Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2000 16:34:20 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXXI

Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XXXI - by Dave MacMillan

My website is coming - please be patient.  You'll like it.

On the weight front, I've dropped 65 lbs in the last 3 months.  For those
of you who believe in exercise, this admission is for you.

Before, I just wasn't about to get into exercise - I mean, can you really
imagine pushing 300 lbs of jello around?  And we DO know it takes several
months to convert blubber to muscle (and those months are a real pain in
the backside, as well as elsewhere).

But I still have a protruding belly.  So ... I figure pushing 235 lbs of
shifting blubber around is going to be easier than trying to do it with 300
lbs.  Besides, I've got the energy and stamina now that just wasn't there
back in May.  Abciser, here I come - 20 minutes of sit ups a day aren't
going to be THAT bad (I keep telling myself).  And a flat stomach will look
better over the swim costume I'll be wearing at the shore than the one I've
got now deformed with furniture disease (it's called overhang).

Now, on with the continuing story of the boys of Soul ...

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Joe called Sunday right after mum and I had finished lunch and he was back
home from the morning church service.  He and his parents had to go out in
the country to have dinner with somebody at his dad's church.  They'd be
back just in time for evening services; so, I wasn't going to see him
before school on Monday.

I told him that mum knew about us but that she was pretty cool about it.  I
didn't get into the gory details because I never knew when one of his
parents might be close by while we were talking.  I heard him suck in his
breath and imagined him going white as sheet all over.  After the longest
pause, he suggested that we talk at school the following morning.  His
voice sounded pretty distant, and I reckoned that he wasn't exactly alone.

Mum wanted to just relax around the house.  I had things banging around in
my head and didn't really want to be around anybody while I tried sorting
them out.  It was still early spring and cool enough to be comfortable
outside.  I figured I'd take my bike out and just ride around for the
afternoon.  She just smiled at me as she poured herself another cup of
coffee.

"Be home around six, Vic," she said.  "I thought we'd throw a steak on the
grill.  Think that and a baked potato will fill that bottomless pit of
yours for a little while?"

I smiled back and closed in on her.  She set the coffeepot down and spread
her arms for me.  I walked into them and we were hugging, just like when I
was little.  I reckoned that I had the greatest mum in the world.  "I'll be
here," I promised, my lips brushing her ear.

* * *

Mum knew about me and hadn't become a basket case because of it.  She knew
about me and Joe too, and all she had said was to be careful and stay away
from doing anything where his parents could find out about us.  As I began
to wheel towards Main Street, I didn't know how I felt about that.  By the
time I was Main Street, I had come to realize that it was way cool that she
knew and still loved me.  That she even trusted me now that she knew.  I
was beginning to feel a little embarrassed that I'd ever doubted her.  I
had one cool mum.

I allowed myself to wonder if I was really homosexual after all.  I mean -
sure, I'd had sex with a lot of the boys I knew the past two years.  But I
was only nearly 15; I'd never gone out on a date.  That didn't last long.
By the time I'd ridden the couple of blocks down to Madge's Diner, I knew
that whole line of thought was pretty dumb.  I had absolutely no interest
in girls sexually.  I got hard at the thought of seeing almost any boy in
school with me.  I wasn't going through a phase.  I was homosexual all
right.

I figured I wasn't alone as one.  Julian was one; so was Joe.  I was pretty
sure that Broughton and Lindy Bennett were too.  And Billy Lee - even if
Richard wasn't.  I wished that I had a brother who'd help me out like they
did.  Then, I could have all the sex I wanted and wouldn't be running a
risk of being found out like I was.  Of becoming some jock's piece of ass
like I had for Ronnie.  Or of having everybody in school know about me.

Ronnie Varnadore had almost blown that one wide open for me.  He'd told
Glenda Faye Woods and even Joe back in the autumn.  He'd been only a couple
of steps away from exposing me good.  But then he'd clammed up.  He still
hung out with his jock buddies and was with the Weeks twins a lot.  But not
one word about me and dick had got back to me.  I wondered if Joe telling
Clyde that Ronnie was talking had something to do with that.

Ronnie hadn't said a word to me since Richard's and Billy's Thanksgiving
party.  In fact, there had been a couple of times in December that I'd
thought he was going to come after me; but he didn't.  Clyde had put a stop
to Joe playing with Lindy at the start of school; I wondered if he'd done
the same to Ronnie.

The car horn sounding right behind me almost made me lose my balance.  I
wrestled with the wheel for half a block before I knew I wasn't going down.
I stopped at the entrance walk to Madge's and turned around, my heart still
in my throat and mad at being scared half to death.

