Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 19:59:49 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Russell The Red 3

Russell The Red
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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3:  Settling In

Kos gave up his part time job when he moved back home.  I was sad for him
but happy for me.  I could spend more time with him.

Some of his friends came over on Saturday,and we played basketball in the
drive way and swam in the pool.  I got dunked a bunch but it was lots of
fun.  I think his friends let me make shots they would block, if one of
them took them.  Around the pool they were smoking marijuana.  I can tell,
I remember that smell.  Those bastards that beat me, sometimes used it.
Kos would not let them share with me.  At first, I was a bit disappointed
but he didn't have any.  Kos would not give me any of his beer either, so I
stole a sip.  It is bitter, and I don't like it.  After a while the boys
all seemed to get very relaxed and funny, they began to sing dirty songs.
That was funny and I learned quite a few.  I like to sing; it's fun.  One
of Kos' friends, Norbert, told Kos I had a real good voice and should take
training.  I don't know about that, I guess I can hit the high notes, as he
said.

Later Kos told me he and Norbert sang in a boys' choir together.  He
dropped out when his voice changed but Norbert still sang.  I told Kos I
liked to sing and was willing to give music a try, if he wanted me to.  Kos
got real excited.  I know he wanted me to but he went on and on about doing
sports and music because I wanted and to have fun, not because of his
thoughts or opinions.  Later he went into the basement and came back with
two acoustic guitars.  One was quite small, and I thought it was a toy.
Kos told me it was his first and just the right size for a ten year old.

He tuned it up and handed it to me.  I had no idea what to do with it.  He
showed me several cords and how to hold it.  Then he tuned his up and began
teaching me how to play a simple song: Three blind mice.  He went and got a
book and showed me the notes.  Kos got another book which was old.  He told
me it was American Folk Songs, collected by someone named Ives.  Anyway he
played and sang lots of them; Kos is real good and he can sing well.  I sat
next to him and once he gave me the pitch I would sing along with him.  I'm
glad I read so well.  It was fun.  I like being close to Kos too.  I get
tingles when our skin touches.  He does too, I think.  I see he often gets
a boner at times like this.  I do too, but you can see his.

Uncle Fred called and talked to Kos about my biological, no, former
adoptive parents' trials.  Kos did not want me to go, so he told Uncle Fred
to try and keep me out of it.  I guess that was not possible but he would
make sure no spectators were in court and it was before a judge only.  The
night before my court appearance, Uncle Fred, Eric and my new cousins, Ruth
and Harold visited us.  Ruth and Harold are Eric's brother and sister and
they are both lawyers in Uncle Fred's firm.  They told me all about what
would happen and that I should just tell the truth and if I didn't know the
answer to a question, just say so and if I didn't remember something, just
say that too, and if I didn't understand the question to say that.  They
said, if the ADA or one of the lawyers objected, to just sit tight until
the judge ruled.  The most important thing was not to add anything, just
answer the question and stop.

I was nervous about this and after we went to bed I couldn't sleep, so I
got up and crawled in with Kos.  He was asleep, and man is he hot in bed.
I mean he is very warm, not hot like internet models but he is that too, a
whole lot of hot.  I like it nice and warm but I had to get up and take off
my pyjamas.  He sleeps nude, so did I.  It was fun pressing my body against
him.  When I woke up in the morning he had his arms wrapped around me.  I
liked that.  He didn't seem upset or anything, just asked me if I was
scared or nervous.  I said nervous.


We drove in the little red sports car, Mom Smith's car, to the college and
I stayed in the library until Ruth came to fetch me.  I like riding in it.
I can see everything without straining my neck.  I wanted Kos to come to
the court too, but Fred said that was not a good idea.  She took me to the
law offices and Fred and I walked over to the court house.  Their offices
are real fancy and everyone was nice to me.  I could see from the pictures
in their offices, I have lots of cousins and aunts and uncles, yet to meet.
Uncle Fred told me that Eric, Nancy and Simon had already testified and
that the judge just wanted to hear my story, from me.

When we got to the big doors of the court room, a guard let us in.  The
room was mostly empty.  That didn't mean I wasn't still a bit hesitant.  I
could see my former parents, sitting at a table, with a youngish looking
man, I took to be their legal aid lawyer.  At the other table were a man
and a women.  The courtroom looked like the ones you see on TV, with a jury
box, witness stand, judges podium, state and federal flags, and two cops
stood by the doors.  It kind of reminded me of a church, not that I ever
spent much time in one of them either.  We sat a couple of rows back,
behind the DA.  One door opened and a middle aged lady came in and sat at a
small table near the judges podium.  Fred told me she was the court
recorder.

