Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2008 15:54:29 +0100
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: RUSSIAN FLOWERS - 6

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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RUSSIAN FLOWERS



Part 6



by



G. Cutter


I was awoke by the normal early morning sounds of mum and dad nattering
away in the kitchen and wandered down half dressed to scrounge some food. I
felt like a new man but as I wasn't into men I'd settle for young Anton in
the afternoon. My parents were happy enough with me especially as I was
bringing in some money in from the work I was doing, that was the clearing
work not the boy work I should add. That was going into my mattress like a
right old Ukrainian peasant. My mum didn't make my bed so she was hardly
likely to come across the roll of mixed rouble and hryvnia notes. They'd
come in for a rainy day although to change the subject we were forecast a
long hot summer which was encouraging. Loads of skinny dipping and rough
riding on our dirt bikes.

Dad asked me if I was working and I told him that we were doing alternate
days until the work ran out which pleased him. He was a builder himself and
had heard that the orphanage had a lot of stuff in the pipeline and hoped
to do it 'in house'. The local builders didn't mind, the State paid out
crap money and it was a chance for their sons to earn some pocket money. I
had my usual of salo on black bread and black tea taking the last slice and
a fresh mug back upto my room. My mum called out to me that she'd be around
with one of her sisters for the afternon which was pretty routine and
suited me just fine. I was entertaining and I was going to make sure all
the doors were bolted and barred to discourage Serge or Mako popping in and
raining on my parade as the westeners say.

Freshly made bed and freshly showered I walked around the Orphangae and was
wasting time talking to the old guy on the gate who turned out to be ex Red
Army and quite pleasant when Anton rolled up as sweet as a treat in blue
shorts and a nice fresh t-shirt, he really was picture and my heart did a
flip. He looked so innocent and boyish and then I remembered him on my cock
the previous afternoon begging me for more. Unfortunately, Sarinov
accompanied him and I wondered what he wanted.

'Hello, Nikolai,' he smiled politely. 'I just wanted to tell you that I
have to go into Luhansk tomorrow for an important appointment. Zivon will
run things and the rest of it,' he drew us away from the eavesdrooping
guard. ' Yuri can look after Tolik and Josip, Zivon can attempt a short
movie with you and Anton in my bedroom. I shall fix extra lighting
tonight.'

'Whatever you say, Boss... as long as Anton's OK with things.'

'Yeah,' Anton giggled. 'I've never done a movie.'

'There you go then, your chance to star,' Sarinov smiled. 'I'll let you get
away to your fun and see you on Friday.'

'You will,' I confirmed and giving Anton's short hair a ruffle bore him off
in a manner of speaking. We stopped at the village store and got some soft
drinks and munchies, we were all set up for the afternoon and I just
couldn't wait. 'You look very sweet,' I grinned down at my shorter
companion as he held a big bottle of lemonade to his chest.

'Squeaky clean and ready to play,' he grinned cheerfully as if we were off
to play skittles.

'Josip sent his love and his apologies but he has to work for his dad
today.'

'Aaw...'

'Never mind he fancies a threesome,' I lied.

'What, me, you and him... together.' Anton stopped and looked at me with a
big grin. 'All together?'

'Yeap... that's what a threesome is, the problem is can you handle two of
us.'

'Yeah... no probs,' Anton giggled.

'What about this afternoon?'

'You said long, slow and romantic love,' his voice dropped although we were
walking down a dirt road completely deserted in the afternoon sun. 'We are
still doing it, aren't we?'

'Yep.'

'I've been thinking about it all night,' he grinned. 'I was thinking about
it when I had a wank last night.'

'Dirty boy,' I clasped his shoulder as we came to my house and guided him
up onto our scruffy veranda.

'No one home?'

'Not until around five or six. It doesn't matter anyway, they don't disturb
me in my room.'

'Excellent,' he cackled like an old witch, maybe a young witch... a dishy
little blond witch in any event. Also one I was about to stick my wand into
in a very short time. We probably wouldn't make babies but we'd have fun
trying.

