Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2000 21:55:59 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: growing up sexual - chapter XXXIV

GROWING UP SEXUAL by Dave MacMillan

E=MC squared - recognise it?  Einstein's deceptive little formula for the
speed or light - or something.  That's how things are supposed to be in the
great cyber-revolution.  Yeah ... And I have a bridge in Brooklyn to sell -
cheap.

In scifi, a cute little colliary to Einstein's thesis is that time will
actually slow down for the mass reaching light speed.  I'd like to add my
own little subscript to Doktor Einstein's theory - WHEN you add banks and
their agents to the internet that YOU do slow down to a snail's crawl.
It's the old "how do you fuck up a wet dream" syndrome.  They require that
bank executive wannabes pass that course on the graduate level before
earning their MBAs.

The long and short of it is that, though I had the text for my website in
the hands of the 2nd webmaster a fortnight ago and I rang the bank agent 10
days ago with my credit info, I WON'T be able to process secure credit card
transactions until Monday, the 19th.  The webmaster is prodding right along
(I have a base website now - slowly but surely it's coming together; it's
the bank/agent that is showing me how really effective heels are when used
as brakes.  I'm beginning to think that this bank is a sumo wrestler in
another life - a big-assed mother, you know?  The URL to my website is
http://www.geocities.com/macmillanbooks/.  Please realise, though, that you
can't order from the site with your credit card yet.  Realise, too, that
we're still touching the thing up - so, it's not going to look finished
... yet.

Of course, if there's anything that catches your eye, you can order through
the post - but the USPS in South Carolina will not deliver in-country post
in less than 5 days or foreign mail in less than 20 days (and I don't have
a merchant's acct to handle credit cards for e-book purchases yet.  I do
understand the postal system in Burma is worse than South Carolina's -
maybe Burundi's and Sierra Leon's as well.  Oh, well ... When you're
fucked, you're fucked.

Anyway, I hope to have the bloody website operating so anyone can give
their friends and loved ones a lovely e-book by X-mas.  Please bear with
me.  Please order from me too - as the bank wants all my limbs, both
testicles, and my first born for all the wonderful things they're doing for
me in "helping" to set this up.  I'm not sure yet which head it is that
they're demanding in addition to the above, though - legal North American
Standard is excruciatingly inexplicit Dave

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Chapter XXXIV


Their parents were gone for the weekend, and Lindy Bennett lay spooned in
front of his brother in his bed.  Broughton's dick was still hard and
filling him up.  Lindy smiled to himself and snuggled closer to his
brother, wiggling his butt as he did so.  Broughton snorted softly and
Lindy knew his older brother was too close to sleep to really get into
another fuck.  His fingers went around his own hard pole, and he allowed
himself to drift into a dream where Broughton was working his butt well and
never stopped.

He could still feel his big brother's tool in his ass as he stood over the
toilet and pissed through his erection.  The memory of Broughton's dick in
him.  Broughton was still sawing logs back in bed while he was bent over
the toilet trying to relieve himself through a piss-hard-on.

It'd been almost a year now since he had learned that he liked dick.  Lindy
was still surprised at just how much he did like it - especially
Broughton's.  The thing was just so fucking big - the knob was.  It filled
him up, stretching him good.  He KNEW that he'd been fucked after his
brother was through with him.

He was queer all right; and knowing it no longer bothered him like it had
when Joe Phillips had pulled him kicking and screaming into self-awareness
back before school started.  He chuckled.  If it hadn't been for Joe, he'd
probably be trying to score some girl and have blue balls to show for it.
And he'd never have found out just how much he loved Broughton.

He'd enjoyed Joe.  At least, the preacher's boy had kept him satisfied with
that thick pole of his.  But he'd always been uncomfortable around Joe too.
He'd never know when the boy was going to push him into doing something
outlandish.  He'd been scary even.  Hell!  Everything sexual that Joe
Phillips thought of for them to do was dangerous, leaving Lindy Bennett
exposed to anyone who just happened to look.  Fortunately, nobody had
looked.  But if he and Joe had continued on, it would have only been a
matter of time before he was exposed as Soul's queerboy.

Joe was always the fucker too.  There'd never been a trade-off with him -
it had always been one way only.  And it hadn't been like it was between
him and Broughton.  Joe hadn't loved him - or even cared much for him.  It
was Lindy Bennett who dropped to his knees or bent over in front of Joe
Phillips.  The only time that he'd ever had Joe was that time in September
that Clyde put a stop to what the preacher's boy was doing.  He'd fucked
Joe then.  Just like the others had.  That had shut Joe Phillips up good.
It had also given Lindy his brother as a lover, and he was damned glad to
have him.

He'd figured that Joe and Vic Howell were teamed up now.  Broughton was
pretty sure that they were doing it.  He hoped that Vic wasn't being pulled
kicking and screaming into Joe's schemes like he had been.  He had to
admit, however, that the two boys were sure quiet about what they were
doing - just like he and Broughton were.  Maybe Clyde's little lesson back
in September had made Joe grow up.

