Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2012 21:07:54 +0000 From: Ivor Sukwell Subject: Russ This story is, of course, fictional; if there are boys named Russ and James who happen to live in Birmingham and are close friends, we can all only hope they have as much fun together as the two in this story. This story is about sex; boy/boy and man/boy sex, so if that is not your thing it would be advisable to read no further. Read no further either if the law where you are prohibits such material or if you are of insufficient age to be deemed responsible enough to be exposed to stories such as this. If the latter is the case and you insist on reading on despite this warning, please, please remember that this is fantasy and not fact. In the fantasy world it is not necessary to practice safe sex -- in the real world it is very necessary! For those of you who have got this far -- I hope you enjoy what follows. Russ: A story by Ivor Sukwell "Aaahhhhhhhh," Russ sighed, letting his breath slowly escape from his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he almost purred, before slowly breathing in again. His face had a contented smile as he breathed slowly in and out, murmuring and purring with each breath. He resisted any temptation to move, he was comfortable as he was, hips propped up by a couple of pillows and legs stretched far enough apart for his best friend, James, to have easy access for his probing tongue. Russ was almost seventeen, his friend James a couple of months younger, and they had been playing games together for years, but this was only the... Russ concentrated on counting, only the sixth time that James had eaten him out. James hadn't wanted to do it at first; he'd always been a bit reluctant to go one step further, not even wanting to swallow when they first started spunking -- they'd been sucking each other from well before they were able to shoot -- but once Russ had talked him into taking his first mouthful he hadn't looked back and now every suck session ended with them eating each other's creamy offerings. It was the same with rimming. Russ had had to eat out his friend first so he could realize how good it felt, and then, once James had got started it seemed as though he couldn't get enough of his mate's hole. That was fine by Russ, he loved being eaten, even more so because being eaten led on to other things and Russ loved those best of all. James would munch on him, tonguing him as deep as he could, until his face got tired. Then it was roll onto his side so James could put a finger in where his tongue had been and use his mouth to suck cock instead of eat arse. One finger would become two and two would become three, opening Russ up behind while his cock was swallowed at the front. James's fingers working in his hole would find Russ's prostrate and caress it and the combined fingering and sucking would lead to Russ having a massive spunking which James would eat slowly. Russ would then roll back onto his stomach and James would replace his fingers with his prick and fuck away till he unloaded deep in Russ's bowels. Sometimes James would fuck him long and slow, making it really last, other times he would pound away like a demented rabbit; Russ loved it both ways, loved a mixture as well, some long and slow mixed up with some short and fast. It always ended the same way with James plunging in hard and deep, holding his cock there as deep in as it would go and shouting out, "Oh fuck! Yeh!" as he squirted, pumping his hot cream inside his friend. It was odd really, how they'd moved on from sucking to fucking. They'd tried it once or twice, but never been able to get the mechanics right, decent sized sixteen year old cock does not slide easily into tight, virgin, sixteen year old hole, it takes time, care and preparation, and sixteen year old boys are far more interested in action than in preparation. So, after a couple of failed attempts, they'd settled for sixty nining instead, quite content to spunk in each other's mouths and swallow what they both now regarded as a tasty reward for their efforts. And then, one November Sunday, Russ had been on the net, in a gay chat room, looking for some horny chat to wank to. He got that, and he got more as well...he got an invitation to spend a week in Spain with some old guy, and he went for it! Massive gamble of course, but the lure of days on the beach and nights getting fucked was too much to resist. Russ purred softly as he recalled that week. "Tongue me deep, baby," he whispered, to himself as much as to James, who, nevertheless, took the hint, and poked as much tongue as he could inside Russ's twitching hole. The first day had gone according to plan -- a deserted, sunny beach where Russ exposed his entire and smooth young body to the sun and to the very definitely lustful gaze of the man he had daringly gone to meet. Sated with sun they had gone to a restaurant and eaten a large and delicious meal before returning to the man's apartment and to sex. Russ submitted his willing flesh to the man's lustful desires and learned an awful lot about the sort of things an experienced man can do to make a boy feel good. After about an hour of being licked, nibbled and kissed all over his front -- he had no idea how good a mouth could feel on his smooth legs and under his arms and when his tits got licked and nibbled he thought his cock was going to burst -- he was sent to shower and clean his arse. He returned clean and tasty for the surprise of a joint before his hole learned what men do to boys in paradise. He was there for sex and relaxed by the joint so he had happily complied with the man arranging him so that he was kneeling on the sofa, his head comfortably resting on the back and his arse pointing into the room. The man got behind him, stroked his arse cheeks, pulled them apart with his thumbs and told him he had a lovely cunt for a boy of sixteen. "Thanks," Russ had muttered. He was there to be fucked, so the fact that