Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 00:19:56 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Russell The Red 11

Russell The Red
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


11:  Excitement

Russ' body was even more attractive now, than it had been those months ago,
when he modelled for BIM.  He had grown taller and his shoulders were
wider.  His upper body was beginning to fill in with the swimming.  His
butt was oh so round and oh so perfectly shaped.  Best of all his skin was
baby smooth, with hair so fine it was almost invisible, even if it was red.
His abdominal muscles were firming up and his waist was still very narrow.
His nipples were still quite small but showing signs of definition.  Over
all, Russ was truly beautiful.  His clothing hung on is body, as if
designed for it.  Everything fit perfectly, from his undies to his dress
shirt.  His gold necklace set off his neck and shoulders.  The bikini style
swimming suit, accented his boyhood and his long legs, perfectly.  The
fabrics were so well chosen, never a wrinkle or sag was seen.  The material
clung to his body, as if it was a second skin, following every contour,
clearly defining his butt cleft.  Something that gave Kos considerable
delight.

Even his name brand jeans had been remodelled to fit even better than off
the shelf.  Russ was not alone for all the society boys were dressed like
he was.  Kos was also very handsome.  He was tall and lean with the classic
male triangle, with very wide shoulders, well defined pecks, a narrow waist
and hips and a package that screamed for attention.  His standard racing
Speedo, clung to his body, which had lots of fine blond hair and very well
defined muscles.

This afternoon the Smith brothers had been giving all the girls sticky
panties and the boys stiff cocks, at the local pool.  Sheila and Nadine
turned a few heads themselves.  In the locker room and shower, both our
boys displayed their wares, without the slightest bit of modesty.  They
were not all that modest to begin with, being accustomed to going around
naked at the club which seemed to put both our boys at complete ease in the
semi public setting of a pool shower room.

Following the pool, Kos drove everyone to Ice Cream Haven.  Being a hot
day, the parking lot was stuffed, but Kos found a safe place to park Les'
big silver car, way in the back, behind the building.  The line up
stretched well out the door and into the parking lot which was a normal
situation on a hot summer day.

Ice Cream Haven has just the best hard and soft treats in the world.  Well,
that's my take on it.  I sure love the chocolate soft serve and the old
fashioned ice cream sodas.

It took a while for the line to move and just as I was opening the door for
Sheila, a large Hispanic looking fellow pushed her aside, almost knocking
her down.  This did not go well with me, at all.  That was an
understatement, I was real pissed!  I was not about to be shoved aside by
anyone, even if that anyone was older and larger.  To me, that was a form
of abuse and I don't do abuse.  I was even less inclined, to allow anyone
to shove my girl or any of my friends aside, in such a rude manner.  Me
being me, I did not say a word, but Sheila was doing enough protesting, all
on her own.  I just kept my mouth shut and put my body in action.  As the
fellow strode through the open door, I swung my right leg around, making
contact with the fellow's shin, just above an ankle.  It was a move,
designed to deliver incredible pain.  In fact, I broke the bone, just like
I had been breaking wooden planks, in class.  Just like my martial arts
training had taught me, not to do.  They did say we could use our skills in
self defence.  I figured, close enough for the company I keep.  This caused
the fellow to go down hard, on his face, striking his head on a table, in
the process.

Kos had been standing right behind them, and saw exactly what Russ was
doing and he could also see, the rude fellow had back up that was moving
fast in Russ' direction.  Kos moved in and managed to thwart the actions of
the fellow's buddies; a swift hand chop to the throat sent the second one
crashing into the third Hispanic looking boy, that was hot on his heels.
Kos grabbed the third, smaller fellow and drove his head, into the head of
the larger one, who was gasping for air.  If you remember the Three Stooges
films then you have a good mental picture of exactly how it looked.

Sheila and Nadine entered the store, stepping over Broken Leg, who was now
coming around.  He reached into his pocket and Russ reacted by driving his
foot against the arm, mid way between the elbow and the wrist, causing more
pain but not breaking it, this time.  "Don't even think about moving or I
will break every bone in your body, agujero del asno (ass hole)."

"I guess you don't know who I am, pequeño muchacho (little boy)."

