Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 14:02:10 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - XIX

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Growing Up Sexual - chapter XIX by Dave MacMillan

Mrs. Yokum, the housekeeper, had weekends off.  That Saturday morning, I
stood looking in the refrigerator wearing just my underwear, mom's note on
the counter already forgotten.  She had problems at the hospital that would
keep her there into the afternoon; my stomach's growling for food was far
more immediate.  I had showered and the boxers were clean.  I didn't have
any plans but was almost ready to face the day.

I had just decided to make a ham sandwich and was cutting a hunk of ham off
the bone when the doorbell rang.  "Shit!" I growled and started for the
hallway and the door, leaving the knife stuck in the ham on the kitchen
counter.  "Broughton Bennett!" I mumbled as I opened the door.  "What
brings you over here so early?"

"It's ten o'clock-" His voice trailed off as his gaze took in my bare chest
and moved down to my belly.  I'd forgotten I only had on my underwear when
I answered the door.  My ears burnt and I felt the blush spread across my
face.  I stepped quickly back into the house.  "May I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered, stepping to the side to allow him to enter.  I had a
damned good idea what Broughton Bennett had in mind.  Older boys just
didn't hang around with younger ones, unless something was up.  With us,
that meant sex.  He was probably the best looking boy in school and he
certainly had an admirable piece of meat.  Most boys would be happy that he
was interested in them.  My problem with him was that he didn't know how to
use what he had to get me off.  And, after Clyde yesterday, I knew that was
part of sex.

"I was driving by and saw that your mom's car was gone," he told me as I
led him back to the kitchen.

"Want something to eat?" I asked.

"Naw, I had breakfast several hours ago.  Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

I went back to sawing myself a slab of ham for my sandwich. I was making.
"What are you up to today?" I asked.

"Nothing much.  I thought we might go swimming.  We've got a small lake out
near Clyde's place."

"I'll bet you plan on us skinnydipping," I chuckled as I swabbed mustard on
a slice of bread.

"We could - if you want to.  We could stop back by the house and see if
Lindy's got back yet and if he wants to go-"

I put the piece of ham between the two slices of bread and put the sandwich
on a plate.  I got a glass down from the cabinet and went back to the
refrigerator to pour milk.  I let the silence grow between us as I sat down
at the table across from him.

Like I said, Broughton Bennett was a good looking boy.  My pole twitched
just at the thought of having him naked in front of me.  The thought of his
meat was enough to get me hard as I sat there.  Plus, he sucked dick.
Plus, he seemed to like me.  The only problem was that he hadn't got me off
yesterday.

"Didn't you get any off your girlfriend last night?" I asked as I brought
my sandwich to my mouth.  "She should've taken the edge off for you -
especially after having a piece of my ass yesterday afternoon."

He studied me for a long time.  I was halfway through my sandwich.  "I
bagged squirrel last night, Vic," he said softly.  "That's partly why I'm
here now."

I looked over at him and forgot to chew.  He looked so delicious sitting
there.  I could imagine exploring his body all day long.  I could imagine
it, but I wasn't dumb by any means.  I accepted that it was my lust
talking, and I knew I had to keep a tight rein on that if I wanted to
survive four years of high school and keep any pride for myself.  "What do
you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, I think I like having sex with you better than I do with my
girlfriend.  I also like being with you more than I do her."

Alarm bells went off inside my head.  Boys didn't talk like this.  If they
were horny and a boy was available, they got their rocks off and went on
their way.  They went out with their girlfriends, did what the girls wanted
to do, and got frustrated again.  Broughton sounded like he was talking
about something else here.

I had accepted that I liked boys and that girls were not going to be part
of my sexual life.  Even so, I had to live in Soul GA until I was old
enough to move away.  That meant I was going to have a girlfriend myself in
the near future, one who would give me cover.  It did not mean that I had a
boyfriend or someone people thought was my boyfriend.  Broughton sounded
like he was suggesting that he wanted to leave the protective covering
behind and walk nakedly out so everyone could see him.  And me.  Holding
hands or something.

"I was thinking," Broughton continued, breaking into my thoughts, "that, if
you wanted, we'd just swim and horse around in the water - nothing sexual.
Just the usual boy stuff."

