Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 12:00:45 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter 44

Growing Up Sexual

I once associated guilt trips with Jewish mothers.  Judging from the
responses I've got from a number of you these past several months - and the
IMs that hit when I'm on-line - there must be a lot of Jewish women out
there who've been reading Vic's tales. <G> You were right - all of you.
You deserved better than I've given.

I'm sorry it's taken me these past 3 months to write chapter 44.  That's a
lot longer than the fortnight that I promised.  Please forgive me.

I don't really have a good excuse for making you wait this long.  I do have
explanations, however - I had a particularly virulent bout of carpal tunnel
in both wrists in Feb and it's taken this long for me to be able to sit at
a keyboard without, first, a lot of pain and, then, numbness.  What little
writing that I have been able to do has been spent cleaning up my crime
novel and looking for an agent.

Which leads to a request.  Please keep your fingers crossed.  The Dorian
Agency of St Mary Church, Devon and the Anubis Agency of Leamington Spa,
Warwickshire asked for the complete manuscript more than a month ago.  I
have either sample chapters or queries at 7 American agencies still as well
but haven't heard from them yet.  At least, I've generated some interest
with Trailer Trash.  Now, all I need is for an agent to take it on and sell
it.  So, please, keep your fingers crossed.  Say whatever prayers you say
to whatever gods.  I need all the help I can get.

A special thanks to the two of my readers who shared information about
carpal tunnel syndrome.  I do intend to avoid medical doctors and their
prescription of surgery and will explore chiropractic which is both cheaper
and safer.  I'll also modify my behaviour to accommodate my new
"tender-ness".

Without further mumblings, here's the next chapter.

Chapter XLIV


Clyde led Cary into the house, his arm draped over the boy's shoulder.
Julian followed right them.  Lindy nodded to me and I moved closer to him.
Together with Broughton, we drew the Lee brothers into the house.

Neither Richard nor Billy had any idea of how things worked in the queer
world that their uncle had built for himself and those boys in town who had
open minds.  I hadn't seen those workings up close myself - but I'd gone
with two boys who had been on the receiving end.  I had an idea of what was
going to happen.  I figured Cary did too.

Only, Cary Stokes looked so damned young.  Yeah, he was older than I was
when I first started doing threeways with Richard and Billy.  But still ...

As I stepped through the door, I noticed that Broughton was hanging back,
leaving his brother and me to go in.  I watched him go back out to the pool
and join Henry and Jimmy there.  I guessed that the 3 of them were planning
on staying away from Cary and anything that happened to him, that he might
learn - that left it up to the Lees, Lindy, and me.  That made me feel a
little better about what was going to happen to the kid.

But not enough.  This whole thing didn't feel right to me at all.  Even if
it was payback time for what he'd done to Richard.

I saw that Lindy was watching me out of the corner of his eye.  At the door
to the bedroom, he grabbed my arm and stopped me.  "Do you know what
they're going to do to him?" he asked.

"I guess we're all expected to fuck him-"

Lindy looked down at the floor.  "Yeah."

"Didn't you do this before?  With Joe Phillips?  You, Broughton, and the
Weekses - and Ronnie?"

"Yeah."  Lindy was trying to draw circles on the floor with the toe of his
shoe.

"So?"

"That was the beginning of school last year - Joe and I were in 9th grade.
We were big kids.  This boy's just a little middle school brat - does he
even know how to use his pecker?"

"He was fucking Richard-"

"Did you actually see him doing it?"

"Yeah."

Lindy looked at me for a moment, studying me, then shrugged.  "Okay, he's a
naughty little boy - but he's still a little kid."

"What're you saying?" I asked.

"I don't want to do anything with him.  It won't feel right."

I nodded.  "Me too, Lindy," I said, giving voice to my own misgivings.  "I
don't like it."

"You two have fun," Julian said as he pulled back from the door and started
back down the hallway to the family room.

I followed him with my gaze for a moment before turning back to Lindy.  "I
think I've just gotta go swimming, how about you?"

He glanced into the bedroom and nodded.  "Yeah," he breathed, "let's go
swimming."

Clyde slipped out of the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind him as
we reached the family room.  He caught up to us as we reached the door
leading out to the pool.

"You two decided against the fun back there?" he asked, nodding towards the
hallway.

"Cary's pretty young, Clyde," I told him as I stepped out of the house.

He nodded sheepishly.  "That's the reason I'm not in there," he mumbled.
"Damn!  You kids are getting younger every year - I don't know if I'm going
to be able to keep up with you.  I'm sure not going to do something with
kids that young!"

I glanced at Clyde, trying to understand him.  I'd been only a little older
than Cary Stokes was when he'd led me back into his bedroom and gave me one
of the best fucks I'd ever had.  Why was he now making a big thing about
Cary's age?  I glanced up at him and saw that his attention was on the
swimming pool.

"You two want to swim with the others?" he asked.

I saw a naked Julian out in the pool climb up on the shoulders of one of
the Weeks twins then and understood why Auntie Clyde wasn't getting into
something with just anybody who was interested any more.  I felt warm all
over; I knew how he felt - only my other half was back in the bedroom with
Cary.

But Richard fucking Cary wasn't the same as sex.  Not exactly.  It was
revenge for what Cary had been doing to him.  I couldn't - I wasn't about
to - get mad at him for banging his little cousin under those
circumstances.  Right was right.  Though, sometimes, it hurt like shit.

