Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 15:32:57 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Russell's Friday Night

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THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO GERRY.  HE GAVE ME THE IDEA AND THE OUTLINE, I
MERELY FILLED IN THE GAPS.


RUSSELL'S FRIDAY NIGHT

Hi!  My name is Russell and I'm fifteen years old.  I'm typical height and
build for my age but I have one real distinguishing feature.  My hair is
bright red.  Not only the hair on my head, but under my arms too and on my
cock it's the reddest of the lot!

I don't know where it came from.  My parents and older brother are all
blondies.  I am also blessed (not) with freckles, which give me the
impression of being younger than my age.  All the girls think I'm
cute-looking because of my freckles but none of them seem to want to date
me because my freckles and red hair make me look younger than I am.

I wish they could see my cock inside my pants, then they'd know that I'm
more than ready to start dating...and whatever might follow!!!

I mentioned my older brother, his name is Mikey and he is two years older
than me.  We have always been very close and it was always to Mikey that I
ran if I woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream, or if I was
frightened by a thunderstorm, and he always let me get into bed with him
and took me in his arms and let me sleep with him, but we never got into
anything sexual.  Sure, when we were a little older I caught him
masturbating once or twice and he even showed me how to do it, but that was
that.  We still see each other naked around the house but nothing more has
ever happened, but I have to admit that I really think he is quite a hunk.

When Mikey was 17 a few weeks ago he decided to give up his paper round and
asked me if I would like to take it over.  He earned pretty good money and
a few tips so I agreed.  I delivered papers seven mornings a week and most
of my customers called in at the newsagents to pay the bill, but there were
a dozen or so who liked the old system of paying the paper boy, so I used
to call on them on a Friday afternoon after school and most of them also
gave me a tip.

When I started the paper round Mikey told me `Watch out for Mr. Stevenson.
Treat him right and you'll always get a good tip'.

Mr. Stevenson lived on his own in a big house at the bottom of a
cul-de-sac.  There were about 20 houses, then a gap and then
Mr. Stevenson's house so he was not close to his neighbours and he was not
overlooked.  As it was summer, he spent a lot of time in his garden and he
was usually there every morning when I delivered the papers.  It was
usually pretty hot so he was usually dressed in a tee shirt and loose
shorts or he had a pair of cut-off jeans that he sometimes wore.

We always had a chat when I got to his house and he usually had a cold
drink waiting for me and let me use his bathroom if I needed to.  I don't
know why, but he fascinated me.  There was something about him, his
demeanour, the way he treated me like an adult.  I couldn't take my eyes
off his legs.  They were very hairy but the hair looked soft, not like my
dad's wiry leg-hair which felt like a scourer.  Each morning I spent more
and more time with Mr. Stevenson, so much that I was having to start my
paper round earlier and earlier so I wouldn't be late for school.  Each
Friday Mr. Stevenson would pay his bill and give me an extra pound as a
tip.  Now, a pound was fine, but Mikey had told me that he was a good
tipper but a pound wasn't particularly good...but I was soon to find out
what Mikey meant.

Friday came round all too slowly but when it did I was in a great mood --
freedom from school for two days!

I set off to collect my paper money in a great mood and left Mr. Stevenson
until last.  When I got there he was nowhere to be seen in his garden but
his front door was slightly open.  I rang the doorbell and heard him call
`Come in, Russell' I went inside and he called through `I'm having a shave
in the bathroom, I won't be a minute.'

Now I know from experience that his bathroom is the last door on the left
at the end of the long hallway.  At the end of the hall on the wall facing
the front door and adjacent to the bathroom is a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
I walked along the hallway so I wouldn't have to shout too loud to make
myself heard.

`No hurry, Mr. Stevenson' I said.

A head appeared around the door frame and said `Hey, Russ, I think it's
about time you started calling me Jack, don't you?

As I looked at him I caught a glimpse of the side of his leg, his foot,
even the edge of his waist and I realised ...he was naked!  Jack Stevenson
was talking to me and he was NAKED.

My cock swelled inside my shorts.  This rather took me by surprise as I
have never reacted to him in this way before.