We went upstairs and he shed his footwear before coming in like a polite
little man but once inside he reverted to animal. He grabbed me giggling
like a loon as I bore him onto he bed and smothered him with kisses. I
undressed him smooching every square inch of his lithe little body as he
writhed in my arms. This kid was so hot and he was on heat as well. He'd
had a taste of boycock and he liked it, there'd be no stopping him now, all
his smaller chums needed to be careful as now he was managing a squirt they
were all at risk. I'd unleashed a demon or perhaps he was just waiting for
the right trigger and I was it. Aaah, fuck it... who cared. He was hot and
horny and so was I. Once I got him naked he started on me tearing my
clothes off me like a rancid rapist. I know his was small compared to mine
but he didn't mess around, he had his mouth around my penis before he got
rid of my trousers which was a demo of his enthusiasm. He calmed down at
the end of it when I spun him around and took his sweet noodle into my
mouth and returned the compliment.

We lazily sixty nined for a while, I could have kept at it sucking his
sweet boy cock and he seemed happy enough tending my larger edition but in
the end and once I got a finger into his little hole and he started moaning
I got the urge. I pulled my pillows down and stuck him up on them so that
his bottom was well and truly exposed, I got him to lift his legs and then
ducked onto his sweet pucker. Now this he liked, the more I lapped and
prodded at his slick little ring he bleated and wimpered begging for
more. Then as I crouched over him and sealed my lips to his I rubbed suntan
lotion onto his slippery ring and pushed a finger in and gave him a little
finger fucking. One thing that was proved and that was that he did
genuinely cum, a slightly milky trickle was dripping from his fire red
glans as he thrashed about under me and I produced my party piece.

Sarinov had lent me this and I'd managed to keep it out of sight so far so
when the contact came Anton didn't know if he was cuming or going. I
pressed the marble like glass ball against his pucker and it popped in,
still rubbing oil around his sphincter I popped the second in.

'What's that, what's that,' he cried out but I stiffled his cries
reassuring him and soothing his panic.

'Just a sex toy, baby,' I whispered and popped the third, fourth and fifth
of the connected glass balls in through his little boy fanny.

'Whooo...er,' he giggled as I then slipped my finger inside him feeling the
balls seated in his bottom. 'Oooooh....' he warbled as I started to remove
them by tugging the cord and they popped free one by one his ring opening
and closing, stretching and relaxing as the five balls connected by a cord
smoothly opened and closed his sweet little ring. 'Fuck me. Nicky. Fuck
me,' he moaned as the last one popped free but I had one last
surprise. Another of Sarinov's toys.

As he lay there with his eyes closed I slipped the pink rubber dildo up
against his well relaxed muscle and pushed it in smoothly and firmly. He
spasmed and clutched me but he soon smiled. It was long but I wasn't
shoving it all in him only half of it, around four inches. It wasn't thick
either, the handle end was around six inches and thick but the end I had in
him was slim and floppy... and he liked it.

'Whoooo... Nicky,' he grinned and clamped his buttocks on the wobbly
plastic prick as it moved in and out, deeper and deeper into his tight
little boy's arse. 'I like your's better.' That was enough for me, I
carefully slid the toy from him and watch entranced as his gaping hole
slowly closed with lotion oozing from it's centre.

No more messing, I crouched over him and guided my ragingly hard erection
down onto target slowly pushed. He gasped and groaned as my sixer speared
into his soft buttocks but he was alright now, he was on familiar territory
and held me tightly as his lips seached for mine.

God, he was so tight, his slick fanny gripped me as I started to move in
and out of his warmth and his sweet body. He held me tighter and pressed
his legs onto my back. 'Nice and slow,' he hissed and stroked my chest
toying with my sticky out nipples. 'Lovely...' he crooned as I pushed
deeper and deeper. 'We'll give that Zivon a show tomorrow... he fancies you
by the way.'

'How the hell can he?' I tried not to lose concentration. 'I've never even
met him.'

'He's been spying on you,' Anton giggle. 'He fancies me but says he's
scared of hurting me.'

'Sounds like a sex maniac.'

'He's nice,' Anton grined. 'Not as nice as you, my Nicky-Nick-Nick .'

