Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 22:49:15 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual III

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GROWING UP SEXUAL: Chapter III by Dave MacMillan


I scooped up the puddle of my cum with my finger and brought it to my lips.
It ought to taste like Julian's I figured; after all, it was the same
stuff.  But, somehow, it didn't - not exactly.  It took me a while, but I
finally realized it wasn't really the taste that was different - it was how
I'd got the load I'd just swallowed.

I'd jacked off, swirming all over the bed doing it, imagining Julian
between my legs and pumping his big dick into my butthole.  I'd shot my cum
onto my chest and, afterwards, scraped it all together into one puddle that
had begun to congeal on my belly.

With Julian, I was sucking him, feeling his veins and even his extra skin
as they passed over my lips and the head of his dick moved in my throat.
He was the one wiggling around, moaning and groaning - even grunting.  I
was making him feel good.  Me alone.  Making all that sex wash out over
him, making him where he couldn?t even think.  His cum was sort of like a
reward for a job well-done.  Him feeling good.  And me too - in some way I
hadn't figured yet.

My butt burned as I wiggle around on the bedspread some more and started to
pull on my dick.  That caught my attention.  I pushed off the bed still
naked and crossed the room to the mirror on my dresser.  Sticking my butt
out and looking over my shoulder, I tried to see what was burning me.  I
kept trying to look down at my fanny but could hardly see it.

I forced myself to look into the mirror only and ran my hand down over my
cheeks.  That didn't burn.  I moved a finger to where my crack began and
started down between the walls of flesh.  The pain was there, concentrated.
Pulling my cheeks apart, I saw how red the slopes leading down to the
valley of my crack were.  The skin felt hot and rough, like there were a
bunch of little bumps there.

It felt like, even looked like, when somebody rubs your arm hard with his
finger.  The skin gets hot and is red afterwards, like a rash.  An Indian
burn.  The best idea I could come up with was to put some hand lotion or
cold creme on it - whatever I could find in the bathroom - and hope it went
away.

It sure wasn't something I wanted mom to know about.  The time two months
ago when I got jock itch had taught me a lesson I wasn't about to forget
any time soon.  I wasn't about to pull my underwear down for mom again.  I
had been so embarrassed when I'd got hard.  No boy should have to go
through that.  I'd think seriously about running away before that happened
again.

Of course, I knew how I had an Indian burn in my buttcrack.  Julian's dick
had been rubbing me long and hard there less than an hour ago.  I reckoned
we'd be giving up our dry humping for a couple of days - at least, until
the rash went away.

I found a nearly empty jar of cold creme and took it out to the garage.  I
had no plan for using it that night when Julian came over.  But I reckoned
it was better to be prepared than sorry.  I'd learned that in cub scouts
last year.

	* * *

I woke up Saturday morning when Julian bellyflopped on my bed and grabbed
my arm.  "You-!" I growled.  Then I realized I had a hard-on and woke up
fast.  "Where are my folks?" I asked carefully, trying to ignore him
pulling my arm around my back.  I lay on my stomach to ease the pain he was
starting to cause.

"I didn't see Rev. Howell.  Your mom was coming out the door when I stepped
on the porch.  She said something about having to do the grocery shopping
but that I could wake up the sleepy head."  He was straddling my buttcheeks
and leaning over me.  I could feel his dick pressing into my cheek, hard
and throbbing in his jeans.  I looked at him over my shoulder.

"They're both gone then??  I looked to the door and saw that it was shut.

"Yeah.  It's just us and our dicks.?  He grinned down at me.  "Want to
play?"

I grinned back.  "Haven't you got enough of it by now?"

"My dick's never going to have enough of your mouth, Vic - or your butt
when you decide to share it."

"What about you, Julian?  Do I ever get my dick sucked or put my dick into
your butthole?"

"What're you thinking?" he asked as he sat up on my butt, watching my face.

I didn't have a real thought in my head.  My question had just popped up.
But, right then, I decided it was a good one.  I liked sucking dick, there
was no way around that.  But did that mean that I was always going to be
the one doing the sucking?  And when I let him cornhole me - or if I let
him?  Couldn't I get something in return?  Shouldn't I?  He sure looked
like he was having fun when I sucked him.  Thinking about it, I had to
admit that I'd like to feel what he felt.

