Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 12:03:35 EST
From: DKSYD@aol.com
Subject: growing up sexual IX

Well, I wasn't going to write another installment until after the holidays.
But Vic, Julian, and Billy started invading my sleep.  It was so hard to
ignore them.  Then, too, a number of you have sounded as if you were on
pins and needles waiting ... But a story must have internal logic.  I
couldn't forget the logic and jump from June to December in order to give
you an xmas story.  Here's a little something, however, to get you through
the 12 days of xmas.

GROWING UP SEXUAL, chapter IX, by Dave MacMillan


I opened the front door to find Julian Head standing on the porch, his fist
raised to pound on the door again.  I'd managed to get on my shorts and
underwear before he started pounding on the door.  He looked back at the
street nervously.

"Someone after you?" I asked as I held the door open for him.

"I just don't want anyone getting any ideas about what we might be up to."

I stared at him.  "Julian, nobody knows what you and I do in my room.
Nobody knows what we do - period.  Not unless you've been talking."

He blushed.  "We've just got to be real careful about this shit, Vic."

I try to be - what about you?" I asked remembering him and Danny behind
Danny's toolshed a couple of nights ago.

"Are you alone?" he asked as he stepped inside and pushed the door closed
behind him.

"Naw," I whispered conspiratorially.  "I've got a bunch of girls from the
Playboy club in Atlanta in my room.  We're having a wild sex party."  I
chuckled at my audacity.  "Of course I'm alone.  Mom's at the hospital and
her husband is doing whatever he does at church - just like always."  I
didn't like my step-father, had never liked him - even if the grown-up
Methodists of Soul thought he was the best preacher they'd ever had.  I'd
stopped calling him daddy when I was 7, and mom'd backed me up.  She'd got
more and more backbone when it came to the Reverend Howard Howell after
that, and it got harder and harder for me to find something nice to call
him.

"Don't you wish," Julian growled, acknowledging that I'd got one over on
him.  "You want to?" he asked and rubbed his crotch.

"What about you, Julian?" I asked him, wondering when I was going to work
in what I knew he was doing with Danny.  "You were just acting like it was
a big bother.  Are you sure you want to?"

"As long as nobody knows, we're okay."  He grinned.  "Besides, it feels so
good."

"Maybe we'd better go into my room to talk this over?"  I wagged my
eyebrows like that Groucho Marx does.

He had the button of his jeans open and his zipper down as he walked into
my room.  I shut the door and locked it before I turned to face him.  I
wondered again if I ought to tell him I'd found him out.  I decided not to
because he could go off like a Roman candle on the 4th of July.  If he did
that, I wouldn't be able to taste his dick.  And I knew I wanted that right
then.

I watched him pull off his tee-shirt while toeing off his sneakers.  He sat
on my bed to push his jeans and underwear down to his knees.  Leaning over,
he pulled them off over his feet.  He stood up naked and looked at me.
"Aren't you going to strip?"

"It seems sort of a bother," I told him, trying to keep everything inside
so he couldn't read me.  "You know, me stripping when all I'm going to do
is suck your dick."

"You've always beat off when you're going down on me."

"I already have-" I shrugged.  "I don't feel like it again - not right
now."  I looked away quickly as I felt the smile start curving my lips.
"Now, if you were doing me while I'm doing you-" I offered.

"Jesus!" Julian groaned, slowly stroking his hard-on and staring at me like
I was some rattler he'd almost stepped on.

"It sure seems like that would be fair," I quickly pushed a little further.
"It's almost seemed like you just thought I was an innocent little kid you
could talk into doing anything you wanted to."  I hadn't heard any of his
stuff about him not liking dick yet; I figured I might be getting to him.
And that Danny Dramond already had.  I stood there, looking him over and
waiting for him to say something.

"Get naked, damn it!" he growled.

"You going to do me?" I asked, making him spell it out.

He stared at me for another minute.  "Yeah, I'll toot your fucking horn,
Vic," he said finally.  "Now, get naked."

I stripped fast: there wasn't much to take off.  I stood in front of Julian
and he stared at my 6" sticking proudly out from my little nest of pubes.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice sounding strange, "we'll 69."

