Russell Couldn't Resist

🏳️‍🌈 A story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

bb/oral/anal/mast/rimming/gay

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Russel ❤️ Lavar 🏳️‍🌈

I never saw it coming, but it happened. And when it did, I was helpless to stop it.

I've always been drawn to guys. When I was little, I used to see boys of all ages and want to cuddle with them. As I grew older, I started clinging to the men in my life a little more than usual. Wanting to sit in their laps more often and asking for piggyback rides all the time. Mom always chalked it up to me needing a male influence in my life. I guess that made sense to me, too, so I never gave it a lot of thought.

But there were always those moments -- the times when I'd see a commercial with a boy in it and think, "He's so cute" to myself. I don't think I ever said it out loud, though. I guess I should've known I was gay, but I wasn't able to figure out what it meant when I blushed at the sight of a cute boy or a handsome man.

I never knew, that is, until Lavar Washington sat across from me on my first day of middle school. His cocoa complected skin seemed to glow, and he had the pouty smile of an angel. His teeth were adorned in shiny, hunter green braces and his brown eyes were almond shaped.

I had a 4th period cooking class that included 6^th, 7^th and 8^th graders. There were six mini kitchenettes in the classroom, three on each side, and six tables. There was no assigned seating, so we all just took a seat on the first day. Being the punctual person I am, I got to the classroom early and sat at an empty table. As the rest of the kids filed in, the tables filled up, including mine. Luckily, Lavar picked the same table I did and we were in the same group for the rest of the semester.

As soon as he sat down and smiled at me, something clicked and I understood what was happening.

Then I panicked.

"Hey," he said with an easy tone, and all I could do was blush furiously and smile back at him.

"Hey," I said in a small voice.

"Are you in 6^th grade?" he asked, and I nodded shyly. "My name's Lavar."

"I'm Russell," I managed to blurt out, then he balled up his fist and held it out to me. Somehow I managed to compose myself long enough to fist bump him, then our teacher Mrs. Farrow called everyone's names to check attendance.

The first week was boring -- Mrs. Farrow went through all the safety rules in the kitchen. The stove, knives, cross contamination. Then she went into measurements and wet ingredients versus dry ingredients.

It was boring stuff, but I wanted to get an A so I paid close attention and took notes. The next week, we finally got to cook in our mini kitchen. Mrs. Farrow told us to pair up, and Lavar immediately declared that we were a team. I was beaming from ear to ear as we scooted our chairs close and waited for Mrs. Farrow to hand us the sheet with the soup recipe we had to follow.

In the mini kitchen, I was put in charge of chopping veggies while Lavar prepped the chicken and rice. I was doing my best to chop the carrots in the uniform way that Mrs. Farrow showed us but I'd never used a large knife. I gave Lavar a panicked look, wondering if he would be mad because I was messing up so bad. In a moment of grace, he smiled at me and walked over to see what I needed help with.

"Is it okay if I show you how?" he asked, and I felt my heart thump in my chest as I nodded my affirmative reply. He stood behind me and placed his hands over mine, then he said, "Hold the carrot with your left hand, then raise and lower the back of the knife while you push the carrot under the blade."

Then he used his strong hands to guide me while my soft buns pressed back into his crotch. I could feel his warm breath against my ear and cheek while the heat of his body radiated through my shirt and pants. With a dreamy smile, I sang, "Thanks, Lavar."

From the other side of the classroom, I heard a collective, "Oooh" and then laughter. I blushed ashamedly at Lavar, but he only shot me a winning smile and winked, then he turned to the other kids and said, "Y'all are just jealous 'cause he's my favorite white boy."

Then, in a moment I'll never forget, he put his arm around my waist and said, "I'll stay here and help you."

As soon as I felt his arm around my waist, my rear end fluttered violently and I had to take a second to process this confusing new feeling.

When class was over, Lavar waited for me by the door and walked with me to the food court.

"Wanna sit with me and the guys?" he offered, and I almost gasped with excitement.

Instead, I smiled and nodded, then I said, "Thanks for helping me, Lavar. That was really nice."

"We're a team," he reminded me, then he put his arm around my waist while we waited in line. When it was my turn, he stepped up to the counter and told the cashier, "I'm buying his lunch."

"I can pay," I offered, but he waved me off and paid for both of us.

Then he swept me off my feet by carrying our food to his table and laying mine out for me, then waiting for me to sit down before he sat down beside me. While we were eating, he asked, "Do you want to hang out at my place after school?"

