Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:39:43 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: ARTUR AND ZHENYA

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.

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ARTUR AND ZHENYA



Part One



by



G. Cutterski




Hi, there. My name is Artur and I'm thirteen. I'm what you'd call an
average thirteen year old, average build, average looks, fair haired and
fresh faced as they say on the identity card. I live in the Ukraine in a
place called Lugansk which is in the Eastern Ukraine. Lugansk is a large
city and it's main claim to fame is that it provided most of the cannon and
shells for the Crimean War when the English and French tried to impose
their will on us and failed. Enough of that, we are all friends now and
although we consider ourselves strong and firm allies of the Russian
Federation, the Republic of the Ukraine and most younger Ukrainians look
westwards to Europe for our future.

One point I should mention regarding our city: Marshal Voroshilov was one
of our city's sons and during the Soviet era the city was named
Voroshilovgrad in his honour and then reverted to the original name at the
breakup of the Union. However, we still have Voroshilov Square, Street,
Road and Avenue so the old hero isn't quite forgotten.

This is not a political or geopolitical story and I suspect I hear the
sighs of relief. This is, I suppose, what you Westerners would call a
coming of age story. It is a short and slightly dirty tale of how I decided
what I wanted to be and which course of action I was going to pursue into
the near future. That sentence regarded my sex life not my career, I might
add. Homosexuality is not so easily tolerated as it is in the West and
being 'gay' is not something you want pencilled in on your school docket
when you leave. I attended a Sports Academy which is a school which places
greater emphasis on sport than other high schools but which still provides
a good education and if I couldn't achieve a swimming or track career I
still would have a good education behind me.

Russians and Ukrainians for that matter place great importance in education
and in physical excellence as our Olympic record must show. The here and
now or my recent adventures are what you wish to read about and here goes
as you English speakers say.

I normally spent Friday and Saturday night with my pal Zhenya who is
fifteen soon to become sixteen. He only lives around the corner from me in
one of the big blocks of flats and we have been friends for some time. He
is very good to me and very caring for an older boy. Most older boys tend
to ignore or even despise younger boys with less muscle and ability than
themselves, Zhenya was different. Our parents, or, at least, our fathers
worked at the same job so that brought us together as well. In fact, my
family went on holiday with Zhenya's down to the Black Sea where we shared
one of those old chalets. Rough living but good fun and lots of nudism
which we all liked. I think our little sisters (and we had one apiece)
enjoyed seeing their brothers running around flashing their bits. Mind you
they displayed their childish assets although they would improve in time if
nature was allowed to take it's course.

When I slept over at his flat we shared a large bed but nothing out of the
ordinary ever happened, even in the depths of winter we cuddled for warmth
and no more that than. Had I seen him with a hard on? Of course, you can't
share a bed with a boy and not see a 'morning glory' now and then, it
didn't embarass us, at least not me. I did notice as Zhenya, or Zhen as he
got called him began to hide his crotch a lot more as he got older. By the
by, I knew he liked me a little more than he should but I assumed his good
sense and decency would rule anything 'naughty' out of the question
although I was tempted to make maybe just a little move now and then.

Reading back on this I realised that I forgot to do a sketch of
Zhenya. Although only coming on sixteen he was a six footer and dark
skinned with dark hair, very handsome on the tough style and he held his
summer tan much better than I. If we weren't such good friends I might have
fancied him which may sound contrary and it is. I was going through that
thirteen year old stage where I didn't really know what I wanted. I liked
playing about at the gym or on the pitches with my pals and I even liked
playing about with myself at times but that's personal.

There is a phrase 'mixed up kid' and I think at the time I was one of
those. Was I heterosexual, bisexual, asexual, I didn't know? I was up for
grabs.

As we were on holiday our Friday started with a small breakfast and then a
leisurely walk around to the gym which was open for part of the day, Friday
was boy's day so there were no adults other than a couple of intructors to
keep order. To be perfectly honest I think we chatted more and probably did
some crafty sightseeing or ogling as I've learnt to call it than actual
real exercising. This Friday started no differently to any other, we
greeted our friends and sat around chatting as others used the
equipment. Some were naked and why not, it wasn't unusual and we don't have
the nudity taboo which seems so common is Western Europe. Of course the
sauna was a draw especially with families that have poor accomodation and
maybe even lack a proper bathroom and to follow on from this there was
steady traffic from sauna to equipment and vice versa. There were some boys
I would like to have got to know better but you were on a knife edge if you
looked or stared at another boy's privates apart from the shame of popping
a hard on, now that would be ultra shameful.

I think in deep confidence that there were a few 'at it' and I suppose boys
will be boys. I often wondered on our sleepovers if Zhen was ever going to
move on me but he never did and I didn't dare make the first approach
although I came very close a few times. We sat around and eventually did
some exercising and then it was time for the sauna and the small pool. We
must have trailed the others as we were just about the last pair in and
enjoyed the space and the quietness. I think we may even have been the last
in the place. It didn't matter, last in locked up so I lay on my towel on
my belly and Zhenya did his usual amateur massage.

I felt his strong hands on my back and then one grasped my sweat soaked
bum. I flinched and I held my breath.

