Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 10:47:20 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXVII

GROWING UP SEXUAL - Chapter 27 - Dave MacMillan

It's June already - wow!!!!  For those of you who want to read more of my
writing and don't mind paying a few dollars to do so, three anthologies I
edited are to be released next month - SKIN FLICKS II, RENT BOYS, and FRESH
MEN CLUB, all from Companion Press.  SKIN FLICKS II is about boys in the
porn industry, RENT BOYS is about lads who do it for money, and FRESH MEN
CLUB is about young lads learning to enjoy their bodies with a friend.  You
can pre-order at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.  If you're going to Amazon or
B&N, be sure you use my name - David MacMillan.  Those guys don't know who
Vic Howell is.

By the way, I understand you can still get copies of Casting Couch
Confessions - that was the first anthology I edited.

Young Vic is going to take a breather.  After all, there are more boys in
Soul GA than just Vic Howell.

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Joe Phillips was five ten and had a full face that had more freckles
standing out on its alabaster skin than a guy could count.  His hair was
black and curly and his brown eyes always danced with some kind of inner
mischief.  He was a cute boy who radiated fun with his every breath.

He was the son of the preacher at the big Baptist church in town.  He'd
been pretty much into manipulating people to do what he wanted - that's how
he'd got Lindy Bennett to turn his naked butt up.  Even so, it was damned
easy to like Joe.  It was even easier to do so after Auntie Clyde,
Broughton, Lindy, and Ronnie taught him his little lesson.  Only, after
that, the boy seemed to go sexless.  He didn't go out to Clyde's anymore,
and there was a palpable distance between him and his friends.

Joe had one abiding interest that overrode school and his friends.  He was
a wireless operator who got his jollies talking to people in Australia and
the U.K.  He dreamed of talking to a German or a Russian.

None of his friends knew anything about radios or televisions or, even,
stereos - even though many of them had one or more of them.  Joe Phillips
could take them apart and fix them blindfolded - and put them back together
again.  Sometime around Halloween, he'd started talking about this "Aussie
bloke" he'd run across from Melbourne.  His friends rolled their eyes and
forced themselves to listen as Joe'd started in on his latest radio buddy.

Every couple of days his friends would get a new snippet about his Aussie.
The lad was in university.  He was thinking about taking a year off and
touring the States or, maybe, taking a year of university here.  Joe's
friends cared very little what the Australian did; they were having enough
problems with Mrs. Bass' freshman English class and wondering if they would
be able to score Glenda Faye Woods at Richard's Thanksgiving bash.

Joe's birthday was the Saturday the week after Thanksgiving that year.  He
was out of school on that Thursday and showed up the next day with a good
looking guy with blond hair that was longer than Jerry Lee Lewis'.  He was
wearing loose-fitting cords that said loudly that the boy did not belong in
Soul.  He was the "Aussie bloke" Joe'd been running on with on his wireless
for the past few months.

As soon as the word got about, every girl in the school descended on the
poor boy from Australia.  They couldn't get enough of his accent.  The boy
just smiled and said a few words in that incomprehensible speech of his and
the girls were swooning.  Most of the boys quickly became possessive of
what they perceived as theirs and many of the crackers got downright
belligerent.

Angus MacGregor accompanied Joe through that Friday's classes, even the
teachers had gone as ga ga as the girls and forgot they were supposed to be
giving us tests and homework and teaching us.  Joe Phillips had become the
king of Soul by the time school had let out that afternoon and Angus
MacGregor was his Sir Lancelot.

That night they sat in Joe's room in the house the church provided its
pastor on the bed they were going to share through the weekend.  Reverend
Phillips was due back Saturday night from the revival he'd been preaching
in Soperton the last week - just in time for his son's birthday party.  Joe
still couldn't believe he had Angus beside him.

The Aussie was one of the disembodied voices he'd spoken with on his radio
but he was now right there in that room with him.  He was a boy from far
away - even from beyond the boundaries of the whole United States of
America.  And he'd come to Soul to spend the weekend with Joe.  Angus was
the embodiment of everything Joe had ever dreamed - he was the outside.  He
wasn't Alma and he wasn't his father's religion.  He was alien.  And Joe
couldn't stop wondering just how alien he was.

Joe hadn't been able to keep his eyes off Angus through dinner earlier,
watching how he used his utensils and how he ate.  He'd found himself
wondering if Australian boys looked like American boys when they were
butt-naked, if they only had two balls and one cock like he did.

