Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 11:08:45 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: GOOD MORNING, ST PETERSBERG

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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GOOD MORNING, ST PETERSBERG



by



G. Cutterski




Totally unbelievable we were a few kilometres from St Petersberg and the
snow was falling like it was set for the day. My father was driving and the
wipers could barely cope, the heaters were going full blast but Ivan and
myself were in the back well covered in a couple of old blankets. God knows
how dad felt in the front.

'You alright, dad?' I asked.

'Cold but not to worry, we should have you in your hotel inside the hour.'

Yeah, if we could find it that is in what seemed to be a budding
snowstorm. I suppose before I get carried away with this little yarn I'd
better back track a little.

Ivan Shepilov and myself, Pavel Yeltsin (no relation to the old drunk who
used to run the country) were both eighteen and studied at the Volchov
Institute for Higher Education, we both specialised in linguistics which,
if all the information on the subject were to be believed would assure us
of a monied future as translators. With our nation's energy sources and a
burgeoning free market translators were in great demand. Everyone wanted to
do business with Mother Russia but no one wanted to learn Russian.
Great... job opportunities all around. We both had English and French under
our belts and I was now on German and Polish and Ivan was on German and
Italian for some reason know only to himself.

Back to the story. We'd both ended the summer term as star pupils and won
top prizes in the end of term exams. The cream of the crop as far as prizes
went was a week's stay in St Petersberg, The Venice of the North, and in a
first class St Petersberg hotel with adequate spending money as a further
gift. Our familes were overjoyed, apart from we boys getting a free holiday
they had us out of the respective houses for a complete week in the rather
glum winter season. I loved winter, the snow, the cold, the saunas... but
Volchov was a run down dump and a week in the glitz and glamour of St
Petersberg was a dream come true. A week alone with Ivan was also a dream
come true but that is another matter completely.

I'd grown up with Ivan, he lived across the street from me and we spent our
younger years and then our High School years together, we were as good as
brothers. We'd even shared our first immature wanks and maybe had a bit of
a name for ourselves as neither of us had much of a thing for girls. We did
attend school and later on Institute dances and went through the motions
but I certainly wasn't interested in the female sex. I was interested in
Ivan and he knew it. I just hoped that he was looking forward to the week
ahead as much as I was.

'City limit, I think.' Dad peered through the windscreen and we passed a
Militia waggon parked up with the St Petersberg crest emblazoned on the
side. 'The busies are up early.'

'Snow clearing,' Ivan rubbed the misted side window peering at the gaggle
of militiamen as they cleared snow. The lights were getting better and
clearly gritters had been out so our speed increased. We were headed for
the Nevsky Palace Hotel which was a bit of a mouthful but from the
brochures it was top of the range, a bit awe inspiring for us kids from the
outlands.

'Got the address, dad?' I asked. Knowing my dad we could finish up driving
around in circles and I still had trouble understanding why we were booked
in for six o'clock in the morning. We'd been on the road for two hours and
would need to spend the morning in bed. In bed with Ivan, now there was a
thought.

'Nevsky Prospect,' dad replied full of confidence. Well, he couldn't miss
that one, it was one of the most famous thoroughfares in the whole of
Russia, probably on a par with Downing Street or Wall Street... Sunset
Boulevard, any one of those. 'And here we are...' dad slowly drove down
this huge avenue absolutely alive with old lady street cleaners and
militiamen all clearing snow and jumping around like their life depended on
it and this was not quite six o'clock in the morning and the snow was still
falling. It was freezing and I pitied dad the drive back but he was a
determined man and he had the day off so he'd be back to bed once he got
home.

'Wow, look at this,' Ivan exclaimed as we drew up outside this hotel, I
could see why they called it a palace maybe it was in the old days, I'd
check it out. A tall bearded man approached our beat up old car
surprisingly with a big grin on his face and held the door open for
Ivan. He looked like an Admiral of the old Krasniflot North, the old Baltic
Fleet with his gold braid and huge visored cap and amazingly he seemed
impervious to the weather, mind you his huge black beard must have helped.

'Welcome to the Nevsky Palace Hotel,' he turned clicking his fingers and
two urchins appeared out of nowhere and grabbed our cases taking them to
the main entrace where we saw another two boys but in uniform take them
inside.

'I'll leave you here,' dad announced to our surprise. 'I'll phone in the
week but behave youselves and maybe a good rest might be in order right
now.'

'Cheers dad and thanks for the lift over,' I grinned in spite of the cold
and snow and Ivan nodded his thanks. Dad was off and we trailed this huge
guy as he led us inside and pointed us to the reception. I was surprised at
the number of people milling about although the bulk of them were hotel
staff, probably getting ready for the day's work I assumed. We did our
paperwork thing at the desk with a very dishy blonde girl, she told us that
breakfast was served in the restaurant from seven thirty until around
eleven but that room service would do whatever we wanted whenever we
wanted, our booking included all the normal things that a hotel of this
type provided so at least we wouldn't have to spend too much money on
food. I didn't like the way she looked at Ivan, she looked like she wanted
to eat him, what a slut. Mind you, if Ivan was away perhaps I could snatch
one of the little bellboys. God, both of the ones on duty must have been
thirteen or fourteen and wore very tight black trousers with bum freezer
cut off coats like the old waistcoats. I think the Americans call them
vests for some reason but well stick to regular English.