"I think it'd be nice if I got some of what you're getting," I told him.

"Vic, do you like the feel of my dick?"  I nodded and wiggled my butt
against his thighs.  "Do you like the taste of it?"  I nodded again, not
really seeing where his questions were taking us.  "What do you think of
when you jack off?"

"Sucking you.  Sometimes-"

"Sometimes what?"

I turned away, unwilling to face him.  I'd almost told him that I'd been
thinking more and more of him putting his dick in my butt.  But I knew that
would only confirm whatever point he was leading up to.  It'd also have him
bugging me to let him do it to me.  "Nothing," I mumbled against my arm.

"Vic, you like dick.  You get excited when you see it or feel it.  You want
to taste it.  Soon enough you'll get just as excited to feel it fucking
your ass-"

"So what?" I demanded, turning back to face him.  "That doesn't stop me
from feeling what you feel.  From wanting what you get.  After we're
through, it almost doesn't feel right - because I'm left to beat my meat to
get off after you leave.  I get just as excited as you do, but I don't get
any relief.  You do."

He smiled and kissed his finger and touched my lips with it.  "Vic, your
dick doesn't do a thing for me.  Seeing it doesn't.  Not even feeling it
like I did that first day when I jacked you off.  I'm sorry.  I don't want
to suck you - I don't feel any desire to."

"We should maybe stop then.  Just go back to being friends-"

"But we are friends, Vic.  We're better friends today than we were last
week.  We're each other's special friend."

"That's-"

"Do we ever argue since we started?  Do I ignore you like all of us older
kids do the younger ones?"

"No, but-"

"No buts," he growled.  "You help me out in ways nobody ever has before.  I
think - I hope - I help you out too.  You like dick, you make love to it.
And I've got a dick that likes being made love to.  You've become my best
friend by being there for me, by helping me out.  I just hope I've been as
good a friend to you this past week as you have to me, that you've enjoyed
it as much as I have."  He leaned over my back and nuzzled my ear then, his
lips on my neck.

Part of me knew he was just making excuses.  The other part of me accepted
what he was saying. Either way, I knew I didn't want what we were doing to
end.  I wanted him to nuzzle my ear and kiss my neck. I wanted to suck his
dick.

"Lock the door," I told him.

He grinned and leaped from the bed.  "What're we going to do today after
you suck me dry?"

"I'm spending the night over at Billy's and Richard's.  I'm supposed to go
over there this morning to swim with them."

He locked the door and opened his jeans.  By the time he reached the bed,
he was naked.  Except for the frown on his face.  "Be careful with those
two," he mumbled as he crawled towards me.

"Why?"

"You've got to be careful with any boy, Vic.  Nobody'll know you like dick
as long as it's just you and me.  But, if you start messing around with
other guys, words going to get around.  The whispers will start about you
being queer.  Nobody'll dare to be your friend then."

"Not even you?"

"I couldn't play football with you or come over in the afternoons - not
where people might see me and start suggesting I like dick too."

"So, you'd write me off - except you'd just come over at night and get your
piece of the action?"

He straddled my waist and his dick was almost touching my lips.  "Vic, just
don't do something stupid so your friends have to stay away from you,
okay?"  I nodded and he leaned closer.  I opened my mouth and my lips
pushed his foreskin back onto his shaft as his dick moved into my mouth.

						* * *

I wore my swim trunks as I cycled through town.  Julian's warning hadn't
left me even after we'd said goodbye.  He had me down to a tee; I did like
dick.  The afternoons and evenings of the last few days had driven that
home for me.  I did have to be extra careful like he said though, or I'd be
dead meat in this town.  All it would take was one boy telling another that
I sucked dick.

I liked the explanation he'd given me better than mine, though.  Queer
wasn't a word I liked applied to myself, even if it was the only one I knew
for a guy who sucked dick and ate cum.  I liked thinking of myself as
Julian's special friend who helped him out in ways nobody else would.  I
had to admit he helped me out too - just maybe not as much as I would like.

I could handle jerking off while I sucked him, though.  That felt real
good, us getting it on like that.  Now that my Indian burn was gone, I'd
let him dry hump me again - only we'd use the cold cream - and I knew that
I'd beat off to that too.  And when I did let him put that pole of his in
me, I reckoned I'd get off on that too.  There wasn't much that I could
think of that I wouldn't do with his dick; it all felt good.

