Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2007 10:03:36 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Artur and Zhenya - 4

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 ZENYA



Part 4



by



G. Cutterski



Friday night again and I was just about to leave home, I had my small
holdall packed and was sitting in the kitchen waiting for my sister Anya to
get ready. In Anya's case she would be taking half her doll collection and
enough clothing to ride out a month let alone a weekend away... and yes, it
was a big case.  At the end of it all I took her, with dolls, pram and
clothing around to Zhenya's. I suppose it was a bit of an upset every
weekend but our fathers did like a good drink and the mums liked to party
as well so it worked out fine. The girls were babysat and we boys had some
freedom. My dad was convinced it was character building, I was convinced it
was just an excuse for him to get stonked out of his mind every weekend.
Drink and vodka to be specific was a national problem both in the Ukraine
and in Russia the ex Motherland. Smoking was another thing that was
widespread amongst the young, the one western vice we hadn't picked up were
health fascism or even healthy living for that matter. We lived poorer and
were, if our television pundits to be believed slipping into Third World
poverty. Maybe but if you didn't expect too much out of life you weren't
too disappointed if you got very little. Negative thinking but we were
building a nation after ninety years of absolute mismanagement, we had to
start somewhere and the bottom of the ladder is where.

Enough of that, we arrived at the appointed time to be greeted by Zhenya
and his little monster, sorry, I mean sister, Svetlana and the girls were
away. Their greetings were noisy but we soon isolated them in their room
and we sat down for a tea and something to eat. Both sets of parents would
arrive in an hour and then we would all eat together, they would then get
ready and go and that would be it. I think I've mentioned before that they
would sleep in my place this weekend for the Friday night at least. It was
almost communistic when you thought about it but drink was the driving
force and I vowed not to follow the same path when I was older.

'So, pal,' Zhenya poured the tea and sat down. 'How did your week go. I
came round Wednesday but you were out,' he looked at me suspiciously like I
was an unfaithful wife or something.

'I had a day with Alexis Solevov, the kid who does Pasha's cleaning and
messed around,' I flapped my hands carelessly. I couldn't care less what he
thought, we were no more than casual lovers, he'd made that perfectly clear
the previous weekend.

'Any luck,' he started at me.

'Yeah,' I grinned. 'He's a bit if a raver.'

'Mmm...' he sniffed disapprovingly. 'I heard you were with that Sevla kid,
the blondy boy.'

'Why not? He's my sort of boy,' I looked at him. 'I can't sit indoors with
a heat wave going on.'

'Suppose not,' he grudgingly admitted. 'I've been doing maths cramming for
the exams we have in three weeks. We also did some building plans.'

I've got to explain here and now that Zhenya wasn't at the same school as I
was, the Sporting Academy. He was at the one next to us, the Technical
College as they call it. He was studying or specialising in building works
but more as a technician than a hole digger. Well, that was the master plan
and he seemed to get good results so when I was in Olympic training he
should be just about designing his first mud hut. I just hoped he made a
better job than the old Soviets made of these blocks which were falling to
pieces.

'So, a pretty bad week?' I sipped my tea. Shit, I'd forgotten the sugar.

'Bad,' he agreed. 'Better now though, I love my weekends,' he stretched his
legs and one rubbed against mine under the table.

'So do I,' I pressed back against his leg and he pressed back against
mine. Good, we were still friends even if he was getting a bit clingy.

'What's that cleaner, whatshisname like?'

'Alexis,' I grinned. 'You know his bloody name, he's alright but Vanko
Sevla is the one to watch.'

'Why?'

'He fancies you and asked me to pass on his love and lust.'

'What...' he sprayed tea over the table. 'He's only a bloody kid.'

'Yeah,' I scoffed. 'A well experienced kid and I'm not joking. He wants to
do things with you, dirty things, he told me. He fancies you.'

'Oh.' Zhenya was silent. I'd actually shut him up for once.

'So does Alexis.' That one closed him down, I don't suppose he realised he
had a fan club and I had the keys to all the doors in a manner of
speaking. Thinking along those lines it was about time he found something
for me, maybe a bit of trading... how pervy can you get?

I saw Pasha Grigoriev in the week,' he looked at me awaiting some reaction
no doubt. 'He has a new car. Well, a new used car sort of thing, a big
one.'

