Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 17:26:44 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XXXIII

Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXXIII - by Dave MacMillan

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Sunday evening, I hadn't let myself think of what I'd done with Henry Weeks
that afternoon.  I didn't think of Joe Phillips either.  Sunday evening was
my time with mum and I wanted to make it good for both of us.  Maybe it was
just my body wallowing in the glow of sexual gratification that kept my
mind in the here and now.

Monday morning, however, was an entirely different matter.  Maybe it was
because I wasn't relaxing with mum or because the glow had worn off.  I
woke feeling bad.  Joe was going to be one pissed boy when he found out
that I'd had sex with Henry Weeks. As far as I knew, we had both kept our
sex to ourselves since we'd started seeing each other.  I felt bad because
I'd been unfaithful to him.

I was surprised by that.  I hadn't thought of us as lovers, just sex
partners.  But the thought of seeing him at school, of knowing that I had
had sex with Henry - it embarrassed me.  I didn't even have a piss hard-on
when I made it to the bathroom that morning.  And I didn't feel like
jerking off in the shower, either.  I was wondering how I was going to face
Joe.

Had Joe Phillips and I fallen in love?  It was the question that I allowed
myself to try to answer as I walked to school.  I didn't remember that I
had a bike to ride until I was halfway there.

Joe and I had been at it steady since early in December, a good five
months.  He'd been staying over almost every Friday night since January.  I
hadn't had sex with anybody but him since that began, not until Henry
Weeks.  I was pretty sure he hadn't either.  We satisfied each other pretty
basically, even if I did want more dick up my butt.

But did that mean that we'd somehow become lovers?

I couldn't see it.  I'd been faithful to Ronnie Varnadore from September to
Richard Lee's Thanksgiving party, but we both knew it was the sex that kept
us together.  Ronnie and I had never even really talked.

Joe and I hadn't either.  Talked.  About us.  About the future.  I tried to
remember what things he even liked.

There was his ham radio.  That's how he'd met that Australian who'd spent
Thanksgiving with him.  But ham radios were about as interesting to me as
football was.  I was a lot more likely to curl up with a book written by
Isaac Asimov than I was to want to talk to somebody a million miles away
and whom I'd never see or really know.

He didn't like fried chicken or green beans either.  He was always
complaining that everybody in the church served that when they had the
preacher and his family over.  He liked Mrs. Yokum's country-fried steak
and mashed potatoes though.  He even liked the spinach that mum insisted on
us having at least once a week.

And he liked a hard dick up his butt.  Just like I did.  Henry had called
it being a bottom boy.  I liked both positions but I definitely wanted dick
first and foremost.  I could count on one hand the number of times I'd felt
Joe's in me the past two-weeks.

I wasn't getting what I wanted with Joe.  At least, that was how I
explained what I'd done with Henry to myself, now that I was thinking of
excuses.  Henry had given me what I wanted.  He promised more of the same -
from him and his twin brother.  Double the pleasure.  Double the fun.  And
I was sorely tempted to take him up on that promise - in spite of Joe and
whatever we had together.

Only, I felt kind of slutty every time I thought of taking the Weeks boys
up on what they were offering me.  Even as I wanted it.  Even as I didn't
know how Joe was going to take me having sex with other boys.  Even as I
told him that we weren't going to be doing stuff at his house any more -
mum's warning had come through loud and clear on that one.

I was still thinking my way through my crisis and wasn't finding any
answers as I stepped onto the parking lot and started for the door to the
9th grade wing.  Joe was leaning against the wall besides the steps
watching me as I became aware of him.

"Let's stay outside for a minute," he said as I neared him and pushed off
the wall.  "We need to talk."  He took my arm and led me away from the
door.  We strolled towards the end of the wing, away from the people
entering the building.

I saw instantly that he was nervous and put my confession on the shelf for
a while.  "What's up?" I asked.

"You told your mom about us?  About us?"

"She saw us.  She saw me fucking you Saturday morning.  There wasn't a lot
to tell her about after that, Joe."

"Jeeus!  I'm dead!"

"We're okay.  She accepts it.  She just wants us to be careful."

He spun around to face me.  "Careful isn't the word I was thinking of!" he
hissed.

"What is?"

