Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 15:01:42 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Cleaning the Spectacles 2

My stories start with; "This is fiction. None of it is true." Well after
some emails all suggesting the same thing I will start this the following
way.

This story is fiction or is it? You decide. In some stories we all go
through what is a wish or a hidden secret. We hope it is or will come
true. Because this is about the relationship between a man and a boy this
is something that we all can wish and fear about. The one's who read this
section in Nifty would have to make up their own minds.

Don't get me wrong but I never can agree that blatant abuse of boys is just
another day's work. It is not. Loving them with true feelings and honesty
that is reciprocated is hard to imagine but that's why I ask you to decide
if it is true or Fiction.

I am sorry to offend anyone and Nifty has other sites to choose from. I
hope that all other things apply. Most of all, understanding. I have the
copyright so please ask if you wish to reproduce this for any
reason. Comments are welcome but flames will be ignored. I hope this
touches the heartstrings of the readers and allows you to decide if it's
true or not.


                         Cleaning the Spectacles.


I was lost in time. The house was quiet, I say quiet but I was so aware
that Russell was breathing deeply while he lay next to me. I know that
after reading many books and files, oh, and even Nifty, Time came when the
boy in the story or tale would be fully described.

The words stunner and beautiful were just some simple words to describe
what his features looked to the man who had already seen them and used the
boy.

Russell was just 15. He looked about 13. His hair was the shape of a globe
and his deep brown eyes were covered with small round spectacles. His face
was smooth but did have the speckling of spots; they were small enough to
just melt into his complexion. He had an earring, a single small
ring. Nothing special just likes something from a Christmas cracker. His
lips were full and teeth clean. He had one tooth that was chipped but if
that was all then he had nothing to worry about.

Around his neck was a silver chain and that hung low over a small
chest. The nipples were almost skin colour making them almost
invisible. From the shoulders he was thin. Right down to his hips. The
thinness allowed the hipbones to protrude and he looked emancipated in a
way but perfect with it. Past the pubic bone sat his penis. It was just 3-4
inches maximum. It was very dumpy with two tufts of brown hair both side
and a gap in the middle. His legs were smaller than most of his age and the
texture of his skin were dry and in places soft. He was not like any
stunner you may have seen. He was not perfect or beautiful. What he was,
was the thump in my heart, the beat in my vein's He was just like a
glove. His body and my hand fitted together perfectly.

Russell was spread next to me when I saw the clock. It read 11am. I slipped
the sheet back so that rather than the noisy alarm I could wake him
gently. The soft skin of my hand against the rugged flesh of his back
tracing like the road line on a map examining all the contours that
undulated over this 15 year old boy. Two mounds came to view. There
softness enabled the small hairs to rise as the goose flesh rippled over
the parts my hand left.

Russell turned to face me. Naked and in the light his smile was like a
story of love.

"I thought this was all a dream David. You look like your happy so I am
betting we never did anything that you will regret?"

My hand against his face and the slow motion moves that rewarded him with a
kiss told him the answer. I took the tip of his ear and with the tip of my
tongue gave it a gentle suck then a harder kiss. I had Russell in the
position where he could hear all I had to say.

"I have already felt guilty about what we did. The joy for me was that you
were happy. I need you to know something."

I whispered so that in a very small space only we would hear.

"Russell when you have no life you dream. When I first saw you my dream
came true. Only on an island of love could you feel what I feel. I hate
myself for doing what I did but love just took control."

When I moved back there was a great big smile looking at me, and added to
that, Russell placed his hand around me.

"David I must have found that same island. I went with that girl Sally
because everyone else had a girl. I hated it from the very beginning. I
wanted the friend that I was searching for from that time and I found
you. You wont be angry if I held you right now will you? You do want me
then?"

How do you tell a boy that you are in love with them? How do you react to a
boy who tells you that he wants you? I sat back against the pillows and
allowed Russell to curl up between my legs and we held tight. I kissed
almost every hair with the number of caresses I made. I felt the head lean
back and I saw the small face, glasses on his nose looking at me. I took
the glasses off him and brought my lips to his. No sounds just the actions
that would show anyone that love were there but only if you looked.

It was the door closing that we never heard. Russell and I were to busy.

"You two. Any chance that you might be getting up today?"

Why I cannot say but we both looked at Ken and just lay in each others arms
with the sheet barely covering us both up.

"I wish I had a camera. You are a picture. I have never seen Russell so
happy and you David have gone to the next level. I will assume that you no
longer will have an eye for the boys as you have your very own one. Sam
thinks you both slept together because you were late getting to bed. I wont
break his bubble."

