Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2000 11:16:10 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter 10

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you're not 18+ (Nifty doesn't
want to find the thought police beating down its door), don't read if you
don't like graphic gay sex (why are you reading this?), and this material
belongs to me - any reproduction w/o permission is theft.

I'd really like to hear from you.  Yeah, there is an ego trip every time
someone tells me how much he likes my story or my writing.  That trip goes
nova when you tell me how I helped you remember a good time in your youth.
But I'd also like to hear where you think this story should go.  There are
only 3 more installments before Vic enters high school - and I've not
seriously plotted it out beyond that point.  The only things I have are
what might happen at Auntie Clyde's and the possibilities inherent in these
studmuffins at church camp scoring the younger kids.  Your advice then will
help shape the story.  Write me at vichowe@aol.com.  I answer all mail -
except flames (those get turned over to aol.

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Growing Up Sexual, Chapter X, by David MacMillan

"Sallie, these people expect me to control my own house.  I'm their
preacher!  I'm supposed to be an example they can follow - my home and
family too."

We were sitting at the dinner table the last Friday of June and Howard
Howell had just informed mom and me that I was going to a four week
Methodist camp in the middle of the state, starting the last week of July.
I'd immediately made my feelings known - I went to Sunday School because of
him.  That ought to be enough.

He'd adopted me when he married mom but I wasn't about to keep his name
longer than it took me to get my degree from college.  He and I had never
got along and, by the time I was 12, I didn't even try to hide it.  I
couldn't for the life of me understand why a warm, intelligent, and fun
woman had stayed married to such a stuck-up prude like Howard - he was like
that Ichabod Crane in "The Headless Horseman".  I didn't know a single kid
who liked him.

But I'd learned how to recognize the back and forth movements of their
arguments over the years.  He'd pulled out the heavy artillery early and
was using it - his position as Soul's Methodist preacher.  I figured mom
would give in on this one and that I would soon be shipped off to camp.

 "As poor as most people in this county are, you're going to have real
trouble getting more than 3 or 4 boys enrolled."

Howard sighed.  "The District is trying to get this camp going, Sallie.  If
each church in the District can send just a couple of kids this year, it'll
be off to a good start."

Mom picked up the brochure and looked at the pictures again.  "This does
look nice, Vic.  It says here that the land around Indian Falls was once
sacred to the Cherokee Indians-" She smiled over at me and I knew I'd lost
any chance at avoiding camp that I may have had.  "You might find some
interesting arrowheads."  She glanced to Howard.  "Where is this place?"

"Indian Falls is above Macon in the middle of the state - maybe 150 miles
north of here."  He grinned, tasting victory.  "Reverend Robertson is
putting this camp together - he directs our youth ministries on the state
level."  He glanced at me and couldn't help but rub his victory in.  "Maybe
Vic will come back with a proper respect for his parents after 4 weeks with
Robertson."

"Howard!" Mom growled in warning.

* * *

The school bus pulled into the camp grounds at a couple of minutes after 4
o'clock in the afternoon.  I'd been riding since 6 that morning.  I was
ready to admit that I knew where every Methodist church in south GA was,
we'd stopped at almost all of them - picking up one kid here and another
there.  My butt was sore, I was ready to run all the way back to Soul just
to wear off all of my pent-up energy.  The ride had been as close to hell
as I could imagine.

There were only 4 other kids from Soul at the camp in addition to me -
Henry and Jimmy Weeks and Richard and Billy Lee.  The Weeks boys were 14
and twins like Richard and Billy were - only they were identical.  Their
daddy was the undertaker in Soul.

Richard, Billy, and me got to share a tent because we were the same age and
friends.  We had the tent Howard had the church buy from some Army-Navy
surplus store; only, none of us knew how to put it up.

There were tears of frustration in my eyes when two big kids came over to
check on us.  "You guys must not go camping much," the blond chuckled as he
looked down on the mess we'd made of the tent.  "Come on, Tom," he told the
redhead with him, "let's do our good deed for the day."  He smirked at us.
"Maybe these little guys will pay us back nice later on."

Bobby and Tom got our tent up in record time.  We learned they were both 16
and from Atlanta.  Billy and I got along with them from the beginning, they
were easy to get to know.  Easy on the eyes too - I had to pinch my arm a
couple of times to keep remembering that there were things about me only
three other people knew, things that were going to stay hidden.

