Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 21:42:02 EST
From: Sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Three Orphans Adjust to America

The following is a work of fiction.  It contains scenes of teen/tween sex
and man/teen/tween sex.  If you somehow found this story and don't like
that kind of action then please leave and watch where you're surfing in the
future.

If you do then read on and email me at sidg0714@cs.com and let me know how
you liked it.


Three Orphans Adjust to America
By Sid G. Copyright 2005


	Sid looked down from the balcony at the three boys sunbathing naked
by the pool.  The pasty complexions and too thin bodies of three weeks ago
were gone.  Under his and Mikhail's watchful eyes, and thorough use of sun
block, the boys had become well tanned and well fed.

	Sid's cell phone rang.  The caller ID showed it was his lawyer so
he took the call.

	"Hi Bob, what's up?" Sid said.

	"Not much Daddy."

	"It's all official and legal?  I'm their guardian?" Sid said.

	"No, you're their adoptive father as of twenty minutes ago.  I
convinced the judge and the social services people that you're social
standing, spotless reputation plus your being fluent in Russian and the
boys trust in you means more than normal procedure."

	"And a promise I'll show my gratitude at their next fundraisers?"
Sid said and chuckled.

	"Well, you've always been generous to both in the past," Bob said
and the two men laughed.

	"Take care, see you for lunch soon," Sid said and hung up.  He
immediately called Bob back.

	"What?" Bob said not at all surprised.

	"Citizenship."

	"Paperwork has already been started."

	"You're the best, see you," Sid said and hung up again.

	He stared down at his three legally adopted sons and smiled what
might have been the biggest smile of his life.

	"What's up boss?" Mikhail said from the door.

	Sid told him the news and they hugged.  The two men had been lovers
once, in the years right after Sid rescued the Kiev street rat and brought
him to America.  The sex had slowly dwindled and then stopped but the love
and friendship kept growing.  Mikhail was now a vice-president in Sid's
company and besides being the boss' main confidant handled dealings with
Russia and other former Eastern block countries.

	Sid on the other hand was American born and bred.  His Russian came
naturally though since his grandparents and parents on both sides had
immigrated from Mother Russia and made sure he'd spoken their native
language from childhood.  His parents had started a company that made and
distributed napkins, paper cups and similar items for local restaurants and
stores.  The company grew and when Walt Disney announced the building of
Disney World and EPCOT they were ready to be a major supplier for the
construction crews, the park itself when it opened along with all the other
restaurants and subsequent theme parks that opened in the greater Orlando
area.

	By the time Sid became president his father bragged if you wiped
your face in Orlando it was with a Moskovitz napkin.  Under Sid's
leadership the company continued to expand.  When Euro Disney opened Sid
got the contract for that as well to the dismay of French companies.  When
he bought a Russian factory he'd come in contact with the Russian mafia and
come to an accommodation.

	This in the long run brought him to his three sons.

	"We're due in the office in an hour," Mikhail said, "When you going
to tell them the news?"

	"Tonight at supper and call my parents up and invite them too.
Tell them I promise to tell them my secret," Sid said.

	"Sounds like a plan.  Remind the boys on what to say and not to say
before they arrive," Mikhail said.

	"That may be the easy part, telling them to get dressed is getting
harder for those three Floridians," Sid said.

	Twenty minutes later Sid walked out to the pool and Misha, Sasha
and Sevias jumped out of the pool and ran over to him.  He held out his
hands and stopped them before their wet bodies soaked his suit.

	Switching to Russian Sid said, "I'm off to the office boys but I'll
be back before dinner.  Now my parents are coming to meet you so remember
your stories.  And yes you have to be properly dressed in shirt, shorts and
sandals."

	"Stories are easy Dad, true just leaving one part out," Misha said.

	"And since your parents we won't even complain about wearing
clothes," Sasha said.

	"Do they speak Russian as good as you?" Sevias asked.

	"They taught me, they were born in Russia and came here with their
parents when they were very young.  They'll love talking to you in
Russian," Sid said.

	He bent over and gave each boy a kiss on the head and left for the
office.



