Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 12:36:50 +1100
From: mrb <mrb@mrbstories.com>
Subject: daniel meets kostik

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida, USA
Part 1

Preface: I wrote this story [with Kostik's permission] about two years ago.
Up until recently [March 2000] Kostik had a very popular home page, which
has mysteriously disappeared. This story was a feature of his home page,
but, since his HP no longer exists, I thought I'd upload the story to Nifty
for the benefit of those people who haven't yet read it. mrb@mrbstories.com

It was one of the hottest pics I'd ever seen on a home page. There was no
cock or balls, just this dude looking down at the camera, with his arm
raised to show his almost-hairless armpit and his bare chest. He had a
beautiful face -- big round eyes, a cute nose, perfect skin and a kinda
half-smile like he knew you were dying to suck his juicy nipple. His black
hair was a little messed up, and sorta schoolboyish in the way it flopped
over his forehead, and was spiky at the crown. He was so damned awesome!

I kept looking at the soft, smooth skin in his armpit, and could imagine
its boy scent wafting into my nostrils, and its moist warmth on my tongue.
Fuck! I desperately wanted to get my face in there! Another pic showed him
laying on his back on the beach. He was wearing a string bikini and I could
see this huge bulge between his legs. Whoa, that dick looked so fucking
edible! Anyway, I made it my business to get to know this Russian dude.

___________
hiya kostik

i visited ur home page today - man u are one sexy mother! i loved that pic
of ur chest and armpit plus all those other pics of u in speedos! ur HOT!
my name is daniel - i live in florida US - im attachin a nudie of me with
this email cos id love a pic of your dick hehehe 8=========> i know heaps
of dudes prolly ask for ur pics but i really hope u send me one - i cant
afford the money for ur nudie pay site :(

l8r
daniel
___________

I helped mom carve the pot roast for dinner. Mmmm! It smelt totally
delicious, and I was starving outa my mind!

"Do you know any Russian people, mom?"

"No, I don't." She heaped potatoes and beans on my plate. "Gravy?"

"Gallons! What was it like during the Cold War?"

"Scary. Everybody thought it might lead to World War III -- but it didn't.
Besides, we're all friends now, thank God. Why do you ask?"

"'Cause I met this Russian dude on the Net. He's way cool."

"Well, you know I don't comprehend much about the Internet, except that it
helps people to understand each other better. It's a wonderful thing. We're
living in a marvellous time, Daniel."

After dinner, I helped mom do the dishes, then went back to my room, naked
except for my baggy shorts, and checked for email. I hadn't expected Kostik
to answer so quickly, so it was totally wild to see his .jpg file being
downloaded.  My stomach was churning with excitement, and my dick was
already getting hard! I couldn't wait to see his pic, so I checked it out
before I read his letter.

The first thing that struck me about Kostik's pic was his skin. It was so
fucking soft and smooth, like satin. His uncut dick was kinda half-hard,
and flopped sideways across his stomach. It made me wonder what his
foreskin would taste like, since I didn't have one -- I was cut. He was
laying on his back, sunning himself on some private rooftop, with his arms
folded behind his head so that I could see his sexy armpits and delicious,
fleshy, brown nipples. His thick cock was in the foreground, nestled
amongst his black pubes. A glass of orange juice was by his side.

As I rubbed the bulge in my shorts, my eyes wandered up and down his
beautiful body with all that tanned, hairless skin just begging to be
touched and kissed.  The smile on his face rocked big time. It was like he
wanted me to tip the orange juice all over his body and spend a week
licking it off. Fuck, this dude was HOT!

__________
Hi Daniel

Thanks for you pic! You is having big dick for guy so young! :) I hope you
not upset but I am very exciting when I am watching your pic. :) You have
big muscles too! ... much exercise and sport? I like sport very much.  I am
attach my pic to this letter. Hope you like it! :) I am wish that I can do
some modelling for some extra money but no luck yet. :(

Regards
Kostik
___________

"Hello, Thomson Productions," came the voice over the phone.

"Hi, George, it's Daniel."

"Daniel! What a surprise!"

"Can you do me a big fav, George? I want you to check out a dude's page on
the Net. He's way cool, and he wants to do some part-time modelling."

"Sure, Daniel ... oh, by the way, those TV ads you did for Burger Palace
worked their butt off! I had a call from them today saying they want me to
produce another spot. You interested?"

"Yeah! Awesome! Thanks!" I asked George if he had a pen and paper ready for
Kostik's addy, then gave it to him. "You can find your way around from
there. And please phone me back when you've had a look. OK?"

Mom walked into the kitchen as I hung up the phone. "You seem excited!"

"Yeah, I just called George. He wants me to do another Burger Palace ad! He
said the last one rocked! And he's gonna check out Kostik's site."

"Kostik?"

"The Russian dude."

"Oh! Well, that's all very exciting, Daniel. My son's a TV star!" she
laughed.

I went back to my room, got out of my shorts and looked at Kostik's pic on
the comp screen. My boner was leaking pre-cum like a sieve already. I
imagined rubbing my seven inches of hard teen meat across his beautiful,
smooth chest, and in his armpit, then hoped that he would open his mouth so
that I could slide my throbber between his moist lips, and let his tongue
set my cock head on fire.

I stood up and started jacking off while I thought about laying on top of
his warm, muscular bod. My cock would be rubbing up against his, and
getting him hard, while I sucked his fleshy nipples, and tasted his sweaty
armpits.

Shit! I freaked when I heard the knock on my door. "Daniel? It's George on
the phone."

"K, thanks, mom." I put on my shorts, and tried to tuck my boner out of
sight, but it wasn't easy with seven inches of bursting beef trying to
escape. I hoped mom wouldn't notice the wet patch on my crotch as I ran to
the phone.

"George?"

"Hi, Daniel. Listen up, I've checked Kostik's site, and I think this guy's
got something pretty special. His face is totally different to any I've
ever seen before... it has a certain charisma. I loved his big, blue
eyes. Anyway, I've been in touch with a friend of mine who runs a
publishing company. He told me to invite Kostik to Florida for a screen
test and a photo shoot, all expenses paid, plus $2000. If the publisher
likes the stuff, Kostik will earn $20,000. I've sent an email to Kostik,
and I'm waiting for his reply now."

"Wow! That totally rules! That is soooo excellent!"

"Oh, and I'd like you to come on the shoot. I've got Sandy as my camera
assistant, but I'll need somebody to run messages and help out. It'll be in
Miami. Interested?"

"Way cool! Hang on! You'd better ask mom. And PLEASE make her say yes!"

The next couple of minutes were the most frustrating of my life. Mom was on
the phone saying 'yes', and 'oh', and 'OK', and stuff like that but I still
couldn't work out whether she was gonna let me go on the photo shoot!
Finally, she hung up, and smiled at me. "Looks like you might be going to
Miami, young man."

"Might be?"

"It depends on Kostik and whether he says yes when he writes to George."

"Oh! Kostik! Say yes! Say yes! Say yes! PLEASE say yes!"

I knew it would be at least the next day before George heard back from
Kostik, so I went back to my room, threw my shorts on the bed, and got my
Russian friend's pics up on the comp again.

After finding the one where he was laying on the beach in the string
bikini, I stood up so that my boner was pointed straight at his image. Then
I imagined licking his muscular legs all the way up to the sensitive
insides of his thighs, pressing my face against his bulge, and feeling his
hard meat with my lips and tongue.

I didn't want to cum too soon, so I used the palm of my flat hand to gently
stroke the underside of my cock. Then I imagined using my teeth to slowly
peel his bikini down past his pubes until his Russian monster bounced out
and pointed to the sky. In my mind, I could smell his boy scent as I licked
his beautiful balls, then ran my tongue all the way up the hard muscle
under his shaft until my lips enveloped his moist, pink head and filled my
mouth with the taste of his pre-cum.

I couldn't dream any longer 'cause I was about to shoot my load. I grabbed
my throbber with my fist just in time. My knees buckled, my nads tightened
and my back arched. A bucket of hot cum exploded from my cock head and
splattered all over the keyboard and screen. It felt so fucking awesome!
The best wank I'd had for weeks!

After I'd said goodnight to mom, I laid naked on my bed thinking about
meeting Kostik. Damn, I hoped he would say yes to George's offer! But what
if he wasn't gay? I reflected upon what he'd written on his home page about
being undecided.  Maybe he wasn't gay! Maybe I'd never get the chance to
blow him! Maybe that nudie of him was for girls to look at! I fell asleep,
wondering.

It was a week later when George, Sandy and I arrived at Miami International
Airport, but Kostik's flight wasn't due for another three hours. George had
already booked a hire car, so we loaded all our gear into the blue Chevy
and drove to the hotel. Sandy insisted on driving. She was about eighteen
and a really hot looking chick, with an awesome pair of tits pushing
against her undersized white t-shirt that ended just above her navel. She
wasn't wearing anything underneath so I could see her cotton-wrapped
nipples as plain as day. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail, and her
long, tanned legs went all the way from the black leather mini skirt to the
white Reeboks.

Sandy had told me on the plane that she had seen pics of Kostik. She
thought he was a major hunk, and could hardly wait to meet him. That really
pissed me 'cause I'd have no fucking chance with the dude. The moment he
laid eyes on her, I'd be fucking invisible. I wished I'd never fucking come
on this trip.

We each had our own room in the hotel. I thought I'd take a shower before
the drive back to the airport to meet Kostik 'cause I wanted to look my
best. I was about to step out of the shower when the glass door slid
open. It was Sandy. She was holding a towel.

"Your door was unlocked. I hope you don't mind. Step out here and let me
towel you off."

She started to dry my hair, then my face, shoulders, back and chest. She
was telling me how well muscled I was, and that my body felt totally
excellent. I started to get a boner. By the time I felt her hand through
the towel on my cock and balls, I was as hard as steel. She squatted on her
heels while she dried my legs and ass, and was looking straight at my seven
inches of bouncing teen meat.

"I've got a confession to make," she said softly. "You know that nudie you
sent to Kostik? I told him that I had your permission for him to send it to
me."

"I didn't give him permission!"

"I know. I lied." She lifted her brown eyes and dropped the wet towel on
the floor. "But I was curious. That's why I wanted to towel you. I wanted
to see your awesome boyhood up close."

"What for?"

"'Cause when I first saw your pic, I couldn't stop thinking about sucking
it.  It looked so delicious. Do you mind? George is making a million phone
calls, so we have the time."

Whoa! I didn't say a thing. I just stood there not knowing how to react or
what words to use. She put one hand on my balls and lightly rubbed my inner
thighs with the other. Her fingers felt fucking wild! I watched her lick my
pre-cum before my solid beef disappeared slowly into her beautiful face,
all the way up to my small patch of blonde pubes. She started to move her
head backward and forward.

My instinct immediately took over. I slid my fingers through her soft,
fragrant hair, and held her just behind her ears. As her head moved toward
me, I thrust my pelvis forward, then back again as her tight lips got to
the end of my shaft. I could feel her tongue running along the underside of
my boner and then wrapping itself around my cock head as I pumped her
face. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every muscle taut with electric
excitement.

When I felt my throbber harden even more, and my rush of cum about to
explode, I groaned -- mostly because of pleasure, but partly to warn
her. She kept sucking as my volleys of thick boy juice jetted into her
mouth and down her throat. My knees bent as I rammed my cock head against
the roof of her mouth and held her face to my crotch. It was so damn
awesome to hear her swallowing like crazy.

It seemed like half the population of Kostik's home town must have been on
that Russian jet. I searched the sea of strange faces at Miami Airport
arrivals hoping to recognize my friend's big, blue eyes.

"Kot! Kot! Over here!" I shouted as I spotted that beautiful face in the
crowd. Wow! He looked even more awesome than his pics. Suddenly, I realized
I was jumping up and down and waving my hands around like some schoolgirl
Hanson fan. Damn! I'd made a fucking fool of myself even before I'd met the
dude. Well, maybe not. Kot saw me and waved his arms. His smile was a yard
wide, and his white teeth flashed as he walked toward us. The closer he
got, the more nervous I became. Fuck, he was the bomb!

"Hi, I am Kostik," he announced as he shook George's hand. You are being
George?"

"Welcome to Miami, Kostik. This is Sandy, my camera assistant, and this is
Daniel."

Kostik gave Sandy a kiss on the cheek, then shook my hand with a firm,
powerful grip. I was mesmerized by his beautiful eyes and smile until I
realized that only the bottom two buttons on his short-sleeve shirt were
done up. I could see the groove between his tanned pecs, and part of his
six pack. Stopping my dick from getting hard was almost impossible.

"It is normal for American boys to shake hands for half an hour?" he
laughed.

Damn! I'd made a fucking fool of myself again! I was so impressed with
meeting my hero that I was in another world. The other guys cracked as I
made a feeble attempt at smiling. Kot must've noticed that my face was
redder than a beet, so put his arm around my shoulder and roughed up my
blonde hair. "You are cool dude, Daniel. Don't be embarrassed. OK?" I felt
like hugging the crap out of him, but there was no way I was gonna make a
fool of myself a third time.

