Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2003 09:04:19 -0400
From: John Paul <john_paul@comcast.net>
Subject: The Alphabet Lovers: Yuri

"Tell me why we're here again," I asked Jake over the roar of the crowd.

"To get an interview with him," he said, pointing to the guy in the number
39 jersey.

"But we work for a travel and adventure magazine, not Sports Illustrated."

"I'm doing a favor for a friend."

"Okay, so what am I doing here?"

Jake took his eye off the game long enough to shoot me a befuddled
expression.  "Duh... you're here to take pictures."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.  I knew that Jake had "concerns" about
working with other photographers, but he could have worked with someone else
just that once -- someone who actually gave a flying fuck about hockey.
Trying to follow the players and that stupid little black disk around was
starting to give me a headache and the sound of bodies being thrown against
Plexiglas was unsettling to say the least.  And I thought the uniforms of
the team our interviewee played for were atrocious.  Who ever thought of
putting turquoise, black and yellow together?  And since when have ducks
ever been mighty?

"Who is this number 39 anyway?"

"Yuri Sykora," Jake said through a mouthful of popcorn.  "He's the hottest
thing in Hockey these days -- the fans can't get enough of him.  He knows how
to work the crowd."

That was an understatement.  Yuri was a showboat.  I didn't know much about
hockey, but you could see his game was more about panache than skill.  At
least it was effective as he was responsible for two of the Ducks' four
goals, which I'm told is quite an accomplishment.  The Ducks finally came
out victorious, thanks in great part to Yuri Sykora.

Jake and I left the press box and made our way down to the locker room.  I
should have been excited about the prospect of entering a locker room full
of half-dressed, sweaty men, but I'd seen pictures of hockey players and
didn't find anything appealing about a bunch of big, burly, toothless brutes
-- clothed or unclothed.

We wandered through the noisy locker room.  The players were pumped and
understandably so; they'd played a good game and came out on top.  The
ruckus faded to a dim murmur as we approached.  They'd stopped to see who
had invaded the sanctity of their locker room and crashed their celebration.

"Jake Jacoby... Sports Illustrated," Jake announced with authority.

You could feel the tension relax and saw the smiles return to their
victorious faces once they realized we "belonged" there.  A lot of them
started talking to us as if we'd come to see them.  Finally, a voice boomed
out from the back of the growing crowd of excited hockey players.

"Back off guys!! They're here to see me."

You could hear the sucking of teeth and a few of them mumble, "Figures," or
"It's always Sykora," as they turned and walked away.  Soon it was just me,
Jake and Yuri standing in the large open area in the middle of the locker
room.

The guy standing before us -- with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist
and his hands on his hips pushing it even lower -- looked nothing at all like
the pictures of hockey players I'd seen.  For one, I thought he'd be a lot
more imposing.  Don't get me wrong; he was no lightweight, but he wasn't the
big, burly bruiser I'd come to expect.  There was no potbelly, bent nose,
ugly facial scars and bruises, or toothless grin.  Not on Yuri Sykora.

In fact, he was completely the opposite of what I expected; he was downright
sexy!  He had boyish good looks and thin eyebrows that arched in a sort of
way that implied a devilishly playful nature.  Everything about this dude
had scamp written all over it; from his impish smile to his neatly trimmed
goatee.  Even his hair was unruly.  He had it slicked back, but a few
strands fell free and dangled playfully in front of his left eye.  He looked
at Jake then looked at me and smiled.  I inhaled sharply.  When he smiled,
his light brown eyes got real squinty, like he was up to something.  I
wondered what that something was.

"Nice to meet you Jake."  Yuri shook Jake's hand.  His accent was still
pretty noticeable -- not so thick that it was difficult to understand him,
but heavy enough to be super sexy.  He turned those beautiful brown eyes on
me.  "And you are?"

"John Paul Batista... photographer."

He smiled that wicked smile of his and shook my hand. I blushed and slowly
let my hand slide out of his friendly grip.  He turned back to Jake, "I hate
doing interviews while I'm wet and naked.  Let me throw on some clothes...
then we can get started.  Okay?"

Jake looked at me; I shrugged my shoulders.  "Sure.  We'll wait outside,"
Jake answered.