"Well, that makes us even, turkey."  The gang boy was slowly moving his
hand out of his pocket.  Something Russ noticed and watched with care.
Suddenly, the gang boy screamed, as Russ' left foot crushed his hand
against the concrete floor; having his fingers wrapped around the handle of
his small fire arm, immediately caused several of those phalanges, to be
broken as well.  "That means you still have about 100 more bones for me to
work on.  I know one thing for sure, you are a fuck of a lot stupider than
I thought.  Move again, agujero del asno and your name will have a feminine
ending."  This caused the boy's left hand to cover his crotch, as Russ
feigned a kick to his groin.  Broken Leg's eyes were now wide open and
fixed on Russ.  The look on his face was some pathetic too.  It was a mix
of pain, fear, foreboding and helplessness.

All this was causing everyone to back up and move away from the impending
and occurring action, as best they could.  Nadine moved in behind Russ and
kicked the gun away and moved over to guard it, along with Sheila.  Some
how she had the presence of mind not to pick it up but just place her small
foot over it.  Finger prints would establish ownership.  She watches those
CSI shows too.

By this time, the cops were only meters away, advancing as quickly as
possible.  The manager had pressed a panic button, next to the cash, when
he saw what was taking place.  The manager knew these were local Hispanic
gang members and he recognized the potential for trouble, when he saw it.

Outside, Kos was standing over his two, daring them to make any kind of
move.  The other patrons, who had been in the line, began to move off and
started to scatter, not wanting to get involved in all this.  Too late
however, the cops were now arriving.

This was all very exciting and a bit frightening, especially when a search
revealed, in addition to broken leg's 38 snub nose, the tall one, that Kos
hit in the neck, had a large switch blade in his pocket.  Fortunately, he
had not had an opportunity to pull it out.  Kos was ready and able to
disarm this one anyway.

The cops interviewed the witnesses, taking names and addresses and brief
statements.  They had much more to say to Russ, Kos, Sheila and Nadine.  As
well as, the three disabled gang members.

It did not take too long for the cops to get the stories recorded and send
the three with EMS, under guard, to have their wounds tended.  Between the
security tapes, both outside and inside cameras, it was very clear what had
happened.  Kos and Russ were quickly identified as Eric's cousins and he
was summoned.  When they found out Sheila was Judge Carter's granddaughter,
that only added to their rather quick change in attitude.

These officers knew the gang members and at first, thought Russ and Kos
were part of some rival organization.

Broken Leg and now Broken Phalanges were very vocal in their protests of
innocence and demanding that the cops arrest that red headed kid, for
assault.  Nadine held her peace but pointed to the 38, laying at her feet.
For Russ' part he was quite proud of his handy work, reminding the cops and
Broken Leg, he was only 11 and that he was not about to answer any
questions, until the child advocate and or his lawyer showed up.

Broken Leg admitted the 38 was his and the manager and other staff all took
Russ' side, pointing out Broken Leg had a habit of throwing his weight
around, whenever he came into the store.  Your author was not sure what
hurt Broken Leg more, his injuries or the cops laughing at him, "the big
tough gang leader, being brought down by a white 11 year old".  He thinks
it was the latter.  When Eric and Sandy showed up and Sandy just sniffed
him and went right to Russ and Sheila, it was like pouring salt into the
wound.  She obviously dismissed him, as no further threat.

What scared the hell out of him and his buddies, were some of Simon's
comments, as he looked over the X-rays. Things like the rather complete job
his little brother-in-law had done and the amount of restraint his big
brother-in-law had used on the other two.  "You know that blow to the
throat would have killed you, had full force been applied."  Simon of
course, was highly professional in his ministrations to the injured.
Setting the broken leg did require a rather awkward cast, due to its
proximity to the ankle.  The 3 broken fingers, in 6 places, meant complete
immobilization of the hand, for some weeks.  This prevented the use of
crutches, and the big tough gang leader was relegated to a wheel chair.
Simon managed to do this, without causing any undue physical pain.

Committing a felony, being robbery with a gun, makes it armed robbery,
makes it even more serious.  Had the fool not discharged it, all be it into
the ceiling, the cops would not have been able to prove, it was his weapon
that linked him to that crime, but he had.

