Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 13:50:21 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Artur and Zhenya  3

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 3



by



G. Cutterski



Another splendid day. I looked from my bedroom window and tried to ignore
my mother shouting about breakfast. I was on holiday and I could manage
black tea and black bread by myself, the jam was a bit of a challenge but
I'm sure I'd get the top off the pot if I tried really hard. I staggered to
the bathroom aching a bit, I'd caught the sun and needed to keep a shirt on
or keep in the shade for a couple of days or I'd finish up as red as a
young commie and that wouldn't do. We had another two weeks of the short
holiday, two and a half to be exact and I was busily plotting and planning
how to get the maximum sexual benefit for myself. All of a sudden I had two
and a half firm contacts, namely Zhenya, Alexis and the little lad
Vanko. Vanko was my target, Alexis had actually done him in broad daylight
yesterday and I wanted my share. The thought of actually buggering a little
eleven year old blonde sent me into instant erection as I brushed my
teeth. I was now getting to the stage of having to shuffle and play around
with my social life to get what I wanted but it was nice to be busy for a
change.

Zhenya was the main boyfriend as you'll have gathered but he was big and I
had this thing about lads bigger than myself. I felt myself outranked if
you like, certainly a junior partner and thus slipping into a girly role
which I didn't like. If I was going to get down and dirty I preferrred a
boy my own size or to get really pervy a kid younger and smaller. Vanko was
perfect, he'd blundered into myself and Alexis relaxing after a session and
had nearly caught us at it. He knew but he'd quite happily played a near
rape victim... well, it was nowhere near a rape but Vanko made out like it
was. He was what they call a raver or a slut, he loved it. Alexis and I
knew that but we didn't actually say it, leave the kid his pride for what
it was worth. He had a bottom to die for and I didn't want to die but I did
want him and it was a matter of how to dodge Alex and score.

My day was slightly destroyed by my mother yelling again, this time it was
someone wanted me on the phone which was surprisingly still working after
some of the druggies tried to burn down the local exchange. Life wasn't bad
on the old State estates but don't ramble around late at night. Fortunately
the local Militia and our own Patrol Force were beginning to make a
difference. The PF were local dads and lads who were basically vigilantes
but the Militia used them to help clear up on local problems and things
were getting a lot better. Mum could actually go out in the evenings now
without being accosted by some pseudo mugger, probably some drugged up
teeny. Most of the said teenies had been locked up or had received a good
hiding and a lecture on the error of their ways. The last neighbourhood
dealer had mysteriously had his car burnt out and got himelf a couple of
broken legs. Life goes on and things were getting better. We all wanted the
benefits of Western Europe but not all of them. There was a shortage of
illegals around as well but we were a lot more Russian than the rest of the
Ukraine and immigrants weren't welcomed with open arms, enough
said. Anyway, enough of the current affairs update and back to tasty ol'
me.

The phone call was Alexis telling me that he had to go visiting relatives
with his mother so would be missing for the day... shame but very
convenient. I knew what he was after and made a firm commitment to meet up
with him the following day, I put the phone down with a bit of a
smirk. That was him out of the way and I knew Zhenya would be at school on
his extra work, I had the day to myself. I also had Vanko's address it was
adventure time or it would be after I helped mum clear the place up a bit.

An hour later I was on the move. Our Estate had six big blocks all with
twelve stories and I knew that Vanko lived in Block D (really original
naming with the old commies). He was up on the third floor and that was
where I was heading. I knew that he had no siblings and his mum was a
single and working mum, so, hopefully he'd be in and he'd be alone... I'd
take it from there.

I dung (dinged) on the bell as one does and heard the spy flap clink and
saw a pair of eyes peer at me and then the latches freed and the door
opened.

'Hey, hey, Arty,' Vanko grinned like very happy boy and ushered me in
slamming the steel door shut. He was down to his tiny briefs which was
understandable as it was roasting indoors, very few of the flats had air
conditioning as we don't go for them. He led me into the kitchen and did
the Russian type handshake which always kills me. My family's roots are
from just outside Kiev and secretly I hoped we'd go back one of these fine
days, we were more Ukrainian than the locals who were mostly Russians or of
Russian stock. Foreigners in our own land, mind you they always said that
the Oblast should be Russian not Ukrainian. Never mind, here I was with the
slighly hyper Vanko who decided to make some tea of all things, perhaps he
was on an hospitality course so I peeled my shirt off and relaxed.