the man was going to fuck him was not a problem. He just hoped that he'd be more successful than James had been when he had tried. He'd braced himself for the feel of cock at his hole, but it wasn't cock, it was mouth! He just about had time to register surprise that anyone should want to kiss his arse when tongue and lips went to work and a small grenade exploded in his mind. "Oh, yeh," he breathed to James who was doing his best to recall paradise for him, probing and sucking at his moist, twitching, eager hole, "Eat my cunt, baby," he encouraged the boy who had been his best friend for years, "Eat me and fuck me." The man had eaten him, eaten him until even Russ's toes were exploding and then he had replaced his tongue with a finger, a cold, slimy finger that Russ knew meant he was being lubed up, ready for cock. He wasn't expecting to be fingered first though, so the gentle pressure of lubed finger on his expectant hole was a surprise. The man didn't try to push it in, he just left it there, gently pressing against Russ's entry point. He could feel it there, just enough pressure to get the tip inside his wet, well tongued hole, but nowhere near enough to activate his `repel invader' defences that James's far from small prick had triggered when they'd tried to fuck. The finger tip felt good, harder and better in a way than tongue, and Russ had found himself wishing it would go further in when something incredible had happened. The finger must have done something special because Russ felt his arse mechanism switch from out to in and the finger was actually sucked inside him! His arsehole opened, gripped the finger and dragged it inside him! "Oohhhhhh, yesssssssssss, pleeeaaasssssee," he sighed as James replaced his mouth with a finger and pushed it smoothly all the way in. Russ's arse was used now to being a two way hole and opened comfortably and welcomingly instead of doing its best to refuse entry. Once his finger was deep inside, the man had changed Russ's position so he could get at the boy's cock with his mouth while he fingered hole, and what was left of Russ's conscious mind noted that this was one of the first things he would get James to do the moment he got back to Birmingham. One finger became two and two became three and Russ was no longer thinking, he was just a boy giving up his body for a man's pleasure. Three fingers inside him and his prick in the man's mouth led, inevitably, to orgasm. The fingers touched something inside him that sent his body wild and his cock spurted and spurted and spurted. He'd never spunked so much and how he didn't drown the man sucking him he had no idea. He'd collapsed, exhausted by that mammoth spunking and the man had simply removed his fingers, flipped him into position and planted his cock straight up open boyhole. Cock had felt different from fingers, longer and both softer and somehow harder at the same time. It had filled his insides and sent a strange glow all the way through him. He'd had no idea of how long he had just lain there being fucked before his mind came back to him and he started to respond, fucking back onto the cock that fucked into him and no idea how long it all went on before the prick inside him went rigid, jerked and exploded. The only thing he did know was that he had been fucked and it was not going to be the only time in his life that it was going to happen! Being fucked was so incredible! He'd felt the old man's cock soften inside him and slowly start to slip out and his only regret at the loss of his virginity was that it wasn't James who had taken it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he groaned as he felt James's fingers inside him, "Suck my spunk out and fuck me senseless." He rolled onto his side so his mate could get mouth to cock, smiled blissfully as he felt the familiar hot wetness enclose his length, and lay, willing teenage flesh available for his teenage friend to enjoy for both their pleasures. James was good at sucking - he'd had a few years practice on Russ's prick, but he wasn't as skilful or as varied in the use of mouth and tongue as the old man had been. He wasn't as good at fucking yet, either, but Russ was blissfully happy being dealt with by his friend. His thoughts drifted back to that week in Spain as James worked on his cock and arse, preparing him for the mind bending fuck to come. He'd snuggled up to the old man after he'd been fucked, naked and happy. A few drinks and even a second joint had got him in the mood to talk dirty, not that Russ ever needed much encouragement to talk dirty. This wasn't anonymous chat to some unknown person in a chat room, though, this was real talk cuddled up to the man who had just fucked him, and both bollock naked. This was more confession and exploration than horny chat to get in the mood for a wank. "That was fuckin' amazin', fuckin' wonderful," he'd said to the man's shoulder where his head was resting. The man had one arm round him, hand stroking his shoulder and back, the other hand holding a cigarette. The man had explained that the cigarette was really just to keep his right hand occupied and stop it from finding its way to Russ's soft delight. "Boy needs a little rest after his first fucking," he'd said, and it was said kindly and for some reason made Russ feel good. "Mmmmmmmmmm," Russ had sighed, happy that the man still wanted to enjoy his naked flesh. He had wanted to ask if he'd been a good fuck, if the man had enjoyed having his cock inside him, but he'd never had the chance. The man had whispered stuff into his ear even before his softening cock had slipped out of freshly fucked boy hole, telling him that he had a beautiful, sexy body and that he had been an amazing fuck. "Hope you'll let me in there again," the man had whispered and Russ had sighed back, "Oh, yes; again and again...please." His hand had strayed to the man's smooth thighs and hairless groin. "You shave?" he asked, unnecessarily as his fingers wandered around smooth