Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 08:29:15 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual - chapter XXIII

Growing Up Sexual - Chapter XXIII - by Dave MacMillan

Another 11 days and another installment - we must be in Soul GA again.  I
may be a bit flippant about Vic and the lads in south GA, but I've really
become quite fond of them.  I also think this is one of the best episodes
to appear in the series.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

The legal stuff: This is fiction, folks; the characters are figments of my
imagination.  If you ain't 18, don't read (if you're a homophobe, go
somewhere else - the puppy is already leaving too much dog shit for me to
put up with).  Everything in Nifty is copyrighted, this means that you're
stealing if you post any story from Nifty elsewhere without the writer's
permission.

June is just a month away now.  My 2nd anthology SKIN FLICKS II will be out
then.  If you thought Casting Couch Confessions was hot, wait until you get
your hands on this one.  You can pre-order it from Amazon already - but you
won't get it until Companion Press ships the first copies.  Wait until
Nifty puts up a link.  It'll be there for you to use, the day I get my
complimentary copy.

There have to have been nearly a hundred of you who have written me over
the months to tell me how you feel about Growing Up Sexual.  I don't think
one of your comments have been negative.  I've made some great friends with
this series.  I'd appreciate it if you continue to let me know how you like
this story as well as the other two currently appearing on Nifty: Gut
Feelings in Beginnings and The Learning Season in Adult/Youth.  Please let
me know what you think of my stories - good, bad, or indifferent.  I need
your input.  Write me at vichowel@aol.com.

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Auntie Clyde threw a bash the last weekend in October to celebrate closing
down his pool for the winter.  Most of the boys I knew well were there -
along with a few older brothers home from jobs in Savannah or Macon and
college boys home to get their laundry done.  I was leaning against the
side of the pool and sort of hiding my near erection as I chatted with
Richard, Billy, and Lindy.  It had been two weeks since I'd had something
going with Lindy and Broughton.  It'd been months since Billy and Richard
invited me to join them.

I saw him then.  Marshall Fields.

I knew who he was.  We were in the same circle after all.  His daddy owned
the biggest spread in the county - after Clyde Lee's place, that is.  His
mother was the county's school board, at least she ran it with an iron
hand.  But Marshall was also five years older than I was.  I knew who he
was and could recognize him, but I didn't exactly know him.

He was looking better than I ever remembered him looking.  Curly brown hair
that just reached his collar, a well-developed body that was smooth.  A
slim waist and long legs made him look even better.  College certainly
agreed with him.  I didn't remember his dick being so big and thick.  I
found myself wishing that he'd notice me.

Julian was on all fours beside the pool with Ronnie Varnadore ploughing him
good.  Richard and Billy were talking about some party they wanted to put
on during the Thanksgiving holidays - if they could get rid of their
parents for that weekend.  Lindy was just nodding, but I could tell from
his eyes he wasn't into what Richard was planning; he was stealing glances
at Richard's crotch, though.  The idea that Glenda Faye Woods would be on
hand and about as available as Julian was today just didn't do it for him,
any more than it did for me.  Both of us, however, understood that we had
to play the game, just as I knew Billy was.

Marshall slipped into the pool beside me.  "You're Vic Howell, aren't you?"
Lindy looked from me to Marshall and back, two and two adding up to four
again as it usually did.  He grinned at me and turned all of his attention
to Richard.  I turned to face Marshall, my pole going all the way hard on
me.

I nodded and hoped he was interested.  "Are you home just for the weekend?"
I asked, letting him know that I understood the pecking order of things as
it related to him.

"Yeah."  He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling.  "Letting the folks get
another gander at the first born-" He glanced over at Julian and Ronnie.
"It's the funniest thing - but, while I'm here, I slide back into most of
the fun things I used to do.  But, when I leave Sunday afternoon, I'll
forget all about what makes Soul so much fun when you're stuck with being
here-"

He had me confused.  I might have tried to bull my way through it with one
of my 9th grade friends or even Broughton or other kids in high school.
But a college sophomore?  And one I realized I wanted?  I decided to be
careful and make sure I understood what he was saying.  "What're you
saying?" I asked.