'Mum working.'

'Until this evening,' he grinned. 'She only does a long day one in ten and
today's the day.'

'Lucky us.'

'Indeed,' he giggled and mesed around with the kettle. 'You're burnt.'

'Yeah, I admitted the obvious. 'I need to keep in the shade for a couple of
days.'

'You do,' he set two mugs on the kitchen table which suited just fine. I
grasped his slender hips and pulled him onto me. He sighed and went limp as
I nuzzled and lay my cheek against his smooth gently rounded belly. As he
stood there I slid my hands up his legs and under the hem of his baggy
briefs cupping his smooth boyish bottom. Absolutely glorious, I could feel
his little crack warm and sweaty as my finger drifted in and moved up and
down. 'You've got me going,' he croaked and I dropped my head and dry
mouthed at his three incher clearly visible and hard inside his
underwear. 'Come to my room,' he pulled away and grabbed his tea.

'You caught the sun as well,' I commented as I tailed him to his room, he
was red across the shoulders and I could see from the way he flinched that
he could feel some hurt, perhaps me getting glued to his back wasn't such a
good idea at all.

'Mum left me some lotion,' he grinned over his shoulder. 'Nice and oily,
maybe you can put some on me and I'll do you.' I laughed and ruffled his
short hair. Now that seemed a pretty good idea and when I patted his bottom
he did a little squeal and threw himself onto his little sofa.

'You sleep here?' I looked at the thing, it was minute and even he would
have his legs sticking over the end if he lay full length.

'Don't be silly,' he laughed and bent over. The next thing to happen was
that he did a clunky clicky with the thing and it unfolded to quite a nice
little bed. Little but large enough to take two boys I was glad to see. He
had a nice tidy room, stacks of posters of footballers and film stars but
not a female to be seen. He seemed to favour Russian and Ukrainian
footballers and Americans with their shirts off... that said something. It
was a well lit room and he had two windows both of which were open and
overlooked the river not too far off and Lubask centre in the
distance. Very nice but he still ran down the slatted blinds allowing the
slight breeze in but banishing the direct sunlight. 'This is the stuff,' he
held out a large pot of what looked like engine oil.

'You sure?' I looked at it doubtfully and took a sniff. It smelt spicey and
I stuck my finger in and felt the texture. Nice. Nice and oily. 'Does it
wash off OK?'

'Oh, yeah. Mum put a load on me last night and it showered off dead easy.'
He did a twirl and I lost it. I grabbed his firm young body and held him
tightly bending my head searching for his sweet lips and found
them. 'Ooooh... Arty,' he held me around the waist and wriggled against me
like a little puppy dog. This kid was so hot he was almost burning and I
bore him back to his bed slipping my hands into the top of his briefs
cupping his bubble buns (Zhenya told me that one the other day... it's
English or American). They felt so jellylike, springy and yielding as I
fondled them and crushed his slight frame onto my chest. His hands tore at
the front of my baggy shorts and I tugged his underwear down exposing his
sweet stiffy jerking and twitching when I finally got to hold it in the
flesh. It was warm and solid and I slowly worked his foreskin back and
forth over his oozy red glans. He groaned and wriggled against me
continuing to dispose of my shorts and then he started on my boxers. At
last we lay fully naked and entwined in each others arms and lay looking at
the ceiling. 'Do my back first,' he blushed a little and promptly rolled
onto his belly. How could I resist? How many horny thirteen year olds could
resist a good looking eleven year boy splayed out naked and willing... on a
bed... with a pot of sweet scented oil... with a raging hard on?  Not many.

I smeared the gel across his red shoulders and was pleased to see that it
didn't come out all that brown, it must have been the colour of the pot and
it was very slippery. Ideal for what I wanted and I expect just right for
what Vanko wanted. I rubbed down his burned back being very light on the
red bits and going a bit heavier when I got to his pale skinned
bottom. That's when he began to purr like a little cat, he opened his legs
and I saw his little puckered button at last. I did between his cheeks
until he was just about as slippery as an eel and it was then I slid just
one finger into his pouting ring.

'Oooooh, nice,' he muttered into his pillow and clamped on my oiled finger
as it moved in and out of his tight heat. 'Can I do you afterwards?'

'Thought you'd never ask, little man.' OK, so it was a bit of flattery but
why not. 'Roll over, baby.'