Richard didn't like them and made no bones about letting everybody know it.
As soon as he could leave, he did.  I glanced askantly at Billy and he just
shrugged.  He sidled up close and whispered: "He probably went to find the
Weeks boys - they're the only other people he knows."

"Bobby and I are going to do some exploring," Tom the redhead told us both
as he tied off the last flap "You two kids want to tag along?"  I noticed
the glance from Tom to Bobby and then Bobby rearranging his dick under his
shorts, like Julian used to before we'd got to the house and were taking
everything off.  Billy was nodding enthusiastically.  I figured he hadn't
seen Bobby playing with himself.

I thought it over for a minute or two.  These two older kids had been
really nice about helping us out in setting up the tent, especially in
light of Richard acting like a fool.  They were both easy on the eyes too.
And they were from Atlanta - a long, long ways from Soul.  If Bobby had
been signaling Tom that he was interested in getting something going with
Billy and me, I didn't see where the harm in it was.

Billy looked over at me and meaningfully ran the tip of his tongue over his
lips to wet them.  He was letting me know that he was definitely interested
in what might happen with these two.  I winked at Billy.  "Let's go," I
said to him and our older companions.  I had a hard-on as I stood up and,
putting my hands in my pockets, tried to get the knob of my dick up into my
waistband while pretending not to be playing with myself.  The blond,
Bobby, leered at me but didn't say anything.

We trekked along the river bank, moving away from the camp and the falls
below it.  Almost immediately, we had paired off - me with Bobby and Billy
with Tom.  Billy and Tom were a couple of steps ahead of us.  Pretty soon,
there was only the sound of our own voices.  Birds called to each other
from the pine stands that rimmed the river beyond the broken rocks and
grass that formed the bank.

Bobby's arm went around my shoulders and, ahead of us, Tom did the same
with Billy.  I melted against Bobby, liking the feel of him holding me.
"Let's get past the tree line," Tom called back and Bobby nodded.

"Vic, what do you boys do to relax?" Bobby asked.

"Relax?" I asked.  I guessed what was coming, but I played along. Billy and
Tom paused long enough to pull their tee-shirts off.  Tom's hand was on
Billy's back when we resumed out walk.

"Do you know about the birds and the bees yet?"

I sniggered.  "What do you want to know about them, Bobby?"

"Do you jack off?" he asked.

"Sometimes," I said shyly.  Ahead of us, Tom's hand was on Billy's waist,
his thumb inside my buddy's shorts.  I guessed it was in his crack.  My
dick was hard.

"Do you ever fool around with your friend there?" Bobby asked, nodding
towards Billy.

It was as obvious as the nose on my face where this was heading now.  I
glanced over at his crotch.  There was a big bulge there.  I wondered how
Billy was playing this and saw all of Tom's hand inside my buddy's shorts,
riding his butt.  I decided it was past time for me to stop playing dumb.

I stopped and faced Bobby.  "Do you want us to fool around you?" I asked
loud enough for Billy and Tom to hear.  We were in a slight depression
sided by slabs of rock and grass.  I thought of it as sort of a valley,
even if the sides didn't even come up to my neck.

Tom looked directly into Billy's eyes.  "Do you want that?" he asked.
Billy nodded.  I felt Bobby watching me and nodded too.

"It looks like we aren't going to have to sneak you into the mood," Bobby
chuckled.  "Why don't we get naked then?"  Bobby pulled off his shirt.  I
followed suit.  "What do you boys like to do?"

I looked towards Billy and we both smiled as we started to push down our
shorts.  "We like to suck - and get cornholed," I told him.  Billy nodded
and reached down to pull his shorts over his feet.  My buddy came over to
stand beside me as I did the same thing.  We stood naked and hard in the
little valley and watched the older boys expectantly.  I wanted to see both
of their dicks.  I wanted to taste them.  I wanted to feel them plowing my
butt.

"You're both pretty well developed for kids your age.  Do you boys know how
to use those things?"

Billy grinned.  "We've been doing each other for a while."

"Everything?" Bobby asked.

I nodded.  Bobby and Tom still had their shorts on and weren't making any
move to get rid of them.  "Don't you think they ought to be as naked as we
are?" I asked Billy.

