Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 07:19:16 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: St. Petersburg Vacation 03 (Adult/Youth) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between adult males, teens, and boys. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. All the events and characters in this story are entirely a work of fiction. Nothing in this story is meant to show approval of or advocate the behavior of the characters, including the practice of unprotected sex. The author retains all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publishing of this story is allowed without the expressed consent of the author, except by the sites to which the author may have posted it. Please send your constructive comments to Justin0398@aol.com I hope you enjoy the story. St. Petersburg Vacation Part Three by Justin Davis With Denick at the wheel, the blue Mercedes quickly wound its way through the heavy traffic and emerged into the countryside South of St. Petersburg. Apartment buildings, traffic, and the usual congestion of urban life gave way to grassy fields, remote houses, and the natural beauty of rural Russia. As the scenery unfolded before him Jeff couldn't help but think how much some of it looked like the area were his uncle's farm was located in rural Texas. Jeff had enjoyed those seemingly endless weeks he had spent during the summers on his uncle's farm. Those times had been times to get away and forget about the pressures placed on a teenager growing up in the urban sprawl that signifies the Dallas/Fort Worth area of Texas. They had been times when the farm provided him with a welcome remoteness and contrast that had helped him cope with the internal turmoil of being a teen. They had also been times when he and his cousin had experimented with boy-sex and Jeff's curiosity had been aroused. "We are here, man!" Denick's voice intoned over the blare of the radio. Jeff's mind snapped back to the reality of the moment. "Uh?" he said. "I said we are here," Denick repeated. "Oh, yeah sure," Jeff replied. The Mercedes slowed and Denick turned onto a dirt road lined with trees. In fact the whole area seemed to be almost like a forest with very few patches of fields, at least not any that Jeff could see. The scenery continued like that for about a mile or so until the trees gave way to openness. There, in a large clearing, was an elegant Chateaux-like structure with immaculately landscaped grounds. It was a stark contrast to the small farm houses and plain scenery that Jeff had seen on the drive from St. Petersburg. "Well, man, this is it!" Denick said, as he looked at Jeff, and smiled. "Nice digs, huh?" he continued. "Yeah, they are," Jeff said, as his eyes continued to drink in the new surroundings. Denick steered the Mercedes through the gate, around the circular drive, and brought it to a stop in front of the steps and large double doors that were obviously the entrance to the building. It was only a matter of seconds before a young boy, about 14 years old or so dressed in a uniform composed of a white shirt and shorts, emerged through the doors, and headed down the steps toward the parked Mercedes. Almost, immediately, Denick slipped out from under the steering wheel, opened the door, got out, and began to converse with the teen in what Jeff assumed to be Russian. As Jeff began to open the door the teen quickly grabbed hold of the outside handle and pulled the door open for him the rest of the way. Now that he was closer, Jeff's eyes drank in the beauty of the young teen as the got out of the car. The young teen's hair was a sandy blonde color. His eyes were a piercing shade of green. Greener, Jeff thought, than any he had ever seen before. The uniform-like outfit the young man wore on highlighted his good-looking features more. Jeff could not help but smile at the young teen as their eyes met. He was greeted with a smile in return. "This is Kostya," Denick spoke up, breaking Jeff's trance somewhat. "He is one of the newer guys on staff here," Denick continued. "Hello, Kostya," Jeff said, again looking into the teen's eyes. "Hello!" Kostya replied with just a trace of an accent. "If you will follow me for your meeting, Kostya will take care of your luggage and make sure everything is prepared in your room," Denick intoned, again diverting Jeff from his attention to the young teen. "Meeting?" Jeff asked "Yes, we don't want to keep Mr. Provaloff waiting," Denick replied. Jeff followed as Denick escorted him up the steps to the entrance of the Chateaux. He glanced back at the Mercedes and noticed that Kostya was busily unloading the suitcases from the trunk. As Jeff once again gazed at the youth Kostya looked up at him. Once again the eyes of the two meet and the youth smiled. "He is a nice-looking kid instant he?" Denick remarked as they headed up the steps, shaking Jeff once again from his attentions to the youth. "Yeah, he is," Jeff remarked. Denick led Jeff through doors of the