Russell whipped his head around and glared at Ken.

"My, my Russell. Don't get angry. I am very pleased for both of you. I just
wanted to make sure that everything was all right and ask if I may make a
call. I'll then get out of your way?"

I waved Ken away.

"David you are mine. Do not let Sam spoil things like he always does. In
all my life there has been very little to be happy about. It has taken me
15 years and now I am scared that I will loose you."

I got out of bed and assured him that everything was going to be fine. I
put on a robe and headed for the smell of coffee that was strong through
the house.

Ken was with Sam in the kitchen. He was already eating the last few sweets
that he never managed yesterday.

"You were a bad man. You went to bed very late and missed the Dinosaurs."

I must have been in a good mood because I took hold of Sam's chin and asked
him to tell me all about them. He smiled and went into a long speech all
about what he saw. He went on a bit to long but it was then I realised that
a Tyrannosaurs Rex had 10 claws each with the capacity to kill you.

Russell arrived in the kitchen and placed his arms around me. I gave him a
kiss.

"Hey no fair. How comes Russell gets a kiss and I don't?"

I went straight to Sam and gave him a big kiss. When I finished all we
could hear was, "Yuk."

I saw Russell nearby and saw that he had used some of my clothes to dress
in. They were a bit big, especially the shirt, but who cares.

"Nice things Russell. I have some things like that. Right down to the white
silk boxers."

I dare not make a fuss about the clothing but he sure looked good in the
boxers."

Ken poured a coffee and we sat while the boys ate more cereal.

"So am I allowed to ask what happened?"

"Ken ask Russell and if he want to tell you then fine but lets just say
your visit gave me more than you'll ever know."

Ken had a rather rough laugh but when Russell came and sat on my lap and
slipped a hand into my robe he was silenced.

"David would you call Russell's mother please."

Now normal people would not worry but I had bedded her son last night and
he had loved me.

I called.

Hello there, I am Cathy. I am Russell's mother. Ken has told me of your
offer and I wanted to tell you over the phone that I agree and accept. I
would love to have spoken to you face to face but work and lack of cash
will prevent that. Russell's father has never been in his life and I have
had to rely on him far too much. I know you would not have expected the
answer so soon but I never for one reason other than my son's goodness and
well being would I have agreed. May I speak to him and Please don't stay
away from us."

It was a strange conversation. I gave Russell the phone and sat in the
armchair.

"I expected that look David. Now I need to know, are you going to be
prepared for it. Are you going to be whatever you can? You are entering a
world that never existed and I need to know that you are ready."

Russell comes screaming into the room after we heard the crash.

"David do you mean it? Do you mean that we are going to be together?"

Without warning Russell lunged forwards and the kiss was powerful.

"Hey no fair. How comes Russell gets to give David a big kiss and I don't?"

"Sam the reason is I now live here and David is my guardian."

Ken looked at me and I was confused.

"David, it seems that Cathy has been thinking of a way to pay her son back
for all the work he has done. I suggested that she allow him to stay with
my friend who Russell knew very well indeed. She has agreed as long as he
goes to school and you visit once a month. The boy is yours."

I just grabbed the Brandy and looked at Russell.

"Don't you want me to stay David? We can be the lovers we both want and mum
has said she agrees"

"Dad, what are lovers and what do they do?"

Ken fumbled his way through a boring story about school changing and how
you would have to love it to do it.

"I see so Russell and David will go to a new school so that they can be
lovers?"

"Something like that Sam."

"Hey no fare. How comes Russell can be a lover with David and I cannot?
David can I be your lover?"

Out of the mouths of babes.

"Well it looks like my house is not going to be mine for much longer."

Ken said he was going to leave early to get the letters I needed and that
would be his treat for a friend. I saw Ken in a different light after that.

I was almost in limbo. I was floating but still had some sort of
understanding of what going on. Ken and Sam had to leave. Russell would be
staying and so would I. Stupid, of course I would whatever next?

We waved goodbye and I even got a hug from Sam. It maybe because of being
friendly or the box of sweets that he took with him. The latter I think.

Russell was washed and dressed by now. He was looking around as if he owned
the place. I was lying on the floor with the log fire ablaze drinking the
last of the coffee while the second pot brew. I watched Russell every now
and again. I could not resist. He was all in white, well almost. His shirt
with a hood had an emblem that I had never seen before and his trousers,
although bottoms of well know tracksuits, were covered in different
coloured paint. I had to assume that the poor boy from a poor family had to
wear something.