One of the Weeks twins was behind the wheel of the car.  It was stopped on
the gravel parking lot of Madge's Diner, and he was laughing like hell.  I
got madder.

I got off my bike and, setting it against the steps up to the diner, walked
over to the red and white Impala.  "You almost killed me," I growled.

"I realized that after I sounded the horn."  He chuckled and wiped at his
eyes.  "You should've seen yourself, Vic."

Which was funnier - watching me trying to stay up on the bike or watching
me decide if I was going to have a heartattack?"

"You are mad."

"I've been calmer," I admitted.  But I was realizing it was hard as hell to
stay mad at either of the Weeks boys.  Facing me from the window was this
wide-eyed, almost innocent look.  Blue eyes, blond hair.  An angel.  "Which
one are you?"

"I'm Henry."  He grinned impishly.  "You mean to tell me that you can't
tell us apart?"

"I can't," I admitted.  "And neither can anybody else in Soul."  I was past
being mad.  The fear of getting hit was just a strange-feeling lump in the
bottom of my stomach. "Why're you driving around scaring the shit out of
people, Henry?"

"I'm pretty bored-"

"Where's Jimmy?  I thought you and your brother went everywhere together."

"He's out with Ronnie this afternoon - what about you?  Where's Joe?  Talk
about two boys being inseparable."

For a moment I wondered if this older boy knew about Joe and me,
remembering that I was supposed to be careful.  Then I remembered that the
Weeks were buddy buddy with Ronnie Varnadore and that Ronnie had fucked
both of us.  I relaxed as I reminded myself that the Weeks were part of
Clyde's group, so they weren't going to be making queer jokes about me with
their buddies - or worse.

Only, Ronnie had talked about me - with Glenda Faye and Joe.  "I thought
both of you were close with Ronnie," I allowed.

He laughed.  "We are - very close, that is.  Since Clyde had Jimmy and me
help him teach Ronnie a lesson."

"Huh?"

"He was talking about you - in the group and even out.  That violated the
rules each of us agree to if we want to hang out at Clyde's.  Putting
somebody down like that was even worse than what I heard your boy Joe
Phillips was doing with Broughton's little brother."

I was all ears suddenly.  "What happened?"

Henry Weeks glanced up at the dinner and then around at the cars parked at
the movie house.  "Want to take a ride?"

I shrugged and looked back at my bike.  "Think it'll be all right there?" I
asked.

"Come on, Vic.  We don't have bicycle thieves in Soul."  I went around the
front of his Impala and got in beside Henry.  He revved the engine and I
felt the 400 horses trying to break for it.  We left rubber for a block as
we started down Church Street.  "Let's go out to Clyde's," he suggested.  I
just shrugged, giving him time to get around to telling me about Ronnie.

The silence in the car kept growing after we'd turned onto Route One, but
it wasn't threatening or even uncomfortable one.

"This isn't to be repeated - you've got to promise me that."

"Sure."  I couldn't imagine what this junior could tell me that would
endanger him, but my curiosity was flying higher than a kite right then.

"Jimmy and me - Clyde sent us to trick Ronnie out to the farm."  His voice
was low.  "There were us, Clyde, and Julian - and Ronnie.  The boy knew
what was coming down the moment we pulled in through the front gates.  He
also knew he was trapped."

"Trapped?"

"Yeah.  The one code that goes with hanging out at Clyde's that no one is
allowed to break is that you don't tell what you know.  Ronnie had started
to spread it around that you bent over and enjoyed taking dick up your
butt."  I stayed quiet, hoping we could just sort of skim over that.

"He begged us to take him home.  When we parked up at Clyde's house, Ronnie
just sort of slumped down, already giving up.  I was driving; so I got out
and came around to the passenger door.  Jimmy was sitting in the backseat,
ready to hold him if he tried to run.  He just sat there and started to
cry.  Not bawling - just the tears in your eyes and snot building up in
your nose kind of crying.  He was still crying when we took him in the
house."

"What did you do to him?"

"Clyde led us down to the first bedroom.  Julian stripped Ronnie.  He
didn't even resist.  He just kept looking from one of us to the other - all
four of us. Clyde had him suck Julian off while he greased Ronnie up.
Julian shot quick and Clyde just told him to swallow it.  Ronnie did."

"Jesus!" I groaned, imagining Ronnie submitting to that - sucking one guy
off while another lubed him up, and two guys watching.

"I was next up and Ronnie was giving me pretty good head when Clyde climbed
in behind him and put it in.  The boy didn't even slow down bobbing on my
dick.  Clyde was still fucking him when I unloaded down his throat.  While
Ronnie was sucking on Jimmy I saw that he had a real leak in his boner.
The boy was getting off on being cornholed."

"Yeah?"