We followed one boy who carried both our cases and another who tailed us
with our backpacks. the room was on the first floor and we had the
opportunity to use the grand staicase but I was more interested in the
little lad up front, he had such a tiny bottom and I glanced at Ivan and he
grinned. 'Dirty man,' he whispered.

'I can't help it,' I moaned as, much to my embarassment I'd felt the
traitor tingle as I called it. Luckily we had big coats on, big enough to
hide a horse's stiffy so I wasn't too concerned.

The boy led us to our room and opened up handing Ivan the key and standing
back announcing: 'Lounge, bedroom and bathroom.' he gave us a cheeky grin
as his mate hovered at the door. 'If I can help out in any way, my name is
Basil and my friend is Oleg,' he waved casually at the kid by the door.

'Will we be disturbed if we have a lay down, have a bath or anything?' Ivan
was clearly thinking of room services.

'Not if you hang the sign on the door,' Basil nodded at a card hanging on
the inside of the door.

'Fine, thanks,' I handed the kid a US five dollar bill which was all I had
apart from roubles. 'You and Oleg.'

He grinned, it seemed the mighty dollar was well appreciated although it'd
be our own money from here on.

'Anything I can help out with: Clubs... girls...?'

'Later,' Ivan cut him off and I wondered if Ivan was thinking the same as I
was. 'How do we get hold of you if we want your guidance, help or
something?'

'Just ring reception. We finish our shift at midday though.'

'Great.' Ivan hustled them out and we were alone. But by now we were
getting rid of our outdoor gear, the room was beautifully warm and it was
hard to appreciate it was snowing and well below zero out in the street. I
spotted a radio cabinet and the TV but settled for the radio to be greeted
by a cheerful chappy tellinging us it was minus twelve and snow was
forecast for the rest of the day.

'Are we going out later?' I looked at Ivan who was fiddling with what
appeared to be a drinks cabinet.

'Much later, this is our free day,' he managed to uncatch the cabinet to
display soft drinks and canned beers, no sign of any spirits I
noticed. 'The Institute must have phoned,' he grinned and drew back the
curtains a little. It was a beautiful sight, the snow fell lazily and
Nevsky Prospect seemed to go on for ever. The building that we could see
were huge and most of them seem to be mounted with giant statues, a tourist
trap indeedy. There were a few taxis floating around and the occasional bus
but the militia and the babushkas seemed to have disappeared... frozen
stiff no doubt.

'Breakfast and a warming bath or a bath and breakfast?' I aksed.

'A look at the bedroom,' he suggested. Wow! What a bedroom, talk about
opulence, I'd have to win this prize next year. There were two single beds
but each was huge and the massive electric fire blazed out on all bars and
to cap it all the room was like a furnace. 'Jesus, we've got to turn that
off,' he rushed over and switched all the bars off except one.

'Whew,' I wiped at the instant sweat on my brow. 'Someone must have left if
on last night. It'll be freezing in half an hour.'

'Cuddle up then,' he sniggered and came close. 'We've got a whole week of
this, Pavel,' his eyes drilled into mine.

I gulped. As I'd said we had done furtive wanks in our past but nothing
recently, nothing for over a year but my urges were still strong. I could
feel my penis hardening in my trousers but hold on... what we'd done as
boys was one thing but we were young men now. If we started playing around
now where would it stop, would it stop?

'Tempted?' He whispered as his body nearly touched mine.

'Yeah,' I croaked.

'Good,' he grinned confidently. 'I thought you might have gone off me and
started on girls until I saw you looking at those two kids. You fancy them
don't you.'

'I wouldn't know what to do with them if I got them, I'm not gay you know.'

'Of course not but seducing a little bellhop's not gay is it. Maybe a bit
depraved and disgusting,' he laughed. 'Holiday flings, we're allowed
them. What if I said I wanted to do things with you, go all the way maybe?'

'What?' I felt my voice break into a squeak.

'Oh, Pavel you dummy,' he moved in and his arms encircled me. 'Pavel, just
you and me.' I stood there mesmerised as his lips settled onto mine and he
kissed. A second was all it took and I wrapped my arms around him returning
his kiss and grinding my groin into his. To my relief and delight I could
feel his hardness mash against mine.

'If we have a bath and whatnot we can call up a breakfast... let's pig out,
play the aristos, it is paid for after all.'

'Why not?' I giggled. He was taking the lead which saved me having to
think. In fact, all I could thing about was being naked with him and what
we'd do. Drifting over that thought was another one of the sweet little
bellboys running aorund in tiny briefs and Ivan and I pinning them to the
bed and abusing them. Now that is sick. Well sick and somehow nice. God, I
was so hard as we split to sort our gear out. I was on a voyage of sexual
exploration and we'd hardly got in the door and they always said St
Petersberg was slow and relaxed compared to other cities.