Joe hadn't allowed himself to think much about cocks and balls since he was
being gangbanged in Clyde's bedroom.  He vigorously rooted out every memory
of how good it felt to be inside Lindy and how it'd felt even better to
have Broughton and Ronnie pounding his butt.

He hadn't thought much about sex since that day in September because those
kinds of thoughts were supposed to be sinful.  At least, they were supposed
to lead to sin.  And being queer was definitely sinful.  He sure as hell
had liked what a dick in his butt had been doing for him.  The only kind of
sin that he'd let himself have since was what he did to himself with his
hand.

Joe had had a long-running battle with himself on that one.  For the
longest time, he'd check his palm every morning to see if it was beginning
to grow hairs on it.  But he'd finally been able to convince himself that
it felt good when he put his hand on his hard member and jacked himself off
- and he wasn't hurting anybody when he did it.  AND he wasn't being queer
doing it either.

If it felt good and nobody got hurt, then, he told himself that God wasn't
going to mind.  Over the past two years he'd told himself that enough times
he'd finally come to believe it.  It was his guiding principle when it came
to sin.

As they sat on his bed that Friday night, Joe wondered if Australians
jacked off.  He decided he'd better not ask Angus about that though.  There
were so many things he wanted to know.

Angus pulled off his shirt and threw it on a chair.  "I usually sleep in
the buff, mate," the Aussie announced with a shiteating grin - but I'll
stay in my knickers if you'd prefer."

It took Joe long moments to decipher the accent and understand the words.
He blushed when he had.  "Maybe you'd better," he answered and pulled his
eyes from Angus' broad chest and the biggest nipples he'd ever seen.  He
wished he wasn't wondering what the Aussie looked like in the buff.  He
decided he was going to have a long prayer session with God after Angus was
on the bus to Athens and the university Sunday afternoon.

"You have a regular girl, Joe?"

"Naw."  He blushed at the admission and figured Australians were dicking
girls as soon as they could get it up and do something with it.  He
wondered if all the things his daddy said God wanted applied only to
Americans.

"Don't tell me a good lookin' mate like you is still a blinkin' virgin!"
Joe hung his head and blushed even deeper.  He forced himself to nod.
Angus chuckled.  "Perhaps we should change that this weekend, mate!"

Joe looked up then, his eyes wide.  Angus couldn't be suggesting what he
thought he was suggesting - could he?

Angus sat down beside him and stared into his face.  "If you and the other
party both liked it, mate - and neither of you get hurt - it wouldn't be a
sin, now would it?"

Joe's face blanched and his freckles stood out angrily.  "I-"

"If both of you liked it and neither got hurt doing it, where's the sin?"

"I-" Joe finally pulled his eyes from the Aussie's and looked down at his
hands.  "I guess, maybe, there wouldn't be any."

"Of course, it's not something a bloke runs around talkin' about, Joe.
Private fun's got to stay private!"

"Y - yeah."  Angus pulled off his shoes and stood up and pushed his cords
down his legs while Joe watched the Aussie's cotton-covered bum spread
enticingly as he bent over to pull his trousers over his feet.  Joe
remembered watching Lindy getting undressed for one of their bouts.  Now,
he had visions of his hands caressing those cheeks while they were bared
and cringed at what he was thinking.

He definitely needed that long prayer with God.  Then, he was permitting
himself to wonder if he really needed it.  He didn't need to pray for
forgiveness unless he sinned and he wouldn't have sinned if Angus got naked
and wanted to let him touch him.

"Tomorrow's your birthday, isn't it, mate?" Angus asked and turned to face
him.  Joe nodded and his eyes could see the cock behind the cloth starting
to grow and he gulped as Angus slid under the sheet.  He felt his own hard
member complaining behind his briefs and jeans.  He turned red again and
stared at the door.

"You sleeping in your clothes tonight, Joe?" Angus asked, his voice soft
and caressing.

"Naw," he grunted and his eyes darted to the clock on his desk.  He
realized with a start that it was already midnight and he was already
fifteen.  He knew his mother had been asleep for a couple of hours.  He
wished his dad was around so that he felt safer from the strange thoughts
loose in his mind.  He quickly pulled his tee-shirt over his head and
pushed his tennis shoes off his feet.  He stood up and his hands went to
his zipper.  For a brief moment he hesitated.