"If there is so much as a whisper about this, I get shipped off back to
Daddy's seminary.  The old fart who owned the house where Daddy lived when
he was there is a hell, fire, and brimstone kind of preacher.  Daddy says
he's even done a couple of exorcisms.  They used to threaten me with that
man when I was little.  Vic, they'd ship me off to live with that man if
this ever gets out!  I'd be doomed!"

 "So, we just don't do anything at your house.  And we stay away from
Clyde's-"

"We don't do anything - period.  Not any more.  I've been thinking about
this since right after church yesterday.  I really like what we've been
doing.  Somehow, I let Satan get to me there.  If I put myself in
temptation's way, he's going to have me bending over and taking it before I
even realize what's happening."

I stared at Joe Phillips.  I'd been wondering if we'd stopped being sex
buddies and become lovers when I wasn't looking.  I'd been worried that Joe
was going to freak because I'd got it on with one of the Weeks boys.
Instead of lovers versus sex buddies, I was being dropped.  I guessed that
meant I was available sex to him.  It sure didn't seem to matter now
whether I was taking dick up my butt or not.

"You're just going to end it?  Now?"  He nodded.  "What if I feel something
for you?" I asked, feeling lost.

"I like you too, Vic.  We're still going to be buddies.  We just aren't
going to get into a position again where Satan can make us anything else."

This didn't sound like the Joe Phillips I knew.  This wasn't an intelligent
boy standing in front of me, it was a fearful rabbit looking out from the
gopher hole it'd found just before the dog caught it.

I was being dropped, whether I wanted to be or not.  I realized it didn't
hurt and guessed that that answered my question about what Joe Phillips
meant to me.  Joe meant little more to me than Ronnie Varnadore had.  I had
used them - as they had me.  Joe and I were even, just as Ronnie and I
were.  They'd had their fun, and I'd had mine.  It just surprised me how
easy it came to an end.  A boy who broke off with a girl had the girl
throwing herself at him and making a fool out of herself.  Joe and I were
ended, and it hadn't come as a bang or a whimper.

I wondered why I'd been making such a big deal out of what Henry and I did.
It hadn't even mattered.  I also wondered in that second or two we stood
there facing each other and accepting that what we'd had together was ended
if I would ever find love as a queer.

I sighed and pushed my glasses up on my nose.  I knew where I was going to
be this afternoon - if I could find either of the Weeks boys.  "Okay, Joe.
That works for me, I guess," I told him and pivoted.  "See you."  I started
walking back towards the door into the building.

* * *

I rode in the back of the Weeks brothers' Impala and leant forward on the
seat between Henry and Jimmy as we headed towards Johnson Lake.  I'd spied
them both in the lunch room and asked for a ride home after school before
eating with my own crowd.

Elvis was singing his latest hit about blue suede shoes and, from behind
the wheel, Henry was going on about how he looked like he was fucking air
up on the stage.  I sniggered suddenly as an image of Elvis the Pelvis
naked, hard, and pound his big meat in an autonomous butt covered my mind's
eye.  The Weeks brothers chuckled right along with me when I told them.

"What singer would you like to get it on with if you could, Vic?" Jimmy
asked, turning to face me.

I knew he mean male singers and wanted to know who turned me on the most.
Who I'd have sex with if the opportunity presented itself.  I wasn't
embarrassed.  The Weeks boys knew what I wanted and I knew what they
wanted.  Though we'd not talked about it, we all knew what we'd soon be
doing.  I had an itch up my butt that wouldn't wait.

"Probably Pat Boone - he's good looking."

"You wouldn't want Elvis?" Henry asked.

"Naw."

"Why not?" Jimmy demanded with a twinkle in his eye.  "The girls wet
themselves just thinking about him getting into their panties."

"There's something about him.  I don't know-" I shrugged.  "Pat comes
across like you two - sorta nice, I mean.  I think he'd be fun to be with,
that there'd be more than just sex with him.  Elvis just strikes me as a
guy who'd want to go directly to the sex and then want you to leave when
he'd shot his load into you."

"What about Fabian?"

I grinned.  "He's cute."

Henry chuckled from behind the wheel.  "I'll bet that boy would squirm all
over your dick until you came in him.  You wouldn't even have to work at
getting off if you had him sitting on it."  Jimmy and I chuckled at his
appraisal.

