Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 16:45:47 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - XXI

'lo all.  Sorry to keep you waiting for your next fix.  I've tried to give
you a bit more than usual this time - just to make up for making you wait
11 or so days.

I'm interested in all comments - complimentary or critical.  Write me at
vichowel@aol.com and let me know what you think - and any suggestions you
may have.

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Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXI by Dave MacMillan


Clyde and I walked around to the front of the house.  I started telling him
what I knew when we'd reached the side where people parked.  He listened
while I talked without interruption.  He sighed when I'd finished.

"It seems every couple of years we get some domineering asshole who finds
out about this place.  The last one was Danny Drumand - I've got Julian on
my hands because of him.  Now, there's Joe Phillips-"

"His daddy's the Baptist preacher in town too," I said, announcing the
obvious.

He chuckled.  "Joe won't tell him - no matter what I do to put a stop to
this.  Not if it happens out here.  If Dr. Phillips ever found that his son
had visited this place, that boy would be off at a military school
tomorrow."  He turned before we reached the front of the house.

"You're going to have to keep Broughton's attention on you for a while.
Think you can do it?"

"I'm not doing anything sexual with him," I growled, "not in front of
Ronnie."

Clyde chuckled again.  "Don't worry, Ronnie Varnadore will be with me and
enjoying himself immensely.  Take Broughton into the barn when I take
Ronnie inside.  That way, you two won't be interrupted when Lindy comes
back outside."

"But Ronnie'll know about Lindy!"

"And will be very quiet about it.  He's a pretty good boy, Vic.  If you're
his friend, he'll do anything for you.  He'll keep quiet about Lindy - and
he'll never come on to him later.  He owes me that much."

I slipped into the pool beside Broughton when Clyde and I returned to the
back of the house.  He gave me a quizzical look and I smiled at him.  Clyde
just knelt beside Ronnie and asked him quietly to join him in the house.
Broughton got damned suspicious - quick.

"What's going on?" he demanded in a whisper as Ronnie Varnadore pulled
himself out of the pool and started towards the house.

I reached down Broughton's front and found his dick.  It was tumescent when
I found it, it jumped to full mast instantly when my fingers wrapped around
it.  "I asked him to entertain Ronnie so that I could be with you," I lied.
"Let's go to the barn-" I smiled even more broadly.  "I want you alone for
a while."

"Yeah?"  Broughton's face was that of a puppy gone ecstatic at raw
hamburger put under his nose.  I nodded.  He looked up at the house quickly
before starting for the ladder closest to us.  "Come on, Vic," he gurgled
happily as he climbed out of the pool.  "I want you too."

We walked to the barn - well, I walked.  Broughton did something midway
between a trot and a prance.  He was a happy boy.  Excited too, from the
looks of his dick.  I glanced at the back of Clyde's house and wondered
what was going on inside.  For a moment, my gaze stopped on the monster air
conditioning unit that was as wide as half the width of his house.

Air conditioning was expensive; even at 14, I knew that fact of life.  The
well-off in Soul had individual window units in each bedroom of their
homes, like at my house.  The middle class had window fans at either end of
their houses.  Clyde Lee had central air, like the hospital.  I couldn't
even imagine that kind of money.  I wondered just how much he made from
writing one of his novels.

One thing was sure about central air conditioning - it made sure that sound
didn't carry.  Every window of Auntie Clyde's house was closed.

Broughton pulled me to him as we entered the barn.  "I've wanted you ever
since yesterday," he whispered and began to nibble at my ear, his hands
going down my back to cup my buttcheeks.  I turned my face towards him and
we were kissing.  My fingers went around his thick slab of meat, and I
forgot about what was going on inside the house.

"I want you in me," I told him as I broke our kiss and my lips started for
his nipples.

He pulled back from me.  His face was one big, happy grin when I looked up.
"Let's find someplace where we'll be comfortable."

"The hayloft?" I asked as a hand found one of my buttcheeks again and began
to knead it.  His dick looked bigger than I'd ever seen it.

"Yeah."

* * *

Joe Phillips had every inch of his dick in Lindy's butt and his head was
thrown back as he unloaded his balls.

Each muscle in his body slowly unkinked as he came back down from the
sexual high.

He was glad that he'd found out that Lindy Bennett was queer.  It was
exciting to find ever riskier ways of fucking him.  Earlier, at school, had
been the best so far - having Lindy bobbing on his dick in the bathroom.
Anybody could have walked in and found them like that.  That's what had
made the sex so exciting.

He definitely preferred fucking the little fruit to having him suck him
off, though.  Taking him here in Clyde's downstairs toilet with the door
open was almost as good as getting sucked off at school.  He wondered what
Broughton would say if he had found them like this.  He couldn't say much,
of course - he was fucking that prissy Vic Howell.  Maybe Lindy and Vic
could suck each other while he and Broughton fucked them - that could be
fun.  Broughton had one big-assed dick; Joe was willing to bet it could be
a real pain in the ass.