"You mean you don't want to get me naked and make me your sex slave the
rest of the afternoon - yours and Lindy's?"  I remembered to chew what I
had in my mouth.  I swallowed and gulped down some milk.

"Is that what you want to do this afternoon?"

I decided that I was going to take this slow.  I'd just go along with
things as they developed until I knew what Broughton was all about.

"If Lindy's going to be there with us, I think I only want to swim," I told
him and shoved the rest of my sandwich into my mouth.

He nodded.  "Me too.  I love Lindy and all but - well, there are some
things about me that I'd just as soon he didn't know."

I grinned.  "So, you do want to get into something then."

Broughton frowned, his gaze unwavering as it met mine.  "Yeah.  You've got
one of the nicest bodies in Soul, probably the best one.  I like the feel
of it, the touch of it-"

"And my butt too, I bet."  I grinned.

Broughton blushed but nodded.

"You know I was pretty pissed off out at Johnson's lake yesterday?"

"I thought-" He blushed again.  "I guess that I really didn't think once
you had all of me inside you."

"You treated me just like you did Julian Head earlier out at Clyde's," I
told him.  "You hopped on and started galloping like you were in a race."

"There were all those guys waiting to get their piece of him-"

I smiled as realization began to dawn on me.  "The only other boy you've
cornholed was Donnie Eason, wasn't it?"  He nodded.  "And that was out by
the pool, too, with other boys waiting to get theirs, wasn't it?"

He nodded again.  "I only started going out to Auntie Clyde's last spring.
I wasn't sure-" He looked down at his hands folded on the table.  "It took
a while for me to be sure of what was safe and what wasn't.  Eason showed
up one Saturday afternoon in the spring and let everybody have a piece.  I
figured I could get one off of him and it wouldn't matter.  Up to that
point, the only queer sex I'd had was one time when my cousin in Macon and
I sucked each other off."

It didn't take Wehrner von Braun to figure out what was going on here.
There'd already been some hints.  Broughton Bennett sucked his cousin's
weinie and liked it - even if he didn't remember that part.  He'd dived to
the bottom of his closet after that.  His buddies went out to Clyde's and
Broughton had finally come as well.  And he'd been careful - keeping
himself to just the public sex and him doing the honors.  Until yesterday.
Now, he wanted queer sex and he wanted it with me.  He just didn't want
anyone to know about it.

"What do you want from me exactly, Broughton?" I asked softly.

He looked up and met my gaze.  "I want us to be friends - good friends.
And I want us to be sex partners too."

"You know, it's going to look funny to mom and your parents if I hang
around a boy as much older than me as you are."

"We can bring Lindy into it.  Him being with us will protect both of us.
And there's Clyde's-"

I sat back in my chair, still holding his gaze with mine.  "I like a hard
dick working my butt, Broughton.  I like sex - all of it.  If I understand
what you're saying you want, it's going to have to be a two-way street."

"I don't mind sucking you off," he mumbled.  "I liked that yesterday."

"And I'm going to want that - and to suck you off too.  But you're thinking
of me being your personal pin cushion, and that isn't going to happen."

His eyes bulged and his face went white.  "You mean-?"  I nodded.  "You
want to cornhole me too?"  I nodded again.

He looked down at his hands again.  "Damn!  Damn!  Damn!  I knew it!  And I
still walked right into it!"

"You want friendship, Broughton - that means equality to me, us sharing
equally.  It can't be all one-way."

"I know," he grinned sheepishly as he looked up.  "Thinking about it now, I
suspect it wouldn't have been long before I was asking you to do the honors
on my butt."  He looked quickly back down at his hands.  "I already thought
about it last night - I want you that much."

I stood up and put my plate and glass in the sink.  "Let's go up to my
room, Broughton.  Later on, we can find your brother."

In my room with the door locked, I turned to face Broughton Bennett and
grinned.  "Let's get naked, boy.  We're going to have some fun."

"Your mom?"

"She won't be back until this afternoon."  My dick started to grow.  "Come
on, Broughton, what're you waiting for?"  I started to push my boxers off.
I wanted to feel him, his body against mine.  He toed off his sneakers.

