My Young Gymnast
By: Erastes
Setting:
Industrial city in southern Russia, in the mid-late 1990’s
Disclaimer:
My stories are fiction. None of the people in my stories are actual
people, nor
are any of the situations based on reality.
Chapter 3
A Day at the
Beach:
Kiril and I have met
several times at the café since the day I examined him and had
sex, a
couple weeks previous. He has finally completed his year-end exams, and
now has some time available. I ask him if he would like to go to the
beach
with me on
Monday, and he
agrees.
“You know, there is a section just for people who
swim nude
at this beach”, I mention to him. “Nice”, he replies, “I’d like to go
swim at the
nude
section. I really like being naked outdoors.” “Will your aunt be OK
with you going along with
me?”, I ask
him.
“She doesn’t care, really”, he says, “I’m only living there because
Gavrel won’t
let her throw me out. I think she believes I’m a bad influence on him”.
He
smiles when he says this, but I can see it pains him to say so. I put
my hand on his. “Kiril, you are a very
smart,
beautiful boy, and I’d think that anybody would be glad to have you as
their
son.”
“Even if they knew I’m queer, and sell my body for
money?”,
he asks, staring me straight in the eye. I almost think he’s about to
cry.
Kiril wipes his eye with his free hand, then continues: “You know, I
have a
fully paid scholarship to school-I earned it by getting very high marks
on the
entrance exam. I sell myself mostly to help Gavrel pay his own way
through
school-he couldn’t get a scholarship with his test scores, and I make
more money fucking with men than he does”.
We talk a while about his life challenges. I’m
impressed by
his willingness to help his cousin and his maturity. For a boy who’s
not quite
13, he’s more mature than most adults I know. The fact that he is, at
least in my eyes, incredibly beautiful, just attracts me to him even
more.
“Well, Kiril, Monday will be a holiday that you’ve
earned,
and I’ll try to make it as nice as possible for you”, I tell him. We
make plans for him to come to my place on Monday morning.
The morning comes, and I get up at dawn. Kiril
comes by at
about 7, ringing the doorbell. I open the door, and there he is;
wearing a
T-shirt, polyester athletic shorts, a ball cap, and white sneakers
without
socks. His muscular legs are quite alluring. Over his shoulder is his
usual athletic
bag. “Come on in, Kiril”, I say.
He enters, drops his bag on the floor, and
embraces me. I
drop down to my knees, so that we can look eye-to-eye. “I’m glad you’re
here”,
I tell him. He kisses me on the lips very passionately.
I usher him into the kitchen, and ask if he would
like some
breakfast. “A cup of coffee and some cereal, if you have it”, he says.
I pour
him his coffee, and grab a bowl, some cereal, and some milk for him. He
consumes the food quickly, then asks “Is it going to be very sunny
today?” I
tell him that the weather report calls for sun all day long, and hot
temperatures.
“Good. You’ll need to put sunscreen on my body,
then”, he
says, as he slips his sneakers off his feet. “I have very light skin,
and I’ll
burn easily.” He quickly removes his shirt, then slips his shorts off
and
tosses them on the floor, leaving him completely unclothed. “I have
lotion in
my bag”, he says, as he sprints quickly to the entryway.
In a few seconds, he bounds back into the kitchen,
his
semi-erect penis bobbing up and down as he does so. In his hand is a
big bottle
of sunscreen. “Put it on thick, and all over me”, he commands. “Don’t
miss ANY
part of my body”, he adds, smiling broadly.
I get down on my knees, and squirt a good amount
of lotion
into my hand. For the next few minutes, I slather sunscreen onto every
part of
his body, taking my time on his nice muscular butt cheeks, then all
over his
firm chest and thighs. At last, the only parts of his body I haven’t
covered
are his penis and balls. By now, his penis is pointing upward at about
a 45°
angle, and his glans is straining at his tight foreskin, about half
uncovered.
I use a small squirt of lotion, and start massaging his small, round
testicles
between my fingers.
“Hmm, I feel a few hairs”, I tell Kiril, as I
fondle his
firm balls.
