Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 15:14:16 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter 17

I hope you're still enjoying the exploits of Vic, Julian and their friends.
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Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XVII by Dave MacMillan

I slipped into the pool, cum leaking out of my butt.  I looked to the edge
of the pool as I sank to my chest.  Nobody had seen me come out of the
house walking funny.  They were all around Julian, egging him on.  I was
glad no one had noticed me, but I felt ashamed of what was happening for
Julian's sake.

I wasn't ashamed of wanting cock and knowing what to do with it when I had
it.  I had just had the best sex I could remember having; I shot twice on
the wall which Clyde Lee hammered my butt.  I was homo - just like Julian
was.

What I was ashamed of was that only 3 people in Soul knew I was queer,
while most of the boys in town knew about Julian.  I was afforded the
decency of being taken to a room and, one on one, having my sex.  I chose
whom I had my sex with.  And my partner wasn't about to talk about me
behind my back.  What I was ashamed of was that, with Julian, everything
was different.  He was now fair game for anybody with a hard dick - because
of an accident of birth.

"Boy, that sure is wild having all those guys watching you while you
cornhole a queer boy."  Ronnie Varnadore had slipped into the pool beside
me.

"Who's doing the honors now?" I asked, putting on the friendly social mask
most people in Soul knew.

"I think Broughton is, while Julian sucks his little brother.  Everybody's
lined up for a piece of one or the other end-" He studied me for a second.
"Why're you over here?  Don't tell me you don't want a piece of free ass."

I smiled.  "I get it when it isn't so stretched out, Ronnie.  I like it
better that way."

He nodded.  "I guess you do at that.  That slut lives near you, doesn't
he?"

"Is he really a slut?"

"What do you mean, Vic?  He's over there taking on all comers.  Isn't that
being a slut?"

"Don't most boys come out here to Clyde's hoping to get laid?  At least to
get a blow job?"

"Yeah, that's what most of us who are regulars are looking for.  Last year,
it was that Donny Eason, this year, it's Julian.  If we're lucky, Clyde
plays our flute for us."

"Is there anything you regulars wouldn't do to get laid?"

Ronnie looked around the pool and saw everybody was still congregated
around Julian before he turned back to me.  "If we come out here enough, I
suppose we get to be pretty open minded.  Just between you and me, I'd give
a boy who was special a blowjob to get into his pants.  That's just trading
off - but I sure wouldn't do it in front of anybody."  He studied me
closely.  "You interested?"

"Just say I was - I'm not, but say I was ... why couldn't we do it here?"

He bit his lip.  "Because I respect myself too much, Vic, to have public
sex.  I want to hold my head up at school Monday when classes start."  He
forced a grin to his lips.  "And I'd have my balls cut off if anyone knew I
fucked Sallie Jual McMillan's boy."

I stared at him.  "Really?"  He nodded.  "Who'd do that?"

"Clyde for starters.  Broughton for another.  I'd guess about half the boys
here today - they'd all have their scout knives out ready to do the honors
if I carried you across that line.  We could do it and nobody'd care; we'd
just have to be quiet about it."

"These other boys-?"

"You know them," he growled, starting to move away.  "They're your kind of
people.  They don't take kindly to people forgetting their place."

I stood there, up to my neck in cool water and letting Clyde's load drain
out of my butt.  I'd known Julian Head for almost as long as I'd been
alive; for the life of me, I couldn't see where he was so different from
me.

I heard shouts and splashing, and it pulled me away from trying to
understand why people were treated different.  Julian was pushing himself
off the grass and looked sort of unsure of himself as he stood up.  Most of
the boys had hit the pool, rinsing off the rigors of sex.  They were
feeling good, laughing and yelling at each other.

"Get your finger out of me, Joe!" Lindy groaned quietly from beside me.  I
glanced his way and he was standing with Joe Phillips, the son of the
Baptist preacher.  They were about 5 feet from me.  Neither one of them
were paying any attention to anybody around them.  I could see that Lindy
was hard under the water.