'Bigger than that Moskva?'

'Got to be,' he laughed. 'This is Swedish, a cold weather car. 'Sounds like
a boy's name.'

'Vova... Volva, Volvo,' I laughed. 'Big, meaty car.'

'That's it, he got it as he's been promoted to Deputy Assistant of the
Tourist Board or maybe its Assistant Deputy, he get's a house nearer the
town as well.'

'He's doing alright then,' I smiled glad for Pasha. The way our officialdom
works Zhenya could get some good contacts in the future. Everyone knew that
the officials were a class of their own, certainly corrupt and if you knew
one or better still were family, life could be a lot easier. My own dad had
a good job but not technically an official, more a commercial which was
another class of it's own. Since the end of the Soviets everyone seemed to
be shuffling into one class or the other, on the bottom were the farmers
and farm workers although now the collectives had broken up you could earn
a good living off the land. Of course if you wanted to be top of the heap
go into politics, nothing new there and nothing changes.

'He's invited us and Alexis out for a Sunday picnic and swim over at
Schastia, a day out for the boys. He said if we can cram anyone else in he
car bring them but I can't think of anyone... you know, someone who likes
to play,' he smirked.

'What about Vanko, we could put him on the bonnet, a sort of trophy.'

'We'll think about it,' his eyes gleamed. He was on a winner as I'd told
him that both boys had the hots for him. I was still a bit suspicious of
Pasha, he had to be after something and could that something be me? I've
probably said enough times that I liked Zhenya and he was a great pal but I
didn't actually trust him and I certainly wouldn't put it past him to try
and line me up with his cousin. Both he and Alexis had made the point that
Pasha liked older boys and that was maybe so but how did you explain little
Vanko? He was hardly an older teeny, he was a bloody child.

'Does Pasha fancy me?' Nothing like asking a straight question.

'Don't know, he might do,' Zhenya sipped his tea. He was lying, the dog. So
be it, I quite liked Pasha and if things got out of hand I could always cut
and run.

'Better see if it's alright with the parents,' I said. 'And see if Vanko
wants to come.'

After that we took the girls down the playground for an hour whilst we
waited for both sets of parent to roll up and feed us, after that we would
be on our own. The night was ours as they say in Nightwatch and those gory
films. Werewolves, vampires and boy lovers, a great combination. It was a
lot cooler and it looked like it was going to rain, I hoped it was fine
weather for Sunday but wasn't too troubled about this evening. Once the
girls were bedded down I expect Zhenya and I would find things to do.

'Shame about the gym,' Zhenya commented. He was referring to the fact that
the place was closed for a week due to redecoration which was well overdue.

'The sauna you mean,' I laughed.

'Yeah, that too,' he grinned in reply. 'We'd better take our baths
seperately tonight with the girls running around.'

'Yeah, I suppose,' I lightly stroked his leg quickly scanning
around. 'Never mind, once we get the girls to be...'

'The sooner the better,' he glanced at his watch and stood. 'Come on girls,
supper time.' That did it, any mention of food and this pair were on you
like twin wolves. The eternal hunger my mother called it rather
poetically. I thought that was vampires and teeny boys but that's my bad
mind. We all trooped back to Zhenya's for the evening meal, the girly
merry-go-round and then eventually bed. You can guess what bit I was
looking forward to.

We got permission for our day out with Pasha by the by, being family with
Zhenya's lot helped there and we decided to rope in Vanko in the
morning. If he was busy for the Sunday or if his mum didn't want him to go
then we still had a foursome as I was almost sure that there was more to
this 'picnic' than met the eye.

Friday night went as it always did, we had our evening meal and then the
parents departed for their night on the town, or their booze up down their
Club depending on your view I suppose. Zhenya and I had charge of the girls
which was probably the worse part of the evening but we had then bathed and
ready for bed by nine and then we had the night to ourselves. I think we
both had the same thing on our minds and after some crap television and
making sure the little ones were asleep we made of for bed
ourselves. Luckily both Anya and Svetlana slept like logs which was more
than I and the current boyfriend were about to do.

'God, I've been waiting for this,' he grabbed me before I even had my
shorts off and dragged me onto the bed. His hot mouth descended onto mind
and his big body pinned me to the bed, he still had his briefs on but I
could feel his hot cock pressing against me as he slowly rubbed up and
down.