George and Kot sat in the back of the Chevy on the way to the hotel. Sandy
drove while George pointed to various landmarks around the city. My Russian
friend was fascinated by all he saw -- tall buildings, cars of all
different makes, shapes and styles, a complex arrangement of busy freeways,
shops and people everywhere.  I was fascinated too because I'd never been
to Miami, but what interested me most was Kot. I kept glancing over my
shoulder at him as he took in the sights of the city.

It was so damn wild when he leaned forward to check out whatever George was
pointing to, and his shirt would fall open so that I could get a quick peek
at his groovy chest. Sometimes I got to see one of his juicy brown
nipples. Every now and then, though, he would suddenly turn his head and
catch me staring at him. I'd immediately look away, and pretend to be
interested in something out the back window or whatever, but I was pretty
sure that he knew I could hardly take my eyes off him. If he did know, he
didn't seem to mind 'cause his smile was friendly and understanding.

The hotel valet drove off with the Chevy as we walked into the hotel lobby.
George explained to Kot that his luggage would be taken to his room by
hotel staff. I watched Kot sign the register, then we all took the elevator
to the tenth floor. Since George and Sandy had some kinda business to talk
about, I volunteered to help Kot unpack. He thought that his room totally
rocked.

"This is so wonderful, Daniel! It is like big palace!" He rolled his shirt
off his brown shoulders and dropped it on the double bed. "And look! I am
seeing whole city though window!"

The bell-boy dumped Kot's bags on the floor. He was about twenty and pretty
good looking. I handed him a five dollar bill. "Thank you, sir." He took
his time leaving, and paused at the door for one more look at Kot before he
vanished into the hall.

"Why did you giving him for five dollars?"

"It's called a tip, Kot. George gave it to me earlier. Anyway, I think that
dude was more interested in your tip."

"My tip?"

"Your dick."

"Oh!" he laughed, "you think he is wanting to blew mine?"

"Didn't you notice the way he was looking at you?"

"Yes, Daniel, I am noticing. He is looking at me like you did in the car."

My face turned instant crimson as I lowered my eyes. Fuck! Third time lucky
in the Fool Department so far today!

Kot stood in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He was a few
inches taller I was. "Daniel, look at me."

I raised my eyes to his even though I was still blushing big time and my
face felt red hot. He had a gentle, peaceful expression.

"You don't have to be embarrassed when you are liking me, Daniel. I am
being big compliment by you. I am feel good at your attention. Have you
understanding of this?"

I nodded.

"Then be giving me a big hug like best friend."

His hands dropped from my shoulders down to my waist before he wrapped his
arms around me. I hesitated for a moment because I was scared shitless, but
I soon put my arms around him and leaned my face against his bare
chest. Within seconds, I'd melted. The heat from his naked skin against my
cheek rocked totally.

I was in heaven.


DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida, USA
Part 2

I was just about to help Kot unpack when George asked us to meet with him
and Sandy in fifteen minutes at the hotel restaurant. He'd booked a table
for dinner. Meantime, Kot took the opportunity to shower while I put his
things away.

Kot had some really rad shirts like I'd never seen before, with bold
designs and colors. I unfolded them and hung them in the closet. His
underwear was all neatly arranged in a stack. I put them in the top draw of
the dresser, along with his socks, then hung his pants and shorts. At the
bottom of his suitcase was a string bikini, the same one he wore in the
pics on his home page. I put it to my face. It hadn't been washed. His
awesome scent filled my nostrils and excited my senses. I thought how
totally awesome it would be to smell his pubes and crotch for real.

In a corner of the case was a plastic bag, which contained a bottle of
shampoo, deodorant, safety razor and after-shave lotion. Woohoo! I had an
excuse to go into the bathroom!

"Kot?"

He stopped singing something in Russian. "Yes?"

"I have your shampoo and stuff," I shouted over the noise of the shower,
then waited for him to slide open the glass door, but it didn't move.

"OK, just be leaving them on the bench."

Shit! It had to be now or never. I couldn't waste this opportunity. I slid
open the shower door and handed him the shampoo. "You'll be needing this,
Kot."

"Oh, thanks, Daniel."

He was facing the wall so I could only see his cute, firm buns through the
steam. Damn! I was dying to see his uncut dick! The warm water cascaded
down his golden skin, making it shiny and so fucking beautiful. He had no
tan line 'cause of his sun bathing, and was golden brown from head to
toe. I watched him lather his black hair, then rinse off the foam.

"Have you shaved yet, Kot?"

"No time. We have to meet George for dinner."

I remembered what Sandy had done earlier. "No problem, Kot. I'll towel you
while you shave."

"Good idea."

He turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. For a fleeting few
seconds I saw his thick, soft cock. Just the tip of his pink head was
showing through the capuccino-colored foreskin. I promised myself that I
would get a chance sooner or later to peel it back and see his whole knob.

Although I was pissed at having to stand behind him while he lathered his
face in front of the mirror, I dried his hair, then shoulders and back. I
reached around and dried his chest and stomach as he shaved. Meantime, my
throbber was pressed hard against my shorts, and I could feel the coolness
of my pre-cum on my hot cock head. I ran the towel over his narrow hips and
around his funky globes before he lifted one leg so that I could towel his
ass crack. Jeez, that made me so fucking horny! I could feel his hole with
my fingers through the towel. Then I reached between his legs and dried his
nuts and cock.

"You are making me hard, Daniel."

"Sorry, dude. Just doing my job." I could feel his meat getting thicker and
longer as I rubbed it with the towel. Fuck! This was so damned wicked!

After he'd finished shaving, he turned to face me. His rod was rock solid
and pointed straight out. The foreskin had now peeled all the way back to
reveal his moist, pink head and piss hole. "Now, see what you have done!"
he laughed. "Quick now! Be drying my legs. I have to get dressed."

I knelt down and ran the towel up and down his long, muscular legs but I
couldn't take my eyes off his magnificent, thick beef and perfect
hangers. He raised one foot so that I could dry between his toes. Then the
other. I was loving this, and he fucking knew it! He was my idol. Big time!

We were just a few minutes late when we arrived at the restaurant, and
apologized to George as we were seated by the waiter, dressed in his crisp
black and whites. Kostik studied the menu. "This food is foreign to me. I
am not knowing what I am choosing."

"Lemme choose for you, Kot. You and I will have the same." I ordered two
medium/rare fillet steaks, grilled, with mushroom and green pepper sauce,
fresh vegetables in season, and potato balls with cheese. George ordered
tuna steak and salad. Sandy chose a light meal of smoked salmon garnished
with asparagus and onion rings. For pre-dinner drinks, Kot and I decided on
Coke, the others went for mineral water. A bottle of Australian Wolf Blass
Chardonnay was to come later.

While we waited for the food, George explained tomorrow's schedule. The
photo shoot for the swimwear would be in a rented studio in the morning. We
would then drive to Miami beach for lunch, followed by the second
shoot. After tonight's dinner, we'd return to George's room to check out
the swimwear, and let Kot try it on for size.

I didn't say much while we were eating. George and Sandy spent most of the
time asking Kot questions about his life in Russia and stuff. It was
interesting but I could tell that he didn't wanna talk about how his
country had changed since the collapse of the Soviet Union. He preferred to
talk about his holiday in Cyprus and his ambition to be a computer
scientist.

During the conversation I was becoming increasingly jealous of Sandy. She
was giving him the eye, and he was smiling at her like he wanted to fuck
her stupid.  At one stage, he reached under the table supposedly to
retrieve his napkin, but I figured he was touching her knee. Her girlish
giggle was getting to be totally annoying.

"What's up, Daniel?" George asked. "You don't look too happy."

I swallowed a piece of steak and washed it down with a sip of Coke. "I
guess I'm just pooped after all the excitement. I'll be OK in the morning."

Back in George's room, Kot undressed in readiness to try on a bunch of
swimwear.  I'd never seen the brand before -- it had a small pic of a
flying eagle on the side. I read the slogan printed on the box, "Free as a
bird in Eagles".

The Russian Adonis looked so fucking awesome as he stood there smiling,
waiting for Sandy to hand him the first pair of togs. His dick was
semi-hard, but he wasn't the least bit self-conscious about his
nakedness. He had a kinda self- confident air about him that made him
special.

I sat on the plush, carpeted floor watching Kot trying on the different
togs.  Sandy was helping him in and out of each pair. She would hold them
while he put his feet through the holes, then pull them up his smooth,
muscular legs. And every time she did that, his dick and balls would hang
over the edge while she reached around behind him and adjusted the swimmers
over his buns. Then, she'd tuck his furniture into the Eagles. Jeez!

After he'd done a few poses, she'd kneel in front of him and slowly drag
the Eagles down his legs, making sure that she got a good look at his
family jewels up close. I was surprised that he didn't get fully
hard. Maybe he wasn't straight. Or maybe he was just being
professional. Anyway, I was so fucking jealous of Sandy. How come she was
doing my job? She was supposed to be the camera assistant. I decided to
stand up for myself.

"Shouldn't that be my job?"

"Daniel's right, Sandy," George agreed. "You'll be busy with lights and
reflectors tomorrow."

Sandy pretended to be cool about my taking over, but for a split second I
saw a flash of female spite in her eyes. "Tough shit," I thought.

George then gave me a make-up kit, and explained how I would need to give
Kostik a full body treatment just before tomorrow's shoot, plus touch-ups
in between shots to remove 'shine' from his skin. I understood, and
couldn't wait to dust that moist, tan powder all over his awesome body.

For the next half hour or so, I spent my time helping Kot in and out of his
Eagles while I got plenty of chances to eye his delicious equipment. Damn!
I wanted so fucking bad to eat that bouncing dick, which dangled just
inches from my face, and taste his hot, sticky milk.

There were only a half dozen other people in the hotel restaurant as we
gulped down an early breakfast of cereal, eggs, toast and orange
juice. Within twenty minutes, we were in the blue Chevy driving to the
rented studio. It was a massive room with scaffolding across the high roof,
supporting all kinds of big lights. We were allocated a small section in
one corner. At the back was a huge picture of a beach scene, with the words
'Eagles - Free as a Bird' printed at regular intervals.

Sandy set up the floor lights and taped blue cellophane over the
lenses. George unfolded the tripod and screwed the Nikon camera on top. I
opened the box of Eagles and started getting hard again at the thought of
Kot's dick dangling in front of my face. My Russian friend had already
undressed and was standing near a marked spot on the floor. Under the glare
of all the lights, he was beginning to sweat. I noticed that he'd been
wearing the string bikini that I saw in his suitcase at the hotel. It
reminded me of his wild scent.

"Over here, Kostik," George beckoned with his finger. "You need full body
make- up."

While Sandy kept fiddling with the lights, and George rummaged around in a
box of camera lenses and filters, I patted Kot's body with the tissues to
dry his sweat, then powdered his smooth, brown skin. He closed his eyes as
I patted his excellent face. It gave me an opportunity to study his fine
bone structure and sensuous lips. When I arrived at his chest and
shoulders, his muscle tone felt firm and erotic.

"Are you enjoying your job, Daniel?" he laughed. "Don't be worrying about
my dick. It will be hidden behind the Eagles."

"George said a FULL body treatment, so that's what you're getting, dude." I
took a moment to allow my eyes to drink in his beautiful smile. How I
wished he could come and live here in Florida.

"OK, Daniel, you are the boss ... dude."

Powdering this Russian god's cock and balls was just so fucking wild! I
purposely made them bounce, hoping he would get hard, but he didn't -- only
semi-hard so that half of his pink head poked through his foreskin. I
wondered how much cum he had stored in his perfectly round hangers, and
imagined it spurting out of his piss hole. I was sure he was teasing the
hell outa me, and loving every second of my frustration.

For the next two hours, I helped Kot in and out of his Eagles, and powdered
the shine on his skin between shots. It was strange 'cause there was so
much pressure from George about getting the shots perfect that it became a
real job.  I started to forget about the sexy side of what I was doing and
concentrated on being efficient. It was important for Kot to get the Eagles
modelling contract.

The drive to Miami beach took us from the city across the bridge over
Biscayne Bay -- a narrow waterway which separated Miami Beach from the
mainland -- to an island of sub-tropical splendor. George explained that
there was no industry on the island... no railroads, no airport. It was a
dedicated, luxury tourist resort for 365 days a year. Its main claim to
fame, apart from the hundreds of skyscrapers and holiday apartment
buildings, was its eight miles of white sandy beach, dotted with green
tropical palms and lots of colorful marinas.

Captain Reynolds welcomed us aboard his Bertram 35. It was a sport-fishing
boat, but on this occasion it was our floating restaurant. George was an
old friend of the red-bearded Captain's, and had organised this special
surprise for us.

The bow of the Bertram rose steeply as its stern dipped. The twin GMC
diesels roared and spat their loud, throaty exhaust into the deep, foamy
hollow just forward of our huge, blue-green and white wake. A four-man
inflatable dinghy, attached by a rope to the Bertram, bobbed around like a
cork behind us. The salt air smelt fresh and clean.

