Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 12:01:01 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: St. Petersburg Vacation 07-08 Adult/Youth The following story contains graphic sexual 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 age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. All the events and characters in this 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. The author retains all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publishing of this story is allowed without the expressed consent of the author, except by the sites to which the author may have posted it. Please send your constructive comments to Justin0398@aol.com I hope you enjoy the story. St. Petersburg Vacation Part Seven and Eight by Justin Davis Jeff awoke the next morning with some difficulty. Not only had the wine had the desired effect erotically, it had also made him sleep very soundly. So soundly, in fact, that he was still deeply in sleep, in the early hours of morning, when Johan slipped out of the bed, put on his clothes, picked up his carry bag, and very quietly headed back to the dormitory that housed the boys at the estate. It was the absence of Johan that Jeff first noticed as he reached over in the bed next to him and found nothing there. Fighting the fog in his head Jeff immediately reached for the phone. "Yes, Mr. Mattson?" Denick's voice answered on the other end of the line. "Uh, Johan's gone, where is he?" Jeff asked. "Well, probably back to the dormitory. We have other guests besides you and he is very much in demand. I am sure you can understand." Denick replied in a business-like manner. "But I was hoping---" Denick interrupted and cut Jeff short. "I thought you understood Mr. Mattson. Although there are plenty of boys to choose from, we can only guarantee that you spend time once with any boy you choose. There are plenty of others in the folder that you have been provided. I can have one of them there in a very short time, provided he is not booked." "But I want Johan," Jeff replied almost in desperation. "Yes I know, so do many of our other guests. Johan is very special, as I am sure you found out. Please look through your folder and I will do the best I can for you Mr. Mattson. Denick has not had a dissatisfied customer yet, he replied very confidently. We can discuss it when you come down for breakfast." "Yeah, right," Jeff muttered under his breath as he hung up the phone. Still groggy, Jeff slowly got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom to relieve the fullness in his bladder. The slight soreness of his asshole brought memories of the night before back to his mind and it made his cock, already hard from his need to urinate, throb a little more. Jeff entered the bathroom, walked over, and stood before the toilet. Because of his throbbing hard on he had to place his hand around the shaft of his dick, pull it down, and aim it at the bowl. After a slight strain, to get the flow started, a thick stream of urine began to flow from the head of Jeff's dick and into the water. The noise caused by the heavy stream of piss made a resounding echo off the tile walls of the bathroom as the stream churned and boiled the water in the bowl. Finished at last, Jeff decided to forgo the whirlpool tub, opting instead for a quick shower. The needles of warm water felt good to Jeff as they played over his skin. They helped wash both the lather and grogginess away. He inhaled sharply as he washed his butt crack and the soap made contact with his still tender asshole. Even though Johan had been very careful and very loving, Jeff had lost his cherry to a kid with a much bigger dick than your average young teen, so there was bound to be some tenderness there. Jeff had always known, deep inside, that one day he would probably get fucked. In fact, he had even wondered on his way to Russia if it might happen there. Of course, he had gotten his answer. He had indeed been fucked for the first time, and even though he was sore, felt an emptiness in him that needed to be filled. Jeff Mattson, "stud-muffin of Wall Street" had taken it up the ass from a kid and loved it. Jeff finished his shower, toweled off quickly, slipped into a pair of his cargo shorts and tee shirt, and headed downstairs for breakfast. When he arrived in the dining room, Denick, as usual, was sitting at the table waiting. This time, Denick was reading what appeared to be a newspaper printed in Russian. Denick lowered his newspaper and watched as Jeff sat down in the empty chair, raised up a little, then sat back down a little more gingerly. Jeff's actions weren't lost on Denick's keen sense of observation. "It seems you had a rather eventful night last night, Mr. Mattson," he stated, then smiled. Would you care for some orange juice?" "Uh, yeah, that would be kewl," Jeff replied, as he squirmed in his chair a bit in order to ease a little of the pressure on his sore asshole. Denick barked something in Russian and one of the young house boys appeared promptly with a pitcher of orange juice, filled Jeff's juice glass, re-filled Dencik's, then left the room. Jeff picked up his juice glass and took a sip. The taste, and the pulp, indicated that it was freshly squeezed. Jeff took several more sips before Denick spoke. "I know that you like Johan, Mr. Mattson. Unfortunately, as I said, it is impossible to pair up our guests with just one boy for the entire two weeks. That is why we provide as many choices as we do. It allows us to meet the requirements of all our guests. If it is any comfort to you, I can assure you that there are other guests that discover they would like to spend their entire time with one boy." The thought