We drove past the boat ramp, restaurant, and skating rink that comprised
the public area of the lake.  Henry slowed and turned onto the first
firebreak past the buildings and we moved slowly over the rutted sand back
towards the lake.  After we'd left the road, Jimmy toed his sneakers off
and lifted his butt off the seat as he unbuttoned his jeans.  "Let's get
naked, boys," he said.

I sat back on the seat, toe-ing off my sneakers and pulling my tee-shirt
out of my trousers.  I pulled my glasses off and, holding them over the
seat, asked Henry to put them on the dash so they'd be safe.  Then, I had
my shirt off and was wiggling out of my jeans.

"You're a hungry boy, Vic," Jimmy said and I looked up at him smiling back
at me.

"Yeah," I answered.  I had one leg crossed over the other and was pulling
the leg of my trousers over my foot.  My dick was hard in my briefs at the
thought of what was to come.  I wondered if the twins were exactly alike in
the dick department like they were everywhere else.  I couldn't wait to
find out.

Henry had slipped out of the car and I heard him rummaging around in the
trunk as I got my jeans off and lifted my fanny off the seat once more to
pull my briefs off.  Jimmy climbed out of the car just as I got my last
sock off and I saw his naked butt.  I licked my lips.

He turned to hold the seat for me and I was looking at his pole pointing
back at me as I slid across the seat towards the door.  It was exactly like
I remembered Henry's being yesterday, its skin pulled back over its knob
and bunching behind the corona.

Henry was spreading a blanket under the trees as I stepped out of the car.
"How does anybody ever really tell you two apart?" I asked as my fingers
cupped around Jimmy's dick.

Henry laughed and turned to face us.  "They don't.  They just have to take
our word as to who's who.  That bother you?"

"Naw," I said as I looked from one brother to the other and back again.
Without my glasses, Henry was blurry.  But, from what I could make out,
they were exactly alike.  Tight, hard bodies.  Cute faces.  Big dicks.
Nice butts.  Everything was the same.

I led Jimmy by his pole over to Henry and the blanket.  "You want yesterday
doubled?" Henry asked, his hand moving to caress my nearest buttcheek when
we were all standing together.

"That sounds nice," I said and cupped his dick with my free hand.

"Who goes where first then, Vic?" Jimmy asked.

I smiled, squeezed both poles, and let go.  I shut my eyes and twirled
around in place until I was disoriented.  Without opening my eyes, I sank
to the blanket.  "This is as fair as I can make it, boys.  This way I don't
know which of you is which.  Whichever one of you is closest to my front
lie down in front of me so I can taste you.  Whoever's behind me gets to
scratch the itch in my butt I can't reach."  I opened my eyes and watched
one of the twins lie down in front of me and spread his legs.  On my knees,
I climbed up between them until I could reach him.  His brother got between
my legs and I felt the blunt wide head of his knob spread my crack looking
for my backdoor.

My fingers closed around his brother's wide slab of meat and moved along
its shaft.  I watched as dickskin moved out and over the flange and spread
across the head to bunch up in a pinkish-beige depression over it.  Behind
me, the knob had found my hole and the twin there was lining himself up
with me.  I leant forward and brought the tip of my tongue to that
depression, beginning to worry its way inside.  And relaxed my butt
muscles.

The dick at my hole began to press against me and the twin's hands came up
to hold my hips.  The pressure built slowly.  The Weeks boy behind me
wasn't trying to rush it; he knew I was dry.  I relaxed further, knowing
that he knew what he was doing.

The tip of my tongue worked its way through the pressed skin covering the
dick in front of me and I relaxed my hold on the shaft so that the skin
wasn't so tight.  I skimmed around under the skin looking for the slit.
The twin under me moaned.

Behind me, my sphincter was stretching.  I reckoned half of the knob was
already inside me.  There was no pain and I was glad that he knew what he
was doing back there.  I jerked my hand down the shaft in front of me,
peeling skin off the head just in front of my lips as I started down on the
twin.

The knob behind me broke through the muscles in my butt and began to slide
up along my channel.  I swallowed the dick in front of me, all 9 inches of
it.  My hands moved up the twin's chest so my fingers could begin to play
with his nipples.

"Sweet Jesus!" Jimmy gasped.  "You're right, Henry!  He is good."  I buried
my nose in his pubes as his brother's 9 inches continued to slide into me,
taking possession of me.  I swallowed again, massaging his knob in my
throat.  Behind me, Henry's pubes reached the insides of my buttcheeks and
tickled them.