'Let me get my shorts off,' I muttered and wriggled free. He looked at me
as I completed undressing like a sex starved sex maniac and that's bad. The
head of his penis poked free of his briefs and he shoved it back in with an
embarassed grin but I was on him, I wanted it and the time for buggering
around had gone. I did the usual and what (for me) was beginning to be
routine. I started kissing his throat and then down his broad chest all the
time savouring the power I had over him, he was whimpering like a child and
trying to force my head onto his stiffness but I fought against that taking
my time until I was within range. The the killing blow. One slippery swipe
across his oozing cockend which nearly finished him off. I smirked at his
moans and groans and took pity on him taking his fat youthful cock into my
mouth and we were off.

He moved around on the bed, it was as if we'd just picked up on last
weekend without the week inbetween. His hot mouth was on me and we were
soon sucking away at each other like babies on teats. He was crushing my
bottom in his strong hands but I'd make him wait, mind you the way he was
fucking my mouth he could choke me first.

'Arty, Arty,' he cried out and fucked faster. I put my hand on his belly to
slow him down and fucked a bit faster myself giving him some of his own
treatment. I suddenly realised with all the sweaty face shagging going on
that whatever I'd felt for Zhenya was gone, I didn't love him, this was
just sex. We were friends and that was all, OK so we shagged each other at
the weekends but that was about it. God, the quickest romance in history
and it was over. I was even thinking of little Vanko as I fucked and sucked
now is that sluttish or isn't it.

'Zhen...' I groaned and let go. He gobbled and swallowed as I pumped a good
cum into his mouth and he slurped every last drop. After that I wanked him
and sucked at the same time until his fat cock jerked and pumped into my
mouth. It was over for the time being although that was only the starters,
the main course was yet to come, we had time for an interval.

'So, what's the deal with Pasha?' I lay there looking at the ceiling with
my arm around his shoulders cuddling in tightly.

'Just wants to give us a day out in his new car, I suppose.'

'Yeah, right,' I sneered. 'I bet he's got some of that lube of his tucked
away somewhere Sunday when we go, he won't leave that at home.'

'You're probably right,' he laughed.

'Well, Alexis and Vanko are both tight little screws.'

'Shurrup,' he laughed. 'You'll get me going.'

We dozed off after that although at one time he had to stick his jeans on
and go and quieten the girls. They didn't often play up and after he
settled them down they were quiet for the rest of the night. Kids are kids
and what do you do with them? They probably enjoyed their weekend sleepover
just as much as we did but hopefully not for the same reasons, they were
nine and ten after all.

It was probably around midnight when he made his first move, we'd heard the
usual noises outside the building and on the stairs but they were only the
drunks wending their weary way home. Zhenya turned inwards and I felt his
warm breath on my cheek as well as his hard cock against my hip, I
suspected he was ready to make love, without the love I might add. He
wanted a shag and yours truly was it.

'You awake?' He whispered.

'No,' I grasped his hot hardness and slowly moved his loose skin to and
fro. 'You're horny though.'

'Always,' he snuggled in behind me as I turned away and lay on my
side. This time around I wasn't too fussed. I knew he was big but it was
nothing new now and Alexis and Vanko had kept me pretty relaxed where it
counted. I was hard myself but that could wait, we had another seven or
eight hours before the girls started coming alive. It seemed he wanted it
the old fashioned way and nudged me onto my back and I parted my legs. I
know I said there was no love there but I still felt a quiver of
anticipation as I felt him slip ontop of me and then kneel up and kiss each
of my tight buttocks... well, I thought they were tight anyway. He parted
them and I felt his hot breath and slippery tongue at my crack and I
relaxed and trembled just a ittle as I felt his slippery tongue between my
cheeks. I pushed my bum up a bit offering myself to his kissing and
licking. 'You alright?' He finally asked.

This was his way of saying he was ready by the way. 'Yeah, go on,' I
wriggled myself comfortable and pushed my bottom up in time to receive his
swollen kob slip between my cheeks on a cushion of his spit, pause briefly
and then push against my sphincter . 'Aaargh,' I clutched the pillow I'd
forgotten how fat his cock was. It was painful for a moment as he stretched
my ring and I closed my eyes in brief hurt and then he was in. Once that
bloody big knob of his was inside me I was happy, he pushed harder and I
felt him open me up and then that bloated, filling feeling as he moved in
and out sinking deeper and deeper.

