his face
towards him.  "Take it, baby.  It's ready for you."

Julian's tongue came out as he opened his mouth wide.  I watched as the
thick head of Clyde Lee's dick disappeared into Julian's mouth.  "Get
behind him, Vic.  Get that 2 X 4 of yours inside him."

I moved behind Julian and, using my thumbs, spread his cheeks.  I placed my
knob up against his entrance and Julian wiggled his fanny in welcome.  My
hands went to his waist as I began to push forward.  "He's not going to be
that tight, Vic," Clyde told me.  "Danny only left a couple of weeks ago.
Just take it slow and easy."

Julian pushed back and the head of my dick moved inside him.  Cool water
splashed against my balls as he continued to impale himself on me.  It had
been almost a year since the last time I had been with Billy and Richard,
since Billy had welcomed my pecker inside him.  I had almost forgotten how
good it felt, his chute a hot, buttery velvet fist gripping my dick as it
moved deeper into him.  I almost lost it before my pubes could reach the
insides of his buttcheeks.

Almost.  But it all came rushing back over me as I watched my favorite part
of myself sink into him and felt his warmth welcome it.

I was buried to the balls in his chute.  My hands moved slowly up his hack
from his hips and I leaned over him and kissed his shoulder.  Julian ground
his butt against my crotch and moaned around Clyde Lee's pole in his mouth.
I began to move in him then.

Water splashed against my thighs and my balls.  His chute was an oven I was
all too happy to have found again.  Julian Head was a continuous moan, his
butt clenched along the whole length of my shaft as I pulled out of him.
His chute was warm, silky butter I cut through as I pushed into him and he
ground against me.

In no time, my balls rode the shaft of my dick, and I was hovering on the
threshold of blowing my load.  I held on with everything I had.

Julian reached between his legs and, finding my ballsac, pulled on my nuts.
I pounded his butt, teetering just at the edge and trying to hold on.  He
bobbed in Clyde Lee's crotch, taking everything the man could give him.

I couldn't hold it any more.  I was beyond trying.  I buried myself in him,
my pubes grinding into his buttcheeks as my dick grew large inside him and
began to blow.  My torso collapsed on his back as I continued to erupt.

"Good to see you getting off on a hard tallywacker again, Julian," someone
said.  Julian jerked beneath me, even before I could react.  "Who's this
feeding him, Clyde?" the voice continued.

I found my footing and stood up, putting my weight on my feet.  It took
another couple of seconds to remember I had my dick buried in Julian's
butt.  I pulled out, still more hard than soft, and looked up to see who
had showed up at Clyde Lee's pool at such an inopportune moment.

The sun was behind him.  It took me another moment to realize I wasn't
seeing double.  There were two people there.  One stepped forward, knelt,
and put his arm around Clyde's shoulder.  "Hey, Auntie, we came out to
swim."  I recognized him then.  He was one of the Weeks boys.

I guessed his identical twin was the figure still standing between me and
the sun.  I immediately started pulling everything I knew about them
together.  A year older than Julian - 17 or thereabouts.  Their daddy was
the undertaker in town.  They had money, were well-liked, and were related
to Richard and Billy through marriage.

The boy between me and the sun knelt and smiled.  He was looking into
Julian's face.  "We did think we'd come out and get in some swimming.  But
we're always open to party."  He looked over at his twin behind Clyde.
"Isn't that right, Jimmy?"

I took a step back from Julian and wished I wasn't naked.  I was happier
than hell that it wasn't my butt they saw being plowed.

"So, what brings you boys out so early?" Julian asked, seeming to recover.
Clyde pulled his feet up and got them under him.  Jimmy Weeks let go of his
neck and joined his brother in talking with Julian.  Clyde motioned me to
get out of the water and join him.

I followed Clyde into the house and watched him pick up a pair of shorts
and pull them on.  "I guess I'd better run you home."

I came out with Julian," I told him.

He smiled.  He didn't seem happy about anything.  "Julian's going to be
occupied for another hour at least.  I don't think you'd want to join in."

I glanced back out at the pool.  The Weeks boys had stripped out of their
clothes but were still talking to Julian.

"Is he all right?" I asked.

"He's fine, Vic."  Clyde had found a tee-shirt and was pulling it over his
head.

"You're sure?  You're acting like Henry and Jimmy are going to do something
to him I shouldn't see-"

Clyde picked up his wallet and keys.  "Let's start for the car, Vic.  I'll
explain it all to you when we're on the road."


I sat in the big Lincoln and felt like the seat around me was quicksand or
something - I just kept sinking into it.  "What's going to happen to
Julian?" I asked as we turned around in the drive and started down the
driveway for the highway.