I was going to say something real silly. I wondered what was best, Russell
or coffee? No question. He was looking at everything. I watched while he
examined the leaves of the plant in the corner, His fingers even though
stubby were adept at the job. He did not care that less than 24 hours ago
he arrived with his head down, a complete stranger.

"Russell come sit with me for a while."

"Why?"

Yes good point. Why? I knew that I wanted his company and I did not care
that he looked like he had been wearing his clothing for a week, was that
bad to say? I was not use to showing or saying affection so he was making
it harder.

Russell came across and sat crossed legged on the floor next to me. He
rested his chin on his hands; I rested a hand upon his trousers and was
surprised to feel the softness and silkiness. I played with his big toes
while we both watched. His glasses had fallen down his nose so that his
eyes looked over them. It was easy to push them back. I could smell the
soap powder that was used to wash his clothing and was also surprised that
he never moved. I wanted to say something and I took a breath to do so. I
was the one to move but he remained still looking at me for some kind of
action or response. I think he was waiting for a hand to move and show him
that this was going to be fine no matter what.

I did unravel his legs with his hands parting. I wanted to rest my head
between his legs and look up at him. I did.

"What's going on?"

I panicked when he said this. I felt as if I was invading his space and had
decided to move.

"Sorry Russell. I thought you would not mind me being here. I will get
up. Give me a lift please."

I could not lift, Russell just held my shoulders. Looking over my face he
stared down into it with a quizzical look all the time his hands began
stroking my forehead and his thumbs found the bridge and ridge of my nose7

"David do you mind if I ask you a question?"

I saw a small smile when he asked.

"Russell you may ask anything. Just remember that I will answer the truth
and expect the same from you."

There was a slight fidgeting during the brief quiet moment.

"What makes you like me as you did last night more than an adult like Ken
or lets say a girl?"

Now maybe you get a question that will stump many scholars. His was
enormous. I wanted to kiss him but I would still have to answer the
question he asked.

"Russell, girls are the opposite to who I am. There is nothing, even naked
ones do not excite me. I prefer the company of males and young males at
that. Boys are learning and I have been hidden for so long that I am
learning to. Who better to learn with than another boy? Why ask me that
when I shared with you something that was so very special. You were my
choice. I can feel that you are having second thoughts about us but please
let me help you as best I can. So many others have what you cannot. Your
mum try's and does her best. I wont buy your love or sexual favours but I
still want to help."

Both of us were witness to the wet patches that had formed on his
trousers. I was crying all through my response. It must have been a heavy
downpour. Hurt was going right through me.

"Why me? Why do you want me? I am nothing special. There are boys that are
better looking and will give you more than I ever could."

I felt his thumbs wiping the remnants of the tears away from me.

"After last night Russell there is no one that can do what you did."

His face seemed to lighten.

"Are you sure? You are not just saying that are you?"

I was watching when Russell wrapped his hands and arms around me all but
upside down. He bent forwards till I could feel the soft breath from
between his lips. He removed his glasses that he placed upon the table
close by. Our lips met and I wanted to find out why he had been like he
was.

I surrender to the touch. Russell's tongue was gently licking my lips. His
hand's although they were still learning had found the place they
wanted. There was a smile. I could feel fingertips tracing the shape of my
lips as they tried to enter inside. When at last one did he never pushed
hard he just went in far enough to cause a sucking motion from me. He was
slow, he pulled it out and I saw him suckle on it himself savouring the
wetness formed by my mouth.

I turned to see Russell with his finger still in his mouth. That was the
moment that my arms went around him.

"So why did you do what you did with me? There has to be girls or other
boys you can have fun with and even learn a lot from."

It's hard to describe how we were sitting but we were holding each other
and our legs were stretched out not together but at 12 o clock and at 6 o
clock.

"David who wants someone like me? Who wants a boy that likes men? Who would
want a boy that fell in love with a strange man except that man? You do
want me after yesterdays don't you. I have to ask to be sure. My biggest
fear is that you have just had sex with me because I was free. I could not
take any more if it was like that."

Seeing fear in someone's face is simple but distressing. To try and take
their fear away by saying that life will be fine and they have to believe
it is something else. Russell needed the concrete answer. He needed to be
told without a shadow of a doubt that what had happened between us was not
just a molester finding a boy. This teen even if he did look younger had to
know that the choice he had made was going to work. He had not made a fool
of himself.