'Alright, Art?' I got called Art most of the time by everyone apart from my
mother and little sister.

'Yeah,' I croaked. I couldn't believe it, Zhen had actually touched me
'down there' for the first time ever and he hadn't removed his hand.

'Beautiful,' he whispered and continued to stroke and squeeze my
buttocks. I couldn't help it, I felt myself harden and my dick grew. I
lifted my middle to allow it to expand and he chuckled. 'I've wanted to do
this for a long time,' he whispered and then the shock. I felt his lips
brush across my bottom and then a firm and very definite kiss. 'Sorry,' he
mumbled.

'I don't mind.'

'Go, swim,' he laughed and slapped my bum. 'We'll do something silly
otherwise.' I scrambled for my towel and rushed for the pool concious of my
dick sticking out at full stretch and then of Zhen wrapping his towel
around his middle. God... he was huge. His fat cock was totally solid and
jutting like a battering ram. Before he covered I even noticed the head was
shiny and I knew exactly what it was. It was the same as I awoke to
sometimes, he was dribbling his semen, I think they called it precum. It's
what the body produced to aid copulation. My Zhenya fancied me.

I dropped my towel and jumped into the cool and very refreshing
water. Thank God my erection instantly started to deflate as I
floated. There was an almighty splash as Zhen cannonballed in alongside me
and surfaced shaking his head to clear the water.

'Sorry, Artur,' he said seriously and he flushed as he stood looking at me.

'No probs,' I said in my best classroom English with an American accent.

'There are,' he contradicted me and moved in. 'I don't want to stop...'

'Don't then,' I too made a little move, I moved closer. 'We should go out
and lock up though, we are the last.'

'Yes,' he agreed and then laughed. He grabbed me around the waist and
pulled me in ducking his head. 'I'm going to do something really silly
now.'

'Go on then, be silly,' I dared him concious of his heavy now flaccid penis
pressing against my belly. 'Go on.' I closed my eyes and waited. I knew
what he was going to do, I wished it, I willed it.

His strong hands grasped my buttocks pulling us together even tighter and I
felt his penis begin to harden again as we swayed and his lips crushed
against mine. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue slide between my teeth
and we swayed in the water sharing our first ever kiss in the gloom and
silence of the now empty sauna section.

'Oh, my God,' I heard him mutter as he lifted me level in the water and
pressing me back against the side and attacked me again with his
lips. 'Artur...'

'Stop, Zhen. Stop.' I squealed and wriggled free of him. 'We can't do this
here.'

He stood back and looked at me, disappointment washed over his face and his
eyes dropped and then he must have realised what I'd said. 'Somewhere
else?'

'Let's lock up and walk,' I grinned.

The lockup was routine for the last ones out of the gym and we did what was
required. It was surprising that a situation of complete trust between the
adults and we boys had survived so long but it had and we did our part,
Zhen taught many of the younger boys and I fleetingly wondered how safe
they were with him but dismissed the unworthy thought from my mind. After
the locking up we returned the keys to the caretaker and walked towards the
river. We often rambled around the old railyards and industrial areas that
front that river. These are now being cleared and small private businesses
are springing up. There is a lot of Euro money flooding into the country
and new business is everywhere.

We weren't interested in the new places or their business for that matter,
we were looking for privacy and we found it in a block we had explored
before. We had played in there when younger and with friends had started
fires, broken windows and done what young hooligans do. Zhen looked around
and then pulled aside the rusted link fencing and we were in, back to our
old gang's headquarters.

'Upstairs. We can see anyone coming,' he hurried me along. 'It's as quiet
as quiet can be on a Friday afternoon,' he grinned over his shoulder as we
clambered up the rubbish strewn stairs to the upper levels.

There was a small office right at the top which used to be our den and the
marks of various little fires scarred the surface of the concrete but it
was safe, dry, reasonably windproof and gave good vision of the track
outside.

'Now, Artur, my friend,' Zhen stood with his back to the wall and held his
arms out. Unthinkingly I moved into his embrace as if it was the most
natural thing in the world and felt his strength encircle me and then his
lips on mine. I didn't even think of right or wrong, I just held him and
returned the kiss reaching out for his groin feeling the soft mass within
slowly began to harden in my grasp. I moved against him feeling my own dick
rubbing up against his leg getting harder and harder as well. 'Turn
around,' he muttered and pressed me flat against the wall. 'Tell me to stop
if you want me to,' he reddened and dropped to his knees.

I was in shock, I suppose I knew what he was going to do but didn't believe
it, I may have come from an obscure Ukrainian city, an old Russian oblast
but I wasn't an innocent... boys talk, boys see films and read
magazines. We may not have been as modern and upto date as the big city
boys in Kiev and elsewhere but we knew the facts of life. Zhen nuzzled at
my crotch through my track suit bottoms and I felt his hands fondle my bum
again but this time he held the material and I felt my trousers slowly
being slid down. Thank the Lord it wasn't cold but I don't think that would
have stopped him. I felt his face against my smooth inner legs and his hot
breath on my scrotum as he nuzzled at my briefs. Then the final move. He
held my hips and his dry lips munched at my hardness through the thin
cotton of my underwear.