"Where are we headed?" I shouted to George.

"Secluded spot the Cap'n knows about. Great for a photo shoot. We'll anchor
there and have lunch. Why don't you and Kot climb up to the fly
bridge. Great view from up there. The Cap'n will drive from below."

Kot took off all his clothes except for his string bikini, so I followed
suit down to my boxer shorts. Then we climbed the narrow, stainless-steel
ladder to the open cockpit where I offered my Russian friend the driver's
chair, since he was our guest. I sat in the seat alongside him.

The view was awesome. About fifteen feet directly below we could see the
polished timber fore and aft decks of the Bertram, as well as way out to
sea. Being up so high, we rocked and rolled with the six foot swell. Every
now and then, the boat would collide with an oncoming wave and send a wall
of white spray over the bow. It was way, way cool.

"I recognize that bikini you're wearing, Kot."

"Oh? You mean this one I am wearing in my home page pics?"

"Yeah."

"You like?"

"Dammit, Kot, stop teasing me! You KNOW I like! Jeez!"

"I am teasing of you?" he laughed. "You are teasing of me! That pic you
sent to me of your big dick. I don't believe you! You are too young!"

Damn! I couldn't believe my luck! This was an opportunity to give him an
eyeful of my throbber in private. If he was gay, he would get excited and
blow me for sure. "So you don't believe me, Kot?" I stood up and dropped my
shorts. My semi hung at five inches. Suddenly, the boat lurched and sent me
flying into my friend. I regained my balance but kept my cock just a few
inches from his face.  He narrowed his eyes to check out my lunch.

"Hmmm, you have a big one! Interesting because I am not before seeing cut
dick. But, it's not as big as your pic, Daniel."

"It's not hard yet."

"Then be getting it hard and showing me."

"I can't do it myself. I have to hang on to the rails or I'll fall
over. You do it."

"K, but only for experiment. Not for sex."

He stroked my meat with his fist. Whoa! It was the most awesome sight to
see my idol feeling my boy beef. His touch was so damn exciting, I was hard
in just a few seconds.

"Wow!!! It's true, Daniel!"

"It gets bigger. Keep stroking me," I lied. I wanted to keep feeling his
magic touch for as long as possible.

"Bigger? OK, then. But, remember, only for experiment."

He stroked my seven inch throbber for about another minute. That's all it
took.  My whole body stiffened from the thrill of his fist. I felt the rush
of cum about to exit my tightening balls, but it was too late for me to
turn away. A fucking bucket of my boy juice exploded out of my swollen head
and splattered all over his face and chest. He was so surprised that he
just let it happen. For that amazing ten seconds, I watched my sticky cum
slowly drip down my hero's perfectly tanned skin. Woohoo! It was just too
fucking incredible for words.

"Kot! Jeez! I'm so sorry, dude! I ... it ... I just ..."

"Don't worry, Daniel. You are horny boy," he laughed. "It is cool. Give me
your shorts."

He wiped my cum off his body with my shorts, then roughed up my blonde hair
with his hand. "It's OK, Daniel. Experiments not always working like it
should." His beautiful smile forgave me, but I still didn't know if he was
gay or straight. Damn!

After about twenty minutes of powering through the rolling blue sea, we
altered course and headed for a small sandy beach fringed with palms. There
wasn't a building or person in sight. I noticed the water changing color to
a light green as it became shallower. It was crystal clear. The twin
deisels suddenly died, and plunged us into an eerie silence except for the
lapping of small waves against the hull. Then the silence was broken for a
moment by the metallic rumbling of the anchor chain.

Kot pointed to starboard. "Look!"

I followed the direction of his finger and saw a pod of porpoises. It was
obvious that we both had the same idea as we scrambled down the ladder and
dived overboard. Underwater, I could see Kot swimming just a short distance
in front of me. As we got closer to the porpoises, they became curious and
darted all around us. There must've been fifty of them, at least. Jeez,
they were quick! One leisurely flick of their tail, and they'd glide
effortlessly through the water like blue-grey torpedos, then suddenly
change direction. Some of them were pretty friendly and got really close to
us. Their faces were just so damn cute! I watched Kot reach out to touch
one of them, but it sped off. Another one headed toward me at full speed. I
shit myself! But when it got to within a few feet, it flicked its tail,
broke the surface of the water, disappeared over the top of me, and
splashed down a few yards further on. Totally rad!

Ten minutes later, we returned to the anchored Bertram and climbed
aboard. Kot and I were so eager to tell our stories about swimming with the
porpoises, we both talked over the top of each other, trying to impress
George and the Cap'n with tales of our amazing experience. I wasn't sure
they understood a word of our frenzied babble, but I figured they got the
general idea. It rocked big time!

During our swim, the Cap'n had arranged lunch on a table just inside the
cabin.  Kot's eyes bulged. Lobster, crab, chicken, ham, oysters, roast beef
and some weird red stuff.

"What's the red stuff?"

"Ask Kot."

"It's caviar -- sturgeon's roe -- fish eggs from Russia."

"What's it taste like?"

"A woman's vagina," Kot cracked, and collapsed on the deck holding his
stomach as he laughed.

Just then, Sandy arrived. She'd been sunbathing on the fore deck, wearing
only her bikini bottom. Her tits were awesome. Big, round and firm, with
large brown nipples. She'd undone her pony tail, allowing her long blonde
hair to drape over her tanned shoulders. Kot stopped laughing and looked up
at Sandy. I could tell by the expression in his wide eyes that he had sex
on his mind.


DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida, USA
Part 3

After lunch on the Bertram, we loaded our gear into the inflatable dinghy.
George let me start the outboard motor and steer the craft to shore. It was
way cool fun! The Cap'n stayed on board the cruiser.

The next three hours were spent shooting more pics of Kot wearing
swimwear. In a lotta the shots, George had him running outa the water and
up the sandy beach toward the camera. As he sprinted across the sand, his
tanned muscles would bulge and stretch, and his wet, shiny skin looked so
fucking sexy. And when the Eagles were drenched by the sea water, I could
see the outline of his thick cock through the fine material. Then, when he
turned around, the Eagles would cling to his ass crack like a second
skin. Somehow, that looked even sexier than when he was naked. Jeez!

My job was to apply water-proof make-up to parts of his face, shoulders,
chest and legs while he changed out of one pair of Eagles and into the
next. Sandy took care of the big, circular, hand-held reflector for
close-up shots. It looked kinda like a cane hoop covered with thin, silver,
metallic cloth, and reflected sunlight to parts of his body that were in
shade.

It was about 4pm when George declared it was a 'wrap'. The guys were pretty
tired and decided to have a short swim followed by a sunbake on the sand. I
was still feeling pretty energetic so I figured I'd check out the beach. I
wandered up to the fringe of palm trees and then beyond into dense,
dark-green vegetation. There were narrow trails -- probably made by animals
-- that I followed as I pushed branch after branch outa my way.

I'd arrived at a point where I thought that, if I ventured any further
inland, I'd get lost, so I started to backtrack. As I neared the familiar
sound of the waves on the beach, I heard voices. I was pretty sure that one
of them was Kostik's.

I crept through the heavy, green undergrowth and crouched behind a bush
from where I figured the voices were coming. I used my hands to slowly part
two branches, just enough for me to see into a small, grassy
clearing. Sandy and Kot were naked. He was fondling her big, round tits
while she had her hand on his hard cock. They were no more than a few feet
away from me.

"I've been waiting for this moment ever since I saw your home page pics,
Kostik."

"You are having very beautiful breasts, Sandy. I am wanting sex with you."

Sandy squatted in front of him and sucked his boner for a minute or so,
while I imagined what her tongue must have been doing to his tender, uncut
knob. Then she laid on her back on the grass and raised her legs. Her wet
oyster was pointed right at me. Kot knelt down between her knees and
prepared to fuck her.  I was right behind him as I watched his hand guide
his throbber into her cunt.  Then he leaned forward so that his ass cheeks
spread apart and revealed his brown and pink hole. I'd never seen it
before, but I wanted to taste it bad. It looked delicious.

I couldn't help feeling as jealous as all fucking hell as I crouched in my
hiding place and watched Kot's balls thumping Sandy's ass, but I couldn't
move for fear of being discovered. They were both making loud groaning
noises as my Russian friend's meat pumped hard and fast. It was incredible
to watch his ass rising and falling as his rock-hard dick slid in and out
of her. He was so damn aggressive, her body would jolt every time he thrust
forward. Eventually, he let out an almighty roar as his tight nads emptied
their juicy prize into Sandy. I chose that moment to get the fucking hell
out of there.

I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care, as my legs staggered
through the dense jungle. In my fury, I grabbed branches and broke them,
then smashed them against other branches. My teeth were clenched. I was
snorting in anger like some enraged bull. Finally, I broke down and sobbed
my fucking heart out.

I didn't know how much time had elapsed before I heard voices calling my
name.  They were getting closer. I didn't want them to see me like this --
red-eyed from crying -- so I got to my feet and barged my way through the
thick undergrowth until I staggered through a bunch of head-high palms and
slammed into something brown.

"Daniel! I am being so glad to see you!" Kot held me tight, and used one
hand to press my face against his warm, naked chest. "I thought you might
be eating by the alligator!"

My beautiful friend then held me at arm's length and planted his sweet lips
all over my face. He must have kissed me twenty times. "Daniel, your eyes
are being red. You are crying. Don't worry. Everything is being OK
now. Kostik is here for you."

It was well after midnight as I laid naked on my bed in the hotel room
thinking about the day's events. I couldn't sleep. Even though I was
jealous of Sandy, I was feeling a lot better because Kot was worried about
me when I was lost. It felt so awesome to be held tightly in his strong
arms and to be safe once again.  I put my hand to my face and pretended
that it was his smooth, muscular chest.

Sandy and George were also genuinely worried about me. For the rest of the
day, I'd been feeling guilty about acting like a fucking dork when I ran
away. I was going to have to accept the fact that Kot liked chicks. But,
maybe he would like to have sex with me, too. Maybe.

I couldn't stand thinking any more about Kot in his Eagles on the beach,
and being naked between changes, or about the time I'd towelled him in the
bathroom.

I crept across the hall to 1010. Woohoo! His door was unlocked! I entered
his room and closed the door silently behind me.

As my eyes adjusted to the soft, dim light coming through the window, I
could see Kot sprawled naked on his back on top of his bed. One leg was
dangling over the side, and his arms were stretched above his head. Apart
from his soft breathing, the only sound was the pounding of my heart in my
ears. I knew I'd be in fucking deep shit if I was busted.

I got down on all fours and crawled over to his bed. His foot was too
irresistible to ignore. As gently as I could, I kissed it, then lightly ran
my lips over his toes. The bumpy touch sent chills up and down my spine. My
cock was rock hard.

I moved closer toward his head, sat on my heels, then leaned forward and,
without touching his skin, put my face in his armpit. His small bunch of
soft hairs tickled my nose as my nostrils drank in his funky scent. It was
warm and so damn sexy. Meanwhile, my fist was stroking my boner.

I moved a little further forward until my face was directly above his. His
mouth was slightly open and I could smell his hot, sweet breath as he
slept. I wondered if I'd be able put my lips to his without waking
him. Just as I felt our lips touch ever so delicately, he snorted and
rolled his head to one side. I managed to pull back a split second before
he brought his hand down and rubbed his face. He licked his lips a couple
of times, swallowed, then went still again. His hand flopped on his chest.

I paused for a moment until my heart stopped thumping like a giant fist
inside my chest, then I put my mouth over his brown nipple. My tongue felt
his button of hard flesh as I kept stroking my meat.

Suddenly, Kot's chest started to heave as his breathing became more
rapid. His eyelids were fluttering. I looked down at his cock. It was rock
solid and laying flat on his stomach. I hurried around to the base of the
bed and put my head between his legs. The scent from his crotch smelt
totally rad, and electrified every nerve in my body. I licked his balls and
then sent my tongue along the hard muscle that ran the length of the
underside of his six inch boner. I sensed that he was having an erotic
dream.

I carefully took his rigid meat in my fingers, lifted it to my face, then
put my mouth over its swollen pink head, and waited for his explosion of
cum. In a few moments, I felt the warm, tasty jets of his juice firing into
my mouth. His milk was salty and thick. I swallowed it as fast as it
erupted. Damn, he tasted so fucking fine!

"Daniel?"

"Shit!"

I ran out of his room and back to my own where I hid in the
bathroom. Seconds later, he was knocking on my bathroom door.

"Daniel? Open the door!"

"I'm sorry, Kot. I didn't mean to... I just..."

"Open the door!"

After a few moments, I let him in. He was smiling. His big, blue-green eyes
looked gentle and friendly. "Daniel, you are being a wild boy! I know what
you did and it's OK. Come with me back to my room." He took my hand and led
me to his apartment, where he opened two bottles of Coke. We sat side by
side on the edge of his bed.

"So, what am I tasting like?"

"Awesome, Kot. Your cum rules."

