Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 07:33:10 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Re: Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXXVI

Growing Up Sexual - by Dave MacMillan

These introductory comments are for my American readers.

The presidential election is less than a month away.  There are only two
men who have any chance of winning that election - Al Gore or George Bush.
Nader is a spoiler, nothing else.  Al is a bit flawed and definitely
boring.  George has as his senior political advisor Ralph Reed, the cute,
friendly, boyish former head of the Christian Coalition (and Pat
Robertson's Josef Goebbels).

Al Gore, however, does have the training to step in directly to lead the
strongest, longest streak of economic growth that any economy in recorded
history has ever shown.  He supports gay/lesbian rights to legal equality.
And, so far, we haven't seen him play dirty in this election.

George, on the other hand carries with him the personal support of Pat
Robertson and the Christian Coalition.  We have had the chance to see him
turn to the preacher/wannabe fuehrer to pull his nuts out of the fire after
his substantial loss in NH (Robertson and the religious right started a
rumour campaign against McCain in SC that included telling people that
McCain had a bi-racial child <he has a Vietnamese adopted daughter>).  The
Robertson effort was very under the radar and very effective among the
less-educated voters who make up his neo-fascist movement and the
Republican party in the South.

This election is important on a number of fronts - do you want an economy
that continues to grow or one that is thrown back into the grow and burst
cycle that Bush's dad and Ronnie the B-movie actor gave us?  Do you want up
to 3 supreme court judges appointed in the next 4 years who will make
decisions on gay rights, women's reproductive rights, guns, hate crime
legislation, etc, based on law or on what Pat Robertson says are his
conversations with God?  Do you want gay acceptance (legal and social) to
continue to spread or do you want that acceptance rejected on the federal
level?  Do you want federal officials appointed who are favourable to the
law or who are intolerant, close-minded bigots?

If you vote for Bush, stay home or vote for Nader, you effectively vote for
Bush and the Robertson agenda for America.  You'll have yourself to blame
for the first recession to hit America in 8+ years, you'll have yourself to
blame for the increasingly anti-gay stance that will take over the federal
government.  And you'll be able to blame yourself for the return of the
American decline that started with Vietnam and continued through 1992.
That decline has been arrested for the past 8 years but George Bush is
guaranteed to start the country spiralling downwards again with more poorly
educated Americans with a federal government that is underfunded because of
his tax cuts and with spiralling inflation because of the federal debt.

If you vote for Gore, America has a chance to enter the 21st century still
growing, vibrant, and better educated than it has been for 25 or more
years.  And you'll hopefully have broken the back of christian fascism.

Unfortunately, I'm not an American citizen - I can't vote.  Fortunately, my
passport isn't American - I can leave before George opens the door for Pat.

VOTE NOV 7!!!!!  The future you're voting for is your own.

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Chapter 36


Richard Lee lay on his bed, on his stomach, and tried to will his hard-on
away.  It just pressed against his belly, hot and thick and hard.  He
flipped over and stared through the dimness at the tent in his sheet.  "I
don't want to be queer!" he growled to himself.  The tent over his groin
flexed and grew larger.

It seemed to him that he could still feel Cary's dick moving in his butt
that afternoon after school, rubbing his lovenut with each thrust.

Before he knew it, his right hand had slipped under the sheet and its
fingers were stroking the underside of the hard tube of his meat through
his briefs.  Sighing, Richard moved his other hand under the cover.  He
lifted his fanny off the bed and pushed his underwear down to his knees.
The fingers of his right hand moved quickly up his leg and wrapped
themselves around his pole.

How in the hell had little 12 year old Cary Stokes found out about that
damned movie anyway?  Him or his brother Clem?  That had been almost three
years ago.  Nobody in Soul knew about it - just Billy and Vic.  But they
were both queer, they liked dick pounding their butts.  He sure had fucked
them both enough over the past two years.

Only, now he was the queer.  He'd been fucked every day for the last month.
By Cary's little 5-inch dick.

