Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2007 08:07:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 11 Moscow

Around the World 11 Moscow

Copyright2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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Marie knew the day was going to be tiring, but Juan and Pepito were too
restless to relax. They were sitting in the Athens airport, having taken
Olympic flight 7 back from Naxos. It was only 2:20 in the afternoon and
they had more than four hours to kill, before Olympic 319 would take them
to Istanbul.

"Where's Istanbul?"

"In Turkey."

"In a durkey?" Pepito giggled.

"Don't worry. We're only going to be there 5-6 hours. Then we're on our
way to Moscow."

"Why don't we go right to Mosgow from here?"

"I wish we could, but the planes don't fly that way."

"Moscow is in Russia, right?"

"That's right, Juan."

"Did Julius Caesar gon-ger Russia?"

"No, Pepito."

"Doo bad."

Juan's turn again: "Do they drive on the right side?"

"You bet."

"What's the age of consent there?"

"16. Damn it, Maria, why do you always smile when Juan asks me that?"

"It's a little something I know. You don't have all the answers. I'll
tell you when the time is right. I promise."

"Tell you what, why don't you boys come with me? Maybe was can find a
video arcade or something."

"Yippee."

"Maria, we'll be back in a while."

It was a little after 8 PM when they landed in Istanbul. By the time they
grabbed a bite to eat, the boys were tired and did indeed fall asleep in
the airport. When Aeroflot 206 bound for Moscow boarded it was nearly 2
AM. Maria carried Pepito and Malcolm carried Juan, both boys fast asleep.
Once the plane was in the air a few minutes, the two adults were also
asleep.

At about a quarter to six, December 16, they woke to find the plane was
taxiing. Snowflakes were starting to fall. They were in Moscow where they
would stay through Christmas.

.oOo.

The man at the car rental desk spoke English and gave clear directions to
the Ararat Hyatt. Malcolm had read the guide books and thought this hotel
was in a good location.

When he checked in and requested a suite, he was given the Winter Garden
suite. Was he amazed when he opened the door. It was huge!

Juan was impressed also, "Wow, this place is great, Malcolm!"

Maria couldn't get over her accommodations. "Look at my bedroom, Señor.
It's grande. A king size bed just for me. A walk-in closet so I can hang
up all my clothes and not look all wrinkled. And the bathroom, Señor,
it's all marble and so big."

"I bet we're gonna sleep here in the living room," Pepito correctly
surmised, as he started taking off all his clothes. "So Mama we gotta
walk into your room to go peepee."

"No, Pepito," said Juan who was opening every door. "Look, we got our own
bathroom right here! Wow. And shit, look, a big flat TV on the wall!" He
started fiddling with the remote, scanning all the Russian language
stations.

"Juan, here's something even better to look at." Maria was standing by
the window. Red Square, all lit up, was only two blocks away.

Before Maria went to bed, she handed out the complimentary robes the
hotel provided, big fluffy white robes all in an adult size. The males
put them on but of course didn't close them. Instead, two naked boys, two
naked bears, and one naked Malcolm sat for a long while on the couch
looking out the window, peacefully wanking. With the snow falling, it
looked like a magical fantasy land. Malcolm kissed the boys. "Tseluyu."
The boys kissed their bears. All was right with the world.

.oOo.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, Malcolm found two boys sucking
on his cock and balls. "You guys sure know how to make a man happy." He
closed his eyes again and bathed in the pleasure. "Do you think Mama is
awake yet?" The boys shook their heads. "Well, then there's no reason for
us to rush either." After a while, the dual fellation had accomplished
its task and the lads were taking turns drinking at the fountain. Malcolm
relaxed and hugged his darling cocksuckers just before Maria opened her
bedroom door, and walked out fully dressed.

"Hi, Mama." Both boys had cum dribbling down their precious chins.

"Buenos días, boys. I see you've made yourself at home."

"Don't I get a 'buenos días,' Maria?"

"Oh, Señor Malcolm, you know you are one of my boys! Come, out of bed,
put your robes on, look out the window. Isn't the snow lovely?"

"You're right, Maria, we should get up and start seeing this city."
Malcolm was having second thoughts about driving however.

The small bathroom, which they dubbed the Mens Room, had no bath so the
three boys took turns using the Ladies Room in Maria's bedroom. After his
turn, Juan sat down to write his blog since the room had internet access.

"Malgum, Malgum, come here." Thinking Pepito had a problem, Malcolm
rushed into the bathroom. "Feel the floor, Malgum."

As he stood there in his bare feet, Malcolm discovered the floor was
heated. "Now, that's luxury, Pepito."

