Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2012 21:07:54 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Russ

This story is, of course, fictional; if there are boys named Russ and James
who happen to live in Birmingham and are close friends, we can all only
hope they have as much fun together as the two in this story. This story is
about sex; boy/boy and man/boy sex, so if that is not your thing it would
be advisable to read no further.

Read no further either if the law where you are prohibits such material or
if you are of insufficient age to be deemed responsible enough to be
exposed to stories such as this.

If the latter is the case and you insist on reading on despite this
warning, please, please remember that this is fantasy and not fact. In the
fantasy world it is not necessary to practice safe sex -- in the real world
it is very necessary!

For those of you who have got this far -- I hope you enjoy what follows.



		       Russ: A story by Ivor Sukwell


"Aaahhhhhhhh," Russ sighed, letting his breath slowly escape from his
mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he almost purred, before slowly breathing in
again. His face had a contented smile as he breathed slowly in and out,
murmuring and purring with each breath.

He resisted any temptation to move, he was comfortable as he was, hips
propped up by a couple of pillows and legs stretched far enough apart for
his best friend, James, to have easy access for his probing tongue.

Russ was almost seventeen, his friend James a couple of months younger, and
they had been playing games together for years, but this was only
the... Russ concentrated on counting, only the sixth time that James had
eaten him out.

James hadn't wanted to do it at first; he'd always been a bit reluctant to
go one step further, not even wanting to swallow when they first started
spunking -- they'd been sucking each other from well before they were able
to shoot -- but once Russ had talked him into taking his first mouthful he
hadn't looked back and now every suck session ended with them eating each
other's creamy offerings. It was the same with rimming. Russ had had to eat
out his friend first so he could realize how good it felt, and then, once
James had got started it seemed as though he couldn't get enough of his
mate's hole.

That was fine by Russ, he loved being eaten, even more so because being
eaten led on to other things and Russ loved those best of all. James would
munch on him, tonguing him as deep as he could, until his face got
tired. Then it was roll onto his side so James could put a finger in where
his tongue had been and use his mouth to suck cock instead of eat arse. One
finger would become two and two would become three, opening Russ up behind
while his cock was swallowed at the front.

James's fingers working in his hole would find Russ's prostrate and caress
it and the combined fingering and sucking would lead to Russ having a
massive spunking which James would eat slowly.

Russ would then roll back onto his stomach and James would replace his
fingers with his prick and fuck away till he unloaded deep in Russ's
bowels. Sometimes James would fuck him long and slow, making it really
last, other times he would pound away like a demented rabbit; Russ loved it
both ways, loved a mixture as well, some long and slow mixed up with some
short and fast. It always ended the same way with James plunging in hard
and deep, holding his cock there as deep in as it would go and shouting
out, "Oh fuck! Yeh!" as he squirted, pumping his hot cream inside his
friend.

It was odd really, how they'd moved on from sucking to fucking. They'd
tried it once or twice, but never been able to get the mechanics right,
decent sized sixteen year old cock does not slide easily into tight,
virgin, sixteen year old hole, it takes time, care and preparation, and
sixteen year old boys are far more interested in action than in
preparation. So, after a couple of failed attempts, they'd settled for
sixty nining instead, quite content to spunk in each other's mouths and
swallow what they both now regarded as a tasty reward for their efforts.

And then, one November Sunday, Russ had been on the net, in a gay chat
room, looking for some horny chat to wank to. He got that, and he got more
as well...he got an invitation to spend a week in Spain with some old guy,
and he went for it! Massive gamble of course, but the lure of days on the
beach and nights getting fucked was too much to resist.

Russ purred softly as he recalled that week.

"Tongue me deep, baby," he whispered, to himself as much as to James, who,
nevertheless, took the hint, and poked as much tongue as he could inside
Russ's twitching hole.

