Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 20:01:00 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXIX - young friends

Growing up Sexual - Chapter XXXI - by Dave MacMillan

Wow!  So many chapters!  So many quarts of youthful, Southern come erupted
from hard dicks!  When I first started this thing, I really had no plans
for it beyond Vic deciding to turn up his arse for a small group of
friends.  Somehow, Vic and the lads of Soul GA have become more than just a
quick shag.  I have to admit that I enjoy developing their personalities as
well.  Vic is pretty well established as "gay", even tho that tag didn't
exist in the late 50s.  I can't help but wonder, however, if Vic and his
mates from south GA may have overstayed their welcomes.

This is where you come into the picture (besides just reading, that is).  I
need for you to let me know if you have grown tired of these lads and this
story of their growing up.  Does Vic settle for a relationship with the
Baptist preacher's son - with an occasional side with Richard and Billy and
with Broughton and Lindy?  Of course, I'd have to close out the story lines
that include Julian, the Weeks twins, and Ronnie - but one chapter could do
that.  Or I could take Vic to his one true love (well - his first true
puppy love anyway) and involve Glenda Faye in that.  And, somewhere in
there, good old Charlie's story needs to be completed, as does Clyde's.

I need you to tell me what you want to happen with Growing Up Sexual.  Let
me hear from you at vichowel@aol.com - your opinion counts for me.

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As I woke up, Joe was spooned up against me, my dick buried in his butt
from last night's last bout of love making.  I raised up on my elbow and
slipped the sheet down to our feet so that I could look at all of the boy
who'd become so much a part of me the past 5 months.

He was hard, his thick 9 inches jutting up out of his bush and hugging his
belly.  The skin had pulled back from the knob, exposing it completely.  I
smiled down at him as my fingertips moved up to his shoulder and began to
caress his arm.  Joe loved to fall asleep with me completely packed inside
him.  And he loved to wake up to me still there so he could grind his fanny
on my 8 inches until he shot his first load of the morning.  Then he wanted
me to fuck him so that we both could get off.  The weekends were his and he
wanted his butt to stay full.  That was only on Friday nights and Saturday
mornings, however, when we had the weekend to sleep over.

Weekdays, I'd stop by the parsonage on my way home.  Joe usually had first
call on our action the moment we were in his room and he'd locked his door
and, most of the time, that meant that I stripped fast, lay back on his bed
and raised my legs in invitation.  After we'd both come from him fucking me
and after we'd both rubbed our lips raw smooching, we'd roll over and I'd
give him as good as I'd got.  Increasingly though, I was getting off in Joe
twice to every one time he got off in me.

We were lying in my bed Saturday morning; Joe had spent the night.

I'd decided the freckles across his pug nose were really cute when he
ground his fanny against my belly and balls.  "Do it, Vic," he mumbled
without opening his eyes.  His hand moved down over his stomach and its
fingers wrapped around his dick.  Mine got harder instantly.

"Do what?" I whispered as I leant forward and nibbled at his neck.

"Fuck my ass!" he growled under his breath and ground his butt against me
harder.  His eyes were still closed as he began slowly to stroke himself
and move on me.

I pulled out of him until only the head of my dick was in him and waited.

"Shit!" he hissed and shoved back on me, taking all of me.  "Stop playing
and give me what I need," he said, opening his eyes and looking at me over
his shoulder.

"You sure?" I asked playfully.

"Yeah.  Give it to me now, Vic.  I need it bad."

My fingers moved across his hip and onto his hard belly until they were in
his pubes and I could curl them around his meat.  Taking over jacking him
off, I began to move in and out of him.  Joe Phillips sighed.  "Like that,"
he mumbled and his whole body shuddered as I slammed into him.

Joe turned his hip slightly towards me and lifted his leg over mine so that
his heel rode my buttcheeks as I plowed him.  He was wide open.  His
shoulders were squarely on the bed and he was looking up at me.  His hand
came up and cupped my neck, pulling me to him.  Our lips touched and his
tongue leapt to penetrate and conquer mine.  I pumped his dick slowly,
unconsciously synchronising my hand's movement with my thrusts into his
butt.

The room fell out of focus, dwindling into nothingness.  My world quickly
focused into one that was only my mouth and tongue, my fist on his dick,
and my dick and the tight sheath that was Joe Phillips' ass that it moved
through.  Nothing else existed for me except my drive towards orgasm.
Stars nova-ed and planets collided in me and around me - the totality of
existence - as my balls tightened and began to ride the shaft of my pole.