"I was being in a dream when I am waked up and seeing you."

"Who was in it?"

"I'm not sure. A person with blonde hair."

"Sandy's got blonde hair -- and so have I. Who was it?"

"I don't remember, but I am remembering the lips on my dick."

"Was it me in the dream?"

"Maybe," he laughed.

"Kot?"

"Yes."

"Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?"

He turned off the bedlamp as we laid naked on top of his bed. "K, but no
more sucking! Promise?"

"Promise."

"Kot?"

"What now?"

"Can I hug you before I go to sleep?"

"One small hug."

I rolled on top of him and put the side of my face against his warm, meaty
chest. Jeez! I wanted to stay exactly like that forever.

"Daniel. I am feeling your boner on my stomach. Maybe you must be jacking
off now so we are sleeping properly until morning!"

I reached over to the bedlamp and turned it back on. "Can I look at you
while I jack off?"

"If it means I am sleeping soon, yes," he sighed. "What are you want me to
doing?"

"I'll lay on the floor and you stand over me."

I laid on my back on the floor while he planted his feet either side of my
chest, and put his hands on his hips. "Like this?"

"Yeah, only flex your muscles and stuff."

After a minute or so, he started to enjoy teasing me. He put one foot on
the bed so I could look up at his asshole as well as his hangers and
dick. Fuck, he was sooo damn hot! Woohoo! Then he started feeling his own
buns and nads knowing that I would give anything to get my hands on them --
and my tongue. It didn't take long before my nuts tightened and I blew a
huge load all over my stomach and chest. Some of my boy juice sprayed on
his lower legs and stuck to his fine black hairs. I raised myself on one
elbow and licked it off.

Five minutes later, I was almost asleep when Kot tapped me on the
shoulder. "Daniel? Are you being awake?"

"Yeppers."

"I am thinking about today when I am finding you in the swamp."

I had a feeling that I was gonna be in deep shit. I threw my arm over his
chest, and my leg over his waist, then buried my head in his soft, warm
armpit. I hung on tight so he couldn't get rid of me.

"Ah, I see! I am being correct of my thoughts." He ran his fingers through
my blonde hair for a moment. His other hand soothed my back. "You have
heard of Russian intelligence?"

"You mean the KGB?"

"No, I mean Kostik," he laughed. "You saw Sandy and me together in the
bushes, no?"

There was a long silence before I said yes. He continued to play with my
hair and rub my back while I held him as tight as I could.

"I know you love me, Daniel, but you are only young."

"But nobody will ever know if we have sex."

"Two people will be knowing, Daniel -- you and me."

It was almost 6:30am when I woke to find Kot snoring alongside me. I shook
his shoulders. "Kot! Wake up! We're late for today's photo shoot! No time
to waste! We'd better shower together."

I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower tap. My friend joined me a
few seconds later. "But I need to be pissing first!"

"Piss in the shower. Quick! Get in!"

He was still half asleep as he stumbled into the stall, then put his face
under the hot spray and ran his fingers through his wet hair while I
watched the water cascading down his smooth, tanned skin. It tumbled over
his black pubes and off the head of his cock like a little waterfall. I
knelt down and let the river of steamy water from his dick wash over my
face.

"Stand up, Daniel. I am pissing soon."

"Doesn't bother me."

"You are crazy American," he insisted. "I have to piss now!"

I watched the water running off his thick, brown semi slowly turn
yellow. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and tasted his pee until he'd
finished his long morning piss. Whoa! It rocked big time! Then I soaped him
up.

It was so damn awesome to feel every part of his shiny body with my
slippery, lathered hands. His muscles were firm and meaty. His buns were
tight and perfectly rounded. His smooth chest and muscular shoulders were
too fucking wild for words. He was smiling at me the whole time, though,
because he knew that I thought his body was way fucking cool.

After that, I soaped his neck and cheeks and shaved his face. He didn't
have much of a beard -- just a bit on his chin, top lip, and a little below
his cheek bones, next to his ears. But, as I ran the safety razor over his
skin, I couldn't help thinking how beautiful his face was. He was like a
god to me.

George and Sandy had only just arrived at the hotel restaurant as we came
through the door. Over breakfast, George explained today's shoot.

"It will be at the rented studio. We're due there in an hour from
now. You're all aware that these shots are for a nude calendar. It should
sell well to both gays and females. The only prop will be a ladder..."

"And Kot's dick," I cracked.

Kot whacked me over the head with his napkin. "Don't be cheeky!"

Just before we were about to leave the restaurant for the studio, George
and Kot went to the toilet. I watched Sandy drink the last drop of her
orange juice before replacing her glass on the table, and giving me a
distinctly unfriendly stare.

"You like Kot a lot, don't you, Daniel."

"He's OK."

"C'mon, Daniel. I've seen the way you look at him."

"And I've seen the way YOU fucking look at him!"

"Ooer! Daniel's getting bitchy! Listen, kid, you'd better realize something
right now. Kot's straight. I know that for certain. So, just chill. OK?"

"Sandy, you sucked my cock the other day in the shower. How many cocks do
you suck a day? Do you keep count? Just because you're an easy fuck doesn't
mean Kot is straight."

"You fucking little prick! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"Hey! Hey! What's this?" demanded George who'd arrived back at the table.

"Nothing, George," I said, quietly.

"Well, I hope not! This is a professional shoot we're on. No time for
personal shit. We've got a job to do. OK? Now, let's go."


DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida, USA
Part 4

Sandy drove the blue Chevy to the rented studio where we would shoot the
pics for the nude calendar featuring Kostik. George was sitting in the back
with me.  As we sped along the road, Kot's head didn't stop swivelling the
whole damn trip. He was trying to absorb what was, for him, a whole new
world.

"Miami is so different to Russia! Back home, we are having buildings
hundreds of years aged. Here, everything is being new! And so much of
sunshine!"

It was a surprise to see the corner of the studio that we would be
using. It was totally bare except for two wooden ladders about ten feet
tall, and a big, blue backdrop. The ladders were those triangular-shaped
ones that supported themselves. One was for Kostik, the other was for
George. George checked all his Nikon camera gear while Sandy set the
overhead and floor lights. My job was to give Kot full body make-up
again. Woohoo!

As I powdered his horny, tanned body, I thought about all those tens of
thousands of visitors to his home page -- the ones who left messages on his
guestbook about how beautiful he was. They would have given their right nad
to be where I was now.

Kot lifted his arms so I could apply make-up to his soft, creamy-colored
armpits. Then I dusted his shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. I still
couldn't believe any guy could have such smooth, silky skin. He turned
around and lifted one leg so that I could powder between his firm, round
ass cheeks. I looked at his cute pink hole and made a promise to myself
that I would get my tongue in there before he went back to Russia.

When I knelt to powder his slim, muscular legs and crotch, he raised one
foot and touched the tip of my nose with his big toe. "You are being
fucking big time make-up dude, Daniel."

I collapsed on my back on the floor laughing my tits off. His
Russian-English really cracked me up. It was just so fucking cute! Damn, I
loved this dude!  He laughed with me, but I could tell that he didn't quite
understand what was so funny.

Kot stood by the side of the ladder while George explained the poses he
wanted, and the various angles he would be shooting from. "And, Kostik, I
want your eyes to follow the camera all the time. You must always
communicate with the lens.  Understand?" Kot nodded and smiled.

The months from January through December were represented by a series of
shots showing Kot climbing the ladder, step by step. George took shots from
the floor looking up, and from the second ladder looking across and
down. January and February were tease shots, and showed part of Kot's cock
and pubes. By the time Kot was half way up the ladder, and had posed for
the July and August shots, I could see his dick, balls and asshole between
his tanned legs.

October was totally fucking awesome. He put his back to the ladder and the
heels of his feet on two rungs, one immediately above the other. He arched
his spine and thrust his thick semi into the air. George shot the pics from
close to the floor with a 135mm lens so that Kot's feet were in the
foreground, and his dick kinda hung in a curve toward the lens like he was
gonna piss on it. Kot's wicked grin topped it off. I figured those shots
would have made even straight dudes cream their jeans.

November and December were pics of Kot on the top two rungs of the ladder
showing his cute ass and cock, and looking down over his shoulder at the
floor- level camera. Then George climbed the second ladder and got some
great shots of Kot's smiling face.

The final shot was of Kot sitting on the very top of the ladder with his
heels resting on a rung a few feet below. He was leaning forward with his
elbows on his knees, and his chin cupped in his hands. His cock and balls
were dangling in mid air. I could see the tip of his moist, pink knob
poking through his foreskin. The expression on his beautifully chiselled
face was like 'climb the ladder and eat me'.

The whole shoot took about three hours because of rest breaks, lighting
adjustments, extra make-up and stuff. Then George took the rolls of film to
the lab in another part of the building to be developed and scanned so he
could send them, together with the Eagles shots, to the publishing office
for approval.  While George was away, Kot took a shower to wash off the
make-up. I walked up to Sandy.

"I'm sorry for what I said at breakfast this morning, Sandy."

She folded the last of the light stands, put it in a big aluminum box and
smiled at me. "I'm sorry too, Daniel."

"Mr B told me once that it's way uncool to be jealous because it destroys
hearts and minds."

"Who's Mr B?"

"Some dude I know on the net. Bit of an old fart but he's cool," I laughed.

"Well, he's right. Jealousy is fucked. You wanna help me put this stuff in
the car?"

"Sure."

On the way to the Chevy I told Sandy what had happened in the swamp
yesterday, and that I'd seen her and Kot fucking.

"So that's why you ran away and got lost? Damn! You had us all scared
shitless!"

"Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry. It was way dumb."

"Have you had sex with Kot?"

"Nah, he reckons I'm too young. Besides, I dunno if he's gay or bi or
whatever.  I know he likes me, though."

"How do you know?"

"Because I sucked his dick when he was asleep and he woke up and busted
me. But he was cool. It was so fucking awesome. I wish I could suck it
again. His cum tasted excellent."

"Maybe I can help you."

"Really? Woohoo! How?"

"Dunno yet," she said as she roughed up my blonde hair and planted a kiss
on my cheek. "Lemme work on it."

When we got back to the studio, Kot had already showered and dressed. He
helped us carry more stuff to the car. Kot was way cool like that. I mean,
he was a fucking super-star in our eyes but he acted normally. He didn't
have a big head or anything. He wasn't shy, but he wasn't on some ego trip
either.

"K, guys," George bellowed has he bounded through the studio door, "it's
play time. I just phoned Captain Reynolds. His boat is free this afternoon,
so we'll drive to Miami Beach and take a ride." He turned to my Russian
friend. "Kot, have you ever parasailed?"

"You are meaning parachute behind boat?"

"That's it."

"I am being sure I can do it." Kot rubbed his hands excitedly, and showed
his sparkling white teeth behind his beaming smile. Damn, he was so cool
looking.  Being around this killer dude was giving me a permanent boner.

We grabbed some burgers, fries and Cokes for lunch and ate them in the car
on the drive to the beach. Kot was intrigued by the way we didn't even have
to leave the Chevy to order our food. We used the 'drive-thru' at
McDonalds.

On board the Bertram, I wondered how long Captain Reynolds had been growing
his bushy red beard. "Since I was about your age," he laughed. Then he
explained how the parasailing worked. There was a small platform at the
rear of the boat, a harness and a winch. A parachute was folded nearby.

The twin GMC diesels burbled into life and spat their exhaust below the
stern, just above the water line. It was such a wild, throaty sound, kind
of sexy even.  Then the stern gently dipped and we headed a little way out
to sea. The swell was only a foot or two high, and there wasn't a cloud in
the bright, blue sky.  The conditions were perfect. The salt air smelt
funky.

The Cap'n throttled back and let the diesels idle while the boat drifted
with the current, and the waves slapped noisily against the hull. George
and I had already stripped down to our Eagles. Kot was in his string bikini
which drove me fucking crazy 'cause it was so damned hot looking. Sandy was
bare-boobed, and in mini-shorts.

The Cap'n and I helped Kot into the harness as he stood on the
platform. "K, Kot. I'll drive the boat forward. George and Daniel will hold
up the edges of the parachute. The 'chute will begin to fill with air and
lift, and you'll be flying!"

While the Cap'n returned to the cockpit, Kot was grinning like a Cheshire
cat.  "I am being so excited, my stomach is being filled with butterflies!"

The diesels roared, the stern dipped. George and I held the edges of the
bright red and white 'chute as it began to inflate with the forward
movement of the boat. Within seconds, Kot's bare feet lifted from the
platform and he rose gracefully into the air. A moment later, the rope that
secured the 'chute to the winch had reached its full length. Kot was flying
about fifty feet above the water, and thirty feet behind us.

The Cap'n gave the Bertram full throttle -- about 30 knots. He steered a
zig-zag course so that Kot was being flung from side to side every time the
boat changed direction. I couldn't hear anything above the noise of the
engines, but I could clearly see that my Russian hero was laughing like
crazy as he waved to us. He was having a way cool time.