'Tell me to stop if you wish, Art.'

'Yeah... don't stop,' I whispered and thrust my hips into his face.

He chuckled and pulled the front of my briefs down allowing my hardness to
pop free into the fresh air but it didn't stay exposed for long. He just
took me in one swallow nearly making me faint with pleasure as his lips
slid up and down my rock hard shaft. More fumbling and both my track suit
and my briefs were around my ankles and he pulled them clear of my shoes. I
was naked other than the jumper and jacket that covered my top half. He had
my smooth cheeks in his hand and sucked and lapped merrily on my straining
cock. I felt his fingers in my crack and then one finger stroke and toy at
my ring. As I wriggled and pumped into his mouth I felt him prod and prod
and then I opened up allowing his finger to enter me and then a totally
wonderful feeling as he started to move his finger in and out and I fucked
into his mouth.

'You like? My beautiful Artur?' He grinned up my body and I just looked
down at him and smiled. I didn't know if I could get his huge cock into my
mouth but I would try, I would repay him.

I held his head lightly as it bobbed to and fro and he played with my
smooth scrotum which was getting tighter and tighter. I groaned and pumped
harder, my time was coming and I could feel the heat in the base of my
cock.

'Zhen...ya...' I wailed but he held me even tigher ramming his finger in
tight and hard and taking me right into the back of his throat as I
suddenly spasmed and I felt my semen shoot up my erection and splatter into
his gulps and his sucking. He drained me as I had one of the best cums of
my young life and as I sagged he drew me down and we cuddled on my
discarded clothing and the dusty concrete floor.

'Nice?' he grinned at me and no blush this time.

'Very,' I sighed and accepted another kiss this time tasting the
strangeness of spunk on his lips and it was mine. Never mind, that was no
reason to deny my Zhenya his kiss. He'd earned it and soon he was going to
get something better, something he would really like, something I owed.

We kissed and snuggled, he seemed to love my smooth bottom he couldn't keep
his hands off and I knew what he wanted, however, this wasn't the time nor
place and I was damn well scared. He had a mansized cock and the thought of
him trying to ram that inside me made me more than scared, I was frightened
but there was something I could do for him and I was about to get down to
it. In our cuddling and kissing I managed to get the front of his trousers
down and delved into his underwear feeling the heat and the thickness of
his cock which was super hard and even slippery as I ran my thumb over the
swollen head.

I ducked down and nuzzled at his middle finally getting the massive thing
out into the open.

'You don't have to do this, Artur,' he whispered but I did and he knew
it. As he continued to massage my bottom I grasped his thick shaft and
licked across the top of his oozing glans. He gave a low moan and pumped up
a little, that was good enough for me. I fished his heavy scrotum free and
playing with his thick black pubic bush sank my mouth over his swollen and
almost crimson cock's end. It tasted funny but there was no going back
now. I did as he had, I ducked my head and slipped my lips up and down his
shaft as far as I could sucking and trying to breath through my nose. It
was easy once I got the knack and I was surprised how much of him I could
get in. I felt the pressure of his slippery knob in my throat but kept
going as he was now pumping away literally fucking my face.

'Artur, Artur, Art...' he moaned and I felt the thing swell and get even
harder. His balls were uptight and I knew he was going to blast. It felt
like one of those huge rockets in the Urals and my mouth was stretched and
my cheeks bulged when finally I felt the hot squirts and splashes go
straight down my throat until gasping and gagging I managed to spit his
pulsating cock out and held it staring as the final spurts splashed across
my jaw and lips and the last dribbles ran over my knuckles.

'Wow!' I was breathless. I'd never seen anything like it, it was so thick
and white, mine was almost watery in comparison, milk opposed to cream.

'Sorry, sorry, sorry,' he babbled but I clambered up pressing my lips to
his and we enjoyed another of those gum numbing kisses only this time his
copious cum smeared both our faces and we finally broke and gazed at each
other. This time there was no shame and no remorse.

'You taste nice,' I giggled and mauled his softening semen stained penis.

'Stop it,' he laughed and took my hand away. 'Would you like to walk around
my cousin Pasha's flat?' He looked at me and I could see the nervousness in
his eyes. His cousin Pasha, by the way, was a bit of a mystery. Lots of
money but his job was a bit of a mystery, there was talk that he lurked
around the big hotels in the city centre but whether he was a thief of one
of the golden boys was open to question. Incidently 'golden boy' was an old
Russian term for a male escort or more rudely a hustler but maybe a high
class one, an official's hustler, one who was protected. Pasha or Pavel as
he was sometimes called always had money, he was only a young man of twenty
one but he was generous and people didn't ask questions.

'Will he be there?'

'For a bit but he has to go to work Friday afternoon and evening, we'll
have the place to ourselves.'

'MmmmKay.' We get a Russian language edition of South Park as well you'll
note. I didn't ask about the cousin's work, as he'd told me not to be nosey
last time I'd asked, the point was we didn't have to return to our own
place for a while and we did have a Friday to waste away.

