Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 20:17:53 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter 16

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GROWING UP SEXUAL - Chapter 16 by Dave MacMillan

I still couldn't believe it.  First off, Clyde Lee himself called me at the
beginning of the week to ask me to come to his back to school party, then
Lindy Bennett who was my age called to give me the line I was supposed to
use with Mom.

Lindy was in my grade at school and, I had to admit, I wondered what he'd
look like with his clothes off every time I saw him.  We knew each other at
school and most of the social happenings that went on around Soul during
the year - from birthday parties to pool parties.  We were in the same
circle.  We just hadn't ever really paired off and become buddies.  I was
shocked speechless when I found out he was going to Auntie Clyde's end of
summer bash.  It made me start rethinking how I had seen him all these
years.

The line to the parents was that Lindy and I were going to go to Waycross
and catch the latest film and that his older brother Broughton was driving
us.  I didn't like lying to Mom but, at the same time, I now knew most
people in Soul had a good idea what Clyde Lee was about.  There weren't
many of them who would allow their 14 year old sons to go to his house.

I wanted to go to Clyde's party and I didn't.  I'd see and get to know boys
I'd drooled over.  I'd also see how many boys in my circle were willing to
be seen at a known homosexual's home - even if we were the only ones who
were going to know that we'd been there.  Both of those were great reasons
for going; they WERE the reasons why I was going.  Still, I didn't want it
getting back to boys who didn't go where I'd been.

I told mom the lie and was dressed and waiting on the front porch Friday
afternoon when Broughton and Lindy pulled into the driveway.  I got in the
back of the car and Broughton reached over to shake hands and introduce
himself formally.  He was slim, blond, and blue-eyed with the nicest tan.
I knew he'd worked in his daddy's bank most of the summer, so I wondered if
he got his tan at Clyde's.  Lindy was a strawberry blond younger version of
Broughton.

Lindy watched me suspiciously - just as I did him.  I sat on the edge of
the seat, my elbows on the back of the front seat and talked with both of
them.  I kept stealing glances at Broughton's crotch.  It looked big in his
bermuda shorts all scrunched up on his upper thighs to show it off.

Broughton was a senior and had been a regular at Auntie Clyde's for more
than 2 years.  He was introducing Lindy to Clyde's place and its charms.  I
wondered what kind of talks they'd had before Lindy was willing to check
things out and Broughton was willing to take him.

"I was evermore surprised when Clyde asked me to pick you up, Vic,"
Broughton said as we turned onto the Nichols Highway.  "I never heard of
him doing that before.  Do you know him well?"

"I've only been out to his place once and that's when I met him."

"You've been out there?"

"Yeah, last week.  Julian Head got me to go swimming with him-"

He nodded.  "I heard about that from Jimmy and Henry.  I heard that you'd
got yourself some too."

I blushed deeply.  Lindy turned to study me closely.  "You cornholed that
queer, Vic?" he asked.

"Things were going along pretty smooth," I allowed.

"I'll take you by his daddy's station one of these nights, Lindy," his
brother told him.  "He works the night shift there, and I hear he
entertains real well in the mechanic's bay."

"I don't know, Broughton - it still sounds queer to me."

"You're only queer if you're the one bending over, Lindy.  And then only if
it gets around.  Besides, a willing boy gets rid of your sexual tensions -
when you don't have a girl spreading her legs."

Lindy was still studying me.  "How was it, Vic?"

"It was great," I told him truthfully.  "There's nothing better than a
tight butthole to get off in."  There was, but I wasn't going to admit to
them that I really got off on having a big, hard one in my butthole.  Not
until I knew them better.  And, even then, I wanted to know the ground
rules before I did anything.

"You didn't feel dirty - you know, after?"

"We were in the pool-"

He pulled back, laughed, and punched my arm.  "Asshole!  You know what I
meant."

I sat back, further away from Lindy's fist and rubbed my shoulder.  The kid
packed a wallop.  "You mean did I feel sinful or something?"  He nodded.
"Naw.  He was enjoying it and I was too.  It felt good.  So, what was wrong
with it?"

"That's what I've been trying to make him understand, Vic," Broughton
grumbled.

"Yeah."  Lindy grinned at his older brother.  "And the next thing I'd know
would be that you wanted to stick your smelly old thing up my butt when
we're home and gone to bed."

Broughton grinned back.  "It's the best one you'd ever have, brat.  But
you're going to have to beg me for it now.  Otherwise, you'll just have to
do without."