of Johan being in bed with someone else at that moment gave Jeff an empty and lonely feeling in his stomach. He understood the wisdom in what Denick was saying but it didn't make the feeling go away. "I understand, Jeff replied with an air of resignation. Its just that, well, I really would like to spend more time with him. I mean, I did notice some others in the folder that are really nice, its just that, well--" "He is special," Denick said, completing Jeff's sentence. "This was your first time with someone so young wasn't it Mr. Mattson?" "Yes, it was," Jeff replied. "Then it is quite normal you would feel such an attachment for him. Even the boys themselves become attached to the older boys they are paired with. Most of them have never even had serious sex until they come here. What would you say if I told you I might be able to arrange something for you that might take away your disappointment over Johan?" Denick's question was lost on Jeff. Jeff's mind was far away, lost in a playback of Johan's moans and sighs as the two of them made love. "Mr. Mattson?" Denick said, trying to gain Jeff's attention. "Uh, sorry, what was it?" Jeff replied, as he snapped back to reality. "I asked, what would you say if I told you I might be able to arrange something you would probably like even better?" Jeff found that hard to believe. How could anything be better than making love with Johan? Yet, since Johan was not readily available, what did he have to lose? "Sure!" Jeff replied. "It just might be possible, in your case, to arrange for you to have one boy for the entire time you are here. "What do you mean?" Jeff asked. "Well, as the younger boys get adapted to things around here we generally began to pair them up with boys many years older. This helps get them to the point where there are not so many problems when our guests, who are usually much older, have sex with them." The frankness of Denick's words made Jeff blush somewhat. "Johan's roommate, who is not quite two years younger, is at the point where he is ready to be paired with someone older. What if he was paired with you for the rest of your time here?" Jeff was taken completely aback by Denick's question. It took him a few seconds to reply. "What would I be expected to do?" Jeff replied. Denick laughed. "Why Mr. Mattson, everything you did with Johan," Denick replied and then continued to chuckle. Jeff felt his face flush again at Denick's frankness. "I don't think you will have any problem. Besides, you and the young man have already met in a way," Denick stated. "Oh? Where?" Jeff asked. "You remember the young boy who unloaded and took care of your luggage when you arrived?" Denick asked. Jeff's heart leapt. Instantly he knew whom Denick was talking about. "You mean---?" "Yes, Kostya," Denick replied, answering Jeff's question before he had a chance to complete it. "Kostya and Johan have been roommates since Kostya arrived. Whether it has been the food, the sex, or being out of his past environment, Kostya has developed sexually beyond what most of our guests care for in boys his age. Kostya is not the skinny little boy he was when we brought him here. In fact, for a boy not quite twelve, he is very well on his way in development." Jeff's mind flashed back to the video he had watched in his room in which Kostya and Johan had been two of the subjects. His dick instantly started to get hard. "We have never done this before Mr. Mattson. However, the powers that be feel you are an excellent subject for us in this matter," Denick continued. "Why is that?" Jeff asked. "To be blunt, Mr. Mattson, they are thinking about offering a whole new experience for our guests. Breaking young boys in with men as it where. It is not something with which I am in complete agreement, but then, I am not asked about things around here." "I see," Jeff replied. "There is one other thing. Johan and Kostya have gotten very involved with each other. There is no question in my mind that the two have become much more than roommates. It is impossible to say at this point what the reaction of either will be to the separation. As I told you, this is an experiment. It may work out and it may not. However, if all goes well, it would certainly guarantee you someone you have a particular interest in for the rest of your stay," Denick concluded. Jeff sat silently and let the words soak in. His hard dick strained against the fabric of his shorts. What was it? Was it the thrill? Was it Kostya's good looks? Was it the excitement and suspense of it all? Why was it that he knew, deep inside, he was powerless to say no? Jeff wanted to speak but couldn't. He looked into Denick's eyes. As the eyes of the two met they both knew the answer. Jeff just nodded his head yes. "Fine, I will take care of everything. Come now let us have breakfast!" Denick said happily, then barked something in Russian. Jeff knew that it would not be long before the boys brought the food to the table. He had little doubt that the food would be excellent. Part Eight Just as dinner had been the night before, breakfast was impeccable. So much so, that it made Jeff wonder who had prepared the omelets, made sure that the toast was spread with just the right amount of butter, and seen to it that the coffee was just the right blend. The houseboys seemed to bring the sliver-covered dishes from out of nowhere. And yet, everything was as perfect as it could be. As they ate, curiosity made Jeff's mind roam while Denick prattled about the recreational activities the resort had to offer. "Yes, that would be fine," Jeff replied, not actually knowing what question Denick had posed to him. "Well, which?" Denick asked