I didn't see a car as I turned into Billy's driveway.  I got off my bicycle
in front of the garage and looked around.  I heard splashing from behind
the house and reckoned that Billy and Richard were already swimming.  I
followed the brick path back behind the house, wiping sweat off my face
with the back of my arm.

Richard was swimming alone when I got to where I could see the pool.  I
watched.  It was like he was racing himself.  He sped down the length of
the pool, flipped and pushed off just as he reached the end and race back
to the other end.  I knew right then that Richard could outswim me and
there wasn't any sense in ever getting into a race with him.  I'd just
lounge against the side and watch him.

He saw me as I approached the side of the pool and stopped to watch me as
he treaded water.  "I was beginning to wonder if you were coming this
morning,? he said as I toed off my sneakers, staring at the water lapping
against the sides.

"I didn't want to get here at the crack of dawn," I told him.  "Where's
everybody?"

"Mom took Billy out to the farm to pick peas and stuff.  They ought to be
back around noon.  Dad's at the drug store.  Come on in, get cooled off."

I pulled off my tee-shirt and slipped into the water.  It was nice.  I
instantly relaxed.  I felt good.

Richard took a breath and sank below the surface.  I watched as he began to
swim towards me.  He grabbed my leg as he reached me and pulled.  I went
under as he came up.

"I'll get you!" I yelled as soon as I had surfaced and could start after
him.  We chased each other then, roughhousing for a solid twenty minutes
until I started tiring.

"Time," I called and paddled slowly towards the side of the pool.  I
grabbed the side and pulled myself up against the concrete, breathing hard.

"You okay, Vic?" Richard asked from right behind me.

"Yeah.  It's just that I don't swim that much."  I pressed my face against
the cool, wet concrete and sucked big loads of air into my lungs.  "You
can't swim the laps we've been doing at the city pool.  There's just too
many people-"

"Yeah, that place is so boring-" I felt his finger touch my spine between
my shoulders and start down my back.  I stiffened.

"Boring?" I asked, instantly unsure of where Richard was leading us.
Wherever it was, though, I'd sprung a hard-on.

"Yeah, boring."  His finger slowly continued to trace my spine.  "You're
supposed to only swim or play like some little kid at the city pool."  His
finger reached the waistband of my trunks and became four fingers slipping
under the cloth.  I started to turn around, but his free hand pushed my
chest back against the side of the pool.

"What're you-?" I yelped, looking over my shoulder at him.  My trunks went
over my buttcheeks.  "Richard, stop it!"  I stared at the concrete pressed
against my face and couldn't believe this was happening.

His hand moved around to my front and pulled my trunks out and over my
dick.  I felt my trunks being moved down to my knees.  They slipped down to
my ankles by themselves.  I was in shock.

A moment later, Richard pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the
side of the pool.  His dick was hard against my butt and I wondered when
he'd got naked.  "I saw you looking me over the other day when I was
changing.  That was okay, I don't mind a guy looking at my dick.  You're
going to like playing this game, Vic."

"W - what game?" I stammered, even though I had a pretty good idea of what
he had in mind.  His dick had found my crack and was snuggling between my
cheeks.

"You ever been cornholed before?"

"No!"  I looked over my shoulder at him again, suddenly realizing how alone
the two of us were.  With me naked and caught between him and the pool
wall, I was vulnerable as all get-out.  "Richard, let me go now," I
growled.

"You want it," he whispered against my back.  "You know you do."

"I'm not queer."

He reached around and grabbed my 6" hard-on.  "You want it, Vic.  Just like
I want to do it.  We're all alone, and we have plenty of time to have some
real fun."

I felt my face burning.  I tried to think of a way out of this.  He pulled
my hips back and his pole slipped down my crack.  "Richard-"

"Nobody's going to know, Vic.  Nobody but us and Billy.  And you're going
to really like it once we get going."

The head of his dick found my hole and I shuddered.  It did feel good.  His
hand on my meat felt good.  "Hold onto the side of the pool and push out
when you feel me going inside you."

"I don't want to, Richard.  Let me go."

His hands went up my sides and, slipping under my arms, grasped my
shoulders.  The head of his dick at my butthole felt bigger than I'd
imagined.  I felt it begin to push into me.  I squeezed my butt muscles
tight.  "No!" I growled, finally finding my resistance to him.  "This has
gone too far already.  Let me go."

