Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 16:07:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Society of Sextus - Conclusion

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



			   THE SOCIETY OF SEXTUS

			      by Macout Mann

			   V:  After Initiation



Me and Sid continued to roll across the country.  I had a perpetual hardon
as he described all the events leading up to his getting a dick tattooed on
his hand.  But that wasn't the end.  He continued with his tale:


So now I was a Sextus.  The next day I was sent to a tattoo parlor.  I had
learned that in addition to the Sextus recognition symbol, I was to get
something "sexy" inked someplace where it wouldn't show, unless I was
naked.  I'd seen some of `em.  One dude had "Suck or get fucked" just above
his pubes.  One had , "Eat me baby" high up on his thigh.  I decided on
this one, "If you're close enough to read this, you should be sucking my
dick instead."  It got a lotta laughs.  Still does.

I could've said I didn't wanna fuck around with other guys.  I'da had to
register that with the caretaker.  You couldn't just switch on and off.
Dr. Ransom was the first man that'd ever messed with me, and I was pretty
freaked; but my experience with Carl convinced me I'd never turn down the
chance to play with another dude.  And it was funny. The program at the
very next meeting was about how dudes fuck each other.  This gal explained
techniques, while two guys demonstrated.  Shit, man!  It was really weird
laying up on a pillow playing with a gals twat and feeling her playing with
your dick while you watched a guy taking it up the ass from another dude at
the same time...


Of course, after the two weeks I got back with Martha.  All six of the guys
that had prepared her had fucked her by then, but she said her losing her
cherry to me was best.  I realized it was the thrill of getting it on for
the first time.  I'll always remember my first time.  Little gal in our
building.  How can you ever forget that?  I think Martha enjoyed me the
second time just about as much, though.

And I'd been pretty busy.  Several gals had pulled the "Sextus, I need you"
routine on me.  They said they were impressed with my initiation
performance.  I was happy to oblige.  Even fucked one of `em in a broom
closet at school.


One thing I didn't know about.  Dr. Ransom twice a year had every Sextus
dude along with his virgin to dinner.  Man, the food was like nothing you'd
ever tasted before.  He had this guy he called his manservant that cooked
the meal and served it.  Like so much else about Ransom that was weird, the
manservant served the dinner naked, while the three of us were fully
dressed.

But then me and Martha and the doc went to this bedroom.  It had mirrors on
the ceiling and the walls, everywhere except where the window was.  The
window had heavy drapes on it.  But even the doors were mirrors.  We all
stripped.  The doctor would explain some shit about sex we wouldn't have
dreamed about otherwise.  Then me and Martha would try it out.  After I'd
pulled out, Dr. Ransom always ate her out, drinking her and my juices, and
then he'd go down on me, while Martha watched.  I could always get it up
again.  We learned a lot, but I think the doc always got the best end of
the deal.


I got to enjoy all the good things we did.  Four or five of us guys were
assigned to help these orphan kids that'd never done any sports.  No sex
involved.  But it was great letting them experience play for the first
time.  Of course the sex with other Sextus was always great.  (I learned
that Sextus was a "fourth declension noun" in Latin, and the plural and
singular was the same).  Shit, I fucked every one of the Sextus gals more
often than could count before I got to be nineteen.  And hooked up with
most of the guys too.


And I really got off doing the Obedience tests.  Showing a fourteen or
fifteen year old dude your dick and saying "Suck this" gives you such a
feeling of power, especially with the others watching.  Funny, though.
Some of these kids had already had sex with guys and having to suck you
didn't faze them any.  Others were so totally hung up they were almost
crying, especially when they didn't know somebody else wasn't going to
catch us.


But, Jeff, you know something?  The most thrilling things I ever got to do
was to prepare the virgins.  Hard to believe that you get off on gals you
can't fuck.  Now, a lot of the virgins were younger sisters of members.
All of them were virgins, but some knew well enough what was going on.
Maybe they'd been eaten out, even, but still had their hymen in tact.  Some
were a whole lot more naïve.

Anyhow, the job of the first of the six guys preparing them was just to
accustom them to nakedness.  Without frightening them, he undressed them
and got them to undress him.  He showed them that being naked was no big
thing.

The second guy introduced her to the pleasures of having somebody feel up
her body, let her get used to all those great erotic sensations.  The third
guy taught her to do the same to him.  And so it went, until the sixth guy
kissed her all over and ate her out to the point that she couldn't wait to
be fucked, but then told her she had to wait for the night of initiation.
But all along the way, she had to give each of `em head.  Fuck!  Being
sucked by a virgin is almost as good as having her pussy.


You can't believe how good the sex was.  Sex all the fucking time.  For
almost four years.

The summer before your junior year, though, you had to do another test to
get "senior status."  It involved Martha again.