The ice had been broken.  The three of us couldn't stop talking all the way
out to Clyde's.  In the back of my mind, I kept wondering if I could maybe
get into something with Lindy.  Or maybe his brother.  Broughton sure
seemed to fill his pants up in front.  And it had already been a month
since I was near Peter and John.  I had an itch and I knew what it took to
scratch it.  I just had to find a boy who knew how to keep his mouth shut.
Or I could throw my hands up in surrender, like Julian had.

There was one car in the driveway when we reached the house.  "Shit!"
Broughton grumbled.  "That Ronnie Varnadore is really looking for some
action."

"Is that his car?" Lindy asked.

"Yeah.  Wonder if old Clyde's gone down on him yet."  We parked beside
Varnadore's car and circled around the side of the house and came up on the
pool.

Clyde was lying on a chaise lounge with a sheaf of papers in one hand and a
pen in the other.  His knees were bent so he could write on the papers but
I could see that he was naked.  There was a boy with real black hair
swimming laps in the pool and he sure looked like he was naked too.  I
guessed he was Ronnie Varnadore.

I saw Julian lying on a beach towel on the other side of the pool.  He was
on his stomach and his bare butt looked inviting.

I guessed Auntie Clyde was enforcing his no clothes rule for the pool.  I
was going to see most of the boys I'd ever dreamed about naked.  I figured
I was going to have a lot of material to feed my jack off fantasies after
this afternoon.

I heard Lindy gulp and looked over at him.  "Jesus!" he growled as he
turned red.  "You weren't kidding, Broughton."

Broughton was grinning from ear to ear and he toed off his loafers and
reached for the hasp to his shorts.  "Shuck them, boys - if you want to
swim and be able to get into anything else that comes up."

I already knew the drill and started to get out of my clothes.  Lindy
watched his brother and me and I picked up on the fear in his eyes.  I
looked down and saw he was tenting his shorts.

Clyde had seen us and waved.  "House rules call for only nude swimming," he
called.

"You heard the man," Broughton told his brother as he shoved his shorts and
briefs off his buttocks and down onto his thighs.  He let them drop to the
ground and, naked, picked them up.  "Looks like Ronnie really is sniffing
around for ass," he mused.

"Yeah, he must have brought Julian out," I answered.

I had stayed even with him in getting out of my clothes.  I looked over at
Broughton as I bent over to pick up my clothes.  He was maybe 3 inches soft
and circumcised like I was.  But the head on his dick looked like it would
be a real monster when he got hard.  He stayed soft even as he reached down
to pull on his balls.  I was tumescent and fighting hard not to get any
harder.

I looked over at Lindy.  He stood in just his underwear and was tenting it
good.  He sighed and pushed them over his butt.  "You better protect my
butt, brother," he growled at his brother, "else I'm telling dad."

Broughton laughed and stepped over to tossle Lindy's hair.  I took that
moment to look the strawberry blond over, the part of him that I'd not seen
before.  He was maybe 5 inches long and not too thick.  He was circumcised
like Broughton and me.  He was hard.  And he only had a few wisps of dark
reddish gold hair around his dick.

We got closer to the pool.  Clyde's gaze zero-ed in on Lindy's erection.
Lindy realized it finally and turned the color of beets.  He brought both
hands out to cover himself.  "The queer's just gawking at my dick!" he
whispered.

Broughton laughed.  "That's just Auntie Clyde.  He's harmless.  He won't
touch you unless you ask him; but he's got lips that feel like velvet as
they work your dick.  He's a vacuum pump that'll drain you.  He can almost
turn a guy homo, he's so good."

"Jesus H. Christ!"  Lindy got slower as Broughton and I got closer to
Clyde.  We shook our host's hand but Lindy continued to hold back and keep
himself covered.  He stared at the three of us with occasional glances at
Julian lying there naked and ignoring us, like he was asleep.

"You know the rules," Clyde told us, pitching his voice a little louder so
Lindy heard him too.  "You can do anything you want to sexual - as long the
other person consents fully.  We don't judge what other people do.  Out
here we stay friends, no matter what.  That and whatever happens out here
stays just with us who are here.  We don't tell rumors on each other."

Lindy let out a whoop that would wake the dead and grabbed his brother.  He
buried his face in his chest and started taking deep breaths.  Broughton
and I looked around but I saw that Clyde was grinning from ear to ear
before I did.

Ronnie Varnadore stood where Lindy had been, laughing.  "Your brother's
sure got a nice plump little butt, Bennett.  Did you bring him out here to
learn how to use it?"  Ronnie was a tailback on Soul's high school football
team.  He was beefy and I was willing to bet there wasn't an ounce of fat
anywhere on him.  He had one big assed pecker and it was soft.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Broughton's hand begin to ball up.
So did Clyde Lee.  "Ronnie, I think you owe Lindy an apology."

