My Young Gymnast:
By:Erastes
Setting: Industrial city in southern Russia, in the mid-late 1990’sMy Afternoon with Kiril:
We rent
Kiril a mountain bike for the afternoon, and ride many miles together
under a
beautiful summer sky. We even take a swim at a river we pass along the
way, and
I'm glad that I bought Kiril the shorts that didn't have a pad inside,
since
these dry so quickly. We probably ride 20 miles before returning the
bikes,
then walk back to my apartment
Along
the walk home, I ask Kiril if he was
able to spend the night, so he calls home to tell Gavrel that he won't
be
coming in until morning. "OK, I'm your for the entire night", Kiril
informs me, smiling broadly. Entering my front door, Kiril kicks off
his shoes
and removes his shirt. I do likewise, then walk into the living room
and flop
down on the sofa. Kiril follows me, and standing in front of me, asks,
"You wanna strip me naked?", as he strokes his hard dick through the
black Lycra of his shorts.
"No need to rush, Kid, we have all night", I say to him, adding, "Besides, with those tight short on, I can pretty much see everything." Kiril chuckles at my comment, then climbs onto the sofa, straddling my seated figure with his knees. Leaning forward, we embrace, and our lips meet. We kiss, and as we do, Kiril wraps his arms around my back. I slide my hands down his back, onto his hips, and caress his buttocks through his smooth, sleek shorts. He presses his rigid penis up against my own.
Our
eyes closed, our lips locked in embrace, I feel Kiril's nose rub my
cheek as we
express our passion and lust for each other. "Vlad, I love you", he
says, speaking between kisses. I hold his warm, firm torso closer to
mine, and
we enjoy the closeness of our bodies as we continue snogging. Finally,
Kiril
leans back a bit, and says to me, "Aw, Vlad, you are the best. I wish
we
were together all the time.
"You
know, Kiril, we need to discuss a few things", I say to him, sliding my
hands onto his thighs. "You know I love you, but, since you're so
young,
we need to do things a bit different than we would if you were older."
Kiril looks at me with a slightly concerned look. "What do you mean, Vlad?", he asks. "I hope our age difference isn't going to be a problem. I mean, yeah, I know I'm young, but I do know that what we have is real, and not just some childish crush."
"No,
Kiril, I don't doubt your sincerity", I respond, "But, at your age,
you still have a lot of maturing to do, and the boy you are today is
not the
man you will become. I'm just afraid that if you make a commitment at
your age,
you'll miss out on some of the most important parts of growing up,
that's
all."
I move
my hands up either side of his bare chest, and continue, "What I
propose
is this: we can keep being lovers for as long as you desire, but I also
want
you to seek experiences, and even relationships with other boys. I just
ask
that, aside from your 'business', that you don't pursue relationships
with
other men. And, if when you are of age, and you still desire a
relationship
with me, only then will we consider making it permanent. Is that OK
with
you?"
Kiril
considers my request for a minute, then says "Well, I guess you have a
point, and I don't really see how our relationship will suffer....." He
pauses for a minute, then asks, "Does this mean that you could also see
other guys? If so, can I request that you NOT go out with anybody under
18? I
mean, that's only fair."
"Oh,
of course, Kiril. Outside of you and Gavrel, the only other boys I've
ever had
sex with was when I was a boy myself", I tell him. Kiril smiles, and
adds,
"I guess it's OK if I'm there with you, though."
Changing
the subject, I say, "Now, we also have to talk about public displays of
affection, and discretion. When we were swimming today, and you gave me
that
hug in the water, did you notice the attention we were getting? Did you
see
that man who was watching us?"
"Oh,
him?", Kiril queries, continuing, "He was checking me out well before
that. You know, these shorts really show my body off, and he certainly
enjoyed
looking at it. I wouldn't worry about him."
Hmm, I
hadn't noticed that", I reply, "Maybe buying these shorts wasn't very
discreet." I run my finger over the bulge from his still rigid dick,
which
makes him giggle a bit. I continue, "Also, when we were at the
restaurant
for lunch, and the waiter called you my son......there really was no
reason to
giggle. You LOOK young enough to be my son, even if we don't look
anything
alike. So, I you wish to, you can call me 'uncle', but please, don't
ever call
me 'dad' again."
This
makes Kiril smile with a devilish grin. "Yeah, I thought that was being
a
bit cruel", he says to me, "But I thought it was funny at the time. I
wonder what he would've thought if he knew that I've actually fucked
you
before?" He stops for a second, then continues: “Is that what all this
is
about? That guy thinking that I was your son? Is that worrying you?”
“Well,
I guess it came as a bit of a shock”, I respond, adding, “I guess it
made me
think that, if you are getting into something you’re not really ready
for,….well, I guess I’m concerned that we may put too much into
building a
relationship that doesn’t last, is all. I mean, I don’t know anybody
who’s
still with the lover they had at your age.”
Kiril
looks straight into my eyes. “Vlad”, he says, seriously, “I can see
your
concern, but I wouldn’t be with you right now unless I was absolutely
sure
about what I feel towards you. I also understand the risks in having a
relationship considering our age differences, and I would never do
anything to
put either of us at risk. And, if in a couple of years we decide that
it isn’t
working anymore, we can at least stay friends.”
Kiril
then starts to smile, and continues, “Don’t worry, Vlad, you’re way to
young to
actually be my father. And, anything we do together, I’m sure I’ll
never regret
having done it. In fact, I think I’ll remember the feeling of that big
dick of
yours inside me the first time we had sex. Sometimes, I wish that was
something
that we could share with the world. I bet we could make a lot of money
selling
videos of us together!” He smirks with a devilish grin after saying
this.
"Now,
Kiril, what we do with our penises when we are alone together is nobody
else's
business", I tell him, adding “I think that if we shared the special
bond
we have with each other, it somehow wouldn’t be so special.” I look
over at the
clock, then say to him "Well, maybe we should wash off before we go out
to
dinner?"
Kiril
climbs off, and stands in front of me. "Sure, lets shower! Can you help
me
get my shorts of, daddy, Pleeease?", he says, in a childish voice,
giggling. I put my hands on his hip,
and reply, "Well, OK, but only if you're a good little boy, otherwise
I'll
have to spank you."
I pull
his shorts off slowly, resting the waistband on his thin patch of blond
pubis
hairs, then pulls further until his hard penis finally springs free.
"Oh,
my, you really aren't such a little boy anymore, are you?", I say, as I
slide his foreskin back from his glans. "Let's not play our toys right
now. We can save it for later."
Kiril finishes removing his shorts, and I strip mine off as well. We walk into the bathroom, and shower quickly together, resisting our urge to play with each other's equipment. We dry off, and dress in street clothing, then go off to a local pizza restaurant for dinner.