We arrived on Pavel's doorstep in another block of flats but much tidier
than ours, they must have had a resident caretaker. Surprisingly enough it
had a lift and we took it, I hadn't been here before and was a bit
surprised that Zhenya would just burst in without any warning, perhaps he
and Pasha were closer than I'd though. It was another thought that got
banished to the back of my mind... for now.

I'd only met the guy once before and then only briefly but didn't seem at
all surprised to see Zhenya, they did the hugs and the shaking hands and I
settle for a handshake, I'm not into hugging strangers especially one as
weird as Pasha. He was all spruced up in a pale grey suit, pink shirt and a
dark red tie, he really looked like he was going to work in an office and
by the way, he was gorgeous in a young manly way. Dark hair only slicked
back and neatly cut, dark flashing eyes which may have indicated some
Romany in his bloodline... he must have had the ladies drooling in their
knickers.

'I am very pleased to meet you, Artur. Young Zhenya has talked about you a
lot.' He gave a bright smile well and truly putting Zhen on the spot.

'Ah,' I didn't know what to say. 'We are old friends.'

'Mmm, so I see,' he grinned. 'Well you can make yourself at home as I have
to work. A little more notice and I could have entertained you properly but
no matter. My house is yours.'

'Thank you,' Zhenya answered just as formally and that was it. A few
moments later Pasha was on his way. I was alone with Zhen and strongly
suspecting that I'd been well and truly set up. It was the only explanation
but I didn't really care, we were in comfort or near luxury and privacy, it
must be nice to have a seemingly well off cousin. I wondered what would
happen if I wandered around here without Zhen but that was just another one
of those thoughts banished to the back of my mind. A lot was happening
today and I was getting a bit befuddled to put it mildly.

'Drink?' Zhen held up a bottle of wine.

'I shouldn't really, we are minding the little ones tonight.'

'Just one to get you in the mood.'

'I am in the mood,' I flopped onto the big sofa and kicked my shoes off
which was quite acceptable in a friend's house.

'Good,' Zhen found two large glasses and topped them up presenting one to
me and then sitting alongside. 'Do you know what I would like to do?'

'I can't imagine,' I giggled and took a sip at the wine which was rather
pleasant. 'Something dirty?'

'Not really,' he smiled at me and kissed me chastely on the cheek. 'I'd
like to take you to the guest bedroom and explore your beautiful body
totally naked, every centimetre.'

'That sounds nice and it is nice and warm in here,' I laughed and took a
bigger swig of the wine.

'It is,' he agreed and his hand dropped to my groin kneading and feeling
for my penis which immediately reacted with apparent delight. It began to
grow, put it that way. Zhen grinned and swallowed his drink in one and
hopped up refilling the glasses.

'We'll get drunk,' I giggled with my head suddenly feeling light and a bit
woozy.

'We are Ukrainians, this is only wine not vodka,' he laughed and pressed
another glass on me which I accepted. Well, of course, we were Ukrainians
and we were also kids, we downed the bottle and he guided me to the spare
or the guest bedroom as he called it. I was feeling just a little drunk and
apart from not wanting to let my parents down couldn't have cared less. As
long as we were home for around seven we were alright and it was barely
three in the afternoon. My Zhen wanted to explore my body - so be it.

I laughed as he ushered me into the bedroom and pushed me so that I flopped
out across the bed, then he was on me, his hands were on my buttons and
zips and his lips were on mine. Wonderful. I just lay there returning his
kisses and soaking up the pleasure as he gently stripped me and I was
displayed fully naked for his demanding lips and flickering tongue.

'God, you are so beautiful, sweet Artur. I've been bottling this up for
ages,' he whispered and taking my reawakened penis in his hand gently slid
the foreskin back allowing the gleaming dark pink glans to glisten in the
afternoon sunlight. 'Beautiful,' he licked around the edge of my swollen
knob and then tickled the pee slit with his pointed tongue.

'Get naked, Zhenya,' I grunted tearing at his clothes. The thought of us
both nude and finally in each other's embrace was driving me crazy. I
wanted his strong body in my arms and I just wanted more of him, as much as
I could get. I had a crush or even a love job on my friend and it was so
strong it was hurting me... I wanted more but I was scared of where 'more'
was leading us.

I got him naked in the end and at last we lay in the warmth of that room on
that very comfortable bed tasting and relishing each other like young
lovers should. His big cock was absolutely solid again as was mine and we
ground against each other making things even worse (or better). He held me
closely and his hot meat was between my clenched thighs and I could feel
the slippery end glide into the bottom of my crack. Just one small movement
with my legs and he'd be in me, I wanted it but I didn't. How confusing is
that? It was so big but I also had questions to ask.

'What would happen if Pasha came back?'

'Nothing,' he smiled at me running his fingers lightly up and down my spine
and pulling me on top as he lay back on his back.

'What?' I laughed. 'Naked in his spare bedroom, playing at bad stuff.'

'I'm not playing,' he looked at me steadily. 'And it's not bad stuff if we
both like doing it.'

'You fixed it.' I said what I had to.

'Yeah,' he admitted and blushed a little. 'I'm sorry, I planned this for a
long time...  I just...'

'No matter,' I put my finger onto his lips. 'As long as you can trust
cousin Pasha.'