He responds, “Yeah, I’ve decided to stop cutting
them, and let
my pubes grow.”
I spread more lotion around the base of his penis,
and add
“Feels like you have a little fuzz here, too. You’re so blond that I
can’t even
see it against your skin.” Kiril closes his eyes, obviously enjoying
the
attention I’m paying to his dick. “Do you think you’ll be able to keep
from having a
boner at
the beach?”, I ask him, adding “If you cum now, maybe you won’t be so
quick to
get erect.”
I slide his foreskin up and down his shaft a few
times. He
moans slightly, and says “Keep going-I’m almost there.” I continue
sliding his
skin over and off his glans until he tenses up, and I feel his penis
harden
even more, as he pumps a few drops of milky semen out the tip.
“Wow, that was nice”, he says. “Now, can I do your
body?”,
he asks.
“Sorry, I’ve already done it”, I reply, “But we
can always
fool around when we get back.” He grabs a tissue and wipes the semen
off his
penis, then puts his clothing back on. I grab my bag of towels and a
small
cooler filled with lunch and drinks, and we head out to my car.
We go down the back stairs to where I keep my old blue Wartburg wagon.
Seeing it, Kiril asks me, "What the hell IS that thing?", obviously
never having seen such a car before. I tell him that it's an old East
German car, and was considered quite a vehicle when it was new. "So,
how did you end up with an East German car here?, he asks.
"Well, it's a long story", I tell him, as we enter
the car, "but while I was interning near St. Petersburg, the Soviet
Union collapsed, and we were free to travel, so I went back to see what
Germany was like." I told him about how I had traveled there as a Red
Pioneer as a kid, with a group of students who had learned German in
school. I told him about the trip, and how I had some money saved up,
and decided to buy an old communist era car there, where people were
selling them cheap. What I didn't tell him was the fact that I had
"earned" the car for a week long stay I had with an old gentleman, back
when I, myself, earned money by prostituting.
I turn the starter on, and the old 2-stroke engine
clatters to life in a cloud of oil smoke. "What a piece of crap!",
Kiril exclaims, as I back out through the cloud, him pinching his
nostrils closed. "Hey, it's a roomy, comfortable, reliable piece of
crap!", I inform him, adding, "It's also completely paid for!" Kiril
turns around to look at the space in the back. "Yeah, I suppose it is
kinda big. You could carry a lot of stuff back there", he says, adding,
"Maybe someday we could fuck back there!"
It’s hot outside, and my car has no air
conditioning. The
ride to the beach is nearly an hour, so Kiril removes his shirt. As we
hum smoothly along the highway, Kiril actually apologizes about what he
said about my car earlier.
Finally, we
come to the turn off, and we bounce down the dirt road towards the
beach. “The
first part of the beach is for people with swimwear, and the nude beach
is
further down the road”, I tell him as we near the shore. I turn to the
right,
and continue down the road that parallels the beach. We pass a sign
that shows
the limit of the nude bathing area. As we pass a few cars parked
together, we
see a nude family gathering gear from a car. “This is a family area,
and
further down is a gay area. I thought maybe we should set up somewhere
in
between.”
I finally find a place to park the car, right at
the edge of
the sand. Kiril removes his sneakers, and says “Let me leave my clothes
in the
car”, as he slides his shorts off. Finally nude except for his cap, he
opens
the car door and exits the car. "Don't you want to keep your shoes
on?", I ask him. He turns to face me, his naked body nearly shining in
the sunlight, and says "Oh, no-I want to feel the sand between my
toes, the wind in my hair, and the sun on my body!"
I grab the bag and cooler that we brought,
and Kiril
grabs his own bag. We walk towards the beach, Kiril a few feet ahead of
me, leaving me to admire his firm buttocks as he walks ahead of me. We
find a place and lay our towels down on the sand. I remove my shorts
and shirt,
then run into the surf, Kiril chasing me.
