Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 19:52:46 -0800 (PST) From: Dan Hart Subject: Russell (mm/str8/bi/gay) Note: This is adult bi/gay themed erotica..if you are not of legal age in your state, country, or area, 18yrs - 21yrs, or this type of material offends you DO NOT CONTINUE ANY FURTHER. Note2: This story is not meant to be sold or for profit (copyright pending) Any publisher or website for profit using this story must have the expressed permission of the author. If someone wants to pass the story on to a friend all I ask is you make sure the person is over the legal age for reading adult themed material. thx Note3:This is my first attempt at storytelling...any comments would be appreciated including how the story made you feel, or any requests for more, or if you had similar experience...criticism if in the form of tips or pleasant constructive nature is also appreciated. hope you enjoy, guys, and any kinky gals (smile). Read No Further if you are not of legal age or do not like stories bi/gay in theme... I played around jacking off with guys from the neighborhood from age ten. Aside from a little Catholic guilt once we shot our load the experiences were fun. Generally the feeling was a sort of notty secret amongst buddies. This changed one night when an older guy and I hooked up. Russell was twenty two and I was thirteen. He was my friend Reubans older brother. Their family lived up the street. Other then Reuban most of the nine kids in his family were always in trouble. They were nice to me and whatever trouble they were starting pretty much had nothing to do with Reuban. He was the youngest in a large first generation latin family. Reubans older brothers and sisters may of had their problems with the law, but they clealy wanted something better for him. Reuban was born eight years after Russell, the rest were in their late twenties, and early thirties. Reuban and a few other of our buds jacked off sometimes, but never anything more. Even if he wanted to, I wouldn't because we were both in the same class in school and it just didn't seem cool. One night I slept over Reubans house and we were stroking under the covers when Russell came in wanting to know what was going on. It was obvious he was horny and probably listening to us from the hall. He was in his boxer briefs, no shirt, and a big fat bulge in the middle of his legs. All it would of taken was a friendly nod to get him into what we were doing prior to his no knock burst into the bedroom. I decided to tell him we were not doing anything. Reuban backed me up following my lead. The rest of the night Russell kept sneaking upstairs opening the bedroom door trying to surprise us, or catch us in the act. I made sure he didn't get the chance to see anything. Reuban was cool, but there was something about Russell and the rest of his brothers that made me uncomfortable. They had an edgy, almost harsh, mean side from hanging around street gangs too long. At the time I remember thinking they have trouble written all over them. Maybe I didn't understand or didn't want to understand their street savvy ways. Maybe it is as simple as they didnt have an intellectual side, opting to play the part of smiling, friendly guys all the while doing so in order to con or angle their way through life. Whatever the reason, I followed my intuition and Reuban went along with my story when I pretended to have no idea what Russell was talking about each time he came into the room. That was the last time I stayed at Reubans house. Whenever Russell was around the neigborhood from then on, I remained polite but kept a distance. To be honest, the way he stared made me uncomfortable. His eyes were piercing, sort of the glare hard cases have when they come on to girls. And it really bugged me. Monthes passed, then one night on my way home I saw Russell hanging on the corner near my house. Usually I would say, "whats up?" talk for a few minutes and be on my way. This night I had taken prescription diet pills and they made me feel talkative. Another side effect of the pills created a temporary state of euphoria. Things which would usually be minor annoyances did not matter when the stimulant effect was active. Another thing about this medication in particular was it made me horny. Doctors prescribed them to get rid of some of my baby fat. They definitly did the trick, within several monthes I lost all the extra weight and was beginning to look too thin. Exercise increased as well. I spent most evenings at the neighborhood gym or at a friends house where we lifted weights in his basement. After a full day of school activities, followed by several hours of lifting weights, I often went home, stayed up most of the night watching movies and jacking off in an almost obsessive way. Too bad the diet pill junk is so dangerous, when it comes to stroking they had their good points. While I was chatting, talking a mile a minute, Russell commented on how cool it was to see such a big difference in the way I acted and looked. He told me just since the previous summer I had gone from a kid to nearly a grown man. After working as hard as I had to get my body in shape, not to mention the fact a mustache was beginning to shadow my upper lip, it was great hearing someone older say they noticed. Russell's remarks really didn't seem like a come-on, nothing we talked about led me to think anything. But then again I probably would of been more apprehensive if it were not for the sense of well being brought on by the diet pills. We went on talking for a couple hours before he started looking at me with one of those intense hard looks in his eyes. He glared directly into my eyes then would take a drag off his cigarette. A few minutes would go by and he stared again this time his eyes felt like they were lookiing through me. Simultaneously as his eyes locked toward mine, he rubbed or grabbed his crotch. My reaction was to ignore. He was playing a street mind game of some sort. Asserting himself and trying to make me blink. I wouldn't let him push me round. My thoughts were, "if I leave at this moment, he will think i'm a wimp." on the other hand, "if I acknowledge his gaze or looked down at