Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 22:25:01 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 11

Red
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


11:  Excitement

Russ' body was even more attractive now, than it had been those months ago,
when he modelled for BIM.  He had grown taller and his shoulders were
wider.  His upper body was beginning to fill in, with the swimming.  His
butt was oh so round and oh so perfectly shaped.  Best of all his skin was
baby smooth, with hair so fine it was almost invisible, even if it was red.
His abdominal muscles were firming up and his waist was still very narrow.
His nipples were still quite small but showing signs of definition.  Over
all, Russ is truly beautiful.  His clothing hung on is body, as if designed
for it.  Everything fit perfectly, from his undies to his dress shirt.  His
gold necklace, set off his neck and shoulders.  The bikini style swimming
suit, accented his boyhood and his long legs, perfectly.  The fabrics were
so well chosen, never a wrinkle or sag was seen.  The material clung to his
body, as if a second skin, following every contour, clearly defining his
butt cleft.  Something that gave Kos considerable delight.

Even his name brand jeans, had been remodelled to fit, even better than off
the shelf.  Russ was not alone, all the society boys were dressed like he
was.  Kos is also very handsome.  He is tall and lean.  The classic male
triangle, with very wide shoulders, well defined pecks, narrow waist and
hips and a package that screamed for attention.  His standard racing
Speedo, clung to his body, which had lots of fine blond hair and very well
defined muscles.

This afternoon the Smith brothers had been giving all the girls sticky
panties and the boys stiff cocks, at the local pool.  Sheila and Nadine
turned a few heads themselves.  In the locker room and shower, both our
boys displayed their wares, without the slightest bit of modesty.  Not that
they were all that modest to begin with, being accustomed to going around
naked at the club, seamed to put both our boys at complete ease, in the
semi public setting of a pool shower room.

Following the pool, Kos drove everyone to Ice Cream Haven.  Being a hot
day, the parking lot was stuffed.  Kos found a safe place, to park Les' big
silver car, way in the back, behind the building.  Being a very hot
afternoon, the line up stretched well out the door, into the parking lot.
A normal situation on a hot summer day.

Ice Cream Haven has just the best hard and soft treats in the world.  Well,
that's my take on it.  I sure love the chocolate soft serve and the old
fashioned, ice cream sodas.

It took a while for the line to move and just as I was opening the door for
Sheila, a large Hispanic looking fellow pushed her aside, almost knocking
her down.  This did not go well with me, at all.  Ok, that is a literary
understatement, I am real pissed!  I am not about to be shoved aside by
anyone, even if that anyone is older and larger.  To me, that is a form of
abuse and I don't do abuse.  I am even less inclined, to allow anyone to
shove my girl or any of my friends aside, in such a rude manner.  Me being
me, did not say a word, Sheila was doing enough protesting, all on her own.
Not me, I just kept my mouth shut and put my body in action.  The fellow
strode through the open door, I swung my right leg around, making contact
with the fellow's shin, just above and ankle.  A move, designed to deliver
incredible pain.  In fact, I broke the bone, just like I had been braking
wooden planks, in class.  Just like my marshal arts training had taught me,
not to do.  They did say we could use our skills in self defence.  I
figured, close enough for the company I keep.  This caused the fellow to go
down hard, on his face, striking his head on a table, in the process.

Kos was standing right behind them, he saw exactly what Russ was doing and
he could also see, the rude fellow had back up, moving fast in Russ'
direction.  Kos moved in and managed to thwart the actions of the fellow's
buddies; a swift hand chop to the throat, sent the second one crashing into
the third Hispanic looking boy, that was hot on his heals.  Kos grabbed the
third, smaller fellow and drove his head, into the head of the larger one,
who was gasping for air.  If you remember the Three Stooges films, you have
a good mental picture of exactly how it looked.

Sheila and Nadine entered the store, stepping over Broken Leg, who was now
coming around.  He reached into his pocket and Russ reacted by driving his
foot against the arm, mid way between the elbow and the wrist, causing more
pain but not braking it, this time.  "Don't even think about moving or I
will brake every bone in your body, agujero del asno (ass hole)."

"I guess you don't know who I am, pequeño muchacho (little boy)."

