Rusty McRae
by Casper D

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Last week young Ryan McRae sat down with a new friend of his, twenty-year-old Andre Johnson, for beers to talk "business".

Andre had been a gang-banging Crip, but was trying to leave that life behind. He'd figured out who and what he was, and decided that he had better get out of the gangster life before others in his group figured out just what he was, if you get what I mean.

That said, Andre was smart guy and someone Ryan know well and can trust, for the two had met at the Dixon Springs bootcamp for juvenile offenders ... and the two had shared some personal "secrets". So now, close to a year later, suburban Ryan was propositioning this spawn of the projects with the idea of him [Andre] having his way with him ... the idea of being taking advantage of by a down-and-dirty inner-city gangster really turned Ryan McRae on.

Ryan had just recently turned eighteen. He's a handsome, rusty-haired slender troublemaker who had just graduated high school. He was raised in a typical affluent suburban upbringing for a well-heeled town like Rancho Palos Verdes--expected to achieve the standards that his parents and family set. What's more, his family is predominantly Roman Catholic and he was raised with the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church. There were all of these expectations of him.

He wasn't sure how he'd fucked it all up.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was gay. He wasn't sure if that really factored into his dastardly ways though. He was a "well-to-do", rusty-haired blue-eyed kid who stole anything from boxes of ice cream sandwiches to car stereos. He was caught doing things like this so many times that he ended up at Dixon Springs where he met Andre Johnson.

Which brings us to the present.

After six or seven beers and discussing the " businesses" of Andre and Rusty hooking up, the night ended on a positive note with a handshake and a verbal MOU of mutual interest.

The next day Andre picked Ryan "Rusty" McRae up and the two were driving to a motel near Irvine. During the drive the eighteen-year-old told the former gangsta how he'd fantasized about being "taken" by a gang-banger for years ... and that he hoped Andre wouldn't hold back when he "did his thing". Andre himself merely nodded and drove.

So on the conversation went. And it was an affable one until the Ryan's big mouth took things a bit too far.

"The thought of getting taken advantage of by you gets me so hot, you know? I mean, you look like a real guy, and you're kind of a badboy asshole jerk--"

"What?" Andrea asked, suddenly interested in what the rusty haired youth had to say.

"You're kind of an asshole. All your guy friends think you're awesome and the girls think you are a prick. But you're an asshole. Not the BAD kind of asshole. You're the kind of asshole who gets all the girls. When guys say 'Why do girls fall for assholes?' Well they're talking about you; you are that asshole. Why does an asshole like you get all the girls? It's because you come off as a bad boy and all the girls love a badass. You are kind of a jerk, not a big jerk, but just enough so girls think they can change you-"

Andre's eyes widened to the point Ryan could see tiny caramel flecks in the dark brown depths.

"Damn," Ryan's big blue eyes grew wide. And he cursed himself because he knew he'd said the wrong thing--had gone too far. Stupid, considering they'd grown closer on the ride over here. He'd seen the gangster visibly thawing, relaxing. Now he was angry as fuck.

Ryan was about to make an attempt at damage control when Andre Johnson quite suddenly slammed on the breaks. The Camero lurched to a halt, pointing backward from the way it had been going, and the inertia jerked both rusty-haired Ryan and the gang-banging driver forward and then back. But Andre had been prepared for the sudden stop ... Ryan hadn't. The eighteen-year-old was slammed up against the dashboard and knocked unconscious.

"So you're lookin' for excitement an' danger an' shit, eh?" Andre said, stroking the unconscious young man's rusty hair. "Well you're about to get it. In ... spades. But first, I want to check something out ... "

He took a moment to examine the big red bruise on his knocked out young passenger's forehead ... made sure the youth hadn't been killed when his rust-colored head hit the dashboard. Satisfied that Ryan was all right, he reached down and untied the laces of boy's sneakers, pulled them off and began almost tenderly massaging the unconscious eighteen-year-old's white-socked feet. The former gangster's hands eventually began roaming from Ryan's feet, slowly massaging up the youth's legs to his crotch. He stroked the lad's package through his slacks before returning to Ryan "Rusty" McRae's warm and slightly damp-with-sweat socked feet. The unconscious young man's stocking toes were taken into Andre's hungry mouth and gently massaged with his tongue.

What happened next ... well, a jury would see a videotape of what happened following the car "accident".

In the videotape, Andre Johnson is seen carrying the limp and lifeless-looking form of Ryan McRae into the motel room he'd rented. The former gang-banger could not have known that the motel was outfitted with many hidden video and surveillance cameras (which would later result in a totally separate court case)

According to authorities, the videotape shows Andre "holding the semi-conscious Ryan up" and force-feeding him shots of alcohol and beer to the boy until he becomes unconscious again. The suspects proceeded to write with a marker on the boy's face, chest, arms and lower body, and painted the eighteen-year-old's face, mouth and genitals with squeezable chocolate syrup, one officer said.

Once the youth regained consciousness again upon the motel bed's mattress, the gangsta slowly removed the eighteen-year-old's fragrant white socks and began to assail his bare feet. Andre tickled Ryan's arches for a very long time. The rusty-haired youth was crying and shrieking with laughter as I felt the feather move higher.

