Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:13:04 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE BOYS OF KOZLOVKA

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.  The
author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. 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 boys, youth and youing men 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.

Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY
free and keep NIFTY alive.

Finally: People do write asking personal questions and I would say this
which is paraphrasing an author I read some time back: Agatha Christie
wrote about murders and murderers for most of her life but she didn't go
around murdering people. Work that one out.




THE BOYS OF KOZLOVKA



Part - 1



by



G. Cutter




A year or so ago, the summer before the this miserable one (weatherwise at
least) I was working in Moscow at the Anglo-Russian Friendship League. I
was the second in command in the Youth Exchange Department which meant I
did most of the moving and shaking, the boss picked up the bigger pay
cheque and did bugger all. We organised student exchanges between Russian
and Britkids obviously enough and the paperwork and detail were enough to
drive you mad but it was a rewarding job. The kids, both boys and girls
ranged from sixteen to nineteen and were all in further education which
meant they were completing their basic schooling and moving to University
or other higher education. It was a rewarding job insofar as I met a load
of kids both in Russia and in England as the job entailed going backwards
and forwards quite a lot. Anyway, to cut to the chase.

I'm of dual nationality with an English father and a Russian mother and at
the time of this story I had a small flat in Moscow not far from my
parent's house which was on the outskirts. I was twenty then coming on
twenty one but had fallen into the job by accident and was glad of that, it
was perfect as I was fluent in both Russian and English. It was tailor made
for my need which was mainly meeting people and travelling, I also met a
lot of nice young men which is where the flat being away from home came in
handy. Exchange students were often short on cash and a free meal and bed
between moves was often appreciated.

I had a computer and as many do and trawled the sites, surfing as they call
it rather quaintly. I used a Russian site in the main, a photo display
site, and this was all sorts, ranging from the arty tarty collections of
modern art, scenery and statuary to raw male on female and youth on
youth. They had periodic clampdowns but the 'kids' section remained
constant. This was the section that was mainly boys and girls disporting
themselves on holiday, a sprinkling of nudes but in the main speedo
stuff. The site was more inclined to younger kids and even toddlers which
didn't appeal but there was a fair sprinkling of older boys (and girls).

A few months before this story starts I came across a boy... nothing
unusual there but I fell in love. Now that is so sad, falling in love with
the image of a boy who could be thousands of miles away, even on another
continent but he wasn't. He was a Russian boy and there was a collection of
around thirty pictures of he and his friends swimming, sunning themselves
and generally playing around on a dodgy looking wooden jetty jutting into a
small lake or a large pond. It was clearly an industrial location as there
were works in the background, a typical run down Russian disused factory
site as are so many.

The guy who took the photographs even answered one query by stating the
boys name, age and location which I thought was silly and certainly unusual
as that is one of the things you just don't do. A week later the mail was
removed but not before I'd written the details down... be fair, I was in
love. I'm not going to harp on about this kid but he was typical of the
Nordic Russians rather than the Slavic types. Fair hair cut in a buzz cut,
well muscled and well formed. He was fourteen according to the photographer
and lived in a place called Kozlovka, the pond was nearby and provided
water for a copper works (whatever that might be). Anyway, here I was
obsessed with this kid who was called Mikhail, was aged fourteen and came
from Kozlovka... it was a start and I hurried to my Russian Gazeteer.

To plunge on with the detail. Kozlovka was a small town very near to Kazan
which is the capital city of the Republic of Tatarstan. Kozlovka was across
the border inside a neighbour, the Republic of Chuvash, or Chuvashia. These
are a couple of those semi autonomous republics within the Russian
Federation and Kazan was a mere three hundred kilometres from Moscow. Just
down the road in Russian terms and just overtwo hundred miles in my English
mode.

I printed out a big glossy of Mikhail and framed it, if I had visitors I
could always say he was a cousin I was very fond of. Russians are far more
family oriented than the English and I had cropped him down to a portrait,
no need for the visitors to see his wet underwear and meaty cock in damp
outline. I used to drool over this picture and in the end it grew too
much. I had to take a trip. I knew from the photographers unwise babbling
that the pictures were taken the previous summer so the boy, my Mikhail as
I thought of him would be fifteen now or maybe even sixteen... just right.

I had leave due and duly booked two weeks off, I was off on a high
adventure, it maybe a waste of time but the guide books and other tourist
crap indicated Kazan at least was worth a visit and the area was a bit of a
step back into history. Over sixty percent of the locals were ethnic Tatars
which was clear from some of the boys in the photographs, the other fourty
percent were native Russians and they co-existed quite happily which made a
nice change in this day and age. They had their own language and habits but
Russian was quite common and probably as some of these areas are it was
only the fervent nationalists spoke the native tongue. Neither Chuvasia
norTatarstan were looking to go independent in the near future as they were
well and truly in the Russian heartland. A good comparison would be England
and the Cornish, the Cornish babble on about a seperate identity
etc. etc. but that's as far as it goes. Just check out Kazan or Tatarstan
in Wikipedia which will save me anymore geography lessons.