I filled the big bath as he cleaned his teeth, by this time he was down to
his briefs and I was dressed the same. 'What's brought all this about,' I
whispered brushing my lips across his smooth shoulder.

'The way you looked at those kids,' he grinned into the mirror. 'You're
hot, we have privacy and we both have a need.' He rinsed his mouth. 'Anyway
the snow's set in for the day.' He moved away from the handbasin and let me
in. I saw him in the mirror drop his underwear and turn briefly, he smiled
at my reflection and stepped into the foam. I just had time to notice his
half hard penis and it had grown well since my last sighting it was
beautiful.

'With a bit of luck those two will bring up the eats.'

'I should think they have special room service for that but I expect they'd
be sent to deliver a paper or a magazine.'

'Good thinking, Pavel,' he openly studied me as I finished with my teeth
and peeled off my underpants. 'Veeery nice,' he drawled.

I slid into the bath facing him and our legs interlocked as we drew closer
until our joint erections met underwater. He grabbed my neck and drew my
face to his, we shared a kiss and I felt under water. His cock was
absolutely rigid and I slowly moved my hand up and down feeling the
hardness and the girth. He was going to do me before the day was out, I
knew it and I could see in his eyes that knew as well.

'Stand up,' he whispered.

Funnily enough I didn't know what he was going to do but I was
inexperienced and he must have been studying. As soon as the water ran off
me he knelt up and took me into his mouth and began to suck bobbing his
head up and down on me as I slowly fucked into his mouth. I couldn't belive
it was happening but his hot wetness around my cock sent me into overdrive,
I moaned as I fucked into his warm suction and he reached around clutching
my soapy flanks as he took me right into the back of his throat.

'Ivan, I'm cuming,' I croaked slipping free from his mouth and then it
came. My dick jerked and I splatted my thick creamy spunk onto his jaw and
neck. He laughed and took in my oozing end although I tried to fend him
off. He sucked the remainder from me slipping my wet glans around his face
smearing my youthful cream over his lips and then licking them. 'Jeez. Ivan
that is so dirty,' I spoke like a child seeing his first cum.

'This is dirty,' he dragged me down back into the foam and kissed me
fiercely and I tasted the smear of my own essence as his tongue snaked into
my mouth and then he turned me around. I knew what he was going to do but I
was just helpless, I couldn't stop him, he was leading the way and I was
following. He bent me over and washed my bum and his hands probed between
my cheeks and I felt his little finger enter me and ease my tight arse
muscle, my ring, my sphincter, call it what you will . He was finger
fucking me and I could feel his hot cock slipping against my flank. 'You
want this?'

'I don't know,' I sobbed but I did. I wanted Ivan inside me, I wanted to
see what it was like although I knew it was need as much as want.

'Come on,' he whispered and I felt another finger in me, a larger one
probably his index finger and it was in deep and hard.

'Go on do me... I do you later,' I spoke my last protest, my conditional
surrender.

'Later in bed,' he whispered. 'I wouldn't have it any other way, Pav but
you need to get your strength back,' he added quite reasonably.

'Yeah...' I agreed but flinched and then spasmed as I felt my ring being
stretched and his plumlike knob opened me up and then I felt his hard shaft
inside me and he was moving to and fro. I'd lost my virginity and Ivan my
boyhood friend was fucking me. As they say in all those dirty books he'd
taken my cherry and it didn't even hurt. I just felt bloated and filled as
if I was being plugged which is one way of putting it I suppose. I pushed
back and he gave a sigh of satisfaction as his soapy pubics pressed against
my bottom.

'Good boy,' he muttered and manhandled me around until I was half out of
the bath with my back end remaining for his pleasure and then he went for
it. I gasped and groaned as his thick cock speared into me time and time
again. He went harder and then a damn sight harder slamming into me until
he slipped free and then I felt the splat of his warm cum on my
back. 'Aaah, Pavel,' he moaned and I felt him smear his juice over the
small of my back and then slip right back into my gaping hole.

'Jeez, Ivan.' I sobbed as he rammed in and out on a coating of his own cum
but it was nearly over. He gave one final wail and I felt him jerk inside
me and miraculously I felt a final,final little squirt. His seed was inside
me. I was his but there was one final act to complete our union and it
would happen, his word had been given. We finished our bath and it was as
if the air had been cleared, something outstanding for a long time had
happened.

'Bum buddies now,' he grinned as we got dressed informally, just jeans and
sweat shirts. I was snowing even harder outside, we were going nowhere
today expect perhaps bed.

'Boy friends,' I corrected.

'Secret boy friends.' He had to have the last word. 'Room service?' He
examined the card by the phone and dialed. A bit of chat and then he
ordered a standard breakfast for two and asked if he could have a daily
paper brought up. 'Sit and wait,' he stretched out. 'Some room.'