We both moved in front of our older boy and knelt.  I reached up and
unbuttoned the button of Bobby's shorts.  I made a show of pulling his
zipper down.  The flaps of his shorts flared open.  He wasn't wearing
underwear.  I looked up his smooth chest and into his smile as I pulled his
shorts down to his knees.

"You're doing good, Vic," he whispered, "and you have one hell of a nice
ass."  His shorts fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them.  "Real
nice!"  He thrust his hips forward, and I felt his long, thick, hot slab of
meat nuzzle my ear.

Apparently, Bobby wasn't the only one with ass on the brain.  "Why don't
you two 69?" Tom suggested.  We glanced to him and he grinned broadly.
"That'd give Bobby and me a chance to show you how good a man's dick feels
inside you - both of you at the same time.  And you'll be getting it from
both ends."  Billy licked his lips as he studied Tom's thing.

I had to admit that it was a nice one - maybe 8", cut and fringed with a
thick bush of tight red curls.  He was nice all over, smooth and lanky.  I
knew I'd do him in a heartbeat.  I was ready to start slobbering just
looking at him and knowing he was Billy's for this first time.

I looked back to Bobby to see what I was getting.  He was several inches
taller than Tom and, although lean, was more filled out than the redhead.
He was smooth too and his blond hair almost made his balls look hairless.
His balls were big and hung low.  His meat was a work of art - thick,
almost as big around as my wrist, and longer than Tom's.  His was the
biggest dick I'd had seen up to that point, and I didn't know if I should
run or get down on my knees and worship the thing.

Billy lay down on the grass and spread his legs.  He grinned up at me as I
stood over him.  I knelt over his head and began to situate myself so my
pole was aimed at his face and his at mine.  I started to itch way up my
butt at the thought of Bobby's monster inside me.

I spread my legs to accommodate Bobby and leaned over Billy.  I had to
spread them some more to lower myself so Billy could take most of me
without raising his head.  "Catch his legs behind your arms, Vic," Tom told
me.  "That'll raise his ass up to where I can get to it."

Billy was holding his legs straight up in the air.  I raised my left arm
and put it behind his left leg; I repeated the process with my right arm
and Billy's butt was hiked into the air, his hole exposed and winking at
me.  Billy had moved my pole to his lips and letting it slide between his
tonsils.  Tom crawled closer until his meat was resting on Billy's balls.
"Lick my dick," Tom told me.  "Make it nice and wet."

I slobbered on the head of his dick while someone spread my buttcheeks
wide.  I felt Bobby crawl between my legs and his pole touch mine at
Billy's lips.  Billy spit me out and slobbered on Bobby's meat like I was
doing to Tom's.

Tom pulled his dick from my mouth and pulled its knob down over Billy's
balls.  I saw that it rested snugly in the shallow well that extended away
from my buddy's butthole.  I scrunched over until I could get my lips on
the tip of Billy's dick and worked it into my mouth.  I felt a blunt width
press up against my entrance, and Billy grabbed my pole and shoved it into
his mouth.

A pressure began at my entrance and I forced my muscles down there to relax
as I gobbled up most of Billy's dick.  The pressure increased until it
bordered on being pain.  I pushed down like I was taking a real big shit
and my muscles gave enough that Bobby's knob slipped inside me.  Bobby
stopped there, giving me time to adjust to his being inside me.  The tip of
Billy's tongue working the area just beneath the ridge of my dickhead kept
me hard.  As soon as it started to feel good, I ground my butt on Bobby's
pole to let him know I was ready for more.

I watched the head of Tom's dick push into Billy's butthole.  Billy jerked
and I suddenly had the head of his dick pushed through my tonsils.  Tom
didn't pause, though; his crotch just kept coming closer as his shaft sank
deeper into my buddy.  Soon, he was in - his red pubes pressed against the
insides of Billy's thighs.  I remembered I was supposed to be sucking my
buddy off then.

I bobbed and sucked.  And watched Tom fuck Billy in the butt.  Under me,
Billy was bobbing and sucking on me.  Behind me, Bobby was feeding his
wide-bodied dick to my chute.  Billy was leaking pre-cum like a faucet with
a bad washer.  The top of my head slid up and down against Tom's belly as I
sucked Billy off.

Tom's fingers massaged my head, holding me down on most of Billy's dick
while he plugged my buddy hard.  Bobby's hands moved up and down my
shoulders and flanks.  Billy's hands gripped by buttcheeks and kept them
spread for Bobby.