He chuckled.  At Emory I belong to a fraternity, I've asked a girl to marry
me - I don't even think of what made up so much of my sex life when I still
lived here."  He glanced back at Julian and Ronnie.  "Growing up in Soul
was fun, Vic.  But I've grown up."  He continued to watch as Ronnie
stiffened and slammed into Julian's butt and stayed there.  "Sometimes, I
wish I never had grown up though.  Sometimes, I want to stay young and free
like I used to be."

I looked to where Richard, Billy, and Lindy had been standing.  They'd
moved to the other side of the pool to talk to the Weeks twins.  Marshall
and I were effectively alone.

"We could go somewhere," I told him, making sure my voice didn't carry.  He
turned to face me, his blue eyes studying me.

"You're sure?"  I nodded, a familiar itch flaring hot and hard deep in my
butt.  "It can only be this one time, Vic - this one afternoon.  They tell
me I'm grown up these days, and that kind of fun is supposed to be behind
me."

"Do you have a place we can go?"

"How about using one of Clyde's bedrooms?"

"I'd just as soon nobody knew what I was doing," I told him, remembering
how both Broughton and Ronnie had me figured out after Clyde porked me in
the privacy of his bedroom.  "They can think whatever they want to, but -
well, you know ... If we did something here, they'd pretty well have me
figured out then."

"There's an old tenant house on the back end of our property.  It's not
been lived in for a few years and it's pretty run down-"

It'll do, don't you think?"  I really wanted him now.  I wanted to feel him
buried deep inside me.  It wouldn't matter if we weren't doing it on a bed
or even how much dust I was getting on me.  I looked over at Julian.  He
had one of the Weeks twins behind him and was bobbing on the other one.
"I'll tell the guys that I'm going home to study-" I grinned.  "I am having
a hard time understanding algebra."

Marshall laughed.  "Tell them I'm driving you home so that I can give you
some pointers."  I nodded and started for my friends, wishing my erection
would go down until I got away from Clyde's.

* * *

I stepped onto the porch and the boards groaned under me.  The house was
small, and grey from years of weathering.  I wondered how many floor boards
were going to be rotted.

Marshall pushed the door open on what once was a kitchen.  A small window,
the panes already fallen out, looked out the way we'd come, under it was a
sink with a pump instead of faucets.  A section of the venting had fallen
behind the wood-burning stove.  Marshall followed me inside, carrying a
blanket for us.

"Vic-?"

I turned to face him.  "You understand that I can't do anything back, don't
you?"  I studied him blankly for a moment.  "If that's going to bother you,
I'll take you home now."

"You won't even suck me off?"  I didn't know why I asked the question.  I
hadn't thought of anything but getting Marshall Fields naked again since we
left Auntie Clyde's.

He looked back at the window over the sink.  "If I start sucking dick at
19, then I'm going to be just as queer as Clyde or that Julian Head.  I'm
engaged, Vic - to a really nice girl."

"But you want to have sex with me, don't you?" I asked, suddenly afraid
that I wasn't going to get any of him after all.

"If you want to."

"Do you want to, Marshall?"

He turned back to face me, his face lighting up.  "You've got one nice
looking ass there, Vic.  I want to feel it as I buttfuck you.  I want to
feel it clamping down on me when you shoot.  Yeah, I want to have sex with
you.  But I've got to be honest too."

"Where?"

"The next room ought to be okay."  I didn't wait for him to lead.  I
scampered for the opening, my pole already hard behind my shorts.

I toed off my sneakers while I pulled my tee-shirt out of my shorts.  I
pulled it over my head and turned back to watch Marshall enter the bare
room.  I unhasped my waist button and pulled down my zipper.  He started to
unfold the blanket as I shoved my shorts and pants over my fanny and let
them fall down my legs.

Marshall started to spread out the blanket and I moved to help him.  He
looked over at me and smiled.  "You should be getting your share of ass
with that thing, Vic."

I blushed and squatted on the blanket but I didn't try to hide anything.
"Let's see you now," I told him.

"You don't want to undress me?" he asked grinning and rolled his hips
provocatively.