'Jeez, Arty. You are so tight,' he whispered smothering the back of my neck
with kisses. I pushed up and grinned into the pillow, that was nice to
hear. Wait until he has a go at Alexis or little Vanko . At last I suppose
I was lulled by his regular motions and all I did was gave a happy little
grunt when I felt his crisp pubes on my bottom and he snuggled in pushing
in as deep as he could.

'Go on,' Zhen,' I whispered pushing back onto his belly and he did. This
was better than the last time, I was used to it and it was somehow
familiar. Just like going home to the wife after dallying with the local
sluts I suppose but he was big. I could feel my tight little fanny being
spread and mashed as he worked up for his climax. I clenched and pushed
back all the while and in the end he was hammering away like he was trying
to split me but he had no chance my playing around in the week was paying
off. He was familiar as I've said and I was comfortable after the initial
penetration. In fact, I was wondering what Pasha was like to do sex with,
now that really is being unfaithful thinking of someone else whilst being
stuffed by another.

'I'm cuming,' he grunted. Another bloody thing. Why do they always tell
you? I'd worked that one out by his heat and the fact that his organ seemed
to swell at the end, it felt like a bloody great sausage inside me when he
finally climaxed. 'Ooooh...'

I tensed as I felt the pumping and the long squirts of his essence deep
inside me. It was a messy one but if he'd been off it all week and kept off
his hand jobs it wasn't unexpected. I could feel my tubes full and the
slippery gunk between my cheeks as he continued to move in and out on his
own mess.

Finally he lay on me with his wilting cock buried deep in me coated on his
own spunk. 'That was so nice.'

'Don't forget the dawn session,' I reminded him whincing as I felt him
raise up a little and withdraw on a gush of stale cum. Luckily this time
we'd thought to bring a couple of small towels to bed, experience really
does pay dividends in the end.

We slept shortly after that, I was going to have him but it would wait and
it did until the birds started their early morning racket when I snuggled
in and took him nice and gently. He did all the moaning and groaning but I
liked early morning sex, it was a good way to start the day. It goes
without saying that he did me as well and shortly after that we were into
looking after the girls. Getting them up was no problem, and getting them
fed was no big deal either, getting them washed was harder but we did it in
the end. After that I took my Anya around home to see my parents and
Zhenya's and after that I trundled around to see Vanko.

I think he was a bit surprised to see me espcially with my sister in tow
but his mother was at home otherwise we might have done something naughty
and that wouldn't do with a nine year old sister in tow. I told him about
the Sunday outing, the group picnic and I could see by the way that he kept
on looking at me he wanted to ask questions but I didn't really have
answers. Pasha was running it and 'something might happen' was the closest
I could come to anticipating an end result. I couldn't see why Pasha should
suddenly want to take a bunch of kids on a picnic. There had to be
something in it for him and I was pretty sure it was me but then again I
could have just been big headed. Vanko asked his mum and she was pleased
that he was actually going out with friends, she was especially pleased
with the fact that Pasha Grigoriev was supplying a car and petrol. If she'd
have known that Vanko had at least once been shagged by the same Pasha she
might not have been but single mothers are funny, she might even been
pleased that young Vanko had a 'good older man' as a friend. My quote by
the way.

I eventually returned to Zhenya's with Vanko in tow, perhaps we could find
time for a play around although we had the girls to look after, the parents
were having a breakfast at my place and would be coming around later in the
day so the childminding had to go on for a bit longer yet. We never did get
the chance to do anything or anything we wanted to do and in the end Vanko
gave up and returned home promising to meet up with us in the morning,
Zhenya and I settled down to a day of looking after the girls and
eventually the mums and dads when they turned up. The afternoon was the
usual football on the television and Saturday night was pretty much the
same as Friday night including the sex.

Sunday was nice and sunny and Sunday was a girl free day. We dropped them
off at my place with the parents as with both our swimming gear and towels
in a shared bag we wandered around to Pasha's block.

