Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 22:07:37 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XXVI

Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XXVI - by David MacMillan

Here I am, offering up the 26th chapter of the continuing saga of lads in
south GA.  I'm more than a little surprised; I just never thought it would
last this long or that the characters would take on the lives they have.
Or that so many of you would identify with this story and its characters -
and come to love them.

Over the past months I've heard from probably a hundred of you.  That was
surprising too.  What was even more surprising is how many of you have
written to tell me that I've managed to get the time and place - the
zeitgeist of it all - down pat.  That's really saying a lot for a lad who
grew up in Berlin Germany on a British Army base.  My mother was from south
GA and I did visit her relatives as a child.  I was the 5 year old who flew
from Berlin to London to New York to Atlanta - alone.  I'd been shipped off
to my aunt because everyone was afraid that the Russians were going to
attack Berlin and WWIII was about to begin.  My aunt stayed glued to the
radio (no TV on the farm in 1948; it wasn't until 1950 that she got an
indoor toilet), certain that her younger sister, my mother, was about to
become a dust mote in a nuclear storm and her two sons in the American army
would have to avenge the family honour.  Those days are long past, the west
and Russia are at peace, and Berlin is again the Capital of a united, free,
and democratic Germany.

I didn't keep the e-addresses of those of you who wrote; it didn't feel
right for me to do so.  Most of you had simply written me to tell me what
you thought, not to become penpals or the recipients of my thoughts and
feelings.  Besides, what would I have done with them anyway?  Try to sell
you something?

All of you have been warm - even generous with your praise.  The greatest
praise, though, has been when some of you shared memories that my story
returned to you.  Like the gentleman from ND whose 1st encounter with a
black person was in a small restaurant when he arrived in Washington state
on his way to Ft. Lewis.  The black man was elderly and my correspondent
had to watch the old man ask a waitress if they served blacks there and, if
so, where he could sit.  Fortunately for all of us - black, brown, yellow,
red, and white - that kind of environment is no longer a part of America.
The opportunity is there, even if the training, preparation, and education
all too often isn't.  Fortunately too, the old South where that kind of
environment was legally ordered by the state has died the death it
deserved.  It's a pleasure to have evoked memories of how things were,
because we can look at how they are now and see that they have improved
over the years.  Today is better than yesterday.

I want to dedicate this chapter and this story to you - to all of you, but
especially to the readers who have got something more than a few thrills
from it.  Of course, you should have got the thrills, but there has been
more than just that.  I hope I can continue to provide that something more
in the chapters to come.  If we do not look at our history - and learn from
it - we are condemned to repeat it.  My effort has become, as Growing Up
Sexual has developed, one of making that history live again for those of us
who lived it and palatable for those who are too young to remember it
themselves.

Thank you all for making this story possible.

Dave MacMillan

Have you read my other stories?  GUT FEELINGS in Beginnings - a crime story
set mostly in modern-day London.  THE LEARNING SEASON in Adult/Youth - a
May to September romance set in Washington, DC, and Provincetown MA.
CONFESSIONS OF A VAMPIRE in Scifi/fan - a romantic political thriller set
in Zurich and Washington DC.  Starting later in June, I'll begin posting
LEARNING TO FLY in College.  Enjoy reading.
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"Aren't you coming in?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Ronnie
Varnadore, my feet on the grass beside the road in front of the Lees'.  I
wasn't thinking all that clearly.  I did not like the direction our talk
was beginning to take me.

There were just a few cars in front of the Lees' house, and in their
driveway.  It was instinctual to being a teenager in Soul GA to know that a
mass of cars would draw the police like bees to honey.  Most of us - the
freshmen and sophomores - had permission to spend the night with Richard
and Billy, even though our parents knew their parents were out of town.
Most of our parents, however, thought it was just their child and the two
Lee boys.

The juniors and seniors who had come, and who had cars, had parked in front
of other houses on side streets to lower the chance that the police would
do more than cruise by.

"I'm just going to park the car, Vic.  I'll be knocking on the door in ten
minutes, I promise."  Ronnie grinned.  "Go on.  Get into that party."

Billy opened the door when I knocked.  The hi-fi was blasting Elvis' Blue
Suede Shoes in the family room in the back of the house.  He grinned at me.
"Come on in here, Vic Howell."

"Where's everybody?" I asked, looking down the deserted hall behind him.

"In the back of the house.  Glenda Faye's putting on a show."

"Oh?"

"If you like looking at titties, that is," he explained, his voice dropping
so that it was just him and me.  "The Weeks boys already have her down to
just her panties.  Everybody's laying bets on which one of them is going to
fuck her first and if she'll do it with everybody watching."