	An hour later Boris, the butler, called the boys inside for lunch.
The three rinsed off in the outdoor shower and wrapped their towels around
their still slender waists.

	"Very good, you remembered to protect your privates this time,"
Boris said when the boys entered the dining room.

	"Why do you call them privates?" Sasha asked as he sat.

	"Because that is what that area is called here in America because
most of the time you keep them private to yourselves and not show
everybody," Boris said as he placed a platter of hamburgers and fries in
front of the boys.

	"Like for Sid's parents tonight?" Sevias asked.

	"Exactly, and in front of any guests Sid has or in front of
Natasha.  Even if for her it means covering yourself with your hand.  There
is nothing wrong being naked at the proper time and in proper place but
that is not all day every day.  Now eat and then go watch television.
You've had enough sun for today."

	"Yes Boris," the three boys said through mouthfuls of hamburgers.

	"And don't talk with your mouths full," Boris said and left.

	"Why not in front of Natasha?" Sevias asked.

	"Because she's Boris' girlfriend and he doesn't want her
comparing," Misha said.

	"Makes sense," Sevias said.



	"Wish knew what they were saying, somebody's laughing at
something," Misha said as they watched TV later on.

	"Yeah, but they'll tell us to learn English," Sasha said.

	"Shouldn't we?  Dad knows both so why not us?" Sevias said.

	"Brother, he grew up with both and none of us have had one day of
school.  I can't even write or read Russian.  How we going to school with
kids our age who've been learning their whole lives," Misha said bitterly.

	"Dad'll find way," Sasha said and kissed his boyfriend.  Gently at
first, then deeply.  Sevias watched and none of them noticed that Boris had
been in the doorway the whole time.

	The kissing got hotter as Misha and Sasha forgot about the
television and let their fingertips trace along their love's bodies.  Hands
they enjoyed seeing lose the hard coarseness gained in the orphanage's coal
mine.  Their fingers found cock and began to stroke it.

	Sevias lay back in his chair.  While his right hand played with his
nipples his left rubbed his cock and balls while he listened to his brother
and friend make love.  Even though he was the youngest of the three boys he
could tell that what the two did now was different than when they made
movies together or performed for men.  Those had been enjoyable because it
let them, and him as well, have sex.  But this was more natural, less
structured and timed.  But more importantly Sevias saw and heard the love,
the true love between the two boys.

	On the floor Misha was on his back and Sasha was above him in a 69.
The middle boy in age went slowly up and down, controlling the action at
both ends.

	Misha's fears of minutes earlier were forgotten for the moment as
the dual action filled him with joy.

	Sasha stopped and rose, "Make love to me."

	Misha held his rigid teen cock up while his lover slowly squatted
down.  Both boys jumped at the spark lust ignited when rosebud met
cockhead.  They giggled, blew each other a kiss and this time when Sasha's
hole met Misha's cock it slipped right in.  Misha bucked up as Sasha slowly
took him in.

	He looked for his younger brother and got concerned when he
couldn't see him but then he heard the panting coming from the chair and
smiled at his brother's pleasure.

	Sevias was indeed in the throes of self-lust.  His legs were over
his head and his pulsing cock was leaking precum directly into his mouth.

	When ass met pubes Misha and Sasha kissed deeply and Misha started
slow shallow thrusting in and out of Sasha's love canal while Sasha's cock
was rubbed between the two six-packs.

	When he heard Sevias' panting get heavier Misha sped up and began
long stroking while maintaining the deep kiss.

	"Oh yeah, oh yeah, going to cum, fill my mouth with my cum, oh
yeah, oh hell," Sevias screamed the last and fired his load in a perfect
arc into his waiting mouth.  Only the last couple of drops missed and those
he scooped up with his finger and ate.

	Misha took hold of Sasha's leg and rolled him onto his back without
pulling all the way out.  As soon as they were in position he began
pounding hard and fast.  Both boys shouted lustful words of encouragement
and love.  Sasha' was now stroking his own cock, matching the pace of
Misha's thrusts.

	Without warning Misha buried himself deep inside Sasha and fired
his load.  He fired deep and across Sasha's prostate sending Sasha over the
edge and he blew his load over both their chests.