I didn't know which felt best - Billy's mouth on my dick, his dick in my
mouth, or Bobby's slow fuck. I gave myself up to just enjoying our sex.  I
rode the sexual waves that came from everywhere in my body.

I was close to exploding.  My balls rode my shaft tight.  Billy had my knob
in his throat and was swallowing on it, milking it.  Bobby's dick was now a
piston working my chute fast and hard.  Billy was trying to shove more dick
than he had up into my throat with Tom's every thrust into his butt.

Billy shot his load first.  His dick hit the backside of my tonsils and
stayed there as it erupted.  Tom plunged all the way into him and stayed
there, his whole body stiffening as he unloaded deep in Billy's butt.  I
face-fucked Billy, pushing all the way into his throat.  Once.  Twice.  I
started to unload.

The muscles along my chute gripped Bobby's big dick as it plowed me.  I
milked him hard and it was enough to carry him over the edge.  He pounded
into me a couple more times, trying to ignore the muscles that gripped and
pulled at him.  Then, he pushed all the way into me, his pubes hard against
the insides of my cheeks.  He grunted and I felt his dick throb deep inside
me, shooting his load into me.  Once.  Twice.  Again and again.  Eight
times.  Nine times.  I thought I could taste him, until I remembered that
Billy had got off in my mouth.

Bobby's hands lifted me until my pole pulled out of my buddy's mouth.
Until I was on my knees above Billy.  He led me down to the grass then, his
dick was still inside me and as hard as it had been when he was fucking me.
Tom still knelt between Billy's legs and his pole was still inside him.  I
wondered if these older boys were going to want to do it again.  I was
wiped out, but part of me wanted to stay connected to Bobby.  To have him
fucking me.

I knew I was a shameless slut then.  A queer.  Richard, Billy, and Julian
had been friends who I was helping out when I sucked them off or let them
cornhole me.  Bobby was somebody I'd known maybe an hour or two before I'd
let him between my legs.  Tom was the same, and I wanted to have sex with
Tom too.  The two of them were good-looking boys I simply wanted to have
sex with.

Billy was like me.  He'd got hot and spread his cheeks just like I had.
But Billy Lee wasn't me.  He had his own life to live, to come to terms
with.  I had mine.

Bobby was still inside me and he felt good there.  I wanted him to fuck me
again.  I wanted to touch his body while he was doing it.  And I knew I
could do it.

No-one would ever know that I liked dick and the boys attached to them.  At
least, they wouldn't as long as I didn't have sex with anyone from Soul.
Well - except for the three I was already fooling around with.  It was only
the people in Soul who could make my life miserable, if they found out I
was queer.

I decided that was enough of that discussion.  I was queer and that was
that.  I just had to make sure I was careful at home and I could enjoy
myself and not make trouble for myself.

I raised my leg over Bobby's and brought my heel back to his fanny.  I
rolled onto my back and looked up at the older boy.  My hand wrapped around
my hard-on and I wiggled my butt.  "Fuck me again," I told him.  A couple
of feet away, I heard Billy gasp as Tom re-entered him.  I didn't care -
Bobby was making me feel real good.

* * *

Richard was pissed off as he made his way towards where the 13 to 14 year
olds were making camp.  Billy had no fucking business getting buddy buddy
with those two boys from Atlanta.  Couldn't he see what they were after?
They were being more than just obvious.

It was what he should have expected, though.  Billy was just as queer as
that Vic Howell was.  They both sucked dick and liked it up their butts.
He'd have thought that Billy had more sense than to put himself in a
position of dropping his pants for somebody he didn't even know.  He had
Richard to feed him dick.  He even had Vic.  So, why was his brother
opening himself up to those two guys and what they wanted from him?

Richard ought to show Billy that he didn't need him - both of them.  He
could find other cocksuckers with this many boys around.  He could even
probably find himself a couple who'd bend over him.  He smiled at that
thought.  It'd show Billy what was what if Richard found himself another
tail to dick while they were both here.  His brother would be begging him
for it inside of a day - two, at most.  Vic too.  Hell!  That queer would
be howling for it.  He grinned from ear to ear and felt his dick grow
across his groin towards his hip.