"Too late, Vic."  He shoved his dick hard against my butthole and I felt it
giving way.

"That hurts!" I groaned.

"Push down.  It won't hurt then.  Come on, open up, Vic.  I'll get Billy to
suck you off tonight if you relax."

"Billy sucks dick?" I demanded in surprise, looking back at him and
forgetting that I was supposed to be concentrating on keeping my butt
muscles tight so he couldn't get into me.

His pole marched right in, triumphantly claiming possession of me.  I felt
his pubes pressed into the soft skin of my butt.  Pain shot out from my
butt.  "Take it out," I groaned.  "It hurts."

"I've heard it hurts a little right at the beginning-"

"It hurts a whole lot!"

"Wiggle your butt around on my dick.  That'll make it feel better."

I gritted my teeth.  "Richard, I don't want to be cornholed," I told him.
"I don't want to be queer for you or anybody.  So, take it out, and we'll
just forget this ever happened."

His hand came down my front and wrapped around my dick.  I'd lost some of
the hardness with the first surge of pain, but he began to stroke me.  I
grew right back as hard as I had been.  His other hand slid down my side
and found my nipple.

"You've already lost your cherry, Vic.  You've got a dick all the way up
your butthole.  You might as well go ahead and find out what it's like now.
Wiggle your butt around on my dick, and let's enjoy this together."

The pain was already gone, but I wasn't ready to tell Richard that.  He
didn't need to know that.  My butt felt really full but it didn't hurt.  He
rubbed my tit and I squirmed against his crotch.  His dick rubbed something
3-4 inches up my hole and my eyes bulged.

This shit was suddenly feeling good.  Instinctively, I ground my buttocks
against him and reached behind him to grab his cheeks.  We ground against
each other for a minute or two and everytime his dickshaft moved against
that spot up my butt, it was like somebody shot me with electricity.

Richard laughed.  "I told you that you'd love it."  I groaned and kept
grinding.  "Ready for me to buttfuck you now, Vic?"

"Y - yeah."

"Hold on, boy, I'm going to give you the ride of your life then."

He began to pull out of me.  I could feel the head of his dick pulling back
along the walls of my bowel.  It reached that spot inside of me, and it was
like a double shot of electricity was sent through me.  I jerked and tried
to back up on him.  He pushed back into me, rubbing my spot again.  It was
better than what his fingers were doing to my nipple.  I moaned.

"You like my dick in your ass, don't you, Vic?" he demanded as his lips
pressed against my back.

"Y - yeah," I admitted, not even caring what I said.  I was being buffeted
by more sexy feelings than I ever felt before.  The way I felt at that
moment, I wanted dick filling my butt forever.

I wanted him to massage that spot inside me and make me feel good.  Before,
all my sexy feelings had started in my balls - there and in my dick itself.
Even when I was getting off sucking Julian.  But, then, my every experience
had my hand involved.  Now, feelings were bursting over me from inside my
gut, from my hole itself, from my balls, and from my dick.

His dick pulled from me slowly, his pubes no longer pressed against my
buttcheeks, his pole no longer buried to its roots in me.  I pushed my butt
back, following his dick back to him.  Shamelessly.  I didn't care.  I
wanted to feel good like his rod made me feel when it was all the way
inside me.

Cool water crashed against my buttocks and sprayed my back as he gained his
rhythm.  I pushed back against him as he pulled from me and I tightened my
butt muscles as he pushed in.  Wave after wave formed in my balls and butt
and coursed through me.  His balls slammed into mine.  His hand stroked my
dick.  I ground my butt against his pubes.  I gave myself up to the new
feelings Richard was making happen in me.

His movement inside me changed, becoming faster and shorter.  More of his
dick stayed inside me.  His crotch was quickly pounding against my cheeks,
his dick deep inside me.  "Fuck me!" I groaned.  And he continued to pound
me.

I came.  And Richard continued to pound me.

I wondered at how big he was.  How long his dick was when he had a hard-on.
And when he was pounding my butt.

I was close.  I was beyond my ability to pull back.  His hand continued to
stroke my dick and he pounded my butt.

I felt Richard shove his dick into me, felt his pubes press my buttcheeks
so hard they scratched.  His dick got bigger deep inside me.  I groaned
louder than I already was doing.