"You coming over to spend the night?" Joe asked.

"I don't know," Lindy groaned, trying to pull away but Joe's hand held his
thigh.

"You know you want to."

"I'm not like that."  Lindy wiggled his hips.  His eyes looked a little
glazed to me.  "I'll come."

Joe smiled wolfishly and his fingers formed a fist around Lindy's dick.  He
stroked it once before pulling back from him.

Clyde called everybody to the grill and I realized just how good cooking
hamburgers could smell.  My tummy growled in anticipation.

Joe climbed out of the pool and I saw his dick for the first time.  He
wasn't hard but he was only a couple of steps from being there.  His
foreskin was pulled halfway up the knob.  He was bigger than me - almost as
big as Julian or Richard.  From what I'd heard a few moments earlier, Lindy
Bennett was going to have himself a good time at the parsonage tonight.

I realized then that Lindy was looking at me.  He was also about as red as
a boy could get.  "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered slowly.  "This place is sure wild."

"It sure isn't a place you're likely to bring your mom," I agreed.

"People could get the wrong idea about a boy quick out here," he mumbled,
looking around the pool and seeing that we were the only ones left in the
water.  "I guess we'd better get something to eat."

"Might as well," I agree.  "My stomach's already growling."

Lindy was still hard from whatever he and Joe had been up to earlier.  I
took my time getting out of the pool and let him go ahead of me.  He had a
nice dick but a nicer butt.

I got in line for a hamburger and, a moment later, Julian crept in behind
me.  He smelled of sweat and cum.  His hair was plastered to his forehead
and there were grass stains on his knees.  "Go hit the pool, Julian," I
told him.  "Rinse off the sweat at least."

"You think I need to?"

I laughed.  "Boy, you smell like a cheap whore.  Go on, I'll hold your
place for you."

* * *

It wasn't long after we'd eaten that Broughton found me.  "Lindy wants to
leave, Vic.  Are you ready?"  I was sitting down and was at eye level with
his dick.  It was about half hard and did have a big-assed mushroomed knob.
I felt the itch up my butt as I stared at it.  When I looked up at his
face, he was smiling.  He knew where my gaze had been.

"Sure, why not?"  I pushed myself to my feet.  Across the pool from us, Joe
Phillips was lifting Julian's legs to his shoulder.  I saw Lindy over by
the clothes then.  He was watching Joe and Julian and didn't look too
happy.

I started to follow Broughton towards our clothes.  "I thought I'd take
Lindy home first, Vic - he seems upset about something and I'd thought I'd
let him have a chance to work it out."

I knew what he was suggesting.  I didn't have any problems with it; but I
was going to make damned sure I didn't just put out for him.  I wasn't
about to be anybody's sex toy, like Julian.

"Could you do that shit?" Lindy asked when we were in the car.  "That boy
is such a slut!"

"Not in a million years," I growled quickly.

Broughton was more philosophical.  "Over the next 4 years, you're going to
know a lot of boys-"

"Not like that I won't!"

"No, not like that.  You're going to meet a lot of boys and they all get
hard.  You'll even get to know most of them that go out to Auntie Clyde's.
Some of those will suck you off if you want it, a few will let you cornhole
them.  It's just sex, Lindy.  That's all it is, two boys releasing some
energy because there isn't a girl around to help them out.  You just don't
go public like Julian has.  He's queer.  He did that today because he wants
dick.  That's where the difference lies.  You can fuck him like we did
earlier and then go out on a date like I am tonight."

"I think I'll just jack off from here on out."  Lindy looked out the window
as we drove towards town.  "It's safer that way."

"We'll talk about it more when I get home from my date."

I watched Lindy's neck flush.  "I'm spending the night over at Joe's,
Broughton - maybe tomorrow night?"

"Sure.  I'm going to drop you off first, Lindy.  I want to go downtown and
Vic's house is on the way to town from where we live."  Lindy shrugged and
we all fell silent until the car pulled into their driveway.