The first day had gone according to plan -- a deserted, sunny beach where
Russ exposed his entire and smooth young body to the sun and to the very
definitely lustful gaze of the man he had daringly gone to meet. Sated with
sun they had gone to a restaurant and eaten a large and delicious meal
before returning to the man's apartment and to sex.

Russ submitted his willing flesh to the man's lustful desires and learned
an awful lot about the sort of things an experienced man can do to make a
boy feel good. After about an hour of being licked, nibbled and kissed all
over his front -- he had no idea how good a mouth could feel on his smooth
legs and under his arms and when his tits got licked and nibbled he thought
his cock was going to burst -- he was sent to shower and clean his arse. He
returned clean and tasty for the surprise of a joint before his hole
learned what men do to boys in paradise.

He was there for sex and relaxed by the joint so he had happily complied
with the man arranging him so that he was kneeling on the sofa, his head
comfortably resting on the back and his arse pointing into the room. The
man got behind him, stroked his arse cheeks, pulled them apart with his
thumbs and told him he had a lovely cunt for a boy of sixteen.

"Thanks," Russ had muttered. He was there to be fucked, so the fact that
the man was going to fuck him was not a problem. He just hoped that he'd be
more successful than James had been when he had tried. He'd braced himself
for the feel of cock at his hole, but it wasn't cock, it was mouth! He just
about had time to register surprise that anyone should want to kiss his
arse when tongue and lips went to work and a small grenade exploded in his
mind.

"Oh, yeh," he breathed to James who was doing his best to recall paradise
for him, probing and sucking at his moist, twitching, eager hole, "Eat my
cunt, baby," he encouraged the boy who had been his best friend for years,
"Eat me and fuck me."

The man had eaten him, eaten him until even Russ's toes were exploding and
then he had replaced his tongue with a finger, a cold, slimy finger that
Russ knew meant he was being lubed up, ready for cock.

He wasn't expecting to be fingered first though, so the gentle pressure of
lubed finger on his expectant hole was a surprise. The man didn't try to
push it in, he just left it there, gently pressing against Russ's entry
point. He could feel it there, just enough pressure to get the tip inside
his wet, well tongued hole, but nowhere near enough to activate his `repel
invader' defences that James's far from small prick had triggered when
they'd tried to fuck.

The finger tip felt good, harder and better in a way than tongue, and Russ
had found himself wishing it would go further in when something incredible
had happened. The finger must have done something special because Russ felt
his arse mechanism switch from out to in and the finger was actually sucked
inside him! His arsehole opened, gripped the finger and dragged it inside
him!

"Oohhhhhh, yesssssssssss, pleeeaaasssssee," he sighed as James replaced his
mouth with a finger and pushed it smoothly all the way in. Russ's arse was
used now to being a two way hole and opened comfortably and welcomingly
instead of doing its best to refuse entry.

Once his finger was deep inside, the man had changed Russ's position so he
could get at the boy's cock with his mouth while he fingered hole, and what
was left of Russ's conscious mind noted that this was one of the first
things he would get James to do the moment he got back to Birmingham. One
finger became two and two became three and Russ was no longer thinking, he
was just a boy giving up his body for a man's pleasure.

Three fingers inside him and his prick in the man's mouth led, inevitably,
to orgasm. The fingers touched something inside him that sent his body wild
and his cock spurted and spurted and spurted. He'd never spunked so much
and how he didn't drown the man sucking him he had no idea. He'd collapsed,
exhausted by that mammoth spunking and the man had simply removed his
fingers, flipped him into position and planted his cock straight up open
boyhole.

Cock had felt different from fingers, longer and both softer and somehow
harder at the same time. It had filled his insides and sent a strange glow
all the way through him. He'd had no idea of how long he had just lain
there being fucked before his mind came back to him and he started to
respond, fucking back onto the cock that fucked into him and no idea how
long it all went on before the prick inside him went rigid, jerked and
exploded. The only thing he did know was that he had been fucked and it was
not going to be the only time in his life that it was going to happen!