"Well, that makes us even, turkey."  The gang boy was slowly moving his
hand out of his pocket.  Something Russ noticed and watched with care.
Suddenly, the gang boy screamed, as Russ left foot crushed his hand against
the concrete floor; having his fingers rapped around the handle of his
small fire arm, immediately caused several of those flanges, to be broken
as well.  "That means you still have about 100 more for me to work on.  I
know one thing for sure, you are a fuck of a lot stupider than I thought.
Move again, agujero del asno and your name will have a feminine ending."
This caused the boy's left hand to cover his crotch, as Russ feigned a kick
to his groin.  Broken Leg's eyes were now wide open and fixed on Russ.  The
look on his face was some pathetic too.  It was a mix of pain, fear,
foreboding and helplessness.

All this was causing everyone to back up and move away from the impending
and occurring action, as best they could.  Nadine moved in behind Russ and
kicked the gun away and moved over to guard it, along with Sheila.  Some
how she had the presence of mind not to pick it up but just place her small
foot over it.  Finger prints would establish ownership.  She watches those
CSI shows too.

By this time, the cops were only meters away, advancing as quickly as
possible.  The manager had pressed a panic button, next to the cash, when
he saw what was taking place.  The manager knew these were local Hispanic
gang members and he recognized the potential for trouble, when he saw it.

Outside, Kos was standing over his two, daring them to make any kind of
move.  The other patrons, who had been in the line, began to moved off and
started to scatter, not wanting to get involved in all this.  To late
however, the cops were now arriving.

This was all very exciting and a bit frightening, especially when a search
revealed, in addition to broken leg's 38 snub nose, the tall one, that Kos
hit in the neck, had a large switch blade in his pocket.  Fortunately, he
had not had an opportunity to pull it out.  Kos was ready and able to
disarm this one anyway.

The cops interviewed the witnesses, taking names and addresses and brief
statements.  They had much more to say to Russ, Kos, Sheila and Nadine.  As
well as, the three disabled gang members.

It did not take to long for the cops to get the stories recorded and send
the three with EMS, under guard, to have their wounds tended.  Between the
security tapes, both outside and inside cameras, it was very clear what had
happened.  Kos and Russ were quickly identified as Eric's cousins and he
was summoned.  When they found out Sheila was Judge Carter's granddaughter,
that only added to their rather quick change in attitude.

These officers knew the gang members and at first, thought Russ and Kos
were part of some rival organization.

Broken Leg and now Broken Flanges was very vocal in his protests of
innocence and demanding that the cops arrest that red headed kid, for
assault.  Nadine held her peace but pointed to the 38, laying at her feet.
For Russ' part he was quite proud of his handy work, reminding the cops and
Broken Leg, he was only 11 and that he was not about to answer any
questions, until the child advocate and or his lawyer showed up.

Broken Leg admitted the 38 was his and the manager and other staff all took
Russ' side, pointing out Broken Leg had a habit of throwing his weight
around, when ever he came into the store.  Your author was not sure what
hurt Broken Leg more, his injuries or the cops laughing at him, "the big
tough gang leader, being brought down by a white 11 year old".  He thinks
it was the latter.  When Eric and Sandy showed up and Sandy just sniffed
him and went right to Russ and Sheila, it was like poring salt into the
wound.  She obviously dismissed him, as a further threat.

What scared the hell out of him and his buddies, were some of Simon's
comments, as he looked over the X-rays. Things like the rather complete job
his little brother-in-law had done and the amount of restraint his big
brother-in-law had used on the other two.  "You know that blow to the
throat would have killed you, had full force been applied."  Simon of
course, was highly professional in his ministrations to the injured.
Setting the broken leg did require a rather awkward cast, do to its
proximity to the ankle.  The 3 broken fingers, in 6 places, meant complete
immobilization of the hand, for some weeks.  This prevented the use of
crutches, the big tough gang leader was relegated to a wheel chair.  Simon
managed to do this, without causing any undue physical pain.

Committing a felony, being robbery with a gun, makes it armed robbery,
makes it even more serious.  Had the fool not discharged it, all be it into
the ceiling, the cops would not have been able to prove, it was his weapon
that linked him to that crime, but he had.

It took some time but everything got straightened out.  They did get their
ice cream too.  It turned out that the 38 had been used in a robbery, some
weeks past and when Broken Leg's lawyer found out the girl, he had
obviously assaulted, was Judge Carter's granddaughter, any complaint they
may have had, was quickly forgotten.