Indeed it was. Palatial or maybe I've said that, all moulded plasterwork
cornices, a carpet so thick you could hunt lions in it and furniture that
looked straight from a museum but comfortable all the same. We listened to
Radio Peter churning out a mixture of russpop and western stuff and just
relaxed until there was a knock on the door and yet another young man
wheeled in a trolly with a mountain of food on it, if this was a standard
breakfast God knows what a big one was like. The boy or youth I suppose had
us sign a docket and then informed us that our paper would be with us
shortly. We thanked him and he was on his way.

'Nice lad, nice food as well.' Ivan commented exploring the various covered
dishes.

'Not as nice as the boys.'

'True.' As if on cue the bell went again and I just shouted out for the
visitor to enter, I'd started shovelling food down my mouth by then.

'Your paper, sir... sirs,' a smiling Basil came in and placed a newspaper
alongside Ivan. 'Settling in alright, sir?' I suppose it was pretty clear
we were fresh from the bath, I just hoped it wasn't so obvious we'd jusy
had sex.

'Yes, thank you,' Ivan fished out a small denomination rouble note and
handed it across.

'Thank you sir,' Basil looked uncertain for a moment. 'Don't forget if I
can help out over your stay it would be my pleasure.' All very by the book,
hotel training manual, I thought and wondered just how helpful he could be,
I still remembered the two waifs out in the snow at six o'clock when we'd
arrived.

'How much can you help? Ivan spoke around a forkful of sausage.

'Clubs, nightspots, girls... underage girls,' the boy leered. 'Nightclubs,
gambling clubs.'

'Go back a bit,' Ivan laughed and washed his sausage down with tea, I just
sat there entranced, I'd never know Ivan was such a man about town.'
'Underage...?'

'Girls...' Basil grinned. 'Boys...'

'What sort of boys?' I blurted out.

'What sort of boys do you like?' Basil stood solemn for a moment although a
slight smile hovered on his lips.

'Bellboys like Basil and Oleg would be nice for an afternoon game,' Ivan
laughed.

Basil didn't bat an eyelid. He just stood there with a slight grin on his
face. 'We share a staff room up in the attic and we are free after midday.'
He stepped back and looked at us both. 'No rough stuff, nothing kinky.'

'All the way?' Ivan asked.

'We're not girls,' Basil tried to look tough. 'You're only country kids,
you do us and we do you.'

'Fair enough... how old are you both?'

'Oleg is thirteen and I'm fourteen.'

'Perfect Ivan looked at me and suddenly stood up, as quickly as a striking
snake he grabbed the boy and clasping the kid's tight bottom pulled him in
roughly. Basil looked shocked for a moment and then giggled as he felt
Ivan's body press against him and Ivan's strong hands fondle his
bottom. 'Around one o'clock?' He smiled.

'You and Oleg?'

'Both of us,' Basil agreed as Ivan let him go. 'Au revoir,' he bowed and
with a cheeky giggle disappeared back to his work.

'Whew,' Ivan grinned. 'That was easy, mind you they're all on the game
these kids.'

'And it's snowing so they can't go out shoplifting,' I muttered.

'Misery guts,' my friend laughed and dug back into his breakfast. I suppose
I should call him my boy friend now but the final bit of the deal was yet
to come and I was stirring down below thinking about it. My strength was
coming back. It would soon be time for the return match or the second round
perhaps. Ivan grinned at me across his breakfast, he knew, he was reading
my mind the dirty sod.

We finished breakfast and had a cursory flip through the paper, the radio
continued to play easy to listen to music interspersed with gloom and doom
regarding the snow but that didn't worry us. We were settled in the lap of
luxury. However, it was fortunate that we remained dressed and decent as
the Hotel Manager put in an appearance and welcomed us as the winners of
the particular competition we had won. His hotel's owners had some tie up
with the Education Authority but I'd switched off halfway through the
speech. He left after a while leaving us a long typewritten list of
functions (very minor) we would attend in the hotel and a few outside
touristy trips we would do accompanied and guided by local Institute boys
doubtless volunteers or dragged from their holidays. We had a busy itinery
but most of it was what you could call fun stuff and Petersberg was a sort
of Holy City for we Russians, it was the seat of our cultural heritage far
more than Moscow which was nothing more than an administrative centre
albeit the capital city. The biggest event was on Friday evening before we
returned and that was a dinner dance at the local Linguistic Institution
but I was glad to see that the dress was down as informal and it seemed
more of a High School bash than anything else. The main thing was that we
had all of today clear and also Thursday, even organisers realised we were
youths and needed time out... it was supposed to be a holiday after all.

'So warm in here,' Ivan moaned peeling his shirt off. 'I could use a lie
down before the boys arrive.'

'Some time to go yet, it's barely nine.'

'We can pass the trime,' he smirked.