After about 10 minutes, George winched Kot back down to the platform. Once
our Russian friend's feet had hit the deck, the Cap'n throttled back, which
allowed the 'chute to slowly deflated.

It was my turn next. I was so fucking excited about flying that I couldn't
stop getting a throbber. Kot saw the huge tent in my Eagles and
laughed. For a fleeting second, I saw something in his eyes -- like he
might have been thinking about blowing me.

There was no way that I could have described the feeling of flying five
storeys above the Bertram with the wind in my face. It was so way fucking
cool! I would look down and see the boat suddenly veer to port or
starboard, and lean heavily into its new direction. A second later, I'd be
flung sideways in a wide arc at increased speed, like a water skier does
when the boat turns sharply, except I was in the air like a bird.

The sight of the boat below was awesome -- exactly what a seagull would
see. It was only from up there that you could watch the sea spray over the
plunging bow of the Bertram, and it's white wake aft at the same time. It
was a big boat, but it looked so damn small compared to the endless miles
of blue ocean.

It was about 6pm when we got back to our hotel in Miami city. We decided to
go to our rooms and shower before dinner at 7:30. I waited for about five
minutes and went to Kot's room. His door was slightly ajar. I called his
name but there was no answer. I searched his apartment but he was nowhere
to be seen. Damn! I was gonna tell him my shower wouldn't work so that I
could shower with him. I returned to my apartment, undressed and went into
the bathroom.

"Daniel?" I recognized Sandy's voice. "Can we come in?"

"We?" I said to myself. I turned around to see Kot and Sandy standing at
the open bathroom door.

"Our showers aren't working, Daniel. We thought you wouldn't mind if we
used yours."

I cracked up big time. So did they 'cause they must have realized that I
knew they were lying. I told them I'd gone to Kot's room with the very same
idea.

The three of us in the shower at once was a pretty tight squeeze,
especially with Sandy's huge tits. We soaped each other up for a while when
Sandy asked me to close my eyes.

"What for?"

"One of us is gonna blow you and we don't want you to know who it is."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Don't argue. Just close your eyes. And if you open them, the deal's
off. OK?"

I closed my eyes and felt the guys changing positions around me, but I
couldn't tell who was doing what. A pair of hands ran up and down my
thighs, then something warm and wet slid along the shaft of my boner. "Is
it Kot?" There was no answer. If Sandy had answered, I would have known it
was Kot sucking me. But they were too smart to fall for that lamo trick.

I felt the awesome sensation of tight lips gliding up and down my hard
meat, and a tongue working the underside of my cock and knob as I fucked
the mystery face.  A third hand started massaging my balls. One of the
hands must have been Kot's.  That thought alone rocked big time. My whole
body was on fire. Then I felt a finger in my asshole. Damn! If it wasn't
Kot sucking me, then it must have been his hand on my balls and his finger
in my ass! Jeez!

A few minutes later, my nuts tightened and my ass muscles squeezed
whoever's finger. My cock head exploded with a truckload of boy juice. I
couldn't help screaming my lungs out as I felt my throbber ram the roof of
whoever's mouth as each jet of my cum erupted in an erotic fury. I heard
lots of swallowing and gagging noises. Could it have been my Russian hero
swallowing my jizz?

There was a quick shuffling of wet, slippery bodies again before I heard
Kot say that I could open my eyes now. When I did, those two fuckers were
both grinning at me through the steam. I studied their eyes for a moment
but there was no fucking way I could pick who blew me. Kot's dick was as
hard as a rock, but that could have been because he was in the shower with
a hot looking chick. I wondered if I'd ever find out whose face I'd just
fucked.

After we'd towelled each other, I got the feeling that my Russian friend
wanted to screw Sandy. I also got the impression that they wouldn't have
minded if I'd stayed to watch, but I figured it was better to leave them
alone, so I dressed and went for a walk.

The bellboy who delivered Kot's luggage to his room was in the hotel
elevator.  "How is your Russian friend enjoying Miami?" I told him all
about the photo shoots, and the parasailing. He wanted to know if I could
get him a copy of the nude calendar. He was gay, alright. No doubt about
it. "My name is Andre. If I can do anything for you guys, just let me
know. It's my day off tomorrow. Maybe I can show you around Miami."

The hotel restaurant was packed at 7:30. We could hardly hear each other
talking over the babble from all the other diners. We'd only just ordered
our food when George got a call on his cell phone. He put one finger in his
free ear so that he could hear the person on the other end of the
call. While George chatted on the phone, Kot leaned over and whispered to
me.

"What is it meaning if Sandy says I am 'rad porker'?"

I put my face to Kot's ear. "It means she enjoyed you fucking her."

"Hey, you guys. No secrets, OK?" Sandy demanded. "What's going on?"

Kot blushed as I explained to Sandy what she'd meant by a rad porker, which
caused her to crack big time. "Well, he is! He's the best bonk I've had in
ages. He's got that European touch. He makes sure the girl has a good time,
too, instead of just sticking it in and emptying his balls."

I'm not sure Kot understood what Sandy had just said, but his face was
redder than a fire engine. To me, that made him all the more special. He
was the kind of dude who was good at everything he did, but didn't boast
about it. He was proof that a god could be awesome and modest at the same
time.

"Guys!" George folded his phone and put it in his shirt pocket. "We have
cause to celebrate. That was the publisher on the phone. He thinks Kostik
is absolutely fantastic. He loves the photos -- both the Eagles stuff and
the calendar. The ad agency also loved the Eagle pics." He turned to
Kot. "Young man, you have just won a $20,000 contract."

"I am being rich?"

"You betcha. You've done it! Congratulations!" George beckoned the waiter.
"Champagne -- the best in the house! I don't care what it costs."

I'd never experienced anything like this before in my young life. The best
food, the best Champagne, the best company, loads of laughs. Kostik had
never experienced anything like this either. He was on such a high -- and
so were the rest of us because we were so happy for him. He was a star!
Woohoo!

"I am being famous around the whole world!" he laughed.

"Not just you, Kot, your dick will be famous, too!"

We all fell about in hysterics clutching our stomachs. The other restaurant
patrons thought we were crazy. They were correct. This was a very special
occasion and we had every right to be off the planet.

After dinner, George insisted that we drink another bottle of Champagne in
his room. While we sipped from our crystal glasses, George opened his
wallet and handed Kot $1000 cash. "This is an advance on your $20,000. You
can spend it anyway you like, but I would suggest you take the day off
tomorrow and spend it sightseeing Miami. Just have a good time. You deserve
it."

It was about 1am when I helped Kot back to his room. He'd had a little too
much Champagne. When we got to his bed, he flopped on his back. He was
sound asleep in seconds. I began undressing him by untying his shoes and
peeling off his socks. His feet smelt warm and savory. I took a moment to
kiss them. Then I lifted and straightened his legs so that his body was
fully on the bed and in a comfortable position.

I walked to the door and, before switching off the light, turned to look at
him.  He was as beautiful as a sleeping angel. As I paused at the door, I
remembered the calendar shoot and the sight of his pink ass hole. I'd
promised myself back then that I would lick it if I got the chance.


DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida, USA
Part 5

Kot was in such a deep sleep that, even after I'd removed all his clothes,
he didn't stir. The Champagne must have knocked him cold. He'd told me
earlier that he hardly touched alcohol at all.

The sight of his beautiful, brown, naked chest rising and falling with his
quiet breathing got me so damn hot, I stripped and scattered my clothes on
the floor.  I was pretty certain that he wouldn't wake so I buried my face
in his crotch and let his pubes caress my skin. His scent was so damn sexy,
I took several long, deep sniffs to get as much of his warm aroma into my
lungs as possible. My boner was at its full seven inches and dripping
pre-cum already.

I had to pause for a moment to remove a pube from my tongue. I looked at
the little, black curly hair and decided to keep it as a memento. I
gathered my shorts off the floor, put it in a pocket, then went back to
licking his smooth, round balls and savoring his funky smell. His cock was
limp but, as it entered my mouth, it tasted fucking wild -- a sort of
mixture of stale piss, sweat and cum. The feeling of a soft cock's loose
foreskin on my tongue was something I'd never experienced before. It
rocked!

I took his thick, spit-covered meat out of my mouth and slowly pulled back
its foreskin with my thumb and forefinger. Its head was shiny, and a kinda
pale, purple color. I put the tip of my tongue in his piss hole, then wet
my lips and ran them around his knob. I was hoping he'd cum but there was
no way. He was sound asleep. Even if he'd pissed, it would have been way
cool. Anything that came out of this Russian god's dick was fine by me.

I decided not to push my luck, but to get on with my mission, which was to
lick his hole. I gently rolled him over on his chest and spread his
legs. Then I climbed onto the bottom end of the mattress and sat on my
heels between his thighs. I put my hands on his firm, muscular buns and
slowly parted them.  Thrills zapped through my body like lightning as I
focused my eyes on his most private part. It was wrinkled and pink in the
center, and light brown around the edges. I leaned down, put my face
between his globes and stuck out my tongue.  His hole felt warm and soft,
and tasted so damn rad, kinda like fresh pizza. I had to come up for air
every now and then, but I kept licking his delicious hole until my tongue
got sore from stretching.

I was so fucking horny, I decided to do something really weird. Half of me
said no, and half of me said yes. I slowly slid my index finger into his
wrinkled, pink hole up to my first knuckle. As I pulled it out, I could
feel his ass muscles squeezing and helping my finger to exit. That was an
awesome sensation in itself. I put my finger to my nose. It smelt way cool.

I looked at my finger for several seconds wondering if I should put it in
my mouth. If Kot had known I was doing this, he might have gotten mad and
been disappointed in me. I pondered what his reaction might be if he could
see me now. The temptation was too great to resist. I slid my lips over my
finger and sucked it. The taste was so damn wicked.

It occurred to me again that this was a gross thing to do and that, if any
of my friends had seen me doing it, they might have puked. But, somehow, it
didn't seem gross to me. It seemed way fucking cool 'cause Kot was a god,
and his ass rocked big time. The next time I dipped my finger into his
hole, I gently slid it in up to my second knuckle.

It was getting pretty late, so I thought I'd better blow my load and get
some sleep. I aimed my boner at Kot's cute buns and jacked off. Pretty
soon, a bucket of my boy juice splattered all over his tanned butt. I
licked it off his smooth, silky skin and swallowed it all, then picked up
my clothes off the floor and returned to my room.

It was just before sunrise when I woke buck naked on top of my bed. I was
as horny as a rhino again and decided to check out Kot's room to see if he
had a morning piss boner. Maybe I could get to suck it if he was still
asleep. I threw a towel around my waist, crept across the hall and quietly
opened his door an inch. Two voices were groaning. I opened the door a
little further and saw Kot's bare butt between two female legs wrapped
around his waist. They had to be Sandy's.

The two fuckers were so busy, I decided to take a chance at getting a good,
close look. I crept on all fours to the end of the bed, and sat on the
floor, cross-legged. The sight of Kot's thick, veiny tool fucking Sandy's
shiny, wet oyster was totally wild! I watched his tight balls slamming her
white ass as her body jolted with each of his aggressive thrusts.

It was so damn cool to see the crack between his beautiful, sweaty globes
opening and closing as his hard meat pumped her like crazy. I remembered
licking and fingered that sweet hole of his just a few hours before. How I
wished it was my face that he was fucking right now. I licked my lips and
imagined the taste of his hot juice in my mouth, and how it would feel
sliding down my throat.

The guys made a helluva noise when Kot's balls tightened. I guessed that
Sandy must have orgasmed too. My Russian friend finally collapsed on top of
Sandy, and the two of them just laid there, exhausted. For some strange
reason, I didn't choose that moment to crawl back out of the room. I just
sat there waiting for them to notice me. After a few minutes, Kot rolled
off the bed and stood up.

"Daniel!"

"Hi, Kot."

Sandy immediately lifted herself up and rested on her elbows. She looked
between her legs at me still sitting on the floor at the end of the
bed. "How long have you been here, Daniel?"

"Long enough."

Kot started laughing. "You are watching me big time fuck? How is it
looking?"

My hero's Russian-English totally cracked me and Sandy up, and it was a
while before I finally managed to answer his question. "Yeah, man, you were
fucking awesome. It totally blew me away. Hot, hot, hot!"

"It's too bad you are not bringing a camera. I am want to see myself from
the ass. Maybe next time," he chortled.

Kot excused himself and said that he needed to piss and take a shower. I
stood up hoping that he would invite me into the bathroom, but Sandy
grabbed my wrist.  She waited until Kot had closed the bathroom door behind
him before she spoke.  She looked way groovy with her long, blonde hair
flowing like silk over the white pillow.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

I didn't want to be compared to Kot's performance in case I made a fool of
myself. "Not right now."

"You're blushing, Daniel. But it's OK. I understand. Come here and sit on
my stomach. That monster boner of yours needs exercising."

I threw a leg over her waist and knelt over her huge tits. She used the
palms of her hands to push her boobs together so that my boner was trapped
between them.  She smiled at me. Nothing needed to be said.

