Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 11:36:14 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing UP Sexual XV

Sorry it's taken me so long to write this chapter.  I had to take time off
to finalise the sell of my 7th anthology and first novel.  Don't worry, I
won't be trying to sell them for a while yet - they won't be released until
2001.

Anyway, I'd like to hear from more of you.  At least, tell me if I'm doing
Growing Up Sexual right.  I respond to every e-mail - nicely - even if it
doesn't say what I want to hear.  Write me at Vichowel@aol.com.

Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XV by Dave MacMillan


Julian stared at the road through the windshield of Danny's car as he drove
back to Soul.  He was operating on auto-pilot, his mind blanked with shock.

Julian Head still couldn't believe it.  He still felt it, though.  In his
ass.  And the taste that lingered in his mouth.  But he still couldn't
believe it.  He'd done both Henry and Jimmy Weeks.  And Clyde Lee.  And Vic
Howell.  In public.  He was just like that Donny Eason, spreading his legs
for anybody and being a slut.

Okay, it'd been a while and he needed it.  Danny had been at Ft. Jackson -
what? - almost four weeks now.  Julian had been horny as shit.  And he had
let Vic have a piece of him once before he committed himself to Danny.

But to take him out to Auntie Clyde's to get it on?  Where everybody could
see them?  See Julian Head get cornholed and enjoy it?  By someone other
than Danny Drumand?  What in God's name had he been thinking? Clyde and the
Weeks boys probably already saw him as Donny's replacement.

He'd set himself up for this these past 2 years.  Nobody else.  Just him
alone.  He was Danny's pussy and this past year he hadn't cared who knew
it.  He hadn't thought!  He hadn't thought for one damned moment that Danny
was going to graduate 2 years ahead of him.  That he was always talking
about going Airborne.  He hadn't thought what that would mean to him.  He
was two years younger than Danny.  He was left behind and everybody at
Auntie Clyde's knew he put out big time.  He hadn't thought at all.

It sure had come home in spades today.  He just hoped he could contain the
damage.  At least, Vic wouldn't talk.  Clyde wouldn't either - though he
was going to have to bend over for the man now just about anytime he asked
him to.  It was the Weeks twins he had to worry about.

Oh, they wouldn't tell anybody who wasn't a regular at Clyde's.  But Julian
knew that wasn't going to be any help.  Julian wasn't like most of the
regulars at Clyde's; he was a nobody.  He was white trash and he liked
dick.  He was homo and nothing.  Just like that Donny Eason.

Maybe if he talked to Clyde?  Maybe the man could figure a way for him to
get his ass back across the line ... Only, Julian Head suspected that he'd
already gone way past that.  If he had, there wasn't going to be any way
back.  Everybody in Soul was going to know about him being a homo.  And
soon.  He was going to be dead meat.

Tears blurred his eyes as he entered the city limits.  He had had plans.
He was going to do better than daddy.  He'd been thinking of saving his
money and going to that junior college up at Cochran or maybe entering the
work program at Berry College.  He didn't want to be a mechanic the rest of
his life.  He wanted better.

College would give him better.  All he had to do was look around himself to
see what it was going to take to raise himself.  It took money all right.
People who had money could do any damned thing they wanted and people in
Soul looked the other way.  The boys at Auntie Clyde's, the kids from the
good homes, their families all had money.  And their daddies had gone to
college - or their mommas, like Vic's.

He wasn't ever going to have money come to him like it most of them.  Not
enough to own his own business or be important.  But he sure could go to
college and get his degree.

He turned onto US One and drove to the gas station.  It was almost time to
go to work.

Julian's shock wore off as he pumped gas and cleaned windshields throughout
the afternoon.  He'd put more than $1000 in his savings account the past 2
years.  He figured he could double that before he finally graduated from
high school.  He could get in two years at Middle GA Junior College in
Cochran if he got a job and if he was careful with his money.  The army had
the GI bill going for it, too - that would go a long way towards helping
pay his way through college.  He could pull it off, and it wouldn't matter
much what the people in this town knew about him.