I was driven about thirty miles inland to a wooded wetland.  I was told to
strip, and was given a map, a hunting knife, and a compass.  The map had a
path traced on it with landmarks.  It showed where the woods turned into
farmland and back into hilly woods.  On the other side was an "x" mark, and
I was told that's where Martha would be waiting.  If I could get there in
four hours or less I could fuck her first, otherwise I'd be taking sloppy
seconds or thirds.  The two dudes that had brought me took off with my
clothes, and I started through the woods, my feet sinking into the marsh
and slowing my progress.

When I reached open country, I discovered I was a hundred yards or so off
course, so I slipped back under cover of the woods until I got where I was
supposed to be, in case somebody came by and caught me naked.  Back on the
trail, I still had over a quarter mile of open country to cross with three
farmhouses in view.  I charged on and was almost to the other woods, when I
saw an older man carrying a rifle come out in the open.

"What the hell?" he yelled.  He had that whiney, rural Southern Accent.  I
didn't know what to do.

"I...I.  Mister, some guys took my clothes, and...," I stammered.

"Well, now.  There has to be some reason they did that, don't it?  Maybe it
was `cause you wouldn't give `em head.  That it?"  He raised the rifle
threateningly.

"N...n...no.  I just...They was playing a trick on me.  That's all."

"Well," he repeated, "seein' you out here all bare-assed turns me on
something fierce.  I think before I let you get on, you goanna have to give
me some head anyway."  He unbuckled and opened his fly, and pulled out a
big, fat dick.  His pants fell around his ankles.  "Come over here and suck
this motherfucker, boy."

I did as I was told.

"Yeah, I was right, wasn't I?  I can see this aint your first time, is it,
boy?"

I gurgled a response.  I had been out for almost four hours already, so I
sucked as fast and as deep as I could to try to get him off quick.  I
thought for sure this was a put up deal, part of the routine, but the guys
told me afterward that it was just something that happened.  It wasn't
planned at all.

Sometimes old guys can go forever, but I got him off, and he said, "Now
get!" and whacked me across my backside as I headed into the woods.

I came out pretty close to where Martha and the two other boys were.
Martha was on a blanket.  All three of them was naked.  One of them was
fucking the hell out of her, and I could tell from the shit-eating grin on
the other one's face he'd already had her.  Not that it was unusual for
gang-bangs to happen with Sextus.

I waited until he finished, then Martha asked, "Where the hell have you
been?"

"I got held up," I said.

"Well come down here and get your reward."

My dick was already stiff and foreplay wasn't called for.  I fucked the
shit out of her and was pronounced a Senior Sextus.


And that's the way it went.  When you graduated from high school or on your
nineteenth birthday you were kicked out.  Dr.  Ransom had me and the
president to dinner the night before my birthday.  The new president was a
kid I'd "sponsored."  His name was Fred, and he was one hot dude.

After dinner the three of us went into the bedroom with all the mirrors and
climbed in the bed.  I'd heard that the doctor was always spit-roasted at
these things.  But first, since I was the guest of honor, each of them went
down on me and let me do anything I wanted with them.  Well, I believe in
the golden rule, so I went down on each of them.  Then Fred got on his back
and Dr. Ransom took Fred's dick in his mouth.  I got on top.  There was no
lube to be seen, so I just slobbered on my dick and rammed it all the way
up the doc's ass.  I started off slow, and the doc began to fuck Fred's
face, matching the rhythm of my pounding.  I wanted all the pleasure I
could have, but I wanted Dr. Ransom to be satisfied to.  I never got rough,
even when I sped up and got to the short strokes.  It was a great orgasm.
I'll never forget it.

			     - - - - - - - - -

Sid and I have crossed the United States from California to Tennessee, and
he has told me all about his experiences with The Society of Sextus.  Now
we are lying together in a motel room in Jackson, Tennessee.  Tomorrow he
will drop me in Nashville and drive on to Atlanta.  We are having our last
night of sex.  I've got to ask him one last question about Sextus.

"You tell me that everybody took an oath not to reveal what really happened
in Sextus.  And yet you've told me about everything."

"Well," he replies, "it was bound to happen sooner or later.  I don't know
how.  Maybe a member got pissed and squealed, or a parent at the open house
got into a copy of the regulations.  But the truth came out, and Sextus got
busted.

"It being Charleston, though, no big deal was made about it.  Dr. Ransom
gave the club and the clubhouse to the city, and the club's good works
continued.  After a year or two, the name was quietly changed.  Dr. Ransom
closed his practice and was allowed to move to Jamaica or someplace like
that.  So the only thing left is a bunch of middle aged guys and gals with
tats.  And memories."

Sid reached for my hard dick and proved again he hadn't lost his taste for
man to man sex.


				  THE END

Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann.  All rights reserved.