Lindy hopped out and started for the house.  "See you Monday," I called
after him and he waved without looking back.

"Want to come up front, Vic?" Broughton asked.

I decided to act dumb.  After I'd changed seats and we'd pulled away from
the Bennett's house, Broughton looked over at me.  "I've never heard of
Clyde Lee making travel arrangements for a boy, including setting up an
excuse for him.  You must know him real well."

"I only saw him once before - last week when Julian took me out to his
place."

"Yeah?  What did you do?"

"We fucked Julian.  Then the Weeks twins showed up and, while they were
showing Julian a good time, Clyde drove me home."

"That's all that happened?"  I nodded.  "You went up to his bedroom with
him today, didn't you?"  I noticed he was rubbing his crotch as we drove.
I also realized we'd taken the road out to Johnson Lake.

I laughed.  "How would you know that?" I asked.  "You were real busy
feeding your dick to Julian.  I was watching you."

"You ever done anything with another boy?" he asked.  I saw he was getting
hard.  I had an itch in my butt bad.

"Have you?"

He grinned.  "I've cornholed a few boys - they all enjoyed it."

I made my face light up like realization had just hit me over the head with
a 2 X 4.  "You want to - to do that to me?" I yelped.

"You'd love it."  He glanced over at me and smiled.  "I'm told I'm real
good.  And everybody I've done shot a load."

"I'd be just like Julian then, the moment the word got around."  I kept
stealing glances at the front of his shorts to let him know I was
interested.

"No way, Vic.  Julian's trash.  Did you see him out there?  With you,
nobody's going to know.  We'd just be helping each other out when we get
together like now."

"He sure acted like he was enjoying himself - and it feels real good to be
doing the cornholing."

"He was.  Just like you will.  You'll be shooting a load before you know
it."

"I don't know.  You're big down there.  That's got to hurt-"

"Naw.  I've got vaseline in the glove box.  We'll lube you up so good that
I'll be all the way inside you before you even know it."

I looked around at the open fields we were passing.  "There sure isn't any
place around here where we could that," I grumbled.

"I know just the place - about a mile from here.  There's a little path up
among the trees overlooking the lake - one you can drive up into."

I chewed on my lip as he continued driving, like I was really thinking this
through.  He kept glancing over at me.  I was still chewing on my lip when
he turned onto a firebreak and began to follow it into the trees.

"You know," I offered slowly, "maybe we ought to just suck on each other's
wieners.  We'd both get off that way-"

Broughton snorted.  "If I suck your dick, Vic, I'm going to have a piece of
your ass, too."

"You'll suck me off, though, won't you?"  He nodded.  I figured I'd got the
best deal I was going to get out of Broughton Bennett.  It was enough that
I knew he'd keep his mouth closed, even with his brother.  I reckoned Lindy
was going to find out what a hard dick felt like in his butt tonight.  And
I was beginning to think my strawberry blond classmate was going to end up
as my regular sex partner.

"Okay," I agreed just as Broughton pulled in among some pine trees and
killed the engine.

"I got us a blanket in the trunk, he said as he started for the back of the
car.  "Go ahead and start getting out of your clothes."

I was pushing my underwear down my thighs when Broughton reached me.  He
sidled up to me and his hand went to my nearest buttcheek as I stepped out
of my underwear.  "If I liked boys a little more, I could really go for
you, Vic.  You've got one fine looking body."

"Do you like boys?" I demanded, standing up and staring right into his
eyes.  Broughton Bennett like boys?  Unbelievable.

He chuckled.  "One of these days Clyde will probably hold another of his
sexology classes.  He quotes 2 doctors - Masters and Johnson - to prove
that we're all sort of bisexual.  Some of us are more one way than the
other."

"And you believe him?" I asked.