Then he was unzipping them angrily and shoved them down his legs with
enough force that he was pulling his briefs over his round butt as well.
"Nice," Angus mumbled and Joe looked back at him over his shoulder.  He saw
the Aussie grinning back at him.  Embarrassed, he pulled his briefs back up
his ass and got his jeans down his legs.  He backed up to the bed with an
erection that had his face the color of cut beets.

"Shall I get the overhead, mate?" Angus asked, his voice another caress.

"Y - yeah."  As darkness enveloped him, Joe Phillips slipped under the
sheets of his bed and started to relax.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"  "What had you so embarrassed?"

"I-"

"You were thinkin' it might be a lark to get into something tonight,
weren't you?"

"Angus!"  Visions of a naked and very hard Angus MacGregor marched unbidden
through his mind.  He couldn't stop his thoughts of a naked Angus climbing
between his legs.  Only, he couldn't quite see the other boy's cock with
any detail and he was wishing he could.

"Were you?"

"What are you asking me?" Joe demanded.

"You want to see what I've got between me legs, mate?"

"I - Jesus!"  He heard the sheets being thrown back and his pole felt
harder than it'd ever been before.

"Do you?"

"That's sinful, Angus!"

"Who would it hurt?"

"I-"

"I'll count to three, Joe. If you haven't stopped me by then, I'll turn the
blinkin' overhead back on and you'll have a bloody eyeful."

""Angus!"

"One-"

"God, Angus!"

"Two-" Joe's heart pounded in his ears.  He stared where he thought the
Australian was lying.  His eyes were so wide they ached.  His rod had found
his waistband and was creeping under it to freedom, his hood pulled back
hard on his shaft.  "Please, Angus-" He climbed to his knees and squatted
beside the man.

"Three!"  The sudden light blinded Joe and he had to blink several times
before he could see.  His eyes quickly took in a very naked Angus MacGregor
lying propped up on a bunched up pillow grinning back at him.  He forced
his eyes to stay on the Australian's face.  "Go ahead and look, mate - I
want you to.  That's why I turned the overhead back on.  That way nobody
gets hurt!"

Joe Phillips shivered as his eyes traveled downward to take in the smooth
wide chest and nipples, the slim, muscular abdomen.  He gulped as he found
the man's cock and his eyes widened again as he tried to estimate the
length of the flagpole jutting proudly out of the mat of light brown curls.
"You're as big as a horse!" he gasped and rose to his knees beside Angus.

"Bloody unlikely, mate."  He grinned.  "But a few other blokes have found
it large enough to satisfy their needs."  Angus' cockhead stuck sullenly
halfway out its cowl, its eye dilated and angry-looking.  "He'd like you to
say hello, mate, and greet him proper to your country."

Joe's mind was numb as he stared into that dilated, sightless eye.  He
relaxed as Angus' hand caressed his nearest asscheek in greeting and
slipped up his back.  The hand helped his body decide to come closer and
Joe's face neared the the wide knob.  He bent further and was even closer
to Angus' pole.  "Kiss it hello, mate.  He likes long wet kisses!"

Joe's lips touched his cock.  His tongue slipped under the foreskin and
pushed it back as his lips took more of it.  Angus smiled and turned off
the light to leave Joe's exploration to the dark.  His hand slipped under
the Yank's waistband and took possession of his asscheeks as Joe's lips
slid down the cockshaft.

"Slow and easy now, mate - we're not in any rush!" the Aussie muttered
softly.  "Jack half it with one hand and tongue the rest of it. You've got
it right, mate!"  Joe bobbed on the upper half on Angus' member and his
hand worked the rest of it.  Instinct brought his other hand up to cradle
Angus' balls.

"Yeah, mate!" the Aussie grunted as he put one hand on the back of Joe's
head to guide him and sent his other hand to push the Yank's underwear past
his ass.  His fingers began to caress Joe's spread asslips and the American
took even more of his cock to show his appreciation.

Angus retrieved his hand from Joe's ass, bringing it to his face while Joe
mindlessly slid up and down his cock.  He stuck his index finger in his
mouth to wet it before he returned it to the Yank's asslips.  It slipped
easily through the boy's assring and began to massage the lovegland beyond.
Joe groaned and managed to tickle his nose in the Aussie's thatch.

"You're doing good, mate," Angus told him and humped his hips up to meet
Joe's lips and shoved a second finger in his ass to help his first one out
on the boy's lovegland.

