Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 15:14:16 EST From: VicHowel@aol.com Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter 17 I hope you're still enjoying the exploits of Vic, Julian and their friends. Following is another installment of Vic's saga. If you have comments or just want to tell me that you read this chapter, write me at Vichowel@aol.com. I'd like to hear from you. If you're enjoying Growing Up Sexual and Gut Feelings (my novel in Beginnings), you can have read some of my writing in Casting Couch Confessions which I edited. You can have me AND some of my favorite erotic writers as well by ordering this anthology. AND you can help Nifty keep bringing you some of the best erotica around, if you order Casting Couch Confessions by using Nifty's link to Amazon.com. That's a good deal - enjoying yourself at the same time you help Nifty. Legal stuff: Don't read if underaged or homophobic. And copyright infringement is just another name for plain stealing what isn't yours. ********************************************************************* Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XVII by Dave MacMillan I slipped into the pool, cum leaking out of my butt. I looked to the edge of the pool as I sank to my chest. Nobody had seen me come out of the house walking funny. They were all around Julian, egging him on. I was glad no one had noticed me, but I felt ashamed of what was happening for Julian's sake. I wasn't ashamed of wanting cock and knowing what to do with it when I had it. I had just had the best sex I could remember having; I shot twice on the wall which Clyde Lee hammered my butt. I was homo - just like Julian was. What I was ashamed of was that only 3 people in Soul knew I was queer, while most of the boys in town knew about Julian. I was afforded the decency of being taken to a room and, one on one, having my sex. I chose whom I had my sex with. And my partner wasn't about to talk about me behind my back. What I was ashamed of was that, with Julian, everything was different. He was now fair game for anybody with a hard dick - because of an accident of birth. "Boy, that sure is wild having all those guys watching you while you cornhole a queer boy." Ronnie Varnadore had slipped into the pool beside me. "Who's doing the honors now?" I asked, putting on the friendly social mask most people in Soul knew. "I think Broughton is, while Julian sucks his little brother. Everybody's lined up for a piece of one or the other end-" He studied me for a second. "Why're you over here? Don't tell me you don't want a piece of free ass." I smiled. "I get it when it isn't so stretched out, Ronnie. I like it better that way." He nodded. "I guess you do at that. That slut lives near you, doesn't he?" "Is he really a slut?" "What do you mean, Vic? He's over there taking on all comers. Isn't that being a slut?" "Don't most boys come out here to Clyde's hoping to get laid? At least to get a blow job?" "Yeah, that's what most of us who are regulars are looking for. Last year, it was that Donny Eason, this year, it's Julian. If we're lucky, Clyde plays our flute for us." "Is there anything you regulars wouldn't do to get laid?" Ronnie looked around the pool and saw everybody was still congregated around Julian before he turned back to me. "If we come out here enough, I suppose we get to be pretty open minded. Just between you and me, I'd give a boy who was special a blowjob to get into his pants. That's just trading off - but I sure wouldn't do it in front of anybody." He studied me closely. "You interested?" "Just say I was - I'm not, but say I was ... why couldn't we do it here?" He bit his lip. "Because I respect myself too much, Vic, to have public sex. I want to hold my head up at school Monday when classes start." He forced a grin to his lips. "And I'd have my balls cut off if anyone knew I fucked Sallie Jual McMillan's boy." I stared at him. "Really?" He nodded. "Who'd do that?" "Clyde for starters. Broughton for another. I'd guess about half the boys here today - they'd all have their scout knives out ready to do the honors if I carried you across that line. We could do it and nobody'd care; we'd just have to be quiet about it." "These other boys-?" "You know them," he growled, starting to move away. "They're your kind of people. They don't take kindly to people forgetting their place." I stood there, up to my neck in cool water and letting Clyde's load drain out of my butt. I'd known Julian Head for almost as long as I'd been alive; for the life of me, I couldn't see where he was so different from me. I heard shouts and splashing, and it pulled me away from trying to understand why people were treated different. Julian was pushing himself off the grass and looked sort of unsure of himself as he stood up. Most of the boys had hit the pool, rinsing off the rigors of sex. They were feeling good, laughing and yelling at each other. "Get your finger out of me, Joe!" Lindy groaned quietly from beside me. I glanced his way and he was standing with Joe Phillips, the son of the Baptist preacher. They were about 5 feet from me. Neither one of them were paying any attention to anybody around them. I could see that Lindy was hard under the water. "You coming over to spend the night?" Joe asked. "I don't know," Lindy groaned, trying to pull away but Joe's hand held his thigh. "You know you want to." "I'm not like that." Lindy wiggled his hips. His eyes looked a little glazed to me. "I'll come." Joe smiled wolfishly and his fingers formed a fist around Lindy's dick. He stroked it once before pulling back from him. Clyde called everybody to the grill and I realized just how good cooking hamburgers could smell. My tummy growled in anticipation. Joe climbed out of the pool and I saw his dick for the first time. He wasn't hard but he was only a couple of steps from being there. His foreskin was pulled halfway up the knob. He was bigger than me - almost as big as Julian or Richard. From what I'd heard a few moments earlier, Lindy Bennett was going to have himself a good time at the parsonage tonight. I realized then that Lindy was looking at me. He was also about as red as a boy could get. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah," he answered slowly. "This place is sure wild." "It sure isn't a place you're likely to bring your mom," I agreed. "People could get the wrong idea about a boy quick out here," he mumbled, looking around the pool and seeing that we were the only ones left in the water. "I guess we'd better get something to eat." "Might as well," I agree. "My stomach's already growling." Lindy was still hard from whatever he and Joe had been up to earlier. I took my time getting out of the pool and let him go ahead of me. He had a nice dick but a nicer butt. I got in line for a hamburger and, a moment later, Julian crept in behind me. He smelled of sweat and cum. His hair was plastered to his forehead and there were grass stains on his knees. "Go hit the pool, Julian," I told him. "Rinse off the sweat at least." "You think I need to?" I laughed. "Boy, you smell like a cheap whore. Go on, I'll hold your place for you." * * * It wasn't long after we'd eaten that Broughton found me. "Lindy wants to leave, Vic. Are you ready?" I was sitting down and was at eye level with his dick. It was about half hard and did have a big-assed mushroomed knob. I felt the itch up my butt as I stared at it. When I looked up at his face, he was smiling. He knew where my gaze had been. "Sure, why not?" I pushed myself to my feet. Across the pool from us, Joe Phillips was lifting Julian's legs to his shoulder. I saw Lindy over by the clothes then. He was watching Joe and Julian and didn't look too happy. I started to follow Broughton towards our clothes. "I thought I'd take Lindy home first, Vic - he seems upset about something and I'd thought I'd let him have a chance to work it out." I knew what he was suggesting. I didn't have any problems with it; but I was going to make damned sure I didn't just put out for him. I wasn't about to be anybody's sex toy, like Julian. "Could you do that shit?" Lindy asked when we were in the car. "That boy is such a slut!" "Not in a million years," I growled quickly. Broughton was more philosophical. "Over the next 4 years, you're going to know a lot of boys-" "Not like that I won't!" "No, not like that. You're going to meet a lot of boys and they all get hard. You'll even get to know most of them that go out to Auntie Clyde's. Some of those will suck you off if you want it, a few will let you cornhole them. It's just sex, Lindy. That's all it is, two boys releasing some energy because there isn't a girl around to help them out. You just don't go public like Julian has. He's queer. He did that today because he wants dick. That's where the difference lies. You can fuck him like we did earlier and then go out on a date like I am tonight." "I think I'll just jack off from here on out." Lindy looked out the window as we drove towards town. "It's safer that way." "We'll talk about it more when I get home from my date." I watched Lindy's neck flush. "I'm spending the night over at Joe's, Broughton - maybe tomorrow night?" "Sure. I'm going to drop you off first, Lindy. I want to go downtown and Vic's house is on the way to town from where we live." Lindy shrugged and we all fell silent until the car pulled into their driveway. Lindy hopped out and started for the house. "See you Monday," I called after him and he waved without looking back. "Want to come up front, Vic?" Broughton asked. I decided to act dumb. After I'd changed seats and we'd pulled away from the Bennett's house, Broughton looked over at me. "I've never heard of Clyde Lee making travel arrangements for a boy, including setting up an excuse for him. You must know him real well." "I only saw him once before - last week when Julian took me out to his place." "Yeah? What did you do?" "We fucked Julian. Then the Weeks twins showed up and, while they were showing Julian a good time, Clyde drove me home." "That's all that happened?" I nodded. "You went up to his bedroom with him today, didn't you?" I noticed he was rubbing his crotch as we drove. I also realized we'd taken the road out to Johnson Lake. I laughed. "How would you know that?" I asked. "You were real busy feeding your dick to Julian. I was watching you." "You ever done anything with another boy?" he asked. I saw he was getting hard. I had an itch in my butt bad. "Have you?" He grinned. "I've cornholed a few boys - they all enjoyed it." I made my face light up like realization had just hit me over the head with a 2 X 4. "You want to - to do that to me?" I yelped. "You'd love it." He glanced over at me and smiled. "I'm told I'm real good. And everybody I've done shot a load." "I'd be just like Julian then, the moment the word got around." I kept stealing glances at the front of his shorts to let him know I was interested. "No way, Vic. Julian's