Chateaux into a large entrance hall decorated with artwork, ceramics, and plants. Everything was obviously expensive and done in very good taste. Jeff's attention to the furnishings was distracted by several uniformed youths, younger than Kostya, but equally good looking, who were walking together toward some destination conversing in Russian. "If you will wait here for a minute please!" Denick intoned, as he halted beside two large wooden doors. Denick knocked on one of the closed doors and a voice, obviously saying something in Russian, came from behind them. Denick entered the chamber while Jeff looked about him and continued to drink in the surroundings. Again his attention to the furnishings and artwork were distracted by two other uniformed youths that chatted with each other as they passed. Jeff's attention was distracted from then by the opening of one of the doors. "Please come in Mr. Provoloff will see you now,'" Denick said beckoning Jeff in. As Jeff entered the room a short, balding, rather stocky man arose from the large wooden desk behind which he was seated. "Kak dela?" the man asked as he rose from his chair and headed around the desk towards Jeff. Jeff's obviously blank stare told the man what he needed to know. "Ah, I see you obviously do not speak our language," he said, with just a trace of an accent as he approached Jeff. "I was asking how things are with you," he continued. "I am Mr. Provoloff, welcome Mr. Mattson!" The stocky man said holding out his hand. "Uh, I am fine," Jeff said as he extended his hand and shook hands with the gentleman. "Please have a seat!" the man said pointing to one of the over-stuffed chairs close by. As Jeff and the gentlemen sat down Jeff glanced around the room and noticed the Denick has disappeared. His gaze returned to the middle-aged gentleman who sat there smiling. "Mr. Mattson," the gentleman began, "in order to make your stay here as rewarding and pleasant as possible I must go over some of the ground rules of our resort." "Sure!" Jeff replied, now giving the man his full attention. "First of all, not every young man and boy you see here is at your disposal. For example, Denick has already told you that he is off limits has he not?" "Yes, he has," Jeff replied. "Well, there are others too," the man continued. "Any of the uniformed boys are off-limits. Most of them are new and are in training." Provoloff continued. "I see," Jeff replied half-heartedly as he remembered how stunning Kostya had looked. "In a moment Denick will show you to your cottage," the man continued. "There you will find a video tape, as well as a booklet, which will provide you with a background on the boys available for your pleasure," Provoloff continued. Jeff continued to listen intently. "Once you have selected a young man, inform Denick. He will take care of things from there, Do you a have any questions at this point?" Provoloff asked. "No, I don't think so right now," Jeff replied half-certainly. "Well, if you do Denick will be able to answer almost anything for you. I will get him to show you to your quarters." Provoloff got up from the chair, walked over to his desk, pressing what appeared to be a button located just to the right of the telephone. In a matter of seconds one of wooden doors to the office opened. It was Denick. "Yes sir?" Denick said entering the room. "Show Mr. Mattson to his quarters, Denick, and please make his comfortable," Provoloff said. "This way, sir," Denick replied motioning to the door. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us Mr. Mattson," Provoloff said and held out his hand. "Thank you!" Jeff said as he took the stocky man's hand and shook it. "I am sure I will," Jeff continued. Jeff followed Denick out of the office into the entrance hall as Denick reached and closed the door behind them. "This way please," Denick said motioning Jeff toward a door to their right. They stepped through the door into a sunlit courtyard. Jeff immediately noticed uniformed young man, of about 13 or so, sitting at the wheel of an electric cart typical of the ones he had seen at large hotels in the states. Jeff followed Denick into the rear seat as Denick said something in Russian to the driver that was obviously in Russian. The youth started the cart and steered it toward one of the concrete paths that seemed to radiate like spokes of a wheel from the woods that surrounded the estate. "We will be at your cottage in just a few minutes," Denick said as he again flashed a smile at Jeff. Denick noticed the questioning look on Jeff's face and the wonder in his eyes as they darted around and took in the grounds of the estate. "Obviously, you are not our only guest," Denick continued. "In case Mr. Provoloff didn't tell you there are other guests here but you probably won't see them," Denick stated in a business-like manner. "Each cottage is self-contained and there is a small staff assigned to each one that will take care of your needs. I am in charge of the staff at your