'Sure we can,' I stood and reached down grabbing his hand, it was my turn
to lead the way this time and I didn't know quite what way to go about
it. Still, there was only one way to find out. I pulled him to his feet and
reeled him in mashing my lips to his and smiling as his busy tongue slipped
into my mouth again. Good, we were on the same wavelength. We did a sort of
shuffle into the bedroom and then it was a jolly wrestle on the bed lazily
removing each other's clothing until at last we lay naked together writhing
around exploring every square centimetre of each other's bodies. This time
I was the first to go down on him taking his engorged organ in my mouth and
tasting the sweet and sour of his precum, his lubrication but he didn't
need it. I was the one who needed the juice and I felt the smear on my knob
end, I had stacks. I nearly brought him to cum a couple of times but used
the old trick I used when wanting to prolong a wank, I nipped his scrotum
off until he begged me to let him cum. No mercy for this boy, I'd heard
about a frontal and even seen pictures of it so I went for it hoisting his
legs up baring his botom and his pucker. It was surrounded by whispy hairs
but I didn't falter, I ducked my head and attacked him with my tongue
finally working a finger inside his tight flesh until he squirmed and
moaned, threshing around on the bed and finally folding his knees back onto
his chest in surrender.

'Don't have to beg do I?' He looked at me defiantly.

'No,' I shuffled up and placed my weeping glans against his saliva coated
pucker and gently pushed.

'Jeez, Pav,' he groaned and screwed his eyes shut and I pushed harder and
felt his tight little muscle yield. A jerk and I was inside his tight arse
and his internal heat surrounded me, another little push and he sighed in
relief as my shaft entered as well to be gripped by his tightness. 'Oh, my
Gawd. It feels so big,' his calves came down onto my back and he held my
hips as I started to gently work myself in and out of his deliciously tight
yet slick tunnel. I started to move in and out working my way in deeper and
deeper until my pubics and my lower belly pressed against his tautly spread
bottom and he grabbed my neck for another kiss. Our tongues played a
slippery game as I began to move faster and faster, corkscrewing after a
while and giving the extra dig at the end of each movement.

'I won't cum in you.' I promised breathlessly.

'Why not?' He panted. 'You can't give me a baby. I want you to,' he grinned
up at me. 'Go for it, Pavel.'

I did. I rammed and fucked into his sweet bottom and was jolting him up the
bed by the time I finally climaxed in a series of throbbing squirts that
flooded him. I felt the mess and my spunk outside his ring and subsided on
him as his legs slipped down my body.

'Now that was something else,' he lay there with his mouth open as I
nuzzled wetly at his jaw. 'And here's me thinking you were a bitch.'

'Now you know,' I grinned rather smugly I suspected and giving one final
dig with my limpening organ slipped freee with a gush of cum. Honours even
on the sex front I reckoned.

'You haven't finished,' he smiled a little nervously I thought. Then I
realised, I moved down the bed and took him in my mouth again. This time he
could cum, I wanted to taste it, I wanted to savour my Ivan. He didn't
waste any time as soon as I'd started moving my head up and down on him he
ruffled my hair and pumped furiously upwards until he groaned that he was
about to cum. I didn't take a blind bit of notice but kept on him until I
felt his sweet splats in my mouth. The first one made me gag and choke but
I swallowed it and let the rest just slip down my throat. It tasted funny
but not disgusting and I idly wondered what the smaller and younger boys
tasted like. 'Gawd, you are so hot,' he dragged me up the bed and we kissed
even harder and more fiercely this time sharing his creamy slime. Neither
he nor I could get enough of each other, we writhed and wriggled about
until I pulled the top cover over us and we snoozed. It was a hell of a way
to start a holiday but there was more to come and a full week of it.

I phoned down just before midday and found that lunch was being served so
after a quick wash we went down and took a light meal. Both Basil and Oleg
were booking off by the looks of things as we crossed the reception and
gave us an inquiring look. I gave them a reassuring nod and got sunny
smiles in return, we needed to eat quick and be back on station by one
o'clock for a new adventure.

'I don't know how to handle these kids,' I muttered to Ivan over the soup.

'You've only got one to handle, not two,' he grinned speaking
quietly. 'Split them up and one take the bathroom or lounge and the other
the bedroom.'

'How do we do that?'

'Easy peasy,' he grinned. 'We'll spin a coin... who do you prefer?'

'Basil I think.'

'No problems, he grinned. 'I think Oleg is so cuddly, I could eat him.'

'Cook him first,' I laughed.

We'd barely settle back in our room when there was a quiet knocking and our
two little angels scuttled in, both were dressed in what I suppose was
their normal gear, jeans, t-shirts and lightweight jackets. Certainly not
good enough for venturing outside but fine for scurrying around hotel
rooms. I wondered how many times the pair of them had played out this
scenario for guests but dismissed it. Ivan, as even. made the first move,
he grabbed little Oleg and drew him down onto his lap. I, far more sedately
gave Basil the 'needy look' and the kid grinned and flopped down with me
onto the two seater I was on.

'What time do you have to be away by?' Ivan had to ask, he was the
practical one.

'You feed us and let us watch TV and we'll stay forever,' Oleg giggled and
wriggled his little bottom into Ivan's lap.