Pasha was cleaning his car with Alexis and Vanko helping. There was another
guy there who was sitting on the bonnet of his car watching the activity
and he looked at Zhenya and myself as we approached. General greeting
ensued and this guy, a Pasha clone only maybe a bit younger was introduced
as Ivan, Pasha's assistant. I reckoned he was around nineteen or twenty
with dark hair and sideburns. He looked a bit like a long and skinny Elvis
but that doesn't do him justice, he was much better looking than Elvis and
hadn't got the American lard arse of the late lamented King. One thing he
did have which I noticed as did Zhenya was a big package in rather baggy
jeans, not baggy enough to hide his assets though.

Ivan had his own car which wasn't a patch on Pasha's but it was good enough
and he had a mountain of gear in the back, it looked like we were going for
a week's camping let alone a picnic but it was coming on nine o'clock and
getting hot already, it was going to be a stonker. We eventually got sorted
out and we were off on the road north to Schastia, once we were clear of
Lugansk town we'd have a twenty to thirty kilometre run so it wasn't that
far. I sat in the front of Pasha's, the seat of honour, Vanko and Alexis
were in the back and Zhenya travelled with Ivan. The plot thickened as they
say in all the good books.

'Six is a much better number than five,' Pasha remarked as he led off
followed by Ivan's wheezing Moskva.

'Depends what you have in mind,' I tried a little camp remark, I was
amongst friends after all.

'All sorts,' he retorted with a laugh. 'But the place I have in mind is by
the River Donec and good swimming, quite popular but loads of nooks and
crannies.'

'Well, we're just grateful for the trip out.' I thought I'd do a formal
thank you as my mum keeps saying 'politeness costs nothing', I suspect
she's trying to make a gentleman out of me. Anyway, the others mumbled
thanks and we stopped just the other side of Luganst for some cool cans and
we were on our way. The road was single track and it must have been well
used by heavy lorries and the Border Force as it was full of potholes so it
was a pretty lumpy ride, the kids in the back enjoyed it and Pasha gave us
a running commentary of what was what, all part and parcel of his job I
suppose.

Eventually he drove off the road and down a real dirt track to a hilly area
which descended to a meadow and the River Donec. There were a few cars,
people and kids and I wa delighted to see most of the kids and a few of the
adults naked so it was a 'free' area as we call it. Nudism is no big deal
nowadays in our area at least, I mean the miners and tradesmen don't walk
around naked but it wasn't unusual to see people on holiday in the
buff. When we got sunshine we made the most of it, Eastern European winters
are long and hard.

Pasha and his pal parked the cars right down the end of the meadow and
parked them nose to nose making a little barrier and then absolute
confusion. They'd brought three small tents which were like igloos on
springs. I know that's a hell of a description but that's just what they
were like. A few light metal poles, a lot of giggles and we had these three
blue things erected and then a mountain of food and drink under cover.

'That's it boys, all done,' Pasha declared and dropped to the ground, the
poor dear was exhausted but not so we boys, We stripped off and after a
casual look around decided to go 'skin' and get into the water. After the
heat and the choking dust of the drive it was glorious, the meadow shelved
gently down to the water and then there was a quite firm bank of mixed mud
and sand. Good mucking around territory and Vanko and it had to be him
decided to roll around in this glop before swimming. It was great fun and
Pasha and Ivan both in boxers sat and watched us. I had the funniest
feeling that we were being overseen like farmyard animals and the farmers
were selecting their dinner. I didn't care. I quite liked Pasha and Ivan
wasn't too bad either, of course, the others were my mates. They were
easy. Six bodies and three tents, as the westerners would say: 'You didn't
need to be a rocket scientist.'

We had a great time, it wasn't quite as hot as it had been and we got in
with a bunch of naked kids further down but all finished up back at our
little site for midday. Both Ivan and Pasha had kept their boxers on but
once they got in the water the thin cotton boxers hid exactly
nothing. Wowsie, wow! We'd been kidnapped or enticed away by a pair of baby
donkeys. Vanko couldn't keep his eyes off Ivan and I could see why. The
skinny Elvis had a cock like a rolled up magazine and it was perfectly
visible through his wet and almost transparent boxers. Vanko was out of
luck though, Ivan had his sights set on Zhenya and my ex lover was acting
like a big girl. In my mind's eye I could see one of the small tents had
their name on it.