I was only dimly aware of his soft moans and of my own as my hips pistoned
faster and faster.  Our tongues continued to meet in a dance of their own.
And nothing else mattered except the growing tidal wave in my balls and the
tight warmth through which my dick moved.

I tried to hold back the wave spreading out over me from my balls.
Something primeval inside me wanted to stay at just the cusp that preceded
orgasm, to ride that wave crashing over me and through me forever.  But
instinct pushed me harder and faster.  My fist pumped his meat.

Suddenly I was past the cusp and falling into orgasm.  My dick battered
Joe's exposed, open butt, my pubes grinding against the tender insides of
his buttcheeks as my jizz erupted.  The muscles in his ass began to squeeze
my dick, milking it, and he was shooting his load onto his chest and my
hand.  Our tongues broke away from their duel and lolled as we fell back on
the bed, trying to catch our breaths.

We lay together, connected as we had been when we woke, and slowly came
back to earth.  Both of us were covered with a sheen of sweat.  He smiled
over at me and wiggled his buttcheeks against my crotch as my dick softened
and began to slide out of him.

Joe's hand moved towards my face and his fingertip touched and then began
to trace my jaw.  "That was so good, Vic."  He chuckled as a new thought
struck him.  "I think I'd like to have you in me every time we do it."

I looked down at his dick.  It had begun to soften too, but the knob still
rose proudly beyond my fist.  "I sort of like the feel of you in me too," I
told him, feeling strangely uncomfortable - like, somehow, I was about to
lose something I'd got used to and enjoyed completely.  I sat up and turned
so I was looking down along his whole body.

There were freckles on his dickskin.  I hadn't noticed them and I'd known
his pole intimately for the past 5 months.  I realized that he was watching
me study him.  Our gaze met.

"Joe, I'm not sure I'd be happy with that," I told him finally.

"You don't like fucking me?"

"Of course I do.  It's not that.  It's just that I like the feel of you in
me too.  I want both."

He chuckled.  "Don't get me wrong, Vic.  I like the feel of your ass
wrapped around my best feature.  It's just that it feels so much better -
no ..."  He frowned.  "More complete is probably a better description of
how I feel when you're doing me."  He looked down his body at his dick, his
face becoming serious.  "It's like - maybe - I should've been a girl but
got the wrong equipment or something when things were being handed out.  It
feels perfect when I've got you inside me-" He looked up to meet my gaze.
"When I'm inside you, it just feels good.  There's a real difference there.
It just doesn't sound right when I try to explain it."

I let go of his dick and moved my fingertips along the crease between his
leg and his ballsac.  He spread his legs to give me free access to him.  "I
think I understand," I told him.  "We'll work it out so that we both enjoy
it."

Joe glanced at my clock on the bedside cabinet.  "It's getting late," he
groaned.  "I'd better get a move on or mom will be blowing the horn in your
driveway in half an hour."

"You ought to be able to stay the whole weekend," I grumbled as I pulled my
hand back and stood up.  I reached over to the bedside cabinet and picked
up my glasses.

"I'm the Baptist preacher's son in this town, Vic.  It's my duty to be at
the church this afternoon to show the little kids how to be good boys and
girls-" Grinning, he grabbed his meat and wagged it at me.  "And then I've
got to go to Sunday School and church.  And behave myself at some old
biddy's house because the preacher's family is invited to Sunday dinner.
Then there's evening services.  Besides, you're not a Baptist, so you're
sort of a bad influence to have around on Saturday afternoons and Sundays."
He laughed and pushed himself off the bed.  "I might learn something
naughty from a heathen like you."

I laughed.  "Fortunately, mum didn't buy into all that crap when we still
had Howard around.  I got enough of the religious bullshit as it was - from
the Methodist side - without all the pretend shit you've got to go
through."

"Yeah, your mom would never make a good Baptist wife.  She's got brains and
is willing to let everybody see them working.  Just count your lucky stars
that you've got her."

I nodded, serious suddenly.  "I do," I mumbled.  "Everyday."

He grinned suddenly.  "You've got a real nice body, Vic - and that dick of
yours ..."