"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOOOOOP!!!!! PLEASE STOOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"

Andre paused. "Okay, do you REALLY want me to stop, homie? Or do you want me to do to you what you've been dreaming of? Just say the word and this all ends."

Ryan "Rusty" McRae, fully conscious now, paused for a moment. Then his eyes twinkled with both lust and mischievousness. "Do what you gotta, buddy!"

So the former gang-banger continued, even bringing a feather into play. And his torment of the balls of Ryan's feet was vindictive and cruel as he slowly tickle tortured the creases between. The circular trails he made around the balls of the boy's feet made the rusty-haired lad scream with shrill laughter. Rusty was completely at his mercy, and he knew the gangsta would show him none.

When Ryan felt the feather's tip invade under and between his toes he went crazy and howled with near-animalistic laughter! Andre Johnson pitilessly exploited each tickling stroke. Rusty-haired Ryan felt the gangsta's tongue and lips tickle-kissing the sole of his left foot, while the diabolical feather continued to assail the area beneath the toes of the boy's right foot. He moaned in bliss upon that motel bed as he felt Andre's warm mouth tickle torture his soles and toes and the damn feather continuously stroked the sole of his right foot.

Rusty McRae just cackled as the former gangsta hungrily licked under his toes. And when he swapped feet--so the feather now tickled over the saliva-wet skin of Ryan's left foot and his nimble mouth tickled the boy's poor right foot.

Rusty let out a pleased gasp as Andre kissed his way over the top of his left foot, then licked it from ankle to toes, leaving a warm trail of sticky wetness on his skin. He massaged the muscle along the top, and Rusty's perfect toes curled.

Andre then tossed aside the feather, lifted Ryan's foot and licked the bottom, making the boy squirm and yelp, his toes curling again. His foot was a little sweaty, but not rank--a masculine fragrance clung to it. It was arousing instead of disgusting. Andre nibbled at his heel, teasing it with his tongue so as to tickle him a little, then moved up to his toes. When Andre began to flick his tongue rapidly between the spaces of the boy's toes, Ryan "Rusty" McRae went absolutely with ecstatic pleasure!

The former gang-banger did this until the handsome rusty-haired lad was finally blessed with passing out. Once unconscious, Andre seemed suddenly more turned on by the sight of the laid out, unmoving body of his friend. Andre smiled sweetly at the passed-out eighteen-year-old and bent back down to nip at Rusty's toes again, pushing the tip of his tongue in between to tease the sensitive skin there

He licked and sucked at Rusty's toes, teasing them, nipping at the clear toenails, listening to the boy whimper and yelp despite the fact that he was still out cold. Rusty's feet were that sensitive! The more Andre played with them and kissed and sucked at them, the wilder the passed-out boy's body gyrated and bucked upon the motel bed. Andre ran his fingers lightly over the arches, tickling him and then licking and sucking some more, kneading his toes with insistent fingers. Soon the boy seemed to fall deeper into unconsciousness. So much so that his limp body even stopped reacting to the tickling. Rusty looked almost dead at this point--his cheeks were flushed and his big blue eyes were rolled back in his head. The little squeals and squeaks of pleasure coming from him were the only indicators that he still lived.

The video tape from the motel room would later have the jury on the edge of their seats when they saw what next became of young Ryan "Rusty" McRae ...

It showed that the unconscious boy was dragged off the bed by Andre Johnson and left in a lying position, flat on his stomach with his face flat down in a pillow. The video then shows Andre using a timed camera to pose and take still photographs with the unconscious eighteen-year-old.

Andre then returned to the young man's feet began kissing the soles of Rusty's size 10 feet and especially sucking on his toes. He then began hungrily licking the unconscious boy's sweaty bare feet and stroked them so his toes wiggled in his mouth. He moaned out loud about how Rusty's feet had the most awesome smell, and he slid his nose along both of the passed-out youth's soles and continued licking and sucking.

He sucked Ryan's toes for all they were worth until he finally bucked and moaned with such intensity that he knew he was going to ejaculate soon. So Andre Johnson sat back and then shot his load all over Ryan "Rusty" McRae's feet. Then he began licking his own cum off the unconscious boy's soles and toes!

As he sucked the rusty-haired lad's toes clean, Andre noticed that he himself was getting a hard-on all over again!

"Do It, A-Dre! Do it now!" Ryan moaned, regaining consciousness just long enough to beg for a good fucking. "Do it! Do--"

And just like that, Ryan was out cold again.

But by now, Andre had gotten the message. So he left Ryan's feet and pulled out his engorged dick again. Holding his breath, he pushed his rock-hard rod down as far as I could and then leaned forward until he could line up his ready dickhead with the exposed pink of Rusty's insides. The swollen head of the former gang-banger's dick was soon surrounded by warmth. Andre then dropped across Rusty's back and started fucking his ass like mad. Eventually he began to cum again as Ryan "Rusty" McRae's warmth encompassed him.

He didn't stop cumming until he was sprawled exhausted across the unconscious lad's back.