trash. Did you see him out there? With you, nobody's going to know. We'd just be helping each other out when we get together like now." "He sure acted like he was enjoying himself - and it feels real good to be doing the cornholing." "He was. Just like you will. You'll be shooting a load before you know it." "I don't know. You're big down there. That's got to hurt-" "Naw. I've got vaseline in the glove box. We'll lube you up so good that I'll be all the way inside you before you even know it." I looked around at the open fields we were passing. "There sure isn't any place around here where we could that," I grumbled. "I know just the place - about a mile from here. There's a little path up among the trees overlooking the lake - one you can drive up into." I chewed on my lip as he continued driving, like I was really thinking this through. He kept glancing over at me. I was still chewing on my lip when he turned onto a firebreak and began to follow it into the trees. "You know," I offered slowly, "maybe we ought to just suck on each other's wieners. We'd both get off that way-" Broughton snorted. "If I suck your dick, Vic, I'm going to have a piece of your ass, too." "You'll suck me off, though, won't you?" He nodded. I figured I'd got the best deal I was going to get out of Broughton Bennett. It was enough that I knew he'd keep his mouth closed, even with his brother. I reckoned Lindy was going to find out what a hard dick felt like in his butt tonight. And I was beginning to think my strawberry blond classmate was going to end up as my regular sex partner. "Okay," I agreed just as Broughton pulled in among some pine trees and killed the engine. "I got us a blanket in the trunk, he said as he started for the back of the car. "Go ahead and start getting out of your clothes." I was pushing my underwear down my thighs when Broughton reached me. He sidled up to me and his hand went to my nearest buttcheek as I stepped out of my underwear. "If I liked boys a little more, I could really go for you, Vic. You've got one fine looking body." "Do you like boys?" I demanded, standing up and staring right into his eyes. Broughton Bennett like boys? Unbelievable. He chuckled. "One of these days Clyde will probably hold another of his sexology classes. He quotes 2 doctors - Masters and Johnson - to prove that we're all sort of bisexual. Some of us are more one way than the other." "And you believe him?" I asked. "Yeah. Walking up from the car, I sure got hard looking at your ass and knowing I was going to get some of it. Most of the time, though, it's girls that get me hard." His eyes dropped to my dick. "Jesus! You're a big boy!" "Smaller than you." "Not much - maybe an inch. And I'm 3 years older than you. You sure have Lindy beat in that department." He reached down and his fingers gently encircled my hard shaft. "Thinking of someone I know?" he asked and grinned. "I hope it's me." I smiled at him and didn't say a word. "Why don't you spread the blanket for us while I get as comfortable as you are?" "Give it here." I opened the blanket slowly and shook out the wrinkles without looking back at him. I bent over to lower it on the pine needles. Broughton moved behind me, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed his erection into the upper valley of my crack. I stood up and leaned back against him. I felt his big knob press against the small of my back. "Later," I told him, wiggling my fanny against his pubes. "Why? You want it as much as I do and sucking's just the foreplay anyway." He began to hump my crack with his pole, and I had to admit that what he'd said was making a lot of sense to me. I sighed and forced myself to think. "Because I'm not going to end up like Julian," I told him. "I'm going to choose who I let have me, and they're going to want it enough that they prove they can keep quiet about it. If you suck me off, Broughton, you're not likely to start rumors about me." "You want a blow job and I can cornhole you then?" I nodded as his pole continued to trawl my crack. "Did you let Clyde have a piece of you out at his place?" "So what if he did?" I asked, turning to look over my shoulder into his face. He grinned. "I thought so. We might not need this then," he said and held up a jar of Vaseline. "Lie down on the blanket, Vic." "Why?" "I'm going to suck you dry and, then, I'm going to fuck you so good you'll never want anybody else putting their dick in your butt." I grinned as I dropped to my knees on the blanket, all pretence forgotten now that we were at the point of getting it on. "You're sure cocky this afternoon, Broughton." I turned around and lay back, watching him through my legs. "Come and get it, big boy," I told him, still grinning up at him and licking my lips at the size of his hard-on. Broughton got to his knees and spread my legs so that he could lean between them. "Yours is only the second one I've gone down on, Vic. And the only one like mine, but I'm going to try to give you the best blow job you've ever had." He leaned over and cupped his tongue around the bottom of my dick. He lick up until he'd reached my knob. I groaned with pleasure as his lips encircled the head of my dick. My balls already rode my pole in anticipation. He buried his nose in my pubes with my knob pushing on his tonsils. He began to bob, his tongue formed into a chute sliding roughly from the head of my dick down to my root. It didn't take me long before I was pumping my jizz past his tonsils. He