The Russos 9

by D. J. Manly

  "No, I want to see first...unless you're shy?"

  "I'm not shy." He unzipped the navy pants and pushed them down over his hips.

  Tony sucked in a breath at almost the same time as Trish did. He was standing there naked, quite ready for anything she had to offer.

  She stood very still for a moment, drinking him in.

  He smiled at her, one of those heart-wrenching smiles, and she started to tremble. "Baby...you...I don't think I ever saw a more beautiful...shit, you're hot."

  "Then stop teasing and come over here and show me how much you appreciate me." He raised a dark eyebrow.

  She moved towards him, and pushed back her shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair.

  He reached out and pulled her roughly into his arms.

  He was kissing her and then moving his mouth down her throat to her breasts, where he suckled one, then the other while placing a hand between her legs. He held her in a very awkward position where she couldn't move as he stimulated her. She was moaning and squirming all over the place within minutes. She tried to grab him between the legs, but he pushed her hand away. When she began to wither with orgasm, he pushed her head down between his legs and stood back against the wall with his eyes closed.

  She approached the task with great enthusiasm, but he seemed dissatisfied with the service. He pushed her head away and told her to stop.

  Tony's legs were buckling underneath him. He had put his hand to his mouth, and now he was sinking his teeth into it. He wanted to run away but he couldn't. He felt as if his legs were frozen to the spot.

  Within minutes, Angelo had pulled the woman into an upright position. He pinned her against the wall and plunged himself inside her. He pumped into her quite violently as her pointed red nails dug into his back. Her eyes were closed and her face contorted in a macabre mask of ecstasy as he lifted her legs up over his hips, holding her up in his arms while he took her. In spite of the fact that she weighed no more than a hundred pounds, the effort required exertion and Tony could hear him breathing hard and heavy.

  She was screaming now, "God...yes...yes...more... more...baby."

  He swore and put her on the ground. They rolled around a little, she on top of him, kissing him. She plunged herself down on top of him and rode him hard. He lifted her off him, pulled away from her, turned her around, grabbed her roughly at the waist and yanked her up onto her knees. Her buttocks ground into his groin. He began to take her from behind, his hands reaching around to fondle one breast and then the other. Their animal-like moans and groans were growing louder.

  She was protesting, telling him to go easy but loving every minute. At one point, he told her, "You like it rough, don't you?" and she said, "No, please," in a little-girl voice while he quickened his thrusts and yanked her head back a little.

  "That's all you got, baby?" she taunted him as he slowed his pace and gave her a somewhat tender kiss on the back of her neck.

  He laughed and plunged into her, almost brutally.

  He was tormenting her, placing his hand between her legs, bringing her close and then stopping just when she was about to orgasm. She swore at him.

  He turned her around and pushed her head between his legs again. "You're one weird lady." He laughed a little, shaking his head as she devoured him.

  Tony began to feel pain and he removed his hand from his mouth to find that streams of blood were winding their way around his hand and into his palm.

  He winced. He took one more look at them and was just about to walk back into the house when he heard the woman say, "Oh, baby...again."

  Angelo pushed her away from him. He sprawled out on the deck, running his hands through his hair. He closed his eyes. "No. I'm beat now. Some other time. Can I ask you something?"

  Trish began to dress. "What?"

  "Have you ever been into S and M?"

  "Often," she smiled. "You'd make a good master because you're gorgeous, you have the look."

  Angelo laughed. "No thanks. It's not my thing. I don't get off on brutalizing people."

  "It's not brutality. You just have to learn to be a little tougher. Unless, of course, you'd rather be a slave."

  "I don't think so." Angelo shook his head. "All that stuff involves too much thinking during sex. I don't like to think. I just like to feel."

  She nodded. "Anyway, wasn't too bad. You have a great cock. I enjoyed it even if it was a little tame. See you later, babe," she said and walked off in the other direction.

  Angelo was laughing as he pulled his pants on.

  Tony cleared his throat. He chose that moment to come out in the open.

  Angelo looked up when he heard the footsteps.

  "Oh," he said, "it's only you."

  "Yeah, only me," Tony replied, feeling breathless. He had wrapped the handkerchief that was in his breast pocket around his hand to stop the bleeding.

  Angelo looked at him and then at his hand as he picked up his shirt. "What happened to you? You get into a fight?"

  "No." Tony took a step closer to him. "What have you been doing?"

  Angelo met his eyes. "You tell me, since you were watching."

  Tony's eyes widened. He uttered a little gasp.

  "Yeah, I knew you were there. Not right away, of course, but halfway through."

  "So, you were putting on a show for me, were you?"

  Tony's eyes flashed angrily.

  "No. I wasn't putting on any show for anyone."

  Angelo buttoned his shirt.

  "I didn't know you liked women," Tony remarked, trying to control the anger in his voice.

  "Sometimes. A man doesn't want the same kind of meat every night of the week."

  "Now who in hell is that talking?" Tony demanded.

  "Doesn't sound like you."

  Angelo shrugged. "Maybe you never knew me."

  "Maybe not. What do you think Frank will say when he discovered that you were out here screwing his girlfriend?"

  "I don't know," Angelo laughed. "Maybe nothing. Maybe he won't find out. You going to tell him?"

  "No," Tony replied. "I'd be embarrassed to tell him that."

  "Good. Well, is this the end of this stupid and rather unnecessary conversation?" Angelo asked him.

  Tony sighed just as the floodlights clicked off. Both young men looked to see the sun beginning to rise in the sky. "So you intend on continuing to have un-meaningful sex with strangers, is that it?" Tony came closer to him.

  "What, on the other hand, is meaningful sex?"

  Angelo asked him, looking into his face. "Sex with you?"