'Keep thinking that,' I laughed and pulled him onto my erection and started
to move faster as I slipped quite eaily in and out of his well eased flesh.

This kid was good, I hate to admit it but he was far better than both Mako
and Serge and they were family. He worked with me, as I thrust into his
sweetness he pushed onto me and clamped so every forward movement was like
re-entry, opening him up time after time. At last it was too much and he
held me tightly as my meat seemed to swell and throb and then my burning
splats surged into his little boy fanny. I wnt frantic for just that moment
as I felt my hot spunk squirt inside him and he lay there accepting my
all.He was done and he was happy, he smirked at me as I kissed his sweaty
nose.

'That was brill. Zivon says you can't cum in me tomorrow, you've got to
splash it all over me... so dirty.'

'I know, it's for the film buyers.'

'Who buys films of boys shagging, it's better to watch them do it.'

'Don't wish too hard, you might have busloads of tourists sitting around
when youi get shagged next time.'

'Kinky,' he giggled and after a bit of an upheaval he lay on top of
me. 'Me, Rambo,' he declared.

'Prove it, Sweetnuts,' I grined up and opened my legs letting him get
between them. The next bit was routine. I raised my knees to my chest and
he did his usual oohing and aahing as my pucker became exposed. He must
have been hot, he didn't even bother with the finger bit, he just pushed
his slippery little knob end at my backdoor and pushed. I felt myself open
up and his little stiff pecker slipped into me... nice.

I expect I've been through all this before but it's amazing, it doesn't
really matter how small your lover maybe but he still feels big when he's
inside you and Anton was a bloody quick learner, he was squirming around as
if he wanted to sink into me and I had a momentary image of me going into
Luhansk Hospital with Anton's feet sticking out of my bum. I banished the
thought and tried to please him stroking his smooth body and squeezing when
he pushed, from the manic grin on his face I guessed I did well.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' he chanted like a popster as he flashed in and out as
happy as a pig in shit which probably isn't the best of comparisons.

'Harder, harder, little Anton,' I held him tightly feeling it cuming. It
did, he whined and froze as his noodle squirted what I consider a bloody
good cum for a little lad. He fell on me and I felt his slimey mess inside
me. Yeah, he'd done well and he knew it.

'That was a good one, one of my best,' he said proudly and waited for me to
agree.

'Brilliant, little brother.'

He beamed as he slipped free and lay in my arms. I was beginning to think
that the way with the little ones was to let them get their own back. Well,
not exactly that but to let them have a go. They were all boys and had
manly thoughts, the point was not to put it across that you considered them
a girl substitute, they all had their pride. Of course, the exception was
someone like Serge who just liked cock full stop, he was probably destined
to finish up as a male prostitute.  All a bit of complicated thinking but
I'm sure you know what I mean. They were boys and needed treating like boys
not like sex toys. Anyway, after all that tripe I was resolved to do him
doggy next time.

We lay there in our funk and mess for a while and I managed to talk him
into sharing a bath and naturally we did it again 'soapy style' which is
bloody hard work I can tell you but worth the effort. In the end. I
scrounged up some stale cake and biscuits down in the kitchen and fed him
before returning him to his own little gulag. In conversation he told me it
was pretty good there, apart from Sarinov who was a complete areshole (the
arsehole with the money that was), the staff were pretty well behaved and
really tried to act as surrogate mums and dads. Of course disciplining a
mass of boys and girls was a work of art in itself but from what he said it
was a pretty settled place if not the gateway to heaven. Dramatic? Well,
I'm only repeating what he said. Anton had ambitions to be a soldier and
defend the republic so bully for him, I wanted to be a millionaire but
hadn't quite worked out how. As much as was pretty lukewarm towards Sarinov
I fancied his job, or a job like his. An endless supply of boys in and out
with the associated knicker dropping sounded fun. I understood he also
taught basic language skills at their nursery school whatever that meant.