Another probably had Pasha's name followed by a question mark and I think
that was me. He was getting very attentive and made a big play in the water
of brushing against me and gave a very confident smirk when he saw my penis
begin to enlarge. I couldn't help it with the amount of bare flesh floating
around and he was nice. He was also as well rigged as his younger pal
Ivan. He was after me I knew it and wondered when it would happen.

As it started to get hot with the sun climbing in the sky we got in the
shade of the cars and the food came out. Pasha had done us proud, he even
had some cold lager in his portable chiller and we pigged out big
time. Black bread, white bread, some meaty pre cooked chunks and loads of
dips and all finished off with nice cold lager. Heaven.

'We're going to lie in the shade,' Ivan spoke after we'd been sitting
supping booze for a time and he and Zhenya took their cans and made for the
furthest little tent. It was action time and no one was really trying to
hide it.

'You could do with some lotion on your shoulders,' Pasha smiled at me and I
knew my time had come. He was about as subtle as a Russian tank but I
didn't really care, I was ready for a play and if it wasn't Pasha it would
have been someone else. The more I looked (and I couldn't help it) at the
very evident tube of meat in his boxers the more I wanted to sample
it. Vanko and Alexis took the hint, Alexis was Pasha's bought boy
anyway. They grabbed a slice of melon each and scurried off to the centre
tent and don't ask what they were going to do with the melons.

'I forgot to bring any sun oil,' I murmured fiddling with my towel which I
had over my groin hiding my already stiffening penis.

'I've got some,' Pasha smiled encouragingly. 'Shall we?' He nodded at the
remaining empty tent and grabbed his towel.

'Yeah, why not?' I stood up with my back to the rest of the field giving
him a good look at my hardness which was not quite at the up and out stage
but still stuck out angled downwards, my foreskin had retreated and it was
pretty clear that I was on heat.

'Come, Arty,' he guided me to the tent grabbing the remaining lump of
melon... Jeez, what was it with this mob and their melons.

He guided me down onto towels and we lay on our sides facing each other
just staring at each other, I felt a bit lost for a moment but he broke the
stalemate by grinning and tearing a bit of the red flesh from the melon and
shoving it in my mouth. I choked and spluttered as that was the very last
thing I expected but then he was on me and his lips were on me and my melon
munching. The fruit oozed sweet juice which smeared our faces and ran down
our chins... messy, messy. What he did next was even messier, without me
noticing he must have torn a great lump from the segment of melon and
rammed the juicy and sticky mass between my cheeks. I yelped as I felt the
stuff being forced into my crack and his chuckle as he began to munch on my
nips. This was super mess, bit's of melon and rind were everywhere and I
made it even worse by rolling over onto the thing as he mounted me. He'd
shed his boxers again unseen or unnoticed by myself and his huge hot cock
slid between my thighs on a coating of melon mash and the sticky and very
slippery juices. I love melons but I'd never realised the juice was so
slippery, the others were clearly more advanced on the fruit front than I
was. I clamped on his hot cock and wondered how big it was, it felt huge
and I reckoned it was a mansized plus, a good seven or even eight inches
from nuts to tip and to cap it all little Vanko had taken it.

But he'd gone from between my legs, we were rolling around getting
smothered in the red wreckage and he had my legs apart now and his mouth
was at my rear sucking and salivating as he forced my legs even wider apart
totally exposing my pucker for his flickering tongue. He had a hand under
me still smearing melon over my balls and tight skinned erection. I was so
hard and so wanting but I knew what came next, my body jerked as I felt two
fingers pierce my sphincter and then start to reach inside me and move to
and fro. Jesus, I grabbed the bottom frame of the tent as his fingers
slipped in and out and he licked my back and rounded buttocks. The fingers
slipped free and he was in and he was literally eating me. His tongue
pentrated me, I swear it but it was over and now came the main event, the
trial. He kissed and licked the mess on my spine raising himself up and
then I felt it glance across my cheeks and settle in their divide. He moved
it up and down a little and I felt the push of the meaty mass as he neared
his target.

At last I felt his swollen and now oozing knob at my pucker and then the
pressure and pain. I clutched the metal tubing harder as the pain increased
and just before it got unbearable I felt myself open up. The stretching and
then the feel of this huge thing slipping into my body. I relaxed and
pushed out as Zhenya had taught me and he kept coming and then a respite as
his mass entered me and began to fill my passage. It was then he paused and
kissed the back of my neck. I could visualise an inch or maybe two sunk
into my body and a big chunk yet to come. The only thing that kept me still
was the thought of Vanko taking it, if he could do it then so could I.

