Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2001 19:51:25 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter XLVI

Growing Up Sexual

For those of you who really, really like my writing: May I suggest my
Confessions Of A Vampire and the new The Avengers in the science
fiction/fantasy folder of Nifty's gay male stories? You'll have to scroll
back to last Nov for Confessions but I think it'll be worth it.

Please be legal whatever you do - there are thought police throughout the
net, lurking there to steal your minds. Unfortunately there are also
predators out there as well, ready to suck your youth from you. Don't give
either of them a chance. And don't read this is you're under-aged or live
in a fascist country/ state/province.

Don't you just love Roman numerals? The 40s especially? In America at
least, XL means extra large. So this chapter is an "extra large 6". I hope
you enjoy it.

Dave


Chapter XLVI

Henry looked up towards the house when he heard the backdoor slam. He
watched as Billy and Cary started towards the pool. Both boys were naked
and, even from this distance, both of them oozed sex, filling the whole
area with the scent of it.

Cary had his arm around Billy's waist, his fingertips riding his older
cousin's tumescent pole. Billy had his arm over the kid's shoulder, his
fingers playing with Cary's tit.

Henry groaned. Jimmy glanced at him and followed his gaze towards the boys
approaching them.  "What's the matter, Henry?" Jimmy asked.

"We just lost our last fucktoy, brother."

Jimmy studied the two boys more closely. Cary was fully hard and wasn't
even trying to hide it. "Shit!" he groaned.

Henry looked around the pool and saw that none of the others had overheard
them.  "We're surrounded by dick lovers," he whispered, "and there isn't
even one of them that we can get."

"Maybe Vic?" Jimmy sighed.

"With Richard Lee between that boy's legs? And the way Vic just about
swoons when he's around? I don't think so."

"Maybe we should see if Glenda Faye Woods wants to get into a threesome?"
Jimmy suggested.

"Bull!" Henry hissed. "I want something tight around my dick."

"Yeah. Like a cute butt," Jimmy sighed.

"And I don't want to wait until after they've cleaned up the picture show
before I get into something a freight train could go into," Henry
continued. "That'd mean midnight or later."

"Got any better suggestions?" Jimmy asked.

"One. But I've got to think it through before I let you in on it."

"Oh?"

"It gets kinda involved, you know?"

"The main question has to be does it get us off?" Jimmy told him, following
his own thoughts. "And the other question is will it feel good? If the
answer to those questions are yes, then nothing else really matters."

Henry grinned and looked at his brother more closely than he had since
they'd first learnt to jack off. "I'll keep that under my hat while I'm
thinking about this."

"Well," Jimmy growled, "don't think on it too long. I don't want to be old
and gray before I get off again." He pushed off the side of the pool and
started swimming towards the Bennett brothers.

Henry watched his brother swim up to Broughton, his gaze mainly on Jimmy's
bottom. He had to admit that it did look pretty damned good, better than
most that he'd had his dick buried in.

He shuddered. What he was thinking was crazy. Jimmy? Shit! He'd have to let
Jimmy have him, if he was ever going to get some of his brother. And they
were both definitely - emphatically - into girls. They only did other guys
because girls in Soul didn't spread their legs. Give either one of them a
wet pussy and a hot ass in front of them and have them make a choice,
they'd both take the pussy.

Well - maybe not Glenda Faye's.  Hell! A boy would have to have a pole as
big as a train to fuck her and feel very much. Besides, every boy in Soul
had had her.

His gaze shifted to the Bennett boys and his thoughts with it. It didn't
take a braniac to know that Broughton was stuffing his oversized slab of
meat into his little brother every day. The bet around Clyde's was that
Broughton took it up the butt too - but only from Lindy. And he'd never
denied it. When the subject came up, he just let it slide right on past
without saying a word.

But Broughton Bennett was one of the most normal boys he knew at
school. The kid was helpful to anyone that needed it and he didn't lord his
daddy's money over people's heads either. And he could be as funny as
anybody Henry had ever heard.

But Broughton crammed his dong up his brother's butt and let the kid
buttfuck him as well.

Lindy was even pretty normal acting - like Vic and Richard. He didn't go
silly over a naked dick like Billy Lee did. A guy could tell he was into
dick, just like he could with Vic - but he had to be looking pretty hard to
see it.

Maybe being queer wasn't all that bad. You just had to put down rules that
you didn't break, unlike what Julian and Danny did. You could fuck and
suck; you just did it privately. You just didn't put on a show for
everybody when you were doing it.