Joe jerked and then froze as a hand settled onto his shoulder and gripped
his arm.  His chest hurt and he couldn't think.  Blood pounded in his ears.
He couldn't breathe.  His dick shrivelled and slipped out of Lindy's butt.

"You boys having fun?" Clyde asked from behind Joe.

Lindy looked over his shoulder at the sound of the man's voice.  His eyes
bulging as he took in Ronnie Varnadore standing in the door with a hard-on.
Then he saw Clyde.  "No!" he whispered, tears rimming his eyes.  "No,
please-" His legs went out under him, and he was sitting on the toilet
facing its back, his butt sticking out over the seat.  He lowered his face
to the water tank and sobbed.

"I think we need to talk," Clyde told them, his voice calm.

"Talk?" Joe croaked.

"Yeah."  Clyde glanced over his shoulder at Ronnie.  "Take Joe upstairs to
my room.  I'll bring Lindy along in a minute."  Ronnie nodded and reached
out to take Joe Phillips by the elbow, pulling him out of the toilet.

"I don't-" Joe started as Ronnie started to lead him down the hall.

"Shut up, boy!" Ronnie growled.  "Your ass is in enough trouble as it is.
Don't make it any worse."

"Lindy, it's all right," Clyde told the boy gently, his hand massaging his
shoulder.

"It isn't!" Lindy wailed.  "I'm queer.  I can't help it.  Joe knows it.
Now, you and Ronnie know it.  It isn't going to be just Joe's dick any more
- Ronnie's going to want some of me now.  You too, probably.  Soon, I'll be
just like Julian the other day with everybody getting a piece of me."

"Is that what you want?" Clyde asked quietly.

Lindy sobbed and his whole body shuddered.  He shook his head slowly, not
daring to speak.

"Being homosexual isn't bad, Lindy.  I like it.  I like the sex.  I guess
you do too.  But it's only good when you control your urges.  It gets out
of hand fast when you let them control you.  That's why I let you boys come
out here and run free."  His hand moved up the back of the boy's head and
he ruffled his hair.  "Joe was taking you to where you weren't in control
any longer."

"What am I going to do?" Lindy groaned.  "I think about his dick and I
can't think of anything else.  All I want to do is drop my pants and get
him inside me."

"Him or dick?"

Lindy looked over his shoulder, his eyes questioning.

"Let's say it was just you and me - or you and Ronnie.  Would you still
want to bend over so bad?"

Lindy sat up, his butt moving onto the toilet seat.  He wiped his eyes with
his hand and looked at Clyde Lee, seeing him for the first time.  He didn't
look old.  And he had a tight, smooth chest.  He saw Clyde's hard-on then
and his own dick began to thicken.

"I - I guess any dick - most anyways."  He couldn't pull his gaze away from
Clyde's equipment.  He licked his lips.  "Only, I haven't let myself think
about any but Joe's.  Not before-"

"Has Joe ever done anything back to you?"  Lindy shook his head slowly.
Clyde smiled.  "Come on, boy.  Today, you're going to find out what he
already knows."

"What do you mean?" Lindy asked suspiciously.

"Joe's going to get an initiation few boys get out at my place.  You're
going to be his first - just as he's going to be yours."

"You're not going to hurt him, are you?" Lindy asked as he stood up.

Clyde grinned and shook his head.  "We're not going to hurt him, I promise
you that.  But he is going to be fucked and he's going to suck."

"You're going to make him a queer - like me?"

"Make him-?"  Clyde laughed.  "No, we're not going to make him into a
queer.  Just because someone puts his pole in your mouth or ass doesn't
make you homosexual, Lindy.  Even enjoying it doesn't make you that way.
Each one of us has to decide if sex with another boy is what makes us feel
the best.  If you decide it is, that makes you homosexual - not the sex act
itself."

"But Joe won't want to do anything.  He just likes to put his dick in your
hole."

"He'll do it because he's afraid of his daddy, and what Dr. Phillips will
do to him if he ever finds out.  Having done it and your knowing that he
has, he'll keep quiet about you.  And he'll be conscious of how much danger
of exposure he'll put you in if you two do it again."  He grinned.  "Come
on, Linwood Bennett," he said stepping out of the bathroom.  "Your first
piece of ass is waiting for you."

* * *

I leant into the blanket we'd thrown across a bale of hay, my face lying on
my arm and my butt hiked up in the air, and waited for Broughton to get
situated behind me.

I needed this.  I needed the feel of him inside me.  Not Broughton
specifically, but dick.  He was available and knew the score - plus, he was
nice sized.  Plus, he had all sorts of feelings for me.  It added up to a
fun time to be had by both of us - as long as he remembered to get me off,
too.