When I nodded, he gave me a cheeky smile and I should have known it would be all downhill from there. 🏳️‍🌈

After school, he was waiting by my locker for me. I felt my heart racing with excitement when I spotted him and picked up the pace until we were standing in front of each other.

"Hey Lavar," I said shyly.

"Hey Russell," he said. "You still want to hang out?"

"Yeah, I already texted my mom to tell her," I reported, and he looked pleased.

I struggled a little with my locker combination but my 8^th grade crush was right there to help me. I gave him the code and he unlocked it on the first try, then he waited for me to grab what I needed. As we walked off, he took my bag from me and put his arm around my waist, and once again, my butthole shivered hard.

When we got to his place, he took me to his room and showed me his gaming setup. He had a really nice gaming PC and an expensive chair! He took a seat and fired up his PC while I stood beside him and watched with enchanted eyes. He logged into the server and jumped right into a game, and while I had my eyes glued to the screen, he used his left hand to rub the small of my back under my shirt. I looked at him and noticed he was smiling at me, so I smiled back. Then he pushed back from the desk and used his strong hand to silently guide me to his lap.

"You're so cute," he complimented me, and I swear I thought I felt my butthole get wet.

"Thanks Lavar," I cooed shyly. "I think you're really cute, too."

"Oh yeah?" he said knowingly. When I nodded, he said, "Get comfy and I'll finish up."

"Okay," I sang, then I rested my head on his shoulder while my 11 year old body erupted with the flames of gay arousal.

When the game ended, he exited the server and resumed rubbing my back while I purred in his arms. He placed his right hand on my knee and asked, "Do you really like me?"

I nodded.

"I like you too," he declared. "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

I gave him a searching look and said, "I've never been kissed before. Will you teach me?"

And just like that, Lavar Washington cupped the back of my head and showed me how to kiss the same way he showed me how to chop carrots. When I got the hang of it, I kissed him hungrily. In fact, we kissed so much that we lost track of time until I heard someone clearing their voice in the doorway.

"Lavar, is that another boy?" his mom asked, cutting her eyes at him.

"Yeah," he said with a snarky smile. "Mama, this is Russell."

"Hi Ms. Washington," I said politely, and she gave me a gushing smile.

"Hi sweetie," she said, then she winked and smiled at Lavar. "He's cute, son."

I blushed three shades of red.

"We're in cooking together," Lavar told her, once again rubbing my back.

"Well I'll leave you two alone then," Ms. Washington said with a smile before closing his door.

"Now where were we?" my lover said casually, and I was blown away by his confidence and the casual way he was openly into boys in front of his mom.

We locked lips again and my heart started to pound with excitement. He had his hands all over me -- up the front of my shirt, up the back of my shirt, down the back of my pants, running his fingertips through my hair. It was intense.

Our makeout session ended when my mom texted to tell me to come home. My beau gently scooted me out of his lap and walked me home, carrying my bag the whole way. When we got to my place, we hid on the side of the house and kissed goodbye. Then I watched with a dreamy smile as Lavar confidently strutted down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.

That night, I stayed in my room and watched gay porn on my phone while mom cooked supper. At the table, I vacillated between feeling guilty for what I did with Lavar, and feeling elation for what I did with Lavar. After dinner, I did my homework, then I sent Lavar a text asking him what he wanted to do the next day. When he replied that he wanted to teach me how to give head, I went on the hunt for a clip of porn to see what it entailed.

The next day I was back at his house and eager to show him what I'd learned. Luckily, we didn't mess with the formalities. Instead, we made out by the front door, then we hurried to his room and I played with his boner. It was really big! Way bigger than mine, at least. I stroked it and tugged on it. I fondled it with my fingertips and kissed it with my lips. I licked it like I saw in the porn clips, and finally, I covered my teeth with my lips and sucked it. At first I wasn't very good at it, but as the moments passed, I got better and better.

When he was ready to cum, his tummy started to roll and his breathing grew deep. I felt him run his fingers through my hair and he said, "I'm about to cum."

I wanted to swallow his load like the guys in the porn clips I'd watched, but my lover insisted that I should wait until I was sure I was ready. Instead, he pulled me off and stroked himself off until his load hit his tummy. Then he let me use my fingers to dab some up and sample it.

It was really good!

So I tried some more and moaned from the flavor. I don't know why -- I guess the flavor was sexy or something. All I knew was that I loved it, and I wanted more. So I scooped up the rest and put it in my mouth, then I swallowed just like I saw in those clips the night before.

