Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:18:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Society of Sextus 4

This story is fiction for adults.  Any resemblance to real persons or
events is purely coincidental.  This story also features a variety of
explicit sexual activity, so if such offends you or you are underage,
please move on.  Feedback is appreciated.  macoutmann@yahoo.com


			   THE SOCIETY OF SEXTUS

			      by Macout Mann

			 IV:  Sid becomes a Sextus


Sid continues:


I guess I was getting used to all the weird shit that was happening.  It
was four down and two to go in the Obedience trials.  I was finished with
the Virility test.  There was still Bravery, but for some reason I wasn't
as hung up about that as about the two remaining times I was goanna have to
suck some dude's dick.

Ginger had been invited to a party and asked me to be her date.  I figured
that they wouldn't make me get on my knees in front of a bunch of girls and
guys, but I couldn't be sure.  The party was in the parish hall of a
fucking Catholic Church, so that made me feel a little better.

After it was over three of us couples were walking down the street.  We
were joking around about this and that, when without warning one of the
guys opens his fly and says, "Hello, knave, suck this."  Goddam!  With
three gals and another dude watching I get on my knees.  It was dark, but
there was enough light for everybody to see what was going on.  One of the
girls said, "Oh I just love to watch guys give head, don't you?"

"Yes," the second one giggled, "and they do it so much better than we do."

"But a boy can still eat pussy better than girls can," the first girl
answered.  "I can't figure out why that is."

Meanwhile, as humiliated as I was, I was blowing this dude like an expert.
I had him moaning and almost yelling, "Yeah, knave, suck that
motherfucker!"

He shot jet after jet into my mouth.  I'd got to the point I really liked
the taste.

Then he zipped up and the six of us continued down the street like nothing
had happened.  I was beginning to think nothing had.


The following Friday after P.E. I showered.  You couldn't take a long
shower, because after about two minutes the water got cold.  I wrapped
myself in my towel and was headed to my locker, when the coach called me.
Asked me something that he should've already known the answer to, like how
many pushups I'd done.  I answered him and headed back to my locker.  The
guys in my gym class were all gone by now, and the next period was a lunch
period and there wasn't a P.E. class.  But I'll swear, every Sextus in the
whole fucking school had to be in the locker room.  This scrawny little
sophomore, butt naked, walks up and yanks my towel off me.  Then—you
guessed it—he says, "Hello knave, suck this."  And goddam it, I figure
he's got the biggest dick I'd ever seen.

Well, this is number six.  So I tasted his tool, while all these guys
looked on, and I gotta say I relished the precum that flowed from it.
Shit, it didn't matter who was watching anymore.  As I swallowed his cum,
everybody clapped.  And then I looked up and realized the whole thing had
been filmed.  "What the hell?" I cried.

It was Jett at my ear who said, "Don't panic.  All of us are in the movies.
Makes sure we stay obedient and don't talk outa turn.  A little insurance
policy."

The room emptied quickly, as Jett continued.  "But you're one step closer
to having your virgin, Sid.  Just Bravery left.  And that'll be at the
club's next meeting."


I had never been inside the clubhouse.  Only members were allowed, except
once a year, when members' parents were invited for an open house.  And
since all the members were "underprivileged" or "disadvantaged," not too
many parents showed up for those.  Everybody knew that it had a super
well-equipped gym inside, but that was it, as far as the public was
concerned.  It was windowless.  Looked like a tomb from the outside.  But
now I was to be given a tour by Carl, the Sextus president.

I met him at the door after school on Monday.  The outside was concrete
blocks.  But inside it was really nice.  There was a gym and a swimming
pool with two locker rooms to preserve the myth that it mattered where boys
and girls undressed or dressed.  There was a small medical facility, in
case there was an accident.  A nice library.  Small offices for the
president, secretary, and treasurer, and a larger one for the caretaker,
who, of course, had been a Sextus.  Carl introduced me to him.  His name
was Abel.  And after he showed me all the facilities, Carl led me into the
library.  He put his arm around me and explained that at meetings, which
were held in the gym, all the members were naked.  They were seated as
couples, assigned so that each guy was with a different girl each meeting.
Dr. Ransom and his nurse also were there.  There was a business meeting,
and then a program was put on by members assigned to do so.  And then
everybody could have fun.  If there was an initiation, it took the place of
the usual program.

"So next week, Carl said, you will be kept here in the library until the
business meeting is over.  Then you will be brought in, given your knife,
introduced to the group and to the guy you'll be fighting.  He'll be your
size, but probably a year or so older.  You'll fight.  I'll be the ref.
When blood is drawn by either of you, I'll stop the fight.  Usually, the
doctor can put on a little dressing and we can go on.  If you are the one
that's cut and you'll be in pain, if we go on, we'll postpone your
initiation to the next meeting.  Usually we can go on, regardless of who
gets cut.