We spend almost an hour playing in the surf, a
couple of
times fondling each other under the water, and remaining submerged
until our
erections subside. He even tackles me on the shore, and we wrestle in
the wet sand. Finally, we head back on the beach to eat lunch under
the
hot, bright sun. Kiril sits cross-legged in front of me, eating his
sandwich
and drinking a soft drink. I finish my sandwich first, then Kiril asks
“Would
you like a little sausage for dessert?”, as he strokes his stiffening
penis, revealing covertly his glans.
“Now, you wouldn’t embarrass me by showing that
thing in
public, would you?”, I ask him. He giggles, then resumes eating his
sandwich.
Once he finishes his lunch, he stands up and stretches, his hands
behind his head, elbows out, back arched, legs apart. Looking at my
incredible specimen of naked boyhood, I say to him, "Damn, Kiril, you
are so beautiful!" He smiles.
“I usually practice my gymnastics about now”, he
tells me.
“Maybe I should do a short workout here?” He turns towards the surf,
starts
running, does 3 handsprings in a row, landing on his feet. He then
turns around,
running towards me, and does the same, but this time landing with his
legs
spread, just a few feet away from me.
“How would you like to play a little Frisbee?”, I
ask him,
as I rummage through my bag for the disc. Kiril puts his cap back on,
and then
stands up. I pull the disc from my bag, and tell Kiril to go out a
distance. I
throw the disc a bit high, so that Kiril has to jump to catch it. He
throws it
back to me, with almost perfect aim. As we continue with the game, my
aim is
almost always worse than his, causing him to run and jump a lot more
than I do.
One shot goes out into the water, and Kiril goes
out to get it, wetting his entire body. He returns the disc, and then
my next shot goes far onto the sand, requiring him to dive for it,
landing in the sand and rolling. Standing up, his body is covered with
sand, from neck to toes. He returns the shot, I catch the disc
and
then motion Kiril
to come
over. I sit down, with Kiril sitting in front of me, his naked body
still covered with sand. “Man, your aim sucks”, he exclaims. “Can’t you
shoot any
better?”
“Well, I could, but then, I wouldn’t get to see
your hot
little body bouncing all over, would I?”
“You pervert!”, he chuckles. “You did that just to
see my
dick bouncing up and down?”
“Not just your dick, Kiril. I also like watching
your
thighs, your butt, and your hair bouncing, as well.”
“You want to play some more? I’ll make sure to
bounce and
run a lot for you”, he says, smiling.
“Nah, I think I’ll just rest here a bit. You wear
me out,
kid.”
“Well, I’ll just cool off a bit in the surf”, he
replies,
standing up, adding "Besides, I have to wash the sand out from under my
foreskin."
I lie down on the towel, and watch my hot little
friend splash around in the surf, wearing only his ball cap. After a
few
minutes, a
nude dark-haired boy of about 14 or 15 walks by, kicking a soccer ball.
He
talks with Kiril; they walk together onto the beach, and then start
kicking his
soccer ball around. The boy is taller than Kiril, about a year further
into
puberty, and is also quite lean and muscular, though not as well
defined as
Kiril is. Although about a foot taller than Kiril, it seems that Kiril
has the larger penis.
The 2 boys play for probably ½ hour,
allowing me a good chance to admire their firm bodies and their
bouncing genitalia. He talks to Kiril
again, shakes his hand, and walks back towards the ‘family’ area with
his ball.
Kiril comes over to where I’m laying, and lays down on his back, next
to me.
“He was pretty hot”, I say to Kiril.
“Yeah, he was”, he replies, adding, “I think he
was interested
in me, or at least my body.”
“I’m sure he was. He must’ve walked ½ km
down here just to
get a better look at that hot dick of yours.”
“Well, you know, he was too young for me. Besides,
I’m
really more interested in you, Vlad. I….oh, gee, this sounds dorky, but
.....I think I’m in love you.”
We lay there silent for a minute. I break the
silence by
saying, “You know, I never thought I’d be in love with a boy as young
as you,
but I think I am. I’m just hoping that your feeling is as deep as mine
is. You
know, love for you is a newer thing for you than it is for me. I don’t
want you
to commit to something that you might not be ready for, Kiril.”