'I trust him, I know his boyfriend.'

'Who?'

'I can't say,' he clasped my taut cheeks and began to prod up between my
legs.

'Come on,' I wheedled. 'I won't tell anyone.'

'It's top secret, this kid puts himelf across as young Mr Macho.'

'Go on, I won't tell,' I promised.

'Alexis Solevov.'

'Alexis,' I heard my voice break. 'The Alexis in my class? He lives around
the corner?'

'Yeah, that's the one,' he mumbled obviously uncomfortable with having
betrayed his cousin's secret lover. 'Alexis has a key and keeps the place
tidy and looks after Pasha.'

'I bet he does,' I frowned and sniffed. 'He's only thirteen as well.'

'So are you, my sweet,' he rolled me over and started to move around. I
laughed as I knew where he was going and I was right. He held my jerking
hardness between his fingers and sank his mouth onto me. I grasped his
turgid meat and brought him around until his groin was above my face as he
crouched and then we started. This time he'd found some oil or salve from
somewhere and the finger or fingers that attacked my hole were slippery and
the first one sank into the hilt nearly making me cum on the spot.

'Aaaaah, Zhen,' I moaned as I sucked on him and he sucked me in return but
also worked his finger in and out of my bum. He withdrew once and then I
felt a brief pain as he got two fingers inside me and fucked away relaxing
and loosening my back door. I knew what he was upto, I might have been in
silly love but I wasn't an idiot.

'Alright?' He whispered anxiously.

'You're not doing me here,' I mumbled back. 'You'd better bring some of
that stuff for tonight.'

'You mean...' he stammered.

'I do,' I pushed back onto his moving fingers pleasuring myself in the mass
now rubbing up against something that made me almost cry out. He was
hitting the 'button' as they said in the dirty magazines we'd found
once. The male sex gland or whatever it is just inside the back passage,
the same one that the doctor at school checks out but this was nicer.  He
was rubbing his fingers against it on each move and I was destroyed
suddenly I felt the familiar burning sansation and held his head tightly as
I felt my cock begin to jerk and jet my boy juice deep into his throat.

It was incredible, so soon after a cum and here it came again, another two
or three squirts which he eagerly swallowed and then squeezed the final
dribble and trickle through my pinched foreskin lapping at the pearly
slime.

'So good,' he grinned and carefully slipping his fingers from my bum, he
gently held my head as he fell sideways and took me with him. I continued
to suck but also began to move around coaxing him onto his back. I crouched
between his legs and finding his lubricant stuck my finger into the open
pot and slid my fist with finger extended between his cheeks as he moaned
and lifted his knees a little. I scored in one sinking my finger into his
sweating hole feeling the softness of his bum hair something I lacked. I
probed and prodded moving my finger in and out of his heat as my head
stayed steady on his cock and I just sucked as if on a fleshy lollipop.
'Jesus, Artur, you're a monster.'

'Har, har,' I mocked. 'You started all this.' I slipped my finger free and
massaged his tight ball bag with my oily hand bringing more groans and
thrusts but this time I was going for the end game. To be honest, I was
very tempted to straddle his body and impale myself on his fat cock the
complete fifteen centimetres or whatever it was but my courage failed
me. He'd have to do me, I couldn't do it myself. I suppose I could fool
myself and think that he didn't want to go all the way but he did, he was
just working his way around to it and we would do it tonight come what may.

Both sets of parents would be at their normal Friday night club and as
usual we would have charge of our younger sisters but they would be safely
in bed by the time we retired and we would bar our door. It had become a
custom for both pairs of parents to sleep off their evenings festivities at
the non sleepover flat and tonight should be no different. We would have
the flat to ourselves other than two young girls who should pose no
problem. I trembled slightly at the thought of Zhenya taking me with that
huge lump of meat but he might even be too tired by then, time would
tell. What he didn't know was that I was all for equal shares, if he did me
and I was sure he would then I also wanted my share, I didn't want him to
think of me as the girl in the partnership. I did have some pride.

His ballsac tightened up and his precum oozed even more as I sucked and
managed to get his bulging glans right down to my choke point and then he
grabbed my head and held it in his strong hands... he was about to spurt. I
managed to pull free a bit and but to gobble and swallow as he blasted his
hot spunk into my mouth. Amazing considering it was his second but I
managed to swallow it all apart from what oozed from my mouth. I felt a
right slut but I was happy, I'd made my Zhen a happy boy from the look of
bliss on his face and he pulled me up onto his belly kissing and once more
clasping my tight little bottom. God, he did fancy my arse.

'Later,' I grinned.

'Tonight?'

'Tonight.' I agreed and we mashed lips in a spunk sodden kiss. Dirty but
nice.

We must have laid there for an hour in the warmth and cosiness just
snuggling and playing with each other's bodies but we were both played out
for the moment and we both had our evening to look forward to. I knew what
he wanted and I was going to let him have it, perhaps he didn't know what I
wanted but he would soon find out. After a lazy couple of hours we had to
make a move and we made free with Pasha's bathroom. Being nosey I had a
peep in the bedside cabinet drawer I saw what were obviously dildos, cords
and more lube but I didn't say anything to Zhen, he wouldn't like me
snooping.