If he was going to bend over for somebody, why couldn't it be Vic Howell
doing the honors?  At least, Vic had a good sized one.  Or even Billy?
After all, he and Billy were brothers - only Vic had a bigger dick.  And -
well ... Richard had found himself drawn to the Howell boy a lot since Cary
got him to bend over that first time a month ago.

He wished Billy was home.  His brother would be relief so he could go to
sleep.  Only, he'd been putting Billy off more and more the past month and
cut him off completely the last week.  Fucking Billy had been all right as
long it was just relief for both of them.  It'd started feeling strange
when Richard realized that he really liked to get buttfucked.  The part of
him that didn't want his brother to know that Richard was just as queer as
he was took over then, and he'd cut him off.

* * *

A month ago, Clem had waddled over to his locker while Richard was putting
away his books and told him that Cary wanted him to come over that
afternoon.

God! But Clem was fat!  His gut was so big it hid his dick when he was
standing up.  He was Richard's and Billy's age, but Clem came with his
little brother.  They were a package.  And Richard Lee didn't see how he
could say no, not if he ever wanted to show his face in Soul again.  Cary
had made that plain that first time.

"Cary?" Richard asked, turning to look at the fat boy.

"My little brother."  Clem's smiling face reminded Richard of a pig's.

"I've got plans to do something with Billy - maybe tomorrow?"

"Get out of it.  It's got to be this afternoon.  We'll expect you over at
the house by four."

Clem's and Cary's father was a building contractor.  He was from Macon but
had somehow met his wife and settled down in Soul.  Their mother was first
cousin to Richard's mother.  The Stokeses were the same class as the rest
of Richard's friends.  Richard and Billy had played with Clem when they
were young.  But Clem was asthmatic and spoiled rotten.  And he got fatter
and fatter.  By the time they were 9 and 10, Clem was a loner, more or less
ignored by the other boys.

"Why should I come?" Richard growled.  He didn't like taking orders from
anybody, but Clem issuing them really grated on his nerves.

Clem leant closer, his fat lips almost touching Richard's ear.  "We found a
dirty movie in Macon last time we were there - one that has you in it."

Richard felt the blood leak out of his face.  He felt cold.  And weak.  He
gripped the door of his locker and stared at its inside.  "I'll be at your
house," he said, his voice a croaking whisper.

Cary met him at the door.  The boy was better looking than his older
brother and slim.  He looked normal, except for the wicked grin that
covered his face.  "Richard!  I'm glad you decided to come-"

"What's this that Clem was talking about?  Something about a movie-?"
Richard had decided to brazen it out.  There just was no way a 12 or 14
year old would ever have seen the sex movie that preacher in Atlanta had
got him and his friends to make.

"Come on in," Cary told him.  "We'll go up to the room and I'll show you."
His grin grew wider and Richard decided it was pure evil.  "I found it so
interesting."

"You've got it here?" Richard gasped.  Cary nodded, never dropping his
smile.  "What's it about?"  He stepped into the Stokes' large
single-storey, brick house.

Cary shut the door behind him.  "You and 5 other boys sure seemed to be
having fun together.  I sorta think that I know two of them - your brother
Billy and that Vic Howell across town - but two of the other three I didn't
recognize at all.  You came through real clear, Cuz - I recognized you
immediately."

Richard Lee gulped.  It sure sounded like they'd somehow found the evidence
of the preacher's Thanksgiving Retreat all right.  But how?  He followed
after Cary feeling like a condemned man on his way to the chair.

He entered the bedroom and Cary closed the door after him.  Clem sat on the
bed, his hand on the switch of a small projector.  It took Richard a moment
to realize Clem was naked.

"This is some hot shit you're into," Clem said as Cary crossed the room and
pulled the blinds.  He laughed and his whole body quaked.  "I didn't think
you went that way.  Billy I'd have believed in a heartbeat, but you-" He
shrugged and his tits jiggled.  "Well, seeing sure was believing."