We positioned ourselves opposite each other across the width of the bed,
facing each other's equipment.  I reached out and made a fist around his
dick, pulling his skin over his knob and making its edges bunch up as my
face got close to his crotch.  I nibbled on his skin and Julian shivered
all over.  I dug my tongue into the bunched up little pucker of skin and he
dived down my 6".  All of it.  His nose was pressed into my balls.

I peeled his skin back along his shaft then and licked his knob.  He moaned
and started bobbing on me.  My lips sank down the length of his bone as I
accepted that Julian Head knew how to suck dick.  I wondered what Danny's
dick was like as I started to suck Julian off.  I guessed it was a nice one
because it'd trained Julian so quickly.

My hands kneaded his buttcheeks and he was humping my face faster than I
was willing to bob on his tool.  I worked both my forefingers over to his
crack.  He humped my mouth as fast as he was working my dick.  My curiosity
was killing me - could I get him where he'd let me cornhole him?  I was
already past being surprised that he would blow me.

One of my fingers slipped into the well that protected his hole and began
to stroke the skin there.  He jerked like I'd stuck a live wire up there.
My finger slipped into him and he was suddenly blowing his load.  Wads of
it.  He lifted off my dick and moaned.

He squirted and I swallowed.  "Do it, Vic," he gasped.  I wasn't sure I'd
heard him correctly.  I wasn't willing to believe that I'd heard him
correctly. I kept swallowing what he was shooting out until there was only
a dribble.  That, I started to coax out with my tongue.  My finger was
buried all the way up his hole.  "Do it," he growled louder.  "Put your
dick in me."

I was in seventh heaven as I let go of his dick.  But I wasn't going to
take my time in accommodating him.  I didn't want him to have second
thoughts until I was already pushing into his tight butt.

Julian rolled over to lie on his stomach.  My finger was buried in him.  My
dick drooled as I looked down at his nice set of buns and nice legs.  I
straddled his legs and leaned over him, my pole digging between his legs.
"Yeah," he moaned.

I could have walked on air after Billy let me cornhole him, it had been
such a great feeling.  The sex AND his acceptance of me as an equal.  But
I'd known, somewhere inside me, that he'd get around to trying it sooner or
later and that I'd almost for sure get a piece of him.  I mean, he and his
brother were dicking me three or four times a week, he was sucking me and
Richard off - it wasn't a major leap to believe that I'd get some of him
some time.

But Julian.  Julian was a shock.  I still hadn't had time to get to where I
knew what I thought about him and Danny - I'd only learned about it the
night before.  Now, he was telling me to go for it.  That he wanted it.  He
was accepting equality; I wasn't just a littler kid who liked the dick he
was feeding to me.  Not any more.  I wasn't about to think even, I was
going for it.

I put the tip of my dick in the dimple at the very end of his backbone,
just where the cheeks begin.  My pole was still slick with his spit, and I
watched in fascination as it spread the two melons of his butt and came
closer to my finger still buried in his hole.  I was so hard that it felt
it was going to split open.

Julian lifted his butt, pushing back on his knees.  He looked over his
shoulder at me.  "Stop playing, Vic.  Put it in me.  I want it now."

I pulled my finger out of him and placed my knob at his entrance.  My hands
went to his hips, ready to hold him as I humped into him.  Instead, he
began easing back onto me, his hole opening like lips to slide over the
head of my dick.

I watched as the head of my cock disappeared into him.  I felt the heat of
his chute wrapping around me, his muscle gripping me just behind the flare.
It was almost like he knew how to do this.  I remembered him and Danny and
smiled.  He knew how to make his butt feel even better than good on a dick.
He continued to ease himself back on me.

I moved my hips forward and his buttcheeks spread to plaster against my
pubes as I sank into him.  "I'm all the way in," I gasped.

He looked back at me, his face slack with lust and his eyes were glazed.
"Fuck me, Vic.  Take me all the way."

I began to move in him, long, slow strokes through the hot, buttery velvet
sleeve gently gripping my dick.

I reached around his hip and found his hard pole waiting for me, its skin
pulled back from the dome of his knob.  I wrapped my hand around his dick
and pulled the skin down onto his shaft, beginning to stroke him in time
with my movement in and out of his bottom.

Julian moaned continuously as I fucked him.  His pole stayed hard in my
hand and soon was leaking pre-cum.  He pushed back each time I began to
push into him, his buttcheeks splatting against my belly.  "Oh, God!" he
gasped.  "Yes!"

