Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 20:03:14 -0500
From: Nigel B <bluepeasoup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Russ

Russ
by Nigel

Disclaimer: don't read if you are underage or if sexual experiences between
boys offends you, blah blah blah, you know the stuff

When I was 13 I had a school friend named Russ. He was a couple months older
and pretty well developed. I remember his voice changing before anyone
else's. He was tall and lanky with the longest legs I've ever seen on a guy.
I guess they were a plus for him because he ran on the school's cross
country team. He had scruffy dark brown hair that he refused to gel unlike
the other guys in our grade, and had intense blue gray eyes. He smiled a
lot; he always had this dorky sort-of grin on his face, but it was cute.
I didn't know him that well, but when we would sit at opposite ends of the
room facing each other in Language Arts class, he would stare at me from
under dark lashes and grin shyly. He never talked much, and he wasn't very
popular because he wasn't obnoxious and lewd like the other 8th grade guys,
but I liked him a lot.
Before I moved away, I would watch him in class, and he would do little
things to drive me crazy, like he would chew on his pencil or sit with his
hand right near his crotch or bend over to pick up fallen objects. I
especially went wild when he would arch his back and stretch in his seat,
his head thrown back with his eyes tightly shut and his mouth dropped open.
That was the way I thought he would look when he came. Since we weren't
really good friends, I never really talked to him on the phone or hung
around with him outside of school.
Some time towards the end of the second quarter in 8th grade, I moved to a
nearby county and switched schools, and that last day before I moved a bunch
of people wrote notes to me, saying how much they would miss me and good
luck, blah, blah, blah.
Seriate wrote that she would miss me and to call her bunches and good luck
at my new school and that she loves me, and she hoped I would find a hot
boyfriend. (She was one of my closest friends, and was the only person at
school that I had come out of the closet to. She was also, by the way, a
lesbian)
Gerald wrote that I should have fun and good luck and to bang lots of hot
girls. (Ha)
Rachel said she would miss me.
Jordan said he would miss me.
Justin said he would miss me.
Angel said she would miss me and to please call her.
Russ said he would miss me A LOT.
And at the end of the day before I got on the bus, he told me in person that
he would miss me a lot and gave me a hug. I just wanted to tackle him to the
ground and pounce on him there, but I didn't.

A week or two after I moved I saw him at the movie theater with his parents.
He saw me and smiled and came over and we talked briefly and I walked out
with his phone number.
We arranged for him to come to my house on the weekend to hang out.

He came over on the day we arranged, and we played PlayStation and hung
around in my room for a while. I was sitting on the floor beside him, the
controller in my hand and my eyes glued to the screen and I looked up at
him. He was watching me from under his eyelashes again, and suddenly he
leaned forward, took hold of my shoulders and kissed me softly.
I just sat there like an idiot until he kissed me again, this time with
tongue, and then sat back, gazing at me shyly.
"Nigel?" he said a little uncertainly. His voice was low and gravelly. He
lowered his eyelashes and licked his lips nervously. "Was that okay with
you?"
I recovered and leaned in and kissed him back, our tongues mingling. He
sighed and pulled me closer and up onto my bed, still kissing.
He rolled me over so that I was on top of him, and we made out like that,
our legs entwining. His hand stroked my back softly and I shivered. I felt
his hardness against my thigh and reached down and closed my fingers over it
through his pants.
He groaned into my mouth and tensed up. He thrust himself against my hand.
I broke the kiss and straddled his legs. We stared at each other in an
intense moment in which he stared up at me as I rubbed his erection
slightly.
I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants and slid them down and off his long
legs. The sight that met me was painfully arousing.
His dripping erect penis was poking out of the slit in his plaid boxers. His
head was purplish, and he wasn't as large as I'd expected him to be, maybe 5
and a half inches hard.
I slid his boxers off him and gazed hungrily at his body that was nude from
the waist down. He had a small brown bush that surrounded the base of his
gorgeous cock that curved up parallel to his body.
I closed my fingers around it, feeling it's warmth, and Russ gripped the
edge of my bed and moaned a little. I began jacking him a little. I loved
the way his cock felt in my hand, it was so hot and firm but soft at the
same time.
"Ohh God," he groaned. He arched his back and rose up off the bed a little.
More of his pre cum oozed out the slit and I slid it over his dick and
tasted it off my fingers. It was salty sweet. I leaned down and took him in
my mouth completely, my nose buried in his soft pubes. Russ let out a little
whimper as I began sucking and bobbing my head up and down.
I was so aroused that I couldn't ignore it, and I began rubbing my own cock
through my pants as I went down on Russ. He must have noticed, and he sat up
and switched me places, only I sat on the edge of the bed and he kneeled in
front of me. I leaned back on my hands as he undid my pants and slid them
off.
He sat in front of me, his face right at crotch level, and slid his hand
into the slit of my boxers. He squeezed my dick gently and I cried out. It
felt so good.
He just sat there for a moment, stroking my cock, and gazing shyly up at me,
until he finally took his hand out of my boxers and slid them off with a
little bit of difficulty because they were caught on my erect cock.
He finally got them off and my cock sprang up, as hard as it's ever been. He
kissed it softly and I moaned. He continued to tease me by licking the
underside of it and encircling my head with his tongue, until at last he put
his mouth on it.
I nearly blacked out from the sensation; he was really good at it. He would
let it slide almost all the way out of his mouth and plunge back down all
the way.
I finally stopped him before I came. We laid back onto my bed and kissed
some more, letting our moist dicks slide and grind against one another's. It
was the best feeling.
Russ slid his hands up my shirt and rubbed my chest and played with my
nipples. He wrapped his long legs around my body and drew me closer and his
body seized up. He broke away from our kiss and his head fell back, his eyes
shut and his mouth hanging open as he came, gasping and shooting his load
all over my stomach. He looked just the way I had imagined him, and I came
directly after that thought, holding onto him tightly and thrusting my hips
as my cock convulsed and I shot my own load.
We lay there together silently afterward, breathing heavily and just holding
each other.
It was almost time for him to go then, so we grudgingly got up and cleaned
ourselves up and got dressed.
Before he left we kissed for a long time and held each other.
"I miss you a lot at school," he said sadly before he left.
"I miss you too," I said. And then he left.
I haven't seen him since, but I think about him all the time.
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That's my story, I would love to hear your comments.
(c) 2000 by Nigel