The other door opened and one of the cops said, -�All Rise!  This
court is now in section, The Honourable Edmond Carter presiding."  Fred and
I stood up, along with every one else.  I could see my former mom had been
crying.  My old dad just looked sad, kind of like he was real hung over.

"Do the People have anything else to say, before I make my verbal ruling?"

"No, you Honour", the man said.

"The Defence?"

"No, your Honour."


"All right, before I render a verdict, I am going to take a very unusual
step.  I have asked the victim to appear.  He is accompanied by his legal
counsel."  He turned to the recorder lady.  "My conversation with Russell
will be off the record.  The People and the Defence have both agreed to
this highly unusual step.  Justice must not only be done but it must be
seen to be done.  Since this trial was by judge alone and since the victim
is a minor child, I had placed a publication ban on these proceedings;
something both the People and Defence have agreed with."

One of the bailiffs brought two chairs from the jury box and set them up in
front of the podium.  Judge Carter came down and motioned to me, calling my
name.  "Please come up front Russell."

I went up and he introduced himself and motioned for me to sit.  Now I
could see all the faces of the others.

"I must tell you, during this trial your name was mentioned many times; it
would seem the only thing the two sides agreed on was the colour of your
hair."  He smiled and I smiled back.  This wasn't very scary after all.
"Russell, I want you to tell me, in your own words, everything that
happened, from the time your got home, until you arrived in the hospital.
Can you do that"?

"Yes sir, I stayed at the library until it closed like I did most days..."
He asked me a few questions, but mostly I just talked.  When I was all done
he asked me if what I had told him was complete.  I responded, as best I
could remember but what happened between the time I climbed out my bedroom
window and when Sandy found me in the park, was a bit fuzzy.  He laughed a
bit.  He asked me what I thought should happen to the Tolkan's.  I looked
right at them.

"I think they should be placed into some kind of drug rehabilitation
program, like those being talked about in the newspaper and kept away from
any child for a long time."

He asked me what school I attended and stuff like that.  He leaned over and
whispered to me that his granddaughter was the other red head in my class,
and "she thinks you're real smart and real cute".  I turned real red again
but was also glad he whispered that.  I whispered back, I thought she was
cute and smart too.  Judge Carter thanked me and shook my hand and I went
back and sat by Fred.  I was glad that was finished, but over all, it was
okay.

He climbed back to his podium and told the lady, the court was back on the
record.  He thanked me for attending and sharing my story with him and the
others.  "Criminal trials are all too often devoid of the human element.
When children have been victimized, their feelings and impressions need to
be understood and recognized by all parties.  The law has no feelings but
people do."

Judge Carter asked the defendants to stand and read the charges: One count
each of physical child abuse, one count each of endangerment and two counts
each of failure to provide the necessities of life.  "This court finds the
defendants guilty of all charges.  A sentencing hearing will be held two
weeks from today.  This court is adjourned."  Then Carter did another
strange thing, he leaned over the podium and addressed the defence
attorney.  "I think you owe this lad an apology and I think a big ice cream
cone, don't you?"  The defence counsel looked a bit stunned at first.  "Yes
your honour, I do too."

Fred told me, not only was that unusual in any court but for Judge Carter a
rare event.  "He is one of the most by the book types I have ever come
before."  I did get a nice big double dip cone from the 31 flavours store,
just down the block.  The defence counsel was a nice young man, who
apologized for any incorrect things he had said about me.  Fred later told
me the fellow, never having met me, only had the information the Tolkans
had given him.  It was less than truthful or accurate.  Carter, just wanted
to teach the young legal aid lawyer a gentle lesson, about checking his
facts more carefully, before appearing in his court again.  "That young man
won't make that mistake again," Fred assured me.  I'm not quite sure I
completely understand everything that went on.  I mean, I understand what
went on but not the underlying part, what adults call "subtext".

There was little, even the most experienced counsel, could have done for
the Tolkans.  Eric had collected good forensic evidence, even matching the
broom handle, he found in their home, to small fibres Dr. Evens collected
from Russ' skin, fingerprints, Dr. Evens photographs and his conclusions
about how the bruises were made and their age, etc.  The DA's people, along
with other social services staff and corrected records, showed this had
happened before and that Russ was a well liked, polite and very bright
student.  In fact, everything he told the judge had been more than backed
up by the evidence presented perviously.  There was no doubt about what had
happened, or who did it, or when it was done.  That is why the DA did not
need him, as a witness and the defence was smart enough not to call him.
Fred had Ruth prepared a victim impact statement for the sentencing
hearing.  They did not tell Russ what it said, just that they would see to
it.  What they did say, in the brief statement, was a reinforcement of what
Russ had said to Judge Carter.  That and he would appreciate a no contact
order, until he was at least 18.