I took Russell's hand. I found the ridges that made the skin undulate
across the back of it. With my fingers I gently stroked it holding the
finger firm to show him that I was sincere.

"Will you sit between my legs for a while?"

Russell was all smiles as he did this. No sooner than his bottom hit the
ground was my arms around him and I softly kissed the top of his head.

"You are right for me. I am lucky to have found someone that really wanted
to be with me. Most would say that I encourage this and if people knew then
it would all be over."

"I know. Because of my age they will put you in prison and make me take
therapy for something that is my choice as well. Just promise me one thing
David. Tell me now if this is just a game?"

That was a strange thing to say yet it was so right. With his head against
my chest I tried to answer. The explanation was weak but all I had to
offer.

"Russell you made my heart ache. You have been the one who has made all the
wishes come true and it is you that I want. Just you."

It seemed that time stopped while I was holding him. The jacket he had on
was easy to open. One long zip and I came face to face with a well-worn tee
shirt. Russell looked at me all the time I was opening his top. His face
never left mine and together we became what we both needed.

It was not at all strange to sit there with Russell. It did seem so
normal. Russell when relaxed told me all about his home. His last sister
was born just as his parents had split up. Social workers had moved in and
everyone was sent to foster parents. While his mother was getting strong
all the other children had a relatively normal life. They all were returned
to a dump that his mother tried hard to keep clean and tidy. His mother's
favourite time was at night when she would insist on some candles that
heated some oils and made the place smell nice and relaxed everyone. What
Russell's mother did not know was that he had already worked out that they
had no electricity and relied on Gas fires in the winter. They played games
when it got dark early and poor Russell was made to care for his 5 sisters'
and 1 brother. He was never allowed friends to stay and would have been to
embarrass to ask. He had even lied about the computer games to show some
sort of normality.

The boy had been made to grow quicker than his life allowed. He had enjoyed
no childhood; you could say he was born to be a father before he even
understood his.

"Mum told me that if I could better myself at any time she would agree to
let me go. I was beaten hard when I told mum I was gay and wanted to find a
man just like she had. I told her that no matter how many bruises she
produced over my body I was still gay and she had given birth to me for
that right. The sisters and brother will not understand but the eldest
sister Grace, she said that it will be good to see someone looking after me
as I had them for so very long."

We both watched the log fire for a while. Russell was clearly upset but he
wanted to finish what he started.

"One day when social services turned up we had no heat and no electric. The
television had gone and I found out that mum had been with a man to get
money to feed us. It was threatened that we would all go into care. I
exploded David. I told them how we had all looked after each other. They
called every 4 months if they could but we had to live day by day. We were
given the help we needed and had waited so long to get. Mum took me to one
side and told me that if ever I found something, somewhere or someone who
could take care of me then she would allow me to go. Everyone knew that I
would eventually run away. Mum and I agreed that we would do all we
could. I came to visit you for a break and found something that I never
thought existed. I spoke to mum who asked me if I was sure that I was
making the right move. Never until this morning did I ever answer yes. Ken
has to get some things as part of Mum's bargain but I have one big
worry. This is something she promised me. I have b!  een faithful and
supportive towards her and I hope she is the same to me."

I had not thought about how hard things were for Russell. I was being very
selfish in a way. I had come across a boy who wanted me and I wanted
him. He did not know anything about me just what Ken had told him and that
was very little. Now I had a chance to do something for the boy as well as
give him the love he had missed for so long. Never again would he suffer
like he had. I thought about what I had said quickly. If he had been
suffering that much he may well have just upped and left but he stayed for
the sake of his mother.

"Russell will you let me look after you now. We can look after each
other. I have to hope that Ken brings some more of your clothes back or you
will wear the same things all week. Now I am going to make us a drink then
we can plan just what we can do."

As I got up I heard the phone. It was Ken. He asked if I had a Fax machine
because he had some things to send. I gave him the number and he said his
goodbyes. The fax almost straight away whirred into life. The first page
was a letter addressed to me.

"Dear Sir, I did not believe that this time would come but I have had this
ready for months just in case. I hereby give my permission for my son
Russell Garrik to stay with you. He must attend school and be free to come
home whenever he wants. I am sending this letter that gives temporary
Guardianship of Russell to you and this lasts until he is 16. I have to
make certain apologies. First I have no money for clothing and as we get
most from the good will shops. I have not been able to supply anything more
than what he has on. I wont be able to contribute to his keep either and so
you can see this is a very big job you will take on. Our boy cannot read or
write at all well so please be patient with him and if it is not too much
to ask give him a kiss from His Mum and say that I kept my promise. Keep in
touch.  Cathy Garrik."