The thought of Richard getting it on with the kid did hurt.  His dick
belonged to me, just like the rest of him did.  I wasn't the sort to share,
if I could help it.  But what was happening in Clyde's bedroom was Richard
Lee reclaiming his soul. I had to bite my tongue and let it happen.

* * *

His eyes wide, Cary looked from Richard to Billy and back again.  He sat on
the edge of the bed, his feet dangling over the side.  His fingers worried
at the thread in the hem of his shorts near his right knee.  His gaze
finally came to rest on Richard.  "You won't hurt me, will you?" he asked
hesitantly.

Richard snorted.  "I should - making me your sex slave like that.  Making
me suck Clem..."  He shook his head in disgust.  "Yeah, I should."

"Why don't you get undressed Cary," Billy chimed in.

Their cousin's eyes widened even further.

"Damn, Billy," Richard growled, "Don't scare the kid shitless!"

Billy Lee looked over at his brother.  "Why not?  Cary has a good idea of
what's going to happen, same as we do."

"You're going to cornhole me, aren't you?" Cary asked, his voice breaking.
He turned to look directly at Richard.  Richard nodded.  "You're too big,
Cuz - you'll tear me a new butthole if you do that to me."

He glanced back at Billy and a smile twitched across his lips.  "I could
probably take Billy without him killing me," he mumbled.  He nodded once.
"Yeah, that would be better.  Nobody'll get hurt that way."

Richard studied Cary Stokes for a moment.  It sounded almost as if the
little asshole was looking forward to getting nailed.  As if he was looking
for a way to make it happen.  The kid was a lot looser about this shit now
that the shoe was on the other foot.  "Let's get naked," he said, electing
to push his cousin and see how he reacted when things started to happen.

Billy was hard as he pulled the waistband of his briefs over his dick.
Cary's whole attention was centered on Billy's equipment.  Richard grinned
then, realizing that the boy was, indeed, turned on to his impending
deflowering.  "You want Billy?" he asked the younger boy as he sat and
started to pull his jeans off.

Cary nodded absently without pulling his attention away from Billy's hard
dick.

Richard chuckled.  "Bill, it looks like you get this cherry," he said.  "Do
it right."

Billy pushed his briefs over his butt and let them fall to the floor.
Stepping out of them, he crossed to the bed so that he was standing over
his cousin.  "Want me to help you get comfortable?" he asked.

Cary broke his gaze from Billy's body in front of him and glanced down at
himself.  He looked back up at Billy and grinned.  "Yeah," he answered, his
voice suddenly cocky.  "You want it, you've got to come get it, Cuz."

Richard looked up from pulling his jeans over his legs.  He'd seen the look
he saw in Cary's face before.  It was the same look he'd seen in Vic's and
Billy's face enough times.  The kid was primed to lose his virginity; he
wanted it.  Only, there was nothing about the way Cary Stokes was acting
that included Richard Lee.  Everything about the boy was concentrated on
Billy.

"From the looks of things," Richard said slowly, "you two don't need a
third wheel-"

Bill Lee didn't look up at his brother.  He reached down and unbuttoned
Cary's shorts, then unzipped him.

Pulling his shirt off, Cary looked back at Richard.  "I treated you like
shit, Cuz.  Clem sort of put me up to it after we found that film, but I
did it.  I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"You've always been so perfect.  You look like some movie star.  You get
who and what you want when you want it.  Clem's hated you for a real long
time.  When we found that movie and saw you taking a dick up your butt, he
thought of you right then."  He raised his hips so that Billy could pull
his shorts and underwear off.  "Only, I knew you wouldn't let Clem get to
you, no matter what.  You'd be like I was-"

"How's that?"

"Clem talked me into sucking his dick once - after I caught him jacking
off.  After that, I made him do me-"

"How?" Billy asked.

"I threatened to tell on him, what he'd got me to do."

"So, you threatened to show that movie to everybody and let them see me
taking a pole up my ass?"

Cary blushed and hung his head.  "Yeah.  I'm really sorry I did that,
Richard.  I wanted Billy, but Clem suggested that you and everybody else
would come down on our heads like a ton of bricks."  He looked back to Bill
Lee.  "I wanted you in every way.  Fucking, sucking - everything.  Only, I
didn't want Clem to know that.  If he'd have guessed, I'd have been bent
over and having his fat belly squishing me while he did it to me.  So, I
went along with him."

"You wanted me?" Billy asked.

"Yeah.  You're about the coolest guy I've ever known, Cuz."  He grinned and
reached out for Billy's hard dick.  "Now that I see you up close and naked,
that's even truer now than it was before."

"I'm not anywhere as big as Richard.  Even Vic is bigger."

Cary grinned and sat up quickly.  He bent over and licked the helmet of
Billy's dick.  "I'm just a little kid, Cuz," he said as he sat back up.  "I
don't want a monster playing with my tonsils or pushing into my butthole.
I want somebody who'll make me feel good and somebody I like a lot doing
that."

Richard stood up and pulled his jeans back up.  "I think I'll leave the two
of you to it," he told them as he pulled up his zipper.

Billy looked over at his brother then.  "You're sure?" he asked.  "This is
supposed to be your show-"

Richard laughed.  "Looks like the two of you are way past including me."
He looked at Cary.  "You hurt my brother and you're dead meat, Cousin.  I'm
letting you off - all of those guys are - but you fuck up and we'll all be
all over your ass."

Cary nodded, his face serious.  "I won't.  I promise."

"Have fun then, guys."  Richard walked to the door and, opening it, glanced
back at his brother and cousin.  Cary had swallowed the head of Billy's
dick was trying to take most of the shaft.