The tip of his knob touched my spit-slickened hole and the width began to
settle into the well, spreading my entrance.  His hands moved to my hips
and I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled.

"Ready?" he asked and I nodded.

Pressure began to build and the lips of my butthole spread.  Broughton's
dick began to enter me.  I bore down, opening myself up to him, and his
knob pushed through my sphincter.  I sighed and wiggled my fanny in
welcome.

* * *

Joe stood in the center of the bedroom glaring at Ronnie standing in the
doorway as Clyde and Lindy entered.

"Tell this overgrown butthole to get out of my way, Clyde Lee," he hissed,
never taking his eyes off Ronnie.

"What happens if I don't, Joe?" Clyde asked.

Joe looked at him then, meeting his gaze, his face flushed with anger.
"You do anything to me, Clyde Lee - or let it happen to me - and you're in
jail for rape."  He jerked his thumb at Ronnie.  "Like this baboon here."

Clyde smiled slowly and nodded.  "I suspect Dr. Phillips would be well-nigh
as mad as an old wet hen all right."

"He sure as shit would," Joe affirmed.

"Just like Mr. Bennett would if he found out what you've been doing to his
youngest son."  Joe stared at the blond man and began to suspect he wasn't
going to bluster his way out of this situation as easily as he thought he
would.

He gulped.  "Whatever Lindy and I did together, he wanted it to happen," he
blustered.  "I sure didn't rape him."

"That's sort of a mute point when it comes to 13 and 14 year olds, Joe.
Grown ups are only just beginning to see you as growing up."  Clyde smiled.
"You're still their babies to your parents."

"My daddy can't know about this!" Lindy yelped.  "Oh, sweet Jesus!  Please
don't tell him."

Clyde shrugged at Lindy.  "I hope it doesn't come to that, Lindy.  It all
depends on how reasonable Joe here is.  If your daddy doesn't kill him for
fucking you, his daddy'll do it - either way, Dr. Phillips gets run out of
town and won't ever find another church because of what Joe did with you.
Then, too, I suspect your daddy might foreclose on some of those loans that
First Baptist has with his bank-"

His face white, Joe Phillips stared at Clyde Lee. Sweat beaded across his
forehead.  He realized he was out of his depth.  He knew he was at the
man's mercy.  He didn't want to think about what that would probably mean.

"Joe," Clyde continued, "I want you to understand a couple of things, okay?
Every human being can enjoy sex - either with his own gender or with the
opposite sex.  Boys have prostates that just love the massage hard dicks
can give them.  That doesn't mean you're homosexual if you get fucked."

"What does that mean?" the boy groaned.

"You're going to get fucked this afternoon, Joe.  Lindy, Ronnie, and I are
going to do to you what you've done to Lindy.  I'm telling you that you're
probably going to enjoy it.  That'll just mean that you're human and all
your parts are working like they should.  It'll be up to you to decide if
you like dick better than pussy after that."

Joe looked from Clyde to each of the boys, his eyes straying to each dick -
seeing and judging it against the others as he was forced to contemplate
each of them going inside him.  "Please don't," he moaned.

"It's either that or telling your daddy and Mr. Bennett at the same time.
Your choice, Joe," Clyde told him.

He looked from one to the others of his captors, shuddering as he mentally
measured Ronnie's and Clyde's dicks again.

"You won't tell anybody?"  He asked.  "None of you will?"

"What happens in this room stays here," Clyde told him.  He looked over at
Ronnie.  "Right?"  The boy nodded.  He turned to Lindy who nodded his
agreement too.

"And it never happens again?"

Clyde took a deep breath.  "No, Joe.  If you mess around with a boy who
comes out here, you've got to take care of him too."

"Not Julian, Clyde!" Joe yelped.  "That boy's just trash - and he's a
slut!"

"He's got pretty slutty - okay, if Julian wants to mess around, you're free
of helping him out ... Only, with the rest of the boys, it's going to be a
trade off; and, believe me, I'll hear about it if it isn't."

"Only out here, though.  If Lindy wants to come over to my house and spread
his legs-"

Clyde frowned.  "Only if he does it of his own free will.  You can't twist
things around or try to hold what's happened the past several days over his
head."

Joe nodded, figuring he had got the best deal he could get.  He was still
scared, but he was sort of curious too.  He looked around the room.
"Where-?" he mumbled.

* * *

Broughton's short curlies were scratching the floor of my crack, spreading
me wide.  My dick was hard and demanding, my balls riding my shaft, and I
was straining to blow my load.  I could hear him gasping for breath as he
shot his last volley inside me.

"You-!" I hissed, finally coming down from my sexual high enough to
realized Broughton Bennett had shot his load too quick - again.

"Give me just another couple of seconds," he gasped.  "You're going to
shoot, Vic.  I'm going to get you off, I promise you that.  Even if I have
to fuck you all day."  He pulled out a little and eased back in.