	They kept going until both were drained and then collapsed against
each other.

	When he caught his breath Sevias said, "I'm going up to clean up
and nap."

	"Sounds like a good idea," Sasha said, "We'll be up as soon as we
recover."

	"That may be a while," Misha said and they all laughed.



	Sevias went to his room and tried to sleep.  The fact that he was
more bored than tired didn't help.  Especially when combined with thoughts
racing through his head that wouldn't slow down.

	The twelve-year-old finally got out of bed, slipped on a pair of
shorts and stared out his window.  His room overlooked the front of the
estate and out to the road beyond.  Down the block he saw other children
playing and wondered if he'd ever meet them, play regular children games
with them.  He knew the only way to do it was to learn English but Misha's
comments scared him.  He couldn't read or write Russian either and the only
skills he'd been taught involved sex and coal mining.

	"Tonight I'll go to Sid's bed and after sex I'll ask him if he's
willing for me to learn English and other things," Sevias said.

	Sevias felt better and continued watching the other children.  At
one point he saw a boy about his age take his shirt off and Sevias found
himself harden and wondered.  He leaned closer to the closed window and
thought he saw the boy looking up at him.  He waved and the boy waved back
before turning and waving to the other children he was playing with.  Three
more boys appeared and they stared up at him.  Sevias waved again and
watched in a mixture of fear and excitement as they came closer to the
gates surrounding his house.

	Before they got there though a woman came out to the sidewalk from
the house where the four boys had been playing and Sevias saw her saying
something and then the boys shook their heads and turned back.  When they
reached the woman the boys pointed at him and Sevias waved again.  The
woman waved and shook her head and pointed back at her house and the boys
went in.

	Sevias wondered why she wouldn't let the boys come to him.  Did she
know about his past?  If that was the case he'd never make friends.  He lay
on his bed and felt tears start but forced them back and decided it was
another thing to talk to Sid about after sex.  Finally he fell asleep.



	"So what's the big surprise?" Rachael Moskovitz said as she kissed
her son.

	"Must be important if it keeps you out of the office so much," Erik
Moskovitz said prying his wife off his oldest son.

	"It is, they are I guess is better.  Picked them up on my last trip
to Russia."

	"My son the polygamist," Erik said and chuckled.

	"Not quite, Mikhail can you bring them in please," Sid said.

	"It'll be fine darling, no reason to be nervous," his mother said
and squeezed his hand.

	Sid smiled and bent down and kissed her cheek as Mikhail opened the
door.  He motioned Sid over.

	Sid followed Mikhail into the room and held his hands out.  The
three well dressed boys ran over.

	"Scared, what happens if they don't like us or approve?" Misha
said.

	"If they don't then they'll learn to because we're family and
you're not going anywhere.  I brought you here because I care about all of
you."

	"Even me?" Sevias blurted out and turned away.

	"Even you little one.  I'm so happy Misha insisted I meet you and
bring you along.  Now your grandparents are waiting and wondering why the
big surprise won't come out so are we ready?"

	Misha and Sasha took hold of one hand and Sevias the other and then
they all nodded.

	"I'll get the door Sid," Mikhail said and opened the connecting
door.

	The boys moved behind him but kept up with his slow steps.  Sid was
glad to see his parents sitting on the couch furthest away from the door.
As soon as they were through the door Sid pulled his arms out and three
nervous boys came out.

	"Mom, Dad I'd like you to meet my three adopted sons.  The tall one
here is Misha who is fourteen; the one hiding between him and me is Sasha
thirteen and on the other hand is the youngest of my three sons and Misha's
biological brother Sevias who's twelve.  Sons these are my parents, your
grandparents, Grandpa Erik and Grandma Rachael.  You ready to go over and
meet them?"

	"Yes," Sevias and Sasha said.

	"Wait," Misha said, "Did you just say what I think you said?  That
you adopted us?  We're really really your sons now?"

	Sid knelt and looked at each boy in turn with an even bigger smile
than that morning.  "From the moment we left the orphanage you were my
sons.  This morning you became legally my sons and on you're way to
becoming American citizens."