If Russ wasn't her hero before, he sure was now.  Sheila quickly forgot
about Nadine and Kos.  It was all Russ in her mind.  That did not mean, all
four were not subjected to numerous admonitions about exposing themselves
to danger and so on.  For Nadine's part, she had a new appreciation of her
young friend and a whole lot of admiration for Kos, how calm he was, how
well he handled the two associates.  For Sheila's parents part, they were
of greatly mixed emotions.  They sure did not like the idea of Sheila being
put in danger.  They were up set that she was assaulted, all be it with no
real harm.  They were very proud of Russ and Kos for standing up to these
bullies and protecting their ladies.  Cathair, of course, wanted to heap
parses on the boys, they did just what he would have wanted to do.  He
refrained doing so, except in private.  He does have to live with Lorraine.
Ed was much more straight forward.  He declared straight out that Russ and
Kos were heroes and did just what he would have done; reminding his
daughter he had done all that and more, while in the military.  His service
in that dirty war, as he called it, was not something he talks about.

This time, when Todd Wright, the reporter showed up for interviews, he got
several ears full and an exclusive too.... "Didn't you think it could be
dangerous, messing with a gang leader like Lope?" (Todd) (Spanish form of
Loup which is the French form of the Late Latin name Lupus which meant
"wolf")

"No, to me he was just a bully that pushed my girlfriend, while trying to
butt into a long line." Russ said.

"I thought he was just being rude but when he pushed me I almost fell down,
Nadine caught me." Sheila added.

"And then what happened, Sheila," Todd asked?

"He started to push his way into the door and Russ moved like lightning.
The next thing I knew, Russ was inside the door and Nadine and I were being
pushed forward by the crowd behind.  So we stepped over this Lope fellow
and went in," Sheila explained.  Nadine just nodded, indicating she had
nothing to add.

"Kos, why did you take on the other two," Todd asked?

"I saw this large Hispanic man and his friend, approaching from my right,
in a kind of `line astern' fashion.  When they got up to our position and
the action went down, I was concerned that Russ would be attacked, so I
positioned myself to defend.  They made a move toward Russ and I struck out
to prevent that," Kos answered

"You brought the two down with one blow, how did that make you feel," Todd
asked?

"At the moment I didn't think about anything but defending my little
brother and our girlfriends.  After it was over I felt just a bit sad that
force was required," Kos replied.

"You mean that you felt bad for having defended your brother's honor," Todd
asked?

"No, Todd not his honor, his person." Kos replied.

"This is not a question of honor, as those gang members would like you to
believe.  This is a question of civil conduct.  It is not a question of
white and Hispanic either, another allegation being made.  It is strictly a
question of, conducting ones self in a civil and courteous manner," Fred
interjected.

"Ya, that Lope fellow, just acted like all the other patrons were somehow
in his private space and we were some how lesser persons, that must move
out of his way.  In fact, he demonstrated he was loopy trying to pull his
gun on us," Russ said.  Russ' pun made everyone smile.

"Tell me how and why you reacted, to his shoving Sheila out of the way,"
Todd asked.

"I was holding the door open for Sheila and Nadine, when he shoved her,
almost knocking her down.  Just because we are kids, is no reason or
permission to do that.  The bastard just ignored me when I called him on
pushing Sheila, so I just give him a good kick in the leg," Russ explained.

"Did you intend to brake his leg when you did that?"  Fred was about to
intervene but Russ answered before he could.

"No, not brake it, just hit him hard enough so he would not be in a
position to strike back.  When you are, at best 3/4's of the size, you must
apply, perhaps just a bit more force, than you would for an opponent of
equal size," Russ explained.  Fred was afraid Russ would compromise his
position, by admitting he wanted to injure this Lope fellow.

"Why did you kick his arm, when he was already down and the girls were
safely inside," Todd asked?

"A good question.  I give his arm a hard touch with my foot, when he
reached into his pocket.  I didn't know what he had in there but could see
what ever it was made a bulge.  I also told him, doing that was a very
unwise move.  I guess he thought, only a kid or he is not very smart, so he
persisted.  When I saw the gun, I crushed his hand against the floor and
kicked the gun away, so no one else would get hurt," Russ explained.

"Kos, the gang has said that will be seeking a resolution of their leader's
honor.  Are you concerned by this," Todd said?

"What honor is their in bulling children?  They have a lot of work to do,
since I doubt that they have any to begin with.  honor is not built on the
backs of children or intimidation.  It is not something one starts out
with, it is earned and granted by others, in recognition of that earning.
Just because someone claims to be honourable or to have honor, does not
make it so.  This kind of attitude demonstrates only ignorance.  Where is
the honor in demanding something, that has not been earned.  That is not
honor, it is self aggrandizement, probably resulting from greed and a very
low self esteem." Russ explained.