Richard looked from Clem to the smaller Cary.  He gulped.  "What do you
boys think-?"

Cary pulled his tee-shirt out of his jeans.  "I get so hot watching you
getting cornholed, Richard," he said and toed off his sneakers.  "I think
you have the nicest butt I've ever seen."

Clem snorted.  "The kid has watched this movie so many times he knows every
time you take a dick."

Cary quickly pulled his tee-shirt over his head as he toed his sneakers
off.  "Start it up," he told his older brother and crossed the room to
stand beside Richard again.  "Get naked, Cuz.  I want to see you in the
all-together for real."  He chuckled.  "We'll be able to compare the real
you with the movie star you - how old were you when you made this movie,
Richard?"

"About your age," he answered absently, trying to think of a way out of
whatever the Stokes boys had planned for him.

Cary stared at him.  "My age?" he groaned.  "You sure had a mean-ass big
dick then - has it grown any?"

"Enough, I reckon."

"We'll be able to see just as soon as you get out of those clothes-" When
Richard still had not started to shed his clothes, Cary told him: "Come on,
boy, get naked!  Mom'll be home in an hour, and we sure want to be through
by then."

On the sheet tacked on the wall above Cary's desk, the 8-mm film began.  In
moments, Richard was staring at himself staring at the camera.  He was
naked and the boy from Atlanta had just eased his whole dick into his hole.
He could see his hard-on jutting straight out under his belly.

"Get naked - now!" Cary growled.

Reluctantly, Richard toed off his loafers and pulled his tee-shirt out of
his shorts.  He watched the Atlantan begin to move inside him, making his
dick bounce and slide across his stomach with each thrust.  Beside him,
Cary opened his jeans and pushed them over his hips to stand there in just
his briefs.  Richard could see that he was hard and took a deep breath
before pulling the shirt over his head.  He stood before the Stokes boys in
just his shorts and underwear.  "Get it off - now!" Cary hissed from beside
him.

Richard hoped that his second cousins just wanted to see him naked, but he
knew better.  On the screen, he was silently moaning as the Atlantan
speeded up the tempo of their fuck.  He didn't want to think about fat Clem
getting behind him.  He didn't want to think about the kid humping him
either.  Slowly, he unbuttoned his shorts and his fingers moved down to
unzip them.  He pushed them over his hips and they fell to the floor.  He
closed his eyes and pushed the briefs over his fanny.

"You aren't hard!" Cary groaned, peeking over Richard's elbow and breaking
into his attempt to think of anything other than the situation he was in.
"Fuck!  I thought you'd be hot to trot."  He grabbed Richard's elbow and
pulled him towards the bed.  "Lie down - across the bed, Richard.  Face
Clem."

Richard thought to protest but, on the screen, the first wad erupted out of
his dick for the camera as the Atlantan piledrived his ass hard.

He got on the bed as Cary started to push his briefs down.  A moment later,
felt Cary's hands spread his buttcheeks.  Clem stood up and came to stand
in front of him.  He saw the older Stokes boy's dick then, hard and
pointing out at him.

Clem's pole was short, shorter than Billy's - but thick.  Almost as if it
was as fat as the rest of him was.  His foreskin was only pulled halfway
back over his dickhead.  Richard knew a lot of the boys in Soul weren't
circumcised; he'd seen skin-covered dicks in the showers at school as well
as at his Thanksgiving party when most of the boys he knew were naked and
waiting their turns to dick Glenda Faye Woods.  But Clem's was the first
one he'd seen up close.

He was both intrigued and repelled.  His second cousin was fat.  Clem's
belly pushed out and sort of drooped into an overhang over the whole length
of his dick.  His hips were wide.  His pecs hung down to make breasts like
a woman's.  His whole body was distorted and sorta gross - like the
pictures of naked Polynesian women he'd recently seen in National
Geographic.  But he couldn't help wondering how a boy beat his meat with
all that extra skin.  Clem moved closer, his dick inches from Richard's
face.