	Microseconds later Sid was on his back being hugged and kissed by
the three boys.  Hugs and kisses he gladly returned.

	Eventually one boy at a time was lifted off him and he thought it
was Mikhail.  When he looked around he saw his parents sitting on one side
of him hugging the boys.  Sevias was crying and Sid picked him up and
leaned him against his chest and stroked his hair as he gently hugged him.

	"I never had parents or grandparents.  Like I was born in
orphanage."

	"I was three and Sevias was almost one when we were put in the
orphanage.  Couple months later they told me they were dead and I stopped
trying to remember.  I've told my brother little I remember but it's not
much.  Life was hard but tried for Sevias' sake and then Sasha arrived and
when we became friends he helped me look after Sevias."

	"Now we feel like real boys again, real boys with families," Sasha
said from Grandpa Erik's lap.

	"Yes," Misha said.

	"That's right, just what I feel," Sevias said.

	"Welcome to the family boys," Grandpa Erik said and was immediately
swarmed.

	"Have you told your brother and sister yet?" Rachael whispered to
her son.

	"Before you?  I wanted to live you know," Sid said and hugged his
mother.



	They moved into the dining room and over dinner the boys told their
new grandparents about their lives in the orphanage.  Everything but the
sex that is.  Despite all his other doubts and fears Misha sensed it
wouldn't make a difference to them but there was no reason for them to
know.

	Erik sensed Sid and his boys were holding something back and had an
idea what it was.  Though he'd moved to America at five he knew many
Russians liked sex with young boys and that they were popular on kiddy porn
sites.  As a leader of the Russian Expatriates Club of Florida he'd
arranged for speakers who reported about the horrible conditions of the
orphanages and what children were made to do.

	"What about schooling?" Rachael said switching to English.

	"I want to learn English and other things," Sevias said in Russian.

	Everybody looked at him in surprise.

	"You know English son?" Sid asked.

	"No, just know when you talk like that it must be English and I
know that I need to learn.  Saw some boys playing up the street earlier and
we waved at each other but can't play with them until I can talk with
them," Sevias said rapidly.

	"We want to learn too," Sasha said before Misha had a chance to say
anything.

	"Want to learn to read and write Russian also.  Do both like you
Dad," Misha said.

	They saw tears on Sid's face and got nervous.

	"If you don't want us to learn that's all right Dad," Misha said.

	"Oh I do, was just waiting for you to be ready.  I've found a
couple who will help you with your Russian, English and other subjects.
They even have a couple sons your age who you'll meet who can help you
learn to be American boys," Sid said.

	"You didn't tell us about other boys," Misha asked Sevias.

	Sevias told everybody what he'd seen earlier and Sid promised that
once they learned a little English he'd try and arrange for them to meet
the boys.



	When he went to bed Sid found Sevias asleep in his bed.  He smiled
at the little angel lying naked on top of the sheets.  The boy's limp three
inch cock caused his own to harden.  After taking care of his night time
ablutions he slipped next to his son and started to reach for the blanket.

	Before he could Sevias reached over and took hold of Sid's flaccid
rod and began stroking it.  Sid stroked the boy's fine hair and sighed.

	"Thanks Dad; tonight meant a lot to me.  Was even going to talk to
you about school and those boys tonight," Sevias said then ran his tongue
over Sid's cockhead.

	As Sevias slowly swallowed his cock Sid, for the first time,
wondered about whether or not it was right to have sex with his sons,
especially now that they were his legally adopted sons.

	Sevias' lips on his pubic hairs and his tongue licking his balls
drove the thought out of his head, at least for the present.

	"Oh yes baby boy, suck my cock with that hot mouth of yours."

	Sevias entertained no doubts about this being right or wrong.  To
him man-boy sex was normal and natural and to be able to have sex with
somebody he loved and knew truly loved him was the most wonderful thing in
the world.

	When he had Sid nice and hard he pulled off, rolled onto his back,
lifted his legs and opened his well used hole for Sid to fill.