Kiril rolls over on his side, facing me. “Vlad,
I’ve had a
crush before, and thought it was love at the time. But, what we have
here is
different, I think. I know that, because of my age, we can’t really be
lovers
publicly, but I hope that once I’m older, we can.”
I roll over to face Kiril. “You know, if you were
older, I’d
probably kiss you right now. Unfortunately, kissing a naked 12-year-old
boy on
a beach just might get me arrested. If you love me, I hope you’ll
understand
why we need to keep a certain distance between each other in public,
and to not
be too obvious about our affection.”
I pause for a minute, then continue: “And, just to
make sure
that you don’t miss out on the chance to explore sex with other boys,
you
should probably explore that as well.”
“Vlad, I let men fuck me for money”, he says,
sounding very
serious. “I think I’m well past experimentation. At this point, I'm
striving for perfection.”
“Kiril, sex for money is different. It’s just sex,
not love.
Hell, it’s not even mutual-you just do what the guy with the money
tells you to
do. I know, because I used to do it too.” Kiril has a look of surprise
when I tell him this.
A moment of silence ensues, then Kiril speaks: “I
guess you have a point, Vlad. Outside of my
clients, I’ve
only had mutual sex with you, Sergei, and my cousin Gavrel. And even
then,
Sergei told me that he was only fucking me to make sure I was ready for
a
customer. Sex with Gavrel was nice, but he’s almost like a brother to
me, so
it’s not really the same.”
“Hey, kid, I’ll be your lover as long as you want
me, but I
won’t make it formal until you’re older, and I’m sure you’re ready for
it.
Also, I promise to never get you into anything sexual that isn’t your
idea,
first. I don’t want to corrupt you, you know.”
Kiril smiles at me. “You know, some people might
think that
putting you dick up my ass would qualify as ‘corrupting’ me. I’m glad
it was my
idea.” He pauses for a moment, then asks “If I hadn’t requested it,
would you
still have had sex with me?”
“Absolutely not”, I tell him. “I’ve examined
dozens of
boys, and I’ve found a few quite attractive, but aside from you,
only 1 other boy has asked me for sex, and I turned him down.”
“Really? Why?”, he asks me.
“Well, he was only about 11, and was very
hesitant. Also,
having just seen his anus up-close, I could see he was still a virgin
there. I
think somebody told him this was a way to get make money, but I knew he
wasn’t
ready to be
fucked. I gave him some advice, though, and told him that he should be
more
careful.”
After talking for about ½ hour, we both lay
down to tan for
a while. We lay in the sun for at least another hour, each changing
position
several times. Finally, I say to Kiril “You look like you’re getting
pretty
brown there. Maybe we should head back before your fair skin burns.”
Kiril rolls onto his back, and replies, “Yeah, I
guess we
should. I have a nice tan now.”
He stands up, picks up his towel, and shakes it
out. I do
the same with mine, and then stuff them into my bag. I slip my shorts
and
sneakers on. Kiril grabs his bag, and then starts walking towards the
car. I
follow along behind him. Kiril opens the door, tosses the bag onto the
rear, then sits himself down on the passenger seat. I put my bag into
the back,
and sit in the driver’s seat.
Kiril, sitting next to me, retracts the foreskin
on his
dick, and says “Look at how much sun tan I got!” I look at his penis,
which is
very light on the underside of his foreskin, but golden brown on the
lower
part, giving his penis a very definite two-tone appearance. He slides
his
foreskin back down, then puts on his seatbelt.
“Are you going to ride home nude?”, I ask him.
“Well, I was thinking about riding at least part
of the way
naked-I could just put my shirt over my penis If I need to.”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. If we get
pulled over
by the police, it would be very difficult to explain why I have a naked
boy in
the car with me, so at least put your shorts on.”