"I was just funning him, Clyde."

"I know that.  Broughton knows that.  But Lindy doesn't.  You've got to
remember that, for a lot of the guys who'll be here this afternoon, this
will be their first time.  They'll have heard about what goes on and part
of them are going to be so scared they're ready to piss their pants.  Lindy
and Vic are just 2 of them.  Tone it down for a while until the new guys
get used to you, Ronnie."

He nodded and looked properly ashamed of himself.  He took a step closer to
Broughton and Lindy.  He reached out and touched the strawberry blond's
shoulder.  "Lindy, I'm real sorry about that.  I do a lot of dumb things
before I think about it and that keeps me in hot water and apologizing.
You heard what the man just said?  If anybody gets into something with
somebody else around here, it's because they both want it.  Otherwise,
Clyde would rip the guy's balls off and make him eat them."  Broughton's
fist relaxed.  "I was just joshing you, Lindy.  That's the way I am.  Will
you forgive me?"

Clyde touched my arm and jerked his head back towards the house.  I nodded
as Lindy wiped his eyes and turned to accept Ronnie's apology.

"Come on, you two.  I'll introduce Lindy to Julian.  Maybe he'll help us
make Lindy feel good."

I followed Clyde into the house as they surrounded Julian.  "I'm glad you
came, Vic," he said once we were inside, his hand finding its way to my
buttocks.  He smiled as I visually traced his arm down to rounded butt.  I
looked down at his dick and saw that it was filling out fast, its knob
filling out his loose foreskin.

Did I want this?  Clyde Lee was old - probably as old as mom was.  I'd
never done a man before, but he was a good looking man.  My dick was hard
and my butt started itching bad about 4 inches up inside.

"That feels good," I mumbled and wiggled my globes under his hand as I
reached for his dick.

"Let's go up to my bedroom then."

I turned to face him, my dick already hard.  "The others?"

He chuckled.  "I suspect Julian will be entertaining for a while.  Nobody
will know.  Come on."  Clyde Lee took my hand and I followed.

Clyde veered towards his bathroom when we entered his room; I went to the
window to see what was happening down at the pool.

Julian was up on all fours and Ronnie Varnadore was kneeling between his
legs, stroking his meat.  Broughton was trying to convince Lindy to walk up
in front of Julian so he could suck him.  I watched Ronnie give up on the
argument between the two Bennetts and shove himself all the way into
Julian's butt.  Julian must of groaned because both Broughton and Lindy
looked down at him.  Broughton shrugged and moved to stand in front of
Julian Julian took him down to the pubes.

I felt a hand on my butt spreading the cheeks apart.  A moment later, a
finger from Clyde's other hand found my hole and began spreading cool
greasy stuff around it.  "Have you ever been cornholed before, Vic?" he
asked.  I nodded.  "Good, I'm going to get you ready then.  Just relax."  I
felt the finger at my entrance punch inside me and dive deep.  I lay my
head on the window sill, shut my eyes, and relaxed.  I reckoned that Clyde
Lee ought to be able to give me my best fuck because he was a grown-up and
knew about things like that.

Moments later it was two fingers massaging my prostate and I was grinding
my butt against those fingers hard.  "You're a hungry boy, Vic," Clyde
whispered in my ear.  "I'm going to feed you like you've never been fed
before."  I felt him pull the two fingers out and something much wider come
up against my hole.  "Ready?"  I nodded and pushed down to welcome his dick
inside me.

My hard dick rode my belly and Clyde's pole was buried to the pubes in my
butt.  Beside the pool, Ronnie Varnadore was pounding Julian's ass like
there was no tomorrow.  Broughton grabbed the back of Julian's head and
shuddered as he pulled the boy's face down on him.

Clyde began to move inside me - long, slow, easy strokes.  Somehow, he got
his dick going in different directions with his every stroke - almost all
of them hitting that joy button of mine.  My balls quickly moved up to ride
my dick bouncing around on my belly. I held onto the window sill and rode
the waves of sex Clyde's dick was generating in me.  He was scratching my
itch real good.

"Oh, God!" came a scream from the pool.  I opened my eyes and looked.
Lindy was standing in front of Julian and had his tool swallowed in his
mouth.  He stared down at the back of Julian's head in total, complete
shock.  "Yeah!," he continued.  "Suck my dick!"

I smiled to myself as Clyde continued to rub my joy spot with each slow
stroke.  Lindy learned something today.  Wait until he finds out how good
this part of it is, though.  I lay my head back on the sill and let Clyde
Lee send me to heaven.

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Dave