"I want you naked," I growled.  I want to taste you and feel you inside me.
I want to feel you moving inside me."  I reached up and unhooked his waist
hasp and quickly started to pull his zipper down.

He stepped back until he no longer stood on the blanket.  "That's not fair
to you, Vic.  I'll do it, though."  He quickly toed off his docksiders and
pulled his shirt over his head.  A moment later, he was pushing both his
shorts and his briefs down his legs.  I watched as his dick became free and
sprang up to hit him in the gut.

It was as big as it looked out at Clyde's pool.  I licked my lips.
Marshall sat on his heels on the blanket and smiled over at me.  "What do
you want to do first?"

"I want to taste that thing," I told him and, leaning forward, reached
between his spread legs to encircle his erection.  "Then, I want it inside
me."

Marshall laughed.  "You're a hungry boy then."

"Yeah.  I guess I am at that," I allowed, "I think you've got something to
do with it, though."  I leant into him, my lips closing in on his dick.  My
buttocks hiked off the blanket to leave me on my knees in front of him by
the time my face had reached his crotch.

Since Richard had popped my cherry that day almost 3 years ago in his pool,
I'd never been bashful about my interest in dick.  Not once, however, had I
ever felt the need for sex and acted on it like I was with Marshall Fields.
I'd never really instigated sex with another boy like I was with him there
in the old tenant house.

Marshall was a good looking boy and he knew how to dress so that he showed
off his body to the best possible effect.  He had a really nice body when
it was out of its clothes too.  He wasn't cut but was about as long and
thick as Brougton or Julian.  With his skin pulled back, his head was
smaller than Broughton's, more like the same width as his shaft.

But Richard was better looking than Marshall was - and his dick was simple
perfection compared to anybody's.  My cousins had poles just as nice.  The
boys at the preacher's camp who did porn movies for him were maybe a little
better than Marshall - over all.

Only, I'd been wanting this college boy since the first moment I'd seen him
at Clyde's pool.  Wanting him in my butt and down my throat.  It wasn't
love.  I understood this was my one and only time with Marshall Fields.
That was all I saw myself wanting as well. It was a kind of lust I'd never
felt before.  It was almost scary, it was so strong.

At that moment I wanted Marshall Fields something wicked.  And I had him
naked with his legs spread in front of me as my tongue flattened and worked
beneath his skin.

I swallowed him, my lips pushing his foreskin back off his knob and my
tongue working the underside of his dick.  His hands came up and began to
explore both sides of my face.  "It's been so long," he moaned as his
fingers began to slowly brush through my hair.  His knob slipped between my
tonsils and pushed into my throat.  My nose buried in his bush.  "Suck me,"
he hissed and lay back to give me total access to him.

I bobbed on his 8".  One hand moved over his belly onto his chest until I
found his nipples; the other tugged at his ballsac.  Marshall moaned and
writhed under me.  His balls tightened even as I pulled on them to keep
them loose.  "I'm close," he grunted and began to fuck my mouth.

Marshall Fields didn't last long.  His dick pushed hard into my throat and
I felt it expand and throb, his body stiffening beneath me.  I pulled off
of him, except his head to taste him as his second wad exploded out of him.

He tasted stronger than any one else I'd sucked off, and his cum was
thicker.  "Oh God!" he cried, jerking like he was being electrocuted.  A
third and then a fourth load pumped into my mouth and I was trying to
swallow it fast to get it all.

After he'd finished unloading, I licked him clean - his dick, his balls,
his thighs, even his stomach.  He smiled up at me.  "Why couldn't we have
been in school together, Vic?" he mused.  "We'd have made a real team
between us."  I smiled down at him.  I lay down beside him, snuggling
against him.

Marshall's arm went around my chest and he turned into me, pulling me back
against his chest.  His dick slipped naturally into my crack.  It was still
hard.  I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.  "When you do get
up, you stay that way, don't you?" I laughed.

He grinned back.  "It's the company I'm keeping, Vic.  Back at Clyde's I
was having a hard time keeping it down.  Now that we're alone, I'm letting
it do what it wants."