Kiril unbuckles the belt, reaches to the floor,
grabs his
shorts, and slides them on. Then he buckles back up again, slides the
near leg
of his shorts up, then pulls his penis out. “At least let my dickie
feel
the
breeze on the ride back”, he says with a smirk.
I sigh. “You’re impossible”, I say to him. “One
minute,
you’re so mature and serious, the next minute, you’re just a horny 12
year
old.” Kiril slides his shorts leg back down, and turns
to me.
“Can’t I be both?”, he asks.
We drive back to my apartment, and carry all our
stuff
inside. Kiril is wearing only shorts and sneakers, so within 10 seconds
of me
closing the door, he’s completely naked once again, but now with a nice
golden-brown tan all over his firm little body. “I think we both need a
bath”,
I tell him, as I remove my own clothing.
I escort him into my bathroom, plug the drain in
the
tub, and
start filling it. While we’re waiting for the tub to fill,
Kiril
goes over to the toilet and lifts the lid. He slides the foreskin back
on his
now two-tone penis, and urinates into the bowl. “My dick looks like one
of
those 2 flavor Popsicles now, doesn’t it?”, he asks me, as he squeezes
the last
drops of urine from it.
I retract my own foreskin, but since my natural
skin color
is darker, it’s not as obvious. “Hey, at least it makes it easy to tell
if you
have an erection, now!”, I reply.
Kiril slides his foreskin back down, but since
he’s already partly erect, a band of un-tanned skin foreskin shows at
the end. “Hmm, I
guess you’re
right”, he says.
Finally, the tub is full, and I get in. Kiril
joins me, and
we wash each other’s bodies quite completely, getting all the sand and
sunscreen off our skin. Kiril develops quite an erection, so I suggest
that we
dry off and go into the bedroom. We dry off quickly, and then Kiril
follows me
to my boudoir. I lay down on the bed, and Kiril bounds onto the
mattress to
join me.
“Would you like me to give you a massage? I owe
you one for
that nice massage you gave me last time", he asks me. I tell him that I
would
very much enjoy that, and roll over onto my front.
For a small boy, he is a remarkable masseur,
knowing just
where all the muscle groups are, and just how to massage them without
over-doing it. He also knows just where to massage me for maximum
erotic
effect, especially on my buttocks and crotch (which he massages at
least
partly
with his rigid penis). Finally, he asks me to roll over.
As soon as I do, he straddles my chest with his
legs, and
rubs his penis across my chest hairs. Massaging my shoulders as he
speaks, he
asks me “Would you like ME to fuck YOU today? I really would like to.”
He looks
down at his long, thin penis. “The only guy I’ve ever fucked was
Gavrel, and he
said I was quite good.”
I put my hands on his firm thighs, and say “Oh,
yes-I’d
really like that. I……I wanted to ask you if you’d be interested, but….,
well,
you’re so young, I thought it would be best for you to do these things
only
when you were ready.”
“Oh, I’m ready, Vlad! I wanted to fuck you there
on the
beach today, but that would’ve been too risky.” He
slides back, until he’s sitting with his penis on top of mine.
He wraps his hands around both of our penises. “Would you like to cum
together,
or would you like to fuck me after?”
I brush my finger over his glans. “I’d like to
come to
orgasm with your penis inside me, if you’d like to. If you time it
right, we
might climax together. By the way, I bought some thinner condoms that
probably
are just about right for you.”
I reach over to the night table, and grab a tube
of lube and
a packet of condoms. Opening the foil on one, I place it over the tip
of
Kiril’s penis, and roll it down. It’s a snug fit on his thin member.
“Gee, usually regular condoms are quite loose on
me”, he
says. “When I fucked Gavrel, I wasn’t yet able to cum, so we did it
without a
condom, but I won’t do that now.” He runs his fingers down the latex,
and adds,
“I can really feels a lot through this, too.”
I hand Kiril the lube, and say to him, “Let me
roll over.”
He dismounts my body, and I roll onto my face. I open another drawer
and pull
out a couple small towels. “OK, lube yourself up, then you can start.
Once I’m
loose, I’ll flip over.”