	Sid slowly filled it and when trimmed bush hit smooth ass he leaned
down and kissed Sevias on the lips.  Sevias' tongue swept across Sid's lips
and instantly they're tongues were dancing as Sid began to slowly fuck his
youngest.  As many times as Sevias had been fingered and fucked by cocks
and other objects of all sizes his hole still tightened around the loving
member inside.

	As they kissed and made love Sid felt Sevias' hard five inches
rubbing between them and took it in his hand and began stroking it in time
with his fucking.

	The only sounds were those of lust and love.  Sid picked up the
pace of his long stroking.  Sevias felt the cock run across his prostate
and deeper and deeper inside.

	"I'm, I'm cumming," Sevias yelled and shot his load across their
chests.

	Sid reacted to the shout and tightening rectum by thrusting deeply
into Sevias and releasing his load deep into the boy.  Sid kept stroking
both cocks till he was sure there was not a drop of cum left in either.

	The happy boy maneuvered himself to his father's front and with his
father's cock still deep inside of him fell asleep.  Sid watched him for
the few minute before sleep took him as well.



Three months later:

	"Dad do you know it is my birthday in two weeks," Misha slowly said
in English as they ate breakfast together.

	"Yes son, I know you will be fifteen on June 17th.  Would you like
a birthday party?" Sid said.

	"What is that?" Sevias said also in English.

	"Remember when we went over to Uncle Petrov's house when your
cousin Steven turned fourteen and there was cake and ice cream and games to
play?"

	"And we sang Happy Birthday," Sasha said in English.

	"Yes I would like a birthday party.  Can we invite our teachers and
their sons too?" Misha said.

	"That's a very good idea," Sid said, "Since your birthday is on
Saturday we can have the party then without having to worry about work or
school."

	Sasha got up from his chair and whispered in Sid's ear in Russian.

	"Will Sevias and I have chance to buy him presents like Steven
got?"

	Sid nodded and kissed his middle son's forehead.  Sasha beamed and
returned to his chair.

	Boris entered the room and all attention turned to him.

	"It is time for all of you to get ready.  You've got to get to the
office and you boys have school in thirty minutes.  So move it."

	"Yes Sir," the boys said and quickly cleaned their plates.

	Sid waited at the table and watched the three boxer briefs clad
butts ran up the stairs.  He then rose and followed them up.

	On his way out he met Mr. & Mrs. Scolchin and their sons Vladimir
and Ilya.

	"Hello, the boys are getting dressed," Sid said, "But as long as I
have you alone its Misha's fifteenth birthday on June 17 and they boys and
I would like you to come to the party.  If you can make it I'll let you
know the details."

	"Can we Mom, it'll be so cool," Ilya said in that pleading voice
only a young tween can come up with.

	"Depending on your baseball schedules of course we'll come,"
Mrs. Scolchin said.

	"If you have to come late that's quite all right," Sid said.

	"Then we'll see you then.  And your sons are learning quickly,"
Mr. Scolchin said.

	"They have such great teachers and friends.  Sorry to run but I've
got a meeting," Sid said and left.



	After the meeting he was in his father's office going over business
matters and then the party came up.  His father pulled out his Blackberry
and checked the date and made a note.

	"One thing about that weekend though, do you remember my cousin
Nikolai from New Jersey?"

	"Sheriff up there, we've done some things for his campaigns," Sid
said after a moment.

	"Right, well his son, his boyfriend, their foster and adopted sons
and their boyfriends are coming down for a week and I think it be nice to
invite them too."

	"Great idea.  How old are the boys?"

	"Older pair are eighteen; this is a high school graduation trip.
Enrolling at NYU in the fall.  The younger boys are about your sons' age,
not sure which one.  Important thing is that they're all gay and happy
together which I think your boys need to see," Erik said eyeing his son.

	Sid turned red and started laughing.

	"Can't get anything past you Dad.  When you figure it out?"

	"Day we met them, starting with the way Misha and Sasha held on to
each other.  Plus we've had speakers at the Expats talking about what goes
on in those orphanages."

	"And they were used like that, but let them tell you if they ever
want to," Sid said.

	"They're ashamed of what they were forced to do?" his father said.