I stepped out of my underwear as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Tossing it, he grinned and licked his lips.  "You look good enough to eat,
Vic."

I laughed at his corniness.  "I thought I was pulling hen's teeth yesterday
to get you to blow me, now you want to eat me up."

His face turned serious as he unbuttoned his shorts and worked the zipper
down.  "I want you, Vic - all of you.  Yesterday, it was mostly the sex.
But, when you got mad at me for not getting you off a second time, I
started thinking.  Only, I couldn't stop thinking.  I got to where I
understood a lot of things about myself before I finally fell asleep last
night."

His shorts fell to the floor and he stepped out of them.  His dick tented
his briefs out to his hip.

"And what did you understand about yourself?" I asked unable to pull my
gaze away from his crotch.

"That I want you.  That I want to be with you.  I want more than just sex
with you - but I want that too."  He shivered as he pulled the cotton out
from his body so it could get past his meat.  "I kept remembering you
naked.  Your taste as I sucked you off.  Your ass gripping my dick when I
was inside you."

I chuckled, suddenly wise for my 14 years.  "You've got it that bad,
Broughton?" I asked.  He nodded, watching me as he stepped out of his
underwear.  "I'm going to take advantage of you then," I told him.  "I want
to cornhole you first off."

He went white and his face said I was the snake in the grass he'd just
found.  His slab of meat lost some of its steeliness.  "I guess so," he
croaked.

I crossed the room quickly and, taking his hands in mine, I pressed my face
against his chest.  "Broughton, I don't know if I'm ready for what you
want.  I don't know if I can handle it.  But I'm willing to try.  Only,
it's going to be equal all the way or it's going to come to a screeching
halt."  I pulled away and looked up in his eyes, searching them and not
knowing what I was looking for.

"I like your body.  I like the way it looks and the way it feels.  I loved
your dick the moment I saw it yesterday," I mumbled.  "You're good looking.
You're everything I could want in a boy.  That's why it's so important to
make sure we start off on the right foot, as equals."  My hands released
his and went to his hips.  They continued on to meet each other right where
his buttocks became his back.

"I like boys, Broughton.  I like dick.  That's never going to change.  It's
what I am when it comes to sex.  If we stay together, that's the way it
mostly will be - your meat and my butt, your meat and my mouth."  I pulled
him against me where our bodies were touching each other in so many places.
"But I'm never going to be like some girl.  I'm a boy, just like you are.
I've got a dick, just as you have.  You can never just assume that I'm
going to lie down and spread my legs.  Equality means that either of us can
climb between the other's legs.  It means we do things together."

His hands found my shoulders and pushed me back until we could both see the
other's face.  He leant forward and kissed the tip of my nose.  His lips
moved down to meet mine.  My hands climbed up his back to his shoulders as
my lips opened and my tongue searched for an entry into his mouth.  A
moment later, we were kissing and grinding against each like crazy.  I
could feel my balls rising alongside my pole.

He pulled away enough to smile down at me.  "I guess that, if you're going
to be my boyfriend, I'd better get used to all kinds of sex, Vic.  Why
don't you show me what I've been missing."

"I won't hurt you, I promise," I told him and meant it.  Nine guys had been
in butt over the last two years; I reckoned I'd learnt a thing or two.

"What do I do first then?"

"Lie down on the bed.  Let me get some greasy stuff."  I pulled my jar of
vaseline from the night stand and turned back to face him.  His eyes were
on the jar in my hand.  "I'm going to grease up your butthole, Broughton.
I'm also going to stretch it with my fingers so that my dick isn't a major
shock to you when I put it in."  I grinned as I sat on the bed.  "And I'm
going to suck you off.  Does that sound okay?"

He eyed my hard-on and asked: "Can't we both suck each other at the same
time?"

"You want to?"  He nodded.  I straddled his chest then, facing his meat and
placing the jar at his hip.  He reached up and his hand formed a fist
around my shaft, stroking me a couple of times as I moved back enough that
he could reach me easily.

I licked the tip of his knob and he moaned as I opened the jar at his hip.
I swallowed his wide, flared knob as I scooped out a dab of vaseline.  I
started down his shaft as my fingers found his pucker.