his crotch when he grabs it, he will treat me with less respect, probably thinking of me as a punk or fag." My only choice was to play the whole thing out. Eventually, at the right moment, tell him I had to go home. Adding to my problems, the medication made me hard. When I finally realized there wasn't going to be an opening for me to gracefully leave, I abruptly said, "I gotta go, its 2:30am I was suppossed to be in three and a half hours ago." By placing the blame for my sudden rush to leave on being out three hours later then I was suppossed to, it immediatly distracted Russell from the little macho mind game he was playing. Not to mention it was the truth. My fathers house had a back way which allowed me to sneak in when I was late. My room was in the upstairs area of an old pitched roof victorian. Kind of like a converted attic. Russell walked toward my house with me and asked, "do you still have the upstairs?" Without thinking I said, "yeah, and i'm going to have to sneak in the backway." He quickly replied, "how 'bout I come up and we play some cards, man?" I really didnt want to have him up, mostly 'cause of concern for noise. It was an old house and hard enough for someone who knew how to sneak past the creaks to make it upstairs let alone a second person. At the same time the diet pills had me wired and I wasnt ready to go to sleep. Looking back it may of been dumb, but at the time it seemed cool to let Russell sneak upstairs with me. We made it without waking anyone. I was releived, "phew, cheated death again" I remember saying while pulling off my coat and turning toward Russell. My coat half off, facing him I was honestly surprised to see he had dropped his pants. He was standing there half naked in my room showing off a huge, I mean really huge hardon. Up and to that day it was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Like I said earlier, all my jack off experiences were pretty cool, so there was no reason to think anything negative. By this time I was hard too and seeing his hard thick cock removed any concern about lead ins which might of been taken either way. It was clear, and to the point, he definitly wanted to fuck-around. Besides he had been really cool all evening, add to this the diet pill euporia plus my own prick rising quick in my jeans, and any apprehension I normally had about Russell disappeared. His energy was hot, his cock bent downward, it was really thick and long. When my eyes finally looked upward, he was giving one of those glares again. Seeing his cock like that made my skin rush, my own dick throbbed beneath my jeans, and my knees felt a little weak. His desire burned all around me. I unbuckled, pulled off my shoes, and pants, then dropped my boxer briefs and smiled when a loud *thwack* sound echoed the room as my 7"cut prick became free and was so rigid it slapped up against my stomach. We sat on my bed. I reached over and couldn't believe the size on him, it must of been 10" my hand barely made its way around his rock hard uncut shaft. After stroking him for awhile I noticed Russell wasn't returning the favor. Every bud I'd been with joined in by stroking me when I storked him. Russell was different. Instead of joining, he reaches around my neck, pulling me towardhis throbbing cock. Every nerve in my body was working overtime. His legs were muscular, chest rock hard, and his energy self assured. My judgement seemed impaired. Instead of pulling away, the heat of his desire acted like a magnet, pulling me closer, his lust became my lust, my lips almost uncontrollably moved closer, touching it, I felt his intensity overpower me, my lips parted, as naturally as can be I kissed the head, a magnetic energy compelled me to open my lips,I sucked the head of his cock. He layed back on my bed took off the rest of his clothes and spread his legs knowing I would follow and move between him. While sucking his cock I pulled off the rest of my own clothes except my tee shirt. I would of pulled the tee off to, but to do so meant stopping, and from the way he was holding my head against his cock, it didn't seem like a good idea. The more I got into it, the more I knew I couldnt take it down my throat. The whole thing was so new to me I decided to try to take as much as I could. Intense, completely in the moment, I took as much of his massive prick as my warm wet throat would allow. While sucking him I tried to position my torso upward, hoping he would give my dick a little attention. Nothing. He totally ignored my cock. It was pretty clear this was entirely a one way thing. Considering his rough and tumble street code I immediately began worrying he would treat me like a punk if we didn't do this together. This in mind I pulled away, off his cock, pretending to do so in order to remove my tee shirt. He was leaning his head and shoulders against the headboard, his legs spread wide, and clearly wanting me to return to his cock. I asked if he wanted to jack off with me. He said, "fuck no!" and then said "I was almost ready to turn you over when you pulled off!" I knew what he was saying, but couldn't believe my ears. Blood rushed to my cock, a mix of anger, fear and lust stired in my stomach, I remember thinking, "this mother fucker thinks he is going to punk me out!" My mind raced, cock throbbed, I had never been fucked and didn't want to do it with him. Jacking off or sucking with a friend in between times where I didn't have a girlfriend was one thing, this was entirely another. I blurted out something like, "ahhh I'drather just jack off, man." That just pissed him off. Suddenly, the other Russell showed his face, the street Russell, the side he had been hiding all night. He got up on his knees on my bed, his tone threatening, "suck it!" I was getting worried more because he was talking in a loud voice and was sure to wake my father downstairs then from threatening demeanor. I asked him to keep it down trying to bargain my way out of what was becoming a big mess I told him if he lowered his voice I'd suck it for a few minutes but then he had to go. He agreed Leaning into his body, as he layed back on my bed, my hands rested on his muscular hips. As I braced to go down on his