'I wonder if Pasha does Alexis?' I asked as we shared a shower.

'Probably,' Zhen answered casually.

'Lucky man,' I allowed Zhen to wash my back noting that his soapy finger
was at work, he was still preparing me, he must have thought I was a fool
but then again I'd virtually agreed.

'Lucky man,' Zhen laughed. 'Do you like Alex then?'

'Possibly,' I answered coyly.

'Sex manaic,' he laughed and span me around. 'You should come up when he's
doing his cleaning routine.'

'Pasha might not like me approaching his boyfriend.'

'I wouldn't have thought Pasha could care less,' Zhen looked at me
seriously. 'Pasha likes young love, he'd probably approve.'

'Weird.'

'Isn't he,' Zhen laughed.

'Have you done things with Pasha?' I felt I had to ask.

'He's fucked me if that's what you mean,' Zhen mumbled and turned away
either in embarassment or for me to do his back, I did his back.

'Well, you are cousins,' I replied a little lamely. So much for true love
and virgins, I was the only virgin around here but then again... so be
it. At least I knew where I stood, I might have been having some sort of
romance or even a love job, my Zhenya was scoring a young friend and it was
me. I felt a bit tearful but steeled myself as I soaped his well muscled
bottom and drifted my fingers into his crack.

'Go on.' he whispered. ' 'Pasha was sex, you're more than that, Artur.'

'I hope so, Zhen. I really do,' I whispered and I really did but the rose
tinted glasses had been broken, it wasn't the same any more.

We finished up and left the place nice and tidy. One thing I noticed when
we left was that Zhen had a key and double locked the steel outer door when
we left, which only proved that he'd had this little scene or setup planned
well in advance. The other reason may have been that he was a regular
caller. I was confused and I needed time to think.

'Done it with Alexis?' I asked as we walked the road home.

'Questions, questions?'

'Well? Have you?' I asked impatiently.

'No, I haven't.'

'Mmmm...'

'Look Artus... sit down,' he perched on a low wall outside our block.

'What?'

'We can be lovers but we can't be mutually exclusive like a married
couple.'

'Why not?' My voice broke.

'It doesn't work that way, we're both young... and already you're thinking
about Alexis, you're thinking about Pasha.'

He must have been a mind reader and of course, he was right. I was thinking
of him as a gigolo, a cruiser, a lecher, choose the word and I was no
better. I'd been thinking about doing it with him and in the back of my
mind I'd been wondering what it would be like to do it with Pasha and I'd
definitely been thinking about getting into Alexis' trousers. I was no
better than he was.

'Right or wrong?' He looked up at me as I stood above him. I shrugged, it
was a bit of a cop out as the Americans say.

'Right it seems,' he said dryly.

'Just wondering,' I mumbled.

'And nothing wrong with that,' he smiled. 'You and I though... something
special?'

'Yeah,' I agreed with my fingers very firmly crossed. There is an English
saying that we'd learnt in class the previous term, we learn one a week by
the way. It was about having your cake and eating it. This little saying
said it all as far as Zhenya was concerned and I suppose I wasn't
blameless. I was thinking about his big cock and taking it but at the same
time I was thinking about my classmate Alex and the last time I'd seem him
wet and naked in the school showers. Slender, dark skinned and with his
lithe swimmers body... grrr, he was quite beautiful in a girly sort of way
although he was adequately equiped for a young boy. 'You and I, something
special,' I repeated his phrase and began to walk to our flats, he laughed
and followed. I smiled.

It felt weird, we'd more or less told each other that we were lovers and
then both had cleared the way to stray to be poetic. We must be a pair of
boy sluts together but he clearly had more experience than I had. He also
had a cousin who could prove useful. I suppose we were a little like
Russian and my country.... we were useful to each other, we had an accord.

Back up in my flat the families had congregated for our evening meal. It
was fun time for the adults as well as us kids, they got to party and we
got to childminding, I'm talking about Zhenya and myself. We would have the
host flat and they would go to the non host flat at the end of their night
and do what adults do. We would look after the girls and do what kids
do. It was a system that had become custom, it worked and it was fun. The
girls, Anya my sister who was nine and Svetlana, Zhenya's sister who was
ten were no real problem and seemed to like preparing food playing with
dolls and cleaning up. Little Mothers in waiting I suppose. The following
weekend we would reverse the system the only difference with this and the
next few weekend is that our sleepovers would include the Sunday night with
the schools being on holiday.

The meal was the usual and not worth writing about but we got the usual
list of things to do and things not to, the main ones as always was that we
were not permitted to leave the flat and we had to take care of the
girls. Of course both Zhenya and myself knew that this night was different
and our main aim was to tire the girls out and make sure that we could have
a night of peace and tranquility to do what we wished. As soon as the
parents were on the way we had the girls in front of the television and set
up the treasure search. This was a good one, we hid various goodies around
the place and in time would get the girls searching, this would keep them
going for a while and wear them out. After that we would play cards and
probably involve them in a grand tidy up around their bedtime. Maybe a bit
of story reading which they were both young enough to enjoy and finally
give them a bottle of sleeping tablets. Sorry, that last bit was a small
joke as they were both pretty good sleepers. We put them on a promise to
take them down by the river in the morning, that should ensure their good
behaviour for the evening.