'We're not on duty until six in the morning,' Basil smiled at me which left
the arrangement pretty open ended. It was pretty clear we couldn't take
them on a Club crawl and the weather was against sight seeing so it looked
like we were in for an afternoon's sex gaming... so sad. What was even
worse was that we'd have to entertain them in the evening somehow and then
perhaps bed them... even sadder but then again we could always swop
partners. I think it was there and then that I decided we should use beds,
bugger the false modesty, I was sure I had seen a screen in the bedroom, we
could put that between the bed and maybe that's just what it was there for.

I'd made my first move and it was a very tentative one, I'd just draped my
arm around Basil and he rested against me but I felt his hand on my thigh
and he looked up at me just a little uncertainly. Ivan had no finesse he
was bouncing the smaller Oleg up and down on his lap and the kid was
getting redder and redder in the face as he giggled and squirmed clearly
thoroughly enjoying himself.

I looked at Basil and as he turned his head to face me I held his smooth
chin and planted a little peck on his lips. 'About time,' he muttered and I
felt his hand clasp my nearly total hardon through the material of my
jeans. 'I haven't had time for a bath.' Well, there you go. Not a very
romantic line but a great starter.

'Come,' I stood hauling him to his feet and took him to the bathroom, it
was one way to get privacy and even more importantly a surefire place to
get naked. After that it was anyone's guess, we both wanted to play so
where was the problem?

He stood in the centre of the bathroom and looked around as I turned the
bath on adding a huge squirt of foam. He was slender and a lot smaller than
Ivan, we'd fit in better but now I had the experience I was keen to get
going. Well, keen was a bit mild, I was bloody trembling with anticipation,
desire, lust... all of them. This was my very first boy. God, I'd only just
lost my own virginity and here I was on the corruption trail although I
might have missed the boat with Basil, he was a bit like that old western
song they sing in the drinking halls, Second Hand Rose.

'Nice bathroom,' he commented quietly and looked at me shyly. My, my... I
thought he was going to leap on me and rape me. I just didn't know what to
do, how to start but before it got embarassing I grabbed him and brought
him in for a kiss and then it was alright. As he clung to me and moved
against me I got my hands inside his t-shirt feeling his smoothness and the
firmness of his boyish torso. He was thin and as I found out lithe, well,
we don't have fat Russian kids, we don't feed them enough. I managed to get
his jacket off followed by his shirt and managed to lose mine in the
process. After that it was plain sailing, we subsided onto the floor and
undressed each other and I was delighted to see his spike was hard and he
was clearly up for some action for as I kissed down his chest sucking on
his coral pink nipples he grasped my rock hard cock and moved it up and
down running my foreskin over the glans smearing what little ooze there was
until the end was gleaming.

'In the bath,' I muttered as I disposed of his socks. he was now fully
naked and mine. I admired his tight little white arse as he stepped over
into the foamy water and followed close behind. We didn't do as I and Ivan
had, facing each other. I sat in the normal position and he sat in my fork
with his back to me, I gently soaped him and played with his nipples, chest
and eventually took his solid meat in my hands. He sighed and lay back on
me squashing my own erection and he turned his head to the side allowing me
to kiss and nuzzle at the side of his smooth jawline.

'I've never been in one of these bathrooms before... well, not to bathe,'
he giggled.

'What about your other..?'

'Clients, customers?'

'Yeah,' I answered not really wanting to know. One thing I rather presumed
and that was you shouldn't really ask a prostitute about her or his other
associations.

'We're not on the game, Oleg and myself,' he squealed indignantly. 'We
share a room and play around together, we don't rent ourselves out.'

'Really?' I said not really believing him.

'We haven't asked for money have we?'

'True,' I grinned sliding down the bath and taking him with me so that he
was more or less laying on my belly, I was inches away from penetrating his
tight little milky white bottom but it was too early. He rolled over and
his legs went around my stiff cock and he lay looking at me with a grin on
his face.

'Disbelieving bastard,' his lips came down onto mine and that was it. We
threshed about the bath kissing (and making a hell of a mess) and this time
I got two nice handfuls of firm white flesh as I pulled him in tightly
moving between his legs and letting his cock slid up and down on my
belly. Uncomfortable but fantastic.  I remebered how Ivan had started me
off and decided to take a leaf out of his book. I got Basil to stand and
with much stroking and playing around took his small nuts into my mouth
nearly freaking him in the process but when I took his jutting spike in as
a follow up he was over the moon. He moaned and groaned pumping into my
mouth and probably feeling a bit surprised. Here he was anticipating rape
or something similar and he was being pleasured by a willing mouth and
being treated like a prince. Little did he know what my end game
was... well, of course he did, he was a Petersberg boy not a dummy.

'Come on out...' I guided him from the warm water and lay him out on the
carpet maintaining my sucking and fondling of his slippery body. I crouched
over him and moved around, he got the idea immediately. As my danglies
moved across his face he reached out and guided my own steamingly hard
erection down to his mouth and away we went. We finished up on our sides on
the sodden carpet sucking away and generally exploring each other's bodies
to the full. He was good and I especially liked his little blonde pubic
bush, he had a nice solid cock and I managed to get it all into my mouth
and stirred his silky hairs with my nose. He couldn't get all mine in his
mouth but he tried as I gently fucked into his warm suction. It couldn't
last and it didn't.