"Yeah.  Walking up from the car, I sure got hard looking at your ass and
knowing I was going to get some of it.  Most of the time, though, it's
girls that get me hard."  His eyes dropped to my dick.  "Jesus!  You're a
big boy!"

"Smaller than you."

"Not much - maybe an inch.  And I'm 3 years older than you.  You sure have
Lindy beat in that department."  He reached down and his fingers gently
encircled my hard shaft.  "Thinking of someone I know?" he asked and
grinned.  "I hope it's me."

I smiled at him and didn't say a word.

"Why don't you spread the blanket for us while I get as comfortable as you
are?"

"Give it here."

I opened the blanket slowly and shook out the wrinkles without looking back
at him.  I bent over to lower it on the pine needles.  Broughton moved
behind me, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed his erection into the
upper valley of my crack.  I stood up and leaned back against him.  I felt
his big knob press against the small of my back.  "Later," I told him,
wiggling my fanny against his pubes.

"Why?  You want it as much as I do and sucking's just the foreplay anyway."
He began to hump my crack with his pole, and I had to admit that what he'd
said was making a lot of sense to me.

I sighed and forced myself to think.  "Because I'm not going to end up like
Julian," I told him.  "I'm going to choose who I let have me, and they're
going to want it enough that they prove they can keep quiet about it.  If
you suck me off, Broughton, you're not likely to start rumors about me."

"You want a blow job and I can cornhole you then?"  I nodded as his pole
continued to trawl my crack.  "Did you let Clyde have a piece of you out at
his place?"

"So what if he did?" I asked, turning to look over my shoulder into his
face.

He grinned.  "I thought so.  We might not need this then," he said and held
up a jar of Vaseline.  "Lie down on the blanket, Vic."

"Why?"

"I'm going to suck you dry and, then, I'm going to fuck you so good you'll
never want anybody else putting their dick in your butt."

I grinned as I dropped to my knees on the blanket, all pretence forgotten
now that we were at the point of getting it on.  "You're sure cocky this
afternoon, Broughton."  I turned around and lay back, watching him through
my legs.  "Come and get it, big boy," I told him, still grinning up at him
and licking my lips at the size of his hard-on.

Broughton got to his knees and spread my legs so that he could lean between
them.  "Yours is only the second one I've gone down on, Vic.  And the only
one like mine, but I'm going to try to give you the best blow job you've
ever had."  He leaned over and cupped his tongue around the bottom of my
dick.  He lick up until he'd reached my knob.

I groaned with pleasure as his lips encircled the head of my dick.  My
balls already rode my pole in anticipation.  He buried his nose in my pubes
with my knob pushing on his tonsils.  He began to bob, his tongue formed
into a chute sliding roughly from the head of my dick down to my root.

It didn't take me long before I was pumping my jizz past his tonsils.  He
held all of me in him as I unloaded, his lips plastered against my pubes.
I pushed his face away, shuddering at the near pain in my dick and balls.
"For a second timer, you're pretty good."

He sat back on his haunches and grinned.  "I've had some pretty good
teachers the last couple of years," he said.  "And I learned early on to
let just about anybody show me how he sucked dick."

He opened the jar and set it down next to my hip.  "Now, it's my turn."  He
lifted my legs, bending them at the knees, and used his forearm to push
them against my chest.  I was exposed; I squeezed my sphincter closed and
opened it to wink at him.  "That looks nice, Vic - ready for my hot rod,
too."

He opened the jar and scooped up a dab of vaseline.  "Let's lube you up a
little down here.  I want you to enjoy every moment of this."  He spread
the dab on the tip of his finger around my entrance and began to press
against my opening.  His finger slid in easily.

He pursed his lips and then nodded.  "Earlier this afternoon with Clyde
wasn't your first time, was it?"

I shrugged.  I wanted his dick in me, not me answering questions about sex
I'd had.  Broughton walked his knees up to the back of my buttocks to get
into position.  He quickly guided his pole to my hole and pulled his finger
out.  I wiggled my butt in welcome when I felt his wide knob against me.
"Do it," I mumbled, looking up into his eyes.  "Give it to me."