I took him into his place as it was nearly his suppertime which was also
his deadline. He was very excited about the film shoot the folowing day and
I said farewell and left him to his chums. For myself I was at a loose end,
Josip was doing whatever he was doing with his dad. God know's where Tolik
was and the Cousins from Hell were also away with their mum and dad which
made for a bit of peace and quiet at least.

I'd no sooner got my bedroom sorted out and had a chat to mum when she came
in when dad arrived and the evening settled down to the bog standard
routine. I was therefore quite happy when my main line lover rolled up all
cheesy grin and big ears.

'How goes the day, Comrade?' He bounced into my bedroom without the
courtesy of a knock. 'I'm fucked,' he declared dramatically and flopped out
onto my bed.

'Who by? Tell me and I'll go and scratch their eyes out.'

'I'm fucked helping my dad out, I mean,' he laughed. 'If he wanted a slave
he should have gone down the slave auctions and bloody well bought one.'

'That's what he clothed and fed you for all these years,' I grinned. 'A
dishy dizzy blond, big eared slave.'

'Stop going on about my ears,' he leapt on me and that was it. A mild
struggle, a mild grope and then a furious bout of kissing... I'm glad he
closed the door on his way in. In a while we settled down and sat on my bed
listening to music and idly chatting.

'Anton still want to meet you, in a personal sort of way,' I told him. 'He
must be shortsighted, I think he fancies your body.'

'Har, har. Did you do him this afternoon?'

'Yeah.'

'Bathed since?'

'Of course I have.'

'Good,' he rested his hand on the fork of my shorts and grinned,. 'It still
works.' He fondled my penis as it slowly came to life and then lifted the
front of my t-shirt and delved into my shorts fishing around and grasping
my warm flesh. 'Nice one,' he giggled and managed to get my rapidly
hardening flesh out of my clothing. 'No one going to come in?'

'Snap the catch on the door to be on the safe side but they won't come up.'

'Right,' he sprang up and did the door and then jumped back onto he bed
crouching over me and ducking his head. I just lay back to enjoy as his hot
mouth slipped over my meat. I ruffled his short hair as his head moved and
then pulled him up for a smooch. 'Come on, I wanna taste you,' he grinned
and tried to move down on me again.

'Spin,' I ordered and he chuckled. He knew exactly what I meant and as he
moved around I tugged at his baggy shorts and allowed his stiffy to pop
free, we were away. As he got his mouth around me I shucked his shorts down
and took his sweetmeat into my mouth. Reaching around him I stroked his
smooth bum as he sucked me and slowly fucked down into my mouth. It was
nice, a slow lazy blow, no urgency and no panic. We both knew each other by
now and we knew what each other liked and set out to please our partner.

I held his hips as he started to go faster leaving me for a moment and
thrusting into my mouth right down to my gag point. Then he groaned and I
felt his cock swell and then the splashes and the taste of his juicy boy
spunk most of which slid straight down my throat. I squeezed his foreskin
over his glans extracting his last pearly drops and he started on me
again. I loved the taste of his cum, so different drom little Anton's,
thicker, meatier and more of it. I came in the end and he sucked and
slobbered until I was drained again, I don't know where the hell it all
came from but I'd probably be having a wank again in the early hours. All
the same he was happy, he squeezed my softening organ like a toothpaste
tube extracting every little drop and then washing my glans with his wet
slippery tongue. His final act was to lap my pubics getting a few stray
droplets and he was done.

'It gets better and better,' he laughed as he reversed again and lay with
me.

'Sure does,' I tugged up my shorts and he did the same. Back to normal I
uncatched the door but I could hear mum and dad down in the living room
with the television going, they wouldn't bother me or Josip. I was thinking
of getting him to overnight but I didn't want to push things, I didn't want
my parents or his thinking we had anything going on other than a comradely
friendship... Jeez, if only they knew.

We split and aranged to meet at Tolik's house as usual, tomorrow was going
to be a big day. Filming rather than stills and with this guy Zivon who was
seventeen as I recalled and supposedly Yuri's boyfriend. That should be
fun, I hoped that he wasn't jealous... or violent. Mind you in that place
he should be used to swopping and changing. Tolik mentioned that he was
supposed to be a better photographer than Sarinov and from what he said it
seemed that Zivon was more or less Sarinov's second in command.