When it was swallowed, I felt incredible. We shared a smile, then my lover said, "I want to do something special for you."

With that, Lavar pulled my pants and undies down and knelt behind me. I felt his hands prying my buttcheeks away from each other, then his warm breath filled my crevice. A split second later, his mouth engulfed my butthole and I felt an incredible shiver fill me up from my head to my toes. When I asked him what that was, he said, "It's called eating ass. I love doing it."

"You can do it all the time if you want," I offered him, and he responded by kissing me on the lips.

When he walked me home, I was floating on a cloud. Once again, we stopped on the side of my house for a kiss. Only this time, he peeled my pants and undies down and ate me out again. It felt so naughty having my butt eaten, especially since mom was right inside. But it was a special kind of naughty that I wanted to feel all the time. So as he ate at my back door, I held onto the house and ground my butt against his face.

When he stood up behind me, we kissed deeply and I felt his boner digging into the small of my back. Wanting to be a good boyfriend, I knelt in front of him and sucked it until this time, he came in my mouth. I swallowed with a satisfied sigh and he helped me to my feet. We shared a tender smile and a kiss on the lips, then he handed me my bag and took off.

That night, I texted him to ask if we would go all the way soon.

Him: Is that what you want?

Me: Yes please

Him: We don't have to if you don't want to

Me: I really want to

The next day, I was back at his house after school, naked from the waist down while he ate me out. When he stopped, he held me in his lap and kissed me deeply while my head swam with pleasure. In the midst of our kiss, he gently worked his forefinger up my butt. I was in ecstasy the entire time. Then he took it out and replaced it with his middle finger, making me moan around his tongue.

By the time our afternoon was over, he'd managed to find my special spot with his digit. He gave me so many shivers! He took his finger out and held it under my nose while I sucked him off, then I lustily sucked on his finger while I smiled naughtily at him. Then he walked me home and I was in love.

The next day, he took my anal virginity. I was in a haze as he rested between my legs and French kissed me while the tip of his boner poked against my butthole. I felt him gyrate his hips and felt his boner pressing harder, then my butthole started to expand little by little. I was lost in the pleasures of our romantic lip lock when the head slipped in.

We didn't break our kiss, though. Not even when my rectal walls closed tight around his glans while red hot pain and pleasure signals coursed through my system. Not even when the tissue in my hole gave way and his boner sank a little deeper. Not even when the naughty sensation of anal pleasure won out, then poured over me with no mercy.

My hungry rear end gradually swallowed his pole, inch by luscious inch until he was buried inside me. Then he gingerly started to move his hips back and forth, feeding me slow, sensual strokes of his boner that felt unreal. My first instinct was to wrap my legs around his waist and rest my hands on his thighs, eager for this delicious sensation to carry on all afternoon. And just when I thought I couldn't be more enamored with this stud, he leaned down and planted a deep French kiss on my mouth.

I felt a flash of heat rip through my hairless groin and my little boner pulsed with pleasure. Then the sensation spread rapidly through my body and I moaned softly into Lavar's mouth. By the time he broke our kiss, my eyes were almost closed and I was in a sex induced haze.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly in my ear.

Was this okay? It was better than okay! It was perfect! If this was what being gay was all about, I wanted to be the gayest boy in the whole world!

When it was over, he buried his stalk up my squeezing boy butt and breathed heavy in my ear. I could feel his hot breath flowing around my neck and loved it! He kissed me on my ear lobe and I was a conquered 11 year old.

"Lavar?" I whimpered from beneath him.

"Yeah?" he panted.

"Can we do this everyday?" I asked hopefully.

"I promise," he said, and I felt my heart flutter. "Are you my boyfriend?"

I nodded eagerly and hissed, "Yes!"

"Give me a kiss then," he said as my rear end throbbed spastically around his boner, then he sealed the deal by filling my mouth with his strong tongue and gently starting to thrust all over again.

🏳️‍🌈 The End🏳️‍🌈

Coming Soon -- Russell makes his debut in the Adult-Youth section of the archive in Up The Butt and Out of The Closet

New Young-Friends Content: 12 year old Kevin has boy fever, but how many boys can he score with? Find out now in Kevin's Cute Crushes 🏳️‍🌈

New Urination Content: Caleb's a dirty boy with a naughty habit. What happens when he goes trick or treating? Find out now in Candy Bars for Caleb💩

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