"Okay," Yuri said, yanking his towel off of his trim hips.  "I'll be out in
a minute."

I drew in a sharp breath and stared at the hockey player's beautiful naked
body.  Before I could get a good look at the goods dangling between his
thighs, Jake grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the locker room.

"C'mon hornball," he muttered under this breath.

I may not have been able to appreciate Yuri's stunning body as much I really
wanted to, but I'd seen enough to change the way I looked at hockey players
forever.  Damn, he was fine!

Fifteen minutes later, Yuri walked out of the locker room, wearing a black
suit and a dark blue shirt -- both of which fit him very nicely and were
excellent for his coloring.  He looked good in that suit, but I wanted to
get another look at him OUT of it.


"Some of the guys are going out to the club to celebrate.  Want to come
with?  We can do some of the interview on the way there."

"You up for a little partying, Paulie?" Jake asked.

I could see the excitement in his eyes.  Jake loved the clubs -- he loved to
party, he loved to socialize, and he LOVED to drink.  The idea of going to
the club did sound appealing, so I agreed.

"Excellent!" Yuri said with a powerful clap of his large hands.  "Let's go."

The three of us piled into his chauffeur-driven, black Navigator and headed
for the club.  Jake and I sat on either side of the sexy wingman in the back
seat of the SUV.  Yuri sat back and slung his arms over the back of the seat
and started chatting with Jake.

Jake is so laid-back and Yuri was just so open and friendly, that it didn't
even seem like an interview.  It was like watching two old chums catching up
on old times.  I just sat back and listened.  As they talked, I felt Yuri's
hand on my shoulder.  He'd occasionally, unconsciously, pat it or rub it.
Purely innocent gestures, I'm sure, but not in my horny, oversexed mind.
Each touch drove me closer and closer to sexual overload.  By the time we
got to the club, I was so turned on I couldn't see straight, and my erection
threatened to rip through my new boxer briefs.

Yuri talked about his hometown in the Czech Republic and his family, who
still lived there with the exception of his younger brother who lived with
him in L.A.  He talked about adjusting to American culture and fame.  He
said that he didn't feel worthy of the attention and love that his fans and
the press lavished upon him.  And as his popularity grew, so did his fear
that he'd somehow let his fans, friends, and family down.  I listened on,
captivated by Yuri's warmth, sincerity, and beauty.

"Well... here we are," Yuri announced as the truck came to a stop in front
of the spot, some forty minutes away from the arena.

The club, as it turned out, was one I'd gone to many times before.  There
was usually a mixed crowd -- an uncommon mix of gays and straights playing
happily together.  Still, it wasn't the type of place I'd expect to find a
group of rowdy hockey players.  Maybe I'd had them pegged wrong all along.
Maybe they weren't the brutes I thought they were.  Who knew?

We stepped into the club and it throbbing with energy.  The music was loud,
the crowd was lively, and the beer taps were flowing.  Jake made a beeline
for the bar, Yuri and I shoved our way onto the dance floor.  It wasn't long
before two adoring fans had latched onto Yuri and were rubbing their ample,
artificial breasts all over him.  He didn't seem to mind the attention.  I
had my hands full with a young, black-haired, blue-eyed beauty named
Russell, who was rubbing certain body parts all over me.  The ride with Yuri
had me so horny that I gladly accepted his affection and returned it
three-fold.  We were literally humping each other in the middle of the dance
floor.

I don't know how much time had transpired, but it seemed like I'd only been
dancing a few minutes before I felt a tap on my shoulder and Yuri's voice in
my ear.

"C'mon, let's get out of here.  I've had enough... and so has Jake."

I tore my attention away from Russell long enough to see what Yuri was
talking about.  Jake was at the bar with at least ten empty shot glass lined
up in front of him and another one turned up to his lips.  My buddy could
hold his liquor, but even he must have been pretty lit up after ten shots of
what I assumed was tequila -- his drink of choice.

"Yeah... okay," I said.

I gave Russell a long, sloppy kiss goodbye.  He looked confused and upset --
I'm sure he thought he had sealed the deal with me and Yuri had come in and
stolen his prize.  I was content with letting him think that and offered him
no explanation for my sudden departure.

We dragged Jake out of the club and into the cool night air of Los Angeles.
Surprisingly, he didn't put up much resistance.  He wasn't completely
wasted, but he was pretty drunk.