I let my spit fall between her mountains of female flesh before I started
sliding my rock hard meat backwards and forwards between them. Her nipples
were standing up like large, brown rubber thimbles.

Sandy took my hands and placed them against the sides of her breasts where
hers had just been. Then I felt her finger slide into my asshole.

Squeezing and fondling her firm, meaty tits as my dick glided between them
was just so fucking cool, I couldn't believe it. When I felt my rush of cum
about to explode, I arched my spine, threw my head back and let out a
series of loud groans. I could feel my ass muscles clutching at her finger
and my balls rubbing against her soft skin. I thought my sticky juice would
never stop erupting.

By the time I'd looked down at her head on the pillow, I saw her pretty
face drenched in my cum. I used my finger to gather up the gooey blobs, and
wipe them on her full, pink lips. She licked and swallowed every morsel.

"Good news, Kot," George said as we ate breakfast in the hotel
restaurant. "I got a call from the publisher this morning and he wants
another series of shots for a gay magazine. That means an extra $10,000 for
you. What do you say?"

Kot almost choked on his bacon and eggs. "More pics? I am posing for a gay
mag?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Maybe people is thinking I am gay!"

I couldn't help interrupting. "Are you, Kot? Gay, I mean. No! I mean bi or
something." I wished I'd never opened my mouth.

"I am not being sure about sexuality. Maybe, maybe not."

"Listen, Kot," George said, "lots of straight guys pose for gay mags. It's
no big deal. And the pics will be just you solo, just posing. No funny
stuff except that you'll have a boner."

"Do it, Kot!" I blurted. "Do it! It's another $10,000, man! And you'll be
famous!"

"K, Daniel. I am doing it specially for you because you are my awesome
American big time fan."

"And I'm cute."

"Yes, you are being cute."

"And you love me."

"Maybe," he smiled.

Andre, the hotel bellboy, kept his promise to show Kot and I around Miami.
It was cool 'cause George and Sandy were spending the day with the
publisher talking business.

Andre's car was totally rad -- an old Volkswagen Bug convertible. It was
bright red with wide, mag wheels, flared fenders, a whale-tail and velvet
upholstery.  The CD player was belting out Hanson songs as we zoomed along
the freeway with the wind in our hair.

Andre told us that his parents were French but that he was born in New
Orleans.  He moved to Miami after he'd applied for and got the job at the
hotel where we were staying. He was a cool looking dude with short-cropped,
curly black hair, olive skin and dark eyes. His lips were thicker than
normal, and formed a permanent smile. I noticed his hands on the Momo
steering wheel. His long fingers were artistic looking, and his nails
perfectly manicured.

The Miami Seaquarium was our first stop. It was so fucking huge it totally
blew me away. In the two, three-storey, main tanks we saw everything from
stingrays to sawfish. The moray eels were my fav, though. They looked so
damn fierce! We also took in the outdoor stuff -- killer whales, sharks,
porpoises and sea lions. Kot and I told Andre about the time we swam with
the porpoises at sea. He thought that totally ruled.

After Seaquarium, we drove around the beachfront for a while taking in the
scenery, then rocked up to a pretty ritzy seafood restaurant. Kot insisted
on paying for the three of us because he had all that bulk cash George had
given him.

The waiter glared at us as if he suspected that we couldn't pay for the
meal. Andre showed the dude his ID, and explained the situation. After
that, we were treated like fucking kings. It was totally wild!

Over lobster mornay and oysters kilpatrick, Kot asked Andre if there was
some place where we could sky dive. "Sure, I have a friend with a
plane. It's back at the airport in Miami city." Andre requested the
restaurant phone to be brought to our table. He punched in the pilot's
number and, after a short conversation, gave us the thumbs up. We were
gonna fly that afternoon. Woohoo!

Both Andre and I knew it was a bad idea for Kot to be checking the money in
his wallet as we stepped from the restaurant onto the busy street. A young
thug in a baseball cap, tank top and jeans grabbed the wallet out of Kot's
fingers as he flashed past. My friend stood there stunned as I bolted after
the asshole thief.  He was only a few yards in front of me as we dodged
startled pedestrians. But I was gaining on him.

Suddenly, the dude did a quick left into an alley, knocking over a kid and
a woman. Kot and Andre were right behind me. I signalled them to chase the
bastard up the alley while I circled around the block. I was about half way
along the next alley when the asshole appeared from behind a building on
the next corner, and sprinted straight toward me. He was holding a flick
knife. My friends were about ten yards behind him, and running like hell.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and let the cunt come to me as I tried not to
let the crazed expression on his face faze me. Well, not too
much. Actually, I was scared shitless. But I needed to stop him, and get
Kot's wallet back. When the dude got to within about three or four yards
from me, I dropped to the ground, made myself into a tight ball, and rolled
toward him. He tripped over me and crashed to the asphalt with a grunt and
a thud. I was back on my feet in a second, and threw myself on top of the
guy. By this time, Kot and Andre had arrived. One of them kicked the knife
out of the dude's hand and into the gutter. I saw somebody else's hand
retrieve the wallet.

I got to my feet again and held the asshole by the seat of his pants and
his greasy hair. I ran him face-first into the graffiti-covered wall on the
side of the alley. He slid down in a crumpled heap, leaving a trail of
crimson blood on the bricks. We split before the cops arrived.

It was fucking freezing at eight thousand feet with the Cessna door
open. The six-seater plane had only one seat -- and that was for the
pilot. The others had been removed. Andre and I sat on the bare metal
floor, buckled in with lap- belts. Jim, the skydiver, was attaching the
harness to himself and Kot who would piggy-back on the dive. Both adjusted
their goggles. Kot smiled at me. He looked a little nervous, but happy.

The pilot slowed the plane almost to a stall, then signalled Jim to
jump. As soon as the pair leapt from the plane, it banked and circled so
that Andre and I could watch Kot and Jim through the open door,
free-falling to earth. It seemed like a helluva long time before I saw the
'chute finally appear in the air like a writhing snake, then balloon into a
huge purple, white and yellow canopy.

Back on the ground, Kot was totally ecstatic. He was so excited, his
English was even worse than usual. "Big time awesome fucking, Daniel! It
was ruling wild! I am watching you skydive now. K?"

I explained that I didn't have the money, but he insisted on paying for me
as well as Andre. "Daniel, I am having no money if you is not catch that
robber dude. I am doing anything for you now."

"Anything, Kot?"

"Maybe," he laughed. He knew what I was thinking.

As I fell out of the plane, harnessed to Jim, the noise from the Cessna
engine was soon replaced by the sound of an incredibly loud wind in my
ears. My lips and face felt as though they were being stretched a mile
wide. It was like being horizontal in a vertical hurricane, except that the
view was unbelievable. It seemed like the whole world was spread out
underneath me in miniature. It looked like a patchwork quilt of colors and
shapes. And the sensation of free-falling in space, with my arms
outstretched, was both totally scary and awesome at the same time. All my
senses were reeling. The adrenalin was pumping like hell.

When I saw Jim pull the rip-cord, I was kinda relieved 'cause we seemed to
be getting pretty close to a fucking hard place called earth. I felt us
slow with a mild jolt as the huge canopy inflated above us. The rest of the
trip was like a dream as we floated gently to the grassy field below. The
landing was like stepping off a chair.

It was pretty close to sundown as we arrived back at the hotel. Kot asked
Andre if he would like to join us for dinner. Andre explained that it was
against the hotel rules for staff to mix socially with guests, so he
suggested an Italian restaurant nearby. We arranged to meet there at 7:30.

I followed Kot into his room and watched him undress for a shower. He threw
his clothes on the bed and faced me. My eyes ran down his beautiful, tanned
body all the way from his awesome face to his sexy feet, then back up his
muscular legs to his thick cock and gorgeous hangers.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Daniel?"

"Don't gimme that shit, Kot. You KNOW why I'm looking at you like that!
You're fucking horny as hell!"

"My friends in Russia am not getting of such excitement as you."

"They must be fucking blind."

"Or maybe it is Daniel who has too much of seeing."

I obeyed a sudden urge, walked up to him, and knelt down so that his limp
dick was almost touching my face. I ran my hands up and down his smooth,
curved thighs and looked up into his big, blue-green eyes.

"You look like you are praying, Daniel."

"I am praying."

"Oh? I think I am knowing what your prayer is for my friend."

I lowered my eyes and gently kissed the tip of his pink head. I watched it
slowly emerge from the foreskin as his cock got harder. He didn't try to
move away, so I figured I was in with a good chance. I got bolder and
licked his balls and the underside of his sexy beef. His scent filled my
nostrils and thrilled my whole body.

"Daniel, this is not being good. You are bringing me to excitement."

"That's the whole idea, Kot. A standing dick has no conscience."

"Explanation, please."

"It means that if I get you hot enough, you won't be able to say no."

"You are being correct." He placed his hand on my head and ran his fingers
through my blonde hair as if he were asking me to blow him. "I am trying
very hard to be saying no but my mind is not working."

We both looked toward the door when we heard the loud knock. "Kot? It's
George.  Got a moment?"

I was sitting on Kot's bed trying not to appear totally pissed at George's
interruption, but I think he and Sandy suspected that I was sulking.

Within a few minutes, though, I felt better 'cause it was good news for
Kot.  The shoot for the gay mag was all organized for tomorrow morning. As
for dinner that night with Andre at the Italian restaurant, George and
Sandy declined to join us 'cause they'd made other arrangements.


DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida, USA
Part 6

As the long, white strand of wriggling spaghetti was being sucked through
Kot's pursed lips, leaving a little blob of red sauce on his chin, I
couldn't help wishing that the spaghetti was my cock. I was getting hard
just looking at him eat his bolognaise.

The restaurant was one of those cheap, informal and friendly Italian places
that served really good food, and lots of it. It was packed to the
rafters. Kot, Andre and I were squeezed around a small table covered with a
red and white, check tablecloth in a corner. Waiters rushed around like
they were doing fire drill or something, except that they were balancing
plates of steaming food like circus performers. The white, roughly
plastered walls were decorated with empty wine bottles in straw holders,
and scenes of traditional Italian landscapes.

Andre poured some chianti into my glass, then a little into Kot's. We
raised our glasses, and toasted our friendship. Kot's smile was a million
bucks. It rocked big time to have him as a buddy.

Andre's apartment was just a block away from the restaurant, so he invited
us home for coffee and conversation. I was looking forward to it after
trying to talk over the impossible fucking noise in the restaurant. As we
went up the stairs to Andre's place, he warned us about his room mate,
Willy.

"I found Willy on the streets a few months ago. He was a rent boy and into
drugs and stuff. He's got a few hangups but he's coming along OK. I got him
a job as a kitchen hand in a friend's burger joint. He's probably home
now."

As soon as the door opened, I reeled at the strong smell of pot. The kid
was draped across the sofa, watching TV. He was wearing old, torn jeans cut
off just above the knees. His feet and chest were bare. Kot and I glanced
at each other, wondering whether we should split. But, before we could make
a decision, Willy danced over to us and shook our hands. "Howyas doin'
dudes?" He was about sixteen and kind of rough looking, yet cute. He had a
few tats on his upper arms. His head was shaved except for a little patch
of brown above his forehead.  His skin was naturally olive and looked like
it would tan easily.

Andre introduced us, then went to the kitchen to make coffee. Willy offered
us a drag of his joint, but Kot and I both shook our heads. We explained
our reasons for not doing drugs, not even pot. He seemed pissed.

"That's so fuckin' uncool, dudes. Smokin' rules. You some kinda church
dudes or somethin'?"

Andre returned with the coffees. For a while we tried to make conversation,
but Willy kept yapping about his past, and how he hated faggots. He must've
used the word 'faggots' a hundred times. Andre appeared to be distressed,
but didn't try to stop his friend from hogging the convo. I guessed he was
scared to upset the kid.

"Are you homophobic, Willy?" I asked, finally.

"Homo what? I ain't homo anythin', pal."

"It means a person who hates gays."

"Fuck yeah! I hate the bastards. Listen, dude, I was there, OK? I was on
the streets with those asshole faggots buyin' my cock and ass. Did ya know
Andre's a fuckin' fag? Well, he is, but he ain't so bad."

"Chill, Willy," Andre pleaded softly. His face was buried in his hands with
embarrassment.

"Chill? What the fuck for? I ain't chillin' for no cunt." The kid looked
over at me. "Hey, blondie, you a fag? Is your foreign bud here your sugar?"
he laughed.

"My name's Daniel, not blondie." I turned to Kot. "Let's get the fuck out
of here, man."

"Hey, blondie, what ya leavin' for? Scared of an argument? Dicks are for
chicks, y'know. You fags are fuckin' unnatural."

Kot stood up from the sofa and cupped Willy's lower jaw in his hand. I
could see his fingers digging into the kid's cheeks as he dragged him up to
eye level. "I am telling you what is unnatural, dude. It is being unnatural
to be rude of my young friend here. It is being unnatural to sell of your
ass to strangers. It is being unnatural to be poison your brain of shit."