held all of me in him as I unloaded, his lips plastered against my pubes. I pushed his face away, shuddering at the near pain in my dick and balls. "For a second timer, you're pretty good." He sat back on his haunches and grinned. "I've had some pretty good teachers the last couple of years," he said. "And I learned early on to let just about anybody show me how he sucked dick." He opened the jar and set it down next to my hip. "Now, it's my turn." He lifted my legs, bending them at the knees, and used his forearm to push them against my chest. I was exposed; I squeezed my sphincter closed and opened it to wink at him. "That looks nice, Vic - ready for my hot rod, too." He opened the jar and scooped up a dab of vaseline. "Let's lube you up a little down here. I want you to enjoy every moment of this." He spread the dab on the tip of his finger around my entrance and began to press against my opening. His finger slid in easily. He pursed his lips and then nodded. "Earlier this afternoon with Clyde wasn't your first time, was it?" I shrugged. I wanted his dick in me, not me answering questions about sex I'd had. Broughton walked his knees up to the back of my buttocks to get into position. He quickly guided his pole to my hole and pulled his finger out. I wiggled my butt in welcome when I felt his wide knob against me. "Do it," I mumbled, looking up into his eyes. "Give it to me." My eyes bulged as he shifted position and began to lean into me. Nothing in my life had ever been as wide and thick as his knob as it pushed against my ring. My eyes threatened to pop out of my head as it began to spread my sphincter open. I remembered to push down to open myself up but, even then, I was barely open enough for his dick to get in. I stared at his hard stomach between my spread legs, the bed of curly blond pubes, and the couple of inches of his dick I could see. I wondered if I'd ever have a butthole I could use again even as I wanted to see his belly pressing against my buttocks. Something inside me readjusted and the head of his pole popped inside me, stretching my bowel now as my sphincter gripped the shaft of his dick as it pushed deeper into me. Shutting my eyes, I grabbed his hips and held on as he worked the rest of himself into me. It wasn't exactly pain that I felt as Broughton Bennett was entering me, but it wasn't exactly pleasure, either. It was more shock as his hard meat pushed into and then rode over my nerve endings. And it was desire. I wanted his big dick in my butt. I wanted it fucking me. I wanted to feel it moving inside me. I was anticipating the pleasure it would give me. I sighed when I felt his pubic hairs tickle my ballsac. His pole inside me made me feel full, but I didn't feel stretched out of shape any more. I ground my body on his dick inside me and opened my eyes. My hands cupped his buttcheeks and I grinned up at him. "Do it," I mumbled. My dick got hard. Broughton began to move - inch after inch out of me, inch after inch into me. He seemed to generate waves of pleasure in me faster than any one else had - maybe it was the width of his knob. Maybe it was that he was that good of a lover. Maybe it was just Broughton. I was taking off before the head of his dick got back to my sphincter on his first stroke. I was fully airborne by the time that monster knob was massaging my joy spot the second time. "You're so tight, Vic," he groaned. "And I'm so close." I didn't want it to end, not this quick. But his strokes became shorter and faster. He sounded like a freight train. My dick was bouncing around on my belly, leaving little puddles of pre-cum wherever it hit. Broughton's eyes glazed over as he continued to pound my butt. His sweat dropped on me, joining my own and the puddles of pre-cum. I was close. "More!" I growled. He slammed into me and held there, every muscle in his body stiffening as his dick throbbed inside me. "Keep going!" I growled again. "Just a little more, Broughton. Get me off. I'm almost there." I felt his pole begin to pull back towards my sphincter. His body shuttered as he pushed back into me. "I can't," he gasped and stopped moving. "Jerk yourself off - shit! I'm so wiped out." He collapsed on top of me. I started moving his butt so his stomach was rubbing my dick. "Help me," I moaned and started to grind my butt on his dick. I was trying to recapture the high I'd had only moments before. Between his movement against me and my grinding my butt on his dick, I got off. After we'd caught our breath, I looked at him. "I like to cum too," I told him. "You're the first boy who ever wanted to cum with me cornholing him, Vic. You're the first one who stayed hard when I had my dick in him-" "So you didn't even think about me getting off?" He moved to where his clothes were. "I sucked you off. I guess I thought that would be enough. You got your nut, then I went after mine." He started pulling on his underwear. "If I ever let you in my pants again, Broughton, you'd better try to get me off while you're in me," I told him angrily. I felt dirty somehow. Like it had been just his fuck; that I hadn't mattered except to provide the ass for him to shoot into. At that moment, I was pretty sure that I'd never let him near my butt again. "I wasn't thinking, Vic. I'm sorry." He grinned and started pulling on his shorts. "Now, that I know what you want, I'll really give you the best fuck you've ever had next time." I reached for my underwear. "I think I ought to go home now."