Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2013 20:35:27 -0500
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Russell and Calvin (Revised)

Russell and Calvin

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This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It
includes acts of homosexual acts between teenagers. If you are offended by
this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it,
please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional
entertainment.

This story may be freely disseminated over the internet but all publishing
and reproduction rights are reserved by the author.

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Russell used to sneak peeks of his older sister's collection of magazines.
Her magazines were filled with pictures of young, teenaged-heart-throbs,
posing bare-chested, revealing lean, well-defined, teenaged bodies.

Russell snuck the magazines into his bedroom. He wasn't gay, he just wanted
to know what it took to make a guy attractive to girls and have them
swinging off of his cock, but he didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
He wanted to be like the teenage boys in the pages of his sister's fan
magazines; he wanted to have tough, casual boyish charm.

Russell spread the pages out in front of him on the floor for motivation as
he exercised. He did push-ups, sit-ups, crunches, toe-touches. He pumped
dumb-bells while staring at the photographs of the teenage boys that he
wanted to be like.

Gradually Russell's body began to resemble theirs. His body was cut; his
muscle-definition deepened.

After his workouts, Russell reclined on the couch and struck a pose, like
the boys in the magazines. He tried hard to look casual and self-confident,
while displaying the rounded muscles on his soft, half-naked body. He was
beginning to feel as though he had finally arrived. He felt that he was
becoming a teen heart-throb, but he needed someone else to witness it. He
needed someone to confirm it for him.

Russell invited one of his friends from school over to see the boy's
reaction as Russell struck his heart-throb poses. His friend was a black
boy named Calvin. Russell knew that Calvin's reaction would be as good a
measure as anyone's. Calvin was popular in school, and was about as normal
a kid as you could find. Calvin had girls chasing after him, so if he saw
Russell as a peer he could be sure he was on the right track.

The two boys watched videos together and listened to music. Russell decided
it was time to roll out his new image and to see Calvin's reaction.

"It's getting hot in here," Russell said casually, as he stripped off his
shirt, exposing his smooth well-defined upper body. He reclined on the
couch, with his hands folded behind his head, striking one of the poses
from the fan magazines. His rugged blue jeans were torn at the knees,
adding to the effect of casual toughness that he wanted to convey. Russell
glanced over at Calvin, nervously, waiting for the boy's reaction.

Calvin found himself staring and staring at the white boy's half-naked
body. He was drawn in; he couldn't help himself. He couldn't take his eyes
off of the boy's smooth curves and his soft, white skin. Calvin felt his
thick, black cock hardening inside his trousers. Russell seemed, in
Calvin's mind, to radiate light, like a teenage angel.

Calvin sat there with his thick, black lips hanging open, completely
unaware of himself, and unable pull his eyes away from the spectacle of
beautiful young, white manhood.

Russell didn't know what to make of this. Something was wrong. This was not
the reaction he expected. He honestly hadn't figured out what kind of
reaction he was hoping to get from the boy, but he knew that this was not
it.

He felt uncomfortable under Calvin's wide-eyed stare and was tempted to put
his shirt back on, but something told him not to. He lingered a little
longer under the black boy's gaze.

Calvin just stared at Russell for an uncomfortably long time. He seemed to
be fully absorbing the white boy's exposed body.

Finally Calvin whispered, "Yo, man; I wanna suck your dick."

Russell bolted upright; not believing what he just heard; not sure that he
heard the black boy right.

"What?"

"I say, I want to suck your dick, man. I don't mean that in no gay way –
no homo, man – I just mean I want to suck it. I aint never done it
before and I'll never do it again."

Russell was stunned. He hesitated.

Calvin looked disappointed, as if he were afraid that he had crossed the
line of their friendship, "Aint nobody has to know about it. It just
between me and you, dawg. We keep it on the downlow."

Russell sat upright on the couch, wide-eyed, staring at Calvin.

Was the boy joking? Was he making fun of him? Was this Nigger calling him a
faggot and saying that he was gay for posing in that way? Russell felt as
though his mind was a whirl of confusion.

He stared at Calvin.

The boy was pleading with his eyes as he waited for Russell's answer.

Russell began to believe that maybe the boy was sincere. Maybe this black
boy really did want to suck Russell's cock.

He tried to relax; he tried to regain his confidence – he never planned
for things to turn out this way.

He settled back on the couch, reclining once again, trying to recapture his
casual pose, but nervously eyeing Calvin – trying to figure out what he
should say to the boy's offer.

Russell wasn't gay, why should he let this black boy suck on his cock? And
Calvin wasn't gay either, so why was he offering Russell head? Russell's
mind was spinning with confusion; he just couldn't make sense of what was
happening.

"I can't let you do that, dude. That's gay."

"No it aint."

"How is it not gay? One dude sucking on another one's dick..."

"It aint gay if the dudes that be doin' it aint gay; and I aint
gay. Neither is you."

Russell thought about this for a bit, and Calvin added, "And aint nobody
gonna know about it except you and me."

Russell eyed the black boy curiously, "Why do you want to suck my cock,
man?"

Calvin shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno. It's like somethin' just came over
me; like, I just wanna do it. It aint no big deal. Let's just do this and
get it over with. I always wanted to suck a white boy's cock."