"He shot his load after Julian got going in him.  I and then Jimmy followed
Julian.  Clyde asked Ronnie if he'd stay the night with them.  He did."

"Stayed the night with them?  Who?"

"Clyde and Julian."

"Julian stays out with Clyde now?"

"Yeah.  Since before Christmas.  His old man came by the station around
Thanksgiving and found Julian on all fours and as naked as the day he was
born.  Ronnie was pounding his butt good.  The next thing we all heard was
that Julian had moved in with Clyde and that his ass was off-limits."

"He isn't at the station any more?" I asked, trying hard to remember the
last time I'd seen Julian Head across the street from my house.

Henry laughed.  "Julian's daddy got some of that religion that night - the
hellfire and brimstone kind and fired him from I heard."  He wiped his
brow.  "I sure as hell am glad that wasn't me riding his butt that night."

"I'll bet."  I looked over at Henry.  "How come Ronnie's still buddies with
you two?  You took him out there and you fucked him."

"We still do.  That boy's about as dick crazy as Julian used to be before
Clyde put a chastity belt on his butt."

"Ronnie?" I yelped.

"Yeah.  Jimmy and I've heard some whispers that he's got something going
with somebody on the team with him.  We're looking around for a new boy so
we won't be around when the shit hits the fan for Ronnie."

I gulped.  I could see what was coming now; it was about as plain as the
nose on my face and as big as a semi.  But I had Joe.  The silence in the
car grew again - and it was so pregnant that it was about to burst wide
open.

Henry was great looking.  His whole body was.  He and his twin both.  I had
to admit that I was more than slightly interested in what his dick looked
like.  I'd only seen them last summer when they were coming onto Julian -
and that had been at a distance.  And I hadn't been wearing my glasses
while we were swimming.

Besides, Henry - and his brother too - weren't going to talk if I did check
things out with his invitation.

"What kind of boy are you looking for, Henry?" I asked quietly.

He grinned broadly.  "Are you applying, Vic?"

"I don't know - probably not.  But I'm curious about what kind of boy
you're looking for and what he'd have to do."

Henry pursed his lips.  "Somebody like us, like you - our sort of people.
I think both Jimmy and I have had enough white trash for a long time.  For
what you'd do - well ... Nothing that you don't already like from what I've
heard."

"What's that?"

"He'd have to suck us off and he's got to like a hard dick up his butt -
what Clyde calls a bottom boy.  Jimmy and I aren't into dick but we've got
nice ones and know how to use them so everybody feels good."

I look across at Henry Weeks.  He was watching me.  The silence between us
made me nervous.  "Where?" I asked.

"There's a firebreak up past the turn-in to Clyde's farm.  We won't be seen
from the road 10 feet into it."  He nudged the accelerator and the Impala
roared down Route One.

* * *

We were naked and Henry was lying on the front seat of his car.  The back
of his head was on the armrest of his door, his left leg propped against
the center hump of the floorboard, his right rested on my back.  I was
sitting on my side of the car and leaning over him, my butt almost against
the door.  My hand had his skin already peeled back along his shaft and I
was still trying to get my lips down the last inch of his dick.

The way the head of his dick was sliding into my throat, I reckoned that he
had about an inch more than Joe did.  My jaw already ached a little from
stretching as wide as it had to take him all in.  Henry Weeks moaned as I
pulled back to make another effort to take all of him.  I figured either
one of the twins was big enough to satisfy any boy in Soul.  I stroked my
hard dick slowly, just enjoying the feel of it in my hand.

My hands moved over his hard abs to his nipples to tweak them before coming
back down his flanks.  Mostly, I couldn't get over how good his big dick
felt in my mouth as I bobbed on it.  My pole throbbed against my
bellybutton.  Henry Weeks felt good.

"Suck it, Vic," he cooed as my lips rode down his length again.  I hummed,
my throat vibrating around his knob as my nose buried in his pubes for the
first time.  His heel found my buttcrack and began to move back and forth
in it.

I liked the feel of Henry Weeks' dick - its width and length.  I liked the
taste of his pre-cum.  I liked pleasuring him.  A familiar itch was flaring
deep in my butt.  I was past thinking, lost in the mindless goodness of sex
with a desirable boy who knew how to enjoy himself.

It didn't take long.  Henry grunted and his whole body tightened up under
me.  I felt his knob widen in my throat and instinctively knew what was
happening.  I started to pull off of him enough that I could taste him as
he shot.  He shuddered and let go his first blast before he was past my
tonsils.  Then, I was swallowing his juice as fast as he could shoot it.

When he was dry, I let his dick go and lay my cheek against his smooth
chest.  Henry's hands moved to my shoulders and held me against him.  His
hands felt good and I lay there relaxing in the afterglow of our sex with
him.