Kiril straddles my butt, and I can feel him press
his hard
penis against my sphincter. I relax a bit, and he suddenly slides
himself in
quite far. “Oops, I didn’t mean to go in so fast”, he says to me.
“That’s OK, you just need a bit of practice. I’ve
had much
bigger dicks inside me before, so don’t worry about it.”
He slowly pushes further and further inside me,
until I can
feel his thin pole pushing against my prostate. Feeling his groin
pushing
against my
buttocks, I can tell he is inside me all the way. Then, he slowly
starts
pulling out. He continues until he is nearly completely out, then in
one fluid
motion, slides all the way back in again. He continues his slow rhythm
for a
few more strokes, until I say to him, “OK, let me turn over.”
He slides out, I roll onto my back and pull my
knees up to
my chest. Kiril aims his glistening, latex covered pole at my hole, and
then
slowly enters me again. Once he slides his nearly hairless erection
completely
inside, I wrap my legs behind his back, with my heels pressing against
his butt
cheeks. He starts sliding my foreskin up and down, as he resumes the
slow
pumping with his penis.
After a couple of minutes, he closes his eyes and
slows the
rate of his fucking, but speeds up the rate of his attention to my
penis. I can
tell that he is close to orgasm, and watching him bite his lower lip
brings
me
closer to climax, as well. Finally, he makes a little grunt, and I can
feel his
penis twitch inside me, as he reaches orgasm. This drives me over the
brink,
and I shoot my first volley. As I do so, Kiril suddenly embraces me,
wrapping
his arms around my chest, and resting his head against my shoulders. I
wrap my
arms around him as well.
“Unh, unh, unh!” he grunts, as his thin penis
throbs deep
inside my bowels, and as I shot volley after volley into the space
between out
entwined bodies. Finally, our loads both spent, he sighs, and I feel
his whole
body relax. We remain entwined together, his penis still inside me, for
what
seems like 5 minutes.
“Oh, Vlad, that was awesome” he says, softly, as
he slips
his deflated dick out from inside me. He separates out bodies, my
sticky semen
resisting our de-coupling. Finally
free, Kiril pulls the condom off his still partly hard penis, and
discards it
into the trash. He then moves forward, presses our still sticky chests
together, and kisses me on the lips. “I never knew being the top could
be so
good”, he whispers in my ear, adding, “I like the way you tightened up
for me
at the end.”
“Thanks, Kiril”, I tell him. “That was damn good
for a boy
who’s younger than the car I drive! I never thought that a boy of 12
would be long enough to hit my prostate.”
Kiril smiles, and replies “Hey, you’re pretty damn
good,
considering you’re as old as my aunt! Besides, I'm nearly 13!”
I give him a swat on his butt, and say to him,
“Oh, you’re a
naughty, dirty boy!”, to which he giggles. We separate our bodies once
again,
this
time my semen is stickier than before, and a few of my chest hairs get
pulled.
“I think we need to get back in the tub, kid!”
We get up, and Kiril runs ahead of me, splashing
into the
water before me. I enter the warm water, and Kiril cuddles up next to
me. I
embrace him, and he says “Yeah, I’m certain now-I really do love you,
Vlad.” He turns around, and we start kissing again. For
the next
few minutes, we wash each other’s bodies clean, pausing to kiss
occasionally.
Finally clean, we get out of the tub, and let it drain while drying
each other
off.
Kiril looks over at the clock, and says “Well, I
told my
aunt I’d be home by 18:00, so I’d better get going home.” He plods over
to the
entryway, and grabs his bag, shorts, and sneakers, then meets me in the
kitchen. “I wish I could stay longer, Vlad", he says, as he puts his
shirt on
over his tanned, nude body.
He dresses quickly, and then he gives me a kiss.
We embrace,
he feels my buttocks as we do so, and I slide my hand inside his shorts
and
stroke his balls. “You are so beautiful, Kiril”, I whisper into his
ear. We
agree to meet again at the café, he grabs his bag, opens the
door,
blows me a kiss,
then closes the door behind himself.
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