This was not the last of the Tolkan's legal troubles.  A Grand Jury was
looking into criminal conspiracy charges against Marshall, et al.  It
appeared that not only was the adoption extraordinary but the Tolkans
receiving social assistance for 10 years, when they didn't qualify, fraud.
Russ was not told anything about any of this, except what he needed to
know.  His original adoption had been set aside, and he would be formally
adopted by the Smiths.  Simon had done some DNA testing and it turned out
that Russ' biological paternal line, i.e. his Y chromosome, was Marshall
but not him.  It looked like a male, first cousin.  It also turned out, his
female DNA contribution, was from a Marshall, second degree relative, on
his mothers side.  Simon did not tell this to anyone; he surmised Russ'
biological parents were cousins and the Marshalls, being a good Catholic
family, hushed up the incestuous birth, by having the baby adopted quietly.
His major problem was in not selecting quality parents, at the time.

Eric and Fred surmised much of this from the documentation found in the
Tolkan home.  Should any of this come out in the criminal conspiracy trials
that lay ahead; they would be ready but until that time, each professional
kept his piece of the puzzle to himself.  They wanted to protect Russ as
best they could.  Since this evidence had been obtained legally, it could
be used if necessary.  Forewarned is forearmed, as they say.
...........................

Ever since mom and dad left for the UK, Kos and I have spent most of our
alone time or when Eric visits, in our undies.  I was wondering how a
skinny dip would feel but with the number of two story houses around, Kos
said that was not possible.  "Perhaps when we go to the country we can find
a secluded place."  I think it would be lots of fun but that's okay.  "It
has been some fearsome hot in these parts of late", so going with minimal
clothing is more than okay with me.

Russ got that line from an old Tom Mix western, which was way older than
dad Smith, probably from Grandpa Smith's time.  The boy just seems to
remember stuff like that, when he reads or hears it.

I have been looking at the boys and men in Kos' photo files and on some of
his favourite porn sites.  He has got to be hung as good or better than
most.  I was comparing myself to the boys my age.  I think I'm more like
the 12 and 13 year olds, than the other 10's.  Kos seems to like seeing me
in my action hero briefs.  My penis is usually sticking straight out and
that makes spider man look three diminutional, kind of.

Sandy is real funny.  She seems to keep poking her nose in my crotch, and
it feels funny but I kind of like it.  When she does that, I giggle and
give her a nice pet.  Eric said I was encouraging her to do it but that's
all right, she is my friend and you can't say no to a friend, can you?  I
wish I could have a dog.  Eric was telling Kos, every boy should have a dog
buddy.  Kos told him not until our parents get home; it is just a little to
much for him right now.  I guess he does have a lot to do, with all his
studying and keeping the place in some kind of reasonable shape.  I help
clean, but I guess I make messes too.  It takes me most of Saturday morning
to dust and vacuum, as it is. I guess Kos is right.

I had a real hard workout at Marshal Arts this afternoon.  I hope Kos knows
what to do.  The instructor told us white (novice) and yellow belts to ask
our parents for a "rub down", what ever that is.  I like it now that I can
ride my bike to and from school and over to the dojo at the university.
Best of all, there are two other boys my age in the neighbourhood, that are
in my school and the dojo.  (A room or hall in which judo and other martial
arts are practised. ORIGIN Japanese, from do `way, pursuit' + jo `a
place.')  We can ride together, and that's more fun.  I wish Sheila O'Keef
was taking Karate too.  Now that I know she thinks I'm cute...I think she
is too.  Girls are just not as much fun as boys under most conditions but
the other girls at the dojo are lots of fun.

Russ wheeled his bike up the drive, using the key on a chain around his
neck, opened the garage door and parked his bike.  Kos gave the bike to
him.  It was his, when he was Russ' size.  Russ was not all that sure about
it at first.  Sure he was thrilled to be given any bike and one his
personal hero and big brother rode at his age, that was even better.  Once
Kos showed him how to use the gears and set him up with real neat saddle
bags, everything was cool.  ...............