He smiled at the fat man in the car from Maryland as he counted out the
man's change.  He could get serious about whoring too.  Money was money
and, no matter how he came by it, it bought his way out of being a nothing.
It paid for his education.  He was going to have to be on the look-out for
queers driving through town.  They might not be the best looking men in the
world, but they sure could help his bank account grow.  Besides, it was
only sex.

Danny had shown him that sex was all dick buried in his ass anyway.  Once
he had hard meat up his butt, he was having a good time.  It wouldn't
matter how old or fat the man was, as long as he had a dick.  And Julian
knew he was a good-looking boy.  He could make good money if he made it a
little more obvious that he was available to the men driving through.

He'd found out he was homo that way.  Those 2 college boys two years ago
had shown him how to make money with his body.  Only, Danny had figured him
out right about then and that had been the end of that.  Now, though, Danny
was gone, and Julian was a lot smarter than he had been.  And he didn't
think he was in love now, either.

Julian was still thinking his way through things when his daddy left for
home, leaving him in charge of the station.

Jimmy Weeks pulled up to the pump in his daddy's hearse and grinned when
Julian came out to fill him up.  "Henry and I enjoyed this afternoon,
Julian," he told him and popped the hood release.

Julian blushed in spite of himself.  "Glad you did," he managed to sputter
as he wiped off the dipstick and stuck it back into the engine.  At least,
he knew which twin he was talking to now.  The Weekses always got his goat
because they were so damned identical that he couldn't tell them apart.

"Want to get together this evening?"

"I don't think so, Jimmy."  He pulled the dipstick back out.  "You're a
quart low.  Want me to add some?"

"Sure.  We've got to keep things level, don't we?"  Jimmy got out of the
hearse.  "What's the matter, Julian?  You sure were enjoying yourself out
at Clyde's this afternoon.  I was beginning to think you couldn't ever get
enough dick."

Julian stuck the spout in a can of his best oil without looking at Jimmy.
"This afternoon was a mistake," he told the other boy finally.  "I'm not
some slut."

Jimmy laughed.  "Let's keep it to just you and us then.  You help us out
and we help you out - and nobody'll know."

"Everybody already knows," Julian growled.  "At least, the whole world
knows I'm queer.  Danny and I made sure of that these past two years."

"You're just now realizing that?"  Julian nodded.  "Well, Clyde's isn't the
world ... It's just those of us who know you from Clyde's that know you're
homo.  So, what's wrong with sharing the booty?"

"Then, I'll be just like Donny Eason.  He homo-ed for everybody at Auntie
Clyde's these past two years.  What did that get him?"

"He had fun, Julian.  And he gave the rest of the guys some fun too."

"It was all over school about him.  Shit!  It was even down in grammar
school."  Julian shuddered.  "I'd never be able to hold my head up around
Soul, Jimmy. Not if I started going down on every boy in town."

"Nobody's asking you to do that.  Yeah, those of us who go to Clyde's will.
But we'll keep it among ourselves like we always do."

"How did everybody find out about Donny then?"

Jimmy shrugged.  "He didn't keep it to just Clyde's.  He gave it up to the
whole football team his freshman year - that was before somebody brought
him out to Clyde's the first time."

"Jesus!"  Julian tried to imagine taking all those dicks.

"So, you want Henry and me to stop by later this evening?"

Julian studied the Weeks boy.  This was it.  He was homo and a good-looking
boy was saying he wanted sex with him.  Two good-looking boys.

Sure, Jimmy was telling him that nobody was going to know - except the 20
or so boys who visited Auntie Clyde's now and then.  Maybe it could even be
held down to the 6 or 7 who were regulars there.  Either way, he'd never be
able to pretend that he wasn't queer again.

He'd have to accept that.  If he took Jimmy up on his invitation.  But if
he got out of Soul as soon as he graduated from high school ... It wouldn't
be so bad then.  He could go to Macon or Savannah - maybe even
Jacksonville.  Or even Atlanta.  Those places were big enough that he could
be any way he wanted and nobody really would know - or care.  And, if he
could get a college education to boot, it wouldn't matter anyway.  He'd
have pulled himself up out of being trash.  He'd be like any of the boys
who went to Clyde's.