"Yeah."  I ground my butt on his dick buried inside me, trying to jumpstart
myself back into all that pleasure that had been crashing through me
moments earlier.  His shaft rubbed over my joy spot and I cooed happily as
he pulled more of himself out of me.  His hands rose up onto my chest and
found my nipples.

I gave myself up to the renewed fuck, my dick bouncing around under me.  It
splatted on my belly whenever Broughton got rough.  I rose higher and
higher.

* * *

Joe knelt between Ronnie Varnadore's legs and studied his pole.

They were waiting on him.  Ronnie, sitting on the side of the bed with his
legs spread and a dick that seemed to keep getting bigger right in front of
his eyes.  Clyde and Lindy, standing behind him with Clyde holding a jar of
Vaseline.  His gut wrenched and he wondered if he was going to be sick.

He sighed and put his elbows on Ronnie's knees.  There was nothing else to
be done except to do it.  He sure wasn't going to get out of it - not with
Clyde and Lindy so close.  He leant forward, sticking his tongue out as his
face got close to the older boy's pole.

Tentatively, he touched the bared knob with the tip of his tongue and let
it slide in between his teeth.

"Take it slow, Joe," Clyde cautioned him.  Joe shivered when he felt the
man's hand spread across his butt.  "You want to enjoy it, not gag."

Clyde's hands spread the boy's cheeks apart as Joe took more of Ronnie
Varnadore into his mouth.  A moment later, Joe felt something cool and
gooey at his back entrance and jerked.  His eyes opened wide and he wanted
to scream.  Only, there were three of them and just one of him.

Wildly, he guessed this was how a man felt as they strapped him into the
electric chair over at Reidsville.  He took a deep breath around Ronnie's
dick.  He wasn't going to die from this, though.  He'd be able to walk away
when they were through with him.  And Clyde had promised nobody would know
except them - and that he wouldn't have to do it again with any of them or
anybody, as long as he didn't want them to do queer stuff to him.

He relaxed, forcing his fear back into the corners of his mind.  And began
to take stock of what was going on.  He might as well be curious about it -
it was going to happen.  And he'd never have another chance to find out
what went through a queer's mind when he was getting it on with another
boy.

Ronnie's dick was stretching his lips wide and he focused on the boy in
front of him.  The black shiny pubes were only a couple of inches from his
nose and he watched as some of his spit slipped down those inches into the
black curls.  The dick didn't have a taste either; it was just big around
and long - he figured it was taking up the entire length of his mouth,
probably all the way to his tonsils.  He pulled back a couple of inches,
keeping his lips tight against Ronnie's shaft and bathed the boy's knob
with his tongue.  He grinned when Ronnie moaned.  He started to bob slowly
on the dick in his mouth, seeing just how far he could take it each time.

Lindy had his Vaseline-coated fingertip against Joe's hole and began to
press against its lips.  He watched as it began to sink into Joe.  He
understood that this was punishment, but he wanted Joe to feel good too.
He wanted him to feel as good as he did when Joe had his big dick buried in
him.  He let up on his pressure at the first sign of resistance and waited
until Joe's butt muscle relaxed.  He pushed his whole finger in then.

Joe jerked and groaned, his face diving forward as the fingertip landed on
his prostate.  Lindy wiggled his finger and Joe couldn't believe that
anything could feel that good.  He realised with surprise that Ronnie's
pubes were tickling his nose.  He ground his butt on Lindy's finger.

Clyde chuckled.  "I think you can use two fingers this time," he told
Lindy.

"Can I go ahead and put my dick in him?" Lindy asked.

"Get him loosened up first, boy.  When he's taking three fingers and
wiggling his fanny for you like he's doing now, he'll be ready for you."

Joe had pulled back to just Ronnie's knob when Lindy sent two fingers into
him.  He groaned loudly and his face fell down the older boy's dick to meet
his pubes again.

* * *

I was coming.  Great waves of hot lava blowing out of my dick.  And
Broughton kept pounding my butt with his groin.  My whole whole body swayed
with the force of his hammering.

I was somewhere else - skiing across the clouds and diving miles into the
air and climbing up to grab stars.  It was the 4th of July inside my head
and in my butt.  "More!" I gasped with a 1000 pound weight sitting on my
chest.

Broughton's giant mushroom dug back into me.  Hard.  6 inches.  7 inches.
I was weightless again.  8 inches.  I was airborne again.  9 inches.  I was
flying through the solar system like a sputnik.

He collapsed over me, staying in me.  All of his dick.  He wheezed against
my ear.  His arms hugged me.

"Was I good enough this time?" he asked finally when he'd got his breath
back.

"Sweet Jesus!" I moaned weakly and didn't try to move from the
blanket-covered bale of hay.

^^^^^^^^^^^

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Dave MacMillan