I felt my face warm.  "You want me to start wearing a grocery bag over my
head so you don't see that?" I asked, keeping it light.

"You're a good looking guy, Vic," he answered, his voice turned serious.
"You're especially good looking after you're in bed and have those glasses
off."

I felt my face really heat up then.  "I've got to wear them to see," I said
defensively.

"I hear they've come out with contacts now-" He smiled at me and came in
close to nuzzle my cheek.  "With those, my baby would look good all the
time."

"We'd better get dressed," I told him, changing the subject.  "Else your
mom will be finding her baby as naked as the day he was born."

He laughed and grabbed his dick.  "I think I've grown a bit since then.
But you're right."  He started looking around the bed, throwing his shorts
and t-shirt on top of it before he finally found his underpants.  I found
mine and slipped them on.

After we had dressed, I reached the door first.  It was only then that I
realized it stood ajar.  I suddenly felt clammy.  I remembered that I
hadn't locked it when we'd come up to bed last night but could have sworn
that I'd shut it.  I didn't say anything to Joe, I didn't want to worry
him.  But I found myself wondering if mum had looked in on us.  I tried not
to think about what would happen if she had.

* * *

I walked Joe out to his car and put up with her inviting me to church like
she or Dr. Phillips did every weekend.  I liked them well enough.  And some
of my best friends went to their church.  But I knew that, even though mum
had put Howard out of the house and he'd left town, I was still the
Methodist preacher's boy to a lot of the people who attended First Baptist.
Dunking me in their baptism pool would be the crowning glory for some of
them.

Besides, I didn't see where I needed weekly doses of religion.  I already
knew enough about Christianity to know it had started more wars than even
Islam.  Instead of the Baptist thing of keeping women barefoot and
pregnant, I had my mum to show me that girls were just as smart as men -
and as capable.

The phone was ringing when I walked back into the house.  I ran back to the
kitchen and started to pick it up.  I remembered the open door to my
bedroom then and suddenly felt sick.  I let it ring three more times,
wishing whoever it was would give up and hang up.  They didn't.  I picked
up on the fourth ring.  "Hello-" I said hesitantly, praying it wasn't mum.

"Vic?"  I didn't recognize the adult male voice at first, though it did
sound familiar.

"Yeah?"

"Clyde Lee here, Vic - are you all right?"

I relaxed.  "Yeah.  Why?"

"Your mother called me a little while ago.  She knows-"

"She - she knows?" I mumbled.  My stomach was doing flip flops and bile was
boiling up in my throat.  I felt weak.

"She said she stuck her nose into your room this morning."  I sensed the
hesitancy in Clyde's voice.  "You and Joe Phillips really ought to be more
careful."

"Oh, God!"  I was going to shit my pants.  I just knew it.  I clenched my
hole closed and crossed my legs tight.  The knot in my gut slipped up my
intestine into my stomach.  I was going to throw up big time right here on
the kitchen floor.  Jesus!  How could I have been so stupid.  No more Joe.
No more friends.  It'd be all over town I was queer.  I was going to be
lucky if I even had a home after mum got home from work.

"She asked me if you and I had done anything, Vic-"

"She did?" I gulped.

"I told her we hadn't."  He paused.  "I need you to back me up on this,
Vic," he said softly, his voice intense.  "I'd be facing years in prison if
tell her different."

"I won't," I mumbled, shock beginning to spread through me.  "I - I
... Clyde, can I come to stay with you?"

"I think the shit isn't going to hit the pan here, Vic - she sounded pretty
calm when we were talking.  But - yeah - if she blows up, you've got a
place to stay until things work out."

"Okay."

"Your momma's a pretty cool lady, Vic.  Things are going to be okay."

"Yeah," I told him and wished that I could believe it.

"Call me if you need me, okay?"

"Yeah."  I closed my eyes.  "Bye," I told Clyde Lee and wondered if my
farewell was forever.  It felt like it.  I was starting to imagine what
it'd feel like to die.

"Hi, Vic, honey," a voice greeted me.  I turned white as a sheet - I could
feel the blood draining out of my face.  I turned slowly.  "Have you eaten
anything yet?" Mrs. Yokum asked as she set her pocketbook on the kitchen
counter.

"No, ma'am," I managed.  "But I don't feel so good," I mumbled as I turned
towards the back of the house.  "I - I think I'll go back up to my room and
lie down."

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