Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2007 08:07:54 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 11 Moscow Around the World 11 Moscow Copyright2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- Marie knew the day was going to be tiring, but Juan and Pepito were too restless to relax. They were sitting in the Athens airport, having taken Olympic flight 7 back from Naxos. It was only 2:20 in the afternoon and they had more than four hours to kill, before Olympic 319 would take them to Istanbul. "Where's Istanbul?" "In Turkey." "In a durkey?" Pepito giggled. "Don't worry. We're only going to be there 5-6 hours. Then we're on our way to Moscow." "Why don't we go right to Mosgow from here?" "I wish we could, but the planes don't fly that way." "Moscow is in Russia, right?" "That's right, Juan." "Did Julius Caesar gon-ger Russia?" "No, Pepito." "Doo bad." Juan's turn again: "Do they drive on the right side?" "You bet." "What's the age of consent there?" "16. Damn it, Maria, why do you always smile when Juan asks me that?" "It's a little something I know. You don't have all the answers. I'll tell you when the time is right. I promise." "Tell you what, why don't you boys come with me? Maybe was can find a video arcade or something." "Yippee." "Maria, we'll be back in a while." It was a little after 8 PM when they landed in Istanbul. By the time they grabbed a bite to eat, the boys were tired and did indeed fall asleep in the airport. When Aeroflot 206 bound for Moscow boarded it was nearly 2 AM. Maria carried Pepito and Malcolm carried Juan, both boys fast asleep. Once the plane was in the air a few minutes, the two adults were also asleep. At about a quarter to six, December 16, they woke to find the plane was taxiing. Snowflakes were starting to fall. They were in Moscow where they would stay through Christmas. .oOo. The man at the car rental desk spoke English and gave clear directions to the Ararat Hyatt. Malcolm had read the guide books and thought this hotel was in a good location. When he checked in and requested a suite, he was given the Winter Garden suite. Was he amazed when he opened the door. It was huge! Juan was impressed also, "Wow, this place is great, Malcolm!" Maria couldn't get over her accommodations. "Look at my bedroom, Señor. It's grande. A king size bed just for me. A walk-in closet so I can hang up all my clothes and not look all wrinkled. And the bathroom, Señor, it's all marble and so big." "I bet we're gonna sleep here in the living room," Pepito correctly surmised, as he started taking off all his clothes. "So Mama we gotta walk into your room to go peepee." "No, Pepito," said Juan who was opening every door. "Look, we got our own bathroom right here! Wow. And shit, look, a big flat TV on the wall!" He started fiddling with the remote, scanning all the Russian language stations. "Juan, here's something even better to look at." Maria was standing by the window. Red Square, all lit up, was only two blocks away. Before Maria went to bed, she handed out the complimentary robes the hotel provided, big fluffy white robes all in an adult size. The males put them on but of course didn't close them. Instead, two naked boys, two naked bears, and one naked Malcolm sat for a long while on the couch looking out the window, peacefully wanking. With the snow falling, it looked like a magical fantasy land. Malcolm kissed the boys. "Tseluyu." The boys kissed their bears. All was right with the world. .oOo. When he opened his eyes the next morning, Malcolm found two boys sucking on his cock and balls. "You guys sure know how to make a man happy." He closed his eyes again and bathed in the pleasure. "Do you think Mama is awake yet?" The boys shook their heads. "Well, then there's no reason for us to rush either." After a while, the dual fellation had accomplished its task and the lads were taking turns drinking at the fountain. Malcolm relaxed and hugged his darling cocksuckers just before Maria opened her bedroom door, and walked out fully dressed. "Hi, Mama." Both boys had cum dribbling down their precious chins. "Buenos días, boys. I see you've made yourself at home." "Don't I get a 'buenos días,' Maria?" "Oh, Señor Malcolm, you know you are one of my boys! Come, out of bed, put your robes on, look out the window. Isn't the snow lovely?" "You're right, Maria, we should get up and start seeing this city." Malcolm was having second thoughts about driving however. The small bathroom, which they dubbed the Mens Room, had no bath so the three boys took turns using the Ladies Room in Maria's bedroom. After his turn, Juan sat down to write his blog since the room had internet access. "Malgum, Malgum, come here." Thinking Pepito had a problem, Malcolm rushed into the bathroom. "Feel the floor, Malgum." As he stood there in his bare feet, Malcolm discovered the floor was heated. "Now, that's