`Errrr OK thanks Jack' I stammered and walked a little way further down the
hall.

It was then that I realised that the mirror facing me was set at a slight
angle and I could see into the bathroom.  As I walked closer and closer to
the bathroom I realised that Jack's naked body began to appear in the
mirror.  I was drawn as though by a magnet as his hairy arse came into
view.  I drank in the sight and my cock swelled even more.  Two more steps
and I realised that not only could I see his arse, but he was standing in
such a way that I could also see his cock...and it was hard, AS STEEL!!!

A damp patch immediately appeared in the front of my shorts, and then I
realised I was actually drooling from my mouth as well.  Sure, I'd seen
naked boys around loads of times in the showers at school and my brother
all the time, but this is the first real MAN I had seen, and I couldn't
take my eyes off him.

What I had forgotten was that if I could see him the mirror, he could, of
course, see me.  I put my hand down to my cock and felt the dampness on my
shorts.  This turned me on even more and I started to massage myself
gently.  It felt soooo good, but when I looked up again I met Jack's eyes
in the mirror.

`Don't be shy, boy' he said `I hope you like what you see in the mirror,
because I certainly do.'

He wiped the residue of shaving cream from his face and came out of the
bathroom and for the first time I saw the whole picture ... And I liked
what I saw.  His chest had the same soft hair as his legs and his nipples
were a deep brown in colour and very large compared with my little pink
pinheads.  He had an outie belly button and a treasure trail led downwards
to what was now a 4 inch soft cock which was pretty thick to my way of
thinking.

`Hey,' he said looking down at my shorts, `it looks as though your little
friend wants to come out to play.'

He held out his hand to me and I didn't hesitate.  I let him take my hand
in his and he led me to his bedroom.

Dominating the room was one of the biggest beds I have ever seen with
crisp, white, clean linen and plumped up pillows.  He sat on the bed and
stood me in front of him.  `Let me take a good look at you' he said, taking
both my hands.  He looked deep into my eyes and as I stared into his I felt
as though I saw real affection there, which made me feel that this was all
very natural and right.  He let go of my hands and slipped his fingers
under my tee shirt and ran them over my pale, white body.  As he touched my
nipples I felt as though an electric shock had passed through me and I
shuddered involuntarily.  `Don't be afraid.' He said.

`I'm not afraid' I whispered, `it just felt soooo good, sooooo...sexy'.
There, I'd said it.  Jack took my tee shirt over my head and looked with
obvious admiration at what I thought of as my scrawny body.  His cock
started to stir again between his legs and I could see it pulsing with the
beat of his heart, and getting harder with every pulse.

He got on his knees and unlaced my trainers and removed them, and then he
took off my socks and stared at my feet for a long time. `Just perfect' he
eventually said.  Staying on his knees he looked up into my eyes and asked
`Ready?'

I nodded, unable to speak, and he slipped his hands inside the waistband of
my shorts and round to my arse.  He massaged my globes and I could see his
cock getting harder and harder.  Slowly, very slowly, he lowered my shorts
and as my cock came into view I heard a sharp intake of breath.  He stared
at it for a long time, and then he did something I didn't expect, he kissed
it.  `It's exactly as I imagined it' he said `I've been thinking about this
since the first time I ever saw you.  I just knew you'd be a worthy
successor to your brother.'

It took a moment for what Jack had said to sink in and when it did, I
couldn't believe it.  `You mean that you and Mikey...'

`Of course' he said `We were lovers for over a year, until he discovered
girls.  And even then he came back to me now and then.'

This news really knocked me for six, but I was very soon brought back to
reality when I felt the wetness of Jack's mouth on my raging hard cock.  My
imagination ran riot as I imagined my hunky brother with this man, doing
what we were doing now.  There was no way I could apportion any blame to
Mikey because I was enjoying this so much.

`I can't get over how red your hair is' said Jack in a brief break from
sucking me senseless, `I think I'll have to call you Rusty instead of
Russell, `and your face belies your maturity.  When I saw those cute
freckles I thought I was in for a disappointment with your cock, but you're
every inch as big as Mikey was at your age, if not bigger.'

