Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 12:57:03 -0800 (PST)
From: george backers <georgebackers@yahoo.com>
Subject: A trip with russian boy

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by
location,are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by
explicit descriptions of gay sex.


Title: A trip with russian boy
Author: My boyfriend

AUTHORS(Senders) NOTE:This a story that has been written by my boy friend.
We are together for four years as I mentioned in my story sex with alex. He
was not sure about sending the story to nifty archive but I told him he
should. And after asking him I decided to send it.  I hope you will like
it.  Any comments are welcomed to my email: georgebackers@yahoo.com


			  A Trip with Russian Boy

     "Why did I take this trip?" I was asking to myself while passing from
the Siberian Woods in the coldest train I have ever travelled with. As a
geologist, it was always some kind of an adventure for me to discover new
places and geographical structures. But, this was different. I was asked to
give some lectures at Moscov and than to travel to the Northern part of the
land with three anthropologists and a photographer, inorder to find some
evidences for prehistoric settlements in North Sea.

     It was getting very cold inside. I could see the vapour of my own
breath. I checked my watch and it was already stopped at 10pm. "So, it must
be later..." I tought to myself. I decided to stand up and go to the back
seats where the rest of my crew was travelling at.

     Everyone seemed to fall asleep, except the photographer boy. He was a
young Russian, almost at his twenties, with a pale skin, dark blue eyes and
blond hair falling the both sides of his face. His name was Yuri. So I went
near him. At first he didn't recognise me coming, so he was staring also
out side the train.

"Good evening Mr. Yuri... I guess you can not sleep like me..." I said.

   He surprisedly moved his head towards me.

"Oh! Mr. Jackos... I am sorry rreally sorry... I was umm...  thinkinnnn...
ummm... goood it's travvvel place ummm forest... and snowy you know!"

     Like most of the idealist Russian artists he was also not speaking
quiet good English.

"But, it's cold Mr. Yuri. I really do not know, if I had to live in this
place..."

     He looked at me surprisedly.

"Oh....Mr Jackos, you cold? You know... We drink vodka... but, if you like
another solution is always good for cold..."

    He was so direct while telling that, already I really couldn't
understand what was he suggesting. Because, while he was saying "Another
solution" his eyes went so bright and a nasty smile spread all over his
face, making his cheeks a liitle bir red.

"What kind of solution, is it Mr. Yuri..." I asked.

"Oh... Here is not good... You like with a walk with me. Back cars."

    "Yeah..." I said. I was really thinking that he would give me some
alcholic drink that could keep me warm during the night. You know, as an
academician I have never mixed my job and my feelings. Altough I was a
middle aged homosexual, I have never had a feeling towards this boy in our
discovery trip.

     Then he stood up also. He was wearing a long coat some kind of a black
pant which was almost fitting his long legs tightly. Then we started to
walk to the back of the train. We have walked till the end of the passenger
cars and then we came to the car where our luggages were loaded.

      "Eh... Mr. Yuri... I guessed you were taking me to a warmer
place... But, here honestly is colder than our place"

He looked at me and smiled.

  " I know Mr. But patience..." Then he took out his tool bag and inside he
took out a vodka bottle. He opened it and poured some into the cup of the
bottle.

"There you go... This is such a special one. Home made. Not touristic.."

     I smiled and drank the vodka at once. The feeling was really good,
because it was not bitter and it didn't hurt my throat, indeed it left some
kind of a sweet fragrance in my mouth but then in my stomach, I felt it
exploding like a dynamite and I had to sit.

"Oh...Good" I said.

He was drinking his second and then he again poured a cup to me...

We went like that, talking nothing to the end of the bottle.

Then he asked. "You feel cold?"

"No... But, inside is ok... out side cold..."

Then I realized him taking of his clothes out.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Some Russian solution... For a cold problem"

I was surprised. But, because I was drunk and I really wondered about his
body, I continued to look. He had a smooth chest with defined but not
stunning muscles. He had an uncut penis, with some pubic hair, which was
also as blond as his hair.  He coompletely got naked and turned at me...

"So... You like staying there cold... Or share your hot with me..."

"Oh..." I said. Trying the cover my sudden erection under my
pants. "Professionally, it's not good Mr. Yuri... I... don't think, it's
moral..."

He looked at me and smiled.

"But Mr.Jacko... You said it... It's hot inside but cold outside... For me
too... It's cold outside... You come and share our inside hot..."

  It seemed moral to me than.

   I quickly got undressed and went near him. We began to kiss each
other. The flower like fragrance of the vodka was flying like a cupid angel
from my mouth to his, with the small innocent but eager to be generous
kisses. Then I felt him touching my butts, so with a natural instinct I
moved my tongue towards his neck and started to lick his ears...

"Yes... Mr.. Jacko... Good. I feel hot..."

"I feel already..."

Then we laid down to the icy floor of the carrier and continued to lick our
chest bellies and then whole bodies. While I was licking his belly, I felt
a small touch of moisture on the edge of my cock. Then I heard his voice
almost begging.  "Oh...Please do same..."

So I cheerfully started to lick and kiss his twenty years old cock. We went
like that for half an hour... And he said.  "Oh... I am coming... But,
no... I think I am the host here. So, I will let you really feel my inside
hot..."

Then he quickly turned his back and slipped my juicy cock into his tight
but moist asshole. The feeling of warmth came from my penis to my whole
body.

"Oh yeah... Grow it sir..."

I started to go back and forth. The friction of skins leaving us in a cloud
of pleasure was even smelling like the vodka itself. I could only feel his
lips kissing me so eagerly as if a little sheep which was trying to get the
last drop of his mothers milk...

Then, I could help it no longer. I said. "I am coming...".

The reply was instant.

"Come...come in...."

    So with a cry of lust while he was biting my lips, I came inside
him... And with my hand I also touched his penis than to help him to come,
but I realized that he already did...

"Oh... I didn't realize that you came Yuri." I said.

He looked at me and smiled. "I came at your first kiss sir..."