It took some time but everything got straightened out.  They did get their
ice cream too.  It turned out that the 38 had been used in a robbery, some
weeks earlier and when Broken Leg's lawyer found out the girl, he had
obviously assaulted, was Judge Carter's granddaughter, any complaint they
may have had was quickly forgotten.

If Russ wasn't her hero before, he sure was now.  Sheila quickly forgot
about Nadine and Kos.  It was all Russ in her mind.  That did not mean, all
four were not subjected to numerous admonitions about exposing themselves
to danger and so on.  For Nadine's part, she had a new appreciation of her
young friend and a whole lot of admiration for Kos, how calm he was, how
well he handled the two associates.  For Sheila's parents part, they were
of greatly mixed emotions.  They sure did not like the idea of Sheila being
put in danger.  They were upset that she was assaulted, all be it with no
real harm.  They were very proud of Russ and Kos for standing up to these
bullies and protecting their ladies.  Cathair, of course, wanted to heap
praises on the boys, they did just what he would have wanted to do.  He
refrained from doing so, except in private.  He does have to live with
Lorraine.  Ed was much more straightforward.  He declared straight out that
Russ and Kos were heroes and did just what he would have done; reminding
his daughter he had done all that and more, while in the military.  His
service in that dirty war, as he called it, was not something he talked
about.

This time, when Todd Wright, the reporter, showed up for interviews, he got
several ears full and an exclusive too.... "Didn't you think it could be
dangerous, messing with a gang leader like Lope?" (Todd) (Spanish form of
Loup which is the French form of the Late Latin name Lupus which meant
"wolf")

"No, to me he was just a bully that pushed my girlfriend, while trying to
butt into a long line." Russ said.

"I thought he was just being rude but when he pushed me I almost fell down,
Nadine caught me." Sheila added.

"And then what happened, Sheila?" Todd asked.

"He started to push his way into the door and Russ moved like lightning.
The next thing I knew, Russ was inside the door and Nadine and I were being
pushed forward by the crowd behind.  So we stepped over this Lope fellow
and went in," Sheila explained.  Nadine just nodded, indicating she had
nothing to add.

"Kos, why did you take on the other two?" Todd asked.

"I saw this large Hispanic man and his friend, approaching from my right,
in a kind of 'line astern' fashion.  When they got up to our position and
the action went down, I was concerned that Russ would be attacked, so I
positioned myself to defend.  They made a move toward Russ and I struck out
to prevent that," Kos answered

"You brought the two down with one blow, how did that make you feel?" Todd
asked.

"At the moment I didn't think about anything but defending my little
brother and our girlfriends.  After it was over I felt just a bit sad that
force was required," Kos replied.

"You mean that you felt bad for having defended your brother's honour?"
Todd asked.

"No, Todd not his honour, his person." Kos replied.

"This is not a question of honour, as those gang members would like you to
believe.  This is a question of civil conduct.  It is not a question of
white and Hispanic either, another allegation being made.  It is strictly a
question of, conducting ones self in a civil and courteous manner," Fred
interjected.

"Ya, that Lope fellow, just acted like all the other patrons were somehow
in his private space and we were some how lesser persons, that must move
out of his way.  In fact, he demonstrated he was loopy trying to pull his
gun on us," Russ said.  Russ' pun made everyone smile.

"Tell me how and why you reacted, to his shoving Sheila out of the way,"
Todd asked.

"I was holding the door open for Sheila and Nadine, when he shoved her,
almost knocking her down.  Just because we are kids, is no reason or
permission to do that.  The bastard just ignored me when I called him on
pushing Sheila, so I just give him a good kick in the leg," Russ explained.

"Did you intend to break his leg when you did that?"  Fred was about to
intervene but Russ answered before he could.

"No, not break it, just hit him hard enough so he would not be in a
position to strike back.  When you are, at best 3/4's of the size, you must
apply, perhaps just a bit more force, than you would for an opponent of
equal size," Russ explained.  Fred was afraid Russ would compromise his
position, by admitting he wanted to injure this Lope fellow.

"Why did you kick his arm, when he was already down and the girls were
safely inside?" Todd asked.

"A good question.  I gave his arm a hard touch with my foot, when he
reached into his pocket.  I didn't know what he had in there but could see
whatever it was made a bulge.  I also told him, doing that was a very
unwise move.  I guess he thought, only a kid or he is not very smart, so he
persisted.  When I saw the gun, I crushed his hand against the floor and
kicked the gun away, so no one else would get hurt," Russ explained.