He suddenly went into rabbit mode squealing and grunting and then I felt
his meat jerk and the warmth of his salty slime as it splattered into the
back of my mouth. I choked but managed to suck him dry grasping his firm
young buttocks as they tensed up and then softened. After that he rolled me
onto my back and did a class job. His head bobbed up and down on me until
my surge came and he gobbled away like a right little slut even smearing
the last of my youthful spunk over his face as he grinned up my belly at
me.

'Wow, that was soooo dirty,' he grinned cheefully laying up alongside me.

'Excellent,' I agreed and held him tightly and at last made my move. My
fingers slipped into his crack and I intruded one finger into his tiny
sphincter. He just flinched for a moment and settled back onto my probing
clamping and easing his cheeks. 'Later,' he grinned.

'Wanna go to bed? You were up early.'

'Yeah. What time did you leave your place... Volchov or whatever.'

'About four o'clock,' I got to my feet and we got back into the bath
rinsing off with the shower attachment. Then we did the fluffy towel
business which was fun. I must have kissed and mouthed every inch of his
beautiful boy's body. I was hard again and he just laughed, he knew what I
wanted and I think he wanted to experiment if what he'd said was true.

'You know how we knew?'

'What?'

'How Oleg and I knew you were worth chatting to.'

'Do tell,' I sat on the edge of the bath as he finished up.

'Oleg followed you up the Grand Staircase and everyone looks around all
touristy. Not you two though. You and your mate had your eyes glued to my
bum and then your mate said something to you about being a dirty
boy... that's how,' he finished triumphantly.

'So you and your little pal decided to seduce us?.

'Didn't need much seducing,' he laughed and then squealed as I grabbed his
warm body and brought him in for another bout of the old tongue
tango... see, I'm learning all the chat.

We walked through to the lounge to find Ivan and Oleg covered with a
bedspread laying in front of the fire. They seemed to be asleep which
suited me fine, I took Basil into the bedroom and put the big tapestry
style screen between the beds. Perhaps that is what it was for but no
matter it hid one bed from the other and that was the main thing.

'Bedrooms partitioned,' I called through to Ivan and received a sleepy
groan in return. I turned around and Basil was in the bed with his cheeky
face peering above the bedding, I was lost, I was in love, I was also
getting hard again. I must have dozed off with Basil's slender body in my
arms but was awoken by a mumbling and I heard Ivan and Oleg getting into
their bed. That was it, just like happy families. The next time I woke up
and it was much colder so I snuck from the bed and put two bars on the
fire, risking a peep out of the curtains I saw the snow was blizzarding
down. The Prospekt was deserted apart from one rather forlorn snow plough
running up and down scattering snow to the side and gritting at the same
time, looking at the clock I was surprised to see that it was nearly five.

I crept back into my bed to be met by Basil's arms reaching out for me and
I held him for a few minutes. I was as hard as a rock yet again and was
considering the ultimate and it didn't need much considering. I rolled him
over onto his tummy ignoring his sleepy protests and under the bedding
partyed his legs and knelt between them.

'This is war,' he chuckled into the pillow.

'This is love,' I put on my romatic Russian voice and ducked down to kiss
his beatifully smooth and warm satin skinned bottom. Flathanding his cheeks
I started to lick and lap at his little crack going deeper as it got more
slippery at every lick.

'Oooh,' he warbled and I heard a giggle from the next bed but I ignored
them as he pushed up his tiny little rump. Slipping a pillow under his
groin I attacked him again but this time slipping a finger through his
tight little muscle deep into his inner heat. He moaned and clamped on me
but made no objections as I slowly finger fucked him easing, relaxing and
lubricating his tight little boy fanny. 'That feels so weird,' he wriggled
back on my finger and clamped his little back door. God, I could use his
bottom at Christmas for cracking nuts.

Now came the ace in the hole, the piece de resistance if you want to go
posh. I reached over to the bedside unit and took the sachet I had found in
the bathroom cabinet and ripped the top off. A thick and slippery white
cream oozed onto my fingers which I applied to his little exposed pucker.

'Hey... what's that?' He tried to look over his shoulder but then nearly
purred with content as I annointed him carefully and then slipped my
forefinger in deeply stroking his little prostate just inside his back
door. 'Whoooo...' his head dropped to the pillow and his bum glistened in
the half light undwer the bedclothes. I smeared the rest on my hardness
until it was shining and straining with my foreskin well and truly gone.

I smeared my leaking glans against his puckered hole and gently pushed. We
both groaned as I entered his tightness and he pushed back as I pushed
in. Half my cock slid into him like a hot knife into hot butter before his
hand pressed against my thigh. I paused for just a couple of seconds and
started to move in and out. I was now firmly lodged in his hole and other
than a few groans into the pillow he was accepting me. But I was moving
faster now and he had started to push back really hard and we were
fucking. My belly and pubes pressed against his bottom and my arms snaked
around him flathanding his belly and chest as I dug into his tiny bottom
with sinuous moves reaching every corner of his hot gut.