My hotel was booked - The Excelsior, Kozlovka - the car was serviced and I
had more than enough money to get by on. I intended maybe a week looking
aorund and trying to find Mikhail and if I had no success I would have my
final week in Kazan and check out the local culture and nightlife. It was a
plan at least and I was away at seven in the morning, a fine day and a long
haul but hopefully my Mikhail would be at the end of it all.

The M7 headed due East and was part autobahn and part tank track which
places is very much in the same category as most Russian roads but it was a
pleasant drive with loads of stop overs, far more than on British motorways
I might add and I made good speed. I pulled in around noon for a quick
lunch break and I'd done far more than half of the two hundred miles, I
only had seventy to go and was feeling pretty pleased with myself.

Lyskovo city lies between the motorway and the Volga but I wasn't a
tourist, I had my lunch and just relaxed for a bit. I should think another
four hours of driving would do it but the road wasn't getting any better so
I allocated five. I should be in the hotel shower for six... how's about
that. Incidently the one thing that had attracted me to the Excelsior was
that it had a public sauna attached meaning that it should be easier to
smuggle in any guests not that you had to smuggle guests, provided they
weren't under age and caused raised eyebrows. Then again if you do pick up
a stray on the street getting them into a sauna before going any further is
a good idea, most kids love saunas if only for jumping in and out of the
small pool.

I was just about to get back in my car when a boy rushed upto me, he had
been sitting at a nearby table gazing into space but he'd suddenly come to
life.

'You're not going East?' He asked me eagerly.

'Kozlovka, this side of Kazan.'

'I couldn't beg a lift...' he looked at me like a little puppy dog
desperate for a biscuit. Quite nice and far to young to be hitchhiking in
this day and age. Mind you, he'd probably picked on me as I was alone and
also hardly elderly. He looked to be around fifteen or maybe even sixteen
and very definitely Tatar or close, a dusky brown skinned face featured
almost almond shaped eyes. He was also quite short as most Tatar stock are,
very definitely one of the old Golden Horde or one of their ancestors I
should say.

'Where are you actually headed?'

'Zelenodol'sk, opposite Kazan... on your way,' he added brightly.

'Just about,' I sniffed. He was right but barely. Taking him would be no
great inconvenience and as I'd said he was quite nice and there was
something about him. I always say that and I'm always wrong. 'OK, what do I
call you?'

'Josip.'

'OK, Josip, hop in. My name's Sasha by the way.' It wasn't anything of the
sort of course but no need for him to know. He was clean and presentable
and I wondered why he was begging such a long haul trip, he wasn't a street
boy and he didn't seem to be a vagrant from the size of the backpack which
we stashed on the rear seats. Still, who cared, he was company and I was
getting bored.

We were soon on our way and we had the windows and the sun roof open, the
sun was thrashing down and we probably got more road dust than air into the
car but no matter we were making good speed and we had the long stretch of
the Volga to the north (our left) as we drove and the scenery was pretty if
not exciting. To my relief the road held up and if anything started to get
better the nearer we got to Kazan and it's associated towns.

Somewhere along the way Jo has peeled off his jacket and then his t-shirt
and sat barechested letting the wind blow over his well formed torso. For a
bit of short stuff he was well built and I idly wondered what he was like
inside his trousers.

'Swimming weather,' Josip commented as we passed by a group of kids
splashing around in one of the many small tributaries and streams that cut
under the road.

'We can stop for an hour,' I offered. I knew that I'd be at my hotel for
six but seven would do as easily. In fact, in spite of the stop and picking
up Josip I was now running slightly ahead of time.

'That's up to you,' he grinned. 'Be nice though.'

'Right.' I slowed down and the next time I saw the safety barriers
indicating that we were passing over a stream I slowed down and moved onto
the verge. I was right, I could hear the sounds of even more kids and as we
got from the car I saw we'd parked a stone's throw away from a sizeable
stream that ran under the road. The kids went silent for a moment, stared
at us and then resumed their chatter.

I led the way down the steep bank onto a small shore opposite the boys and
we flopped onto the sand and pebbles. It was nice to get away from the sand
blaster that the car had become and the boy's voices began to get fainter
as they moved up stream and started playing around under the bridge. I
found out later when they emerged from the tunnel some naked and some
wearing their underwear that we were going to get a viewing in ernest. The
next thing was that it was all screams and splashing, good clean fun and
the bare bottoms were a sight for sore eyes.

'Lucky brats,' Jo stretched himself out in the sun.

'Yeah,' I agreed, I could barely keep my eyes from the boys in the water,
there were five or six and probably aged around ten and eleven... twenty
four carat eye candy. 'I should have brought my camera down.'

