Date: Thu, 4 May 2000 14:51:04 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - Chapter 24

Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XXIV by Dave MacMillan

I know.  I know.  I DID say a new installment every TWO weeks.  And here it
it is, barely a week after 23 was posted that I'm giving you this episode.
Please forgive me.  I just got a wild hair in me arse that grew when I
wasn't looking.

This episode will sort of close down things with Vic for a while - so that
we can explore the rest of what's happening in Soul.

Give me a week and you'll be able to find new installments in GUT FEELINGS
in relationhip and THE LEARNING SEASON in Adult/Youth.  Starting next
month, I'll begin posting CONFESSIONS OF A VAMPIRE in Fantasy/SF and
LEARNING TO FLY in college - in addition to continuing these 3 stories.

Let me know what you think of this or one of the other stories at
vichowel@aol.com.  Believe it or not, your comments and your complaints
help me to be a better writer.

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I moped around the house the rest of the weekend and I still had the blues
through the next 3 days of school.

Marshall Fields had been perfection and I wanted that perfection even as I
accepted that I couldn't have it.  That it hadn't even been offered to me.
After I got that much understanding going, I went for more.  I tried to
dissect what attraction he held for me so I could understand it.

Both Richard Lee and Broughton Bennett were better looking and had bigger,
nicer dicks.  They both could and, most often did, dress as well as
Marshall did.  I just couldn't understand how Marshall had managed to get
to me to the degree that he had.

Lunch came after third period and that Wednesday, I packed my stuff after
the bell and started for the door.  I was still in a daze.  I still hadn't
figured how Marshall got to me, so I couldn't get rid of him.

"We're going to talk," Charlie Howe said, falling in step with me.

By the beginning of November, Charlie knew he wasn't going to get dragged
off to some secluded part of the school and lynched.  Coach Arthur had made
examples of a couple of the roughest trash in school and nobody wanted to
have a private meeting with the Coach's board of education.  Charlie was
left alone, as were the white kids who were friendly with him.  He'd
relaxed and accepted that I and my circle accepted him in the school.  But
he still kept to himself unless there was a class assignment that required
two or more kids working together.  I'd long since figured it was his way
of giving us space so we could accept him and not have the Klu Klux Klan
giving us a whipping.

I stopped in my tracks and stared at him with my mouth hanging open.  All I
saw at first was the creamy coffee complexion under the tentative
half-smile.  Then, I saw his sad eyes watching me.  "You've got something
bugging you the last couple of days, Vic.  We're going to talk about it."
He grinned, but his eyes were still sad.  "I don't allow my home boys to
get real down.  You want to get yourself a plate of the hog slop they're
dishing out in the cafeteria, or will you try one of my mama's ham
sandwiches?"

I followed Charlie out to the practice football field behind the school
more out of shock than hunger, even though I knew how bad cafeteria food
was.  We sat down on a bleacher and he opened his bag of goodies on the
seat between us.  "Mama seems to think she's got garbage can for a son
instead of a growing 14 year old boy," he said as he laid half a sandwich
in front of me.  There was more ham on that half of a sandwich than I was
used to seeing at a whole dinner at my house.  My stomach growled and I
went from being in shock to having sudden hunger pangs.

"So, what's got your goat, Vic?" Charlie asked as I brought the ham
sandwich up to my face.

"I don't know," I lied and opened my mouth wide.

"If you were any more down since this week started, your chin would be
dragging on the ground."

I hid behind chewing and didn't answer.  Charlie produced two juice bottles
and gave me one.  His mom made one hell of a sandwich.  There was just a
touch of mayonnaise and a good heaping of mustard.

He looked me in the eyes.  "I'm figuring it for being moonstruck, jilted -
or maybe both," he opined around a mouthful of ham and bread.  "Only,
there's nothing about you dating and I've never seen you with any one girl
since school started-"

This was beginning to get personal and I wondered if sharing the best ham
sandwich in the world with me gave him the right to get into my personal
shit.  "I'd rather not get into it right now, Charlie," I said as I shoved
more sandwich into my mouth.