cottage," Denick continued as the cart moved along the path through the trees and toward what looked like to Jeff was a white two-story structure much too big to be described as a cottage. They came to a halt in front of the somewhat modern-looking structure. Jeff followed Denick's lead and got out of the cart. "Welcome, to your home for the next two weeks," Denick said, again flashing that contagious smile. Jeff followed Denick through the front door into the cottage amazed at how modern the furnishings were. It was as if someone had shopped at a typically American-style furniture store and chosen the best quality available. As Jeff glanced intently around the room he was startled somewhat by Denick's voice barking something loudly in Russian. As if from no where there scurried into the room five boys, which Jeff guessed must be from the ages of 9 to 12 or so, all with blonde hair and all equally naked. They lined up before Jeff and Denick like troops waiting for inspection. The sight caused Jeff to give a sharp intake of breath as he felt a stir in his groin area. He immediately felt a little uneasy as he noticed the older and more developed of the boys was quite well endowed for his age and already had a small tuft of pubic hair above his uncut dick. As a matter of fact, Jeff couldn't help but notice all the young boys were uncut and seemed well endowed for their ages. Jeff could feel his face flush and he knew it must have been turning red. "This is cottage staff," Denick stated rather matter of factly. "Uh, hello!" Jeff said, when he finally managed to get some words to come out. The boys looked at each other and giggled. "Guys, this is Jeff," Derrick said in English. "Hello, Jeff," the older of the boys stated in perfect English, as he stepped forward and held out his hand. Jeff shook the older boy's hand, trying not to be too obvious as his eyes scanned over the boy's body. Each boy followed the older of the boys in turn until all of them had greeted Jeff. Jeff looked at Denick who again was smiling at him. "You are surprised I see that they speak English," Denick remarked, making no reference to the fact that Jeff was probably more surprised by their naked state than their ability to speak English. "Hopefully, there will be many more pleasant surprises for you while you are with us," Denick stated and grinned once again. Denick barked something in Russian and the boys hurried as quickly as they had appeared. "If you will follow me, I will give you a tour of your cottage," Denick said in very business like manner. Denick's tour of the accommodations left Jeff more amazed at each turn. Besides the living and dining area downstairs, there was a well-equipped work out room just off of the main area. Upstairs, there was an entertainment room with large-screen TV, a pool table, a bar, and a large sofa. The large cushion-like pillows scattered around the floor in front of the television gave the room a rather homey atmosphere. Jeff noticed that the entertainment center had racks full of tapes and cartridges, a Sony game system, and several video tape decks. The bedroom and bath were even more mind boggling. A giant whirlpool tub directly in the center highlighted the bathroom, which seemed as large as Jeff's apartment living room back home. The walls were covered with mirrors. As Jeff glanced around, the fact wasn't lost on him that his favorite cologne and other toiletries were carefully set out on the counter around the lavatory. As the tour continued Jeff noticed his clothes had already been hung neatly in the large walk-in closet. The bedroom was equally large. A king-size bed dominated the room. Denick's words were lost on Jeff as he drank in the furnishings that would make up his surroundings for the next two weeks. As Mr. Provoloff had stated, Jeff noticed that on the nightstand next to the bed were videotape and a large folder of some sort. Again, he was shocked out of his daze by Denick's voice. "Well, I guess that explains about everything," Denick said. "Dinner will be at six and its clothing optional around here so wear what you feel comfortable with," he continued. "Thanks!" Jeff said as his eyes continued to roam around the bedroom, "Oh, you might want to look at the tape and the folder before dinner. If you have any questions about anything I can help you,'' Denick continued. "Yeah, I will do that," Jeff stated as he again glanced over at the nightstand upon which lay the videotape and massive folder. Denick left and Jeff went over to the nightstand and opened the folder. There, on the very first page, was a picture of a nude youth about 14 or so. Jeff's eyes glanced down below the picture and it was obvious, from the information he saw there, that there was a general description of the teen and other information. He closed the folder and laid it back upon the nightstand. Maybe later he would look at it. Right now he was just too tired. Jeff lay down upon the bed and drifted off to sleep. To be continued.............