The ropes of his orgasm hit inside my butt then and shuddered through me.
Rope after rope of cum shot into my bowel.

Richard's hands grabbed my chest as he collapsed on my back, holding him to
me, even as his dick continued to shoot deep in my butt.  Cum pushed out of
my balls and shoved into my dick.  His thumb slipped onto the head of my
dick as I blew my load.

"That was great, Vic!" he groaned against my back when he finally had
enough breath to speak.  I felt his lips against my skin.

He was still in me.  Still hard.  I smiled.

"Do it again?" I mumbled, sated and satisfied, yet wanting more.  I wiggled
my buttcheeks against him and felt his dickshaft stroke that spot deep
inside of me.  "Yeah."

"You really do like dick, don't you, Vic?"  He laughed.  "When Billy gets
home, we'll have a three-way.  That'll give you two dicks at the same time,
think that'll keep you happy?"

Billy.

I shuddered.  Richard's dick no longer felt like it belonged in me.  It no
longer felt good in me.  Richard planned on bringing his brother into the
sex we'd shared, that he intended for us to continue to share.

I'd let my queerness get out of my bedroom.  And let it get away from being
just Julian who I had sex with.  I'd let it catch me out in the open.
Richard knew I liked dick now.  Soon, there'd be Billy knowing about me.
As I moved away from Richard, pulling off of his pole, I had visions of
everyone in town knowing about me.  How had I let it happen?  How did I
stop it, now that the cat was out of the bag?

"We've got to forget about this," I told him as I turned to face him.

"I don't want to-" He grinned, his hands reaching out to me.  His fingers
found my nipple and tweaked it.  I shuddered and my dick filled out
instantly.  "I like the feel of your butt on my dick."

"But it makes me queer, Richard.  I don't want to be that way.  I don't
want people at school thinking that about me."  I was begging and knew it.
But I wasn't about to be proud, not about this.  I wanted Richard to keep
quiet about what we'd done, hopefully to forget it.

"You suck dick, don't you, Vic?"

I stared at him, wondering how truthful I could be with him.  Wondering if
my telling the truth would somehow seal his lips.  "A couple of times," I
whispered.

"Good.  So does Billy.  You just relax and help us out, Billy will give you
a blowjob-"

"I don't want anybody thinking I'm queer!"

"Who's going to know what the three of us do?  Besides, there's somebody
else already-"

"Who?" I groaned.

"Whoever you've sucked off."  His hand found my nearest buttcheek and began
to knead it.  "Vic, if Billy sucks you off, do you really think either of
us is going to tell anybody else about you?  He's my twin brother, boy!
Even if he did let me fuck his butt like you do, I'd never tell anybody."

"But I'm not Billy-"

"But Billy'll be going down on your pole just as you're going to do with
his.  You'd have ammo on him that you could use, even while you're letting
both of us have a piece of your ass.  And I'm his brother; I'm going to
protect him.  So, nobody's ever going to know but us three."

It sounded reasonable.  Maybe I could have Richard's dick and get away with
it, after all.  And Billy's too - there was a new itch up my butt and I
knew just what would take care of it.  I looked down at Richard's crotch,
at his hard, cut 7" with its big mushroom head.

Why shouldn't I look?  Or even touch?  His dick had already been in my
butt.  It was probably going to be there again.  I liked what I saw.  And
nobody was going to know.  I reached between us and wrapped my fingers
around its shaft.

"Grab the side of the pool, Vic, and stick that butt out here," Richard
said.  "I want it again."

I grabbed the side of the pool and stuck my butt out.  "Your mom?" I asked
as I felt his mushroom head settle against my back entrance.

"Look straight ahead, Vic - you can see the end of the driveway there.
We'll see them as they drive up.  We'll have plenty of time to look
innocent.  He chuckled against my neck as his pole slipped into my hole.
"Yeah," he groaned as his pubes pressed into my cheeks.  "Let the good
times roll!"

I ground my butt against him and seconded the motion.

The Growing Up Sexual series is given to Nifty in gratitude for supporting
the anthology of sex tales from the casting couch that I edited.  Casting
Couch Confessions is available through Nifty's link to Amazon.  My second
anthology, Skin Flicks II, will be available in January.

My thanks to all of you who have taken the time to write.  I suspect you've
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