All in all it was boring but it seemed to work, by the time nine o'clock
arrived and they'd had a vigorous dancing session they were exhausted and
heads were beginning to droop. A shared bath which gave them a good
giggling session and a chance to run around pretending to be coy and we had
them packed off to a shared bed. I didn't want to think what nine and ten
year old girls got upto in bed, they could hardly compare dickies like boys
and the subject is best left alone. Whatever it was they were normally very
quiet about it and it might even have involved sleep, stranger things have
happened. As for Zhenya and myself... we had other things on our minds.

We got a phone call around ten which was my father carrying out his final
check, I could hear loud music and conversation in the background and
guessed that they were settled in for the night as well. A final session of
turning off lights and checking the windows and safety door and we were
ready. Once in my room I placed a chair under the knob and we were safe at
least from the girls. It wasn't total security but my father wouldn't fit a
lock which he explained by fire and safety concerns but all's fair in love
and war, they didn't have a lock on their bedroom door either.

'So, here we are,' Zhenya stated the obvious as he peered from the window
through the slatted blind at the dark woods over the road. 'Real spooky
view you have.'

'Yeah,' I moved up behind him and put my arms around his waist rubbing up
against him. I was as randy as hell and fully recovered from our
afternoon's adventures.

'You're like a dog in heat,' he turned around to face me and then suddenly
picked me up in his strong arms and bore me back to the bed.

'Zhen,' I squealed and laughed as we fell onto the bed and he started his
impression of a sex mad teeny rubbing against me and munching on my
lips. 'Calm down,' I reached around stroking and then clasping his firm and
well muscled bottom through his khaki shorts.

'Let's get into bed.'

'I want to see you strip,' I lay back as he stood.

'Alright, then you,' he smiled and I lay back to watch the show.

He did a slow strip and the first thing I noticed was that his cock was
fully hard, he'd recovered and was probably looking forward to taking my
virginity. What he didn't realise yet was that I wanted my share, there was
going to be no one way fuck tonight. We either both got to do it or nobody
would. At last he stood by the bed fully naked looking down at me with a
faint smile on his face, I slipped to the side and after planting a brief
kiss on his slippery knob pushed him onto the bed. 'Get in, I'll do mine
now.'

I stood where he had and did exactly as he had and in the end stood there
naked with my smaller but just as hard dick sticking out and he just
grinned up at me and threw the bedding back. 'Come, Artur.' I switched the
light off and slipped into his warm embrace. As they say, the moment of
truth was upon me.

I fed his fat erection between my legs and we lay on our sides in the
darkness and quiet as he gently fucked between my legs and clasped my soft
bottom moulding and squeezing as he ground my own erection between our
bellies.

'I love you, Artur,' he whispered and I felt him reaching for something
under the pillow. It was the tube of lube he'd taken from Pasha's flat he'd
hidden earlier. I might have remarked, I wasn't a total dummy.

'For the moment,' I laughed. 'Will you love me when I'm inside your body.'

'Yes, I shall,' he replied after a pause and that was good enough for me. I
tried to relax and let him do what he had to. This may hurt but I didn't
believe he'd go too mad, he had said that he loved me and you're not
supposed to hurt the ones you love.

He rolled me onto my tummy and parted my legs. I just went with it
snuggling into the pillow but he shoved his pillow under me and raised my
bum. I wondered again how much experience he had but yet again dismissed
the thought as I felt his lips on my bottom and one oily finger pressed
against my back door. I wriggled myself comfortable as I felt his now
familiar finger probe carefully and ease my ring.

'Mmmmm...' I pushed back up. I dreaded it and wanted it at the same time,
really odd but this time there was no messing around, he slipped his finger
out and immediately replaced it with two and this time he went deep and
hard, he was finger fucking me and I felt his raise himself up, his knees
were between mine. 'Take it easy, Zhen. Stop if I tell you,' I croaked and
prayed that he had enough self control not to just rape me on the
spot. Come on, I knew I was nice!

'Ready,' he whispered as his fingers left me and I felt his hot breath on
the back of my neck and then the brush of his lips.

'Yeah.' There was nothing else to say and I tensed up awaiting his attack.

When it came it came in the form of his oiled knob which felt like a huge
plum as it nudged up against my slippery and stretched sphincter. Just one
nudge was all it took and I felt myself open and stretch... and
stretch... and stretch... and it hurt.

'Stop, stop,' I cried out as my courage failed me and I felt like I was
splitting.

'Relax, relax,' he whispered urgently. 'Push out like you want to fart.'

In spite of myself and the hurt I giggled and did as he said and then the
miracle happened. I felt his huge lump inside me and the pain eased as my
pucker must have adjusted to his thickness and he was sinking in deeper. I
tried my hardest to relax and go limp and it seemed to work, he had about
half the bloody thing in me and he was moving. I could feel the oiled mass
opening me up and my tubes, my rectum, anus, whatever they were
accomodating his thickness and finally I felt his hot belly on my back and
the brush of his crisp pubics on my bottom.