I was up bright and early and after a bite to eat was outside Tolik's just
as Josip wandered up the road.

'Another hot one,' he grinned and looked at his watch. 'We should go
swimming tomorrow , get away from everyone... maybe team up with Tolik and
Juri?'

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'Dodge the little ones, just the four of us.'

'Go for it,' he span around at the slap on the back he got from my other
boyfriend, Tolik, the Giggler was grinning. Maybe the thought of clearing
some undergrowth for money and then having sex for money got him going, it
worked for me. We walked up the road and chatted casually until we reached
the orphanage gate. The routine was becoming just that, routine. The guard
gave us a half hearted wave and we walked around the back of the building
where the usual mob were busy sorting themselves out. Yuri hustled over to
us with this tall lad who he introduced as Zivon. Zivon would be in charge
of the work party for the day and then more interestingly trying to make a
film with Anton and myself and that was the bit I was looking forward
to. He was quite nice, a damn sight nicer than Sarinov and if he got touchy
feely during the filming it wouldn't fuss me too much. I was as big as he
was in height and he wasn't unatractive, far from it, he was quite dishy
with dark hair and I could see why Yuri had the hots and that was before I
saw what he had to offer.

'OK. guys,' he smiled. 'Let's see if I've got this right. Nikolai, Tolik
and Josip who I know.'

We nodded, he had it right and if he'd been spying on us as reported he
knew exactly what we looked like minus shorts but what the hell. Work
beckoned and the kids and the machine were ready. It was going to be a long
hot one and the sooner done, the sooner finished. Zivon unlike Sarinov who
worked by the clock had a plan or a target to hit and as far as he was
concerned once that target was achieved the little ones and ourselves were
finished.

Again, unlike Sarinov, he got stuck in with us and he knew what he was
doing. No dummy, this kid although at seventeen I suppose he was really a
young man. He was also a driver, he kept the little ones hard at it and
when they started to get a little grumpy he called a break. As usual the
little ones split into their own little group and we split into ours.

'You alright with this afternoon?' He looked at me and glanced over to
where Anton was skylarking around with his mob which included the boys
who'd been in Sarinov's previously.

'Yeah, I'm fine. I hope Anton's OK though.'

'He is,' Zivon grinned. 'He's after an Oscar.' He edged me away from the
other three who were talking football. 'I'm a bit surprised he could take
it, he is a bit tiny.'

'He does alright,' I laughed. 'Very enthusiastic, in fact.'

'Good,' he nodded. 'I'm not Comrade Sarinov, by the way...'

'What's that mean?' I was suddenly on guard.

'When I've completed the session I like to relax with the models and I mean
get to know my models a little bit better.'

'I thought you'd know them all by now,' I grinned realising what he was
saying. No probs, he wasn't an elderly commy, he was a pretty good looking
seventeen year old and I wouldn't think politics would get a mention once
we were closeted in the bedroom.

'Not you and Anton,' he smirked and turned back to the others.

Well, that said it all. Shortly after that we got back down to it and an
hour later he called a halt well short of the normal midday
shutdown. 'Skinny, you lot ,' he shouted at the smaller kids. 'Get
freshened up before your lunch.'

There was a lot of screaming and jostling as the smaller kids all made a
beeline for the old and almost derelict swimming pool ripping off their
shorts and knickers on the way. God, it was a naturist scene gone
mad. About twenty little boys in all stages of developement totally naked
and out for a laugh. Zivon and we older ones congregated around the soft
drinks and drank and watched... and watched and in my case lusted. There
were so many pretty boys ranging from pale Euro Russ through Slavic to
Asian and they were all wet and slippery and God... I had to look
elsewhere.

'You get used to it,' Zivon laughed. 'I've picked up a few models watching
them shower and go skinny dipping... great fun.'

'Just models?' Josip grinned.

'His little sluts,' Yuri chipped in slightly waspishly.

'Now, now,' Zivon admonished him. 'You get your share of little virgins.'

'True,' Yuri laughed. 'Hey up, here's Anton.'