He rolled and lay on his back with a big grin as I did his narrow chest and
worked down to his navel which was a bad job, it was like a lump on his
belly but he didn't care. He took my hand and guided it onto his fully
erect cock which now strained with it's foreskin totally gone and his
bulging red glans oozing a clear liquid which I guess was eleven year old
precum, mine had lately begun to thicken and was white so I was one up on
him there.

'Lift your legs,' I felt my voice break as I knelt up on the bed and moved
in. He knew what I was upto, he looked worried for a moment and then raised
his knees to his chest fully exposing his ring. As I touched it, it opened
and closed, he was excercising his muscles probably doing little push
outs. No virgin my little Vanko as I remembered the ease with which Alex
had taken him yesterday but I wasn't about to spoil the mood and start
asking questions. I did the two finger bit right at the end and he finally
gave a groan and screwed his face up but he was soon back to normal
grinning and trying to kiss me as I reached right inside him easing and
relaxing his back muscle.

'Come on do it,' he demanded with glazed eyes and spittle oozing from the
side of his mouth. 'Kiss me.'

That's exactly what I did, I leant over to kiss him and at the same time
positioned my own penis at his hole. I too was oozing and the oil helped as
I gave a little push and he opened up for me. Absolutely brilliant, he was
so hot, so tight and he moaned and clutched me as I took him. I felt the
heat and his anal muscle clamp on me like a vice as I moved to and fro
sinking deeper and deeper into his sweet body.

'You're bigger than Alex,' he groaned as I moved and finally squashed up
against him feeling his legs come down onto my back and his arms encircle
my waist crushing us together as it joined by superglue. 'It's so big,' he
smiled and gave me a slobbery kiss. Great, just what every boy want to hear
and if he was indeed a slut then he was a nice tight one and a loving one
at that. We settle down to a slow shag and he seemed to enjoy every move as
we writhed smothered in his mother's oil and our own sweat.

'God, you are so good,' I panted as I lunged and plunged into his tight and
now well slicked hole. 'Fantastic.'

'Better than Alexis,' he grinned up at me.

'Yeah,' I grunted feeling my surge coming. I hoped he didn't repeat that to
Alex but I was past caring now. The heat and the itch were on me. I slapped
in for the last time and held him tightly as I felt my cock jerk and then
my spunk shot into him in three or four powerful pulses. The rest was anti
climax as I moved in and out of his cum flooded hole and he lay there with
a well satisfied smile on his face.

'Great,' he squeezed me milking me and wriggled his bottom on my now
softening cock. 'I want to do you from the front,' he looked up and
grabbing my head began to wash my sweaty face like a cat. I told you he was
a pussy but it was nice, I licked back, it was a tongue fight but
eventually we finished up with a full scale mouth to mouth as I messily
slipped free and he grabbed a towel but we kept the kiss going. 'You fuck
like an animal,' he smiled. 'Good though,' he giggled as his legs slipped
off me. 'Wanna drink?' Jesus, he was full of life and I just flopped there
like a dead man as he scuttled for the kitchen with cheeks tightly
clenched.

The only thing we needed right now was his mum to return home but it never
happened otherwise my little story would be cut really short.

He was a lot more relaxed when he returned with a couple of chilled cans, I
reckon that he'd done a toilet call but I wasn't about to get into a
discusion. It's one thing to juice someone up but worrying about what had
to happen after could wait... and wait. He gave me a can and sat alongside
me as chirpy as a chipmunk playing with his penis until it was fully hard
and jutting from his groin.

'About your sunburn...'

I just looked at him and rolled onto my tummy, all's fair in love and war
and more so in love. I parted my legs and propped myself up on my forearms,
I may as well enjoy my drink whilst he had fun with his lotion. He didn't
waste any time at all, he was on me in a flash and I swear he'd sprouted
another pair of hands, he seemed to be all over me like one of those evil
sprites we have in our woods. I take that all back, it was nice and I
groaned as his strong little hands kneaded at my back and he smeared and
rubbed the lotion in deep. I was going to tell him that he was working an
anti sunburn routine not a muscle massage but I was enjoying it too much
especially when I felt his soft lips on my bottom. I relaxed totally as I
felt his slippery fingers between my cheeks and probe for my sphincter and
then with a gentle push slip into me.

'Nice,' he muttered as he fiddled with me oiling and opening me up. Jesus,
he must have thought he was King Kong but I was still enjoying his
fumbles. 'Can I do it like you did, face to face,' he asked eagerly.