"You're good, Vic," he said softly, his hand coming up to the crown of my
head so his fingers could play in my hair.  We continued to lie there
enjoying the touch of each other that Sunday afternoon.

I finally realized that he was still hard.  I raised up and looked down at
his pole before looking back up into his face.

"Sometimes I stay that way all the time," he said, answering my unspoken
question.  "Jimmy does too.  It especially happens when we're with someone
we like."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."  He grinned.  "It makes for a real long bout of lovemaking the
second time around."

That damned itch flared in my ass again and, suddenly, all I could think
about was having him in me.  "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked,
my voice husky and my dick oozing.

He chuckled. "Ronnie did say you ever more loved a dick up your butt.  Why
don't you ride it like a cowboy?"

I moved his left leg off the hump and across my chest before I sat up.
Smiling down at Henry, I straddled him, my buttcheeks over his stomach.  He
reached between us and steadied his dick.  Still smiling at him, I inched
my way down his torso until I felt his knob touch my cheek.  I raised
higher on my knees and he moved the head of his dick into my crack and
followed it to my hole.

"Make me cum," I told Henry as I started to push down on his knob.  He was
going to enter me dry, so I concentrated on pushing down and opening up.

The slit that was my back entrance opened as his rounded head began to
enter me. I groaned as pain shot out of my butt through me.  I knew for a
fact that he was bigger than Joe, than Ronnie even.  My sphincter spread
with resistance.  My dick decided there was too much pain for it to be
interested.  If I hadn't known how good this was going to feel once he was
in me, I'd have quit right then.

His knob broke through and my muscle tightened back around his meat beneath
its head.  I took a couple of quick breaths and sighed as I hovered
suspended over Henry Weeks.  The pain ebbed fast.  I was beginning to feel
stuffed.  I slid on down his pole until his pubes were the insides of my
cheeks.  I wiggled my fanny a little and felt the good feelings start to
grow.  "Next time," I said, looking down at him, "you have something to
lubricate with."

"You want greasy kid stuff?" he asked innocently, only the twinkle in his
eyes giving him away.  His hands moved over my buttcheeks to rest on my
hips.  I nodded and began to move on him.  He pushed up to meet my downward
plunges.

Henry Weeks was good.  His hands helped to lift me with each retreat and
steadied me for his pubes meeting my buttcheeks.  His dick hit my prostate
each time it pushed into me and my pole decided it was time to party.  My
balls were soon riding the shaft of my dick.

I was past thinking.  I was in orbit and flying among the stars.  "Fuck
me!" I breathed as we pushed further together into our dance of pleasure.
"Oh, yeah!" I groaned as I rode Henry Weeks towards heaven.

His dick slid back and forth over my lovegland.  I helped - I ground my
butt on his pubes each time I reached them.  But it was almost like he was
aiming for my prostate with each thrust of his hips.  I was gasping, my
dick was oozing, and my toes were already curled.

I sat down in his pubes one more time, his pole buried deep inside me.  I
shuddered and let my orgasm take me.  My balls erupted and my love tunnel
spasmed.  I ground my butt on him and his dick rubbed my prostate.  I went
rigid.  My dick throbbed.  "Oh, God!" I groaned.  I began to shoot.

My jizz shot out over his belly and chest.  One rope, two, three - four.
Henry Weeks was covered in my juice, and I was still coming.  I sat there
with him inside me, his hands on my waist holding me, and unloaded my
balls.

I melted against him.  My chest pressed against his, my face nuzzled
against his neck, my butt still holding his hard dick in it.  His arms went
around me and held me to him as I slowly came down from the sexual high.

"Ready for a second one?" Henry asked as I lay on him.  I realized he was
still hard.

"How?" I mumbled against his skin, unable to push myself off him.

"I'm always good for two," he chuckled.  "And the second takes a long time.
Jimmy's just like me that way too.  Want to cum again?"  I nodded against
his neck.  "Then, I'll do the work this time.  You just lie back and enjoy
it."

He still held me with his right hand but his left gripped the steering
wheel and pulled us up into a sitting position.  Holding me with both
hands, he lay me back on the seat.  His hands then lifted my legs up onto
his shoulders and he climbed up on his knees on the seat below me.  He was
still inside me as my fanny rose up to take him.

Henry began to move inside me.  His dick rubbed my lovegland and I was
shoved back into orbit.  It was a ride I never wanted to end.

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I hope everyone has enjoyed this.  Please play safe.  This isn't the 50s
and you aren't Vic or one of his friends.  It's the new millennium and
we've lost enough gay men to AIDS.