Being fucked was so incredible! He'd felt the old man's cock soften inside
him and slowly start to slip out and his only regret at the loss of his
virginity was that it wasn't James who had taken it.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he groaned as he felt James's fingers inside him, "Suck
my spunk out and fuck me senseless." He rolled onto his side so his mate
could get mouth to cock, smiled blissfully as he felt the familiar hot
wetness enclose his length, and lay, willing teenage flesh available for
his teenage friend to enjoy for both their pleasures. James was good at
sucking - he'd had a few years practice on Russ's prick, but he wasn't as
skilful or as varied in the use of mouth and tongue as the old man had
been. He wasn't as good at fucking yet, either, but Russ was blissfully
happy being dealt with by his friend. His thoughts drifted back to that
week in Spain as James worked on his cock and arse, preparing him for the
mind bending fuck to come.

He'd snuggled up to the old man after he'd been fucked, naked and happy. A
few drinks and even a second joint had got him in the mood to talk dirty,
not that Russ ever needed much encouragement to talk dirty. This wasn't
anonymous chat to some unknown person in a chat room, though, this was real
talk cuddled up to the man who had just fucked him, and both bollock
naked. This was more confession and exploration than horny chat to get in
the mood for a wank.

"That was fuckin' amazin', fuckin' wonderful," he'd said to the man's
shoulder where his head was resting. The man had one arm round him, hand
stroking his shoulder and back, the other hand holding a cigarette. The man
had explained that the cigarette was really just to keep his right hand
occupied and stop it from finding its way to Russ's soft delight.

"Boy needs a little rest after his first fucking," he'd said, and it was
said kindly and for some reason made Russ feel good.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Russ had sighed, happy that the man still wanted to enjoy his
naked flesh. He had wanted to ask if he'd been a good fuck, if the man had
enjoyed having his cock inside him, but he'd never had the chance. The man
had whispered stuff into his ear even before his softening cock had slipped
out of freshly fucked boy hole, telling him that he had a beautiful, sexy
body and that he had been an amazing fuck.

"Hope you'll let me in there again," the man had whispered and Russ had
sighed back, "Oh, yes; again and again...please."

His hand had strayed to the man's smooth thighs and hairless groin. "You
shave?" he asked, unnecessarily as his fingers wandered around smooth skin
where pubes should have been.

"Yeh," the man had grinned, "Find it improves wanking, get to feel all your
cock and balls without hair in the way."

Russ had explored, checking his own equipment and comparing it with the
man's.

"And boys, when I can get them, tend to prefer sucking cock rather than
getting a mouthful of pubes."

Russ had sniggered at that and lifted the man's soft cock with his fingers.

"It's fuckin' huge," he'd commented.

"Probably no longer than yours," the man had grinned, "Bit thicker perhaps,
but certainly not by much."

"Looks enormous."

"That's `cos you can see all of it, not just the half that's not hidden by
hair."

Russ had sniggered again and volunteered that his was almost seven inches.

"Mine's a fraction over six, so yours is longer, just doesn't look it `cos
half of it's hidden by pubes."

Without thinking Russ had asked if the man would prefer him shaved and
they'd made their way to the bathroom to remove Russ's pubes. He'd admired
his new, smooth self in the full length bathroom mirror, his cock at full
attention after the handling it had received while being shaved.

"Looks fuckin' huge," he'd breathed in awe, "An' somehow, don't know why,
but I feel more sorta naked without pubes."

"I find that as well," the man had agreed, "I suppose it's because
absolutely everything really is on show."

"Yeh," and then a sudden, slightly worrying thought, "I hope James likes
it."

"He'll probably jump on you in a frenzy of lust," the man had smiled, "And
if he doesn't, they'll only take a week or so to grow back."

"Hope he likes it," Russ had mused, "'Cos I think it's fuckin' horny."