'You a photographer?' Jo looked at me with a grin.

'Yeah,' I answered briefly. I just wished he'd get his trousers off but
baulked at suggesting it.

'Do you mind,' he unclipped the top of his camos and peeled them open and
then carelessly kicked them free and lay back again only this time in
boxers only these weren't the baggy type, these were quite tight and his
package was clearly visible. No outline or anything like that just a bulky
mass far to big for a boy of his stature.

'Very nice,' I said without thinking.

He giggled and stood giving me the full benefit of his trim dusky brown
body. Come on,' he turned giving me a flash of his tight but jiggly buns as
he scampered down to the water's edge and waded in. I looked at the boys
upstream a little and seeing that they were not interested in us stripped
off quickly and joined Josip in the water. I guess I looked pretty cool in
my white briefs as he gave me an appraising look and squealed as I splashed
water at him.

'We better make this a quicky, we still have a long haul.'

'Half an hour?' He pleaded.

'Fine,' I moved out as he had and it was deeper than I thought, obviously
why the kids had chose a more shallow spot. The water was now upto our
nipples and to my surprise he made the first move throwing himself on me
and we both went under the water. We both surfaced and we were both
groping, I don't know who started it but neither of us wanted to stop, I
grabbed his bundle feeling the soft thickness of boy meat and he grabbed
mine... just one of those things. We calmed down a bit as the boys were
working their way back to us in their nude glory and I was beginning to
really wish I'd brought the camera but too late now. We had a lark around
and a giggle with them but half an hour was my limit and eventually I had
to call it a day.

'I've got to go, Josip,' I made my way back to the clothing. 'Ride or swim,
your choice.'

'Ride,' I think,' he grinned amiably as he came up the bank and joined me
giving the kids a farewell wave.

An hour later we were well on our way and we'd begun to chat, or at least,
he had. He'd been spending time with his aunt and family in
Lyskovo. Apparently he'd got there by bumming lifts and was getting back
home using the same method, a regular if sometime dangerous way of moving
around the Federation. I wondered if he paid his way with 'favours', it was
rumoured a lot of the wandering lads and lasses did just that.

'So, why Koslovka. Family there?'

'Not really, I'm looking for someone,' I didn't want to get into giving too
much information but then again I didn't want to shut him up now that he'd
got taking.

'You don't look like a militiaman or an officer.' By officer I presumed he
meant one of the 'proper' police, the investigators.

'I'm not, it's a personal quest, a model I rather fancy taking pictures
of.' I know it sounded pretty lame but at least it was partly true.

'Must be some dolly bird,' he laughed.

'Mmmm...'

He laughed again. 'My mum and dad will be surprised I'm back so early...'
He looked out of the window and I had the feeling he was fishing, you know
just putting out a little bait on a line.

'So, why rush back?'

'Bored.'

'Kozlovka's not too far from Zelenodol'sk, just over the border,' I reached
out and gave his firm upper thigh a squeeze through the smooth material of
his camo trousers.

'Get off,' he giggled and removed my hand. 'I'm not like that.'

'Why not?' I laughed. I knew I was safe, this kid was a game boy or I'd got
the body language all wrong. I was pretty certain I was right, I came into
contact with enough boys of his age both English and Russian and you could
tell. There I go being flash but I was rarely wrong, call it gaydar or
whatever but I had a sense when someone was up for giggles and this kid
only needed a little push of that I was for sure. The other thing that had
crossed my mind was that a young assistant on my quest wouldn't be a bad
thing. He could go places and ask questions that I couldn't. I put my hand
back on his thigh and this time he didn't remove it.

'What sort of photographs do you take?' His hand settled on mine and
squeezed gently. I stiffled a sigh of relief, the first hurdle was passed.

'Boys... speedos, naturist, whatever.'

'Whatever?' He laughed again. 'What do you reckon on me as a model - pretty
enough.'

'Handsome enough,' I countered. 'You could always stop over with me at
Kozlovka for a couple of days, all expenses paid of course.'

'And pocket money,' he gently moved my hand up his thigh nearer to his
fork, his family jewels.

'Of course.' I gave a little squeeze. He was on the game and so what, I was
on holiday and searching for a certain boy who I may never find. What was
wrong with a little dalliance along the way even if it did cost a few
roubles. Josip was nice in his slightly and it was very slightly Asiatic
way and I felt a little twinge at the thought of his clean and naked brown
body on my bed under a dimmed light... romantic or what.

'Mmmm...' he sighed and gave a little pelvic thrust.

'Heigh ho for Kozlovka... yeah?'

'Why not?' He gently moved my hand again and placed it right on his groin
and I felt the heat as I nearly lost control of the car with my one handed
driving. I took a quick grope and felt his heat and turgidity before
returning my hand to the wheel. Another stunt like that and we could finish
up in the river. He laughed merrily and looked at me. 'Could be fun.'