luxury, Pepito." "Malgum, you want to dake your baff wiff me?" "Well, that would save some time, little man." But of course, efficiency wasn't really what made him agree. In a few minutes, he was lying in the tub, little Pepito on his lap, soaking in Blaise Mautin bubble bath. We won't know who was enjoying the intimacy more. They ate breakfast at the Cafe Ararat. A wide array of cereals, fruit, juices, cheeses, and yogurts. "Is dere rats in this hodel?" "Pepito! Why would you say that?" "Cause its galled a rat hodel." Everybody laughed. Malcolm explained the hotel was named for a mountain in Turkey. Then Maria explained how Noah's Ark landed on Mt. Ararat. "Did you learn that story from the nuns, Mama?" "Si, Juan. I learned lots of things from the nuns. But mostly I learned that God loves me. And God loves you too, Juan. And God loves Pepito." "Does God love Malcolm, Mama." "Si, si, Malcolm is a good man. God has a special place in his heart for Señor Malcolm." Malcolm smiled, "Well, that's a relief!" .oOo. There was a shop right by the hotel where the family outfitted themselves with coats, Russian fur hats, boots, and gloves to properly face a Moscow winter. Then they walked over to Red Square. "Loogit dose funny roofs, Mama." "That's St. Basil's Cathedral, Pepito." "It's a church? Wow. It doan loog lige a church." Malcolm, always concerned for the boys' education, had done some reading up. "It was built almost 500 years ago by Ivan the Terrible." Juan frowned, "Why was he terrible?" "He was the Tsar. That was what they used to call their kings. Tsar is the Russian word for Caesar. And guess how old he was when he became Tsar. Three. So, when he was your age, he was ruling Russia. But he wasn't very happy. He even threw cats and dogs out of his window." "That IS terrible." "Then when he built St. Basil's here, he loved the look of it so much, that he didn't want the architects to ever build anything else as beautiful, so he blinded them. "Shit, he was really bad." "Yeah, he killed a lot of other people too. Even his own son." Maria tried to change the direction of the conversation. "But his cathedral really is beautiful." The family took a tour of the Kremlin, and saw Lenin's Tomb. "Malgum, can we buy some gum?" "Gum? What made you ask that, Pepito?" "Look, there's a gum store." Pepito was right. GUM was written in huge letters on the building next to Red Square. "Pepito, they might have gum there, but they have a whole lot of other things too. GUM is the largest store in Moscow." For several hours, the family walked under the glass roof and checked out all the different stores. Each one was thinking of Christmas just a few days away. .oOo. Juan's blog December 20 - Dobry den'! Zdravstvujte! Kak vashi dela? (That means "How are you?") U menya vsyo khorosho. (That means "I am fine.") We're still in Moscow. Rozhdestvom (Christmas) is coming. We bought a plastic tree at the GUM store and we made decorations out of colored paper, so our hotel room is like being back home, well almost. There is sure a lot of snow here. Malcolm isn't driving. Instead we take the Metro to go everywhere. That's this train that goes underground. It's real easy to find out how to go; we just follow the right color. And the signs are in English. And the stations are real pretty. Real fancy and clean and not smelly. And guess what, by every station there's a McDonald's. That's where we went to the bathroom. Poka vsyo. Do svidaniya! Juan .oOo. One day they walked along the Moscow River and visited the Novodevichy Convent and Cemetery. Malcolm pointed out the graves of famous people and used the opportunity to give the boys a history lesson. He told them about Khrushchev, and Gromyko, and Stalin (whose wife was buried there). They learned about Chekhov and Tolstoy. They saw the tombs of several cosmonauts and Nobel prize winners. When they came to the tomb of Shostakovich, Malcolm began tra-la-ling the fast happy melody from Festive Overture Opus 96, and everyone laughed. He also told them about Samuil Marshak. "Marshak was a writer, but he started to work with Jewish refugees, especially the children. He set up a children's theater and wrote lots of plays for the kids. Then he started writing poems for them. He really liked kids." "Just like you!" "Yep, just like me. How could I not love two little devils like you guys." Then he started chasing them through the snow-covered cemetery. .oOo. "Maria, remember that magazine Bruce showed us in Dresden?" "With the beautiful photographs? Si." "Yes. Yung Und Frei. Well, one of the photographers was Alexander Krivon. His studio is here in Moscow." "Si, I remember his pictures. They were bello, hermoso. Could we go to his studio? Maybe we can buy some of his fotografías." "Well, we can at least look." All along the studio walls were beautiful photos of beautiful children in beautiful poses. Even the boys could see this was true