Maybe he would look around for a piece of strange tail for real.  He was
liking the idea of it more and more with every step he took.  He had only
fucked Billy twice the night before, and he was good for a good 5 rounds of
sex during the course of any one day.

He reached the Weeks boys' tent.  "Looks a little wobbly to me," he told
them as he surveyed their handiwork.

One of the blond twins looked back at him over his shoulder.  He hit the
stake in his hand with the flat side of his hatchet.  "You going to just
watch, Lee; or are you going to help us get this damned thing up?"

"Do you have your center poles pounded in deep enough?" Richard asked.

One of the twins grabbed the line attached to the stake he'd been hammering
on.  The tent lurched and slowly began to cave in on itself.  "Shit!" the
twin who'd spoken to Richard groaned.  He turned to Richard.  "How did you
dweeps get yours up?"

"Some guys came down from the 15 to 16 year old section and helped us."

"Yeah?" the other twin asked and looked to his brother.  "Henry, maybe we
should have taken that guy's help after all."

"He was faggy as hell, Jimmy."

"Yeah.  I'd let him suck my dick if he helped up put this thing up so it
won't keep falling down on us."

Richard Lee looked from Henry to Jimmy and back again.  There was another
faggoty boy making the rounds?  He wondered just how many of the campers
here were into guys.  His dick throbbed inside his shorts.  He smiled as he
imagined feeding either one of the Weeks boys his dick.

"There he is," Henry observed and both Richard and Jimmy looked where Henry
was pointing.  Richard switched from imagining his dick in either of the
twins to seeing it slide in and out of the new guy's butt.

"You want him to help you?" Richard asked.  "I'll go get him if you do."

Henry chuckled.  "Maybe little Richard here wants to play like a big boy,"
he said under his breath so that only Jimmy and Richard heard him.  Richard
felt his face burn, though.

"I'm not so little," he growled.

"Go see if you can get the faggot to come back over then," Jimmy told him.
"We need to get this damned thing up so that it stays up - no matter what
it takes."

"You'll let him?" Richard asked tentatively.

"Naw," Henry said.  "We'll give him you instead."

"Bull!"

"Go get him for us," Jimmy said, putting an end to their kidding around.

Richard studied the older boy as he approached him.  He did look a little
faggoty the way he stood there with his hands on his hips, looking around
like he was looking for somebody.  He had long legs and a round butt that
just sort of jutted out from under his shorts.  He was lean too, almost
skinny.  He had black hair and a round face.  And he was cute - cuter than
either Vic or Billy.  He'd feed him his dick - if the guy wanted it.

"Hi!" he greeted the boy.  "I hear that you're going around helping guys
put up their tents-"

The boy turned and looked Richard up and down.  A smile slowly crossed his
lips.  "Some of them.  But just those I want to get to know the guys in -
where's yours?"

"Over there," Richard pointed to where the Weeks boys had set up camp.
"It's not my tent - it belongs to some older guys I know from my hometown."

"I remember them - twins, aren't they?"  Richard nodded.  "Stuck up too as
I recall."

"That was before they found out they couldn't put up a tent."

The older boy laughed.  "So, they put a younger kid up to beg me to come
back-"

"Something like that.  I'm Richard Lee, by the way."

"I'm James Fickling, from Macon."

"Are you going to help them?"

"Are you going to join me for a walk up into the bluffs afterwards?"

Richard figured he was being propositioned.  And he couldn't see why not.
The way that Billy and Vic were all over those two boys back at their tent,
he reckoned they were already getting theirs.  Besides, James had real
pouty lips; he could just imagine what they would do to his dick.  "Sure,
why not, James?"

* * *

They walked down past the cabins, staying in the woods, until they were
near the falls.  They stopped in a small clearing interspersed with rock
outcroppings.  The continuous rush of water was a dull roar to their ears.
James led Richard to the nearest one and sat down.

"I want to ask you something," James said, looking first at the younger boy
and then away.

"Sure."

"I don't know anyway to ask this without just laying it out in the open,
Richard.  That might scare you off, and I don't want that."

"Go ahead and ask, James.  The worst I can do is say no."

"Believe me, you can do far worst than that," James chuckled.  "But here
goes.  Do you fool around, Richard - with other boys?"