That's what had happened to Julian. And, when Danny graduated and moved
off, the boy was left high and dry - with everybody knowing he took it up
the butt and liked the hell out of it. A guy like that ended up not caring
any more. And Julian was soon entertaining every boy in the county with his
butt - until something had finally clicked between him and Clyde.

He and Jimmy - they could keep it quiet and nobody would ever even know.

Only, he'd have to take Jimmy's pole down his throat and up his butt - if
he expected his brother to service him.

Before he realized it, he was wondering what that would feel like. And his
dick was liking the idea.

Shit! This is crazy thinking, he told himself and tried to push the idea
away. He couldn't take his eyes off of the Bennett brothers, though - or
pull his mind away from the picture of Jimmy's butt that it was holding out
there for him to see. He was so hard his skin had peeled all the way back,
not even bunching up behind the flange of his knob.

* * *

My shoulders were being shaken. My hands were flopping around and my head
was lolling across one side of the pillow and then the other. I forced
myself to open my eyes.

I smiled then, looking into Richard's eyes only inches away from my
face. It still felt as if he was in me. "What-?" I asked fuzzily, trying to
pull my thoughts together.

"You can't go to sleep, baby," he told me. "Now, get your lazy butt out of
bed." He popped my nearest asscheek to emphasize his order. Not hard, but
hard enough to show that he meant business.

I turned and wrapped my fingers around his dick, my lips following slowly
behind with detours to his nipples and his bellybutton. He was nearly hard
when I got to where my hand was.

I kissed the tip and found some cum still in his piss slit and licked it
out.  I looked up at him then, grinning.  "Good to the very last drop," I
told him.

Richard laughed and pulled away from me, angling for the side of the
bed. "Vic, you are just too much," he said as soon as he was on his feet
and turned back to face me.

"You don't like it?"

"I do, baby." He knelt and kissed me. "I do. But you owe me now."

"I do?" I asked sitting up.

"Yeah. You were supposed to fuck me and I ended up rear ending you again."

"Next time, I promise," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before." His face went blank for the moment that
it took a thought to cross his brain and him to consider it. "I know-"

"Yeah?"

"Get me invited to spend the night at your house tonight. Then, I'll have
you up my butt all night long."

I scooted to the edge of the bed. "Do you really want to? To spend the
night, I mean?"

He smiled.  "Yeah. That would be nice. I'd be able to hold my baby all
night long that way."

"We'll be dead on our feet tomorrow, but okay - I'll call mom. Then you
call your dad."

I pushed off the bed and wrapped my fingers back around his dick. It got
hard instantly. "Come on, lover boy. Let's get this night of wild carnal
pleasures set up."

I led him out into the hallway and into the living room where I called mom.

After we'd made our calls and made all the promises parents seemed to
demand before they let a guy do what he wants to do, we headed out to the
pool. I was still holding Richard's hard dick and leading him. While Clyde
was my lover's uncle, Auntie Clyde's was still more my haunt than
Richard's.

As we approached, Cary was plastered up against Billy, pulling his head
down so that he could reach my buddy's lips. Billy held his cousin against
him by the buttcheeks and Cary was grinding against him.

I glanced over at Clyde at the edge of the pool and wondered how long it
would take him to have his talk with the boys. Auntie had some definite
ideas about how boys of our sort were supposed to act in public. It
probably didn't matter right now - everybody in the pool was from the same
set. Except maybe Julian. Clyde had sort of made him one of us when he took
him into his home and his bed.

"You going to let go of me now?" Richard asked and everybody looked up at
us and kinda laughed.  I blushed. And let go of his hard dick. It smacked
against his belly. Loudly. Everybody in the pool did laugh then and it was
Richard's turn to blush.

"Us Lee men do seem to be endowed," Clyde told everyone.

"It must run in the family," I shot back and was rewarded with another
round of laughter. Cary was still grinding his body against Billy, and the
two of them seemed lost in their own little world. I dived in then,
cannonballing them both.

* * *

Clem was scared as he climbed into the beat up old pick up beside the
football player. He'd thought, however, to bring along his inhaler when
Johnny Taylor had called and told him to meet him out at the end of the
driveway in five minutes or he'd be sorry.

Johnny was a senior and the big center on the county's football team. He
was six feet and had to weigh 250 pounds of hard muscle. He also had a
reputation for having a mean streak for anybody he didn't like. He sure
didn't put up with freshmen.

Clem hoped that Johnny hadn't decided to beat him up because of those
rumours that cropped up at school that morning. That was most of his fear.