'I said yes before,' I rolled over and grinned up at his slack jawed face,
he was very nearly dribbling and, in fact, his noodle was. I could see the
almost transparent string of his boy juice hanging from it's tip and as I
watched it parted company and fell onto my leg.

'Ooooh, Arty,' he babbled as he got between my parted legs and grasped my
tacky penis which was still extended although lifeless. He held my balls
and softly squeezed them. 'Nice ones,' he put his hands under the centre of
my legs lifting them and taking them back to my chest exposing my pucker to
his stare. 'Ooooooh....' He looked on the verge of passing out and I stared
mesmerised as another string of clear liquid began to ooze from his pee
slit.

'Vanko.'

'What's up,' he stared down at me.

'Stop nattering.'

'Right,' he grinned and then frowned as he concentrated on positioning
himself correctly and then with his lips pursed he pushed and I felt his
slippery spike open me up and it's small bulk began to fill me. In fact, he
got half it in on the first jab and then he was fully bottomed out on the
second. I could feel his smooth lower belly under my balls and held his
narrow hips as he began to move with his eyes closed.

'Come on, look at me when you do it,' I whispered and caught him by the
neck drawing his face down to mine. His eyes opened briefly and then we
were lip to lip as he closed them again and his hips moved up and
down. Carefully so as not to catch is sunburn I managed to get my legs
around his waist and he was trapped. Trapped in me and shagging his little
heart out. I could be big headed and say that his little dick was easy but
I could feel it and he knew how to do things. He pumped and screwed at the
end of each movement like he was trying to make me react and I did, each
time he moved in I clamped my bum and eased every time he withdrew. If he
could do me a good bitch I could do the same for him. I wanted him to enjoy
himself for, as I'd worked out, that's how you got asked back.

It doesn't need much working out that if both in the partnership have fun
then it's a partnership. Bit lame that but you know what I mean. I enjoyed
Vanko, I know he was a little boy in the eys of the law but he'd been
around, put it this way, he had a damn sight more experience than I
had. 'Harder, Van,' I urged him on although he was doing pretty well.

'Aaah,' Arty,' he sobbed and then I felt it. His little hardness pumped and
throbbed and I didn't feel any squirts as with Alexis but I felt his fluid
in me. He'd come but not as forcefully or as messily as an older boy. He'd
done well, I grabbed his head and attacked his tonsils with my tongue and
just as a matter of interest his slippery belly had got me hard again. The
little prick was going to be the death of me but what a way to go.

He slipped free and we lay there as his breath returned to normal. We were
both a mess, what with his mother's sunburn oil on us and the reek of boy
sex in the room, if anyone had come in we'd have been dead. As it was no
one visited and after a nice relaxing half doze and half fumble we made for
the bathroom which was as in most of the flats pretty rough. At least they
still had a bath, some had been replaced by these ultra modern showers
which packed up as soon as the temperature dropped. Winter in the Eastern
Ukraine is not kind to plumbing and I can tell you that for free. Have you
ever thought in the West what happens when your sewers are frozen up for
over half the year, well don't but I am exagerating... it's about a third
of the year and we do have plant that pumps excess warm water from the
foundry works through the town's system.

Right, now we've had the lecture tour on Eastern European sewage control on
with the story.

We had a nice tepid bath and using the shower attachment rinsed each other
off, it was still hot in the flat and I reckon the bathroom was the hottest
spot of all but make hay whilst the sun shines, after the summer holiday
we'd be heading for another winter. Our school was always well heated and
my class spent more than enough time in the pool and the sauna which was
nice, that is provided the Russians didn't mess around with the gas
supplies again. Being very close to the border we are prone to being mucked
around when Mother Russian decides to flex her aged muscles.

'Want to go out?' Vanko looked at me as we dried each other off, we were at
the elongated stage by the way, not the sticky out stage so the hormones
must have been on their tea break. Perhaps hormones have unions.