'Yep,' I could see a bunch of big signposts coming up and it could be where
we peeled off the M7. It was the Ceboksary ring road which diverted us onto
our destinations and eventually Kazan, another two hours would see us home
and dry. Better still the same two hours would see us in our hotel and
sampling the sauna. The effect of the swim had worn off now and we were
back to sweaty and dusty... so much for travelling with all the windows
open. One of those American air conditioned cars would be nice but we don't
have much call for them, ours tend to be built like battle tanks with the
emphasis on heating.

'Tell me more about this person you're looking for.'

'Name; Mikhail, aged fourteen...' I went on from there in spite of his
initial giggle when he found out it was a boy. I did try and put across
that the main purpose of my visit was more the Tatar culture and the
ambience of Kazan, a cross between East and West but he wasn't buying it.

'So, you fancy sampling some of the Tatar boys?' He laughed. 'Well, I'm
Tatar stock so you've made a start.'

'I hear they go like rabbits,' I grinned.

'That's for me to know and you to find out,' he reached out and this time I
felt his hand gently squeeze my leg as I drove.

'Up a bit,' I grunted.

'Save it for the bedroom,' he whispered and folded his arms on his bare
belly. 'I'm concentrating on being a rabbit.'

We rolled up outside the Excelsior around six thirty which wasn't too bad
and I recalled from their brochure they did an evening meal around seven
thirty. It wasn't one of those marble and crystal chandelier places, it was
far more modern with lots of lights and very casual, no uniformed flunkeys
to be seen other than a pair of casually dressed bellhops in hotel
jackets. I had booked a double room in anticipation and just handed Josip's
identity card in with mine, this, believe it or not didn't even raise an
eyebrow even after I explained him as a nephew one of the oldest and
corniest in the book.

The receptionist was a bit confused with my English surname and passport
and then my Russian identity card, but after I followed through with my
Moscow card identifying my business the guy was all over me. I suspected he
thought I was probably investigating his place for further use... but
enough of that. I took Josip upto our room which was on the first floor and
he carried one of my camera equipment cases so that with his backpack he
didn't look a complete stray.

'Nice room,' Josip looked around and had a wander around. He was right, it
was quite palatial and had two nice big beds not that I needed two. 'Nice
bathroom.'

'Shower?' I flopped into one of the armchairs exhausted I had been on the
road for the best part of twelve hours after all and bearing in mind the
motorways back in England I would probably have done the trip in less than
six hours.

'Shower and a big bath,' he grinned and tugged his t-shirt off which he'd
put on when we'd booked in. He was bloody delicious and Mikhail rather
faded in my mind. Josip stood there bare chested and flexed his biceps
giving me a big white teethed grin. His thick black hair flopped over his
face and he flung it back with a shake of his head.  'Can I have a shower?'

'Of course you can,' I stood up groggily. 'I'll join you then we can see
what their evening meal is like.'

'I thought you'd like to share,' he cackled and dug into his backpack. I
was going for my camera but thought better of it. I wanted a series of him
from dressed, half naked, naked and hopefully sexual but they would keep. I
hoped he'd stay for a bit and my search for the mysterious Mikhail might
become easier, Kozlovka was a damn sight bigger than I'd gathered from the
Gazeteer, it was a bloody industrial town not a biggish village as I'd
supposed. never mind I had an assistant now and the A-R. Fellowship League
was a good cover.

'Have you got some tidy gear for the meal, I don't thinks it anywhere near
formal but just...'

'Don't worry, I won't show you up,' he started to spread his gear out on
the bed and I was pleased to see that at least he had a respectable pair of
jeans for starters, perhaps he wasn't such a savage from the eastern
steppes after all. Shortly after that it was crunch time and I think we
were both a little nervous. I watched him and he watched me as we undressed
and finally we scampered into the bathroom like a pair of virgins - and
that's got to be worth a laugh. I was pretty sure Josip was far from being
a virgin but I was I was about to get to the bottom of that one very
shortly (that was a little pun there in case you missed it).

Much to my delight and my sex organ's pleasure he was nicer without his
boxers type underwear on, probably stocky to scramble for a description but
certainly not fat, well muscled for a boy or a youth, probably a tough kid
in a punchup but I was hoping we wouldn't be going in that direction. He
was smooth as his type are although I suspected he was cultivating a baby
moustache which is a thing with Russian kids but I'd get my electric razor
around that before the week was out. He had a tight black pubic bush which
I found out was soft not like his healthy head of hair which would be quite
bristly if he chopped it off but he affected it a bit on the long side. His
penis was long and heavy. Darker brown than his skin and as I've said heavy
when I got to hold it, it would harden to a respectable boy cock and it did
as we stood in the shower soaping each other and exploring.