'Alright?'

'I'll live,' I whispered and bit the pillow trying to wipe the tears from
my eyes. My big Zhenya was well and truly in me and there was no going
back. I gave a little push up onto his cock and it felt even easier, at the
same time he began to move gently taking me all the way. I still clutched
the pillow now sweat soaked but I'd won or he had. I was a virgin no longer
and he was going faster.

'Oooh, Arty,' he muttered as he moved in and out and to cut the crap... he
fucked me slowly at first but then faster and harder. In the end all that
could be heard was the wet slap of his belly on my body as I felt the full
length of his hot boyhood deep in my bottom and me penetrated and totally
at his mercy.

'Harder,' I amazed myself when I said it but I pushed up hard onto his
thrusts and, of course, he went for it. His weight pushed me into the
bedding as he smashed against me time and time again and like a slut I
liked it. Amazing, now the initial pain of the entry was over I was
actually enjoying his thick cock moving in my body. I promised myself the
next time I'd do it on my back, I'd look at him as he took me... probably
bite his nose off but there you go.

'Arty, Arty,' he babbled as he flashed in and out, his control was gone now
and it was the end game. His cock felt like a velvet covered iron bar as it
rammed in and out and suddenly he slowed and I felt the bloody thing seem
to swell. A final groan and I felt the thing jerk and then hot splashes and
squirts in my gut as his hot spunk invaded my body. God, it was so weird, I
felt the stuff, a warm slippery fluid as it filled me and I even felt some
of it withdrawn and smear the outside and ooze down my legs. He'd filled me
with his love and lust and I was still confused as to whether, in fact, if
he did love or lust, a bit of both I suppose.

I liked Zhenya but I didn't love him, I wanted to fuck him but I didn't
want to get married.

'God, that was great,' he lay on me with his fat cock nestling in my
flooded body and he moved gently as it began to soften. He tried again with
a few moves but he was played out, I'd drained him. I moved with him
rubbing my own rock hard erection against the pillow beneath. It was a
miracle that I hadn't cum myself but I hadn't and I grinned in the
dark. The Revenge of the Fucked was on him, I wanted his muscular bottom
under me and I was ready.

Eventually he rolled onto his back and I glanced at his sweating face, he
looked exhausted and I planted a quick kiss before rolling over and
snuggling in.

'Well, you got your boy.'

'Don't say it like that, Arty. It was more than that,' he looked at me and
smiled lazily. 'You are good though.'

'Are you?' I clambered onto my knees and slipped between his sweat sheened
thighs. I knew what I was doing and I think he knew too as he held my hips
and curled his legs around me holding me trapped for a moment. He pulled me
down for a kiss again but I'd had enough, I was so hard it ached and it was
oozing milky lube, I was seriously on heat and I had to have it before I
burst and that wouldn't be a pretty sight after one of my mother's Friday
suppers.

He looked at me long and hard and must have realised that I was ready, more
than ready and more than able. 'You want to do it this way,' he mumbled and
he stared at my ear avoiding my eyes.

'Yeah,'

'Come on then, lover,' he raised his knees to his chest and I rose. His
pucker gleamed with sweat but I smeared some of Pasha's lube in it to be
safe and he groaned and I'm damn sure the thing winked at me but I was in a
hurry. I bent in, took my position and pushed slowly but firmly sinking
into his hot flesh and he didn't even murmur. He just looked at me steadily
as I penetrated his most private of places and then started to move. His
legs stretched out and dropped onto my shoulders and as I finally bottomed
out they went around my waist and I was away.

For a first fuck it was so weird, he was big but I've said that before but
it was like making love to a comfort doll. After all the lead up and giving
myself it felt like an anti climax. I fucked away thinking about various
boys I knew, I even fleetingly thought about my little sister and that is
disgusting but one can't control one's mind. The image I finally settled on
was Alexis, the sweet brown skinned Alexis in my class and then I felt the
buzz, the hardness that was ultra hard happened and I fucked my little
heart out.

You will find this amusing but I always fancied myself as an Orthodox monk,
pure and unsullied. A believer in love and a despiser of sex and lust but
this was sex without love. This was just sex, what else could it be, I was
joining with my best friend Zhenya and all I could see was Alexis writhing
and encouraging me as I fucked. I cum in the end naturally enough and
nearly suffered a heart attack in the process but flopped on his smooth
belly at last with my cock jerking and spurting as his had, maybe not as
much juice but enough all the same.

We cuddled at the end of it but something was missing. The mood had
changed, we'd done the dirty, we'd broken God knows how many laws of man
and church and that didn't bother me in the slightest. Laws are like
promises and promises are like piecrusts, they're made to be broken. I
don't know how Zhenya felt, he was still whispering his little bits of
lovey dovey but he'd got what he was after and I was the same, I'd done
what I wanted.

I'd had sex with Zhenya, I'd proved to myself I could do it and it was now
time to widen my horizons but hopefully not my hole. Maybe someone a little
smaller next time.


			      To be continued


I have a few screencaps of the original film which inspired if anyone
wants.  No big deal, it is naturist/sauna after all, nothing naughty.
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