  Tony swallowed. "It meant something to me. I know it meant something to you also."

  "Really?" Angelo ran a hand over his hair. "What exactly do you think it meant to me, Tony?"

  "You tell me," Tony replied.

  "What did having sex with you mean to me?" he repeated as if he were trying to memorise the lines.

  "Let's see, well...I was the teacher...I was taking your innocence and you were gathering experience from me to take to my father. That's what sex with you meant to me."

  "The second time?" Tony asked him.

  "The second time...um, I was stoned and you got rid of the two other guys and started coming on to me in the back of a car."

  "You could have said no," Tony told him.

  "Not very bloody likely," Angelo snapped. "I was high and horny as hell and---"

  "So, I could have been anyone, then?"

  "I didn't say that," he replied. His tone softened. "I didn't say I didn't want you then."

  "And now, right now?" Tony insisted, moving closer. He reached up his hand and caressed his cheek.

  "Now I want to sleep. I'm tired," Angelo told him, pushing his hand gently away.

  Tony watched him as he brushed by him, his jacket flung over his arm. He disappeared around the side of the house without another word.

  Tony swore. He hadn't realized how angry he was until he kicked a lawn chair so hard it landed in the pool. He stormed back inside.
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  Frank was still there, that Trish woman by his side.

  Angelo was perched on the edge of the sofa, talking to Frank. Trish kept looking over at him. He was ignoring her.

  Johnny was sitting beside Drake at the piano now.

  They were singing a song together in muted voices.

  Trish rose from where she was sitting beside Frank and went to stand by the piano.

  Be careful, Dad, Tony wanted to say, she'll be seducing Drake next.

  Tony came and stood beside Angelo. Frank asked him what happened to his hand. He made up some story about breaking a glass.

  "Angelo, you should go and put something on Tony's hand," Frank said absently. "It could get infected."

  "Me? I'm not his nursemaid."

  "I'm going to get Trish home before she swallows Drake whole over there," Frank announced. "Come on, Sweetie, we're leaving."

  She walked over to Angelo and placed her arms around him. "It was nice meeting you," she said and blew a kiss at Tony.

  Drake and Johnny came over to say goodbye. Trish wrapped her arms around Drake and kissed him full on the mouth. "You'd make a good master," she told him, causing Drake to knit his eyebrows together in confusion. He gave his son a questioning look. Angelo only shrugged.

  Johnny went outside with them and when he returned, he announced that he was beat. "Coming to bed, Drake?" he asked.

  "Yeah, but what in hell was she talking about...I'd make a good master?" he asked Johnny.

  Johnny shook his head. "Who knows? All I know is that girl wanted to get in your pants all night. She was feeling quite sexually frustrated when she left." He laughed.

  "No, she wasn't," Tony said bitterly, "your son took care of it for you, Drake."

  Angelo groaned and stalked out of the room.

  Drake asked Tony what he was talking about.

  "Angelo and Frank's girlfriend were outside together. They put on one hell of a show."

  Drake looked at Johnny who waved him off to bed.

  "I'll be up in a few minutes. Go ahead."

  Tony began shouting. "Goddamn him, I should have walked right out there and threw that bitch in heat into the pool to cool off. I hate him, Dad, I hate...hate...hate him."

  Johnny sighed. "Did you talk to him?"

  "There's no talking to him! He's sarcastic and smug and a first-class asshole. Why did he have to...I mean...she's Frank's girlfriend!"

  "Tony, the sad thing is, Trish doesn't mean anything to anyone, Frank or Drake Junior. He's just getting off some tension, that's all. Matt left him this weekend, his mother just got married for the second time. He's had a heavy-duty emotional talk with his dad. He's---"

  "He doesn't love me, Dad. I don't think he ever did and if he did, he's over it now." Tony sat down on the sofa and put his hands over his face. He began to cry.

  Johnny came and sat beside him. He put his arms around him.

  "Do you know what its like to watch the man you love have sex with someone else? Do you know how much that hurts?" Tony asked him, tears streaming down his face.

  "I have an idea. Why didn't you walk away?"

  "I couldn't. It was like a train wreck. I wanted to leave but I couldn't...I was mesmerized by him...how beautiful he is. He took off his clothes and I couldn't move...I just...I..."

  "Come on, let's go see about your hand," Johnny took his son's hand and began to unwrap it. "What really happened?"

  "I bit it," Tony replied.

  Johnny's eyes widened. "Bit it? You bit your own hand?"

  "To stop myself from screaming." Tony started to laugh slightly. "How pathetic."

  Johnny shook his hand. "Come on. Up to the bathroom. I'll put some peroxide on that."

  Tony followed his father to the bathroom. A half hour later, he walked into one of the upstairs bedrooms, stripped off his clothes and fell into bed. He didn't remember falling asleep. He only knew that it didn't take very long for him to do so.

  This concludes Episode Nine of The

  Russos.

  Join me next month for Episode Ten. Here are a few exciting highlights:

  - Tony tries to catch Angelo before he leaves to go on the road.

  - Drake has another heart-to-heart talk with his son.

  - Angelo comes back when he gets news that Johnny is once again in the hospital.

  - Tony and Angelo make love.

  D.J. Manly

  J. Manly is fast acquiring a reputation for D pushing the boundaries of male/male erotic romance. A reviewer once said of Manly's work that it was enough to give the reader "...third-degree burns in an air conditioned room..." and that's putting it mildly. If you adore gorgeous men who can't get enough of each other's bodies...if you like rich plots laced with steamy sex, thick and rich with aching need and glorious adoration and love...Manly's books will satisfy the craving and leave you panting for more.

  "If I wouldn't enjoy reading it, I wouldn't be writing it," says Manly. "I like to tease...but I always please..."

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