"I need to get him back to the hotel before he falls asleep -- it's a pain in
the ass dragging his dead weight around."

Yuri laughed.  "Does he get like this often?"

"Often enough."

"Why don't you two come back to my place," he offered.  "It's closer."

"No, I couldn't impose on you like that."

"Really.  I insist.  I could use the company.  My brother is out of town and
I'm not used to staying in that big house by myself.  Childish, no?"

"No, it's not childish at all."  I looked at Jake who was leaning on my
shoulder and was starting to drift off into a blissful, booze-induced
slumber.  "If you're sure you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it.  This
asshole's already starting to go to sleep on me."

Yuri smiled and put Jake's left arm over his shoulder.  I grabbed his other
arm and together we walked him to the valet spot where Yuri's truck was
waiting.  We sat in the back seat again; this time with Jake nestled in the
middle.

"What happened to your groupies?" I asked once we were settled in and had
started off.

"They lost interest, I guess," he replied.  He didn't seem bothered by their
absence.  "What about your fan?" he asked with his customary devilish grin.

"Some things are more important," I said, patting an unconscious Jake on his
head.

"So, you two are... close?"

"Yeah... oh, but not THAT kind of close, if that's what you mean."  I didn't
really feel like explaining my relationship with Jake.

"Oh.  Too bad.  You two would make a very cute couple," he teased.  His eyes
got squinty as he smiled at me.

I blushed.  His openness to my sexuality was surprising, refreshing...
interesting.  We talked a little bit on the way to his house -- about me,
this time, instead of him.  We talked mostly about my job, which completely
fascinated him.  He was enthralled by the idea of world travel.

It only took about 20 minutes to get to his house which, coincidentally, was
only a few minutes away from my parent's house.  I could have taken Jake
there had I been thinking clearly, but my mind was only on one thing at the
time... and it wasn't visiting my parents.  Damn it, Jake!  Russell was a
sure thing!!

Yuri helped me drag Jake into the house where we deposited him on one of the
large, cushiony leather sofas for the time being.

"Care for something to drink?" he asked.

"Some water would be nice."

"Water?"

"Yeah... you don't want two drunken journalists on your hands, do you?"

He smirked.  "I can think of worse things," he answered before walking off
to fetch me a glass of water.

I looked around his spacious living room.  I was impressed by the simple,
yet elegant décor.  It had a warm, homey feel to it, despite the expensive
choice of furnishings.  There were a few pictures strategically placed
around the room -- some professional shots of Yuri in uniform, but mostly
candid shots of him in his everyday life with family and friends.

"I'm sure you could take better pictures," he said, startling me -- I'd been
so engrossed in looking at a picture of him standing on a beach, shirtless,
with a group of friends.

"There are some subjects that look good no matter who takes the pictures."

"Such flattery," he replied, handing me the water.

He sat down on the other sofa and I planted myself beside him.  Yuri raised
the frosty, green bottle to his lips and took a few swigs of beer; then he
leaned back into the sofa and relaxed.

"Sorry you had to give up your evening with the club chicks for us."

"Nothing to apologize for... they weren't going to work out anyway."

"Oh."  I took a big gulp of water.  "I guess you get hit on like that a
lot."

"More than you can imagine."

"And yet you're still single."

He shrugged.  "The right one hasn't come along yet," he said.  There was a
bit of loneliness in his voice as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on
his knees.

"What are you looking for in the right one?"

"Someone strong, independent, funny, intelligent, compassionate, charming...
and I hate to sound shallow, but I'm looking for that special someone with
the right look... someone who walks into a room and just lights the place
up."

"You're not asking for much," I joked.  "That's a pretty big order to fill.
I'm not sure such a person exists."

"I didn't think he existed either... until tonight."

I almost choked on my own tongue.  Unless my mind was completely clouded
with lust, I was pretty sure that Yuri just referred to his ideal person as
"he".  And I was pretty sure that the "he" he was talking about was ME.
Now, I may be a sucker for romance, but I know a pick-up line when I hear
one.  I'll concede to the fact that I'm a pretty good-looking guy, and I'll
go as far as to say that I'm easy to get along with, but this guy had only
known me for a few hours.  If you subtract the time we spent in the club, he
didn't know me at all.  How could he possibly think I was the right one?