"Okay, so we leave the specifics out of this," he allowed.  "Only, you
can't go around moping like you're doing, boy.  People'll start noticing,
then they'll start putting two and two together like I did."

"Huh?"

"I won't get into the specifics.  You said you didn't want to go there, so
I won't.  But I'm going to tell you that you need to get laid soon.  You
need to get full up of nookie.  Good loving keeps your head screwed on
right."  He shoved more sandwich in his mouth and his cheek poked out.
"You can't feel like a beat up old hound dog when you're getting some."

"You sure seem to know a lot," I grumbled as I shoved the rest of the
sandwich into my mouth.

"Vic, boy, you got to understand.  My people know everything there is to
know about you white folks.  Anything that happens with the whites, it gets
back to the nigger quarter - it's how so many of us keeps our necks from
being stretched by your trash when they're out for a little fun."

"What're you saying, Charlie?" I asked as I grabbed the bottle of juice.
Part of me feared being exposed as a queer.

"I'm saying I think I know what's happening with you - not the who that has
your jaw hanging down, but what.  It makes no never mind to me, except that
I don't like seeing you hurt."  He took a swig of his juice and continued
before I worked out anything to say.  "I'm saying for you to get yourself a
piece, do it tonight.  'Tang that's different from any you've had before -
you don't need the old memories right now.  You'll get a whole new
perspective on things if you do as Doc Charlie says."  He grinned.  "I
don't want to see this hang-dog look on your face tomorrow."

I went through the next couple of hours trying to grapple with Charlie's
suggestion.  The scariest thing, the possibility that had me ready to give
birth to a litter of kittens, was that he might know about me and my
friends.  I had always thought we were being pretty careful - Richard,
Billy, Broughton, Lindy, and me.  I couldn't see how he would know.  Or how
any of the black folks in town would know about us.  They might know about
Clyde's place, but I'd been careful there.  My friends had too.  I forced
that fear from my thoughts.

His suggestion itself was a different ball of wax.  Did I want to just go
out and get myself laid?  I knew a dick ploughing my butt would make me
feel good.  The feel of hot, sweaty skin against mine as we humped and
worked our way towards our orgasms.  I knew where and how as well.  Clyde
Lee would give me more than most, and it would feel good too.  But would it
make me forget about Marshall?

I was still pondering Charlie's suggestion when the last bell rang and I
was piling out of the 9th grade wing with another 100 kids.

* * *

I watched Lindy run across the parking lot to Broughton's car and saw the
older boy's face break into a warm smile.  I realized we hadn't got
together for two weeks and guessed the two brothers were getting close
enough together they didn't need a strange dick and ass to make playtime
fun any more.  I figured they were getting into what I reckoned Richard and
Billy had, in spite of Richard's effort to put together a Thanksgiving
party that featured the town slut.

I had to admit it would be something else to crawl into bed every night
with the boy who was my lover.  It was enough to make me regret being an
only child.

I was almost to the street before I realized that a car was moving along
beside me.  I turned.

"Either you're being real stuck up or your mind is about as far away as
Mars," Ronnie Varnadore said through the open window.  "I called to you
several times."

"I'm sorry.  I've been sort of out of it the past few days."

"Want a ride?"

"Yeah, sounds like a deal."  I crossed in front of the car and climbed in.

For a week or so after Broughton went for his brother at the beginning of
school, Ronnie was there to take me to school and drive me home again.  He
was out sick one day, and I started walking to and from school again after
that.  I hadn't even thought of it until now, with me in his car.

"How have you been doing?" Ronnie asked as he pulled out of the parking
lot.

"Pretty good.  How about you?"

"I've got blue balls."

I turned to see him grinning back at me.  "Somehow I doubt that.  As much
of Julian as you're getting, you should be nearly satisfied."

"Julian's just available, Vic.  I'd like to have somebody I liked being
with.  Somebody that the sex meant something with too."

"Me too," I allowed as we turned onto US One and picked up speed.

"Why haven't we ever done it, Vic?" Ronnie asked.

