Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 18:56:02 EST
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: From Russia with Bear Hugs - 8

From Russia with Bear Hugs

Warning: Except as noted, the following story is a work of fiction.  It is
a fantasy.  It never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This
story contains sex between teenaged boys and/or between a man and a teenage
boy or boys.  The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults
and little children.  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you
are, you already know what you're supposed to do.  Delete this file and
find something else.  If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file
and find something else.  If you're looking for a story that has someone
having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it.

The author retains the copyright for this story.  Placing this story on a
commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that
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Disclaimer: The author makes no representations that he is any kind of an
authority on adoption, here or from Russia, the conditions of orphans and
the homeless in Russia and certainly does not mean to imply that those he
describes in this story actually do exist.  He chose the country solely
because it goes with the sound of the boy's name which is, in reality, the
name of a once online friend that the author genuinely cares for deeply.

Comments to AmateurishWriter@aol.com, pro and con and of a constructive
nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible.  Flamers
will be ignored.


Near the end of Chapter Seven:

Shortly, I heard his footsteps on the stairs and I stood up.  He strolled
confidently in and, as he so often does, took my breath away.  While the
new clothes could use a little tailoring here and there he, as usual,
looked perfect ... stunning.  "Micha, you are so handsome, so good looking.
I am so proud to have you for a son and this only our first day as father
and son."

He walked over and stood in front of me in a very formal manner and offered
his hand to me.  "Sir, I to am proud, very proud to be your new son and to
have you as my father."  He looked up at me with a gleam in his eye.  Then
he motioned me to lean down so he could whisper in my ear, "I'm even
prouder that we are lovers and I wish I could tell the whole world just how
much I love you."

I took his sweet face in my hands and put all the love in my eyes that I
could.  "I know you know what I'm thinking."  Again he beamed up at me.  I
gave him a quick soft peck on his full red lips.  "Okay!  Let's skidaddle."

"Huh?"

"Another old saying.  Let's hit the road.  I'm starved!"

"Me too."


Chapter Eight - Home Sweet Home

Dinner was a 10 plus.  French food isn't something that you just order and
consume.  You have to think about the menu and what suits your fancy at the
moment.  You must choose your courses to complement one another and, of
course, select a wine that accents the meal as well.  We had a wonderful
time discussing the menu, making our selections and savoring them as they
arrived.  I permitted Micha some wine as I knew that, in his homeland, this
sort of thing was natural.

The high point of the evening was when a very obviously well to do family
of four arrived and sat at a table near us.  The children, a boy of about
11 and a girl of about 13 were a little too loud and a bit rude with each
other and their parents.  The parents looked both embarrassed and annoyed.
Both of the parents had taken note of Micha and myself and occasionally
glanced in our direction with looks of apology.  Finally, the father spoke
quietly to his wife. "I would love to know the secret of that father and
son.  That is how a family of good breeding and stature should act
together."

I suppressed a burst of laughter.  Don't get me wrong, I very much
appreciated the intended compliment and am very proud of how we looked and
acted.  However, his snooty phraseology just totally cracked me up and I
wondered what he would say if he knew that we were soon to be passionate
lovers as well.

Micha and I were actually two different sets of people.  We were adopted
father and adopted son whose love and respect for each other was pure and
steadfast.  It drove our desire to meet our many responsibilities.  Among
those were mine; to and for Micha and Micha's; to grow to become the best
man that he could.  Then we were also lovers whose love and respect was fed
by the passions of both our hearts and our libidos.  I honestly believed
that we were two people who were very fortunate to have found each other.

The drive home was quiet.  We held hands as I drove.  Occasionally one of
us would look at the other and smile.  It all felt so right.

When we walked into the house, I noticed that Micha waited while I closed
and locked the door.  Then, as I turned and started to speak he reached up
and placed his finger to my lips to stop me.  "You are very handsome
tonight my new father."

"As are you my new son."

"Kiss me please?"

I took him in my arms and gently kissed him.  He held my kiss and opened
himself to me.  Our tongues met and danced and our passions were ignited.

He stepped back and took my hands in his.  Looking up and deep into my eyes
he asked; "Please John, make love to me?  I need you to make love to me
... now."

I leaned down and gathering him up in my arms.  I climbed the stairs to the
doors to our rooms.  Then I kissed him again and set him down.  "Let's get
ready for bed and meet back here."

I chuckled to myself as I got a quizzical look but he did as I asked and
went into his room.  It only took me a few moments to turn down the bed,
undress, brush my teeth, go the bathroom and return to stand in the
hallway, completely naked, waiting for my Micha.  "Ready?"  I called to
him.

The look on his face was priceless as he came around the door and saw me.
He was just in his briefs and a T-shirt.  He stood there for a moment and
watched as my penis grew hard.  Then he slowly pulled his T-shirt off and
slipped his briefs down his strong smooth thighs.  He left them in a puddle
on the floor as he switched off his bedroom light and came out into the
hall to me.