"Russ where are you?"

"I'm in the TV room playing a game.  Why?"  Kos came into the room with his
arms loaded.  He was laden with several huge canvasses.

"I have a painting assignment for one of my studio courses.  I was hoping
you would be my model."

"Sure bud, I'll do that."  Russ was thrilled to be asked but he was just a
bit embarrassed to say so.

"You will need to sit or stand very still, for some lengths of time, is
that okay?"

"Sure."  Oh boy I get to model for him; wow, he wants to paint me.  "Do I
get to be nude? Our Sensa told us to ask our parents for a rub down, what
ever that is.  He said we worked real hard today."

"Do you want to be nude?"

"Sure why not? It's just you and me, and we're both boys last time I
looked."  I giggled and Kos just smiled.  I was already stripped down to my
undies anyway.  Kos put his packages down and went up the stairs, two at a
time.  He was back in a few minutes, in his briefs.  They are bright
yellow, skin tight, very low rise boxer briefs, that left little to the
imagination, mine anyway.  Damn he is even sexier than those internet
models I was looking at.  Not only can you see his half erect cock and his
large balls, his butt is almost as nice as mine.  Round, two globes with a
wide cleft, I think that's the word, between.  I let out a whistle and he
blushed a bit.

"Let's give you a little rub down first.  Holding still for long periods
will only make you stiffer."

-�Okay but what is a rub down?"

"It's a massage.  You know, I rub your muscles to work the lactic acid out
of them." (Recent research has shown that is not quite correct but close
enough for this author.)

Kos must know everything, he is always giving me way more information than
most people do.  I like it too, not that I am afraid to ask questions, Kos
just explains stuff so my questions are real, not just dumb stuff.

Kos found a small bottle of massaging oil and warmed it in the microwave.
He had Russ pull off Spiderman and lay down on his tummy, using a beach
towel to protect the carpet.  "You got to be naked too," Russ admonished
his brother, who complied.  Kos had very little experience at these things.
Nancy had used him for practice while in nursing school, but he was never
naked.  She had him keep his undies on but Kos likes looking at Russ' bare
butt and it would be simpler to work on his gluts, without the tight
briefs.  Besides Kos much prefers naked to clothed.  He was very pleased
that Russ was quite comfortable in states of undress, at least around him.

"Now little man, the most important thing is for you to relax.  You just
let yourself drift off.  You can close your eyes, if you want."

Kos found a relaxation CD in his parents collection, something by Tim
Janes.  Russ was not all that keen on this "mood music" stuff but it seemed
appropriate.  Kos drew the drapes making the room very dim.

I can't believe it, this is just super, this feels great.  I sure like his
touch but this is even better, it makes me tingle.  Oh he is moving toward
my ribs, I hope he won't tickle me.  That feels so good and it only tickles
my penis.  Oh, I like it.

Kos was gentle but firm, just as Nancy said it should be.  He worked along
Russ' back, shoulder and arms then he moved to his feet.  From the sole of
his feet Kos moved up each leg to the fold in at the base of Russ' bubble
butt.  Just as Kos was about to start on his gluts, Russ quietly asked for
more on his back.  Kos without thinking moved up, placing his knees on
either side of Russ' hips to reach.  That's when it happened, his now quite
stiff penis brushed along Russ' butt cleft.  This sent little shocks
coursing through Kos and elicited low sweet murmurs from Russ.  It happened
several times, each time Russ murmuring.  As Kos moved back to focus his
attention on the gluts, Russ adjusted his hips to accommodate his now, very
stiff, little penis.  Russ was feeling things he never did before.  Kos
began to recognize Russ' reaction, as his hands moved over the boy's
erogenous zones.  He did not think a boy so young would have these
reactions.  Kos' large hand almost encompassed the lad's butt cheek.

Kos was not quite sure why, on a cognitive level anyway, but he was
compelled to experiment with this boy.  What he didn't recognize, until
later, was his actions were part of a grooming process.  He was grooming
his little brother to be his boy lover, just as Eric had groomed him.  Not
exactly the same, but with the same objectives in mind.  Spilling some
additional oil on the gluts and letting it run into the cleft followed by
his fingers, gained just the reaction he wanted and not what he was
expecting.  Russ began to murmur again as the spread his legs, giving the
fingers better access.

I liked the feelings I was getting from Kos; I really liked the feelings as
his fingers slid along my butt cleft.  What I had not noticed before was
how much my balls had grown.  They were hanging down more than ever before

Oh, god Kos that feels so good, more, please, I said.