I made a face.  From what I'd seen of women, I didn't want to see one
naked.  I didn't want to think of putting my dick in one.

Billy grinned.  "I was thinking the same thing," he said conspiratorially.

"You and Richard still taking care of each other?"

He nodded.  "Yeah.  Only, he talks about pussy and titties a lot now.  It
gets old quick when he's piledriving my butt with that thing of his."

"I'll bet."

"Are you alone?"

"Ronnie's parking the car."

"He's going to have his nose as close to the action with Glenda Faye
tonight as he can get-" Billy studied me closely for a moment and then
grinned.  "Maybe I can show you an un-used part of the house later on-?"

I grinned back.  "I think that could prove to be the most fun I'll have
tonight."

"It's a date then."  He took my arm.  "Come on, I'll take you back to where
she's doing her thing."

There were maybe fifteen boys in the family room - the same crew who went
out to Auntie Clyde's - and Glenda Faye Woods.  Herb Albert was doing a
shimmy kind of instrumental on the hi-fi.  Glenda Faye indeed was down to
her panties and had a Weeks boy in front of her and one behind her.  They
were down to their briefs and were shimmying with her.  On her, more like.

One was grinding his crotch around on her fanny; the other twin was rubbing
crotch against crotch while his fingers played tiddlywinks with her small
breasts.  The one behind her was running his hands over her back and sides;
and her panties got lower on her hips and fanny each time his hands
descended.  Both of the twins had erections showing in their briefs.

Glenda Faye was faintly cute but mostly plain.  Her body was almost boyish.
She had her eyes closed and sweat beaded on her lip as she ground back and
forth between the boys working her over.

The Weeks boy behind her brought his fingers down her sides slowly, but
they didn't stop at the elastic waistband this time.  Instead, they slipped
beneath it and moved to cup her full buttcheeks.  Glenda Faye continued to
shimmy and grind.  Her panties quickly moved over her backside, exposing
her fanny for anyone to see.

The Weeks boy's fingers moved to her front, forcing the cotton onto her
upper thighs and exposing her bush.  He pressed against her back and kissed
her neck as he moved them a couple of inches down onto her thighs.  His
hands left her then and moved quickly to the waist of his briefs.  Still
grinding against her, he shoved his underwear down below his balls.  Glenda
Faye moaned as his hard dick found her crack.

In front of her, the other twin pressed his lips to her, their mouths
opened, and their tongues were almost immediately dueling.  That twin moved
his hips back and pushed his briefs onto his thighs.  Closing back with
Glenda Faye, they again began to grind, working his underwear down his
legs.

The one behind her began to lean into her, forcing her body to bend towards
his brother.  I watched transfixed as he took his dick and moved it over
her cheek until it was between her legs.  His brother broke away from his
kiss with her and began to push her head down along his chest.

Glenda Faye accepted the implied direction, bending forward from the hips
and bringing the one twin's dick to her lips.  Her hand wrapped around its
shaft and pulled its foreskin back as she took the head inside her mouth.
Behind her, the other twin adjusted his position, took his dick in his
hand, and guided it to her.  We all watched as his hips moved forward until
his groin was pressed against her buttcheeks.

I jumped when I felt the hand close on my arm.  I turned and saw it was
Billy.

"Ronnie's here," he said, nodding towards my lover.

I saw that he was watching spellbound the threeway sex that was beginning
to play itself out.  It would be a while before he even knew I was there.

"I've got something to show you," Billy whispered to me and led me out of
the crowd and into the hall.

He had me outside and we were skirting the pool on our way to the changing
room.  "It's not too cold, is it?" he asked as we reached the entrance.

"No," I answered and tried to pretend the night surrounding us wasn't fifty
degrees.  "What've you got in mind?"

"I want you to fuck me, Vic," he said, opening the door.  "I've wanted your
dick for a long time-" We slipped inside the dark shower room.

"You could've had it.  All you had to do was ask."

"Richard said no way after we got caught up in that porno film.  We had to
keep it to just us - and that left even you out.  He said I was borderline
homo and had to keep it out of sight.  That and that you were becoming too
open."

"Me?"

"Yeah.  Like Lindy before Broughton started servicing him like Richard does
me.  That's why we haven't gone out to Clyde's - Richard doesn't want it
getting around that we're even interested."

"He just dicks you?"

"Yeah.  I'm the one who's always wanting something to happen; it ends up
with him crawling between my legs."  He chuckled.  "But it does feel so
damned good."

I heard him unbuckle his belt and then his zipper opening.  I smiled to
myself and began to open my trousers so we could get into something that I
was suddenly realising that I hadn't had in too damned long.

"I greased myself up before Ronnie showed up," Billy said.  "You ought to
be able to slide right in."