with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something," Jeff replied. Denick rolled his eyes in frustration. "I said, would you like to take a tour of the recreational facilities today or would you prefer to spend some quiet time here"? Denick repeated. Jeff thought for a second. Although the tour did sound nice, and he would like to see more of the resort, he still felt a little hung-over from the night before. "Uh, if it's okay, I think I would just like to relax for awhile. Maybe go on the tour this afternoon." Jeff replied. "Fine, as you wish. Why don't we have another cup of coffee? The boys should be finished with the upstairs by then," Denick responded. As the two sipped their coffee, Jeff's mind wandered again as Denick began to talk about the current state of affairs in Russia, the weather, and other topics that Jeff really wasn't interested in. Jeff was relieved when Denick announced that he had to excuse himself. Last night's session with Johan, and a healthy dose of "jet lag," made going back to bed a very pleasing prospect. Jeff left the table, and climbed the stairs to his suite. As he opened the door to the suite and entered, he stopped short as his eyes were drawn to the floor in front of the entertainment center. The blonde youth sitting on the floor, clad in a stripped pair of boxers that were way too big, turned and looked at him, then went back to busily manipulating the controls of the Sony Play Station. Jeff immediately recognized it was Kostya. Slowly, Jeff closed the door behind him and stood there staring for a moment before he spoke. "Well, how did you get in here?" Jeff finally managed to say. "Zay brought me here," Kostya replied with a heavy accent, not breaking his focus on the game he was playing. Jeff could tell from the tone in Kostya's voice that the boy was less than enthusiastic about being there. It made him feel very awkward and uncomfortable as he went over and sat down on the couch behind the youth. Jeff watched Kostya play the video some minutes before he spoke again. "You are pretty good at that, maybe you could show me how to play," Jeff said trying to break the tension. "If you zay so," the boy responded rather flatly, his attention remaining focused on the game. Jeff felt even more awkward. It was more apparent than ever that the boy was less than happy about being there. "Kostya, if you don't want to be here I understand. I don't think I would either. I will call Denick and work things out." "No!" Kostya almost shouted, as he turned his head and looked at Jeff with shear panic in his eyes. Immediately the boy dropped the controls to the game, scrambled to where Jeff was sitting, and threw his arms around Jeff's legs. "Bleez, they vill send me back, dunt tell them, bleez!" Kostya begged as he began to cry. Jeff no longer felt awkward. He now felt very concerned. What was it about this place that could strike this kind of fear into the beautiful boy that now clung to his legs and sobbed? Jeff reached down and pulled Kostya up on the couch with him, put his arms around him, and held him. "I won't call anyone, I promise," Jeff said reassuringly. Tears ran down Kostya's cheeks as he looked up at Jeff. "Oh bleez dunt, bleez, I vill be gooed, I promiz," the boy begged between sobs, then held onto Jeff as if his very life depended on it. Jeff held Kostya closer and stroked his golden hair with his hand. "It's okay Kostya. It's okay." Jeff repeated over and over again softly as the boy clung to him. The two stayed that way for some time until eventually the boy's sobs died to an occasional sniffle. Because of the tenderness of the moment, Jeff was startled when one of Kostya's hands released its hold on him and started to trace its way across his tee shirt-covered chest, then down and under the tee shirt, and onto the bare skin of his stomach and chest. "Kostya, you don't have to--," "It eez okay," the boy said interrupting him and looking up into his eyes. Jeff's mind was hit with a flood of emotion. Here he was holding the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. Yet, he was wracked with indecision. Jeff's gut told him the boy was now his for the taking. Jeff's dick, which had sprung to life at the touch of Kostya's hand on his bare skin, made him aware of its needs. However, somewhere inside, Jeff's conscience realized it was wrong to intimidate the boy with fear. Kostya's hand slowly worked its way downward along Jeff's stomach, emerged from under the tee shirt, and grasped his rock hard dick through the fabric of Jeff's shorts. Jeff's decision and his reaction were immediate. "That's enough!" Jeff stated bluntly, as he grabbed Kostya's hand and removed it from his dick. The boy looked up at him with a puzzled expression. There were still some traces of tears on his cheeks, which Jeff gently wiped them with his fingers. "Kostya, I don't want it to be like this. Please understand?" Jeff said looking into Kostya's eyes. The boy's face immediately expressed disappointment and his eyes started to get watery again. "You dunt like me!" He said as he turned his face away. Jeff gently placed his hand on Kostya's chin and turned they boy's face so that once again their eyes met. "I have liked you from the moment I first saw you Kostya. Your are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen," Jeff said sincerely. As Jeff's words soaked in, Kostya blinked his eyes, smiled, and then laid his head upon Jeff's chest and hugged him tightly. "No vun in my life but Johan hast ever said dat to me," the boy replied, his head pressed to Jeff's chest. The two remained that way for some time. Jeff holding Kostya and Kostya soaking up the safe feeling of Jeff's arms like a sponge. To be continued...