As Henry began to move inside me, the underside of his shaft and head
massaged my prostate.  Pleasure rippled up and down my chute, gripping at
his dick and massaging it.  Jimmy bucked up to meet my lips as they
descended his shaft and, when he fell back onto the blanket pulling almost
out of me, I tongued his knob.

I was past all thought; I was in hog's heaven.  My dick bounced and skimmed
across my belly, powered by Henry's thrusts.  His balls banged into mine.
I rode the growing pleasure in me across miles of endless ocean, giant
waves that only rose higher and higher in me.

My balls tightened and began to ride my shaft.  Henry's still crashed into
my thighs each time his dick dove into my depths.  I breathed through my
nose every time Jimmy's hips fell back on the blanket, pulling his thick
pole out of my windpipe.  My fingers twisted at his nipples harder as I was
pushed further into the dark, hot, pulsating pleasure coursing through me.
My very being existed only to come.

I began to shoot.  Henry slammed his dick into my guts one last time and
remained docked there for the duration.  Jimmy wasn't as lucky; I could
reach him.  My hands grabbed the mounds of his fanny and pulled him into
me.  I groaned and moaned, my throat squeezing the knob of his pole.  I
tried to pull away from Henry and then shove back along his rod, but his
hands on my hips held me.  Jimmy shot his load and I swallowed.  I jerked.
I convulsed.  I came like I had never come before.

When I thought everything had been wrung out of me that could be, Henry
began to move again, riding me hard.  Jimmy had already rolled away,
settling on the opposite end of the blanket from us.  I was shoved back
into the ocean of pleasure and was again shot into orbit.  Henry's rocket
pushed me closer and closer to the sun.  One second I was zonked, the next
I was soaring.

* * *

My head on Jimmy's belly, his half-hard dick pressed into my cheek.  I lay
panting and trying to pull what was left of me together.  I was covered
with sweat.  My hole felt like a freight train had passed through
it. Jimmy's hand tossled my hair and Henry was letting his meat wither
inside me.  I had never felt so good, so complete, in my life.

"I guess you do like dick," Jimmy said and I was able to nod weakly against
his belly.  "Henry said you did, but that was quite a show."

"We'd like to make it a regular thing, Vic," Henry offered from behind me
as he pulled his spent dick out of me.  "Us three, I mean."  He put his
hand on my fanny and massaged it.

"Yeah," Jimmy seconded the idea.

His hand on my butt felt good.  I wiggled it and smiled at both of them.

"Jimmy and I aren't into dick," Henry said, one of his fingers slipping
into my crack and tracing its floor down to my hole.  "We'll keep your
mouth and ass filled up and we'll even jack you off - but we don't do
anything else.  So, if you feel the need to top a guy, go ahead."

"Just don't start bottoming for everybody," Jimmy said.  "You end up like
Julian or Ronnie and everybody's going to know that you like dick."

"Yeah," Henry continued.  "The way it is we can go swimming with you, go to
the movies with you - even play tennis.  But you start getting the
reputation, even among our group out at Clyde's and we'll have to protect
ourselves from the fall out."

"And," Jimmy offered, "you need to stay away from doing anything with
anybody who isn't like us."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I mumbled.

"Look at Ronnie, Vic," Henry said.  "That piece of trash was beginning to
put the word out about you.  He was even telling Glenda Faye Woods about
you.  If Clyde hadn't shut him up, nobody would dare be seen with you, not
even the guys you know from Clyde's.  If you're going to fuck around with
the lower classes, make sure it's your dick in their butts, not the other
way around."

I nodded glumly.  I could understand their concern and accepted it as my
own.  Like mum said, I had to be careful.  The Weeks boys made a lot of
sense.  Besides, I was pretty sure they would be enough for me, unless I
got a real urge to fuck somebody - I was willing to bet Billy Lee would be
available if I needed that.

"You ready for Jimmy to show you everything I taught him?" Henry asked.

"You taught me?" Jimmy yelped.  "Butthole!"

I studied Henry with his hand on my butt.  "Are you going to expect me to
suck yours while he's driving?"

"You did his-"

"I know where yours has been.  Go clean it off if you want it in my mouth."