Russell thought about all the time he spent studying heart-throbs in his
sister's magazines in his bedroom, and how he tried so hard to look like
them so that he could have the same effect they had on other people.

It dawned on him that maybe this working. Maybe this weird shit that was
happening right now was Russell's effect on Calvin. It wasn't important
whether or not Calvin understood what was happening; all that mattered was
that Russell's efforts were paying off. It was working.

Russell gave Calvin a sly smile. "Alright, champ. Get on your knees and
suck on my cock."

Calvin sank to his knees in front of the half-naked boy. He gazed at the
boy's soft body, his muscles and curves. He took a deep breath of the
boyish aroma that emanated from his arm pits. Calvin wanted to lick them,
and run his tongue over the boy's pink nipples.

Calvin still wrestled with what was happening to him; he knew that he
didn't want to be anyone's bitch, yet something drew him to the white boy,
making Calvin want to acknowledge Russell's manhood. Calvin wanted to pay
tribute to it, give it homage, and worship it. This didn't seem "gay" to
him because there was something the white boy had that Calvin wanted to
make a part of him. It was something strong, confident and manly, not
effeminate and weak. Sucking Russell's white cock could only make Calvin
more confident and masculine, at least in his own mind.

With trembling hands Calvin undid Russell's belt and unzipped the boy's
pants. He tugged on Russell's jeans and was aroused by the soft lump he saw
in the white boy's boxer shorts. Calvin pulled down the boy's shorts and
Russell's thick, white cock sat there; it was nestled in the boy's light
brown pubes.

Calvin felt light-headed, intoxicated by the masculine smell of the boy's
crotch. He lowered his face into Russell's lap, and picked up the boy's
cock with his thick, black lips. Calvin gently sucked on the boy's soft
cock, feeling it grow thicker, harder, and longer inside his mouth.

Calvin's own cock throbbed inside of his pants.

Russell's warm cock filled the black boy's mouth. Calvin could feel
Russell's cock throbbing on Calvin's wet tongue. Now the boy was fully
erect and Calvin took pride on being the one who was able to bring him to
this condition. He was proud to make himself useful in the service of this
white teenager's needs.

Russell looked down at the black boy, who was sucking his cock. Calvin's
warm, soft lips on Russell's cock made the white boy's eyes roll back into
his head, with ecstasy. With those thick black lips, that black boy was
really a natural at cock sucking.

Russell started to feel that maybe he could fill his role in manhood after
all. He could be someone who could dominate; someone who could master other
men and make them bow down and serve him.

He had reduced the black boy in front of him to a servile cocksucker. He
grabbed Calvin's head and fucked the black boy's face in earnest.

Russell felt a surge of energy and power. Yes, he had become a man who
could subdue other men. This was a strange feeling for him; it was a
feeling he never really thought he would experience.

Calvin looked up at Russell and enjoyed the satisfaction on the white boy's
face.

Russell blushed, with sexual passion, which aroused Calvin even more. He
studied the white boy's body while he sucked Russell's throbbing
cock. Russell's body seemed, to Calvin, like the body of a god from Greek
mythology, like one of those heroic, white marble statues from ancient
Rome.

Calvin knew he needed to suck Russell's cock. He wanted to kiss the white
boy's feet. Calvin thought this was making up for all the times he teased
and beat up other black boys for being sissies; even as he admired other
boys' well-defined, young male bodies as they stripped off their clothes in
the gym. He knew he wanted to be physically close their masculinity, but he
didn't want to be a faggot.

Now, all of that was stripped away. He was being set free by having
Russell's cock in his mouth.

Calvin's cock throbbed as he realized that he actually wanted this white
boy to spit and piss on him. Many nights Calvin had fantasies, in his
bedroom, of doing something like this. He would lie in his bed, stroking
his black cock, and dream about licking the shit stains off of another
boy's ass. He had secret bedtime fantasies of swallowing a white boy's cum,
thinking it would make him smart and beautiful. Now these dreams were
coming true.

Calvin surrendered himself to worship Russell's body and to be the white
boy's slave.

The tension built as Calvin slurped on Russell's throbbing cock. The black
boy's thick lips worked wonders on Russell's needy cock. Russell tightened
his grip on Calvin's head, forcing the black boy to take all of Russell's
manhood down his throat.

Russell's body trembled. He let out a deep groan.

A surge of cum flowed from the white boy's cock into Calvin's mouth. All
Calvin could taste or smell was fresh and potent boy-nectar from Russell's
body.

Calvin let the boy's cum ooze down his throat.

When both boys caught their breath, and regained their composure, Russell
looked at Calvin with a hint of fear in his eyes, "Dude, nobody can know
about this – ever."

"Hey man, you don't think was gonna go tell somebody about it, did you?"

"I aint no faggot, yo," Calvin said as he used the back of his hand to wipe
Russell's cum off of the corner of his mouth, "I aint gonna tell nobody. I
aint never gonna do this again – I just wanted to try it once to see
what it was like."

Russell fastened his pants and put his shirt back on. Calvin got up from
the floor. They both went back to talking about sports, and girls and video
games, even though there were awkward pauses as their minds wandered back
to what had just happened, and what they could do to make it happen, by
accident, again.