Willy couldn't have answered back even if he'd fucking wanted to. Kot's
grip on his face was too tight. After glaring at the kid's eyes for a few
seconds, Kot threw him down on the sofa so hard the kid bounced twice. "And
I am telling you some other things, dude. You are being gay. I am knowing
you is gay because you is hate it so much. You is being afraid because your
sexuality is hiding inside of you like a scared rabbit in a burrow. You is
not hating of gays, you is hating of yourself. Admit it!"

Andre and I couldn't believe what we were seeing. The kid completely went
to pieces and dissolved into tears. He sobbed uncontrollably for a few
minutes before he fled into his bedroom, and slammed the door behind
him. Andre excused himself and left us while he attended to his young
friend. We saw ourselves out and walked back to our hotel. I followed Kot
into his room.

"Daniel, you are going to your own room for sleeping now. We are having the
photo shoot tomorrow."

"I wanna stay here with you. Please? You were so fucking awesome tonight
with Willy. You rock, man."

"You are being a big time rock too, Daniel. You caught that robber today."

I sat on the edge of the bed watching Kot undress, fold his clothes, and
put them away. There was no way in the world that anybody with eyes could
not get hot just looking at his way cool bod, and all that silky-smooth,
tanned skin. Every time he moved, his muscles stretched and bulged. When he
leaned forward to open a drawer, his lat stood out from his ribs and ran
all the way from his armpit to his waist. I wanted to run my hand down its
whole length, and feel its solid strength, then back up again to his chest
to grab a handful of his pec and squeeze it, and feel his nipple tickle the
palm of my hand.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" I tried to give him my best, pleading
puppy-dog look. "Please, Kot?"

"I am knowing what you is thinking, Daniel. You is liking looking at my
dick.  Correct?" He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders as
I sat on the edge of the bed. His thick, uncut semi was just a foot from my
face. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "You can kiss my dick goodnight and
then be going back to your room for sleeping. OK?"

This was my big chance. I would get him so damn hard that he HAD to let me
blow him. I rubbed my face in his pubes and around his cock and balls,
licking like crazy. He started to laugh at my enthusiasm but I wasn't gonna
stop for anything. I grabbed the back of his legs just below his buns and
held him close to me.

I could feel his hot meat getting harder and heavier against my skin. I
dived below it and licked his balls as his boner bounced on my
forehead. His warm, sweaty scent was driving me wild!

"Daniel! I said one little kiss!"

"K, I'm getting to that, Kot. Just one second more."

I lifted my head and saw his hard six inch rod pointed right at my face. It
looked so fucking delicious! Woohoo! His foreskin was peeled all the way
back, and his pink knob was wet and shiny. A little blob of pre-cum
glistened on his piss hole. I knew that if I could get my tongue wrapped
around his cock, it would drive him totally wild. I'd heard that uncut
dudes were super sensitive, and I was about to find out.

I shaped my mouth like I was gonna kiss his dick, then let my lips slide
over his knob. I got my tongue working straight away. He tried to back off,
but I held him against me. I sucked like a madman, and kept tonguing his
cock head. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. His ass muscles
tightened, and he let me draw him closer to my face. He was groaning in a
funny way that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a cry. I had him!
He was gonna let me blow him! He had no choice! I had him in heaven!

I kept my lips wrapped tightly around his thick, veiny shaft as I moved my
head backward and forward. I left one hand on his ass so that I could
finger his warm, sweaty crack while I brought my other hand around to
fondle his balls. He began to thrust his pelvis -- gently at first -- like
he was fucking my face. That's exactly what I'd hoped he would do. I wanted
him to get aggro and shoot a monster load into my mouth. Pretty soon, he
placed his hands on my head as his pelvic thrusts became faster and more
excited. I figured I was gonna get a fucking truckload of Russian milk any
second.

I saw his knees buckle slightly and felt his ass muscles squeeze. His
fingers dug into my scalp. He groaned like a wild, hungry animal. I felt
the head of his rock-hard throbber ram the roof of my mouth, then his pubes
press against my nose. The heat of his sticky juice filled every corner of
my mouth and throat with each mighty explosion. It tasted so fucking
awesome! I never wanted it to stop, even though I was gagging like hell.

When his balls had spent their huge load, and his dick was beginning to get
lazy in my mouth, I was still swallowing hard, trying to force his sticky
cum past my tonsils.

I replaced both hands around his firm globes, and held his crotch to my
face while his dick softened in my mouth. He began to run his fingers
lightly through my hair. That was a good sign. At least he wasn't mad at me
for tricking him into letting me blow him.

George had hired the same studio as before, but, this time, there were some
weird things there. Sandy explained that she'd thought of most of
them. There was a small table with a bottle of wine, and two, tall wine
glasses, a black bow tie and black pants, a five-foot-high step-ladder, a
leather g-string with a fly zip, a mock shower stall, a bunch of green
grapes, a big sheet of plain glass, and some other stuff.

George began setting up the camera gear while Sandy adjusted the ceiling
and floor lighting. My job AGAIN was to give Kot a full body make-up. Damn,
I loved doing that!

"You were being con man last night, Daniel. You tricked me," he laughed.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, not being mad, just being wondering why you are thinking so awesome of
me."

"I've got excellent taste in gods, Kot. By the way, was it you who blew me
in the shower with Sandy the other morning?"

"I am not remembering."

I stopped powdering his thighs for a moment, and looked into his blue-green
eyes. He was grinning so hard, all this teeth were showing. It seemed to me
that his smile was saying 'yes', but I couldn't be sure. "Tell me Kot,
please! I'm fucking dying to know!"

"Sandy is making me promise not for telling." His smile stretched even
further.  Damn! I was pretty sure it must have been him.

The shots for the gay mag were totally wild! I'd never seen anything like
them before. First of all, Kot put the bow tie around his neck and got into
the black pants like he was a semi-naked waiter. His dick was sticking out
of the fly. Then he poured the wine into one of the wine glasses while he
pissed into the other one. Fucking awesome! His piss overflowed and spilled
all over the table.

The next series of shots showed Kot totally naked and climbing the step
ladder.  He had one foot on the floor and one on the middle rung. He was
looking over his shoulder, and down at the camera. His ass cheeks were
spread wide apart so you could see his pink hole and his balls. His semi
was hanging down with his knob poking half way outa his foreskin. George
took several shots from every angle, mostly from the floor looking up.

Then George laid on his back on the floor. Kot was wearing the black
leather g- string. The Russian god stood over George's chest and unzipped
the g's fly. His hard, six-inch boner bounced out. He was looking down at
the lens and smiling while he flexed his muscles and puffed his chest.

I was so fucking hot watching all of this, that my shorts were dripping
with pre-cum. I was sure everybody had noticed me rubbing my bulge.

Next, Kot got into the shower stall. It was raised on blocks and had a hose
running into the nearby toilet, with another hose connected to the drain so
that the water would be returned to the sink. George had explained to me
before that filming Kot in a real bathroom would have presented problems
with proper lighting.

I watched the warm water cascading down Kot's tanned body and running off
his dick like a little waterfall. Then he soaped himself up. The sight of
the suds slowly being washed away from his pubes and jewels was way fucking
cool -- like a kind of nautical strip tease. Then he about-faced and soaped
his ass. He lifted one leg slightly as the water ran down his crack and
revealed his cute hole beneath the suds.

George laid on his back on the floor again, just in front of the shower
stall.  As Kot stepped out and began to towel himself, it was totally wild
to see him drying his hair while his boner bounced around above the
camera. Then he turned around and towelled his back. His knees were
slightly bent and his spreading globes were pointed straight at the
lens. He dried one bun at a time, making sure his fans got a good view of
his hole and wicked furniture.

I was about to discover what the grapes were for. After I'd given him
another full body make-up, Kot sat on top of the step ladder and placed his
feet a couple of rungs below his ass. George asked me to place a grape
between each of my hero's toes. As I did this, I wondered what it was about
a guy's feet that could make them so damn sexy. Kot's were like everything
else about him -- HOT!

After each green grape had been secured between my friend's toes, George
sprayed Kot's feet with a fine mist of water. Then he took some pics with
Kot's feet in the foreground, while the Russian god dangled the remaining
bunch of grapes just above his open mouth. Once again, he was eyeing the
camera with that teasing, sexy look of his. Awesome!

The final series of shots was just so fucking rad I couldn't believe it. I
helped George place the large sheet of glass between the camera tripod and
Kot.  The glass was slotted into steel support frames at the bottom so it
would stand upright. Sandy adjusted the lighting so that no 'flare' or
reflection would spoil the pics.

Kot started jacking off with his boner pointed right at the glass. The
camera was positioned at about knee height and looked up toward our awesome
star as his fist worked his foreskin back and forth. When he was about to
blow his load, he bent his knees, arched his back, raised his arms, and
locked his hands behind his head. His hard meat stiffened, bounced like a
bucking bronco, and exploded. His purple knob sent huge wads of white
Russian cum splattering all over the glass.

I could hear the camera still clicking away even after Kot's balls had
emptied, and his thick milk was still slowly dribbling down the surface of
the transparent barrier.

After George had called it a 'wrap', I used a tissue to wipe Kot's juice
off the glass, then put the soggy paper in my pocket. He noticed what I'd
done, and smiled knowingly at me.

George took the rolls of film into the lab to be developed, then we hopped
in the blue Chevy and drove to a local burger joint for a quick lunch. We
were eating our burgers and fries around a table under a big plastic
umbrella in the outdoor dining area when I saw Willy. He was cleaning
tables. He caught my eye for a second, looked away and hurried back inside
the restaurant.

"Did you see that, Kot?"

Kot had a huge mouthful of burger like it was gonna be his last feed for
month.  "Huh?"

"Willy! I just saw Willy. This is the burger joint where he works. He had a
big case of the sads, man. He looked really embarrassed."

George and Sandy wanted to know who Willy was, so we sorta explained, but
left out a lot of the shit. They didn't need to know about that stuff
anyway.

By the time we got back to the studio, the film had been developed and
scanned from 35mm transparencies. We didn't bother to check them in the
comp; instead, George organized something way cooler. We sat in the
studio's theaterette, popped a few cans of light beer and watched the slide
show. It was totally unreal.

Every now and then, I glanced at Kot, who was sitting next to me, and saw
his expression. His eyes were like on springs, looking at the pics of
himself on the big screen. It was obvious that he couldn't believe it was
really him. Even George and Sandy, who were sitting two rows in front of
us, were saying things like 'shit' and 'fuck' and 'hot damn' every time a
new pic came up. Then the most amazing thing happened.

I kinda let my hand flop on Kot's knee. A few seconds later, he took my
hand in his and intertwined his fingers in mine. It rocked big time to be
holding the hand of my idol while I was looking at his awesome pics on a
ten-foot screen. Kinda like lovers at the movies.

When the projector arrived at the last pic, George put the machine on
re-run. I took a sip of my beer and decided to try something way
dangerous. I unzipped my shorts and gently pulled Kot's hand over to my
crotch. He didn't try to move his hand away, so I lifted the elastic on my
underwear and slipped his hand between my boxers and skin so that he was
touching my boner. He still didn't try to move away! Whoa! I was so fucking
surprised! He didn't look at me, though. He kept his eyes on the screen as
though his hand was doing something he was unaware of. Yeah, right.

I held his wrist and made his hand rub my aching meat. Pretty soon, I
didn't have to move his hand any more. He started jacking me. I couldn't
even have begun to tell you how fucking awesome that was -- sitting there
in a darkened theater with the hottest dude from the whole of Russia
feeling my throbber while I was looking at the wildest pics ever taken of a
nude teen. Fucking jeez!

I shot my load within a minute. I had to grit my teeth to stop from making
a noise as my knob exploded, but the feeling was unbelievable, especially
when my juice made his hand slippery around my shaft and head. Then, Kot
did something that totally blew me away. Not in a fucking million years
would I have guessed that he would've done that. No way! He took his hand
out of my boxers, put it to his face and licked my cum off his
fingers. Whoa!

Now, I gotta tell ya, I just stared at that dude's tongue licking his
fingers like I was seeing a Martian stepping out of a space ship. I just
couldn't believe it, but I was seeing it! When he'd finished licking, and
wiped his hand on his shirt, I leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"It was you who sucked me in the shower, wasn't it?"

"I don't remember."


DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK
Miami, Florida. USA
Part 7

While we were packing all the camera gear and stuff into the Chevy, I got a
chance to be alone with Sandy for a minute. I opened the trunk and helped
her wrap the camera tripods in some old blankets. "Kot won't tell me who
blew me in the shower the other morning."

"I don't blame him." She closed the trunk lid and smiled. "Who do you think
it was?"

"Kot."

"Oh? Why's that?"

I almost told Sandy about Kot licking my cum off his fingers in the
theaterette, but I decided that wasn't too wise. "Just a hunch,
Sandy. Anyway, I'm gonna find out before he leaves for Russia tomorrow."

The word 'tomorrow' suddenly dawned on me. Fuck! Only one more day to go
before Kot would be out of my life forever. My heart began to sink.