"But are you concerned," Todd persisted?

"For myself, not in the least.  For others, of course," Kos replied.

"Can you expand on that," Todd asked?

"No, but when the best these people can do, is threaten children, using the
bravado they have, in a misguided attempt to cover their embarrassment..."
Kos stammered.

"What embarrassment, are you talking about," Todd asked?

"The supposedly big, tough Lope is brought down and disarmed by a pissed
off eleven year old and this art student disables his two buddies.  If
that's not an embarrassment to a gang, of reputed toughness, what is?"

"The word on the street is, Los Amigos Del Lobo has put a price on your
heads," Todd stated.

"And that word should not appear in your story, understood.  Put your notes
away for a bit Todd." Fred said.

"That is a good way to regain your honor now isn't it," Kos quipped.

"I hope it is a good high one, since my Russell is close to priceless."
Sheila added.  Sheila was snuggled up to Russ and got even closer.  Nadine
was sitting next to Kos and gave him a big hug.

"Now if any of them would like to make that threat publicly, the Organized
Crime Boys will be glad to round them up.  They have been looking for some
excuse, for a long time."  Eric added.

"I would not print any kind of rumour like that but perhaps others might."
Todd said.

"I have an Idea.  You could print something attributed to an unnamed police
source.  Let me see, oh yes.  How about: an unnamed police source
suggested, as soon as Lope is released on bail, he and his gang are
expected to take retribution on Russ and Kos.  The gang is then expected to
replace him as leader.  The source was unsure how much blood that would
involve."  Eric looked at his dad.  Fred was about to speak when Russ
chimed in, "So we are `dead men walking'."  Sheila was very upset by his
comment.

"I like it son.  Use it Todd.  Eric is a police source after all and you
are not saying it is in any way official department word, just the
speculation of an unnamed source."  Fred said.

Later that day Ruth speaking on behalf of the minors, who could not be
named publicly, stated they were not intending to press assault charges, if
Lope publicly apologized for his rude behaviour.  "My clients feel that
pressing charges would only be adding insult to the injuries he sustained."
The cops were pressing concealed weapons and robbery charges, however.
Olaf then came on to read the statement of apology, on behalf of his
client.  Todd was able to weave that into his story which would appear in
the morning.

Judge Carter was glad of this.  He did not feel the need to recuse himself
from this case, since it no longer involved his granddaughter.  The fellow
with the knife, was released on bail, since it was his first real offence.
Lope and Olaf did not oppose the rather stiff bail requirements, ask for by
the DA.  That would mean Lope would spend several more days in the clink,
until he was able to raise the bond money.  Eric figured, he took advantage
of that time, to evaluate the comments of the unidentified police source.

Russ and Kos were local heroes, at least to their ladies and family.  All
of their friends were congratulatory.  Russ was an instant celebrity, among
the grade 5-6 set, to say the least.  Mom and dad Smith were of two minds.
They were not happy that the boys got into an altercation, one that could
have seen them or others hurt.  They were proud and relieved, not only did
they both do what they believe they need too but that all the money for
karate club memberships, was obviously well spent.  The Ganymede boys and
men were very proud of them and made no bones about it.  It was the older
men at the club which heaped praises on them the most.  Many were veterans
and like Ed would have done nothing less, assuming they were in shape, to
still do it at all.

"Clarence, Amos and the other Ganymede boys were all over me, like a
blanket.  Not just boys my age, most of the older ones too.  They just kept
peppering me with questions.  It took a long time for me to get everyone to
understand, I did not intend to brake Lope's leg.  I think if he had not
been moving through the door at the time, it would not have happened.  Now
his fingers were another matter.  When I saw that gun, I was scared as
hell.  I knew, what I did had to be good and had to be final.  I also knew,
he would be expecting my right foot, not my left.  He probably had some
boxing experience and figured I might lead with my left but would deliver a
real blow with my right.  That is one thing my karate master taught us.  He
taught us to deliver blows with both hands and both feet, with equal force
and accuracy.  Since only 10 percent are left handed, your opponent will
assume you are right.  That assumption may be accurate but he taught us to
use it, to our advantage.  I guess that is how Kos learned to paint and
draw with both hands.  I have seen him working two brushes at once, one in
each hand.