"Malgum, you want to dake your baff wiff me?"

"Well, that would save some time, little man." But of course, efficiency
wasn't really what made him agree. In a few minutes, he was lying in the
tub, little Pepito on his lap, soaking in Blaise Mautin bubble bath. We
won't know who was enjoying the intimacy more.

They ate breakfast at the Cafe Ararat. A wide array of cereals, fruit,
juices, cheeses, and yogurts.

"Is dere rats in this hodel?"

"Pepito! Why would you say that?"

"Cause its galled a rat hodel." Everybody laughed. Malcolm explained the
hotel was named for a mountain in Turkey. Then Maria explained how Noah's
Ark landed on Mt. Ararat.

"Did you learn that story from the nuns, Mama?"

"Si, Juan. I learned lots of things from the nuns. But mostly I learned
that God loves me. And God loves you too, Juan. And God loves Pepito."

"Does God love Malcolm, Mama."

"Si, si, Malcolm is a good man. God has a special place in his heart for
Señor Malcolm."

Malcolm smiled, "Well, that's a relief!"

.oOo.

There was a shop right by the hotel where the family outfitted themselves
with coats, Russian fur hats, boots, and gloves to properly face a Moscow
winter. Then they walked over to Red Square.

"Loogit dose funny roofs, Mama."

"That's St. Basil's Cathedral, Pepito."

"It's a church? Wow. It doan loog lige a church."

Malcolm, always concerned for the boys' education, had done some reading
up. "It was built almost 500 years ago by Ivan the Terrible."

Juan frowned, "Why was he terrible?"

"He was the Tsar. That was what they used to call their kings. Tsar is
the Russian word for Caesar. And guess how old he was when he became
Tsar. Three. So, when he was your age, he was ruling Russia. But he
wasn't very happy. He even threw cats and dogs out of his window."

"That IS terrible."

"Then when he built St. Basil's here, he loved the look of it so much,
that he didn't want the architects to ever build anything else as
beautiful, so he blinded them.

"Shit, he was really bad."

"Yeah, he killed a lot of other people too. Even his own son."

Maria tried to change the direction of the conversation. "But his
cathedral really is beautiful."

The family took a tour of the Kremlin, and saw Lenin's Tomb. "Malgum, can
we buy some gum?"

"Gum? What made you ask that, Pepito?"

"Look, there's a gum store." Pepito was right. GUM was written in huge
letters on the building next to Red Square.

"Pepito, they might have gum there, but they have a whole lot of other
things too. GUM is the largest store in Moscow." For several hours, the
family walked under the glass roof and checked out all the different
stores. Each one was thinking of Christmas just a few days away.

.oOo.

Juan's blog
December 20 - Dobry den'! Zdravstvujte! Kak vashi dela? (That means "How
are you?") U menya vsyo khorosho. (That means "I am fine.") We're still
in Moscow. Rozhdestvom (Christmas) is coming. We bought a plastic tree at
the GUM store and we made decorations out of colored paper, so our hotel
room is like being back home, well almost. There is sure a lot of snow
here. Malcolm isn't driving. Instead we take the Metro to go everywhere.
That's this train that goes underground. It's real easy to find out how
to go; we just follow the right color. And the signs are in English. And
the stations are real pretty. Real fancy and clean and not smelly. And
guess what, by every station there's a McDonald's. That's where we went
to the bathroom.

Poka vsyo. Do svidaniya!
Juan

.oOo.

One day they walked along the Moscow River and visited the Novodevichy
Convent and Cemetery. Malcolm pointed out the graves of famous people and
used the opportunity to give the boys a history lesson. He told them
about Khrushchev, and Gromyko, and Stalin (whose wife was buried there).
They learned about Chekhov and Tolstoy. They saw the tombs of several
cosmonauts and Nobel prize winners. When they came to the tomb of
Shostakovich, Malcolm began tra-la-ling the fast happy melody from
Festive Overture Opus 96, and everyone laughed. He also told them about
Samuil Marshak. "Marshak was a writer, but he started to work with Jewish
refugees, especially the children. He set up a children's theater and
wrote lots of plays for the kids. Then he started writing poems for them.
He really liked kids."

"Just like you!"

"Yep, just like me. How could I not love two little devils like you
guys." Then he started chasing them through the snow-covered cemetery.

.oOo.

"Maria, remember that magazine Bruce showed us in Dresden?"

"With the beautiful photographs? Si."

"Yes. Yung Und Frei. Well, one of the photographers was Alexander Krivon.
His studio is here in Moscow."

"Si, I remember his pictures. They were bello, hermoso. Could we go to
his studio? Maybe we can buy some of his fotografías."