"You mean sex stuff?"  James nodded.  For a brief moment, Richard wondered
if he should lie to the older boy.  His dick was hard again, and he hoped
James would help him out.  He shrugged.  "Yeah.  Me and a couple of guys
back home.  We keep it real quiet-" He smiled.  "That isn't exactly the
best reputation a boy could take on."

"What do you do when you're fooling around?"

"Everything, I guess," Richard mumbled nervously.  He wished James would
stop with the third degree.  If they were going to do something, he wished
they'd go ahead and get into it.  He felt really exposed.

"Everything?"  James grinned.  "You get fucked too?"

"Shit no!" Richard growled, turning clammy cold at just the thought of
that.  If he ever took a pole up the ass, he'd be just like Billy and Vic.
Being queer wasn't the way he saw himself being.  As long as he could help
it, nobody else was going to either.

"Do you suck then?"

Richard stared at the older boy.  He didn't like all these questions.  He
wanted to tell James that he wasn't about to do that, either.  But he
guessed that he might suck a boy off - if it got the guy hot enough to let
Richard pork his tight butt.  "I haven't," he admitted and looked away.

James smiled.  "I'll do back anything you do."

Here it was.  Richard felt cold and hot at the same time.  He was scared,
but he was harder than he'd ever been before.  His gaze fell to James'
crotch and stayed there, watching the thick tube there grow towards his
hip.  His mouth was dry and he had to lick his lips.  "Why don't you just
suck my dick," he managed.  "You know you want to."

 James chuckled.  "Almost as much as I want you swinging on my joint,
Richard.  Come on over here, and pull my shorts off for us."

Richard knew he should leave this boy.  He needed to get his tail back to
camp and find Billy and Vic.  He'd be safe then.  The longer he stayed with
James, the closer he was coming to doing things he didn't want to do.
Things that would make him just as queer as his brother.  He couldn't pull
his gaze from the black haired boy's crotch and the hard tube that hid
under his shorts.  He wanted to see it.

That was all he wanted.  Just to see it.  Then he'd be satisfied.

"Come on over here, Richard.  Nobody's going to know."  Richard took a step
towards him.  "Get naked, big guy."  James' voice was hypnotic, leading him
gently.  "I want to see what you've got."

Richard unhasped the button at his waist and worked the zipper down over
his hard-on.  He wanted James to see him naked - his big dick that Billy
and Vic liked so much, his low-hanging balls, his tight belly.  He wanted
this boy from Macon to want him.

"Nice," James said as Richard stood naked before him.  "I'll bet you make
your buddies happy with that.  Come on over here and get me naked now.
Then we can play."

Richard took another step towards James and felt the older boy's hand wrap
around his dick.  It felt good.  He took another step and James' other hand
found his shoulder.  And they were at eye-level.

James was gently pulling Richard towards himself, even as he leaned towards
the younger boy.  Richard watched as James' face seemed to swim slowly
towards his.  The touch of lips shocked him.  Instinctively, his hands went
around the older boy's back, pulling him closer.

As they kissed, both of James' hands had found their way to Richard's
buttcheeks.  The younger boy ground his dick against his black-haired
companion's shorts.  James' hands kneaded his cheeks, their fingers moving
closer to his crack.  Their tongues dueled in Richard's mouth for
supremacy.  Richard was beyond thinking.

This was new.  It was different.  But it felt so good.  It felt so right.

James broke the kiss.  "Lick my titties, Richard.  Lick them hard, suck on
them.  And open my pants at the same time.  Get me naked."

"Yeah," the younger boy breathed, his lips moving over James' chin and
along his neck to his chest.  He moved his hips back enough to get his
hands between them and ground his buttocks against the other boy's hands.

James groaned when Richard's tongue found his first nipple.  He shuddered.
Richard worked the button at the waist of his shorts free and, his fingers
trembling, moved to pull down his zipper.

He licked and sucked one nub and then the other, back and forth.  James'
shorts had dropped to his feet, and Richard's hands roamed freely over
warm, naked skin from shoulders to buttocks and back.

"It's time to go lower, babe," James whispered.  "Trail your tongue down my
belly.  Get us both hot."

Richard was beyond thought.  His dick leaked pre-cum.  He was deeper in sex
mode than he'd ever been in his life.  Later when he was trying to explain
his actions to himself, that was the only explanation he could come up
with.  He was so deep into the sex that he was doing what James told him to
without a thought as to what those directions meant.