At least he wasn't shy and he didn't play the first timer either, he just
melted into my arms and stroked and caressed me just as much as I did with
him.

'Do you go with many boys?'  What a question...

'Youths,' I corrected him.

'What's the difference?'

'Youths have bigger dicks,' I laughed.

'Thanks,' he answered dryly and rubbed up against me. I suspect I could
have blown him there and then he was certainly hard enough or I could even
had made love to him but dinner called and I like my games on a full
belly. 'Bet you're going to suggest an early night.'

'I was going to suggest a walk out and look around and then an early
night. Maybe an hour in the hotel bar just not to look standoffish.'

'Good idea,' he looked at me shyly for a moment and then grabbed my neck
bringing my face down to his. We kissed, well of course we did. His tongue
also snaked into my mouth and we we broke red faced and starved for air he
grinned. 'I like kissing,' he remarked brightly.

'So do I, I like a little more than kissing.'

'Bet you do,' he guffawed as he exited the bathroom with a large fluffy
towel around him. 'Later.'

That's for sure, I said to myself as I followed him. Poor Mikhail had
really been stuck on the back burner for the time being. I was going to use
Josip and he was going to use me until we got bored with each other. He'd
said that he had a week of his holiday left and a week sounded about right
and I suppose I could always get him to phone his parents to set their
minds at ease.

We got dressed and went down for our meal. Surprisingly the place was
almost full and then I realised not all were guests, it seemed courting
couples and even families frequented the place for the restaurant and
having said that the meal was very good. Not quite the bland Moscow fare,
we were in what could be called the hinterland and the food was vaguely
eastern, spicy and messy full of bits and pieces I wouldn't investigate too
much. Probably goat and chicken mix, it was also clear that the staff had
no compunction serving minors with alchohol although the few kids were not
all that young.

'How old are you?' I whispered to Josip.

'Sixteen... just,' he grinned. 'Nervous?'

'Not at all, I just don't want a drunken lover.'

He laughed again and I dropped the subject, too many Russian kids drank and
smoked like chimneys but I couldn't do a lot about that and thankfully
Josip didn't smoke although he seemed to like his beer, at least he
appeared drug free and that was a blessing.

'We need to visit this place tomorrow,' I pushed a picture across the
table.

'A pond?'

'A pond with that building in the background,' I pointed out what appeared
to be a factory the far side of the green tinted water . 'I'll show you the
other pictures later, I have them on my laptop.' What I had done was
cropped and chopped so I had pictures of the location, pictures of Mikhail
and also of the other boys... I was in Hercule Poirot mode.

'We'll have to ask around,' he looked at his fruit sundae as it was put in
front of him. 'I'm bloated.'

'I love smooth pot bellies,' I smiled.

'Cheeky.'

After the meal we had a wander down the road and into what seemed to be the
main town thoroughfare. Many stores and smaller shops, a far cry from what
I'd expected but there was a Tourist Office which I thought amazing in a
small town in the middle of a very unremarkable Oblast. Mind you, I hadn't
checked the map, we may even be in the so called Republic of Tatarstan,
there was a weird flag I kept seeing on display alongside the national
banner.

'Do you know this place?' I handed the picture over the counter at the
Tourist place.

'The woman looked at it and shook her head in a negative. 'Hold on,' she
turned and yelled down the shop which was also a tobacconist and news
shop. 'Yuri!' A moment later a little blond lad around eleven or possibly
twelve appeared from the back. 'Know this place, Yuri?'

He examined the picture, looked at myself and Josip and nodded only this
one was an affirmative. 'The old State Copper Mill Number 17... closed down
but they've got it operating privately now.'

'Far from here?'

'Twenty minutes walk,' he smiled politely. 'I could show you tomorrow,' he
offered. 'In the morning?'

'Around ten?'

'Fine,' he grinned and looked to the young lady I presumed to be his
mother. 'OK?'

She just shrugged and beamed back at him probably aware that he'd get at
least a meal or a few roubles out of the strangers.

'See you tomorrow, Yuri. Thank you, Ma'am,' That was it, first part of the
mission accomplished. We had another half an hour wandering about but it
was getting quite dark now and the street was clearing. No late nights for
the Tatars at least not around here, hardly surprising, it was probably
vampire or werewolf territory. We'd driven through a heavily forested area
coming into town which I wouldn't like to get lost in after sunset.. The
thought of a naked Josip rolling around on my bed was also a small
incentive for getting bedded down early to be quite honest. I was in the
mood and I hoped he was. I glanced at him as we strolled back to the hotel
and he smirked at me.

'Fancy a drink or two?'

'Got any money?'

'Enough to buy you and me a drink,' he countered.

'Same here, two's enough though. To be brutally frank I want to get you
naked and suck and fuck and do dirty things.'

'That was brutal frank' he agreed and laughed out loud. 'Sounds like fun.'

