Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 07:07:24 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: St. Petersburg Vacation 01 (Adult/Youth)

The following story contains graphic scenes between adult males, teens, and
boys.  If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this
story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of in most states you are not
allowed to read this story by law.

The events and characters in the story are entirely a work of fiction.
Nothing in this story is meant to show approval of or advocate the behavior
of the characters, including the practice of unprotected sex.

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Saint Petersburg Vacation
Part One
by
Justin Davis

Jeffrey Mattson looked out the window of the Tupalov turboprop as it taxied
up to Gate 4A at St. Petersburg airport.  As he glanced at his watch he
noticed that the plane was arriving only five minutes behind schedule and
smiled.  Maybe some efficiency and capitalist determination were coming to
Russia after all he mused to himself.

Jeff watched halfway with expectation, and halfway with uncertainty, as the
passageway swung out and attached itself to the side of the plane.  A journey
over many months, and over 5,000 miles, was about to come to completion.  Yet
actually, it was a journey that was just beginning.

It had all begun six months earlier, as Jeffrey Mattson had surfed the
Internet looking for more porn.  Not just any porn mind you, but the kind
that he, as of late, had come to love the most.  Over the last month or so he
had become both fascinated and captivated by the large number of web sites
devoted to Russian pornography.  It seemed, he discovered, that there was no
limit to what one could find, or download, if one was willing to take the
time and energy to do it.

Jeff had become quite fond of the seemingly endless number of pictures of
Russian teens and young boys whose sexual excitement and escapades were
graphically depicted in the numerous pictures that he had downloaded and
saved.  For months he had gotten himself off to the hot sex "pics" that had
become part of his ever-growing porno collection.  Not that anyone would have
suspected.  No, no one would have suspected Jeff of anything like that.

At twenty-six, Jeffrey Mattson was the type of guy that was every girl's
dream and the object of every guy's envy.  Physically, he was quite good
looking and in very good shape.  His coal black hair was enhanced by a
smooth, tan, complexion, attributable in no small part to his native-American
ancestry.  His sparkling brown eyes seemed to speak volumes when they looked
at you.  Jeff's shoulders and chest tapered down to a thirty-two inch waist,
highlighted by a very appealing ripple of abs.  Years of high school and
college tennis, working out, and running had molded and shaped Jeff into, for
want of a better term, a stud.  Mentally and financially, he hadn't done too
badly either.

Jeff's training in economics and accounting at the University of Chicago had
given him the background and connections to land a job with one of the most
prestigious firms on Wall Street.  As the successes and commissions rolled
in, Jeff had become the envy of most of the young guys in the firm.  For some
reason, they didn't know why, Jeff seemed to have an innate knack for picking
winners and avoiding losers in the market.  Financially, by every stretch of
the imagination, Jeff was well on his to becoming quite wealthy at a very
early age in life.  From all outward appearances Jeff had it all.
Everything, that is, except what he wanted and craved the most.  Boys.

There is little doubt that both the chicks, and some guys, that drooled over
his good looks, or those that envied his financial abilities, would have been
somewhat bewildered and shocked to have seen Jeffrey Mattson sitting naked in
front of his computer screen, jerking himself off to a seemingly endless
parade of hot Russian boys.  Names like Dimitri, Anton, Yura, Vastya, Andrei,
Sergei, Valentin, Vova, and others had become as familiar to Jeff in his
private life as the terms "prospectus,"  "dividend date," "selling short,"
"buying long," and the like, had become in his public one.  Just as he had
developed extraordinary expertise in the investment world of stocks and
bonds, Jeff had developed an extraordinary talent and ability to hunt down
Russian porn.  Consequently, he had a rather sizeable collection.

Zip disks loaded with pictures occupied one whole box on the computer desk in
his apartment.  In another, next to it, were more disks loaded with Mpegs and
video segments he had painstakingly downloaded.  In a very special case, next
to his entertainment center, Jeff had his most prized possessions, three
videos that had been smuggled into the country because their content was
highly illegal.  It was one of those videos Jeff now watched intently as he
slowly stroked his thick seven inch cock.

Jeff stared at the screen as the three performers put on their show.  It was
a scene set in what was supposed to be some kind of shower or locker room.
The two youngest boys, smooth blonde youths, one nor more than 10, the other
12 at the most, were eagerly administering to the sexual needs of a
dark-haired lanky teenager of perhaps 16.  The teen's large dick gave the
thin and lanky youth the appearance of almost being a dick with a teen
attached to it.

Jeff's hand tightened its grasp around his cock and began to stroke in
earnest as the older-looking of the blonde boys took more and more of the
teen's sizeable tool in his mouth.  Each time the blonde-headed boy went down
on the teen's thick tube he seemed to take more and more of it until he was
burying his nose in the teen's dark bush, his throat obviously destended from
the huge chuck of meat shoved down it.  Meanwhile, the younger of the two
boys was giving a demonstration of ass-eating that far exceeded what someone
of this tender years should have had the knowledge to do.  The teen's groans
became louder and more audible as the two boys expertly ate him from both
sides.

