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Misha, the Russian Muscle Kid
Testing Misha's Limits
|Misha pushed himself off of me and stood up. He reached his hand out, and I took it. Effortlessly, he pulled me up to my feet. He was still grinning widely. “How about a shower?” he said as he bent over, grabbed my leg and hoisted me over his back in a fireman’s carry. “Do I have a choice?” I laughed. “No, I do not think so” he laughed back. We were both still in ecstasy. For at least a little while, everything else in the world had disappeared. It was just the two of us; we were new to each other and we loved getting to know the other.
Misha gently put me down after carrying me the few steps into the bathroom. I reached into the shower and turned the water on while he went on and on about how pumped he was feeling and how much fun he was having with me. The water warmed up, so I grabbed him roughly by the arm. “OK, you little muscle punk, get in the shower!” I was trying to sound as mean as I could, but he knew I was kidding by the smile on my face. “Oh, please do not hurt me you big American studman.” He was talking in a high voice and trying to act as if he was afraid of me.
I followed him into the shower, grabbed the soap and pushed him up against the wall of the shower. His face was to the wall, and I grabbed his hands and pulled them over his head. I held them with one hand while I pushed my groin into butt. With my free hand, I began soaping him up all over. I got my face next to his head so that my mouth was right next his ear. I kept lathering him up and started talking to him so that he could feel my breath against his neck and ear.
“I like it when you take control of me, and I know you like it too. But I wonder if you’d like it if I took control of you?” As I was talking I was pushing really hard on him and my dick was starting to get hard again. I reached around him and pulled him away from the wall of the shower slightly. I started soaping up his stomach and cock. At the same time, I let go of his hands and slipped my arm down behind his neck so that I had him in a half nelson. I kept pushing his head against the wall of the shower with my head. His dick was already rock hard. “So you do like it, don’t you?”
“Yes” he said softly.
“What? I can’t hear you.” I pushed even harder against him.
“YES I LIKE IT” he said loudly. I could tell by the tone in his voice he wasn’t going to resist me.
“Good! Let’s get those legs spread apart.” I carefully but forcefully kicked his legs apart. I had only one advantage over Misha, and that was height. I reached my arm further down moving my hand past his raging hard cock, and past his balls so that I was now soaping up his butt. I pulled him against me as tight as I could and then I lifted him up so that his body was smashed between the wall and me. He was heavy and it took almost all I could do to slide him up the wall.
“Yeah, that’s the way I like my little muscleman, nice and vulnerable!” He could feel my cock sliding between his powerful butt cheeks and he wasn’t flexing at all to stop me. I was a little surprised at that.
“Wh wh what are you going to do to me, Aaron?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; there was real concern in his voice. First of all, I had no intention of really trying the fuck him. We didn’t know each anywhere near well enough for that, and even if we did, _I_ wasn't ready for it. Second, he was twice my strength, if he wanted to stop me, there wouldn’t have been a thing I could do about it. In fact, if he wanted to turn the tables on me, I’m sure he could have. I had to dig a little deeper into this.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I hoisted him up just a little further and pushed my face a bit harder against his.
“I I I don’t know.” Now I really couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I could still feel his cock against my arm, and he was still totally hard, but there was a quivering in his voice. He wasn’t crying, but I think he was on the verge. I guess I forgot that he was still a lot younger than me. He was still about six weeks away from his fifteenth birthday, and maybe I’d forgotten what it was like to be that age. I definitely didn't what it was like to have a guy three years older taking control of me. At Misha's age, I'd only had sex with my right hand - if you know what i mean. I slowly started to put him down. I didn’t want to seem freaked out because there was an aspect of what we were doing that I knew he really liked, but I also couldn’t tease him anymore.
“You know what I’m going to do to you?” He was still slightly off the ground.
“What?” he replied as I set him down, but kept him against the wall.
“Do you KNOW what I’m going to do to YOU?”
“No, what are you going to do?” I released him and turned him around. I got my face as close to his as I could without our noses actually touching.
“I’m… going to… finish soaping up your chest and then I’m going to wash your hair – why? what did you think I was going to do!” My expression changed from menacing to smiling and my speech went from dominating to playful.
“Oh my god Aaron! You scared me; I didn’t know what you were going to do," he paused for a bit and then a smile crept across his face, "but I sort of liked it.” There was relief in his voice and he was leaning against the wall of the shower like he didn’t have the energy to stand on his own. I don’t think he could even feel me moving the soap over his chest and abs.
“Lift up your arms” I said as I was washing him.
“W why?” he asked, looking a little fearful again.
“So I can wash your stinkin’ armpits.” I hadn’t been looking at him, but I turned so that our eyes met as I said this. I could see that he needed something from me. I leaned into him and kissed him as hard as I could. “Don’t worry Misha. We’ve got all the time in the world to explore each other’s fantasies. I promise you right now that’ll never do anything to hurt you – you promise me too, OK?” He nodded. “Cool. Now make yourself useful.” I was grinning broadly as I handed him the soap. He smiled and took it. He started to turn me toward the wall. “Hey, I think we had enough of that for one night. Just a light buff job, OK?”
“Buff job?” Of course he didn’t get the last part.
“Just soap me up and then let’s rinse off and go to bed. We’ve had enough for one night.” He did as I asked. I silently lifted my arms up and put my hands against the wall of the shower over my head. Misha worked away at cleaning me up, and I let him. We’d learned a lot about each other tonight and it was good for us to be together silently – each with our own thoughts. I laughed to myself a little as the events of the evening played through my head. We were definitely going to learn a lot from each other, probably more than I could imagine.
He finished, put the soap away and then gently turned me toward him. He squeezed me in big Misha bear hug that almost knocked the wind out me. The kid was so strong, he amazed me constantly. As he hugged me, he buried his lips between my neck and jaw. I don’t know how he knew, but that was always my favorite place to be kissed. It felt so good. I was surprised to feel just a little light stubble on his face. I hadn’t realized he shaved. After a few seconds, he moved his head just enough to speak. “I am so lucky I found you Aaron.” He’d turned his head so that he was leaning against my nose. The same nose that he’d almost broken a few days ago. It still hurt.
“Ahh, ahh, ouch Misha! My nose!” He stepped back a little. I smiled at him, “I’m lucky to have found you too – but ummm, you still have to careful about my nose – it hasn’t quite healed.” He turned bright red with embarrassment. “Don’t worry stud, I'm OK, let’s get dried off and go to bed.”
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