"If I'm going to be queer-"

Jimmy Weeks chuckled.  "You are queer, Julian.  But we like you anyway."

"Why?  Because you think you can have a piece of my ass?"  Clyde sucked
dick indiscriminately, but it'd always been Donny Eason who bent over for
the boys.  Julian figured he would see what the deal was.  "I'm just trash
to you boys, Jimmy.  I'll never be treated like an equal."

"That's part of it, I guess," Jimmy admitted.  "A tight ass always beats a
mouth - just like a blow job beats jerking off."  He paused, thinking
through his words.  "But neither you nor Danny ever acted like trash - you
two just fit in.  You joined in and I think all of us pretty well accepted
you as equals."

"Yeah, you did - but you all thought of me as being Danny's.  Now, you're
talking about me doing it with any and all of you - like Donny did."

"Donny was stupid.  He'd have a big test facing him and he'd come out to
Clyde's and spread his legs all night long.  He didn't dream of being
anything or doing anything, except sex."  He paused again.  "You've got
pretty good grades, don't you?"

Julian nodded.  "Mostly B's and a couple of A's.  Why?"

"You're more like us than most boys in your class, Julian.  You know how to
act and you're pretty smart.  I'll bet you even have plans for when you
grow up-"

"They sure don't include staying in Soul, pumping gas, and spreading my
legs for one of you boys when he needs a quickie because his wife is on the
rag."

Jimmy laughed.  "That's smart, Julian.  You're smart.  Maybe I can talk
Clyde into helping out."

"Helping out?"

"He's been known to find boys jobs in big cities - you know, boys like you.
Boys who don't have futures and are homo - boys who have some brains.  He's
even sent a couple of boys to college over the past 10 years."

Julian had never had anything given to him in his life.  His folks bought
him his clothes and school supplies all right; but, even there, he had been
expected to pay for most of that when he started working at his daddy's gas
station.  But his heart raced at Jimmy's suggestion.  If Clyde Lee would
help him pay for college, he'd do anything.  It sure wouldn't matter if
everybody knew he took dick up his butt then.

He looked down at the ground.  "You and Henry could stop by a little before
9 tonight," he told Jimmy Weeks.  He felt his face flush as he said the
words.  But an itch deep in his ass flared too.

"We're going to do it here?" Jimmy asked.  Julian nodded.

* * *

At 10 til 9, Julian had recorded the day's gas sales and turned off the
pumps.  He'd hidden the money from the register.  He left the lights on so
that nobody who drove by would tell his daddy; but he knew there would be
no more customers for the night.  He was waiting for the Weeks boys.

He knew he shouldn't be.  If anything he ought to be hightailing it home to
get away from them.  But his being queer was already known; he just hadn't
realized it until this morning.  It didn't really matter if he had sex with
any of the boys from Clyde's or not - he was still labeled.  And there
wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.  Worse, if he ever did tell one
of the boys no, he was sure the guy would take his family business away.
Daddy wouldn't like that.

He knew that, in a way, he ought to have enough pride just to say no to the
Weeks twins.  He was white trash to them - a piece of ass and not a lot
more.  Like some slutty girl.  But Jimmy had said they looked at him as
being almost like them.  And he'd held out the possibility of Clyde helping
him to get out of Soul if he kept his grades up.  And put out on demand.

He didn't like that anybody looked down their nose at him.  But he had
enough sense to know that he was trash to people like the Weekses and even
the Howells.  He had enough sense to want to pull himself out of the hole
that put him in.  He had enough brains that he could make good grades.  And
he liked dick.

It wasn't like he was being made to do something he didn't like doing.  He
just hadn't liked the idea of everybody knowing he liked it.  He still
didn't, but he guessed that he'd get used to that soon enough.

He heard a car horn and looked up.  The twins were in the front seat of the
momma's convertible and he couldn't figure which one was which.  He glanced
up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 9.  He smiled and
waved as he turned off the lights.  He stepped to the door.