Without a word, I once again gathered him up into my arms and carried him
to my bed.  The feel of his small warm smooth body in my arms warmed me and
accelerated my heart.  I wanted to make him feel safe, to feel loved, to
feel wanted like he never had felt before.  I wanted to comfort and protect
him.  I wanted to shout out to the world how wonderful and alive I felt at
that moment.

I looked into his eyes again.  "Micha, I love you more than life itself."
We kissed again and then I laid him down on the bed and lay down beside
him.  We rolled into each others arms and writhed together in mounting
passion.  We were possessed with the urgent need to be one and each make
the other feel the greatest pleasures possible.

He rolled onto his back and pulled me with him.  "I'm too heavy."  I said
with concern.

"No, no."  He was breathless in his need.  "Cover me with your body.  I
want to feel you all over me.  I want us to be one.  I need you inside me
... please."

I tried to smother his mouth and face in kisses.  His hands were all over
me.  His legs spread and he tried to raise them, offering himself to me.
Slowly I tried to move my kisses down his neck and his chest.  I rose up on
my knees and bathed his hairless stomach with my tongue.  I kissed his hard
boy cock and sucked away his precum.  I licked in the crevices between his
balls and his legs and he raised his legs up exposing to me that most
private of places for a boy.

I gazed down at his pink entrance and then up at his face.  He had propped
himself up with a pillow and looked back at me with eyes clouded with lust,
passion, desire, love and need.  I lowered my mouth to that most private
place and proceeded to love him with my lips and my tongue.  He began to
writhe again rubbing his bottom against my face.  My hands ran up and down
his thighs and lovingly over his tight round balls and hard cock.  I knew
that soon I too would want that wonderful part of him inside me too.

My tongue entered him and he moaned fiercely.  "Oh!  Oh yeah!  Deeper.  Oh!
Oh please."

I brought my right hand up to my mouth and moistened the middle finger with
saliva.  When I touched his hole with it, he writhed and moaned loudly
again.  My finger slipped in slowly and the intense heat of his insides
felt wonderful.  It didn't take long for me to work in enough to touch that
special spot in a boy that drives him over the edge.  He nearly shrieked
with the pleasure.  When I had finally worked two fingers into him I could
tell he was ready and I removed them gently.

"He implored me; "No, no.  They feel so good.  Put them back in me.
Please!"

I took a tube of KY from the night stand and quickly applied it to my
fingers and slipped them back inside him.  After a moment I withdrew them
again, to more of Micha's moans of impatience, and applied some to my very
hard erection.  Then I knelt between his still raised and spread legs and
leaned over him, resting my weight on my hands.  I had to be sure.  "Micha,
my love?  Are you sure?"

He opened his eyes and looked at me through the fog of his pleasure.  Then
he looked down at my hard cock nearly touching him.  He reached out to pull
me into him.  "Yes.  Oh God yes.  Put it in me John."

I kept his gaze as I guided myself with my right hand.  I felt the head of
my cock touch his opening and watched his face as he shuddered with the
pleasure of it.  Gently I increased the pressure and slowly the head eased
into him and I felt his spincter slide over and close slightly behind my
glans.  The tiniest wince quickly crossed his sweet face and disappeared.
Then he smiled up at me and punctuated by his gasps, mouthed the words; "I
love you."

I waited and continued to watch as pleasure filled my young boy's face and
eyes.  Then I gradually completed our union feeling the tight heat of his
insides slide along the length of my cock.  When I felt my balls softly
touch his backside I reached under Micha's shoulders and gripped them from
behind.  I kissed his left ear and whispered to him.  "Now we are one Micha
and no one can ever take this from us.  I love you with all my heart and,
no matter what, I always will.  His legs encircled me and he held me tight.
I started to move inside him.

We alternately kissed with passion and ground our bodies together as we
grunted and moaned.  I knew it wouldn't be long.  We had dreamed of this
moment for so long.  We let ourselves go and after a couple of minutes
Micha began to get erratic and the noises he was making became quite
urgent.  I felt myself start that last build up and just before I was there
he let out a high pitched whine and I could feel hot wet spurts between us.
It was indescribable as I was shaken by my own orgasm and flooded his
insides with wave after wave of one of the hardest cums of my life.

For one brief moment our hearts and breaths stopped as I looked into his
eyes and saw the bottomless well of his adoration, love and satisfaction.
His legs held me fast inside him as my arms began to falter.  I sank to my
elbows again and we sobbed and cried together.  The emotions were very
intense for I had finally found someone who needed me and he had found the
one who could fulfill his needs.  He was finally loved ... finally home.
Home sweet home.

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Author's Greetings: I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all
for your great e-mail support since I started posting on Nifty this past
spring.  It is very gratifying to know that my hobby brings some pleasure
to others as well as myself.  There is no way to express just how much all
the positive input and sharing of ideas and writing techniques has meant to
me.

Now that the busy holiday season is upon us, I probably wont be posting
again until 2002.  In the mean time, may you and yours (Both real and in
fantasy!) enjoy the joys and blessings of this holiday season and the
coming new year.

AmateurishWriter@aol.com