Jerry

By: Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
Ably Assisted by Ed

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 Chapter 21

Riding Little Red’s Hood

A Bruce and Chad Bawdy Bed-Time Story

To our readers. If any of you are allergic to chocolate, you will want to avoid this story because it is very VERY chocolate. Read it at your own risk. Hugs /s/ Bruce and Chad.

Robert Edwin Dennis Richards, Jr., was 18 years old.  He was a well hung, perpetually hot hunk. He was six-foot-two, had curly red hair, blue eyes, a wide mouth with perfect teeth. His shoulders were broad, and his pecs were well developed, crowned by two light brown nips that had a light ring of hair surrounding each of them.

His abdomen was flat, his skin was smooth and he had an all-over tan that had many women and many men, too, drooling. How did he get that ‘all-over’ tan? Heh heh heh, all in good time my pretties.

Robert Edwin Dennis Richards, Jr., had muscular legs covered with fine hair and beautiful feet with toes that just cried out to be kissed and sucked.

His package of man-meat was wonderful to behold. Two large orbs hung down between his legs, and over them was a thick, meaty, uncut cock, whose foreskin hid his helmet and slit.

Robert Edwin Dennis Richards, Jr. was quite a mouthful to say, so as he grew older he answered to the nickname of ‘Red.’  Because he was a ‘Junior,’ he soon became known as ‘Little Red’ even though he was anything but little.

Little Red lived alone in a in a cottage, the middle one of three, on a picturesque country lane. The name of the lane? Why, The Little Red Lane, of course! Red was alone because his mother had died when he was a baby, and his father had died just last year, leaving all his property to Little Red.

The cottage to one side of his was vacant and had stood empty for some time, although there were signs that someone was preparing to move in. The cottage on the other side had also been vacant for some time, but again, there were signs that someone would be moving in shortly.

About that tan – when he was twelve, he had three friends. They lived in the cottage next door, the sons of Mr. and Mrs. Parker Pigge. They called themselves the ‘Three Little Pigs.’ They were triplets, but not identical triplets, because Tony was built like a brick you-know-what; Terry was always sporting wood; and Tom had hair the color of straw.

In warm weather the four of them would go down in the woods to a secret place only they knew about. They had a favorite card game they liked to play. It was based on the game ‘Go Fish!’ but there were differences.

Each player was dealt seven cards, and the rest of the cards were put in the ‘Draw’ pile. The first player to the right of the dealer would look at his cards and say ‘Give me all your sevens.’ If nobody had any sevens, then the first player had to take off an article of his clothing. Any player who gave up a card could draw another card from the ‘Draw’ pile.

When any player got four of any thing he would lay down the ‘book,’ all the other players would have to take off something.

As long as a player kept getting cards he could keep calling for different ones.

Eventually, some one would lose all of his clothes, and then the person who had the most cards could tell the others what they had to do. Since the players were only 12 years old, this usually involved everyone taking off all his clothes, and the four would pick a partner, and each couple would grind crotches together.

The four friends played this game often during the summer, and all four began to develop healthy ‘all over’ tans.

‘Little Red’ was pretty good at cards, and nine times out of ten, he managed to collect the most books and thus be in a position to call the shots, as it were.

At age 13, Red was beginning to develop hair around the base of his staff, and the other three were jealous. Then the four players discovered the fun of ‘mutual manipulation of male man-meat,’ and to be frank, they jerked each other off and loved every minute of it.

Somehow, more often than not, Red and Terry were partners in these orgies of Onanism. They seemed to know instinctively just how to time their strokes so that they reached their climaxes at the same time.

At age 14, Tony asked Red, “Your cock is so beautiful! Can I kiss it?” So the team found out that orally induced orgasms produced sensations that were exceedingly superior to any ejaculations previously ejected.

The players invented a new game that allowed them to get their clothes off more quickly, but still retained an element of suspense in that nobody knew who would be the first to appear in all of his glory. Naked bodies in the summer sun led to lots and lots of fun!

The triplets had just celebrated their fifteenth birthday and the four buddies were in the woods when Terry stood up and said, “Oooh! Oooh! My butt feels like it’s on fire. Each of you has got to use your nozzle and inject your silky liquid into my hole, which feels like it’s burning up. Quick, fuck me and fuck me HARD!”