"Kos, the gang has said that they will be seeking a resolution of their
leader's honour.  Are you concerned by this?" Todd said.

"What honour is there in bullying children?  They have a lot of work to do,
since I doubt that they have any to begin with.  Honour is not built on the
backs of children or intimidation.  It is not something one starts out
with, it is earned and granted by others, in recognition of that earning.
Just because someone claims to be honourable or to have honour, does not
make it so.  This kind of attitude demonstrates only ignorance.  Where is
the honour in demanding something, that has not been earned.  That is not
honour, it is self aggrandizement, probably resulting from greed and a very
low self esteem." Russ explained.

"But are you concerned?" Todd persisted.

"For myself, not in the least.  For others, of course," Kos replied.

"Can you expand on that?" Todd asked.

"No, but when the best these people can do, is threaten children, using the
bravado they have, in a misguided attempt to cover their embarrassment..."
Kos stammered.

"What embarrassment, are you talking about?" Todd asked.

"The supposedly big, tough Lope is brought down and disarmed by a pissed
off eleven year old and this art student disables his two buddies.  If
that's not an embarrassment to a gang of reputed toughness, what is it?"

"The word on the street is, Los Amigos Del Lobo has put a price on your
heads," Todd stated.

"And that word should not appear in your story, understood.  Put your notes
away for a bit, Todd." Fred said.

"That is a good way to regain your honour now isn't it," Kos quipped.

"I hope it is a good high one, since my Russell is close to priceless,"
Sheila added.  Sheila was snuggled up to Russ and got even closer.  Nadine
was sitting next to Kos and gave him a big hug.

"Now if any of them would like to make that threat publicly; the Organized
Crime Boys will be glad to round them up.  They have been looking for some
excuse, for a long time," Eric added.

"I would not print any kind of rumour like that but perhaps others might,"
Todd said.

"I have an Idea.  You could print something attributed to an unnamed police
source.  Let me see, oh yes.  How about: an unnamed police source
suggested, as soon as Lope is released on bail, he and his gang are
expected to take retribution on Russ and Kos.  The gang is then expected to
replace him as leader.  The source was unsure how much blood that would
involve."  Eric looked at his dad.  Fred was about to speak when Russ
chimed in, "So we are 'dead men walking'."  Sheila was very upset by his
comment.

"I like it son.  Use it Todd.  Eric is a police source after all and you
are not saying it is in any way official department word, just the
speculation of an unnamed source," Fred said.

Later that day Ruth, speaking on behalf of the minors, who could not be
named publicly, stated they were not intending to press assault charges, if
Lope publicly apologized for his rude behaviour.  "My clients feel that
pressing charges would only be adding insult to the injuries he sustained."
The cops were pressing concealed weapons and robbery charges, however.
Olaf then came on to read the statement of apology, on behalf of his
client.  Todd was able to weave that into his story which would appear in
the morning.

Judge Carter was glad of this.  He did not feel the need to recuse himself
from this case, since it no longer involved his granddaughter.  The fellow
with the knife, was released on bail, since it was his first real offence.
Lope and Olaf did not oppose the rather stiff bail requirements, asked for
by the DA.  That would mean Lope would spend several more days in the
clink, until he was able to raise the bond money.  Eric figured, he would
take advantage of that time, to evaluate the comments of the unidentified
police source.

Russ and Kos were local heroes, at least to their ladies and family.  All
of their friends were congratulatory.  Russ was an instant celebrity, among
the grade 5-6 set, to say the least.  Mom and dad Smith were of two minds.
They were not happy that the boys got into an altercation; one that could
have seen them or others hurt.  They were proud and relieved, not only did
they both do what they believed they needed too but that all the money for
karate club memberships, was obviously well spent.  The Ganymede boys and
men were very proud of them and made no bones about it.  It was the older
men at the club who heaped praises on them the most.  Many were veterans
and like Ed would have done nothing less, assuming they were in shape, to
still do it at all.