Joe bobbed and Angus' fingers fucked his ass.  Joe was leaking with a
steady stream of goo.  But the American's mindless eternity was already
coming to an end.  Angus' balls tightened and drew closer to the underside
of his cock.  The Australian was humping the Yank's face faster with every
stroke.  He blew a load as he rammed a third finger into Joe's ass and held
the boy's face against his thatch as he blew a second load.

Joe Phillips's mind clicked in as he struggled to swallow the mouthful of
thick liquid around the member that was past his tonsils.  His eyes flew
open and he realized he was staring at a thicket of pubic hair.  He knew
suddenly the hard thick pole stuck halfway down his throat was Angus' cock.

He jerked back, forcing the Aussie's pinkie and half his hand deeper into
his ass.  He stared at the silhouette of the man beside him.  "I - I just
sucked you off!" he grunted in horror.

"You sure did, Yank," Angus chuckled.  "And you were quite good - I'll give
you a recommendation any time!"

Joe realized then that his ass didn't feel quite normal.  He reached around
to feel his bare cheek and blushed.  His fingers touched Angus' hand and
traced it to his asslips and his eyes widened.  "You've got your fingers up
my ass!"

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh, God!"  "Sshh - we don't want to wake anybody up, mate."

"You - I-"

"Give me a few and I'll give you a birthday present you'll never forget,
Joe."

"Jesus!" he groaned.

"Why not slip those undies off, mate?  We sure won't be needing them
tonight."

"I-" He stared hard at Angus.  "What do you think we're going to do now?"

"What any two randy lads would do in the same situation, mate. Be a good
lad now and get on out of those things - and give me my hand back."

Joe sprang to his knees and his ass was suddenly empty.  That emptiness was
almost as bad as the horror of what he'd done.  "Angus - God!  I never-"

Angus' fingers caressed his thigh.  "Did you enjoy it?" he asked softly.

"Y - yeah."

"Did it hurt you?"

"N - no."

"Did it hurt me?"

"I - I don't think so. But-"

"No buts, Yank. We both enjoyed it and we didn't hurt anybody - so, where's
the wrong in it?"

A wall burst inside of Joe Phillips then.  A deluge crashed over him in the
dark and washed away the fears that had held him enthralled since
September.

"Does your bed squeak?" Angus asked a moment later.

Joe chuckled.  "It doesn't when I jack off."  He reached out and took
Angus' cock in his hand, feeling it spring into erection, comfortable
finally with their intimacy.  "I guess we're going to find out if it does
while you're cornholing me in another moment or two, aren't we?"

Angus laughed softly.  "You're over it then, mate?"

"Yeah. I've got to keep remembering that - just so long as nobody gets
hurt. How do we do this?"

"This time why don't you just get on your hands and knees and let me take
it from there?"

He gulped, his eyes glued to Angus' equipment.  "Okay," he mumbled. He sat
down and pushed his briefs over his legs before getting back up on his
hands and knees.

"You're going to love this, mate," Angus told him as he crawled around
behind him.  He rubbed Joe's asscheeks with his cock and spit on his hand.
In the dim light, Joe watched him over his shoulder as that same hand moved
to stroke the cock that had been rubbing his asscheeks and placed it at the
entrance of his ass.  His eyes gleamed and he reached for his own cock.  He
sighed and slowly began to jack his shaft while Angus gripped his hips and
settled in behind him.

"Just push down when you feel me comin' and open yourself up, mate. I'll
take it slow til you're used to me being there - then, we'll really open up
and have some fun, okay?"

"Stop talking about it, Angus - and do it!" Joe grunted and wiggled his ass
on the knob of the Australian's cock.  It had to be bigger than Broughton's
or Ronnie's.  His own jerked in his hand.

Angus lunged forward, his cock spreading Joe's asslips and speeding toward
his assmuscle.  Before the Yank could think to close it against the
Australian invader, Angus was driving past it into Joe's ass.  Joe gasped
as his lovegland greeted the invader with a command to his balls that blew
a load out of his love muscle.  Angus pressed his thatch against the boy's
exposed asslips hard and ground his hips as Joe moaned softly in the first
rush of ecstacy.  "That feel good, mate?"

"God!  Yeah!"  Joe Phillips was about to get his ass fucked and he was
ready for it to begin.

"What do you want me to do with this thing I've got up your arse, Joe?"
Angus asked coyly.

"Do it!"

"Do what?"

"Fuck me!"