I turned to face him.  His face was serious.  I remembered what Charlie had
suggested.  My gaze fell to the crotch of Ronnie's jeans.  It looked like
it was getting fuller.

"You're certainly persistent," I told him.

"In a nice way, I hope.  I just remind you once in a while so you don't
forget that I'm interested."

I laughed.  I was beginning to feel good for the first time since Saturday
afternoon, after Marshall Fields had taken me home after he made love to
me.  "What would you want to do to me, Ronnie - assuming I was willing to
let you do it?"

He grinned.  "I want to fuck you so good you'll be gushing your wad all
over the car."

"Ah, Vic Howell would become just another Julian for you then?  Someone you
fuck every chance you get?"

"What do you mean?"

"It sounds like all you want is a willing pincushion.  You've got that with
Julian."

"I can't be seen with Julian.  Not anywhere.  Everybody knows about him."

"What you're saying is that you wouldn't have me down on my hands and knees
and naked as a jaybird out at Clyde's for you to mount?  You'd just do it
privately?"

"You sound like you want more than just good loving."

"I want that - good loving - in a lot of varieties-"

He stared at me suspiciously for a couple of moments.  "You'd want to fuck
me too?"

"Hey, if it feels good-" I was purposefully keeping it light.  I didn't
know how far Ronnie wanted to take this discussion.

"You've done Broughton and Clyde?" he mumbled.  I didn't answer.  "I don't
know about that.  I'd suck you off, though.  I guess that, if getting butt
fucked ever felt right, I'd do it."

I studied Ronnie Varnadore.  "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"Where?" I asked, feeling my dick growing behind my jeans and an itch deep
in my butt.  Maybe Charlie had been right after all.  It didn't matter - I
was going to get me some strange.

"We could go out to Clyde's - naw."  He shook his head.  "This is just
between the two of us.  I don't want to give Clyde any more ideas than he
already has."  We turned around in the Meeks' Motel drive and started back
up US One towards the school.  "How about out at Johnson Lake?  There are
plenty of places there where we'll be all alone."

Ronnie drove past the marina and turned onto a firebreak well past the
lake.  He pulled into an opening in some pine trees and looked around.
"This all right with you, Vic?"

"It's fine."  I looked at the layers of pine needles on the ground, my dick
throbbing at the thought of sex.  "Have you got a blanket?"

He frowned.  "I didn't think about that.  Shit!  No wonder I never get laid
by any of the girls I take out."  He looked over at me.  "I'll have one in
the trunk after tonight, Vic.  Is it okay just this one time?"

"I guess," I said, making like Sarah Heartburn.  I got out of the car and
pulled off my shirt.

"You could lie back on the hood-" Ronnie offered tentatively.  I toed off
my sneakers and bent over to pull off my socks.  "Or try out the backseat."

I looked across the hood at him, ready to tell him what I thought of
getting laid in the tight confines of the backseat of a car.  It struck me
then.  To hear the tales of sexual conquest at school, there had to be
dried jizz on the backseat of every car in Soul.  I suddenly couldn't stop
wondering what it'd be like.  "The backseat," I told him grinning as I
pushed my jeans and underwear over my buttcheeks.

"You want to be all scrunched up back there?" Ronnie asked, staring into
the car.

"One time only," I told him pulling the seat forward so I could get back
in.  "Come on, big boy," I continued, looking over the roof of the car,
already accepting what we were about to do.  And accepting that I wanted it
as well.  "I need some loving."

I watched as Ronnie Varnadore finished undressing outside the car.  I'd
seen him naked before - both when he was porking Julian and in the pool
talking to me.  I'd seen him; but I hadn't seen him.

He was about 6 feet.  I'd thought of him as beefy but, now, I saw that his
waist was as slim as those of most the guys in Soul.  His chest was bigger,
but that was muscles.  A treasure trail started at his belly button and
marched into some of the thickest pubes I'd ever seen.  His dick was hard
as he climbed into the backseat with me.  His knob wasn't any wider than
his shaft - but his shaft was as wide as Broughton's head.  His dick was
long too.  He had to be 9 inches.  He was as big as anybody I'd had sex
with.  I couldn't tell if he was circumcised or not, but his knob was bare.