Richard jerked when he felt the hot, blunt head of Cary's dick slide across
his buttcheek.  It found his crack, spreading the two mounds of his fanny.
He looked over his shoulder to find the younger boy gazing down at his
butt, his hand on his dick and a finger sticking out to touch Richard's
buttcheek and guide his pole along the valley of his crack.

"Raise your butt a little, Cuz," Cary told him.

Richard hesitated and Cary slapped his cheek.  "Raise it, faggot!" he
growled.  Ashamed, Richard pushed his butt back towards the boy.  "That's
good.  Now, reach out and stroke Clem's meat for him."  Cary's dick moved
slowly through Richard's crack towards his hole as he reached out to wrap
his fingers around Clem's.

He felt the younger boy's pole find him and wedge itself against his
entrance.  He felt the fingers cross his cheek and move over his hip to
find his pubes.  "You ain't hard, Cuz," Cary grumbled as he pulled his hand
away and gripped Richard's hip.

"I-" Before he could say anymore, the younger boy humped his hips forward
hard.  Cary's dick pushed into Richard, slamming its way through his
sphincter before he could react.  "Jesus!" he yelped as a wall of pain that
crashed over him.  He felt Cary's hard groin pressing against his cheeks.
The pain began to ebb as he got used to the boy being inside him.  Cary's
hand returned to his dick and began to pull on it.

"Suck Clem while I buttfuck you, Richard," the boy told him.  "Let's all
have some fun."

On the screen, the Atlantan was coming in Richard's butt.  Cary began to
move inside him.  Clem inched closer and the head of his dick touched
Richard's lips.

Richard didn't resist.  He opened his mouth and let it in.  It didn't
matter.  Clem was watching him get fucked.  Sucking him off wasn't
anything.  Tears welled in his eyes as he took all of the fat boy down to
his pubes.

* * *

Richard stroked himself in the still darkness of his room.  In his mind, he
could feel Cary plowing his butt, their movements synchronized.  He could
taste Clem's pre-cum.  And, in his mind's eye, he could visualize Vic
Howell fucking Billy.  He could hear his brother's moans of pleasure, sound
just like the ones he was making.

* * *

After it started, Cary insisted that he come over every day after school.
It was always the same - he got naked and stretched across the boy's bed,
Cary got behind him and took him fast and hard, and he sucked Clem's dick.

Cary wanted Richard's butt for a full hour.  Even after he'd come, he
stayed hard and buried all the way in his older cousin.  Fifteen minutes
later, he was riding Richard's butt again.  Most of the time, Clem stayed
hard too with his pubes buried in Richard's nose.

He did learn that the Stokes boys had found the 8 mm reel in some things in
the back of a cousin's basement when they'd gone to Macon for Valentine's.
It'd belonged to one of their father's relatives who'd joined the army
right out of high school and had died in the Beirut barracks bombing 5
months later.  Richard figured it was probably the boy he'd met at the
preacher's camp and who'd fucked him, Billy, and Vic in the film along with
the boys from Atlanta.

He'd started getting hard when Cary fucked him after the first week.  Cary
was happy for him.  He'd shot his first load a week ago.  No hands, Cary
holding his hips and pounding his little weiner in and out of him, and him
holding on to Clem while he bobbed on him.

That was when he knew he was just as queer as Billy and Vic.  He didn't
like it, but he was cumming every other time his little cousin shot his
load inside him.

He'd spent the last 2 years, almost 3, trying to prove to himself that that
Thanksgiving Retreat movie didn't mean anything.  He was still a virgin
with girls, but it wasn't for trying.  Except for Glenda Faye.  If a good
girl went out with him, he'd promised her that he would keep his hands to
himself.  Most of the time, he'd had to promise her older brother the same
thing.  He'd done everything a boy could not to be queer.

He was right back to knowing that he was - when he'd understood that Billy
and Vic were that Thanksgiving.

He was getting close and all he could think of was Vic Howell's big-assed
dick and how much he wanted it in him.

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