James was sitting on the ground, his legs spread.  Richard was kneeling
between them, bobbing up and down on the older boy's dick.  He could taste
James' pre-cum but that only excited him more, pushing him to get the other
boy off.  And James had a finger sliding easily in and out of his hole.

"I want to make you feel real good, Richard," James whispered above him.
"Let me get behind you."

Richard felt the connection between them break as James pulled his 6" out
of the younger boy's mouth.  He felt suddenly empty.  The euphoria that
possessed him shuddered and threatened to collapse.  Something blunt and
wide pressed against his hole and threatened the euphoria that encased him
even more.

James leaned over his back and the warmth of his body was comfortably
reassuring.  "Just relax, Richard, and I'll take you all the way to
heaven."

Pressure was building at his asshole and Richard didn't understand why.  He
felt good all over, except for that pressure.  He opened his eyes and
realized his cheek was resting on his arm.  He was on his knees with his
butt hiked in the air.

He gasped as the entrance to his ass was breached and something wide
started to push into him.  He raised his head and looked over his shoulder.

James was behind him.  A naked James from what he could see.  His groin
situated right at Richard's butt.  He understood then.  He was getting
fucked.  "No!" he growled and started to push himself up.

James leaned back over him, his arms going around Richard's chest.  "Too
late, kid.  Relax and enjoy the ride."  Richard felt the other boy's pubes
scratching the insides of his crack.

"I'm not queer," Richard groaned.  "I don't want to be fucked."  He felt
James pull almost out of him before pushing back into him.  His eyes
widened as the dick inside him rode over something that sent sparks through
his body.  "Oh, God!" he moaned, trying to grapple with the new sensations
spreading through him.  His pole throbbed between his legs.

"That's it.  Relax and enjoy it, babe.  I'm going to make it good for you."
James began to pull on his tits, and Richard ground his butt on the dick
inside it.  "That's it, honey," James cooed at his ear.  "Enjoy it.  Let
yourself go."

Pleasure shot through Richard's body every time James' dick rubbed that
spot in his ass.  His butthole itself was warm and sensitive, spreading its
own pleasure across his body.  His pole oozed pre-cum and sent more jolts
of pleasure through his body.  Richard stopped thinking and simply rode the
waves of pleasure building in his body.

James pounded Richard's butt harder and faster, his strokes growing
shorter.  Richard moaned as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his hard
dick bouncing across his belly.

James plunged into him, burying his pole deep in his bowel and holding it
there.  Richard heard the older boy gulping air as James' dick throbbed and
pulsed in his butt, shooting load after load of jizz into him.  He was so
close.  But he needed the other boy's help to get there.  "More!" he hissed
and reached for his pole.

Richard sat on the grass and stared down at his dick curving around his
balls.  His belly was covered with his cum.  James' cum leaked from his
asshole.  He was disgusted with himself - getting off with someone fucking
him.

"You've got a nice ass," James said from behind him, his finger tracing
Richard's spine.  "Really fuckable."

"I don't-" He turned to look at the other boy.  "Why'd you do it?"

"I wanted to.  And I thought you'd like it.  You did - every bit as much as
me."

"I-" Richard wanted to deny it, but he couldn't.  He had enjoyed James
fucking him.  "I don't want to be queer!" he cried and buried his face in
his hands.

"Who said you're queer, Richard Lee?  Any boy will enjoy getting fucked.
All he has to do is let himself go and go with the flow."

"How can that be?  You're queer if you suck dick or take one up the butt."

"Some scientist proved otherwise.  Kinsey - that was his name.  He showed
how men like all kinds of sex."

"Yeah?"

"Really."  James grinned.  "So, you're normal after all."  He pushed
himself to his feet.  "Come on.  Let's get dressed and go back to camp to
see what's happening."


I hope you've been enjoying Growing Up Sexual as well as the two stories
posted elsewhere in Nifty.  There's lots more to come.  If you enjoy my
writing, you can get a lot more of it in CASTING COUCH CONFESSIONS, the
first anthology I edited.  I wrote 3 of the 17 stories in that book and
edited the other 14 for things I like in a story.  In each story, there's
the same strong character development that you find here, a solid story,
and hot, horny sex.  You can buy CASTING COUCH CONFESSIONS using Nifty's
link to Amazon Books - and help Nifty at the same time.