We had our drink in the hotel bar which was quite busy but we managed to
get a table in the corner without any comment. In fact, there were a
scattering of kids and I mean older kids in and out and no one paid them
any heed. I saw a couple of boys with older men but took the charitable
view that they were schoolies on holiday with relatives, none of my concern
anyway. I had what I wanted and the night was about to begin.

'I'm tired,' Josip stretched out and yawned after swallowing the last of
his second drink. 'I'm ready for bed.'

'Bold.'

'Ain't I?' He smirked.

The room was nice and warm in spite of the chill night air and I was
pleased to finally sit down and get my shoes off. It had been a bloody long
day but now it was time to relax and do whatever Josip and I wanted. It was
pretty clear what he had in mind, he too took his boots and socks off and
flopped on one of the beds laying on his back with a smile on his
face. 'I'm so tired I'm too knackered to undress.' Now, was that a come on
line or what?

'I'd better help then,' I got rid of my shirt and clambered onto his bed
kneeling over him straddling his waist and lowered my head kissing him
fully on the lips and he returned the affection wrapping his arms around me
until we lay chest to chest slowly pumping into each other and rolling
around on the bed. I felt his hand at my zip and then he grasped me through
my briefs and I felt him squeeze my rapidly hardening dick.

'Yummy,' he giggled as I attacked his jeans opening them up exposing his
tight boxers and the hard meat within. 'Let's get naked,' he croaked and we
went to it. Moments later we were as nature made us and we still ground
together both hard sexual organs rubbing against each other but I wanted
more. I wanted to go all the way and it seemed he was after pretty much the
same thing. 'You do me first.'

'What then?'

'I get to do you,' he laughed. 'Don't I?'

'You do,' I jumped from the bed with my erection swinging and turned the
lights off just leaving the small wall light on above the bed. He looked
absolutely gorgeous with his brown skin even darker in the dim light and
with his stiff meat jerking up on his belly with just the faintest smear of
shine on the bulging purple red glans.

'Come on,' he opened his legs but remained on his back. I had to have a
taste of him first although I was desperate to take him. I knelt between
his legs and took his fat juicy boy's cock deep into my throat and he
moaned and writhed about under my suction but then lifted his legs exposing
his tight little pucker. 'Put some spit on it or something,' he whispered
lazily and closed his eyes.

'I'll do better than that,' I ducked my head and pressed his thighs back so
that his knees were almost touching his chest.

'Oooooh, Sasha,' he warbled as I took my first lap acrosss his quivering
little ring. More lapping and then a suck, then the prodding with the point
of my tongue until I swore I felt his ring yield. 'Do it, Sash. Do it.' He
grabbed my head dragging me up the bed until my erection slipped against
his slippery ring and I pushed. He was tight and there was resistance but
he opened up and I felt his muscles clamp on me and his delicious internal
heat surround my dick as I started to move in and out. 'Yessss...' he
sighed with satisfaction as I moved sinking deeper and deeper into his
sweet body.

God, he was good. I don't know how many men or boys he'd had before and I
didn't want to, I knew he was mine for the night and that was enough for
me. It was a quick and pretty rough fuck but he seemed to live with it and
it was the first time after all, there would be time for a bit more romance
the next time. His legs clamped onto my back as I shagged and he gave
little huffs and puffs as I slammed into his sweet arse digging deep and
hard.

'Go on, go on,' he grabbed my neck and pulled me down for a gum numbing
kiss as I rooted and when I came or cum it was a cracker. I felt my hot
spunk spurt into his body in blast after blast and he just flopped with a
smile on his face, just like a cat that had snatched the
cream. 'Whoa... that was a good one,' he beamed up at me. 'Sex maniac. When
was the last time for you?'

'About two weeks ago,' I sighed laying on his sweat sheened body. I could
feel his stiffness sandwiched between our bellies. I just hoped he fucked
as well with that thick dick as he took it with his tight well muscled
arse. We rolled onto our sides and my softening penis slipped free in a
gush of cum as he hurriedly grabbed a towel cramming it between his cheeks.

'Get me those pictures sorted out,' he ordered as he slipped from the bed
and rushed for the bathroom. I didn't, I lay there bemused. I'd forgotten
all about Mikhail, I was in love with a teeny Asiatic Russian boy instead,
a Tatar no less, so much for faithfulness.

By the time he returned with beads of waters on his shoulders and damp hair
I had the laptop up and running. I sat on an upright chair and the laptop
was on a small table, he leant on my shoulders and I felt water from his
arms on my back and his warm breath on the side of my face. 'Here's a few
crops of the surrounds, some of his pals and the man himself.'

I clicked through the pictures of the pond and the jetty, then the boys who
were half local Tatars with a sprinkling of Russians and then Mikhail who
was all fair haired, crop headed Russki.

'Love his swimming costume,' Josip commented. 'Nice solid arse.'

'Perv.'