"Well, we can at least look."

All along the studio walls were beautiful photos of beautiful children in
beautiful poses. Even the boys could see this was true art. In the
display cases were note cards, posters and calendars from which young
innocent eyes peered out. Maria wanted to buy them all, but
unfortunately, Malcolm didn't see any that he could safely bring through
customs back into the States. Then he noticed a man was standing beside
them.

"Hello, Comrade." Malcolm bristled, remembering Toffe who kept using the
word, Kamrat. Uh oh, another pervert. "You have two handsome boys here.
Let me guess, American? Latin American?"

"Si, my husband, God bless his soul, and I are from Mexico. But Malcolm
here is from the United States. And the boys were born in America."

"Ah, their complexion is so beautiful. What previous modeling have they
done?"

"Excuse me, Señor. My boys are not models, hehe."

"Oh, forgive me. Parents are always bringing their children to me to pose
for my photographs. I just assumed."

"You are Señor Krivon?"

"Ja. I am."

"Oh, Señor, your photographs are so beautiful. So many lovely children."
Malcolm was breathing easier now.

"Listen, would you mind if I just took a few snaps of your boys to see?
Most of my subjects are Europeans. I'd love to see how the camera likes
your lovely children."

They followed Krivon into his studio. "Now, boys, just relax. Talk to
each other. I'm just going to go around snapping pictures. Don't mind me.
. . . Vy ochen' krasivy. Oh, yes. That's it. Perfect. Very nice. Do me a
favor, Juan is it? Yes, just unbutton your shirt. Oh, lovely. OK, boys,
you see that box of toys there. Why don't you guys play a while. I'd like
a word with your mother."

Krivon slipped the digital camera into a machine that projected the
pictures on to a screen. Juan and Pepito were more interested in his high
tech equipment than in the toys, so they joined Malcolm and their mother.
"Maria, as you can see, your children are very photogenic. Pozhalujsta,
I'd like to offer you a contract."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't pay for fancy pictures."

"No, no, you don't understand. I want to pay your sons to model for a
photo shoot. They have just the kind of personalities my customers love
to see in young boys. I'm willing to offer you 25,000 rubles.

Juan began calculating in his head. "Shit, that's like a thousand
dollars."

"Oh, Señor, you will publish pictures of my Juan and Pepito? You mean
like in that magazine?

"Actually, I was thinking more of a calendar. I'm sure a year's worth of
these gorgeous boys would sell well. Not for next year of course, it's
almost Novym Godom, New Year. But the year after."

"Come on, Mama, let's do it, please?"

"You would have to save the money in the bank for your college."

"Please?"

Malcolm finally spoke up. "Maria, let me speak to the boys alone. Come
here, Juan, Pepito. Listen. You know you're going to be naked in these
pictures, just like all the ones we saw on the wall." The boys nodded.
"And when some people see your pictures, like your mother, they'll see
something beautiful, something artistic." More nods. "But there are other
people, some men, who will buy these pictures and look at them so they
can jerk off."

"You mean like when you get BelAmi movies to jerk off, Malcolm?"

"Yes, and some men will be like that Toffe. They will only see you as
something sexual. They will fantasize about fucking you."

"Is Señor Krivon like that?"

"No, I know he isn't. But some of his customers probably are."

"Will we ever meet those bad men?"

"No, never. I just want you to be aware of them before you say yes. And
don't do it just because it's a lot of money. Never agree to do anything
you don't want to do just for money, boys."

Juan thought about watching his hero Karel back in Brussels. Of course,
this time it isn't a movie, but still it was lights and cameras and
nakedness. "But if we want to do it, it's OK with you?"

"Yes."

"Yippee. It's going to be fun." They went running back to their mother.
Krivon brought his secretary in and a contract was drawn up in English,
so there would be no misunderstanding. Malcolm analyzed every word. Maria
insisted on a clause stipulating that one pose show both boys from the
chest up; a picture that she and Malcolm could legally take back home
with them. The secretary showed Juan where to sign, and then Pepito who
felt so grown up signing a big important document, and finally Maria as
legal guardian. Malcolm handed over his credit card, so the funds could
be wired directly into his account.

Maria and Malcolm sat behind Krivon as he adjusted lights and began
snapping. He told the boys which way to face, to smile, to talk about
their bears. Gradually, the shirts came off, and he kept snapping. Then
the pants. "Vy ochen' krasivy." The boys sat on chairs, lay on the floor,
romped on a bed, and just stood, not the least embarrassed that a man was
taking hundreds of pictures of their lovely naked bodies. Sometimes he
handed them hats, toys and other props. The lights were warm, and they
had not yet eaten lunch, and both boys began to get a little tired.
Krivon told them to lie down on the bed, and soon he was snapping
pictures of two napping Chicano babies.