That damned itch flared white hot deep in my butt at that moment.  "Think
it'd like to be inside me?" I asked, my voice grown husky already.  My pole
stood at full mast.  I wiggled my fanny against him.

He chuckled.  "I think little Marsh would love that."  He frowned.  "But we
don't have anything greasy to make it easy for you."

"Just put it in slow and easy.  I'll be all right then."  I lifted my leg
and dropped it behind him, draping his buttocks even as I lifted my butt a
couple of inches off the blanket.  I turned more towards him, lying on my
back, as I reached for his meat and situated it at my entrance.

His gaze held mine.  "You're sure?"  I nodded and he began to push his hips
forward.  I held his dick in position as it entered me.

I was riding one of the waves already crashing through me as his knob
opened up my sphincter.  My tool leaked precum across my belly.  The head
of his dick eased into my channel and my whole body became his.  "Oh,
yeah!" I groaned.

I had one leg draped over Marshall's butt; I slipped the other one between
his thighs.  The new position kept my hole raised just enough for him to
move easily in and out of me.

He nuzzled my ear with his lips and, as I turned my head towards him, they
moved onto my cheek.  His eyes were closed.  I turned into him and pressed
my lips against his.

He opened his eyes, his dick pushed all the way into me and stayed there.
"I don't kiss-" He stopped and studied my face.  "Shit!  Why not?  It's
just the one time," he said to himself and his face began to move slowly
towards mine.

Our lips touched, my tongue darted between his teeth to meet his.  His hand
found my pole, wrapped around it, and began to stroke it as his own dick
again began to move in me.

Stars exploded around us, burning us in their heat.  We lay in the deepest
peace of the depths of space, frozen in its cold.  We thundered between the
atoms of existence through eternity.  Time no longer had meaning.  Birds
called to each other outside the broken window.  Insects buzzed lazily
through the late autumn day beyond us.  We continued to kiss as Marshall's
fist stroked my meat and we rocked together through the waves of sexual
pleasure building in and around us.

I slowly began to realize that something had changed.  His movement in and
out of me had speeded up and was now short and fast.  My balls rode my
shaft and the head of my dick was harder and thicker than it ever had been.
Every fibre of my body was poised for an explosion.  Mine.  His.  Ours.  I
opened my eyes as I felt his dick throb inside me.  And came.  Rope after
rope blowing out of me.  Marshall plastered his crotch against my bottom,
unloading his own orgasm deep inside me.  Our tongues still duelled for
supremacy.

We lay together in comfortable silence, his dick still in me, my foot
draped over his hip, his arm across my chest, and both of us hard.  I don't
doubt that I dozed.

I smiled at him, his face inches from mine.  My finger came up and traced
the length of his nose before dropping to his lips and tracing those.  He
was beautiful and he was wonderful.  "That was-" I whispered and couldn't
think of a word that described how good he'd made me feel, how good I still
felt with him against me and still in me.

He smiled back at me.  "I had to make it the best, Vic.  That was my
swansong, and I wanted it to be better than anything these past 4 or 5
years.  It was.  But you made it possible."  He began to pull out of me.
"We'd better get dressed."

I felt loss draping over me as his knob pulled out of me and he sat up.  I
watched as he pushed himself to his feet and reached for his underwear.  No
boy or man had ever taken me where Marshall Fields had taken me.  I had
never had sex as intense as that which we'd just shared.

But I understood him too.  He saw the sex we'd shared as something that
belonged to his childhood.  He was engaged.  His childhood romps were
something he was putting behind him.  What we'd had was one last fling in
Marshall Fields' mind.  One last romp before he started to behave like a
grown-up.

I had known that before we undressed.  He had been honest with me.  I just
hadn't known how good he was.  How perfect he was.

I forced myself to accept that I had been one lucky boy.  Marshall had
chosen me for his last romp.  He had given me everything that he'd learnt
about sex and making his partner feel good.  I knew I would always cherish
his gift.

In the kitchen, I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me.  "Thank you,"
I breathed as my lips touched his.

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I'm going to give you a break.  No adverts for my book CASTING COUCH
CONFESSIONS this week.  I hope you enjoyed the interlude between Vic and
Marshall.

Dave MacMillan