Anyway, being a hero is good I guess but some times it just goes on a bit
to long.  Our leaders want us, all us Ganymede's to be prepared to step up,
when and if needed, like Kos and I did.  I know some of the more feminine
boys and men are a bit hesitant.  I think it was one of the older men that
was instructing us, who just said, "a boy has to do what a boy has to do
and sometimes that means hurting others".  I wanted to tell them that I had
been physically abused and I know that is true and that I will never be in
the position of not being able to defend myself again.  I didn't, Kos
wouldn't let me.

Kos was so proud of me.  It wasn't until I saw the security tapes, that I
realized just how proud of Kos, I was.  He backed me up 100 percent, right
from the get go.  I mean, he took out two of them with one blow and that
neat head butt thing.  I'm sure those two were on mega-aspirins, for a long
time.  I mean it hurt my head just to watch it.  Well I guess the Smith
Brothers are not just pretty faces.  We knew that all along, now I think
everyone else knows too.

After we took Nadine and Sheila home, we settled in for one long love
making time.  Sheila had sure got my motor running.  I'm sure, if we had
been alone, she would have hopped into my bed, right there and then.  We
weren't, so it didn't happen.  The legal age for us is 14 in this state and
we are only 11.  I don't think, that is something either of us are
concerned about.  I mean, it is not legal for Kos and I but we do.  Sheila
and I love each other, I don't think legal stuff ever enters our minds.  I
know I'm not ready to have sex with her.  She probably isn't ready for me
either.  Sure we profess our love and I know the feeling is real.  The
question is love or lust?  Nancy explained it all to me one afternoon.  I
guess she is right, we are not mature enough yet, to know the difference.
Since we are not sure, if it is lust or love or both, best to not test the
water, to just enjoy what ever it is, for as long as we can.

The older boys at the society assure me that what ever it is, it won't
last.  Most of them have had several girlfriends by the time they are in
grade 12.  One thing bothers me about this.  We Ganymedes are all in love
with our men.  Most if not all of us get all the sex we could ever imagine.
That means we don't need girls, in that love and sex equation.  Some times
it is just way to confusing, even for a bright kid like me.

After we got home Kos took me up to his room.  I was just a bit confused at
first.  He started to take my cloths off like he always does but this time
he was kissing me all over my body.  Not that this is new but never with
this level of intensity or level of emotion.  I had never seen him cry so
much before.  It was like he was letting out something, that had been
bottled up tight inside.  Anyway he got me naked and just kept kissing and
licking my body.  I sure love that too.  I was so worked up and my penis
was so stiff, I thought it would explode.  He just kept it up until it did
sending about 10 ejaculations all over his shirt and pants.  Then he picked
me up and carried me to the bed.

Kos would not let me undress him, he did it for himself but in the most
provocative way he could think of.  He did kind of a dance, although not to
any music I know.  Maybe to some music in his own head.

Kos had me roll over and spread my legs.  I was laying on my tummy and his
mouth was working up my legs from the knee to the butt and then in my
cleft, until his tongue pressed into my anus.  I was beside myself and
ready to come again, by the time he let up.  He kept me in that position
and after greasing us both up, slid his long had cock into my hole.  He
supported his body on his toes and hands and thrust into me, by working his
hips back and forth.  I don't think his legs or back moved at all.
Sometimes his head dropped and he would kiss the back of my neck.  I kind
of like this but I like to feel his body against mine too.  Anyway he came
inside me and I could feel each and every shot of semen, filling up my
bowl.

He knelt on the bed with his butt in the air and his face pressed into the
covers and I fucked him.  I was in a real rush and just went at him with
fast short strokes, spilling my ejaculated into his ass as soon as
possible.

We lay together for a long time, just feeling each other's presence.  With
no real communication we just got up together and went into the bathroom.

Just before we drifted off to sleep Kos said, "I was so scared something
would happen to you Russ.  Promise me you won't ever do anything stupid.
Promise me you won't ever leave me and we will always be together, you know
brothers and lovers, promise."

"I promise, but does that mean we will never have boys of our own to pass
these necklaces on to?"

"I guess we will just have to get new ones for them."  I just kissed him
and he kissed me and we kept on kissing for a long time.  All I know is I
never felt so loved and so wanted and so secure, as I did laying next to
Kos.  Sure it was lust but surely it was one hell of a lot more than that."