Now, I had a choice to make.  I could: play along with his game and let him
get in my pants, or burst his bubble and wake up the next morning with honor
and dignity.  What would you have done?

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me," I replied.

Fuck dignity and honor!  He was hot and I was horny.  Thanks to Russell, I
was still pretty boned.  I needed to fuck somebody and Jake was out cold.

"I saw it in your eyes the minute I saw you in the locker room, but I wasn't
sure if I should say anything because I didn't know if you were gay.  Then,
when I saw you in the club, dancing with that guy, I knew I had a chance."

I wondered if he used that bullshit before.  If so, did it actually work?
Maybe his previous conquests were as hot for him as I was and were also
willing to put up with his cheesy attempts at romance.  I'd heard enough,
though.  As soon I finished rocking his world, I vowed to help him with his
game but, in the meantime, I needed something to keep him quiet.  I leaned
over and kissed him.  He opened his mouth and our tongues locked in a slimy
embrace.  If he fucked half as good as he kissed then I was in for a
bone-chilling, toe-curling experience.  He sucked on my mouth in a way that
had me hard and dripping in 30 seconds flat, and made me forget all about
his corny lines.

Yuri took my hand and placed it in the crotch of his black Prada pants.  I
gave his package a firm squeeze.  He moaned into my mouth and kissed me
harder.  I'd gotten a quick glance at his equipment and I knew he was
working with a nice piece, but it felt even more substantial as it grew in
my loving caress.

I unzipped his pants and reached inside for his cock.  Yuri slouched down in
the sofa to make my retrieval easier.  His thick Slavic prick sprung out
eagerly from its confinement.  I stroked it a few times, working the
foreskin back and forth over his fat, bright red knob.  With each pump, it
grew thicker and thicker in my hand until I had ten solid inches of Eastern
European dick dripping spunk all over my fingers.

Yuri's hips lifted off the sofa as I jerked his pole for him.  His devilish
good looks turned even more sinister as I cranked his shaft.  He closed his
eyes, licked his lips and moaned as I pumped out a stead stream of precum.
It was all over my hand and the front of his pants.

"You're making a mess," I whispered as I stretched out on the sofa and
rested my head in his lap.

My lips were inches away from his thick, juicy cock.  I stopped stroking him
for a minute, so I could lick my fingers clean.  His thick scum was salty
and delicious.  I wanted more.  Grabbing his horn at the base, I aimed it at
my hungry lips and sucked his chunky knob into my mouth.  Yuri let out a
savage growl as I let his cock slide further into my mouth until it hit the
back of my throat.  At that angle, I couldn't take him all the way in but,
by the way he was cooing, he was satisfied with the five or six inches I was
working on.

His hips continued to rock back and forth, driving his dick in and out of my
hot, gooey mouth.  All I had to do was apply the right amount of suction at
the right time to keep him happy and keep his juices flowing onto my tongue.
He kicked off his shoes, then finished undoing his pants and slid them off.
Once he removed his shirt, the only thing standing between him and complete
nakedness were the tight, red boxer briefs through which his proud cock was
poking.  I stopped sucking him long enough to let him remove them, then
repositioned myself on the floor between his legs and took his stick back
into my greedy gullet.

In that position, I was able to swallow him to the root.  So I did.  He
moaned and squirmed as I sucked him in to the balls.  Having given him that
pleasure, he was like putty in my hands -- willing to let me do any and every
thing to him.  I grabbed the back of his knees and lifted his legs in the
air so I could spend a little time munching on his big, hairless nuts.  I
swatted at them with my tongue and watched them bob up and down above his
hairy butt crack.  I sucked on one and then the other, alternating between
them until they were both dripping with spit.  They glistened like freshly
shined eggs beneath his pulsing cock.

I lifted his legs higher until his ass cheeks parted to reveal his hidden
hole.  I wasn't sure how much action it had seen, but it looked pretty
untapped.  It was my goal to be either the first -- or at least one of the
few -- to get inside.  First, I wanted a taste.  I buried my face in his ass
and started licking his pink pucker with the full fury of my powerful
tongue.  He liked it.  He REALLY liked it.  I had to hold his hips to keep
him steady so I could take aim and bury my tongue up his manhole.  Once I
worked it up his tight chute, however, there was no controlling him.  He
wiggled his hips like a mad man trying to get my tongue deeper inside, but
he had it all.