"And then, the virgin that will become a Sextus with you will be brought
in. I'll administer the Sextus oath to both of you, and then you will no
longer be a knave but a Sextus, and you will take your virgin.  Now all the
virgins are anxious to be fucked.  Six Sextus have prepared them.  They
will have done everything but be penetrated.  So what you will need to do
is to use the foreplay routine on her that you've been taught, and she
won't be able to wait to have her cherry busted.  The lights will be dim,
so you shouldn't have a problem having fifty people watching you have sex.
You'll get used to that pretty quick anyway.

"So, you understand what's going to happen?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I can't wait."

"And you know something, Sid?  You're one sexy boy.  I can't wait either."

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled my t shirt over my head.  I
was immediately on auto pilot.  I responded in kind.  Soon both of us were
naked and fondling and kissing each other's bodies.  He took my hard dick
in his mouth.  After a minute or so I did the same to him without giving it
a second thought.  It was the first time I gave in completely to the idea
of sex with another dude.  I think I'd have let him have my ass, if he'd
asked.  We took turns passionately eating each other's dick.

After we'd both climaxed, he said that wasn't supposed to happen.  He'd got
carried away.  I said I guess I did too.  Then he gave me two books to
read.  One said "SEXTUS, Constitution and Bylaws."  The other said "SEXTUS,
Member Guidelines and Regulations."

"The Guidelines and Regulations is never to leave this room," he warned,
"but you need to know them practically by heart.  So I'm goanna take off
now, but you go ahead and study.  Let Abel know when you're ready to leave
and he'll let you out."

I looked at the Constitution and Bylaws.  Nothing interesting there.  But
the Guidelines and Regulations were something else.  I got a hardon just
reading them.  It said that when any member wanted another member they were
to say "Sextus, I need you."  And as soon as possible the other member was
to submit, wherever they were.  The only exceptions were if a gal was on
the rag or if the request was for same sex activity and the other person
wasn't into that.  The other person had to have registered with the
custodian that he or she didn't want to do homosexual shit, though.  They
couldn't just do same sex if they were in the mood.

Another rule was that after an initiation, members had to give the guys
that had prepared the virgin two weeks to finally have sex with her, before
other members could take her.  I guess that was only fair.

Carl was right.  A guy really had to know what the rules were.  There were
special rules for anal sex, both with guys and gals.  There were rules
about keeping records of who you had sex with in case of VD, and even about
missed periods and abortions in case of pregnancy.  Sextus had no use for
birth control.



The night finally arrived for my last test and hopefully our admission.

I was led out into the middle of the gym.  All around pillows and blankets
had been spread.  On one side there was a lectern, where Carl was running
things.  Everywhere you looked were naked bodies in one stage of making out
or another.  In the middle was a dude I'd never seen before, well built and
about my size.

Carl introduced me and said I had passed all the tests of admission, except
for Bravery.  Said to fight fair and go at it.  Of course, nobody'd told me
what fair was.  But we went at it, both trying to deflect the other guys
knife with our free arm and trying to avoid being hit by jumping one way or
another. It wasn't long, though, before I got a lucky slice across his
right pec.  Just broke the skin, but cut deep enough to make a line of red
appear, and the fight was stopped.  I was declared the winner and the
doctor stuck a Band-aid on the other boy's chest.

My virgin was brought out.  She had a cloak on that covered her body
completely.  Carl made us swear that we would obey the rules of Sextus, not
tell any of the secrets of the society, all that kind of shit, then
announced that I was no longer a knave, and that we were both full members
of the Society of Sextus.  A gal—I guessed right that she was Carl's
partner for the evening—came over, and as my partner faced me, took off
her cloak and revealed her unfucked body to all of us.  She was pretty, not
gorgeous, with auburn hair and dark eyes, about 5'5" with nice tits and a
nice flat stomach.

I walked up to her, took her in my arms and kissed her.  I was surprised.
She almost gobbled up my tongue.  She'd been prepared, all right.
Everybody in the room was staring at us as we sank down on the rug.  I
tongued her ear.  I nibbled her shoulders.  I played with her
still-maturing breasts and gently bit on her nipples.  I kissed her body
from her neck to her gut, maneuvering so that as I licked her navel, her
bush was brushing my forehead.  She was moaning softly.  "Oh, I can't
wait," she whispered.  I continued, finally attacking her clit with my lips
and running my tongue in and out of her virgin pussy.  She responded by
taking my dick into her hot, wet mouth.  I knew the time had come.  I
vaulted over her and impaled her with my rigid dick.  "Oh, yes!" she cried.
There was a smattering of applause from the onlookers.  Again I was on
auto-pilot.  I fucked her like I'd never screwed any other gal.  I was in
fucking heaven.  As she spasmed beneath me, I could tell that she had no
regrets about having my dick deep within her.  "It's better than I ever
dreamed it would be," she panted.  I made it last as long as I could and
finally dropped a huge load into her previously unused vagina.

As I pulled out, there was a burst of applause.  And then, as I looked
around the room, I saw just about every couple was doing what we had just
done.

"My name is Sid," I told her.  "Martha," she replied.  "Thanks.  I wanted
that so much."


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