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. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% 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!" &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Recently, I came across an interesting book - 3 MINUTES A DAY TO A 120 YEAR LIFESPAN by Robert D Willix Jr, MD, (Life LLC, Baltimore, MD). You have to understand that at 57, my joints had started to ache, I didn't have the same amount of energy I had when I was 30, etc. I wasn't ready to be old. In short, I was ready for this book. 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