'Let's have a wander over by the river,' I suggested and that was it
awandering we went. We were thirteen and eleven and we were on holiday and
we did what boys do which is pretty much nothing. We walked, we talked and
we kicked cans about. I hadn't brought my bike so it was all on foot and
that's not a bad way to get around, I got so used to riding everywhere it
made a nice change. Of course as the afternoon wore on it got hotter and
hotter and we finished up with a bunch of lads in the kid's playground
which was the local assembly area for bored schoolies on holiday. I might
have said that this was the early holiday, the short one, the May holiday,
we still had quite a wait for the six weeker in August... this was the one
where most families went away and down to Crimea was a hot favourite. I
think Zhenya and my families had been looking at a nudey place in central
Ukraine this year, apparently it was on a river junction and there was a
huge lake with the boating option, rock climbing, mountain biking and all
the rest of it plus it would be cheaper. At least with this option we could
afford two chalets instead of all sharing one which was a bit intense and
don't ask how four adults and four kids live in one chalet, you just don't
want to know.

'I'm bored,' Vanko sat on a swing slowly moving to and fro.

'You want a good fucking,' I whispered. Alright a bit brutal but as I'd
said it was a bit hot and I was beginning to feel randy, it happens a lot.

'We should go up our tower.'

'Not in this sun,' I laughed keenly aware of my still sore shoulders under
my thin shirt.

'Alright, let's go back to my place. Mum doesn't get in 'til very late.' He
was pushing it but I was a dummy, I didn't mind being pushed around now and
then especially by a little blonde sweety by Vanko.

'OK.' I pretended grudging acceptance but he wasn't fooled, his face lit up
in a huge grin. We were on our way.

Back to his flat and back to his bedroom what can I say. As soon as we were
in there he grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto the still damp bed and
he was all over me. I gave a sigh of make believe boredom and then buried
my face in the crotch of his baggy shorts. I could feel his heat and ran my
hands inside the legs of his khakis cupping his cotton clad cheeks.

'Oh yeah, oh yeah,' he thrust into my face like a randy little rabbit and I
grinned. He was as ripe as one of those big red apples about to fall off a
tree and I was going for a couple of big mouthfuls of the sweet
fruit... now is that folk poetry or is it not?

I had his shorts unclipped in a trice and slid them down taking his briefs
at the same time and kissed and nibbled at his firm flesh and tight scrotum
gently holding his jerky penis without actually doing anything with it. I
was pleasuring myself with his writhing and moans as I tried to suck and
lick him to death. I know it's disgusting but his funky, sweaty aroma was
such a turnon and as they say: I was as hard as a bastard. I felt like a
Tartar about to ravish a Russian beautiful Russian peasant girl (or boy)
and he was it... in spades as the Yanks would say.

'Get your clothes off,' he groaned as I pulled his shorts and underwear off
over his feet and tugged at his t-shirt. 'And make love to me,' he added in
a sexy voice clearly stolen from some soap he'd watched, he then spoilt it
by cracking up in a giggly fit but I had him naked and I was all over
him. His little sticky out nipples, his outie belly button and finally I
got down to his stiff and jerking pecker (I like that word). I cupped his
smooth bouncy buns pulling him onto my mouth and he moved in and out of my
wet suction moaning and groaning like an old man, a very sexy old man I
should add. I managed to get my clothing off and being careful with my
sunburn allowed him his go.

He was a great learner, he did exactly the same as I had and I relished his
hot flesh on me and his sweet lips on my skin as he went into his sucky
sucky mode. As I've said he was a good learner but he had one up his
sleeve. He got between my legs and I felt his mouth on my crack and then
his tongue probing and forcing it's way onto my pucker. This one seriously
perverted boy... wonderful. I let him play the dominator, he was having fun
and why spoil it, in fact, it was rather nice having his tongue at my
hole. I knew what the sex mad little rat was after but I didn't mind.

'Want to try doggy? My back hurts.'

'Poor baby,' he spluttered from between my legs. 'Woof woof!'

That was good enough. I must admit I was having a case of the split
personalities. I wanted his boy cock, it felt right... it also felt
wrong. I shouldn't be doing this , I should be pleasuring myself with his
body and then running. It was odd and I took the easy way out, I couched on
the bed on all fours and let him do his thing. Thank the good Lord Zhenya
or Alex couldn't see me, I was trying to maintain my maleness or butchness
and it all disappeared with randy little Vanko.

'Alright?' He muttered as he pushed up against me and slid in quite
easily. 'I have a go and then you and then me again.'

God, what had I let myself in for but too late now, Randy Rabbit was on the
move. He held my hips and did his impression of one of those piston type
thingies down at the museum. I had to admit he was good though, he took his
time and plumbed my depths as they say but just as it was getting exciting
he stopped and pulled free.

'Your go, yo ho!' He grinned quite happily and crouched with his pale
little bottom in the air.