He quietly turned off the bright lights, and the adults walked out
leaving the boys sleeping. "You took so many pictures, Señor Krivon."

"About three hundred. But don't worry. I'll use the twelve best ones for
the calendar, and you'll get a nice picture to take home, and all the
rest will be destroyed. I am a professional. I will not pull anything
underhanded. Let me tell you, I am very pleased. Your boys were
wonderful. They should consider being models."

That night, Pepito announced he was going to publish a bear calendar. He
pretended to take pictures of Oso and Rascal, telling them to smile, to
lay on the bed. "Oh, yes. Dat's it. Perfeg. Very nice. Do me a favor,
Rasgal, dake off your pants. Si. Oh, lovely. You should gunsidder being a
model."

.oOo.

The next day was Christmas Eve. They ate supper in the Conservatory
lounge on the top floor of the hotel, where they could look out over
Moscow, and count their blessings. Maria began reciting a poem she had
once learned by Sara Teasdale:
"I stood beside a hill smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out from the cold evening glow.
There was no other creature that saw what I could see --
I stood and watched the evening star as long as it watched me."

Then Juan surprised everyone by reciting Moore's "A Visit From St.
Nicholas." He had looked it up on the internet and memorized it. Then
Malcolm recited "Jest 'Fore Christmas," the poem his father recited every
year he was growing up. Even he was surprised he could remember it. Then
they went around the corner to a tiny Orthodox church for midnight mass.
Juan was awestruck by all the robes, the icons, the bells. Malcolm
noticed the congregation was made up mainly of old babushkas who kept
turning around to smile at the two little boys who probably reminded them
of their own grandchildren and great-grandchildren whose parents never
think to bring them to church once they're baptized. Between the strange
chanting and the overwhelming incense, little Pepito was soon asleep.
After nearly an hour, Maria realized the mass was not ending any time
soon. Back in Minnesota, her priest would already be at the door wishing
his parishioners on their way home. Maria whispered to Malco! lm, who
picked up sleeping Pepito and they quietly left to return to the hotel.
Back in bed, Pepito had visions of sugar plums in his head and Malcolm's
cock in his mouth.

The next morning, out of hiding places came the gifts. Somehow, everyone
had managed to secretly get presents. Malcolm gave the boys English
translations of two books of children's poems by Marshak, and Maria a
lovely necklace. Maria gave Malcolm a CD of Shostakovich's Festive
Overture. She gave her children sets of Russian nesting dolls. Juan gave
his mother a souvenir book of St. Basil's, and his brother a toy
kaleidoscope he found at GUM. Even Pepito had found a book about teddy
bears for Juan and a bottle of perfume for his mother. "I dought it
smelled priddy."

"Didn't you boys give Malcolm anything?"

"Don't worry, Maria, when we woke up they gave me a wonderful present."

"Yes, I heard you. You sounded like Santa's reindeer in rut."

"What's rud, Malcolm?"

"That's when the deer make babies."

Pepito started singing, "Juan's gonna have a baby! Juan's gonna have a
baby! Hehe. Oh, mose forgot, I got somefin else for you, Malgum." Pepito
gave him a picture he drew. It showed a man, a lady, two little boys and
two bears. The lady had a pretty red dress. The bears had fur. The man
and the boys were clearly naked with pink penises.

"It's beautiful, Pepito. I will always treasure it."

"I made something too." Juan showed the Twister game he made out of
colored paper. He knew Malcolm always played it on holidays back home.

"Well, come on, then, boys. Let's play." Maria was laughing hysterically.
If watching naked people play Twister is funny, watching them wrestle
with big fluffy oversized bathrobes might be even funnier.

Marie was about to get washed when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Juan went running his bathrobe flying open.

"Ot vsey dushi pozdravlyayu tebya s Rozhdestvom! In other words, Merry
Christmas, comrades." It was room service delivering the huge breakfast
Malcolm had ordered.

"I thought it would be nicer to eat in this morning."

"Oh," the hotel employee continued, "this arrived for you by courier this
morning." Malcolm took the large mysterious envelope, tipped the man
(hoping it was sufficient) and closed the door.

"Who could this be from?" He tried to make out the writing on the
envelope but it was all in cyrillic lettering. So he opened it. The note
inside read, "Merry Christmas, Maria and Malcolm, from Alexander Krivon."
And there were two 16x20 prints of the most beautiful boys in the world
-- from the chest up.