Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 13:08:56 EST From: VicHowel@aol.com Subject: Growing Up Sexual - XVIII Here's # 18. I hope you're enjoying Growing Up Sexual. Let me hear from you at Vichowel@aol.com. Want to stay rock hard? Buy Casting Couch Confessions and read some the stories about sex that you're going to find. Order it through Nifty's link to Amazon and Amazon will pay Nifty a little something. Help Nifty when you pleasure yourself. ******************************************************************** Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XVIII - by Dave MacMillan I lay in my bed that night and absently stroked my meat. Over the past two years, I'd let 7 boys put their dicks in my butt - before today. I admitted to myself that, since Richard caught me by surprise that first time, I hadn't thought much about getting off with any of them. It was the cornholing itself and the feel of a dick sliding in and out of me that had kept me going back for more. With any boy I felt safe with. I was shooting all over the place just from the feel of the boy in me, his body moving against mine - the sound, the touch, the smell of our sex. Before today, it had been nothing more than the raw sex that had me naked and willing - and ready to shoot my load. Today, though, I'd gone up to his bedroom with Clyde Lee and bent over. Auntie Clyde was an adult - about as old as mom. He was in his late 30's or even early 40's. He was better looking than most of the grown-ups in Soul and I reckoned he worked at it; but he was still old. He wasn't somebody I'd ever work at getting it on with. But he had given me the best sex that I'd ever had. He made our sex good for me. I studied the mental picture of the man that my mind pulled up for me. Just standing there naked. Nothing. My hard-on got a little flabby. I pulled up a picture of Broughton Bennett in the same pose and my dick went sprong. I was harder under my fist than before. Clyde Lee had done something that no boy had ever done for me. He had made sex something personal for me. Dick in my ass was no longer the wherewithall of sex. Clyde had shown me that dick needed to be an instrument of my pleasure. It was supposed to touch - to caress - every one of my secret places. I was supposed to get off. The dick in me was the tool that helped me. I couldn't really put my finger on the distinction I was making. I could only compare the sex with Clyde with what Broughton and I had had later. The Bennett boy had a nice dick and it had felt fine in my butt. But I reckoned he had only been thinking about himself when he started to hump me. Thinking back on it, it'd seemed like he'd gone from 0 to 60 in the first 10 seconds he was in me. He hadn't slowed down until he was blowing his load. Clyde, on the other hand, had got up a good head of steam - then slowed down. He'd change his angle of attack. He waited for me. He'd taken me to 2 orgasms while he fucked me. I wanted more sex like that I'd had with Clyde Lee. But I thought that maybe I'd give Broughton one more chance to do as well as Auntie Clyde had. But I sure was going to give Clyde as much time as he wanted. * * * "Where are your folks?" Lindy Bennett asked the preacher's son as he stepped through the doorway of the pastorum. "Daddy's been in Tifton all week - a revival. He'll be back tomorrow night-" Joe Phillips frowned. "Just in time to get me up for church Sunday morning. " "And your mom?" Lindy found himself hoping that Mrs. Phillips would be gone all night. At the same time, he was hoping she got home soon. He still couldn't get over how much he'd liked Joe's finger up his butt while they'd been in Clyde's pool. Or his hand around his dick. They were feelings he was uncomfortable with, and he'd kept trying to suppress them since the afternoon. But they were back in full force now that he'd found himself alone with Joe. "Some church member has a house-ful of sick kids. Mom went over to help her, but she said she'd be back sometime tonight." "So, we're alone?" Lindy asked, feeling his meat stirring at the thought. "Yeah-" Joe gave the other boy a wicked grin. "And we can do anything we want to." His hand gripped Lindy's elbow. "Come on. Let's go up to my bedroom. I'll show you around." Lindy was sort of surprised that Joe locked his bedroom door behind them. He only did that when he was planning on beating off and somebody was home. Joe sat in a chair facing his bed. "Sit down here," he offered. "Takes a load off my feet," Lindy shot back as he sat on the bed. "I can't get that boy this afternoon out of my head, Lindy. Do you think he was enjoying himself sucking us and letting us cornhole him?" "He was hard a couple of times when the Varnadore boy was pounding his butt." "You looked?" Lindy felt his face go all red and looked towards the shuddered window. "I guess - yeah ... I was curious if he was liking it too." "Hey! It's all right to check out other boys' dicks. All of us do it." Lindy turned to face Joe, surprise written across his face. "Yeah?" Joe grinned. His freckles spread across his cheeks. Lindy decided that his black curly hair and that grin made his friend look devilish. He felt his dick stir. Too damned devilish, he added. "Yeah. I like to know how I shape up." He chuckled. "I did a lot of comparing this afternoon." Lindy went white remembering Joe's dick from this afternoon. It had to be a good 2 inches longer than his, maybe 3. He licked his lips. "How do you think Julian was able to take some of those boys?" he asked. "A few boys - including you - are huge." "It's easy. The muscles down there spread open to just about any width." "Come on! I've looked at my butthole in the mirror. It ain't big enough." "Think about it. Sometimes when you shit, you have a really big log. That little hole opens right up and lets it slide out. It works from the other direction too." He studied Lindy then; the silence between them made Lindy nervous. His dick was hard and threatening to tent his cut-offs. "You've checked out your asshole?" Joe asked softly. Lindy turned white. He felt a little cold all over. "A few times," he mumbled and couldn't bring himself to break away from Joe's gaze. "You ever play with it like your dick?" Lindy gulped. "What do you mean?" he forced himself to ask, though he had a pretty good idea of what the boy was talking about. His voiced sounded to him like a croak. He wondered if maybe spending the night with Joe Phillips wasn't such a good idea after all. "You ever put your finger in your butt?" Joe leaned towards him. "I read somewhere that there are more nerve endings right there at your hole than there are around the head of your dick." "Yeah?" "I figure that's why Julian was enjoying himself so much this afternoon. Did you hear that boy moaning?" Lindy nodded slowly. "So, do you play with your butt?" Lindy's face flamed again and he looked down at his hands, trying to ignore his hard-on. "A couple of times. But it was pretty gross. Even if there wasn't anything on my finger when I pulled it out, it still smelled like shit." Joe laughed. "I don't think you're supposed to smell it." He sat up and said: "I'm going to get us some cokes. I'll be right back." He hopped out of the chair fast and was unlocking the door before Lindy really understood what he'd said. A few minutes later, Joe was back with two bottles of pop in one hand and what looked suspiciously like a carrot and a cucumber in the other. Lindy took the pop and stared at what Joe was carrying in his other hand. The preacher's boy set his drink on his desk and walked back to the door. Lindy gulped when he locked it. "What're those for?" he finally managed to ask as Joe sat down across from him. Joe grinned. "To satisfy your curiosity," he said. "My-" Lindy croaked as he stared at the two vegetables. "Sure. And I'll be right here to help you out." "Jesus!" "Let's get naked." Joe toed off his sneakers and stood up. He quickly pulled his shirt off and glanced over at Lindy. "Come on, boy. Get naked." "I-" The boy was beet red as he stared at his buddy. He couldn't seem to pull his gaze from the crotch of the preacher's boy's pants. Joe had a tent there. A big one. He remembered how big the boy's hard-on had been out at Clyde's. "You sure didn't have any problems showing off your hard dick this afternoon. Come on, Lindy. I want to see skin." Smiling, Joe unzipped his shorts and let them fall down his legs. He'd been right about the Bennett boy after all. Lindy was staring right at his crotch. Joe stepped over to the bed and grabbed the hem of Lindy's tee-shirt. "Come on, buddy," he said softly, "this is going to be fun. Raise your arms for us so I can get your shirt off." Lindy felt the long tube inside his friend's underwear rub against his arm. He licked his lips and his mind seemed to turn off. He knew that he raised his arms but the act somehow didn't seem related to him. Joe tossed his shirt on the floor and quickly pulled off his shoes. "Stand up, Lindy," he heard Joe's voice and obeyed it. He stood still as fingers unhasped his shorts and pulled down his zipper. He didn't move when he felt fabric sliding over his buttocks and his dick pop out of his underwear. He lifted each leg so that Joe could take off his clothes. "That's a pretty little pecker, Lindy," he heard Joe tell him as he stood in his friend's room naked. "Get on the bed and let's do some exploring." Lindy was a part of everything Joe was doing, he nodded and said "uh-huh" and "naw" to each question Joe asked, but it was as if he weren't there. Or it was all a dream that he couldn't change. He lay on Joe's bed, his hard dick sticking straight up, while his right leg stuck straight out to the side of the bed and Joe held his left leg in the air. He knew his butthole was exposed for his friend to see, and that Joe was inspecting it closely. It was that it wasn't him lying there. "Keep your leg up in the air for a minute," Joe told him and turned to his night table. Lindy watched him pull a jar of vaseline out and open it. Joe's shoulder found the backside of his knee and held his leg up. "We're going to start off with the carrot, Lindy. It's pretty small." He watched as Joe brought the tip of the carrot to the head of his dick and began to move down the underside of his dick and over his balls. It disappeared then but returned behind a glob of something cool and greasy at the entrance of his butt. Lindy figured that his friend had dipped the carrot in the vaseline just before it entered him and he gasped as Joe wiggled it around. "Feel good?" the preacher's boy asked as he pushed 2 more inches of carrot into the blond boy's ass. Lindy nodded, staring at Joe's hand holding the top of the carrot. "This was the kind of feeling Julian was having when we were cornholing him. You like it, don't you?" Joe pushed 7 inches of carrot into Lindy, making sure he wiggled his end around the entrance. He began to fuck the strawberry blond and smiled when he saw Lindy's eyes glaze over. "Ready for the cucumber?" he asked soothingly. "It's going to be a lot more intense