I felt myself getting close but wanted it to last.  Julian gasped and
stiffened.  His chute gripped along the length of my dick, pulling me over
the edge with him.  I shoved into him as deep as I could and blasted wad
after wad into his butt.

We lay side by side and I finally pushed up on my elbows so I could look
down at him.  He was still more than half-hard, the head of his dick just
barely peeking out from his cowl of skin.  It jumped with his every
heartbeat, leaving a drool of cum down to his belly each time it jumped.  I
smiled and traced his nose and then his lips with my finger.

His eyes were closed.  His face was expressionless but I felt the tension
of the muscles under his skin.

"I've been thinking about what we've been doing ... This is to be the last
time, Vic - for both of us."

I stared at him in surprise.  "Why?" I managed to croak.

"We both like it too much.  It'll get us in trouble.  Trouble that will
make us dead meat in this town, Vic.  We've got to start making ourselves
think about girls-" My dick shriveled.

"Julian, you're a year or two from dating; I've got 4 years.  Now that I
know what it is, I want sex.  I want to have sex these next 4 years."

"We jack off like every other boy in this town."

"When I can suck or be sucked or fuck or be fucked?"  I stared at him.
"You know how good that feels, each one feels - you'd give that up?"

"I don't want people in Soul getting the idea I'm queer, Vic.  You'd better
not want that happening to you, either."

"So we aren't going to be friends any more?" I asked slowly.

"Naw.  We'll be buddies everywhere and all the time, except when it comes
to sex."  He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed.  He reached down
for his underpants and jeans.  I watched him pull them on before picking up
his tee-shirt and pulling it over his head.

I watched him dress and felt a part of me being pulled apart.  "I've got to
go," he said as he slipped into his sneakers.  "You going to be over at the
vacant lot later?  We could maybe play some ball-" He stood at the door,
looking back expectantly at me.

"Yeah, probably," I answered, knowing already that I'd look around town for
something to do, rather than play ball at the lot next to his house.

That night, I was in the shadows of the house when Danny's car pulled in at
his house.  I watched Julian get out and follow Danny to the older boy's
shed.  I climbed back in my window then.  I didn't want to hear Julian
being cornholed and enjoying it.  It just hurt because he didn't want to do
it with me any more.

* * *

Richard was spooned up against Billy's back, his dick still buried in his
brother's butt.  "Now that we know you like this, Billy, maybe we ought to
just work Vic Howell out of our lives," he whispered against his brother's
ear.

Billy rolled over on his back, raising his nearest leg so that he could
bring his foot up against Richard's buttcheeks.  He raised a hand and ran
his fingers through his brother's hair.  He was almost hard and wiggled his
butt on Richard's pole inside him.  It rubbed his spot and his dick stood
up proudly.

"I love you, Richard; but I like Vic a lot.  I don't want to work him out
of our sex."

"You want him seeing you getting dicked?  You want him doing you?"

Billy shrugged.  "Why not?  I tried it out with him this afternoon - to see
if I liked it."

"You didn't!"

"I did."

"You could've come to me - nobody would know then."

Billy's fingers had moved down his brother's neck and was now making
smaller and smaller circles around his nipple.  "Richard, it wouldn't have
mattered to you if I liked it or not.  You'd push me to let you do it every
time you got a hard-on."

"I-" Billy silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Richard, you find something you like and you don't let go of it.  You've
always been like that.  It's just you.  Once I let you have my butt the
first time, you were going to keep getting it anytime you wanted it.  I
needed to know if a dick in my butt felt good.  If it didn't, I could tell
Vic to stop and he wouldn't have pestered me.  I don't resist you that
good."  He grinned and ground his butt on the dick inside him again.  "Once
I knew I liked it, I gave it to you fast enough."

"But Vic?"

"He'll keep his mouth shut, Richard.  You and I fuck him enough.  You like
taking one of us while we're 69-ing.  He's fun for both of us.  Now, why
don't you do it again, so you and me have some fun right now?"

Hope you liked this tidbit.  If you did, let me know at Vichowel@aol.com.
There's nothing better for a writer's ego than for him to learn that he
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Seasons greetings to all - Dave MacMillan