The Russian.

Every day after high school I go to the same skate park. Hang with mates, have a skate. Anything to avoid going home. Lately theres been a guy there, kind of old, just sitting on the bench reading. Every now and then when I look over at him he looks away quickly. Back to his book, or up at the trees.

I get into the habit of being the last one to leave, when it starts to get dark. I deliberately walk by him, look at him. He never looks up, never reacts. Just keeps on reading. So I decide to find out whats so fucking good about his book. I wait till everyone's gone, and sit down next to him. I take the book, he looks at me in surprise. Its not in english, some crazy looking script.
"What the fuck IS this?"
"It's in russian" he answers with a heavy accent.
"Are you russian?"
"Yes, Minsk born and bred."
"I'll admit i don't know where that is"
"In russia, stupid." (moderator geographic note : Minsk is capital of Belarus, it not in Russia)

His laugh was infectious, even though the joke was dumb I find myself laughing.
"I like you, Russian" i say, seriously.
He stops laughing.
"Russian likes you, you are very good on the skateboarding."
I laugh again, and give him back his book.

I look at his face, he isn't as old as I first thought. He smiles at my scrutiny. Impulsively I grab his hand and stand up,I drag him to his feet.
"Where are we going?" he asks. iI truthfully dont know.
"Anywhere"

We walk for a while, his huge hand swallowing mine. Silent, except for a few small words here and there. It's nice to just walk, comforting.
He stops suddenly.
"What is it, Russian?" i ask.

He looks at me, with a half smile. "Russian's house, just over there."
"Lets go!" I say with a laugh. He takes my hand again and leads the way.
His house is just one in a row, all identical. Russian fishes in his pockets for his keys, unlocks the door and pushes me through. For the first time, my brain has a little panic. What the fuck am i doing here, he could be a psycho, I could be just about to die, here i am, 18 years old, and this is how I die.

Inside, his house looks perfectly normal. there is nothing that stands out, and screams 'psychopath'.

I relax a little, and he asks me if i would like a drink. I answer in the negative, he takes his jacket off and sits down. I rest my skateboard and schoolbag up against the nearest wall. I turn and look at him, thinking what now?
He pats the seat next to him "Come sit with Russian."

I slip out of my schoolshoes, and with a smile I sit on his lap facing him. I figure, if hes thinking the same as me i'm just gonna make the first move. If not, well he can kick me out.
iI shyly look at him, to see if i'm right. He's blushing and smiling. Well, i was correct. He puts his strong arms around me, i'm still looking at him, cup his face in my hands.
"Russian, will you kiss me?"

He doesnt answer, only brings his face forward and brushes his lips over mine. He's slightly prickly, unshven. I wrinkle my nose with a laugh.
"You're scratchy, like my Dad!"

He smiles at that, and kisses me hard, taking my breath away. His hands running up and down my back. His tongue so big in my mouth.
I've never been kissed like this before. hHis hands work their way around, and into the waistband of my pants. He's struggling to get me out of them so I help a little, pulling through one leg then the other, and kicking my pants away, then my underpants. His giant rough hands are all over my bum, and my dick. Which is painfully hard. He slips my schoolshirt off over my head, i'm suddenly selfconscious about being naked, so i tug at his clothing.
"Get naked for me Russian."

He pushes me off, onto his couch, and stands up to take his clothes off. Hes massive, everywhere, my eyes can't take him all in. I feel tiny. He bends forward over me and picks me up like im a baby, and carries me out of the room and up the stairs, all the while kissing me tenderly wherever he can. He lays me down onto a bed, and crouches over me, kissing me hard again. He lays down on me, his dick is huge and hard, pushing against mine. I wrap my legs around him and push back, i'm moaning loudly, it feels so fucking good.
He straightens up and flips me over, rubbing me all over, with those hands.

I feel his hot breath on my bottom, he growls slightly. I squeak, and smile at the thought of the bear and the mouse.

I feel his tongue flick across my butthole. I'm shocked. nobody has ever done that before, iI haven't even dreamt of it happening. He does it again, and I moan. Wanting it more. suddenly he's licking and sucking, fucking me with his tongue. I'm in absolute heaven, his hand comes under me and he rubs gently on my dick. I feel myself push backwards into him, not wanting him to stop ever.
I feel the tension build deep inside me

"Russian, in gonna cum." I warn him. He grunts but doesn't stop, I cum with a yell, into his hand, then collapse sideways onto his bed, puffed.

I look at him as he takes his hand to his mouth, tasting my cum with asmile.
"Good little boy, cum for daddy!"
I smile, his hard dick is shiny and wet.
"Daddy," I say shyly, "can I eat your cock?"

He smiles massively, liking me saying Daddy. He lies me on my back and brings his dick up to my face, his knees either side of my head, pinning me to the bed.
I open my mouth and he pushes inside, all the way in until i gag, he pulls out, looking concerned. I push my head up and take him in again hungrily. He smiles down at me, tenderly brushing my hair from my face. I'm looking up at him and sucking on his dick, he's in control sliding in and out of my mouth, just slowly at first, then becoming faster. I feel my eyes water as I gag slightly while he fucks my face. He pulls out and rolls off me, he's lying next to me, rubbing his huge cock. I take his hand and suck on his finger, then bring it down to my butthole.

He pushes inside me, I smile and sit up slightly, so I can fuck his hand. He watches me smiling.
"Russian, very lucky today." He says smiling.
"Daddy lucky today." I correct. He smiles even bigger.
I push his hand away and climb on top of him. He takes his dick in his hand and guides it into me, as I lower myself onto him. I gasp, and stop breathing. For a minute I think hes too big, he wont fit. Then with a start, i'm all the way down.
"Daddy, youre so big!"

He smiles and closes his eyes, while I slip up and down on his dick, I squirm and wiggle until it feels just perfect then I start to slam up and down hard. He opens his eyes in shock, his hands on my waist trying to contain me, trying to slow me down. Finally he pushes me off him, onto my face, and pulls my butt up towards him. I yell into the pillows "Fuck me Daddy, hard."
He pushes hard into me, again and again, I feel his balls slapping against me, and i'm hard again. He reaches around and roughly pulls on my dick. I'm yelling now, and hes grunting from the effort.
"Good boy, good boy" He's repeating over and over, his hands around my waist, i'm basically a ragdoll in them.

He pulls out with a yell, and rolls me over, jerking in my face, and coming all over me with a yell. He puts his head down and sucks on my dick until I cum into his mouth, he comes back and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips. We're both puffed now, laying side by side.
He takes my hand in his, and puts it to his heart, it's beating off the hook.
"Russian likes boy, boy good for him"

I smile uncontrollably again.
"I should probably go home" I say sadly.
"No, Daddy wash you first."
He gets up and carries me to the shower, and rinses me off of sweat and cum.

I go downstairs, get dressed, and take my bag and skateboard. He walks me to the door, pushes me roughly into it and kisses me hard.
"Boy come tomorrow, fuck daddy again?"
"Yes Russian, I sure wil!"

We both laugh, and I go home smiling the whole way. Life just got good.