Angus MacGregor brought his hands back to the Yank's ass and slid back from
his deep penetration of it.  He spread the boy's cheeks as he humped back
against him and kneaded them as he pulled out again.

Joe Phillips lay his face against his hand and gave himself up to the man's
fucking him.  His cock swelled and his balls tightened.  His balljuice
splashed against his chest and he absently scooped its ropes on a finger he
put in his mouth and sucked.  He found he could hump his butt up against
Angus's downstrokes and it felt good.  He stroked his member and felt his
balls tightening again.

He was past shame and fear.  It felt good and nobody was getting hurt.  His
father's religion receded further and further from having meaning for him
with each plunge into his ass Angus' cock took.  His eyes were glassy with
that rod plowing his ass.

He stretched both hands along his sides and found he could reach the
Aussie's hips.  He gripped them and rode them for a while as they pistoned
the man's cock in and out of his ass.  His mind surrendered to his body's
needs and its pleasures.  His slab of meat rode his abdomen, humping it
with each thrust into his ass.

Behind him, Angus' tempo had changed.  His strokes were shorter and faster.
They were more demanding.  The man's hands came up to his hips and gripped
them as he humped forward and pressed hard against his ass and ground his
thatch against his asslips.  Joe grunted as he felt the man blast a wad
into his chute.

The Australian held himself against him for moments longer, his breathing
ragged as Joe felt the cock softening inside him.  His own meat was hard
but too sensitive to touch.  "How did you like it, Yank?" the man behind
him gasped.

Joe chuckled.  "Good enough to do it again just as soon as you're ready!"
Angus laughed and ran his fingertips up his back and onto his shoulders.

"You're a randy one, Joe, my lad. Think I might lie down and rest a bit?"

"As long as I get at least one more out of you before we fall asleep!"

"That's a deal, luv!"  Joe felt Angus pull out of him and the emptiness
left behind.  He lay down beside the Australian and snuggled against him.

"D - do you mind, Angus?" he asked fearfully.

"Mind what, luv?"

"Cuddling up afterwards - I mean, with another guy holding you?"

Angus chuckled.  "I've not had a girl in more than five years, lad - and
doubt I shall again - I rather like my mates!"

"Y - you're queer?"

"As queer as you, Joe Phillips!"

"I guess I am pretty queer after that. Wow!"

"Do you feel any different?"

"No. Well, my ass feels tingly all over - and empty. But, no - I'm still
the same boy you met yesterday at the airport."

"That's the way I am - just a regular bloke what likes his sex with a man."

"D - do you ...?"  Joe wasn't sure how to formulate the question.  He was
satisfied with what they'd had, he didn't want to change their future sex
but he suddenly had to know if queers like them divided into fuckers and
fuckees like men and women.  "Are you always the one who ..."

"I'm a bit versatile, luv - I'll take it both ways, even though I prefer
the top position. Tell you what - tomorrow after we're in bed, I'll play
ewe to your ram.  How's that for a birthday present?  I was going to give
it to you any way, old lad.  Are you Yanks always so standoffish?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're just lying there. In my country, after we've made love, we touch
and feel each other to show our appreciation for a good effort - we enjoy
our bodies!"

Joe raised his leg tentatively and placed its thigh over the Aussie's
crotch, his foot forcing its way against the man's asscheek.  He slipped
under his arm and placed his cheek on his chest.  "Like this?" he asked.

Angus chuckled.  "I thing you've got the idea, mate!"  His hand traveled
down Joe's back to claim his asscheeks.

"You said we touch and feel - but do we kiss?"  Joe Phillips had raised up
and was looking the man in the face.

"If we feel like it."  Angus smiled and Joe could see the white of his
teeth even in the dark of the room.  "Could I kiss you, Joe?"

He pulled himself along the Australian's body until his face was even with
his.  "I'm going to kiss you first!"

"Do you know how?"

"I - Is there some special way for men to kiss?"

"Not if they have feelings for each other."  Angus's hand was on the back
of his head and pulling him down to him.

Joe felt their lips touch and, then, the tip of Angus' tongue beginning to
pry its way into his mouth. Joe opened up and began to duel him for
supremacy.  He told himself that the Aussie could have his ass, but he was
going to have his mouth.

Joe felt Angus stirring against his thigh and pulled back from him. "I've
got a place for what's growing down there, honey," he told him with a grin.
"Only, this time I want to face you - I want to see you making love to me!"

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