My eyes bulged as he shifted position and began to lean into me.  Nothing
in my life had ever been as wide and thick as his knob as it pushed against
my ring.  My eyes threatened to pop out of my head as it began to spread my
sphincter open.  I remembered to push down to open myself up but, even
then, I was barely open enough for his dick to get in.

I stared at his hard stomach between my spread legs, the bed of curly blond
pubes, and the couple of inches of his dick I could see.  I wondered if I'd
ever have a butthole I could use again even as I wanted to see his belly
pressing against my buttocks.

Something inside me readjusted and the head of his pole popped inside me,
stretching my bowel now as my sphincter gripped the shaft of his dick as it
pushed deeper into me.  Shutting my eyes, I grabbed his hips and held on as
he worked the rest of himself into me.

It wasn't exactly pain that I felt as Broughton Bennett was entering me,
but it wasn't exactly pleasure, either.  It was more shock as his hard meat
pushed into and then rode over my nerve endings.  And it was desire.  I
wanted his big dick in my butt.  I wanted it fucking me.  I wanted to feel
it moving inside me.  I was anticipating the pleasure it would give me.

I sighed when I felt his pubic hairs tickle my ballsac.  His pole inside me
made me feel full, but I didn't feel stretched out of shape any more.  I
ground my body on his dick inside me and opened my eyes.  My hands cupped
his buttcheeks and I grinned up at him.  "Do it," I mumbled. My dick got
hard.

Broughton began to move - inch after inch out of me, inch after inch into
me. He seemed to generate waves of pleasure in me faster than any one else
had - maybe it was the width of his knob.  Maybe it was that he was that
good of a lover.  Maybe it was just Broughton.  I was taking off before the
head of his dick got back to my sphincter on his first stroke.  I was fully
airborne by the time that monster knob was massaging my joy spot the second
time.

"You're so tight, Vic," he groaned.  "And I'm so close."  I didn't want it
to end, not this quick.  But his strokes became shorter and faster.  He
sounded like a freight train.  My dick was bouncing around on my belly,
leaving little puddles of pre-cum wherever it hit.

Broughton's eyes glazed over as he continued to pound my butt.  His sweat
dropped on me, joining my own and the puddles of pre-cum.  I was close.
"More!" I growled.

He slammed into me and held there, every muscle in his body stiffening as
his dick throbbed inside me.  "Keep going!" I growled again.  "Just a
little more, Broughton.  Get me off.  I'm almost there."

I felt his pole begin to pull back towards my sphincter.  His body
shuttered as he pushed back into me.  "I can't," he gasped and stopped
moving.  "Jerk yourself off - shit!  I'm so wiped out."  He collapsed on
top of me.

I started moving his butt so his stomach was rubbing my dick.  "Help me," I
moaned and started to grind my butt on his dick.  I was trying to recapture
the high I'd had only moments before.  Between his movement against me and
my grinding my butt on his dick, I got off.

After we'd caught our breath, I looked at him.  "I like to cum too," I told
him.

"You're the first boy who ever wanted to cum with me cornholing him,
Vic. You're the first one who stayed hard when I had my dick in him-"

"So you didn't even think about me getting off?"

He moved to where his clothes were.  "I sucked you off.  I guess I thought
that would be enough.  You got your nut, then I went after mine."  He
started pulling on his underwear.

"If I ever let you in my pants again, Broughton, you'd better try to get me
off while you're in me," I told him angrily.  I felt dirty somehow.  Like
it had been just his fuck; that I hadn't mattered except to provide the ass
for him to shoot into.  At that moment, I was pretty sure that I'd never
let him near my butt again.

"I wasn't thinking, Vic.  I'm sorry."  He grinned and started pulling on
his shorts.  "Now, that I know what you want, I'll really give you the best
fuck you've ever had next time."

I reached for my underwear.  "I think I ought to go home now."