I touched his shoulder and said: "You're still a boy scout - always
prepared."  He laughed as he came into my arms.

Our dicks duelled as we kissed.  His mouth welcomed my tongue home as my
hands squeezed his buttcheeks and pulled him against me.

He broke the kiss moments later and nuzzled against my neck.  "I'm so
close, Vic," he whispered.  "Take me now."  He turned in my arms and his
hip and then his cheek caressed my dick.

When he was in front of me and my meat was wedged in his crack, he leant
over, exposing more of his butt to me.  My hips moved back so that I could
get my dick situated.  Finally my knob was pressed up against his hole.
"Go slow, Vic.  I want to feel this-" I began to push into him and he
gasped.  "Damn!  That thing's grown wider since the last time I felt it."

He grabbed my legs and pulled himself onto me, consuming my rod in a hard,
fast slide.  "Yeah!" he groaned.  "Give me all of it."

It had been almost two months since I'd buttfucked anybody.  It felt good.
I'd forgotten just how good a hot ass felt as it wrapped around my dick.
"You feel good, Billy," I grunted as my groin pressed hard against his
fanny, my pubes scratching against the sides of his crack and across his
cheeks.

I began to move in and out of Billy Lee slowly, relishing the feel of his
tight channel gripping me.  He moved with me, pushing back as I began to
enter him, pulling away as I pulled back.  I reached around his hip and
found his pole riding his belly, hard and leaking.

We moved together in silence.  Only the soft plopping sounds of our
coupling could be heard in the changing room. Billy's hands gripped the
back of my thighs, controlling my movements in him.  My fist rode his dick.
We were alone in our private world, riding the waves of pleasure that
swelled under and through us to carry us to our personal heavens.

Suddenly, it was like I was riding one of those waves in Hawaii that I'd
seen in films like Gidget.  I was rushing towards shore, on tops of tons of
pleasure threatening to crush me.  My balls rode my shaft.  My hips were
pounding my dick in and out of Billy's butt.

"I'm close, Vic," he gasped.  "Jesus!  I'm going to shoot!"

"Yeah!" I groaned as I slammed into him again, my free hand grabbing his
hip and pulling him hard against me.  My dick throbbed and I was erupting
deep inside him.

Ronnie Varnadore was mounting Glenda Faye when we returned to the house.
The crowd around them cheered him as his hips pushed him deep inside her.
"Try the punch," Billy whispered against my ear.  "Richard spiked it."  I
watched as he slipped into the crowd and again began to play host.

I turned and headed toward the table and the punch bowl.  I saw Broughton
Bennett watching me then; he had a knowing grin plastered across his face.
He sidled up to me as I poured punch for myself.  "You aren't going to like
it," he told me as I replaced the ladle.

"Why not?" I asked, looking up, and started to lift the paper cup to my
lips.

"Richard used blueberry Kool-Aid with the vodka.  They don't mix well."

I set my glass back down on the table.  Blueberry vodka just didn't sound
like something I could drink without gagging.  "How're you and Lindy
doing?" I asked.

"Pretty good.  We've missed you."  He smiled.  "How's everything with you
and Ronnie?"

I shrugged and managed not to look back at him plowing Glenda Faye for
everyone to see.

"You know that he's not exactly like us, Vic," Broughton said, his voice
low now.  "He's just a middle-class kid without prospects.  He'll go to
work for his daddy, get married, and raise a brood of kids - eventually
he'll inherit the business.  That's all he'll ever have."  He studied me
for what seemed like a long time.  "Do you two even have anything to talk
about after he's given you that big dick of his?"

I ducked my head and wondered how I got out of this discussion.

"Billy seems to be going for a lot of strange here recently," he said,
changing the subject on me.

I blinked and stared at him, feeling my face grow hot.  "What do you mean?"

He's been over to the house about once a week - you know, the three of us.
Then, there's tonight with you.  I wonder if Richard is starting to find
excuses not to give him what he wants."

"He's been over to see you and Lindy?"  I could imagine Broughton's big
dick sliding into him.  My itch suddenly suddenly made itself known as I
remembered how it felt to have Broughton working my butt.

"Yeah."  He grinned.  "Where did he take you?"

"Out to the changing room - it's quiet out there."

He studied the room behind me for a moment.  "Want to make another trip out
there?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, dropping into a whisper.  The itch
deep in my ass flared bright.

Broughton shrugged.  "Whatever you're up for, Vic.  But I'd rather have you
tonight."

I turned and, pretending to take in the room behind me, decided what I
wanted to do.  Nobody was paying us any attention.  I could hear Ronnie's
breathing become loud and ragged.  "Let's go," I told him and stepped
towards the door Billy and I had just entered.

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