I was so busy eating Yuri's ass that I hadn't even noticed movement behind
me.  "That looks mighty good... mind if I have a taste?"

I lifted my face from Yuri's spit-soaked ass and turned to see Jake standing
over me, his body rocking slowly from side to side and his hand grabbing at
his crotch.  He was still a little tipsy, but he was awake and horny.  After
he'd been drinking, Jake would do just about anything or anyone as long as
it involved sex and he got to put his dick in a nice, warm hole.  I'd only
had a few threesomes before so I wasn't opposed to the idea.  Jake and I had
shared so many things; why not a nice, tight ass?

I looked up at Yuri who had a look of bewilderment etched on his face.
"What do you say Yuri?  You man enough to handle both of us?" I asked.

The look of confusion and worry was quickly replaced by the sexy, sinister
grin that I loved so much.  "The more, the merrier," he responded.

With that, I relinquished the ass eating duties to Jake.  I'd had Jake's
tongue up my ass a few times before and I knew Yuri was in for a treat.  My
good buddy swooped down on the Czech's tasty butt and started tongue fucking
him like only he could.  A few quick licks later and Yuri's was moaning and
wailing at the top of his lungs, begging someone to fuck him.  While Jake
was busy chowing down on some ass, I had taken the time to get undressed.  I
was naked, hard, and ready to plug Yuri's anxious rectum.

Jake pulled his tongue out of Yuri's ass, looked up at me and pouted.  His
lips and chin were covered with spit -- even his freshly grown goatee
glistened with saliva.  "How come you get to fuck him first?"

"Because I got to him first, now step aside."

Jake reluctantly surrendered the prime spot at Yuri's ass.  I let Yuri's
legs drop down and knelt between his beefy thighs.  I took aim at his juicy
hole and carefully pressed forward.  The star hockey player grimaced as my
cock slowly, painfully pushed into his gushy, tightness, but he never
complained and never asked me to stop.  He wanted that fuck badly, as if
he'd been waiting a long time for it.  I finally bottomed out inside his
guts and let him get used to the feeling.

While I was busy stretching out Yuri's hole, Jake had been busy removing his
clothes.  Now all of us were naked, erect and ready to fuck... or be fucked.
Since he had to give up Yuri's ass to me, Jake decided to take the next best
thing.  He climbed up on the sofa and stood over Yuri's head.
Instinctively, the young athlete leaned his head back and opened his mouth.
I watched in pure lust as Jake's fat dick slid into Yuri's mouth.  They both
hummed when Jake's nuts finally came to rest on Yuri's hairy chin.  I'd been
in Yuri's position a time or two, sucking on Jake's cock.  His precum was
always so sweet -- probably from all the fruit he ate.  I could see Yuri's
Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he greedily gulped down Jake's sweet
juice.  He must have been doing a good job sucking too, because I also had a
good view of Jake's firm, round ass clenching and relaxing as he tried to
drive his cock further down the hockey player's taut throat.

I started to move my hips in unison to Jake's, slipping my cock in and out
of Yuri's ass as Jake slipped his cock in and out of his mouth.  The hot
Czech boy was getting both of his holes filled and he loved every fucking
minute of it.  As I fucked him harder and deeper, he slurped more fervently
on Jake's throbbing meat.  Watching my old friend thrusting into Yuri's
mouth -- his hairy ass bouncing vigorously in front of my face -- was hotter
than anything I'd ever been witness to.  Hot enough to make me bust a nut if
I didn't slow down.  So I changed gears and poked Yuri's tender guts with
slow, deep strokes.

My eyes remained fixed on Jake's bouncing butt -- I never really noticed how
smooth and firm it was... how delectable his rose bud looked.  I licked my
lips and shoved my face into his furry crack.  Jake doubled up on his face
fucking efforts when my tongue wormed its way into his poop chute.  I knew
he liked having his ass licked and I was determined to give him the rimming
of his quasi-heterosexual life.  I licked, sucked, chewed, and fucked his
tight anus with my mouth and tongue to the delightful sounds of his slightly
slurred dirty talk.