My Anton, or our Anton came over shaking water around like a dog. 'Whay
time we doing it?' He whispered although we were miles away from the
others.

'Directly after you've had lunch. Come alone Anton... I don't want hangers
on... got it?' Zivon gave the boy his instructions.

'Right,' Anton giggled and scampered off back to his pals in the pool.

'Showers, a bite to eat and I can tell you what we're going to be doing,'
Zivon looked at us all and we nodded agreement. He was the boss for the day
and it was about to begin. Back in Sarinov's we found that he or maybe the
cooks had prepared a mountain of meat filled rolls and Zivon or Zed as Yuri
called him fished a couple of bottles of the usual light wine from the
chiller. As before we took turns in the bathroom and I thought I might have
been swagged but Zivon paired with his Yuri and I squeezed in with Tolik
and Josip.

By the time we'd got ourselves cleaned up and eaten we were ready for the
brief which Zivon proceeded to give us.

'Right, guys...' Zivon tapped his glass with his spoon. 'Anton should be
with us soon but I'll go over this which is pretty straight forward.' He
paused. 'Yuri will keep Tolik and Josip here and go for a double blow, a
sixty nine whatever, the important thing is that I want stacks of closeups
and I want cum shots visible. Perfectly basic but take your time, loads of
slippery cock shots, kissing, all that crap but make it last. Don't forget
one hours filming wil be trimmed down to around a half hour film. The
better the overall action the better the finished product.' He stopped to
take a sip of his wine.

'I shall take Nick and Anton into he bedroom for a full scale sex film. Boy
meets boy, or boy awakens boy. Kissy kissy, sucky sucky and then shags,
more closeups. I'm determined to get some decent closup action which
Sarinov completely cocks up... OK?'

We all nodded and started to clear away the debris from lunch. I'm pretty
sure we were all ready for it. You'd think having sex time after time was
boring but not if you pace yourself, of course, being with people you like
helps. Every other day was nice for the camera and maybe every night for
practice. I had the feeling that our bedroom session was going to feature
Zivon, after all he'd just about laid it out for us, he wanted Anton and it
was pretty obvious he wanted me as well. I didn't mind it was all in a
day's work or play I suppose and once you got a taste for it exhaustion was
the only way it normally ended. Maybe I could even do a bit of filming of
Zivon and Anton getting it on, I didn't want to sit around watching like a
spare prick at a wedding.

We left Yuri with Tolik and Josip, Anton, who had finally turned up
followed Zivon and myself into the master bedroom which looked like a
circus. The big old fashioned bed had four high powered lights positioned
around it and a movie camera was at one end covering the whole bed,
presumable Zivon would be hand holding another for the closeups. The point
was that the lighting made it so hot so sweat would provide a nice body
sheen for the lens... Christ, I was beginning to think like a photographer.

'Right, don't look at me,' he started. 'You're madly in love, you have eyes
only for each other... right?' He smiled as we nodded.  'Also, take your
time... a minute is a long time on film, so take your time on the
preliminaries and that's the kissy bit and the undressing. Then explore
each other's bodies as if for the first time. There is no sound, we'll
overlay some romantic music so follow my instructions. Ready?'

We both nodded and girded our loins in a manner of speaking. This had to be
a good one as Zivon had clearly done a lot of preparation but at the same
time it could be fun, no rush, no hurry,. just a nice lazy snog and then
slow sex... sounded good to me and from the grin on Anton's face he liked
the thought being a star as well.

We sat on the bed as if in conversation, gave each other silly loving looks
and then kissed... after that it was undressing to naked and a squirm about
on the bed. PWP as Zivon called it, he said the expression came from the
story side of things and meant just sex, no plot, nothing meaningful,
nothing deep apart from the penetration and I was working towards that.

'Nice slow blow,' Zivon was chatting all the time. 'I wanna get some
closeups and for God's sake don't cum at this stage.'