throbbing, big, round prick, my lips touched the head. Feeling it thickness I licked the crown, my hands wandered to his stomach, his soft hair and ribbed stomach made my own cock pulse keeping pace with my racing heart. I breathed deep as he pushed my head against him pulling me closer. I tongued the soft skin just below his piss slit, deeper, his cock filled my mouth, then my warm wet throat caressed his shaft,tightly, surrounding it, enveloping it. Pushing deeper, his massive hard on bent downward, and although I couldn't get it all the way down, there were moments when I breathed in a certain way that it reached the back going down past my gag reflex. He kept pushing deeper, never satisfied, it was as though he was determined to push his balls down my throat. I know sooner pulled off for air when he leaped off the bed. Before I knew what was going on, he jumped back on the bed, this time behind me, then he grabbed me at the waist, pulled me from the flat on my stomach, positioned my ass in the air, he reached beneath my shoulders, pinned me, as soon as I struggled he tightened his hold and at the top of his voice, loud enough for the whould house to hear, he said "how are you going to explain THIS to your father?" The image of my dad seeing his soon naked with another guy flashed through my mind, I got the message. When he realised I wasn't going to bolt he released his grip long enough to grab his meat in one hand, then in a fraction of a second he slid his massive tool along my ass crack with a finger extended guiding him, his finger touched my tight, virgin hole and he just *thrust* it in..no lube, nothing. The pain went from my ass all the way to my eyes. My body reacted like a fear filled rabbit. Immediatly, instinct compelled me to try and pull away. The pain caused tears to well in my eyes and in this same instant Russell grabbed my hips, holding them in place, making sure I did not break lose. I began to think of anything to make the pain stop - simultaneously trying to negotiate with him, asking him to let me get some vaseline, anything, dishsoap whatever else my mind could think of to make this less painful. As my mind raced, I asked Russell to stop, I knew it was useless, I dont think he even heard me, he was inside me now and there was no turning back. Still, I kept trying, telling him how much it hurt, trying to explain I was dry, nearly begging him to use a lubricant. When I told him he was too big, it only made him more excited. His cock bulged, pulsating within me When I tried to appeal for mercy explaining I never had done this...Finally, after what seemed like forever he spoke and i'll never forget the words that sort of sneered from his lips, "you been wanting this since we first met, your hole dont lie, its soaking wet and dont need no lube, you are wet already bitch." then I felt the coarse hair surrounding his balls rub against the smooth of my ass as he blurted, "mmmm oh yeah, fuck yeah, hot wet tight little pussy!" That was the first time anyone had ever talked to me like that - I hated him. Trying to pull away was no use, he just grabbed my hips and centered me again. Finally, with no other choice, resigned myself to the situation, the never ending *thrust* of his cock pounding inside me caused my mind to tune things out. dark fuzzy spots were all I could see, sound seemed distant I was there, but not there at the same time. My only thought centered on hope it would be over soon. The next twenty minutes were like twenty hours. I remember every breath, every thrust,every reference to my "tight pussy." Why was he talking like this? I am not a girl. Doesn't this mother fucker know the difference between an ass and a pussy? Slowly my thoughts came to understanding him. It was like a gradualrealization, in Russells fucked up mind I was a girl. I believe that even to this day. He was popping a girls cherry. A "bitch" tight "pussy" this sick fuck really thought of people as neither men or women based on their sex. To him men & women based on his sense or perception of their sexuality, the sexual spirit which we are all born with. I knew now Russell was out to fuck me from the first time he saw me. He had always wanted to get inside me. And the words he said to me that night convinced me he didnt think in terms of sexes. A boy could be a girl and a girl could e a boy in his mind. What he thought made a female had nothing to do with dicks and pussies, everything to do with this sense he got about the person. Regardless of sex, if he picked up a feminine or masculine "someting" in a person he thought and acted accordingly. No one has ever mistaken me for feminine. I'm sure as a grownup I am bisexual and both sides exist within me. I am also sure that is what Russell saw within me. Regardless how masculine my spirit may be, its an impossibility to explain something like this to someone like Russell. He saw it, he wanted it, he took it.... When he was done that night, I just layed on the bed, waiting for him to go..hegave a partng shot, a slap on my ass and made sure to tell me how happy "I" should be for finally getting what I wanted. "He said, Next time I better not feel any loose ass, because i'll know you been giving that pussy out - HEAR ME?" What the fuck? Did he think we were going ta-fucking-steady or something? What a sick fuck he had been thinking about this for years ..he had to of been, otherwise why would he say something like that? It wasnt "me" who was "happy" because "he finally" gave me what "I" had been "wanting", it was his delusion...And he had been interpreting his own feelings as though it were my desire for him. He said it again, really loud, "HEAR ME?" I nodded my head yes for no reason other then to get rid of him. Then I buried my head in my pillow, refusing to show my face, knowing if he saw me crying he would call me a punk...he left. I layed there for along time like that, suddenly feeling something beneath me, I stood up and couldn't believe my eyes. My cum was everywhere on the sheets and my stomach. What the fuck? How did that happen? What does it mean? End Russell...more if you want let me know...tell me what the story did (if anything to you) what you think?