The other part was that Johnny's call had something else entirely to do
with the rumors. Clem was scared that Johnny might want him to do something
sexual - and he found himself hoping that he did.

Johnny Taylor was a hunk, just what Clem dreamed being like. And Clem
realized that he was in danger of falling for the senior.

"What time do your folks get home?" Johnny asked as he pulled out of the
driveway and headed them out of town on the two-lane road.

"Mom's home around five to fix dinner. Cary and me have to be there by
5:30."

Johnny chuckled; it came from deep down in his gut. "That means we got us a
good hour then. Plenty of time."

"To do what?" Clem squeaked.

"For you to give me what you were giving Ronnie before he got his head
washed out with lye by those holyrollers."

Clem shuddered. So that was it. He wasn't going to get beaten up after
all. He was going to have sex instead. He looked down at the front of
Johnny's jeans and saw the bulge there. He shuddered again. "I never-"

"That ain't what they're saying about you. It don't matter anyway - after
this afternoon, you will have."

Clem suddenly felt weak all over. He was suddenly sweating and his chest
was tighter than it had ever been before. He could hardly breathe. He dug
into his pocket and pulled out his inhaler. The bulge in Johnny's pants
started to snake down his thick thigh as Clem continued to watch.

The pick up slowed down and turned onto a winding dirt road. "I got just
the place for us," Johnny said and squirmed in his seat to find a more
comfortable position. Moments later they turned into the yard before an
abandoned tenant house and pulled around behind it.

"What're you going to do to me?" Clem asked hesitantly and couldn't believe
that he would ask such a stupid question. Johnny Taylor was going to get a
blow job and Clem Stokes was the boy who was going to give it to him.

Johnny just laughed and climbed out of the truck. He started pulling off
his shirt before he shut the door. Clem watched spellbound as the shirt
dropped to the ground. He couldn't even see Johnny's chest or belly through
all the hair. He couldn't even think about anything but that big, hard body
becoming exposed before him.

"Get out of that truck, boy, and get naked. We don't have a whole lot of
time and I've got to pop at least two nuts before I take you back to your
momma."

Clem took a deep one off his inhaler and opened the door. He looked around
and realized how open they were, almost on the edge of a tobacco field. He
glanced at the weathered porch of the abandoned tenant house then. "Maybe
we can go in there?"

Johnny was down to his briefs. He looked up at Clem's voice. "You don't
want anybody seeing you doing it, boy?" Clem shook his head slowly. "We use
that place to store hay in the winter - there's going to be mice, even
rats."

"But nobody's going to see us."

Johnny shrugged. "It don't make no difference to me where I get my 'tang,
Clem Stokes. Get your ass on in there then - so long as you're naked as a
jaybird when I come calling for what I'm gonna get this afternoon."

Clem hurried up the steps and almost made it to where a door once stood
before a board started to give under him. He jumped to the other side of
the doorway.

Behind him, Johnny laughed. "The floor's rotten in places. Be careful where
you step."

Clem stepped into what had been the house's kitchen. Johnny's people had
pulled the wood stove and cabinets out but left the water pump. Out at the
truck, Johnny had finished pulling his briefs off and Clem gasped as his
gaze fell to the older boy's dick.

"Sweet Jesus! I'll never get all that into my mouth," he groaned. He pulled
the tee-shirt over his head and dropped it. His hands fell to the
waist-button of his jeans when Johnny started up the porch steps. His gaze
remained fixed to the other boy's ten inches jutting straight out from his
bush as Clem hurried to unzip his jeans. He was tenting his underwear as he
pushed his jeans down to his knees. And he wasn't even wheezing.

Clem had just finished pulling off his jeans when Johnny marched into the
kitchen, somehow missing the rotten board. "You ain't naked yet!" he
grumbled.

Clem dropped his jeans and, grabbing the sides of his briefs, started
pushing.

Johnny laughed. "That's more like it." Clem was bent over almost double to
pull his underwear over his feet. "I like it when you look all eager for
what I'm going to give you."

Johnny reached the Stokes boy then and Clem jerked upright as the senior
center grasped both of his buttcheeks. He looked over his shoulder and up
into Johnny's face. He figured he was pleading with the older boy with his
eyes but he wasn't sure if it was pleading for him to stop or to go ahead.

"Your butt's fat as all get out, Clem - like soft lard." Johnny
nodded. "That's what I'm going to start calling you - lardass." He kneaded
Clem's cheeks more, pulling them open. "Yeah. A lot of the guys at school
would never know if they were in you or not with all that fat surrounding
their dicks-" He chuckled. "But you sure as shit are going to feel me in
you, big baby. All of me."