skin where pubes should have been. "Yeh," the man had grinned, "Find it improves wanking, get to feel all your cock and balls without hair in the way." Russ had explored, checking his own equipment and comparing it with the man's. "And boys, when I can get them, tend to prefer sucking cock rather than getting a mouthful of pubes." Russ had sniggered at that and lifted the man's soft cock with his fingers. "It's fuckin' huge," he'd commented. "Probably no longer than yours," the man had grinned, "Bit thicker perhaps, but certainly not by much." "Looks enormous." "That's `cos you can see all of it, not just the half that's not hidden by hair." Russ had sniggered again and volunteered that his was almost seven inches. "Mine's a fraction over six, so yours is longer, just doesn't look it `cos half of it's hidden by pubes." Without thinking Russ had asked if the man would prefer him shaved and they'd made their way to the bathroom to remove Russ's pubes. He'd admired his new, smooth self in the full length bathroom mirror, his cock at full attention after the handling it had received while being shaved. "Looks fuckin' huge," he'd breathed in awe, "An' somehow, don't know why, but I feel more sorta naked without pubes." "I find that as well," the man had agreed, "I suppose it's because absolutely everything really is on show." "Yeh," and then a sudden, slightly worrying thought, "I hope James likes it." "He'll probably jump on you in a frenzy of lust," the man had smiled, "And if he doesn't, they'll only take a week or so to grow back." "Hope he likes it," Russ had mused, "'Cos I think it's fuckin' horny." "So do I," the man had smiled, "So horny that I could almost be tempted to take you to bed." "Fuckin' hope so," Russ had grinned, "I ain't had nearly enough yet!" "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, go for it," Russ murmured appreciatively as his friend James gave up eating arse and shifted Russ into position for sucking and fingering. He lay on his side, allowing James to lift his upper thigh and position it over his own body, opening Russ's wet, well eaten hole for easy finger penetration. "Love you bald," James muttered, nuzzling his face into Russ's smooth pubic area, kissing the smooth skin where dark hair had once grown. "Fuckin' hot," he grunted appreciatively before engulfing hard, hairless teen cock in his mouth. Russ sighed with contentment, relaxing his cunt so his friend's lubed up finger could slide in with no resistance, and settled comfortably, eyes closed and a little, happy smile on his face as James sucked and fingered him. This would continue now until he squirted, and before that happened he would have all four of his friend's fingers inside him, opening and teasing him, making him silently beg for a real fucking. They had tried fucking without Russ squirting first, but both boys agreed that James fucked better with the taste of spunk in his mouth, and Russ was particularly fond of having his teen cream sucked and fingered out. That had happened a lot in Spain; they had been cursed with two days of bad weather so Russ was unable to sun himself on the beach. Instead he had stayed naked all day in the apartment where they had watched some television and quite a lot of porn and Russ had spunked at roughly two hourly intervals. When the weather cleared and sunning was again a possibility, Russ had decided that he could get a decent, all over, tan on the apartment's balcony, and so, apart from when they went to a bar for lunch or for the evening as a recovery period for Russ, he had remained without clothing for the rest of the holiday. "Fuckin' ace bein' played with by a man," Russ had remarked after an almost complete day of being kissed, cuddled, fondled, sucked, eaten, fingered and fucked. "Wait till you get to do it with a boy," the old man had smiled at him. "Does stuff with James," Russ had pointed out. "No, I mean a real boy. For you, something around, say, late thirteen, early fourteen." "That your favourite age?" Russ had asked, curious, and thinking of some of the porn they had watched. "Don't really have a favourite; smooth and spunking is all I ask for." "Bet you'd have gone for me at thirteen," Russ had giggled. "If I'd come across you at that age, you certainly wouldn't have still been a virgin at sixteen," the man had grinned in reply. "No fuckin' way!" Russ confirmed, and gave himself up to more fondling. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Russ sighed as his spunk flowed, filling his friend's mouth, and while James was still savouring the hot cream, Russ moved onto his hands and knees. He fancied being fucked doggy this time...James really slammed it into him when they did it that way, and Russ wanted his brains thoroughly fucked out. "Fuck me hard," he demanded as he felt his friend's prick against his open cunt, and he thrust himself back onto it, driving it inside him in one forceful movement. James obliged, as he always did, fucking Russ into panting oblivion. "Go for it, baby," Russ breathed as teen cock pistoned in and out of him. James was getting better at fucking, the more practice he got the better he became, but he was still nowhere near as inventive as that old guy in Spain had been. The old guy had fucked an awful lot of boys, though, Russ decided, so James was bound to get better as he did it more and more. Thinking of that, Russ recalled what the old man had said; "You know any kids in years 8 or 9 that might go for this?" he asked James when the fucking was over and spunk was oozing out of his still not quite closed hole. "Really fancy shaggin' somethin' younger." "Me an' all," James agreed, "Reckon if we went for it we could get one or two between us." "Gotta go for it, then," Russ stated with a wicked grin, a grin replicated by his fuck buddy. "Guess we had," James agreed. "Nothing over fourteen, right" "Right," Russ nodded, "Thirteen or fourteen, yeh?" "Yeh," and the boys high fived, their summer project agreed on.