Red was first in line, and as he got behind the quivering Terry, preparing to enter him, he licked Terry’s ear and just said “Mmmmm. Mmmmmm.” After Tony and Tom had serviced their all-too-submissive sibling, ‘Little Red’ returned for seconds!

Thus it was that Red, Tony, Tom and Terry engaged in anal explorations. Partners were changed often, and, well, let’s just say that a ‘f---in’ good time was had by all. 

Little did the four fuck-buddies (as they could now be described) know they had been followed into the woods by ‘Big Red,’ Little Red’s father? He stood at the top of a hill, and watched the four young studs grope, poke, suck and fuck each other. He couldn’t help himself, he dropped his pants and briefs around his ankles and stood there stroking his own engorged engine of ecstasy. Faster and faster his hand moved.

Faster and faster. He felt that wonderful feeling of the hair on his legs tingle, and his nuts contract. Faster and faster FASTER AND FASTER, FASTER. FASTER; and then…. Big Red shot six streams of molten man-milk into the undergrowth.  Fan-fucking-tastic!

After that Big Red went on the prowl, looking for partners to butt fuck. He looked far and he looked wide, but you know what? He found happiness in his own backyard—or rather in the next door neighbor’s back yard. Parker’s wife had also died, and he was alone. Alone, lonely, and horny as hell! One day Big Red was sunbathing in his back yard, thinking about the hot stories he had been reading on tickie.Yup! You guessed it. He sprang a boner.

Parker looked over the fence, liked…drooled….no, lusted for what he saw and with a sly grin, said, Hey, Red! You want some help with that?”

Red turned and saw this hunky guy standing there with his sausage rising to full mast, and said, “Sure, Parker! Come on over.”

Parker jumped the fence and stood over Big Red, panting heavily, and said, “Hey, Big Red, do you want my hands or my mouth, or some other part of my body to relieve your tensions?”

Big Red smiled a lazy smile, and said, “Why don’t you just sit down on it, and

We’ll just take it as it cums.”

Parker and Red made beautiful music together. Their bodies would keep up a steady rhythm as they humped and writhed, perfectly attuned to each other’s moods. Their moans and groans of pleasure provided melodic bass accompaniments, and their occasional high-pitched screams of ‘Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder!’ sounded like trumpets playing a fanfare of orgasmic crescendo.

This beautiful idyll came to an end one sad day when Parker and his three sons came over. With a long face, Parker said to Big Red, “Lover, I have some sad news. My company is moving me to a new position across the country. I’ve been made executive vice-president of Parker’s Sausages.”

Big Red was stunned, and Little Red’s face crumpled up as he hugged his three buddies good-bye. “I’m gonna miss you guys. We’ve had some great times…” Little Red couldn’t continue, and he and the ‘Three Little Pigges’ (not so little any more) sobbed and sobbed.

Little Red thought he would never have another day as terrible as that one—until the day when a policeman and a policewoman appeared at the door of his house.

“Can we have a word, Sir?” the policewoman asked.

Little Red knew something was wrong, but he ushered the two police officers into the family room, and invited them to sit down.

“We’re sorry. But we have some bad news,” the young policeman said.

“It’s your father. He had a heart attack and died at work,” the policewoman said. “It was instantaneous, and he would not have felt a thing.”

Red was stunned. He couldn’t say a word. He slumped down in a chair and sat, staring into space.

“Are you all right? Can we fix you something? A cup of tea? Is there anybody we can call?” the officers asked.

Pulling himself together, Red replied, thanking them and telling them he would be all right, and he didn’t need any tea, and there wasn’t anyone to call.

The two police officers finally left, and Red sat in the chair, thinking ‘Alone. All alone. There’s nobody! No…” And then the tears started! Bitter tears, accompanied by harsh, violent sobs that racked his body.  Finally his grief subsided. Red went upstairs to his bedroom, and lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

A year later and Red had come to terms with his loss. He missed his Dad, but he was getting through it.

He lay on a chaise-lounge in the back yard, sunbathing and thinking…, remembering. He was wearing red bikini-briefs that left nothing, absolutely nothing, to the imagination.

He remembered the good times he had had with Terry, Tony, and Tom. As his hand unconsciously moved across his pecs and rubbed his nips, he thought about how Tony had loved to suck, and tweak, and punch and twist his nips, which would become hard and upstanding.

His hand brushed across his six pack and down to his treasure trail. He remembered how Tom would kiss, and lick, and tickle, his muscular abdomen, pushing his tongue against Red’s navel as if he would like to penetrate it with his tongue.