"Awww fuck Paulie... that's some kinky shit.  I love when you eat my ass,
Paulie.  Aw yeah... get up in there... you know where the spot is... yeah
that's the one!!  Gawddammmmit!!  That feels so fucking good!!!!"

I felt his anus twitching and clamping down on my tongue.  He was really
getting into me rimming him and I knew he'd soon be itching for more, so I
slipped my finger inside of him alongside my fidgety tongue.  He REALLY
liked that.

Poor Yuri -- he was starting to feel the effects of my tongue-lashing as Jake
really started to pound his throat.  He must have been enjoying himself
though, because he cock was still rock hard, laying on his stomach,
depositing a large puddle of precum all over his treasure trail.  He
continued to milk my dick with his squishy bunghole, and he never stopped
moaning as we both ravaged his wet, hot holes.

I withdrew my finger and mouth from Jake's ass.  My jaw ached from the
intense rimming and his ass lips were red, swollen and ready for more.  I
grabbed Yuri's inflated member with one hand and Jake's hip with the other.
I pulled Jake backwards until the tip of Yuri's ten-inch monster knocked at
my bud's bud.  Jake felt the bulbous head pressing against his shitter and
started to moan.  He was ready for the invasion.  He'd taken my cock up his
ass a few times -- taking Yuri's would be just like that.

I looked on in sheer lust as Jake's tight hole swallowed up Yuri's meat,
inch by loving inch.  Soon he had the whole thing buried up his manhole and
his butt cheeks rested against my pelvis.  He started rocking back and
forth, and riding that huge fucker.


Once again, Yuri was being tag teamed by the dynamic duo -- this time his
cock was buried deep in Jake's ass, while mine continued to stretch him out.
I pounded his butt with all my might now.  The sounds of our body slapping
together, and our desire-filled moaning and grunting, was driving me over
the edge.  I rested my head against Jake's back and slammed into Yuri.  Jake
continued to bounce up and down on the Czech's throbbing monster.

The combination of sensations would quickly prove to be too much for Yuri.
A few minutes after we really got into the groove of things, I felt his body
tense up.  He rammed all the way up into Jake, growled, and shot what I'm
sure must have been the mother of all cum loads up my partner's ass.  He
thrust a few more times and I could see his sticky seed coating his rod.

Just as the last wave of pleasure shook through Yuri's body, I could hear
Jake's breath growing ragged.  His right arm was moving furiously and he
worked his crank.  I peeped around his left side just in time to watch him
pump out a thick, creamy load of spunk all over Yuri's chest and stomach.
Jake was always good for a huge load and that day was no exception.  He kept
stroking his pud until the last pearly white drop dripped onto Yuri's curly
pubes.

While those two were busy blowing their wads, I was persistently plugging
Yuri's hole.  Watching them get off was all it took to set me off.  I
slammed into Yuri and dumped my load deep inside his gently clamping rectum.
I pulled out and watched a tiny stream of my jizz trickle out of his ass.

The cycle was complete.  We were all spent.  Jake collapsed on top Yuri --
chest to chest in a pool of his own cum -- and I collapsed on Jake's back.
We stayed like that for a while, sweaty, breathless, and exhausted from our
intense three-way fuck.

We eventually pulled ourselves apart, showered (separately), and went to
bed.  It was late and Yuri had practice the next morning so, as much as I
wanted to, there would be no round two that night.

We woke up the next morning and got dressed.  Yuri drove us back to the
hotel personally before going to the arena for practice.  Before we got out
of the car, he held up two tickets.

"They're tickets for this weekend's game.  I hope you'll still be in town to
watch me play."

"We'll be back home by then," I said.  Yuri's face grew sullen.  "But the
next time I'm out this way, if you're playing at home, I'll make a point of
coming out to watch.  How's that sound?"

"I would like that very much.  You are an incredible man," he purred.

I glanced at Jake, who was sitting in the back seat rolling his eyes.  I
guess he wasn't a big fan of Yuri's cheesy attempts at being smooth either.
We said our goodbyes and jumped out of the car before it got to thick.

I went to see Yuri Sykora dazzle the crowd a few more times.  Afterwards,
we'd go back to his house for a little one-on-one hockey match.  He sure
knew how to handle his stick.