"Trakhaht" "Trakhat!" the older boy began to intone over and over again as he
ground his butt back into the willing mouth of the younger blonde and then
pushed forward into the eager mouth of the older blonde.

Jeff began to pick up the pace of his stroking somewhat.  He had seen this
video many times before, and he knew the best part was about to begin.

 The long, thick shaft of the dark-haired teen had become quite well-lubed
with spit and pre-cum as the older of the two blonde boys continued to suck
and bury his nose in the teen's dark bush.  It was at that point that the
action paused and the teen pulled the older of the boys away from his dick,
helped him stand up, and led him over to one of the locker room benches. The
younger of the two blondes stood and watched, his hairless crotch and his
stiff three-inch dick clearly in view, while his older companion was led over
to the bench.

"Vstat' rakom!'' the older teen commanded.

At that, the older blonde boy leaned over the bench in a doggie-style
position and spread his legs and ass cheeks.  The camera zoomed in and showed
a clear shot of the boy's tight, pink, hole, slightly dark around the
exterior edges and twitching with expectation.  Jeff gasped as he felt the
tingle in his balls start to surge upward through him.  He slowed the pace of
his jacking so as not to go too soon.

The young blonde boy leaning over the bench began to whine and his body began
to tremble slightly as the dark-haired teen, his hand on his huge pole, began
to line up behind him.

"Ty mne van'ku ne val'ag!" the teen said as he slapped the boy hard on his
ass cheeks with his hand.

The boy's whines died to a low sobbing whimper as he prepared himself for the
inevitable.

Again the camera zoomed in on the young boy's asshole as the head of the
teen's prick began to press against it.  An almost cat-like wail could be
heard on the audio as the plum-sized head of the teen's dick disappeared into
the boy's ass.  Slowly, the teen's slick pole, made more sizeable in
appearance by the small size of the boy he was impaling, began to disappear
up and into the boy's tight chute.

It was not long until the teen's wiry, dark bush pressed against the small
ass of the young boy.  At that point, the camera panned paned back and showed
a healthy set of teen nuts swinging between the legs of the impaled younger
boy, leaving little doubt that the teen was now balls deep and ready to begin
his fucking.

Slowly at first, then more rapidly, the dark-haired teen began to pump his
meat into and out of the helpless boy on the bench beneath him.  It was at
that moment that the youngest of the two blonde boys moved in for his next
assignment.  It was his task, it seemed, to lick and suck the teen's balls as
he pumped his tool in and out of the now panting and shuddering youth beneath
him.

Jeff speeded up his stroking as the scene continued to unfold.  He knew it
was only a short time until the end of the scene.

"MMMMMM!" Jeff moaned as he watched the teen in the video continue to pond
the butt of the boy, his teen nuts swinging back and forth like some huge
bull's.

"OH!" Jeff gasped as he began to feel the stirrings in his balls that meant
his own release would soon take place.

"Unnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhh!" Jeff cried out as the dark-haired teen, whose
moaning and ass quivering seconds before had meant he was filling the boy
beneath him with a load of hot teen cum, pulled out and let the camera get a
good shot of the boy's now wide-open, cum-leaking, hole.

"Arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmppppppffffffff!" Jeff hollered, his hips thrusting
upward into his hand, as the camera showed the younger blonde moving in and
lapping up the trickle of cum that oozed out of the asshole of his older
blonde companion.  Jeff shot his load.

The first rope of cum landed beneath his neck and trailed down to his right
nipple.  That was followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth, until his
entire stomach was covered in trails of white cum splotches, and his hand,
now slowing its pace, milked the last few drops from the head of his
softening dick.

"Geez!" Jeff commented out loud as he took his left hand, the one which was
not covered with cum, picked up the remote, and turned off the VCR.

Slowly, so as not to drip cum all over his carpet, Jeff walked to the
bathroom, got a damp rag, and began to clean himself off.  That done, he went
back to the living room, ejected the tape from the VCR, and walked toward the
kitchen to find something to eat.  He glanced at this idle computer as he
worked his way toward the kitchen.

He would check his e-mail later on, the thought to himself.  After all, it
was Friday night.  He didn't have to go to work tomorrow.  Besides, he might
want to watch another part of the tape and jerk off again before he bothered
with it.

Even though he had cum only moments before, Jeff's dick twitched a bit as the
thought of the next segment on the tape he had just watched.  It was the
segment in which the two blonde boys sucked, fucked, moaned, and squealed, as
they wreathed upon the bed like baby seals, their young bodies wracked with
one dry orgasm after another.  Yeah, e-mail would have to wait.

To be continued.