He went back down on me and feelings of ecstasy ran through my very bones.
I thought I could not feel any sexier... until that familiar feeling
started in the pit of my stomach and I knew that my love juice was
beginning to flow.  I glanced down and saw Jack's hard cock swinging
backwards and forwards as he put all his energy into sucking me and
imagined it inside me.  What on earth was I thinking?  I'd never had these
thoughts before, but they were certainly dominating my mind now.  I started
to match my movement's to Jack's sucking as I felt my boyjuice start to get
closer and closer to making its escape from my unbelievably sensitive cock,
which seemed to be growing impossibly huge as I tried to hold it back.  At
last I could hold it no longer and as I relaxed my muscles I fired my load
into the back of Jack's throat in seven or eight bursts.  I almost
collapsed on the floor and he had to hold on to me to keep me on my feet.

When it was over I dropped beside him and he helped me up and onto the bed.
He gently brushed my hair out of my eyes and tenderly rubbed his hand down
my face, smiling at me.  I smiled back contentedly, all thoughts of guilt
totally banished from my mind.  How could anything that felt as good as
this be wrong?

We hugged, chest to chest, legs to legs and with my cock dripping its last
few drops of cum on to his, mine now soft, his still hard, waiting for me
to satisfy his needs.

`This is all very new to me' I said `I've never thought of going with
another man or boy before'.

`Trust me' he said `Your brother was the same when we started but he was a
fast learner, as I believe you will be too, and now I need to satisfy
myself' he said `and what I'd really like to do is to fuck you, gently and
slowly.'

My immediate reaction was to clamp the cheeks of my arse together and run
for my life, but I suddenly realised that I trusted this man.  He had
initiated my brother into the world of gay sex and Mikey was OK.  Why
shouldn't I be OK too?  What was I thinking?  I wasn't gay, What on earth
was happening to me.

Then I felt Jack's gentle hand on my chest, such a light touch circling
around my nipples, which were getting harder by the minute and causing my
cock to do the same.

`Don't be frightened' said Jack `Leave everything to me and just say if you
want me to stop.'

He laid me on my back, brought his face close to mine and kissed me gently
on the lips.  My cock jerked of it's own accord and a bead of precum
appeared.  Jack smiled and licked it away.  His own cock was pretty wet as
well and he smeared his own precum all over the head in readiness to enter
me.  Then he raised my legs up and outwards, opening my arse crack and
buried his head between them.

I felt the wetness of his tongue on my hole and it sent a shiver down my
spine.  More precum appeared and slowly ran down my cock and into my pubic
hair.  I had never produced so much before.  Jacks tongue was working hard
and I was beginning to feel that I might cum again when he inserted a
finger into my inner sanctum.  Yet more precum!!  I think I was only
semi-conscious by this time and living totally in a world of my own.  A
world full of the sexiest feelings I had ever experienced, feelings that
just cannot be expressed in words and have to be felt to be believed.

One finger became two, which became three and although there was a little
pain, it was enjoyable pain.  When he removed his fingers I felt empty
inside, but this was only for a moment as I soon felt the tip of his cock
as it pushed gently against my entrance.

`Relax' whispered Jack, `Push downwards and it'll make things easier.'  I
summoned up all my energy, which wasn't much in my present state, and did
as he asked.  I felt the head of his cock enter me and cried out, more with
surprise than with pain.  Jack stopped pushing and let his first inch rest
inside me for a moment while I got my breath back.

`OK' I whispered, `I want it all, and I want it now.'  Who said that?
Surely it wasn't me; surely I wasn't inviting a man to push the whole
length of his cock inside me.  That would be too gay for words.  As Jack
pushed his rod home my thoughts changed to `Oh, boy, who gives a shit about
being gay?'  I was in heaven.  This is what I'd been waiting for all my
life without knowing it.  Now I felt fulfilled as well as filled.  It was
as though the last piece of the jigsaw of my life had just been pressed
into place and I was whole, complete, totally satisfied.

To be continued.


The Colonel

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