The realization that this mountain of a boy was going to cornhole him left
Clem breathless. Instinctively, he pulled away from Johnny and bent to get
at his jeans. "Wha-?" Johnny growled but Clem was past hearing him. He
still couldn't get any air into his lungs.

He pulled his inhaler out of the pocket and brought it to his mouth.

"What the fuck is that stuff, boy? Some kind of drug, like I've heard
about?"

Clem pulled air into his lungs as soon as the medicine had opened them
up. "My medicine," he whispered hoarsely. "I've got asthma - this helps me
breathe."

"I got something here that'll help you breathe," Johnny told him and
grabbed his big pole, pulling the skin off the head. "And it's all natural
- just like the old swamp witch would insist on you using."

Johnny took a quick visual survey of the room before his gaze landed on the
water pump. "Get over there and grab hold of that handpump. And bend
over. You're going to need something to hold on to while I'm getting this
two by four up in your butt."

Clem took a step in the indicated direction, his eyes locked on Johnny's
pole. He took another step. He wanted to beg Johnny not to cornhole him -
only, he knew that the football player wouldn't even listen. He'd be like
some whiny kid and he'd still get it up the butt. And his own dick felt
like it was going to burst out of its skin at the thought of Johnny's thing
up his ass.

He remembered the assholes on those boys in the video with Richard in it -
they all looked like they'd been greased up or something. "We need
something-" he mumbled as he took another step. "I've never done this and
you're bigger than anything."

"Nothing like that around, boy. You'll just have to grin and bear it this
time." Johnny grinned as the fat boy reached the water pump. "I guess you
could suck on it a minute. You can get it real wet like that."

Clem shuddered so hard his belly jiggled. "Yeah, I guess-"

"I'll have something greasy for us tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Clem yelped as Johnny started towards him.

"Yeah. That lardass of yours is mine now, and I stay horny. I'll be giving
you a good poking most every day from now on out - two of them so I don't
get jizz on the brain like other boys do. I've got to keep my concentration
on football or I won't get a scholarship to college."

He grabbed Clem's hip with one hand and put the other in the center of his
back. "Now, bend over and use your hands to spread your cheeks, boy. When
I've got my dick against your butthole, you grab that pump and hold on for
dear life."

"You said I could suck-" Clem said but Johnny was already putting the wide
head of his dick at the entrance to Clem's chute. He reached out for the
handle of the water pump as both of the senior's hands grabbed his
hips. "Go slow," he whispered.

Johnny humped his hips forward like he was throwing off the opposing line
at a football game.

Clem's sphincter had no chance. He screamed as inch after inch of dick
rushed into him.

He'd never known such pain. It felt like he'd been axed into two with a
dull axe.

"There, I'm all the way, boy. As tight as you are, I almost believe you
ain't ever done this before." Johnny wagged his head slowly. "I'll give you
a minute to me being up inside of you."

Clem managed to look over his shoulder, his eyes wide. Spots danced before
his eyes as he tried to suck air into his lungs. "My-" he managed but
wasn't able to get anything else out.

"Jesus, boy!" Johnny growled. "Your face is getting blue - what the fuck is
wrong?"

Clem thought he was going to pass out but managed to point towards his
jeans and the inhaler lying on the floor beside them. "My-" he got out
before he started rasping. He clung to the handle of the water pump for
dear life.

Johnny remembered that the kid had told him that he had asthma; he
remembered too that squirting the inhaler in his mouth seemed to help the
kid. He looked back across the room and saw the thing lying on the
floor. "Shit!" he groaned and pulled out of the tightest, hottest hole he'd
ever stuck his dick into.

Clem's knees were buckling and he had already lost his grip on the handle.
Johnny hurried to the inhaler and picked it up. Clem had sunk to his knees
when the older boy turned back to him. "Sweet Jesus!" Johnny hissed and ran
to him.

He took the fat boy's shoulders in his arm and pulled him against him. Clem
was as limp as a rag doll. "Open your mouth, boy!" he grunted as he brought
the inhaler to Clem's face. He pressed it to the boy's lips and pressed
hard with his finger on the depresser. "Lie back," he ordered Clem, "and
take deep breaths. Come on, do it, boy." He studied Clem's face anxiously,
looking for it to turn back to its normal color. "You can't die on me," he
mumbled. "You just can't. I was only going to show you a little fun."