"Clarence, Amos and the other Ganymede boys were all over me, like a
blanket.  Not just boys my age, but most of the older ones too.  They just
kept peppering me with questions.  It took a long time for me to get
everyone to understand that I did not intend to break Lope's leg.  I think
if he had not been moving through the door at the time, it would not have
happened.  Now his fingers were another matter.  When I saw that gun, I was
scared as hell.  I knew, what I did had to be good and had to be final.  I
also knew, he would be expecting my right foot, not my left.  He probably
had some boxing experience and figured I might lead with my left but would
deliver a real blow with my right.  That is one thing my karate master
taught us.  He taught us to deliver blows with both hands and both feet,
with equal force and accuracy.  Since only 10 percent are left handed, your
opponent will assume you are right.  That assumption may be accurate but he
taught us to use it to our advantage.  I guess that is how Kos learned to
paint and draw with both hands.  I have seen him working two brushes at
once, one in each hand."

Anyway, being a hero is good I guess but some times it just goes on a bit
too long.  Our leaders want us, all us Ganymede's to be prepared to step
up, when and if needed, like Kos and I did.  I know some of the more
feminine boys and men are a bit hesitant.  I think it was one of the older
men that was instructing us, who just said, "a boy has to do what a boy has
to do and sometimes that means hurting others".  I wanted to tell them that
I had been physically abused and I know that is true and that I will never
be in the position of not being able to defend myself again.  I didn't, Kos
wouldn't let me.

Kos was so proud of me.  It wasn't until I saw the security tapes, that I
realized just how proud of Kos, I was.  He backed me up 100 percent, right
from the get go.  I mean, he took out two of them with one blow and that
neat head butt thing.  I'm sure those two were on mega-aspirins, for a long
time.  I mean it hurt my head just to watch it.  Well, I guess the Smith
Brothers are not just pretty faces.  We knew that all along, but now I
think everyone else knows too.

After we took Nadine and Sheila home, we settled in for one long love
making time.  Sheila had sure got my motor running.  I'm sure, if we had
been alone, she would have hopped into my bed, right there and then.  We
weren't, so it didn't happen.  The legal age for us is 14 in this state and
we are only 11.  I don't think, that is something either of us are
concerned about.  I mean, it is not legal for Kos and I but we do.  Sheila
and I love each other, but I don't think legal stuff ever enters our minds.
I know I'm not ready to have sex with her.  She probably isn't ready for me
either.  Sure we profess our love and I know the feeling is real.  The
question is love or lust?  Nancy explained it all to me one afternoon.  I
guess she is right, we are not mature enough yet, to know the difference.
Since we are not sure, if it is lust or love or both, best to not test the
water, to just enjoy what ever it is, for as long as we can.

The older boys at the society assured me that what ever it is, it won't
last.  Most of them have had several girlfriends by the time they were in
grade 12.  One thing bothers me about this.  We Ganymedes are all in love
with our men.  Most if not all of us get all the sex we could ever imagine.
That means we don't need girls, in that love and sex equation.  Some times
it is just way too confusing, even for a bright kid like me.

After we got home Kos took me up to his room.  I was just a bit confused at
first.  He started to take my clothes off like he always does but this time
he was kissing me all over my body.  Not that this was new but never with
this level of intensity or level of emotion.  I had never seen him cry so
much before.  It was like he was letting out something, that had been
bottled up tight inside.  Anyway he got me naked and just kept kissing and
licking my body.  I sure love that too.  I was so worked up and my penis
was so stiff, I thought it would explode.

Kos would not let me undress him; he did it for himself but in the most
provocative way he could think of.  He did kind of a dance, although not to
any music I know.  Maybe to some music in his own head.

We lay together for a long time, just feeling each other's presence.  With
no real communication we just got up together and went into the bathroom.

Just before we drifted off to sleep Kos said, "I was so scared something
would happen to you, Russ.  Promise me you won't ever do anything stupid.
Promise me you won't ever leave me and we will always be together, you know
brothers and lovers, promise."

"I promise, but does that mean we will never have boys of our own to pass
these necklaces on to?"

"I guess we will just have to get new ones for them."  I just kissed him
and he kissed me and we kept on kissing for a long time.  All I know is I
never felt so loved and so wanted and so secure, as I did laying next to
Kos.  Sure it was lust but surely it was one hell of a lot more than that."