I didn't say anything, even pulling a little willy out at speed hurt a bit
so I had to resist the temptation to ram him and shag him silly. I held his
soft cheeks apart and guided my erection to his hole using the belly muscle
guidance sytem much favoured by the Ukrainian Defence Forces I understand
and as soon as I felt his pucker I gave a little push and entered his tight
little arse, he was still slick and I had half of it buried before he
groaned and then I stopped and hugged him with my hands flat on his belly.

'Yeah, go on,' he grunted and pushed back onto me as I completed my entry
and once again savoured , relished or even revelled in his boyish tightness
and heat. 'Yeah, go on,' he said again and we were off. The warm but nicely
breezy room soon echoed to the slaps of my belly on his bottom as I worked
upto a good shag and he pushed back hard against me muttering
encouragements all the time... little Vanko did like talking dirty, I don't
know where it all came from but it was a bit of a turn on in a funny
way. This boy child spewing out pure filth as I plundered his bouncy little
bottom, hell of a way to spend a sunny holiday afternoon as well.

Sweat was pouring off me again when he slid off me and fell onto his belly
and spun over and raised his knees to his chest... 'Finish me off,' he
begged, his hole was weeping sweat and the slightly off colour sunburn oil
so I hoisted his bottom up and thrust straight back into his slippery gut.

'Yessss...' he flopped back and closed his eyes and I proceeded to fuck his
little arse off. This time the gloves were off in a manner of speaking, he
wanted it, he wanted a good fucking and I was just the boy to do it. I
battered that poor kid's arse until it was like jelly and all he did was
moan and beg me to go harder and faster. He wanted a session with Zhenya,
he wanted someone a bit bigger than myself but no matter, I'd got to the
state of doing or dying and at last I felt my balls churn and the stiffy
got super stiff. 'Arteeeee...' he wailed as I did a super cum. It was one
of them like the fabled seventh wave on the Black Sea, when it cums it cums
big time. I collapsed on him with my red raw cock spurting and squirting a
massive load and he felt it. He looked up at me with dreamy eyes, smiled
and closed them, as we kissed. Vanko was well and truly fucked but I wasn't
done with him yet. I slipped free and knelt between his sweat coated legs.

I gazed down at him and he was a mess. What with the remnants of his mum's
oil, sweat and even smears of precum from his noodle he looked like
something off a rubbish dump. No matter, I fiddled with his penis which
rather surprisingly was shrunken so much that it was all foreskin. I felt
it's warmth and softeness and to my delight I felt it twitch and begin to
harden.

'I'm dead,' he declared dramatically.

'No you're not,' I laughed as I felt him getting harder and his little
softy begin to grow. 'You have a duty to perform.'

'Aaaah... Artee...' he whined but he couldn't control his natural or maybe
unnatural urges, as I played the thing extended to it's full eight or ten
centimetres. Well, I don't know, I never measured the bloody thing. Let's
say when he was hard it fitted neatly in my hand so it was a boy's hand
span how's about that. I then took the fdinal step, I bent over and took
him into my mouth and this brought forth another dying ballerina groan and
then a giggle. 'Yeah... nice,' he sighed and I felt him move in my mouth. I
kept it going until his gleaming red knob slid free of his foreskin and I
was faced by his straining boyhood ready for action once more.

This time I decided I was going to set my own pace, my back was sore and
the thought of him crawling all over me was a bit unappealing. I closed his
legs and facing him knelt above his chest and then settled back into a
squat rubbing my cheeks on his now fully hard boy cock. I wondered if he'd
get the idea and he did.

''Go up a bit,' he ordered and I did poising my bottom directly above
him. I then dropped down slowly feeling his glans nudge against me and then
enter me like a hot knife into butter. I was oily and sweaty enough and I
just sat on it feeling that satisfaction that you can get when you take
someone with absolutely no pain at all... by far the best way. I must be
getting used to it and not surprising after what I'd done this holiday. I
settled back onto his belly with his hot cock deep in my tummy and moved
slightly and then lifted and slid back down. 'Aw, Jesus,' he groaned and
held my hips.