"I've waited for this day since I saw you at Clyde's going back to school
party," he said as his hand spread across my thigh above the knee.  He
leant forward and licked the head of my dick.  I sat back on the seat, my
back against the side of the car and my legs spread.  He swallowed me down
to my pubes.

He moved my butt towards the center of the seat while he deepthroated me.
His finger traced the ridge between my balls and my hole.  He hummed around
my pole as he sucked hard and fast, shoving me towards orgasm.  His finger
began to concentrate on the well that led to my entrance.

I was instantly swamped by the feelings shooting out of my dick and balls.
It was like experiencing my first ever blowjob all over again.  Tossed and
buffeted by so much pleasure that it almost hurt.  I didn't feel his finger
punch into me.  I struggled to gain a grip on my feelings so I could ride
them.  So that I could enjoy the pleasure of them.

His second finger joined the first.  I felt them both find my prostate.
His mouth had still not slowed down.  I knew I was a goner.  My balls rode
my shaft and rumbled.  I erupted as his third finger pushed into me and
began to tweak my love gland.

Ronnie kept going - swallowing and bobbing.  I became so sensitive that I
had to push him off.

"Like it?" he asked, sitting up on his knees and smiling down at me.

I shuddered.  "Take it slower next time," I gasped.  "I'm supposed to climb
into an orgasm, not be shoved down into one."

He stared down at me in disbelief.  "You didn't like it?"

"I didn't say that.  You just barrelled down on me like a freight train.  I
never got a chance to ride all that mounting pleasure."

"Every boy I ever sucked wanted to get off as fast as he could."

"So that you could fuck him?"  I shoved myself back up the side of the car.
"It was almost like this was something you had to do so that you can put it
in me - so you rushed us both through it."  I took a deep breath.  "Ronnie,
I like my sex slow and easy.  I want to feel it and taste it.  I want to
ride all those waves of pleasure that come with having good sex."

"You want me to butt fuck you that way too?"  I nodded and leant forward to
take his hard dick in my hand.  "I want to feel this thing as it finds
every nook and cranny in my butt.  I'm not going to lie to you, Ronnie.  I
love to have a dick in my butt.  But I want to feel it.  I want to ride it.
I want to experience it."

He looked down between my legs to where my fingers gripped his dick.  He
still had his fingers jammed into my opening.  I pulled on his shaft
slightly.  A thin lip of skin barely made it over the flange of his knob
but went no further.  It looked longer than Broughton's, now that I was
looking at it close.  I smiled.  "That thing looks like it'll make me feel
good," I told him and licked my lips, suddenly hungry for what I knew it
would do for me.

I slipped back down on the seat, my legs spreading for his knees.  The back
of my head on the armrest, I raised each leg to his chest.  All the time I
watched his face, feeling the desire he radiated.  "Take me," I told him
and pushed my butt off the seat.  "Fill me up, Ronnie."

He bent over me, his pole coming to rest on top of my balls as my thighs
pressed into my chest.  Between my knees, his face was inches from mine.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this to happen, Vic-"

"Yeah, since the pool party at Clyde's," I chuckled.

"Before.  I saw you around town.  I wanted you a year ago - two years ago."
His face swam closer to mine.  "I want to kiss you, Vic.  I've never kissed
another boy - I've never wanted to with any other boy, but I want to now -
with you."

I reached up and took his face in my hands.  I pulled him down and felt his
lips brush mine.  "Put it in me while we kiss," I told him.

I felt the wide head of his dick settle against my hole as his lips opened
against mine, and his tongue slipped into my mouth.  Our tongues duelled as
his knob broke through my sphincter and his dick began to push into me.

I moaned around his tongue as more and more of him entered me.  He broke
our kiss and looked down at me, his face a mask of concern.  "You okay?" he
asked and I realized that I no longer was being fed his dick.