	"No, didn't like lot of it but afraid that people won't like them
if they know they were whores and made kiddy porn even if they were forced
to and I can't say I blame them."

	"Guess we need to find a boyfriend for Sevias," Grandpa Erik said
and father and son laughed.



	Over the next two weeks the boys and their teachers worked extra
hard on their English so they'd be more comfortable talking at the party.
Misha got the prize for the first one to go a full day speaking only
English.  OK, they didn't count the love making talk.

	The boys were excited about meeting their cousins from New Jersey,
especially when they found out they were all gay and that one was adopted
and another a foster son.  What they didn't know was that Sid had talked to
the women Sevias had seen with the boys and invited her and her husband and
two sons.  Through her he'd also invited the other two boys Sevias had
seen.

	The night before the party Sid walked into his bedroom to find all
three boys waiting for him.  Their eyes never left him as he stripped down,
went into his bathroom and finally into bed.

	"You three look so beautiful tonight," Sid said and the boys
giggled.

	"We decided this was the perfect place to start celebrating my
birthday," Misha said and kissed his father's cheek.

	Sid moved Misha's lips to his own and the kiss quickly moved from
father and son to deep passion.

	Sasha and Sevias moved.  Sasha took his boyfriend's cock in his
mouth and began to slowly suck on it.  Sevias moved down and after sucking
on his Dad's nuts licked his way up his cockhead and quickly went down on
it.

	"Oh yeah feels so good," Sid moaned.

	"I love your lips on me boyfriend," Misha moaned.

	Eight hands roamed over four bodies.  Sometimes the one they were
connected to.

	Sasha reached over and took hold of Sevias' cock and the youngest
on the bed returned the pleasure.

	At midnight the alarm clock sounded and they quickly separated.
Sid looked at them quizzically after he shut it off.  Then he saw Misha
laying flat on the bed with his legs up in the air.  Sevias and Sasha were
on each side of him sucking on Misha's nipples.

	Sid's cock hardened again as he watched this hot scene while moving
into position.

	"Fuck me Dad, fuck your fifteen year old son," Misha said in
English.

	"No my son, I'm going to make love to my fifteen year old son," Sid
said as he began to slowly push into Misha.

	Misha easily let his father in and loved the feelings the large
penis gave him.  He flashed back to the first time he'd met Sid at the
orphanage.  The difference between him and all the Russian men, even the
other foreigners who'd had sex with him.  How they had sex.  How the man
had talked with the whore.  Several times later he'd felt something he'd
never felt before.  That maybe here was a man who might adopt him, his
brother and lover and give them a better life.

	Sid looked into his son's eyes as he slowly long stroked him and
saw him return from someplace.

	"Where were you?" he asked as paused.

	"Don't matter Dad, I'm here now," Misha said.

	Sasha went down on Misha and Sevias moved to the other side and
slowly inhaled Sasha's.

	As he picked up speed Sid wished there was a way to remove all the
movies and pictures involving his three sons from circulation but knew that
it was impossible.  That somebody twenty years from now would see one for
the first time and jerk off wondering how he could meet these kids.

	Misha knew when Sid returned from someplace similar if not the same
place he'd been and leaned forward.  Sid met him half way and their lips
locked again.

	"I love you as my father and lover," Misha said when the kiss
broke.

	"I love you as my son and lover and in that order," Sid said and
started pounding Misha's ass.

	Misha broke into a huge smile and thrust his hips up so Sid was
going deeper into his ass and his cock was going deeper into Sasha's mouth.

	At the exact time of Misha's birth fifteen years earlier thousands
of miles to the northeast Sid buried his cock as deep into his oldest
adopted son and filled him with his love.

	This brought Misha over the edge filling his boyfriend's mouth with
his love.

	Sasha savored the nectar as he continued to fuck Sevias' face.
When he finished swallowing it all he filled Sevias' mouth.

	When Misha was finished shooting he saw his younger brother gently
stroking his own cock.  Without pulling off Sid or out of Sasha he engulfed
Sevias' rod and quickly brought him to orgasm.

	Sated the four cuddled together and fell asleep in each others
arms.


To be continued.