'Naughty, naughty, I laughed and began to slowly fuck myself on his upright
and now really stiff cock. I was in control and all he did was give the
occasional prod and make with the moaning and groaning. I was even getting
hard again myself and my cock was so sore and red it was glowing. In the
end he clutched me tightly and we went onto our sides but now he was
fucking, he'd regained his strength and was shagging away back into his
rabbit mode. A final flurry of arms and legs and I was on my back and he
was on top giving me a full frontal assault. I might have mentioned the
sweat and the funk, this time it was incredible. The place was hot anyway
and with the action it was verging on tropical (or as I imagined
tropical). The sweat was flying off him and I was soaked in it. God knows
how he managed to cum as all traction was gone, he was slipping in and out
of my battered hole like a very small round peg in a very large hole but
cum he did. I felt him actually throb and twitch inside me. Was it a squirt
or wasn't it, I don't know all I could feel was his noodle jerk and that
was it, I was so soggy he could have injected me with a pint of custard and
I wouldn't have felt it. To conclude with a roll of the drums accompanied
by trumpets, he fell on me and slipped free as he proceeded to attack my
tonsils with his tongue. One really hyper sexed up kid was our Vanko but it
was all over now. We cuddled happy in our sweat and our exhaustion.

'Who else do you do it with?' I asked lazily pretending to be casual.

'Nosey,' he giggled.

'Come on... I've got you, Alexis and Zhenya on my scorecard.'

'You've got to put in a good word with Zhenya,' he reminded me.

'Come on talk,' I grabbed him and got an ear in my teeth. 'Talk,' I snarled
with a mouthful of ear.'

'Stop, stop,' he squealed. 'I'll tell.'

'Go on then,' I let go of his ear and nuzzled at his smooth cheek. 'Tell
Uncle Artur.'

'Dmitri, in my class. Grebo, in my class as well... and a man but I can't
tell you his name.'

Don't you just love eleven year olds, he wanted me to torture the name out
of him.

'Who?' I demanded.

'Can't tell, he's an official.'

'Local?'

'Er, yeah, sorta.'

'In the blocks?'

'Can't tell you.' That was a 'yes' and I thought about it. There weren't
many officials in the flats and when we say 'officials' we mean people who
work for the Government of the Oblast. I couldn't think of any.

'How old?'

'Twenty two, twenty three,' he responded after a little bit of a think. He
was going to tell me, he was just teasing or playing silly. He was going to
tell me because he really wanted to boast about being a boy for someone
important. The only thing was I couldn't think of anyone remotely important
that lived in our local blocks. If there was anyone it would be in the one
big block with the lifts and caretaker, Block A.

'Come on tell me,' I seized his ear in my teeth again. I would find out if
I had to nip a bit of his love handle off.

'Stop, stop,' he squealed and wriggled. 'I'll tell...'

'That was easy wasn't it,' I laughed and cuddled him again.

'He's tall and dark and works for the Tourist Board, got a car.'

It came to me - tall and dark - early twenties - had a car - had to be
Pasha Grigoriev. I didn't know he had a car but he'd been suited and booted
the two or three times I'd seen him which indicated some sort of
officialdom.

'Pasha?  Zhenya's cousin?'

'You guessed,' he squealed with delight as if I'd passed some sort of a
test. So much for a secret, he'd be telling his littgle pals all about me
when we went back to school. The little shits probably all compared notes:
'I scored one. I scored two'... I could imagine them in the playground
discussing the merits of relative shaggers or shaggees.

'I find that hard to believe,' I looked at him prompting him for more
information and of course he went for it. Well, if he wanted an intro to
Zhenya he needed to keep me happy and he'd done alright so far.

'He's strong, he's dark skinned all over...'

'Well, he's not a zebra,' I laughed.

'Smooth, no hair around his bum or anything, none on his chest,' he ignored
me. 'Big dick, really big,' he held his hands out like a boastful
fisherman.

'Nearly a metre?'

'Not quite,' he giggled . 'But big.'

'You took it though.'

'Yeah,' he beamed proudly. 'But he worked me in with a dildo first.' He was
talking like this was an everyday thing, as if we were talking about our
latest holiday. This was a twenty two year old official havijng sex with an
eleven year old boy and that was illegal even for officials... mind you, I
remembered the stories about Pasha looking after foreign tourists and
business visitors but then again I didn't know he worked for the Lugansk
Tourist Board.

'You don't need a dildo,' I laughed.

'Not now,' he giggled. 'You will have a word with Zhenya, tell him I like
him sort of thing.'

'I'll tell him you want his fat cock.'