No one ever touched me like this before.  No one ever touched me much for
anything, except hitting me.  I knew this touching stuff was going to be
good, that's what all the books said.  Now I know how good.

"Roll over Russ, let me work on your front side."  Russ smiled and
complied.  He wanted the nice feelings, the exciting feelings, to continue.
Kos returned to his massage procedures.  He could see the lad's penis was
rock hard and sticking straight up, the foreskin stretched and pulled back,
exposing most of the bright red head.  He focused on his task.  He avoided
his groin and let his hands work along the legs and arms, until he was done
with the therapy.

Russ eyes were closed and his little penis was bobbing in the wind with
every beat of his heart.  Kos gave what can only be call a very
professional effort that a massage.  This was Russ' first but absolutely
not his last.

.......................

Russ' narrative is not always faithful to time chronology but in general he
is being sequential, well more or less so, anyway.

"Kos, how come I look so much older in the painting?"

-�Its called artistic license."  Kos smiled, " I hardened up some of
your expressions, just a bit and made some of your muscles bigger, that is
why you think you look older."

"I think you gave my penis a little extra and some non existent pubic hair
too."

"Maybe just a little, shall I take it off.-�

"Oh no, you know a little wishful thinking never hurt, did it?"

"I guess not, but whose wish is it?"

A question I chose not to answer.

Kos' painting was a very large canvas called "Boy In Motion" It depicted
Russ, naked of course, with his bright red hair, taking part in about 10
sports actions.

This is not an original idea.  This kind of thing has been done before,
with: boys, girls, women and men, as models.  The mix of sports is
different and the settings or actions are also different.  After all, Kos
is only a first year student and this was an assignment.  The exact
subject, presentation, age of the model and so on was left to the student.

"Do you like it, little man?"

"Do I like it?  I love it and best of all, no one will ever know I can't
really do all those things very well."

Kos had taken pictures of Russ doing most of the actions.  In the pictures
Russ was not always naked.  In some of the scenes there were other boys
too, but none were in the photographs Kos took.

"You do just fine for a boy of 11."

"What's next, when do I get to model again?"

"I got to get this finished first.  Next, I am working from some
photographs.  I have a portrait of you, Simon, Nancy and I, to paint as a
gift to mom and dad and then I have another assignment that will involve
you, Eric and Sandy.  That will be mostly from photographs.  Right now I
need you to take my picture for the family montage."

"You're not going Norman Rockwell on me, are you?"

"Not in his style but maybe in the theme.  Hey, what do you know about
Rockwell?"

"I know who he was and I read a big book at the Library that showed a lot
of his work, mostly Saturday Evening Post covers, but other stuff too."

Kos and Russ dressed in -�Sunday-go -to meeting" clothes, as dad
would call them.  With the camera on a tripod and the studio lights set up,
Russ sat and then Kos with Russ working the cable release.  Later that
evening Nancy and Simon came over and Kos took their pictures.  They all
sat together for a few group shots, using the camera's auto timer.

All during this period, after each modelling section, Kos would make sure
Russ was treated to some kind of sensual activity.  Either a rubdown,
shower, hot tub soak and so one.  Russ was starting to share Kos' bed on
the nights Eric was not staying over.  After a few weeks Russ began
demanding Kos' attention.  Not in a demanding kind of way but in his much
more subtle manner.  If Kos was not paying sufficient attention to his
little brother, that brother would press his naked or nearly naked body
against him, until he relented and gave the boy what he craved.  For one
who had not experienced much physical contact before Russ now seemed to
need a little each day.  A few pats or gentle touches, a kiss on the cheek
something to express affection.

.....................

Narrator here: From time to time I will place some notes, either in the
text or at the end of the chapter.  The author is a science guy he likes
this stuff.  Part of my job is make this story flow as a narrative, not an
article in Scientific American.

[Karatekas wear a gi, an outfit consisting of white, loose-fitting pants
and a jacket cinched closed with a belt. The colour of the belt indicates
the karateka's skill level, or kyu. The most advanced karatekas are ranked
by their dan. Here is a typical ranking system, in ascending order:

	- 	9th to 6th kyu (novice): white belt
	- 	5th kyu: yellow belt
	- 	4th kyu: orange belt
	- 	3rd kyu: green belt
	- 	2nd kyu: blue belt
	- 	1st kyu: brown belt
	- 	1st to 8th dan: black belt
	- 	9th and 10th dan (rarely awarded): red belt]

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