'Alright, Art?'

'I'll live,' I croaked and gave a little push up.

'Good boy,' he flathanded under my pits and started to move again only this
time he was sinking deeper and deeper - going where no man had gone
before. Yeah, we got the Star Trek films with Russian dubbing.

It hurt a bit, I've got to be honest but more than that it was filling, I
felt so bloated buut the nore he moved the easier it got. I pushed myself
up into a crouching position and he gave a pleased murmur and grabbing my
hips slowly and carefully worked his way in until I finally felt his silky
pubics press against my bottom. I couldn't belive it, his massive cock was
in my gut and he made a final push and I felt his sweaty and juice stained
belly on my spine.

'Grrrr... you are so tight,' he whispered. Romantic or what?

'You're so bloody big,' I moaned and pushed back against him and he just
laughed and started to fuck. I don't think or I should say I was pretty
certain there was no feeling with Pasha, he just wanted to score and score
he had. I was as hard as a rock as he fuckled me and he reached around with
his messy hands wanking me as he took his pleasure but he wasn't getting
off that easy. 'Don't,' I whined and removed his hand. 'I go shag for
shag.'

'Excellent,' he lay on me pumping his hips and I relaxed then, he wouldn't
be the only one to score. At the end he went faster and faster and the tent
resounded to the squelchy slaps as he rammed into me on his coating of
melon juice and when he came... Jeez, he squirted forever, I could feel his
warm spunk squirt into me and bubble in my gut as he kept cuming and
fucking even as it trickled down my legs. That guy was seriously sexed up
and I'd taken it all, my bum felt like a bucket of slugs and when he slid
free at last it felt like he took most of my guts with him. He didn't mess
around though, he flopped onto his back and mashed melon fragments onto his
balls and relaxing cock and between his legs up into his crack. 'Come on,
Art. Let's see what you can do.'

I'm a competitive swimmer, I love challenges. I knelt close to his melon
smeared hole and thrust in deep and hard through the juice red mess.

'Jeez...' he moaned. 'Slow down, kid.'

'No way,' I muttered and began to go. I was so hot, sweaty and messy and so
hard my hardness could have snapped at any moment. When I came in him it
was one to treasure, I just came and came which delighted me. I'd given as
good as I'd got, honour satisfied. At the end of it all we lay in the
wreckage of the melon and smeared with our cum kissing and stroking each
other's slippery and stinking bodies. The flies and insects drove us out in
the end and we charged down to the water to find the others splashing
around.

I think the Elvis lookalike had his eye on me as we swam and splashed
around but so did little Vanko and I did like Vanko, I know he was a kid
but so good at what he did. We had more eats and lounged in the sun
watching the world go by. My brown skinny gypo mate Alexis made a play for
Ivan and I think Ivan gave up on me which pleased me no end. I made it
obvious that I was going for Vanko in Round Two basically by disappearing
with him for ten minutes. When we came back the second pairing was all
over, the other four were in the tents and all Vanko and I had to do was
find an empty one.

'Look at the mess,' Vanko giggled as he crawled in front of me. I didn't
answer I was to busy studying his rather inflamed pucker although he didn't
sem too concerned. He proved that pouint by rolling in the melon mess and
laying on his back and hoisting his legs. What could I do. I grabbed a
large lump of melon and squashed it against his little boy fanny managing
to slip a finger in him and then massaging his boyish prostate. 'Nice,' he
purred and closed his eyes as I dropped my head onto his stiff noodle and
sucked away at the fruit flavoured popsicle as he clamped and clenched on
my moving finger. 'I prefer the real thing,' he whispered after a minute or
so.

Patience, slut.'

'Yes, Master,' he sniggered and clasped me as I slid up his body and our
lips met for the first of many kisses. It was going to be a long afternoon
but a long and enjoyable one. I liked Vanko and he liked me and in spite of
our age difference we went well together as the mutual sighs of
satisfaction proved when I positioned myself and slid into his tight little
boy's bottom. Shag time again, I just don't know how we do it but being
thirteen and sex maniacs helps.



						To be continued.


Next two Chapters are Art and a new friend gained in the long Summer
Holidays and that's the end of it.


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