The second letter was the official form all signed giving me temporary
Guardianship of Russell. Ken said all the master copies of the letters and
forms would be delivered by courier but for now it looked as if I had a
houseguest.

I made a drink and returned to see Russell leaning against a chair. I told
him I had some letters and they included him. I gave them to him but
offered to read them saying I knew he had a few problems.

"Mum said that David. Does this mean I do not have to go home? Can I stay?"

I had never seen anyone with such a feeling of freedom before. He had so
many questions that I had to listen to him fire off 10 before I got a
chance to answer 1.

"Russell I say lets take a drive first."

 My boy, the boy, the precious one was all eager to see his knew
surroundings. He was in a sorry state of affairs a so first thing
first. Clothes.

There was a department store that was not far away. I said we would get a
few things to keep him going. It was like Christmas all over again. Russell
was a fidget when we drove so I was pleased that we did not have to go far,
the store was big enough and he looked to me to make the next move. We
looked at so many things and the man offered to help. He did some measuring
and he had a list from me and they went off. I made a few calls even one to
a dear friend who ran a school for children with learning difficulties. We
had to face up to the fact that Russell was in that category and he was to
get help sooner than later. After the call I returned to see a selection of
all the clothing to choose from.

"David I better get some under clothes. What shall I get?"

Well it seemed to be right that some of each would be the best so boxers
and briefs. Russell chose them. There were not many things picked so I went
mad and took the lot. I got a new Nike tracksuit and some shoes and
trainers.

"What about bed Russell? Pyjamas? You will have to tell me."

"David do you think that I will need anything at all? Boxers if I must but
that's for you to decide."

I stood there watching the things being packed up remembering that Russell
was wearing my Ivory brushed cotton boxers. I gave the boy £500 and he
looked at me before paying for all the goods. He was given just £20 back
and he was very polite when he returned it.

"David how can I be worth all this. We have just met and already you have
given to me more than I have ever had."

We did a quick detour to collect a parcel that I had pre ordered and we
were on our way home.

"So, Russell, you think we have got everything you will need?"

He looked around.

"Just because we did things last night you go and do all this?"

"No Russell I have done this to ask you to stay. I will look after you as
long as you look after me. There will be times when we will be fed up with
each other and times when you will feel sad. I want to be there for you and
I want you to be part of me. How does that sound?"

We drove in silence home after that. It was silent when the garage doors
opened and still silent when they closed. I asked that the bags be brought
in from the car and I went to make a drink. The bags were taken to the
bedroom and onto a small bed. They would be left for us both to sort out.

"David I am very grateful. Is there anything that you don't like about me?
If so tell me and because I am now with you I will do all I can to change
it."

"You mean that you will be happy to be part of my life. You want to be an
old mans partner? You can have time to think Russell but if you asked me I
would take you in my arms and show you just what it is like to have a
friend. The thing I hate most of all is that you have grown so quickly. I
will not see that special time when you start to grow. You have hair that's
shows you are Old but you also have the sweetest lips and beautiful body. I
am Drunk with you Russell, Totally Drunk."

This was the moment that life became us. I watched as Russell took his
Jacket off followed by his shirt. He walked towards me wrapping his arms
around me tightly.

"You want to do the rest? I know that you are Hard I can feel it. I never
knew that I could do that to anyone before. I bet I will make a fool of
myself when I tell you that I am as hard as you are. I want very much for
this to happen before you do anything more. I want you to know that I will
do this without being bought or given anything. I do it because you are the
rib in my chest. You are the beat that I miss through sorrow and you are
the part of my body that has yet to grow. I love you David and I don't want
a dad I need for you to be the one who teaches me how to love."

It was my turn to lift this boy up and onto my sturdy kitchen table. Rather
than just hold on he flopped back across it. The paint-splashed trousers
had a small tent that was clear to see. Russell took his hands wrapping
them behind his head. I reached behind me to a small drawer and took out a
small box that I placed on the bare flesh of Russell.

"What is that?"

"Its something from me to you."

His fingers were slow as they opened it up. There was a box inside and when
that was opened Russell and I could see the watch that I had managed to
get.

"Lets see if it fits?"

"David is this for me?"

I slipped it over his wrist. After two clips the bracelet was firmly done
up. It could have been made for him

"Its beautiful. I have never had a watch before. Why did you do this?"