As he lay there in the sun, Red felt his cock beginning to rise and push against the fabric of his briefs. Red remembered how Terry would lick and kiss his cock. Sometimes Terry would purse his lips and suck at Red’s slit, as if he were drinking though a straw, trying to pull Red’s precum into his waiting mouth, and then trying to coax that pearly white elixir of ecstasy into his own throat and gullet.

By now Red was fully aroused and he was moving his hands down to the waist band of his briefs, moving down to expose his hard, throbbing, leaking cock into the air.

As he did so, a sudden thought came to him. He had had wonderful ‘sexcapades’ with Tony and Tom, but when he was with Terry, they…they were…. They weren’t just having sex. They were making love, each one trying to give pleasure to the other. Terry was his love!

Red’s hands began to milk the machine of man-meat. He could feel the liquid rising through his body, he could feel his nuts contract, and then…. he shot five loads of ‘crème de la crème’ into the air, onto his face, into his mouth, and over his chest and abdomen.

“Wonderful! Wonderful!” Red heard a voice say, and opening his eyes, he saw a stranger standing in the yard next door, grinning at him. The man was tall, good looking, with black hair, and a hairy chest. He had big eyes, and a big mouth with sharp teeth that gleamed in the sunlight.

Red made as if to pull his briefs up.

“No, no, my friend. Do not worry. I must apologize for disturbing you.  I’m your new neighbor, Lou. Lou Garou.”

‘Oh, hell! Well he’s seen me. Might as well do the civil,’ thought Red to himself. “Uh, good afternoon, Sir. I’m Robert Edwin Dennis Richards, but I generally go by ‘Little Red.’”

“No, no, none of that Sir shit. We’re gonna be neighbors, and I hope friends. Just call me Lou, and I’ll call you Red, if I may.”

“Sure, Si---, uh, Lou.”

“Listen, Red, I wonder if you’d like to make some money…easy money…and have some fun as well?”

“Sure, Lou. What does this job involve?” Red was curious, but at the same time, he was feeling a little unsure of this new ‘friend.’

“Red, I’m the owner of a video company. We make videos for …. a certain very discerning clientele.”

“Oh? Yes?”

“My company is called ‘Hot Hunks.’  We feature handsome dudes doing whatever they feel like doing with each other… two by two, or threesomes, or even foursomes. Jerking off, sucking, rimming, fucking, eating out… you name it, we’ll film it.”

“Well…I don’t know, if I…,” said Red. He was half repelled and half attracted to the idea of fucking on film.

“Think about it, Red,” Lou said, laughing. “You’ve quite a basket of goodies there, as the wolf said in the story. I think our customers would be willing to pay big bucks to see that gorgeous engorged organ enveloped in somebody’s mouth or butt.”

“I’ll think about it,” said Red, but suddenly he realized he didn’t want any parts of Lou’s money making scheme. Lou’s referral to the wolf’s comment made Red realize that that’s what Lou was uneasy about. Lou was too much like a wolf, and …wasn’t ‘loup-garou’ the French term for were-wolf? ‘No,’ Red thought, “I don’t want any parts of that guy’s activities.’

“Come on, Red and I’ll tell you what. Maybe you and I could get together for some private coaching lessons. I’d just love to get my mouth around ….”

“Hi, there. Anybody home?” came a voice from the yard on the other side of Red’s house.

Red turned and saw...he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Terry. Terry had come back to him. Without another thought for Lou, Red jumped up and ran to the fence, but Terry forestalled him, and vaulted over the fence. Red grabbed Terry, and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, with tongues dueling to obtain entry into the other’s mouth. It was a gentle tender kiss—a kiss of love!

“Oh, Terry. I’ve missed you so much. What?  How? Why?” Red asked.

“I’ll explain everything in a minute,” Terry said, “But first just let me say that I’ve missed you too!” With that he kissed Red back, and this kiss was just that much more passionate. Finally the two broke apart, breathless, just gazing at each other.

“Uh…, excuse me, guys.” said Lou. “I see your friend is packing some major meat also. Maybe he’d like to sign up to make a DVD or two or three.”

Red turned and looked at Lou, and said, “My friend has traveled a long distance and he’s tired and hungry. If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to take him in the house and get him something to eat. We’ll talk in the morning. Good night, Lou.”