art. In the display cases were note cards, posters and calendars from which young innocent eyes peered out. Maria wanted to buy them all, but unfortunately, Malcolm didn't see any that he could safely bring through customs back into the States. Then he noticed a man was standing beside them. "Hello, Comrade." Malcolm bristled, remembering Toffe who kept using the word, Kamrat. Uh oh, another pervert. "You have two handsome boys here. Let me guess, American? Latin American?" "Si, my husband, God bless his soul, and I are from Mexico. But Malcolm here is from the United States. And the boys were born in America." "Ah, their complexion is so beautiful. What previous modeling have they done?" "Excuse me, Señor. My boys are not models, hehe." "Oh, forgive me. Parents are always bringing their children to me to pose for my photographs. I just assumed." "You are Señor Krivon?" "Ja. I am." "Oh, Señor, your photographs are so beautiful. So many lovely children." Malcolm was breathing easier now. "Listen, would you mind if I just took a few snaps of your boys to see? Most of my subjects are Europeans. I'd love to see how the camera likes your lovely children." They followed Krivon into his studio. "Now, boys, just relax. Talk to each other. I'm just going to go around snapping pictures. Don't mind me. . . . Vy ochen' krasivy. Oh, yes. That's it. Perfect. Very nice. Do me a favor, Juan is it? Yes, just unbutton your shirt. Oh, lovely. OK, boys, you see that box of toys there. Why don't you guys play a while. I'd like a word with your mother." Krivon slipped the digital camera into a machine that projected the pictures on to a screen. Juan and Pepito were more interested in his high tech equipment than in the toys, so they joined Malcolm and their mother. "Maria, as you can see, your children are very photogenic. Pozhalujsta, I'd like to offer you a contract." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't pay for fancy pictures." "No, no, you don't understand. I want to pay your sons to model for a photo shoot. They have just the kind of personalities my customers love to see in young boys. I'm willing to offer you 25,000 rubles. Juan began calculating in his head. "Shit, that's like a thousand dollars." "Oh, Señor, you will publish pictures of my Juan and Pepito? You mean like in that magazine? "Actually, I was thinking more of a calendar. I'm sure a year's worth of these gorgeous boys would sell well. Not for next year of course, it's almost Novym Godom, New Year. But the year after." "Come on, Mama, let's do it, please?" "You would have to save the money in the bank for your college." "Please?" Malcolm finally spoke up. "Maria, let me speak to the boys alone. Come here, Juan, Pepito. Listen. You know you're going to be naked in these pictures, just like all the ones we saw on the wall." The boys nodded. "And when some people see your pictures, like your mother, they'll see something beautiful, something artistic." More nods. "But there are other people, some men, who will buy these pictures and look at them so they can jerk off." "You mean like when you get BelAmi movies to jerk off, Malcolm?" "Yes, and some men will be like that Toffe. They will only see you as something sexual. They will fantasize about fucking you." "Is Señor Krivon like that?" "No, I know he isn't. But some of his customers probably are." "Will we ever meet those bad men?" "No, never. I just want you to be aware of them before you say yes. And don't do it just because it's a lot of money. Never agree to do anything you don't want to do just for money, boys." Juan thought about watching his hero Karel back in Brussels. Of course, this time it isn't a movie, but still it was lights and cameras and nakedness. "But if we want to do it, it's OK with you?" "Yes." "Yippee. It's going to be fun." They went running back to their mother. Krivon brought his secretary in and a contract was drawn up in English, so there would be no misunderstanding. Malcolm analyzed every word. Maria insisted on a clause stipulating that one pose show both boys from the chest up; a picture that she and Malcolm could legally take back home with them. The secretary showed Juan where to sign, and then Pepito who felt so grown up signing a big important document, and finally Maria as legal guardian. Malcolm handed over his credit card, so the funds could be wired directly into his account. Maria and Malcolm sat behind Krivon as he adjusted lights and began snapping. He told the boys which way to face, to smile, to talk about their bears. Gradually, the shirts came off, and he kept snapping. Then the pants. "Vy ochen' krasivy." The boys sat on chairs, lay on the floor, romped on a bed, and just stood, not the least embarrassed that a man was taking hundreds of pictures of their lovely naked bodies. Sometimes he handed them hats, toys and other props. The lights were warm, and they had not yet eaten