"I wanted the boy I love to know that on every hour I will look at mine and
remember that there is just that little time less before I see you when you
are at school."

I reached across to plant a kiss on the sweetest lips that I had
known. Russell was taking control. He was trying desperately to get my
shirt off and he did not care how he did it.

"Before this gets out of hand, how about you take a bath and we will have
something to eat after."

I helped Russell up and escorted him to the bathroom. Even if he knew how
to run a bath I showed him what to do before I left. I made some Stew with
Noodles all the time listening to the melodic song that came from the
tub. His voice had not broken just yet so the choirboy was set free. I was
sitting down when Russell came out placing his clothing in the basket as I
had said on day 1. The towel went to the small room and he returned looking
delicious.

The tee shirt was crisp and white while the boxers were new. Blue and white
stripped with a tight fit. He came to me and we sat ready for the meal. I
suggested he prepare the table while I added some logs to the fire. I was
done but had to laugh when in the kitchen the blinds had been drawn but
Russell was lying on the table once again suggesting that he may be the
main course.

I reached across after turning the saucepan down low to kiss him. He
removed his glasses himself this time.

"Better?"

I suppose he needed to know every time and I told him what he wanted
because his grin was larger than ever. The shirt had ridden up to show his
belly button all clean and soft. I raised it further until his head and
arms were free from its constraints. His hair very unkempt was all over but
I was in charge. No hair at all under the arms and his nipples were almost
nowhere to be seen. I rested my chin between them turning and sending a
short breath across each one. They both in turn slowly stood erect after
growing before my eyes. Moving down I found that the strips of the boxers
had what could only be described as a straight sausage forming
underneath. I pulled them tight to get a better view. Russell laughed when
he saw me looking at it twitching under the material. I had one long
fingernail and that was put to good use. I stroked and scratched the length
almost sure that it was growing further. All over some sort of deodorant
was present. I cannot describe it but the word "G!  runt" seemed
appropriate.

"David is it just me or is this real nice?"

I took my boy and we seemed to kiss for real. It was the first time that
this kiss was more than any other.

"David, Have you got any clean rags and the stuff you use to make things
look good?"

"Russell I am kissing the one I love and you want to talk about cleaning."

"Not really. It's just that if we keep going like this there will be a lot
of mess to clear up. Mine first I hope. You make me feel so good. It's
better than my hand did at the Christmas party at school. I was touching
myself for an hour. I want you to make me go that stage further again."

I stood back and took his foot. Spreading his legs apart I started to kiss
his leg with gentle touches. Again no hair. No fluff just the smoothness
you associate with a baby's bottom. It was just too much and he had to
loose the shorts. I did not need to tug he raised himself off the table
making it easy for me to slip them down. I continued the kissing, all the
way up to the small sack that was between his legs. I lifted to make sure
he was smiling and it was then that I saw it. Not his dumpy erection. Not
the tip of the head peeping through the skin. Not the eyes looking at me
but the tufts of hair that he had were gone. I touched the area with my
finger.

"I used your razor. I hope you do not mind. You like me better this way
David?"

I kissed the slightly red skin allowing me the chance to touch his erection
with my lips also. His lower back arched and it was easy to wrap my lips
over the skin. I sucked gently, bobbed up and down freeing the small head
that had been trapped by the skin. I held his thighs while I allowed the
dumpy tool to almost hit the back of my throat.

"Shit what are you doing to me?"

Blaspheming with pleasure. I tried to suck harder and Russell started to
become very animated. He was shaking, rocking. He was also shouting small
words of pleasure that became quicker as time went on. Suddenly Russell
became stiff. From his toes to the third hair that stuck up from his head
he stretched and groaned just as if he was a bear at the zoo. I felt a
single spurt followed by several big drops running down the deflating
penis. I held every drop. I kissed him depositing a small amount on his
lips then let him watch as I spit out the rest onto his chest. I then was
very slow at licking the clear sperm and its residue up until all that
remained was a wet clean patch.

"That was wonderful. Don't you ever let me go David? Do not ever leave me
now that we have found each other. Maybe you want to change places so that
I can have a try?"

I dished up the stew. Russell never dressed while we ate. Most of all there
was a difference in the way that we had become. He ate while I
touched. Russell had found what another day could bring.

"I think I will have a bath after tea. I think I will go straight to
bed. Do you want to stay and watch television or come with me?"

The lights went out so I had my answer.


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I guess there will be a part 3

One thing that was missed, is this a real story or not. I will be
interested in what you have to say. Just true or fiction is all that's
needed.