'Nice bit of dick, he likes flashing it as well.'

'The photographer might have been coaching him.' I protested.

'Rubbish,' Josip cackled. 'The boy's got it and he's proud of it, he's
virtually flashing... bet he went back to the photographer guy's room.'

'You think so?'

'I would as long as he wasn't old, fat and hairy.'

'I bet.'

'Mmmm...' he rubbed against me and I felt his lips at my ear and as I
turned a little on my cheek. 'Can you blow him up a bit.'

'I wish...'

'Clown,' he giggled as I expanded Mikhail showing his crotch covered by his
damp underwear and then his bottom as he dived in the water. 'Not a bad
looker.'

'He's fuckin' beautiful.'

'Tart,' Josip moved around a bit and I felt his stiff flesh press against
my side. 'Let's see that little blond kid again, now he's what you call
tasty.'

'Like young Yuri at the tourist place.'

'Now he would be worth a play with.'

I looked around sharply. Of course, I should have realised the way he
looked at the blond schoolkid and the kids down on the river, my Josip
liked the young ones, a budding pedo. 'Jailbait,' I sniffed disdainfully.

'Leave 'em happy,' Josip increased the pressure on my side and I felt a
smear, my casual pickup was after my body... wow!

'Wanna see more?' I dimmed the screen.

'Prefer the real thing,' he urged me to my feet and we left the laptop to
itself and shuffled to the bed hanging onto each other and then he moved
into action man mode. He was quite domineering which was nice, there's
nothing worse than a kid who wants a shag and doesn't know how to go about
it. Josip did. He might only have been fifteen or sixteen (and I wasn't too
sure of his correct age just yet) but he manhandled me onto the bed and
rolled me over with me doing a feeble protest as part and parcel of the act
and he was between my legs with his fat cock rubbing damply between my
cheeks. 'You like this?' He hissed acting the macho man. I remembered how
he acted when he was on the receiving end and kept my mouth shut but humped
my bum up into his groin.

He slipped down the bed and did the unexpected, I didn't think he'd do it
as it isn't everyone's cup of tea but I felt his breath and then his warm
lips on my bum and his slippery tongue in my crack.  'Pervert,' I chuckled
and opened my legs wider.

'You and me both, Sasha,' he sucked at my hole and forced spit in and then
started to move up the bed again. The next thing I felt was his plumlike
knob between my cheeks and the pressure. A steady pressure and I opened
upto his fat cock as it forced his way in and he was fucking. He was randy
and he was quick but I expected that just as I expected our second coupling
to be a bit more sedate and loving. 'Yeah, nice,' he groaned as he moved
his hips up and down opening me up and sinking deeper and deeper. He was
good I'll give him that and just hoped he didn't feel the need to rush off
home tomorrow, I could stand a few more nights of this and as I've already
said he was good bait remembering the numbers of his racial type in the
area. From what I'd seen already the ethnic Tatars outnumbered the pure
Russian stock, the brown skins and almond shaped eyes were commonplace and
a mere three hundred kilometres from Moscow.

'Yeah, yeah,' he grunted as he began to pound and I began to feel his thick
cock spear into me time after time and when he came his lips were attached
to the back of my neck like a suction cup. God, he was having fun and to be
honest I could live with it. I shoved up as I felt him start to pump and
his hot fluid filled my hole and the movement became easier as he fucked on
a coating of his own thick youth spunk. He kept going as well until he
flopped on me with his big dick firmly sheathed in my body and I felt it
begin to shrink.

'Whew,' I craned my head around to kiss him. 'Happy?'

'Yeah, great,' he laughed. 'You're a good fuck for an old man.'

'Thanks,' I slipped free and expelled him. 'I'll remember that the next
time.'

'Before breakfast,' he grinned brightly and lay on his back. I cuddled up
and held his cum stained limpness.

'Sounds good,' I leapt from the bed switched off the laptop and the
sidelight and snuggled up pulling the covers over us both.

I was awoken early by the clatter of something in the street and laying
there decided it was a delivery of maybe dairy product to the hotel, the
clanking put me in mind of milk churns and after slipping from the warm bed
and clearing the condensation from the window I found that I was
right. After looking back at the bed with the bedding down on my side
leaving Josip's brown back and part of his rounded bottom exposed to the
morning light I felt the urge and swiftly slipped back under the covers
snuggling into my partner's still sleeping form. Mmmm... I pressed against
him and he mumbled something and straightened out from the curled up ball
he had been. Even better, I glued to him head to toe and pushed in against
his soft bottom. This time I felt a very firm push back against me, the
Sleeping Beauty was awake or near to it. During the night I'd rescued my KY
from my bag for eventualities such as this and smeared some onto my rampant
stiffy having pulled back just a little. Happy with myself I moved back in
and my stiffness literally glided between his muscular cheeks and he gave a
little moan. One gentle push was all it took and I sighed with exquisite
satisfaction and I felt his flesh accept me and he gave a lounder moan.