"So do I," the man had smiled, "So horny that I could almost be tempted to
take you to bed."

"Fuckin' hope so," Russ had grinned, "I ain't had nearly enough yet!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, go for it," Russ murmured appreciatively as his friend
James gave up eating arse and shifted Russ into position for sucking and
fingering. He lay on his side, allowing James to lift his upper thigh and
position it over his own body, opening Russ's wet, well eaten hole for easy
finger penetration.

"Love you bald," James muttered, nuzzling his face into Russ's smooth pubic
area, kissing the smooth skin where dark hair had once grown. "Fuckin'
hot," he grunted appreciatively before engulfing hard, hairless teen cock
in his mouth.

Russ sighed with contentment, relaxing his cunt so his friend's lubed up
finger could slide in with no resistance, and settled comfortably, eyes
closed and a little, happy smile on his face as James sucked and fingered
him. This would continue now until he squirted, and before that happened he
would have all four of his friend's fingers inside him, opening and teasing
him, making him silently beg for a real fucking. They had tried fucking
without Russ squirting first, but both boys agreed that James fucked better
with the taste of spunk in his mouth, and Russ was particularly fond of
having his teen cream sucked and fingered out.

That had happened a lot in Spain; they had been cursed with two days of bad
weather so Russ was unable to sun himself on the beach. Instead he had
stayed naked all day in the apartment where they had watched some
television and quite a lot of porn and Russ had spunked at roughly two
hourly intervals. When the weather cleared and sunning was again a
possibility, Russ had decided that he could get a decent, all over, tan on
the apartment's balcony, and so, apart from when they went to a bar for
lunch or for the evening as a recovery period for Russ, he had remained
without clothing for the rest of the holiday.

"Fuckin' ace bein' played with by a man," Russ had remarked after an almost
complete day of being kissed, cuddled, fondled, sucked, eaten, fingered and
fucked.

"Wait till you get to do it with a boy," the old man had smiled at him.

"Does stuff with James," Russ had pointed out.

"No, I mean a real boy. For you, something around, say, late thirteen,
early fourteen."

"That your favourite age?" Russ had asked, curious, and thinking of some of
the porn they had watched.

"Don't really have a favourite; smooth and spunking is all I ask for."

"Bet you'd have gone for me at thirteen," Russ had giggled.

"If I'd come across you at that age, you certainly wouldn't have still been
a virgin at sixteen," the man had grinned in reply.

"No fuckin' way!" Russ confirmed, and gave himself up to more fondling.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Russ sighed as his spunk flowed, filling
his friend's mouth, and while James was still savouring the hot cream, Russ
moved onto his hands and knees. He fancied being fucked doggy this
time...James really slammed it into him when they did it that way, and Russ
wanted his brains thoroughly fucked out.

"Fuck me hard," he demanded as he felt his friend's prick against his open
cunt, and he thrust himself back onto it, driving it inside him in one
forceful movement.

James obliged, as he always did, fucking Russ into panting oblivion.

"Go for it, baby," Russ breathed as teen cock pistoned in and out of him.
James was getting better at fucking, the more practice he got the better he
became, but he was still nowhere near as inventive as that old guy in Spain
had been. The old guy had fucked an awful lot of boys, though, Russ
decided, so James was bound to get better as he did it more and more.

Thinking of that, Russ recalled what the old man had said;

"You know any kids in years 8 or 9 that might go for this?" he asked James
when the fucking was over and spunk was oozing out of his still not quite
closed hole. "Really fancy shaggin' somethin' younger."

"Me an' all," James agreed, "Reckon if we went for it we could get one or
two between us."

"Gotta go for it, then," Russ stated with a wicked grin, a grin replicated
by his fuck buddy.

"Guess we had," James agreed. "Nothing over fourteen, right"

"Right," Russ nodded, "Thirteen or fourteen, yeh?"

"Yeh," and the boys high fived, their summer project agreed on.