'That'll do,' he laughed. 'Something else we need... and that's a bath.;'

He was right, it was time to bring the event to a close. My head was
buzzing with thoughts of Pasha... now that would be a feather in my cap or
similar. Alex was the key there although Alex had said he hadn't done it, I
wondered if he was l fibbing or holding out on me. Time would tell.

The bath was a bit of a lark about but we both needed to soak and we did
that together with him sitting on me most of the time but the passion had
gone. I think we were both drained and I don't want to keep blatting on but
it was soooo hot. In the end we wrapped our damp towels around ourselves
and sat on his small balcony surveying the passing crowds. For crowds, read
a couple of stray dogs and a few listless kids, no adults but I expect they
were all indoors getting around a chilled beer.

'You fancy Pasha then?' He'd come to life again and I hoped he wasn't going
to demand sex.

'I don't know,' I stretched my legs out. In a way, I suppose I was telling
the truth, I did fancy the gypsy type, the darkies like Alex but Pasha was
grown up for God's sake. He was an adult in a nutshell and I don't know if
my bent or perversions stretched as far as adults. Mind you, he was a
pretty young one and he wasn't big and hairy like a lot of Ukrainian young
men.

'He's very gentle,' Vanko remarked wistfully. 'And he lets you do him.'

I laughed, I couldn't help it, what a thing to come out with.

'And he gave me twenty dollars,' Vanko declared proudly. 'American dollars
and I've still got them, I'm saving them.'

'For not telling I suppose.'

'Well I haven't.'

'You've just told me.'

'Ah, but you're family.'

'Family?'

'After today you are,' he laughed and parted his towel and exposed his half
hard penis. This kid was beyond belief. I'm bloody sure he was one of those
woodland sprites, you know, the sex mad pixy type things.

'I've got to make a move,' I looked over the balcony at the dusty, hot and
virtually deserted roadway below. I needed a snooze and I had no chance
with him around plus the big bonus was I had a fan in my room, it was
rarely used but today could be one of those days.

'Aaaah,' he stretched out still exposing his foreskin hooded dicky. 'I've
got to change the bed and sort out some supper for mum,' he chuckled.

'Just one last thing,' I smiled at him and knelt on the balcony between his
legs and shaded and hidden by the balcony wall.

'Aaaah, Arty,' he wailed protesting but not too much as I took his
softness, sweet and clean but smelling of soap just a bit... that'd do
me. I peeled his foreskin back exposing his red head and went to work. One
for the road as drinkers say the world over, I shouldn't think they're
talking about juvenile spunk but never mind. He couldn't muster a hardon?
Don't be silly. His softy soon became a hardy and with a dint of hard work
I achieved a result, a lot of moaning and pumping but in the end a little
squirt more of an ooze really but it looked like boy cum, it tasted like
boy cum so I suppose it was boy cum.  'I'm destroyed,' he declared
dramatically. Jesus this boy really should take up acting as a career, he
laughed and collapsed into a wrecked deckchair.

'I've enjoyed today, Van,' I smiled down at him laying there totally
exhausted. 'Sort your mum a meal out, she'd been working all day.'

'And I haven't?' He laughed. 'Will I see you again?'

'You can bet on it... now I know where you live,' I went to get my clothing
leaving him sitting there in his battered old deckchair but by the time I
got my clothing on he was ready and waiting in his gloomy hallway.

'Just one last thing,' he repeated my earlier words.'

'No you don't.' I laughed trying to swat him away like a fly but he was
having none of it. Before I got to open the door he was on his knees
tearing at my shorts. 'Leave me alone, leave it...' I pleaded as I tried to
shake him off but he was one determined little boy he tugged the front of
my shorts down and pulled at my underwear, I was lost. I leant against the
wall in the semi darkness as he fished my dick out and far from being soft
it was hardening up. I leant there resigned to my fate, I suppose there
were worse ways to say goodye.



			To be continued for a final
				 Chapter.



I had a reader EMail me and told me I had the Ukrainian exchange rate wrong
and for that... Thank you Peter at Hotmail.

I like criticisms/corrections as it indicates, at least, that people do
read the things I write. Oh, yeah: Thanks to the other guy who pointed out
that I'd been spelling 'ogle' wrongly for years. I still stick out that
starting and ending sentences with apostrophes instead of exclamation marks
is quite common in current paperbacks even the last Potter book I picked up
and that's Harry not Dennis.

Thanks to all readers and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed
trying to remember the kids were Ukrainians and not Home Counties boys.


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