"Give me the rest of it," I grumbled and my lips again sought his.  He felt
good in me, and it was certainly no time to start thinking about things.
My hands grabbed his butt and pulled him the rest of the way into me.  I
wiggled my bottom against his pubes when they began to tickle my balls.

I sighed when he began to move in me.  It was slow enough that I could hop
a ride on the waves beginning to form in my ass and move out over me.  His
fucking was nowhere as hurried as his sucking had been.  I relaxed and gave
myself up to enjoying the sensations he was generating inside me.

There were no fireworks, no bombs, no rockets in either my butt or my head.
Ronnie Varnadore was no Marshall Fields.  But he was the equal of Clyde Lee
and the two boys who made porn movies for the preacher.  He felt good in
me.  His body felt good as it moved against mine.  I moaned and clutched
his buttocks - and rode the waves of pleasure rising out of my butt and
coursing through my body.

My dick was caught between his belly and mine.  Hard muscle gripped it and
rubbed it.  New sensations began to leak into me from my pole.  My balls
tightened and rode the shaft of my dick.  Our tongues continued to duel for
supremacy.

I jerked and bucked as I shot.  Load after load lubricated his belly's
movement over mine.  My ride wasn't over, however.  Ronnie continued to
pull his dick out of me until only its knob was in me and slowly push back
into me.  I lay back and gave myself to the pleasures still coursing
through me.

In and out.  Slow.  Delicious.  Sweat covered our bodies.  Far away,
muscles complained at being cramped for too long.  My fingers moved up and
down his back - from his fanny to his shoulder blades and back again.  My
nails scratched his flexing muscles slightly, then dug into him.

Dimly, I became aware that Ronnie had speeded up his movements in me.  His
strokes were no longer slow, long, and leisurely.  His breathing had become
ragged.  Instinct set in and I rocked against him faster in order to catch
up to him.  His fingers found my nipples and began to tweak them hard.

My dick exploded again.  My muscles clinched along the length of his dick
buried in me.  He groaned and slammed into me.  I felt his pole throb
inside me; his whole body tightened above me.  Ronnie Varnadore erupted
deep inside me.  His body collapsed against mine and I was holding him to
me as our orgasms crashed over us.

Ronnie softened but still remained embedded in me.  Our breathing slowly
became normal.  Every muscle in my legs was cramping on me.  "I need to get
up," I mumbled, nuzzling his ear.

My hands slipped down his back as he pushed off of me.  He felt good, I
liked the feel of his body.  "That's the last time I do that," I grumbled
as I sought leverage and pulled myself up into a sitting position.  "Ouch!"
As he pulled out of me, my butt found the seat.

"The last time you do what?" he asked, watching me closely.

"Get fucked in a backseat of a car."  I reached for the door, little pricks
of pain erupting along my legs from my hips to my toes.  "Both my legs went
to sleep."  I looked back at him.  "I think you're going to have to help me
out - and probably to stand, until I've worked some circulation back into
my legs."

He quickly came around the car and helped me out.  It felt like I was
stepping on ice picks as my feet touched the ground.  He grinned as he
pulled me to him.  "You were the best - just like I imagined you would be."
I buried my face against his chest and pressed against him, feeling his
still tumescent dick throb with his blood against my lower ribs.

I felt the itch in my butt again, making itself known even as circulation
returned to my legs.  I felt his body against mine.  My hands roamed as he
held me.  Hard and smooth, he felt good.

I pulled back from him, my gaze dropping to his dick.  It was big and it
fit me well.  Ronnie Varnadore knew how to use it well too.  I looked up
into his face and smiled.  "You've had what you've wanted, Ronnie.  You've
had a piece of my tail.  How was it?"

His face was thoughtful.  "It was everything I imagined it would be.
You've got a great body, Vic - and you know how to use it."

"So you'll fuck me again?"

"No."  I frowned.  That wasn't exactly the response I was expecting.
"Having sex with you will never be just fucking."

"What would you call it then?"

"Making love."

I stared at him.  I'd heard this stuff before - from Broughton.  And I knew
how long that had lasted.  "What're you saying?" I finally managed.

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