I hardly said a word during the trip back to the hotel. When we arrived, I
told everybody that I wasn't feeling too good and went to my room. I threw
myself face-down on the bed and hugged the pillow. I just needed to be
alone for a while so I could try to come to terms with Kot's leaving
tomorrow. It seemed like a minute ago that I was shaking his hand when I
first met him at the airport.

When I heard the knock at the door ten minutes later, I was sure it was
Kot. I ran into the bathroom and checked my face in the mirror. I didn't
want him to know I'd been crying. I splashed cold water on my face,
towelled, checked my eyes again, then answered the door.

"Hi, Daniel. I'll understand if you want me to fuck off, but I just wanted
to come here and apologize."

"K, you've apologized. Now fuck off."

Willy placed his hand on the door to stop me from closing it. "I wanna make
it up to you man -- I was so fucking wrong last night. I've been fucking
wrong all my life."

I went back to the bed and flopped face-down again. I heard the door close
and felt the bed sag as Willy sat on the edge.

"Hey, dude. I didn't realize you had the sads this bad!"

"It's not you, man."

"What's buggin' you then?"

"Kot. He's leaving tomorrow -- going back to Russia."

There was a moment's silence while Willy tried to work out what was going
down.  "You love him or somethin'?"

That was just too fucking much! I started to sob like a baby, and felt
Willy's hand gently squeeze my shoulder.

"I feel the same way about Andre, man, but I didn't realize it until last
night.  I guess I know how you feel. I'm sorry, dude. Actually, I came here
to apologize to Kostik but he didn't answer his door. He did me one big fav
last night when he forced me to think about stuff -- y'know, like being gay
and everythin'."

I rolled over and faced the kid. "So, you admit it?"

"Yup," he smiled.

Willy told me about his background, and how he'd gotten into drugs and
selling his ass. He'd been in foster homes nearly all his life, and never
knew his real family. The more he talked, the more I felt sorry for
him. He'd had a rough time as a kid. "But now I've got Andre, man, and he's
totally cool. You wanna know somethin'? We've never had sex. He said he
didn't wanna have sex with me 'cause it'd be like the other dudes who paid
for it. He's like a father to me, man. He treats me better than anybody."

"Would you like to have sex with him?"

"Not yet, man. Maybe like when I kinda get all the shit outa my head and
feel better about it, y'know."

"Do you think Kostik is gay?"

"Dunno. Maybe, maybe not. I can usually pick a fag -- sorry, a gay dude --
a mile off. But I'm not sure about the Russian dude. Why?"

I filled Willy in on everything that had happened between Kot and I. He
totally cracked and fell off the bed when I told him about the blow job in
the shower.  His laugh was so damned infectious, he made me crack up, too.

"Well, Daniel, I gotta tell ya, when he licked your cum off his fingers he
wasn't tryin' to tell ya he hated ya. That was totally awesome!" He stood
up.  "Get off the bed, dude, and show me what you look like."

"Huh?"

"He's seen you in the buff, right? I wanna know what he saw."

"Why?"

"'Cause it'll gimme an idea of what he thought. Just do it, dude."

I pulled my t over my head and threw it on the bed. "I'm not doing this by
myself, dude. You get yours off, too."

We were both naked in seconds. Finally, after checking me out from head to
toe, Willy's eyes met mine. "Fuck, dude, you're the best piece of meat I've
seen in fuckin' years! Do you work out or somethin'?"

"I'm on the swim team at school, and I do other stuff."

"Lemme feel your muscles, man."

The kid ran his hands over my shoulders and chest. His fingers felt a bit
rough, but way cool. He spent a bit of time fooling with my hard nipples. I
got a boner straight away. So did he. He asked me to make a fist and flex
my biceps, then bring my shoulders forward and cause my lats to stick out
from my ribs. The next thing I knew, he was sucking on my left nipple like
a baby. I put my hands around his shaved head, and held his face to my
breast. I instinctively knew that he wanted love. It was totally weird
'cause I felt as if he'd aroused some kinda latent maternal instinct in
me. It was obvious that he needed me right then. But he was making such
loud, sucking noises on my nipple, it would have been funny if it hadn't
been so damn serious.

When he'd finally stopped sucking my pec, he looked up at me with his
moist, red-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry dude, I dunno what happened just then. I
fuckin' lost it."

"It's cool, man. No problem, OK?" I smiled. "Besides, it felt kinda nice."

He just stared into my eyes for what seemed like ages. It was as though I'd
awoken something inside him that he'd bottled up for a long time. Then he
slowly slid down my body, kissing my chest and six pack on the way. His
knees reached the floor and his tongue licked the pre-cum off the cut head
of my seven-inch throbber. He glanced up at me and grinned. I smiled back.

He was in no hurry -- he just wanted to enjoy my scent and the feeling of
my small patch of blonde pubes on his face. I watched him lick my balls and
around the insides of my thighs while his rough hands ran over my globes
and the small of my back. After a few minutes, he glanced up at me again
with a wicked laugh in his eyes, then opened his mouth wide.

Willy's experience at sucking cocks was obvious straight away. His tongue
zapped electricity through my whole body. Every single one of my nerves was
tingling.  His lips gripped my meat like a wet fist as they glided up and
down my rock-hard shaft. It was way cool to feel the prickly hair on his
shaved head beneath the palms of my hands as I started to get my pelvic
rhythm going. He put a finger up my ass and fondled my tight balls with his
other hand.

As soon as I felt the rush coming, I bent my knees, arched my back and
pulled his face to my groin. My ass muscles squeezed his finger as each jet
of my boy juice filled his eager mouth. I moaned so loudly with each
explosion of cum, it was a wonder that the whole fucking Miami fire
department didn't come rushing in with axes and extinguishers. I could hear
Willy swallowing my sticky load. To him, it was mother's milk, and I knew
that somehow my juice was different to all the other cum he'd ever
eaten. Mine was special.

He kept his face pressed against my crotch, and his hands on my buns, while
my dick got lazy in his mouth. Then he stood up, gently pushed me onto the
bed and laid on top of me. Neither of us said anything as he sucked on my
nipples. We just laid there like that for about fifteen minutes.

I phoned George's room. "Hi, George. I've got a friend here with me. Is it
OK if he joins us for dinner?"

George was cool. "Sure, Daniel. Got any suggestions?"

I passed the question onto Willy. "My friend reckons there's a neat Mexican
place near here."

"Great, meet me in my room at 7."

Willy and I showered together, dressed and got ready to leave when I
noticed something odd. "Hey, Willy! The door's open. I thought you closed
it when you came in."

"I did, man. I made sure."

It was fun to watch Kot eat his food. He'd never been to a Mexican
restaurant before. We ordered a mixed entree of tacos and nachos, and
enchiladas and burritos for mains. Kot, Willy and I had Cokes while George
and Sandy had Spanish red wine. We all had a way cool time. George had
brought along some of the prints from the photo shoots. They totally blew
Willy away. Some of the dudes sitting at nearby tables were straining their
necks like giraffes to get a peek at the pics. That made us all crack up
something serious.

About half way through the meal, Kot excused himself and went to the
toilet. Ten seconds later, Willy followed him. They both came back to the
table together, wearing big grins. Straight away I thought somebody must've
gotten a quick blow job, but it wasn't like that at all. After about five
minutes, when everybody was eating and talking, Willy leaned over and
whispered in my ear.

"You know how your door was open before we left the hotel?"

"Yeah."

"Kot told me he was the one who opened it."

"Why didn't he come in?"

"Cos I was blowin' you."

"He saw the whole thing?"

"Yup -- he said he didn't feel bad watchin' us cos you watched him fuckin'
Sandy one time in his room."

"What else did he say?"

"That's it, dude. He said he'd talk to you about it later."

I looked over at Kot. He was smiling and eating, but avoided my eyes. I
started to get butterflies in my stomach real bad. Woohoo! My brain was
churning like crazy with all kinds of thoughts. What if he'd gotten hot
watching Willy suck me? What if he wanted to blow me, too? What if it
really was him who blew me in the shower and wanted seconds? The thought of
Kot's awesome lips wrapped around my throbber was just too fucking much to
even contemplate.

We were all invited back to George's room for a special announcement and a
celebration of Kot's success with the photo shoots. George produced a
bottle of Champagne from the bar fridge, and poured the bubbly into our
glasses. "Well, guys. Here's to Kot. He's gonna be a star! But, before we
drink to his success, I've got a special announcement to make. The
publisher phoned me today and asked me if I could organize another photo
shoot -- but this time in Russia. Kot's got his high school studies to take
care of over the next few months but, when that's done, we'll go."

"Me, too?"

"Of course, Daniel. We need somebody to do full body make-up."

Everybody cracked up big time. I was kinda embarrassed, but I laughed, too.
Then we toasted Kot's success and took turns in giving him big, warm hugs.
It was almost midnight when Willy said he'd better split so that he could
be there for Andre when he arrived home from work. I saw him to the
elevator. We shook hands. "Listen, Willy, thanks for everything. You're way
cool, man. And do me a favor, OK? Have sex with Andre tonight. And tell him
how much you love him."

"I will, man. You rock."

As the elevator doors were closing, I remembered something. "And don't
forget to suck his nipples." I caught a quick glimpse of his big, cheesy
grin before he disappeared. I felt sad that I would never see him again,
but also glad that he was finally getting his shit together.

I'd been laying naked on top of my bed for about half an hour wondering
what Willy had meant when he said that Kot "would talk to you about it
later". When was later? I was hoping it would be tonight. I couldn't
sleep. I had to find out. I rolled off the bed and headed for the door.

I was half way across the hall when Kot's door opened. We looked at each
other like we'd just seen a ghost, then cracked up quietly so that we
wouldn't wake the whole damn floor. Kot stood aside to let me in, then
closed the door.

"You are risking big time of being naked in the hall, Daniel!"

"People like me when I'm naked."

"I can be understanding of that."

"You can? You like my body?"

"Yes."

"As much as I like yours?"

Kot answered me with a smile. He had me guessing again. Damn! He could be
so fucking infuriating! "Since you're flying home tomorrow, Kot, can I stay
here with you tonight?"

"There is being only one bed. And you must promise to be behaving."

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

As we laid naked on our backs on the bed, bathed in the soft moonlight
coming through the window, I glanced at my hero's face. His hands were
behind his head, and he was studying the ceiling, obviously thinking about
stuff.

"Can I hug you before I go to sleep, Kot?"

"K, one small hug."

I threw one leg over his waist and laid on top of his chest. His face was
just inches from mine. He must have felt my boner on his stomach. "Was it
you who blew me in the shower?"

"I am not remembering."

I got mad and started swivelling my ass around. "You must remember! You
were fucking there!"

"Why are you rubbing of your boner on me?"

"It's itchy. I'll stop in a second."

"OK, I will be telling you. It was Sandy."

"Sandy??? Fuck!"

I rolled off him and back onto my side of the bed. In a second, he was on
top of me, resting on his elbows and looking down at my face. His big,
round, blue- green eyes melted me. I wanted to open my legs and let him in.

"It is being Sandy but I was wish it is being me." His eyes studied mine
for a few seconds. "And tonight, when I am seeing Willy eating you, I am
also wish it is being me."

I finally got my mouth to work. "Kot! No problem, dude! I can arrange that
right fucking now!"

I felt Kot's hard meat rub against mine as he rolled off me and onto his
side of the bed. He put his hands back behind his head, and didn't try to
hide the fact that his throbber was rock solid. I couldn't resist getting
back on top of him and rubbing my boner against his.

"Your dick is being itchy again, Daniel?"

"Yeah, itchy. So listen, Kot. If you wanted to blow me, why didn't you?"

"Because you are being too young."

"Fuck being too young! I want you to suck me!"

"By the way, your dick is being itchy of a long time now, Daniel. I am
being hard with excitement."

"Don't change the subject."

It was too late to change the subject, anyway. I could sense my balls
tighten as I kept rubbing my boner against Kot's.  We both started groaning
at the same time. I buried my face in his warm armpit as I felt my load
exploding like fireworks. Our cum made our skin slippery as our stomach
muscles contracted with each wad of juice that fired out of our swollen
knobs.

After a few minutes of just laying there, with me on top of him, he spoke
to me quietly. "You are tricking of me again, Daniel. Is your dick not
being itchy now?"

"Are you mad at me?"

I felt his body heave as he laughed. "No, I am not being mad. I am being
very glad of I am knowing you."

We stayed in each others arms like that all night, then we showered
together in the morning. I was too sad to want sex then. I was getting all
choked up about having to leave Miami and Kot. I just wanted to feel the
soap on his beautiful body and watch the hot water make his tanned skin all
shiny. We took a long time to shower, then towel each other. We both knew
it would be months before we would be naked again like this in private.

Saying goodbye to Kot at the airport wasn't easy. We hugged for ages. He
whispered in my ear that I was 'big time awesome' and that it would only be
a few months before we were together again. I reached into the pocket of my
shorts and produced his black pube that I'd collected as a memento. He
reached into his pocket and showed me a blonde one.

"Is that Sandy's?"

"No."

THE END
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