'Whassup... where am I?' God, how corny can you get but I ignored his
sleepy mumblings and holding his hip pushed in harder feeling my rigid cock
slide in deeper and deeper, this time the push back onto my advance was
definitely stronger, my Josip was fully awake.

'Nice one, Jo,' I whispered and slipped in the final inch or so and clung
to him with my six inches completely buried in his sweet body.

'Randy bastard,' he groaned and pushed back even harder as I began to move
in and out of his silken skinned brown orbs and deep into his tight
passage.

I moved slowly to begin with relishing the warmth and tightness of his body
but under the bedding he pushed himself up into a crouch and I went with
him. We were doing the doggy and that's not a new dance craze it's a very
old fashioned sexual position and it serves male or female, same objective,
different holes. I held his hips and as I pushed into him he pushed back. I
couldn't make this kid out, I suppose he was just versatile, he seemed to
like receiving just as much as giving but enough of that, my overnight
juice was bubbling under and he sensed it was cuming.

'Go on, go on, Ivan.'

'Sasha.'

'Not what it says on your passport,' he laughed. 'I prefer Ivan anyway.'

'So do I,' I redoubled my efforts as I felt my heat rising and then it
happened. I drove into his hot body forcing him down onto the bed and then
felt the glorious and familiar spurting and jerking. He sighed his
satisfaction and clamped on my pumping organ and pushing up hard into my
belly. I was done, I lay on his back with my wilting penis shrinking in his
cum flooded hole and he giggle.

'Ivan the Terrible does it again... wanna suck me off,? He added with a
certain lack of charm.

'Wanna stay with me for a bit, maybe a week?'

'Only if you suck me,' he wriggled free and collapsed onto his back
grasping his hardness and waggling it at me. 'Come on, we'll be late for
breakfast.' Jesus, what is it with teenies and their bloody food.

I played with his scrotum which was quite tight and slowly ran the tip of
my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and then lapped across the
end, his pee slit was gaping and I tasted the yeastiness of his precum. He
wasn't wasting time though, he grabbed my head and held me steady as he
slid his fat dong right into the back of my throat and started to move his
hips up and down. Some kid, he had the full six the same as me but his cock
was fatter and I felt a little jealous but no matter it tasted just fine
and I closed my eyes and thought of Mikhail as he fucked my face.

As soon as he started grunting and thrusting harder I took charge and
flathanded his taut belly, I don't mind giving a boy a blow but at my pace
not that of a frantic and randy youth. He calmed down as I gave him my
special the slow and the sensual only taking it in and deepthroating after
he did a bit of begging. When he squirted he filled my mouth and I
swallowed rapidly in time for his second blast and after that it was a
matter of squeezing his creamy fluid from his softening penis. He'd done
well but sixteen year olds normally do. We lay there for another hour until
the clock moved around to around seven and then we showered and got
dressed. Breakfast, a quick look at the town and then pick up Yuri and the
search would begin. Tonight by hook or by crook I'd be taking pictures of
Josip for my collection so at least I'd have something to remember him by,
Mikhail was in the lap of the Gods.

The breakfast was what I'd call 'traditional English' I suppose, I have no
idea what my Russian pals called it; cereal, a mountainous fry up and tea,
nothing spectacular but I wasn't into food too much and Josip seemed the
same. After that we had a meander down the main street and looked in
various shops. I got Josip a pair of trainers which were a rip off of a
world famous brand probably made in China as we were 'normalising' things
with that last great bastion of communism. We (and that is The Russian
Federation) had even carried out joint military maneuvers with the PLA
which makes a change from pulling faces over a border somewhere. Anyway,
with Josip in a chatty mood and myself feeling adventurous we rolled up at
the Tourist Agency and little Yuri was sitting on the kerb with a small
backpack, it looked as if we had him for the day.

'What a doll,' Josip breathed.

'Down boy,' I laughed but it was a nice day and anything could happen
especially if I let Josip run things.



			     To be Continued.
			 (Parts 2 and 3 to follow)



For my more regular readers 'Mikhail' is the boy I used as 'Mark' in
Addlestone Boys and his original photographer did indeed put his name, age
and town onto the picture site I mentioned... and it was removed a week or
so later.

I have a zip file of 'Mikhail' available.  For convenience I've labelled
the file SUS2. This is totally 'pinup', non nudey and feature the boy
swimming and playing around in his underwear. For the age interested he
looks to be around fifteen but could be older. He's my ideal boy, certainly
not a child but then again not quite a man... I suppose he fits in with my
other 'boy heroes' Zander and Jake also in 'Addlestone Boys'.

So, if you wish to ask for the file you know EXACTLY what you'll get.

And finally, Koslovka can be spelt Kozlovka, so take your pick.


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