The two newly reunited friends? buddies? lovers? went into the house, and once more engaged in some serious hugging and kissing. There was caressing and some tongue play.

“Red, I don’t like the looks of your neighbor. I don’t think I’d trust him an inch,” said Terry.

“Don’t worry, Terry. I’d already decided I didn’t want any parts of his plans. Now, would you like some dinner?”

“No, my dear Red. I’d like to ‘F.F.,’ as the sailors returning to port used to call down to their wives who were waiting on the dock.”

“Huh?” asked Red.

“The wives used to call up to their husbands and boyfriends on the ship as it as docking, ‘Do you want to E.F., meaning ‘Eat First.’?”

“Oh. Ha hah hah! I get it,” said Red.

The two of them went up to Red’s bedroom, and celebrated their reunion in the most loving passionate way possible.  They finally fell asleep, but at four o’clock in the morning, Red was awakened by sirens, cursing, and the sight of flashing red and blue lights. He sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Terry was right behind him.

Red opened the curtains and threw up the sash. He saw Lou being led away in handcuffs to a waiting police van. One of the policemen looked up and saw Red and Terry at the window. He started towards Red’s house.

“I’ll be right down,” Red called. He and Terry quickly donned pairs of briefs and sandals, and hurriedly washed some of the signs of their activities from their bodies. They went downstairs and Red opened the door. He saw the same young policeman who had brought the news of his father’s deaths all those months ago.

“Good evening, Mr. Richards,” said the young policeman.

“Come in, officer. This is my friend, Terry Pigge, who used to live next door. Come in and sit down. What is going on?”

“That’s why I came over. It appears that your neighbor, a Mr. Lou Garou, has been involved in the ‘kiddie porn’ business. He’s been arrested on charged of child sexual abuse.”

“I knew there was something fishy about him,” said Red.

“Not only that, but when we raided his studio in town we found three young boys penned in cages. He had forced them to take part in his DVDs.”

“Oh my Gawd!” said Terry “What’s going to happen to those poor kids?”

“They’ll be all right. Two special agents, an Ed C. Lane and a Darryl Branch, have taken them into their care. Those two fine men have had a lot of experience in rescuing kids who have been at risk.”

“What’ll happen to Garou?” Red asked.

“Hmmph!” said the policeman. “He’ll stand trial, but I don’t think he’ll make it to trial. When the prisoners, such as murderers and bank robbers, learn what he’s charged with, they’ll find ways to make his life rather miserable.”

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer … piece of crud,” said Red. “Thanks for coming to tell us what was happening.”

When the policeman had gone, Red and Terry looked at each other. “It’s almost five o’clock in the morning. Want to go back to bed?” Red asked.

“Sure, babe, but I have some other news to tell you. When my dad heard that your father had…had died, he talked to Tom, Tony, and me, and asked us if we would like to have a new brother. We all said yes, and so, Dad will be here later this morning to take you back with us, and while you’re settling your affairs, we’re going to visit our Grandmother.”

“That’ll be nice, but will your Dad mind if we are boyfriends? Partners?”

“He won’t mind at all. I’ve already told him how I feel about you, and I was pretty sure you felt the same way about me,” Terry said with a smile.

“Okay. That’s good, and that’s…. Oh! Hah! Hah hah! Hah hah hah!” Red began to laugh.

“What is it, love?”

“I was just thinking. ‘Little Red, ‘basket of goodies,’ wolf with big eyes and big teeth,” and ‘going to grandma’s house.’ I’ll bet somebody could write quite a story with those elements. Maybe a children’s story?”

“Hah! Maybe so, Red,  but I’ll tell you what. I think we’re going to live happily ever after!  Now kiss me!”

But it was Terry’s Dad, Mr. Parker Pigge, who had the very last word, when he said,

“Th-th-that’s all, f-f-folks!”

Feedback always welcome. willb@tickiestories.us (on behalf of Bruce and Chad).

The reader’s comments:  I wouldn’t call this chapter very chocolate.  I think butterscotch would be a better term.

To be continued...

Author’s comments: for those who don’t know what the sin of  Onanism is: Onan had an older brother who died and he was supposed to marry his brother's widow. he didn’t want to, so he  'spilled his seed on the ground.,.' and God punished him. That's probably how some of the old wives' tales about the terrible results of jacking off got started. Now if my readers will excuse me, I have to go shave the palms of my hands.

Posted: 11/13/09