"Pull your car around back," he told them and waited.  Soon both boys
slipped through the door into the darkened station.

"Where?" one of them asked.

"In the garage bay," he told them and opened the door.  He pulled his shirt
off as he stepped around the tire balancer.  "We won't be seen over here.
We've got to be quick, though.  I've got to be home before momma leaves for
work."

"Don't worry, Julian," one of them answered, as they both kept pace with
him stripping out of their clothes.  "Jimmy and I already tossed a coin to
see who did what first."

"Which one of you do I taste first?" he asked as he pulled off his jeans.
He smiled at the bulges both of the Weekses had in their briefs.

"You get to slurp on Henry's weinie first," Jimmy told him, moving behind
Julian to cup his buttcheeks.  "I get your tight ass."

"Just keep that pussy tight for me too, okay?" Henry grumbled as he pushed
his briefs down his legs and, standing back up, stepped out of them.

Julian licked his lips.  His doubts had fled and were now a million miles
away.  He pushed his briefs off quickly and knelt before Henry Weeks, his
fingers encircling the boy's thick meat.  He knew Jimmy was behind him.  He
knew what Jimmy was going to do.  He wanted that.  He wanted both of them.

He leaned forward and his lips touched Henry's knob.  He pulled more of the
boy's skin onto his head, pulling it together beyond the knob.  He tried
working his tongue into the tight, lacy opening.  Henry moaned and pushed
his hips forward.  Julian took his dick into his mouth.

Behind him, Jimmy spread his legs until he could kneel between them.
Julian felt his dick crawl down his crack until it was at his hole.  He
pushed back, getting most of Jimmy's knob inside him.

"You sure are hungry for dick," Jimmy said as he buried himself in Julian's
ass.  Julian ground his butt against Jimmy's pubes in greeting.  "You just
stay this hungry all the time and I'll stay hard for you."

Julian dived down Henry's pole, burying his nose in the twin's pubes.  He
loved the taste of dick and the feel of it on his tongue - just as much as
he loved the feel of it fucking him.  He'd suck Danny just enough to get
him good and hard, then he was getting fucked.  Only, now, he was getting
it at both ends at the same time.  And it was just as good as it had been
this morning - and better than it'd ever been with just Danny.

Jimmy began to move in him - long, slow strokes that made Julian feel every
ridge and vein of his thick 8 inches.  Henry pushed the same thick 8 inches
into Julian's throat as he began to fuck his mouth.  Julian's hard bounced
across his tight belly with Jimmy's every movement behind him.

Waves of pleasure were coming at him all at once and from every direction.
He grasped Henry's buttcheeks to steady himself.  He hummed around the knob
moving back and forth between his tonsils.  His balls tightened and rode
his pole.  Julian shut his eyes and held onto Henry Weeks, letting the two
boys push him to greater heights of pleasure.

He came on the garage floor and didn't even realize it.  Julian stayed hard
as the twins continued to fuck him at both ends, goading him onto even
greater heights.

"I'm close!" Jimmy growled from behind him and Julian realized that the boy
was pounding his butt hard.  Henry's dick seemed to grow in his mouth and
began to throb as he buried it in Julian's throat.

He pulled back until just Henry's head was in his mouth and was rewarded
with the twin's first shot of spunk.  Behind him, Jimmy slammed into him
and ground his pubes against Julian's buttcheeks and began to erupt.

* * *

Julian sat on the floor, still naked, and watched the Weeks twins dress.
"How do I tell you apart?" he asked.

"You don't," the one he thought was Henry said.  "We're just alike in every
way.  Donny Eason said we even fucked alike."

"Yeah?"

"Want a second sample so you can be sure?" one asked.

"That'd be nice."

"Want us to come by tomorrow night then?" the other one asked.

"Yeah."

Guess what?  No sales pitch this time.  SKIN FLICKS II should be released
soon, so I'll just wait until then.  But do look at Nifty's links to
Amazon.  There's some good reading there and any book you order from those
links helps Nifty to continue to serve you.

Dave MacMillan