lunch, and both boys began to get a little tired. Krivon told them to lie down on the bed, and soon he was snapping pictures of two napping Chicano babies. He quietly turned off the bright lights, and the adults walked out leaving the boys sleeping. "You took so many pictures, Señor Krivon." "About three hundred. But don't worry. I'll use the twelve best ones for the calendar, and you'll get a nice picture to take home, and all the rest will be destroyed. I am a professional. I will not pull anything underhanded. Let me tell you, I am very pleased. Your boys were wonderful. They should consider being models." That night, Pepito announced he was going to publish a bear calendar. He pretended to take pictures of Oso and Rascal, telling them to smile, to lay on the bed. "Oh, yes. Dat's it. Perfeg. Very nice. Do me a favor, Rasgal, dake off your pants. Si. Oh, lovely. You should gunsidder being a model." .oOo. The next day was Christmas Eve. They ate supper in the Conservatory lounge on the top floor of the hotel, where they could look out over Moscow, and count their blessings. Maria began reciting a poem she had once learned by Sara Teasdale: "I stood beside a hill smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out from the cold evening glow. There was no other creature that saw what I could see -- I stood and watched the evening star as long as it watched me." Then Juan surprised everyone by reciting Moore's "A Visit From St. Nicholas." He had looked it up on the internet and memorized it. Then Malcolm recited "Jest 'Fore Christmas," the poem his father recited every year he was growing up. Even he was surprised he could remember it. Then they went around the corner to a tiny Orthodox church for midnight mass. Juan was awestruck by all the robes, the icons, the bells. Malcolm noticed the congregation was made up mainly of old babushkas who kept turning around to smile at the two little boys who probably reminded them of their own grandchildren and great-grandchildren whose parents never think to bring them to church once they're baptized. Between the strange chanting and the overwhelming incense, little Pepito was soon asleep. After nearly an hour, Maria realized the mass was not ending any time soon. Back in Minnesota, her priest would already be at the door wishing his parishioners on their way home. Maria whispered to Malco! lm, who picked up sleeping Pepito and they quietly left to return to the hotel. Back in bed, Pepito had visions of sugar plums in his head and Malcolm's cock in his mouth. The next morning, out of hiding places came the gifts. Somehow, everyone had managed to secretly get presents. Malcolm gave the boys English translations of two books of children's poems by Marshak, and Maria a lovely necklace. Maria gave Malcolm a CD of Shostakovich's Festive Overture. She gave her children sets of Russian nesting dolls. Juan gave his mother a souvenir book of St. Basil's, and his brother a toy kaleidoscope he found at GUM. Even Pepito had found a book about teddy bears for Juan and a bottle of perfume for his mother. "I dought it smelled priddy." "Didn't you boys give Malcolm anything?" "Don't worry, Maria, when we woke up they gave me a wonderful present." "Yes, I heard you. You sounded like Santa's reindeer in rut." "What's rud, Malcolm?" "That's when the deer make babies." Pepito started singing, "Juan's gonna have a baby! Juan's gonna have a baby! Hehe. Oh, mose forgot, I got somefin else for you, Malgum." Pepito gave him a picture he drew. It showed a man, a lady, two little boys and two bears. The lady had a pretty red dress. The bears had fur. The man and the boys were clearly naked with pink penises. "It's beautiful, Pepito. I will always treasure it." "I made something too." Juan showed the Twister game he made out of colored paper. He knew Malcolm always played it on holidays back home. "Well, come on, then, boys. Let's play." Maria was laughing hysterically. If watching naked people play Twister is funny, watching them wrestle with big fluffy oversized bathrobes might be even funnier. Marie was about to get washed when there was a sudden knock on the door. Juan went running his bathrobe flying open. "Ot vsey dushi pozdravlyayu tebya s Rozhdestvom! In other words, Merry Christmas, comrades." It was room service delivering the huge breakfast Malcolm had ordered. "I thought it would be nicer to eat in this morning." "Oh," the hotel employee continued, "this arrived for you by courier this morning." Malcolm took the large mysterious envelope, tipped the man (hoping it was sufficient) and closed the door. "Who could this be from?" He tried to make out the writing on the envelope but it was all in cyrillic lettering. So he opened it. The note inside read, "Merry Christmas, Maria and Malcolm, from Alexander Krivon." And there were two 16x20 prints of the most beautiful boys in the world -- from the chest up.