'Harder,' he gasped and pushed back onto me as I moved. That was good
enough for me, I started to really shag slamming into his bottom and he
started as well. Started to moan and groan that is but not with pain but
with pleasure. I forced him flat onto the bed and shagged my little heart
out. I couldn't hold out, I wished it could go on forever but I slipped out
a couple of times and slid right in again. His ring was taking a battering
but he didn't complain, he just kept pushing up onto me until I exploded a
massive cum into his tiny bouncy bum. It seemed to go on forever and he lay
quite still although I felt his muscles tense and ease as if he was milking
me. In the end I withdrew my messy cock from his back end and pulled him
onto my belly as I lay there gasping and panting like and old
man. 'Whew...' he grinned at me and licked across my lips until I opened my
mouth and let him in. 'It didn't even hurt.'

'Great,' I laughed as he dry humped me with his stiff cock mashing against
my now soft and totally defeated weapon. He was good and ready and I wanted
him in me, just as a matter of interest you understand. I wasn't an
eighteen year old shag for thirteen or fourteen year old bellboys... well,
maybe for this week. It's surprising hhow a one inch lump of soft flesh can
suddenly sprout to four or even more of stiff gristle and have an oozy
end. This kid was fourteen and he was fully developed but then again I
couldn't even remember what I was like at fourteen so I couldn't really
compare.

'Ready,' he realsied what I'd done and what I'd offered as I lay back and
raised my knees to my chest. He didn't look down at my hole, perhaps he
didn't want to, he just shuffled in closer and squeezed the remainder of
the lotion from the sachet and smeared it onto his jerking penis. I felt
his slippery end rub against me and then with a fixed stare he pierced me.

'Jesus, Basil,' I jerked in shock but it was too late. He was in me and
with a fixed grin on his face began to fuck sinking deeper and deeper at
each thrust

'Aaah... poor baby,' he whispered mockingly and dropped his lips to mine. I
held his smooth skinned hips as he began to move faster and then I felt his
belly on my squishy and deflated cock. He was more of less laying on top of
me moving just his hips and I dropped my legs onto his back bonding him
in. 'Yeah,' he grunted in satisfaction and pumped away into my slick
hole. He was no trouble after Ivan and it was quite pleasant, if that's the
word. I just liked him laying on me, the feel of his skin and the tactile
pleasure of running my hands down his back and drifting them across his
tight buttocks.

'Harder,' I groaned in spite of myself and he just smirked and started to
pump away hard and fast as I lifted my legs again and then wrapped them
around his waist giving him better penetration.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' he chanted as he hamered in and at last I was rewarded
by his boy cock throbbing and squirting a fair amount of cum. I was
surprised, I was being silly expecting a little jerk and a dribble, this
was a fully developed boy and he had sex to spare. A hundred roubles to ten
he'd be randy again in an hour and ready for a second go... hopefully. He
flopped on me and rubbed his sweaty face into he crook of my neck and I
just stroked his bottom, I couldn't get enough. As he moved up a little I
got my fingers netween his cheeks and penetrated his icky ring with my
forefinger and worked it to and fro, as I did I felt myself harden. 'No
chance,' he giggled. 'Not until I've had a clean up.'

'After dinner?'

'I thought you pervos would want to swop around.'

'Less of the pervos,' I grinned. 'Maybe swop at bedtime .'

'We're invited for the night?'

'Well, if Ivan doesn't want Oleg I'll look after you both.'

'No you bloody well won't,' Ivan's voice came through the screen.

'Aaaah, Ivy,' I heard a young voice wail and then a muttering.

'We'll stick with our partners tonight and swop around another night,'
Ivan's voice came through the tapestry again.

'Fine,' I grabbed Basil and rolled over placing myself on top and bearing
him down into the bedding. Wordlessly his legs slipped up my sides and he
pushed my chest. I knelt up and looked down at him, I looked down at his
puffy little pucker and wordlessly positioned my solid meat at his oozing
hole and gently slipped inside his hot little body once again.

'Phone up for two big meals,' I ordered Ivan as I began to slip in and of
of a grinning Basil. 'Big meals, we have to hungry youngsters to feed.'

'He says yes,' Oleg's voice spoke and then he broke into laughter. 'He
can't talk, his mouth's full.'



				  THE END



This is another one filched from a dirty movie, I liked the boys/youths and
the story wrote itself. That's why the spelling mistakes LOL.  I might
continue with this one but it depends on feedback and also if my map of St
Petersberg arrives, I'm more familiar with the Kiev/Ukrainian scenarios.

Of course for the nitpickers the little lad right at the end wouldn't have
called Ivan, Ivy, he would have called him Vanya which is the correct 'pet
name' or diminutive.

Any pix of the boys are will be Screencaps and these are the same models I
used for 'David, The Younger Years' also available on Nifty.

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