I felt his lips touch my head and begin to open for it.  He took the knob
into his mouth and worked it with his tongue.  It wasn't like yesterday
when he was trying to get me off fast; now, he was exploring.  He was
learning my dick.

My greased finger explored his hole as I took him down to his balls.  I
gagged as his head pushed between my tonsils, but I relaxed my throat and
took all of him.  He groaned around my pole as more of it entered his
mouth.  His hands grasped my buttcheeks, pulling the rest of me into him.

My finger slipped into him and his hips bucked, his ass muscle tightening
around my finger like a noose.  I bobbed up and down on him a couple of
times, waiting for him to relax.  For a moment, my mind floated and I
smelled Ivory soap mixed with clean sweat as I buried my nose in his balls.

His grip on my finger loosened and I slipped it into him.  I began to work
the one finger in and out of him in synchronization with my bobbing.  I
heard moans under me and felt the vibrations they caused against my knob.

I pulled my finger out of him and scooped up more lubricant.  This time, I
worked two fingers into him.  His muscle gripped them hard, like last time.
But he relaxed a lot faster and I quickly buried them in him.  I felt his
gasp from the tip of my dick to the root as I found his joy spot.  I tasted
his pre-cum that started to ooze out of his piss slit.  I was concentrating
on Broughton.  On making this feel good to him.  I managed to start hitting
his spot with every stroke.

My dick was in his mouth, the head of it wedged in his throat.  But he'd
forgotten it as I sucked his dick and finger fucked him.  He was humping my
face, his balls tightening.  I worked a third finger into him.  He started
to fuck my face hard, lost in the sensations I knew were washing over him.

I felt him freeze, his ass muscles gripping my fingers like vises.  His
knob got bigger in my throat.  I pulled off of him enough that only his
head was in my mouth.  His first load erupted and I was suddenly trying to
swallow fast enough to take everything he was giving me.

"It can be that good?" Broughton asked when he'd caught his breath.

"It can be even better," I answered as I slipped out from under him.  "Lie
down on your stomach and I'll show you."  I kept my fingers in him as I sat
beside him on the bed.

"You want to do it now?" he asked, studying me closely.

"You're still loose.  It won't hurt much, if any.  And I'll take it real
slow, I promise."

He looked from my face to my arm and his gaze followed it out to my hand
hidden by his buttcheek.  He grinned and nodded.  "Do it, Vic.  I want to
feel you inside me."

I climbed up on the bed and straddled his legs.  I scooped up a glob of
vaseline with my free hand and worked it around on my dick.  "Hike your
butt up some, Broughton," I told him as I knelt over him, aiming my greasy
pole to where my fingers were still plugged into him.

His body flinched as my knob touched his cheek and began to slide down its
slope towards my fingers.  I pulled them out slowly as my pole waited at
his entrance.  He lowered his shoulder and tried to watch every move I was
making.

I carefully began to lower my hips towards him.  The tip of my meat moved
to possess the opening of his hole and began to slide into him, spreading
his muscle as my fingers had done.  "Push down, Broughton," I told him
softly.

The knob pushed through his sphincter without much resistance.  As soon as
I felt that muscle close around my shaft, I stopped to give him time to get
used to me being in him.  A moment later, he wiggled his butt hesitantly
and smiled up at me.  "Make love to me, Vic."

I pushed in slowly until all of my nearly 7 inches were in him and my pubes
were spreading his cheeks.

"Lie on me and kiss me while you're doing it," he said and puckered his
lips.

I chuckled and lay on his back.  "How does it feel?" I asked as my face
swam towards his.

"Like Vic Howell's buttfucking me," he answered just before our lips
touched.  We moved slowly together, riding our separate waves of pleasure,
carrying each wave that the other felt higher and better.

Even as the pressure building up in my balls became a stutter that
threatened our togetherness, I forced myself to keep my strokes in and out
of him slow and gentle.

His muscles clamping and unclamping along my shaft was two strokes before I
pushed as deep into him as I could and began to erupt.  Our lips separated
then and Broughton lay his head on his hands.  "Stay in me," he whispered
as he closed his eyes.
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