Shaking the last drops of piss from his deflating pole, Lindy wondered how
Vic was doing.  It'd been a while since he and Broughton had got together
with the boy.  Vic was good fun.  He went both ways, like Broughton did.
Only, he seemed to like lying back and getting a good fuck more than he did
giving one.

Vic had a pretty dick.  It was circumcised like his and Broughton's.  It
was almost as big as Broughton's too.  And it felt good - the boy knew how
to use it.  His meat twitched at the thought.  Maybe they should invite him
over to spend the night while the parents were out of town.  He grinned as
he imagined where that would lead as he flushed the toilet.

As he started back towards the bedroom, Lindy Bennett just wished he could
somehow grow another couple of inches down there.  He didn't have to be as
big as Broughton, or even Vic.  It was just that 5 inches was - well -
small.

It didn't matter really - not usually.  Normally, he was taking Broughton's
big knobbed dick up his butt.  Then, it didn't matter how big or small he
was.  He was just beating his meat while his brother pounded his butt - and
shooting off from what Broughton was doing to him.

Only, sometimes, Broughton wanted to get fucked.  Lindy would like to have
those extra couple of inches then - so he could show his big brother an
even better time than he did.

He wrapped his fingers around his meat and felt it jerk into hardness.  He
looked down at his dick and chuckled as he wondered if Broughton would like
some of it.  It'd been almost two-weeks since the last time he fucked him.
"Yeah," he moaned softly as he stroked himself once.  "That'd be nice-" He
felt the itch up his butt then.  "But only if he's going to give me his
afterwards," he added with his next breath.

He stopped in the doorway, holding his hard dick and just studying his
older brother sprawled across the bed.  Broughton had moved onto his
stomach and buried his face deeper into the pillows.  His butt looked like
two large melons and his legs were spread so wide Lindy was sure he could
drive a car right up to his entrance.  Broughton was damned inviting, lying
like that.  Lindy's dick throbbed eagerly in his fist.

He approached the bed slowly, running his thumbnail gently over his
bell-end to the flange and back.  His knee went up on the bed, between
Broughton's spread legs.  His hand left his dick and moved to the mattress
to support his climbing onto the bed.  The fingers of his other hand found
his brother's buttcheeks and began to knead them.

As he began to wake, Broughton moaned softly and ground his butt against
the fingers working it.  Lindy brought his other hand over and took a cheek
in each hand, beginning to work them together.  Broughton wiggled his fanny
and looked over his shoulder.  "Give it to me, sugar," he told his brother.

"Let me get some of the greasy kid stuff then."

"No," Broughton growled, lifting his butt higher.  "Just slide it in.
It'll be okay."

Lindy studied his brother for a moment, his hands still kneading his
buttcheeks.  "Won't that hurt?"

"Not much.  Not for long.  I want you in me.  Now."

"Lift up then."

"Just lie on top of me, sugar.  Broughton wiggled his fanny again. "We'll
have enough of you in me to make me feel good."

Lindy leaned over his brother and lowered himself onto the bigger boy's
back, his dick in the small of Broughton's back and his balls pressed
against the upward slope of his buttcheeks.  He moved closer and caught his
brother's earlobe between his teeth and began to nibble gently.

Broughton turned his head more and Lindy's lips trailed out along his jaw
line to his lips.  "I love you, Broughton," he mumbled just before he
brought his lips down to touch his older brother's.

Broughton lifted off the bed slightly, raising his upper body without
breaking their kiss, until Lindy's dick was riding the valley between his
cheeks.  He reached between his leg and stretched until he found his little
brother's hard pole.  He brought it over his right globe until its knob was
touching the back of his ballsac.  Shifting slightly, he guided it back
until it was wedged against his hole.  They were both kneeling then.  His
hands went to Lindy's fanny then as he pushed himself against the younger
boy's meat.

He groaned as the knob popped through his sphincter.  Lindy's arms went
around his brother's chest and pulled him tight while Broughton's hands on
the boy's ass pulled him deeper into him.

It felt so good.  Even that initial pain of Lindy's entry.  He kept
forgetting about it - but Lindy was almost always angling to him inside
him.  That felt good too.  Better than fucking a girl did.  And he loved
Lindy.  He just wished there was more trade-off between them.  Because a
hard dick plowing his ass was just the best thing he'd ever felt.

Broughton had Vic Howell to thank for teaching him that.  For showing him
that he was just as queer as Vic was.  That was before he knew that Lindy
was getting cornholed regularly.  Before he found out just how much his
little brother really meant to him.

Lindy began to move in him.  Just a little at first.  His knob moving back
and forth over his prostate, massaging it.  Broughton stopped thinking.  It
was feel good time.  He slammed his butt back on Lindy's dick as it pulled
through his lovechute.

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Sorry, lads.  It was a short one this time.  It just felt right to end it
where I did.  Stay tuned.  There should be more for you to sink your teeth
into a fortnight from now.  Until then, drop over at scifi/fantasy, and
become acquainted with Prince Karl von Muribor when he's not shagging Joe
McCarthy (a Ralph Reed-think alike) or making love to Emil and Tom.  He
promises me that he won't bite a one of you.  Dave