It was bloody hard with Anton's soft and eager mouth around me but I
struggled on. God, that boy could do things with his little slippery tongue
and as for suction, he'd do well clearing drains for a living later in
life. The bit I enjoyed was spreading his tight little cheeks and probing
and lapping at his tiny pucker, so did Zivon as he had his camera inches
away from my face. I assumed that anything he got captured in from the long
range camera would be added at the final editing. I'd love to watch, I
really could get into photography... at least you met a lot of models. Poor
ol' Zivon, I could see from his shorts he was as hard as a poker which was
hardly professional but I guess he'd take Anton when it was over or
possibly have a crack at me. As I'd said previously, I didn't mind, he was
tasty and he was big where it counted. Nothing like an adventure when
you're on holiday.

'Nick, let Anton shag you for a bit but don't cum Anton.'

I lay down and let Anton go into his routine but as soon as he started
puffing and panting clearly coming to a climax I slid free in spite of his
grumping. Zivon had an end game in mind and we didn't want to bugger that
up for him.

'Excellent, excellent,' Zivon crowed. 'Let's have a drink,' he rushed from
the bedroom and left me to cuddle Anton.

'Going well, Sweetie. We must be geting near the end,' I glanced at the
clock.

'I just want to cum,' Anton moaned.

'No probs,' Zivon reappeared with cans of Cola. 'I want you both to cum at
the same time. Nick shags but pulls out at the last moment and comes all
over your dicky and you wank off with his spunk... can you do that?'

'Easy,' Anton looked thoughtful. 'I won't have had a proper shag though.'

'You will have been paid though,' Zivon grinned. 'I was thinking of asking
Nick and his favourite who I suspect is Josip to come around to play with
you and I tomorrow afternoon.' He looked at Anton and smiled. 'And you will
get to shag and get shagged.'

'Can we, can we?' Anton giggled. 'I like Josip.'

'So you've said,' I replied dryly. 'Yeah, I'd like that,' I looked at Zivon
and smiled mind you I was thinking of the huge thing in his shorts but it
would be a nice foursome or mixed doubles. I just hoped that he'd keep
clear Sarinov out of the way, it would be nice to have a session without
some prat with a camera bobbing about.

'Nice and private... I have keys to the old quarters and Sarinov likes to
keep his lads sweet.'

'Great.' I had no idea what the 'old quarters' were but they sounded nice
and private and as good a way as any to spend a holiday afternoon.

'OK. let's go.' Zivon fiddled around with his camera. 'A nice slow one,
Nick and when you cum I want it on Anton's belly, rub it in and then Anton
can self wank or you can do it so we have a nice messy conclusion.'

'Yucky,' Anton giggled but he was up for it.

I did him on his belly, doggy and then turned him around to go belly to
belly and finished up with him bobbing up down on it and finally back to
belly on belly, the full frontal as they called it. Apart from Anton's legs
blocking the camera we got on well and when I came I pulled out and
splattered my thick and enormous cum over his stiff pricklet, smoothy belly
and shrunken balls. What a mess but then he enthusiastically wanked and did
his own cum which was a good one as well over his belly and it splattered
onto my offering. To borrow Zivon's words it was a messy conclusion and I
felt drained. It was all over and Zivon was delighted. He even put his
camera down and sucked Anton dry and gave me a taste of his warm lips. Of
course, I took the chance to feel him up through his shorts and he clasped
me fondling my bottom.

That was the end of it, we didn't do the dirty with Zivon although I
expected it. I had the funny feeling that he had other things on his mond
and we were on a promise for the following day after all. It should be a
fgood one and to cap it off Zivon said he should have the first cut of the
film ready for our viewing, maybe not the final but at least a rought
outline. We got dressed and complete with stale spunky smell joined the
others who had finished but refrained from interrupting us. Of course, the
fact that they were both giving Yuri a good seeing to may have slowed them
down a little.

Yeah, the following day was going to be a good one. Nice and private sex
all the way and hopefully not a camera in sight.


			     To be continued


I cut this short a bit as the next scene is a big sex foursome which I need
to develop. So, that's it for now.  Nick and Josip will move into
'Boyograd' which is a continuation of this one and I'm getting in a bit of
a shambles trying to set up the 'end' to this although the main characters
should appear as guests in 'Boyograd'.

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