because it's thicker - but you're going to love it." Lindy's muscles clamped around the carrot as it began to leave him. He felt empty, and he didn't like the feeling. A moment later, something thick began to push against his hole. He relaxed and pushed down, opening up for the cucumber entering him. He felt fuller now as inch after inch of the cucumber entered him. It felt good, though. He wiggled his butt on it and pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. At 3 inches, it hit something that sent sparks flying through him. "God!" he groaned as he jerked. Joe rolled the cucumber around in him, massaging that spot. Lindy's balls pulled up on his shaft. "I think you're ready for the real thing, buddy," Joe laughed. Lindy could only nod as his friend continued to roll the cucumber over his prostate. He was close. He ground his butt on the cucumber and didn't think about anything else. He felt Joe shift his position on the bed. One and then the other of his legs were raised to rest on Joe's chest. A part of him knew what Joe was doing but he was too close to shooting to think. The cucumber slipped out of his butt. He waited for Joe to put it back in. He wanted it there, moving in him and carrying towards the orgasm that hung over him. He shut his eyes and waited. Something wide wedged against his hole and Lindy smiled. He moaned as it pushed through his sphincter and slide deeper into his chute. It passed over his prostate, massaging it - and kept massaging it as it dove even deeper into him. Finally, Lindy felt fine hairs tickling his balls. He knew what was happening. But he had to see. He opened his eyes to find Joe hovering over him, his eyes shut tight. The two of them looked to be connected at the stomach; his hand slipped into the opening between their two bellies to his dick. Joe's belly was hard against his balls. His butt felt full. He shuddered. He had a hard dick in his ass. He was just like that Julian Head. Queer. Homo. Tears brimmed his eyes. Everybody was going to know he liked dick. Broughton would probably be sniffing his butt the moment he was home from school, like some dog sniffing up a bitch. He'd be lying there beside Julian beside Clyde's pool, his ass in the air with just about every boy in Soul standing in line to stick his dick in. His mind was flooding with boys and men rushing after him holding their hard dicks and calling to him. "Hey, man!" He looked up to find Joe studying him. "This is just us, Lindy. Nobody's going to know that you like dick except us. You want that, don't you?" Lindy nodded hard, hope written across his face. Joe smiled and drew his fingertip gently along Lindy's jawline from his ear to his chin. "How about grinding that ass around on my pecker then? Let's see just how really good this can feel." Lindy ground, wiggling his whole butt against Joe Phillips' groin. He moaned at the sensations that rose in his balls, his ass, even his dick. They crashed over him, threatening to wash him away. "I'm going to fuck you now," Joe whispered against his ear, but Lindy was past hearing. He was riding the new and unknown pleasures coursing through him. The sensations only grew deeper and wilder when Joe began to move inside him. * * * Lindy walked home the next morning, pushing his bike and trying to think. His butt was sore - a good kind of sore, he kept telling himself, but sore nonetheless. Sort like it was chaffed. He guessed that came with having something as big as Joe Phillips' dick in it half the night. And he'd seen just how big the thing was just this morning too - up close and personal. Joe had got him bent over in the shower and, afterwards, got him to soap him down. The preacher's boy had wanted him to suck him too. Lindy hadn't seen how he could refuse, not as many times as he'd let the boy cornhole him. It'd been the first time he'd really seen an uncircumcised pole, to examine it like he had. It hadn't tasted bad; in fact, it didn't have much taste at all when he was kneeling in the middle of the bedroom taking more and more of that monster into his mouth. Joe had to be 8 inches - and thick. Mrs. Phillips hadn't come home at all last night. Joe had made all the proper noises as she explained that duty was going to keep her at the house with the sick kids. And he'd been stroking his hard dick the whole time. As soon as he hung up, he was pulling Lindy back onto the bed with him, his dick easily lining up with Lindy's butt. He was queer. He had to be to take to Joe's dick like he had. There wasn't anything to think about there. That was a no brainer. What he had to think about was making sure nobody else knew about him. It had to stay between just him and Joe. He still remembered the way Julian had looked at Clyde's, pigged out on sex. He reckoned he'd probably looked the same way every time Joe had fucked him. But it was only Joe who'd seen him like that. Nobody else was going to - not if he could help it. Joe had promised it would be just their secret. He had to trust the preacher's boy on that score. He just wished Joe had done something back, so he'd have something on him, like he did on Lindy. But Joe Phillips wasn't buying into that, and Lindy hadn't been able to force himself to push it. He wondered if his hole would ever return to its normal size. It felt like somebody could drive a car into it and never even touch him. It also felt like he had more cum leaking out of his butt, despite the wad of toilet tissue he'd stuffed himself with. He hoped the back of his shorts didn't have a wet spot.