"Nothing that he doesn't want to happen, Vic."

"Why did you rush me out of there then?"

Clyde Lee sighed over the air conditioning that was hitting hitting us both
hard.  "Vic, you know there are some people better than others - at least,
that's the way society sees it happening."

"Yeah?  So?"

"Julian's mama is a wonderful woman, so I hear.  She was part of the small
middle class we have here in the South.  But she married beneath her
station.  Julian's daddy is trash, Vic.  That makes Julian trash.  And
you'd better remember that from now on out."

"So, what's going to happen to him back at your house?"

"He and the Weeks boys are going to get it on.  He'll suck them and they'll
fuck him."

"That's rape!"

"He wants it.  Vic, that boy has showed off his booty to everybody that
comes out here these past 2 years.  Only, Danny Dramond was the dick that
kept him filled up."

"And Danny's gone.  So?  If he wants to get it on with the Weekses, what's
the problem with it?"

Clyde Lee laughed.  "So, it's Vic Howell's education time, is it?"  He
nodded.  "Okay, Julian Head is queer.  He's a faggot as much as Auntie
Clyde Lee.  And I'll bet as much as you are."

"So?"

"He's not one of us, Vic Howell.  He's probably somewhere between our kind
of people and trash, but he isn't one of us.  Still, he's queer.  He
crossed the line when he had public sex with Danny.  That told everybody he
was available, just as soon as Danny was gone.  Maybe he didn't know it,
but that's what he was broadcasting.  And, in this town, he's going to stay
a faggot until no-one remembers him any more."

"Why does it have to mean that?" I demanded even as I remembered my own
reaction to his sudden appearance on my drive that morning.  It hadn't been
just catching up on the past two years that I'd been interested in.  I had
just assumed his appearance meant he wanted sex.  And I'd been right.

"Because - well, let me give you my thoughts on classes of people.  People
like you and me, we're not doctrinaire - we're open to experiences and we
don't judge so harshly.  Then there's the middle class.  They'll
experiment, but they're going to feel guilty afterwards.  They build up
walls that they don't want to see broken down.  They're dragged kicking and
screaming out of those walls when they tumble down.  And, finally, there's
the trash.  They're like the middle class because they build up walls to
separate them from everybody else, but they hold onto those walls even
after they're shattered."

He paused and seemed to lose himself in his thoughts.  I tried to
understand what he was talking about.  "Let me take something that isn't
sexual, maybe you'll understand better.  This integration thing-" I nodded.

"Folks were ready to bring out clubs and rifles and anything else they had
at home when the Colored decided to march on the courthouse last month.  It
was nigger this and nigger that.  The shop owners in Soul wanted the
national guard to come in shooting, even when it's the Coloreds buying from
them to make them their living.  The trash saw that Black people wanted to
be treated just like them and, if that happened, they weren't going to have
anybody to look down on any more.

"You're going to have a couple of Negroes going to school with you this
coming year, Vic.  You, and the others kids like you are going to see that
as just a new experience and then go on with your lives.  Kids like that
Varnadore boy whose daddy drives the fuel oil truck - they're going to see
those Black faces as a plot to bring down educational levels at school.
The trash is going to see those Colored kids as a threat to their very
lives.  They're going to realize that they're on the bottom rung of society
where they've been all along - only now, they'll soon not be looking down
their noses at Black people as being even worse off than them."

"What does that say about Julian?" I asked as we turned onto Church Street
and neared my house.

"It means that he's gone all the way and boys in town know it.  They're
going to expect him to put out - just like he is.  Just like he did with us
and then for the Weeks boys.  He's now a slut, Vic.  That's how the other
boys are going to see him.  That's probably how he's already seeing
himself.  Be careful around him, especially when you decide to go all the
way yourself.  Stay among your own kind for sex; they'll accept you as long
as they see you as being choosey."

"And Julian?"  We were in front of my house.  I opened the door but waited
for Clyde's answer.

"He's going to be everybody's party boy, Vic, from now on out.  He made
that bed for himself when he let Danny fuck him in front of ten guys at my
pool last spring.  Any boy, regardless of his class, is going to know they
can get a piece of ass off him."

"But why?"

"Vic, don't be dense!  That boy took the two of this morning.  Right now,
the Weekses are taking turns fucking him.  I'll get a piece of him when I
get home.  And the day isn't even half done yet."

"I thought we weren't supposed to tell anybody about what happens out at
your house."

"Supposed to.  It still gets around if you're a real slut when it comes to
sex."  He smiled at me.  "I hope you come out to the house often, Vic.  I
really like your mother, she's a real pleasure to work with.  I think I'm
going to like you too."

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