Warning: The following is a work of fiction and does not relate to any real person or event. It describes explicit sexual activities between adult men and young boys. If this is not what you are looking for, you have no excuse for reading any further. If it is, then enjoy!

 

 

THE PORN BOYS

 

by

 

Cosmo

 

Chapter 20: The End

So the guy from the Russian Embassy had come through for us. He had been there from the beginning, and I was never quite sure what his role had been, but I was grateful to him. Somewhere behind the scenes, he had managed to smooth over the awkward restrictions that might have threatened to scupper the happy ending that everyone was holding out for. Somehow he had worked his magic to facilitate the whole thing. Vladik was now officially eligible for adoption, and Yura's father was the only candidate. Of course, he still had to undergo the usual process of assessment and approval. Until then Vladik would be fostered by Roman and Natalya until the adoption was finalized. So Vladik was going to start a new life, to be welcomed as a member of Yura's new-found family. So it was a happy ending. Yura had found his rightful home with his father and with Vladik as an adopted brother. It was surely the perfect denouement to the tragedy of these boys' lives. It seemed everyone had found their rightful place and would be able to live the rest of their lives in a happy and loving environment. These little boys had suffered so much, had so much of their childhood stolen from them, and no doubt the mental scars would be with them for a very long time, but they were safe now. They were loved. They were wanted.

As for me. Here I was, a police officer with nearly twenty years service, trained in close protection and unarmed combat, and yet the biggest challenge I had ever faced was looking after these two little boys. Who would have thought that the most difficult task I would ever have to contend with in my entire career was the profound love and emotion those boys had induced in me, and that the hardest assignment I had ever undertaken was to endure the wrenching deprivation of saying goodbye to them?

So I was to be left all alone. Except that I wasn't really alone. I still had Anton. I was thankful for Anton. I knew I was going to lean on him more than ever after these boys had gone from my life. Dear, sweet, handsome Anton. He had always been there for me. And he was here for me now. I needed him. Over the weeks and months since this beautiful boy had first insinuated himself into my life I had grown to love him. I think he loved me too. He was a very special person, and I knew that we were going to be friends for a very long time.

Inevitably, the day finally came. On the night before their departure, I will never forget the way Yura and Vladik came into my bedroom and stood before me purposefully, looking very much like they had some agreed agenda in mind. I had been out on the terrace smoking and just came back inside, sliding the door closed behind me.

`What can I do for you little buddy?'

`Take your clothes off, lie on the bed and close your eyes,' Yura demanded.

`Why?' I asked, intrigued.

`We've got a surprise for you.'

`But it's not my birthday,' I said.

`We want to thank you for everything you've done for us,' he said.

`Yeh, it's our goodbye present, something for you to remember us by,' said Vladik, echoing the sentiment.

I wasn't sure about this. But then I looked at both their hopeful faces and they had these mischievous smirks that indicated they were up to something. Then I saw that they were both grabbing at their crotches, impetuously and awkwardly squeezing their little dicks through their clothes. I knew that if they both had boners, and their hairless little cocks were already stiffening up, it was something really sexy and dirty. They were giggling uncontrollably as they watched me strip. And they whispered things behind their palms into each others ear. My cock was instantly twitching. As I took my clothes off, my cock was indescribably hard, aching for their attention, knowing it was in for a treat, already primed for the ministrations of these two gorgeous little fuckboys.

I laid down on my bed with my eyes closed, as though about to doze off peacefully. My cock was so stiff it was heavy in my crotch. I could hear them taking their clothes off and giggling. I felt the bed jiggle and the mattress shook a little as they were climbing on. There was a lot of shuffling, harsh whispers, and then silence. I waited.

`Okay, you can open your eyes now.'

I opened my eyes and there, down by my crotch, both of them had their heads together and their little tongues hanging out, within touching distance of my throbbing cock, which was sticking up, stiff with anticipation. They were smiling, trying not to laugh, their pink little tongues at the ready. They were naked, lying one either side of me, and I could see the curve of their perfect little bubble butts sticking up behind them. My pleasure was intensified by the sight of their naked little bodies laid there in such close proximity, stripped bare and bent over my cock with their tongues hanging out. I was in heaven!

In perfect synchronization, they both closed in and licked the shaft of my cock, from root to tip, one either side. It was divine! The sight of those cute faces down there, their soft wet little tongues stroking my shaft like that, even the sensation of their hot, moist breath on my crotch, was just too much. They licked my shaft up and down a few times and then they went for the head of my cock, executing a maneuver I had never seen before: a joint kiss where they joined lips and both took the head of my cock into their mouths at the same time. God, I had never seen that done before. I don't think I had even seen it in the boyporn videos. It was visually so erotic, and physically so stimulating, that I knew I was going to cum very quickly if they continued. But they didn't let me.

They let my cock go, then Yura moved aside and let Vladik perform on me solo. He roughly took my cock into his little mouth, squeezing the shaft in his little hands as hard as he could and he made me moan. Then Yura closed in from one side and kissed me hard on the lips. My body was being assaulted by their hungry little mouths, being expertly stimulated by their hot, wet lips in two places at once. God they were good.

I watched Vladik working on my cock. He licked it and sucked it so that it was wet and slick and proudly stiff from his ministrations. His little hands were working the shaft up and down, deftly jacking it to what I knew was going to be a pretty explosive cum. Yura was looking on eagerly, jacking his own little dick. He seemed to be eagerly anticipating my cum. I knew what a spunkboy he was and how much of my cum he had swallowed, usually licking it up from wherever it had been ejected. Vladik was good. The underside of my cock was being gently stimulated by his little tongue, his ruby lips were tight around the head, forming a seal that made his mouth feel like the perfect orifice for my cock, warmly encasing it in a tight, wet vacuum. He pulled away, then I watched closely as his little hands expertly jacked my cock. He was very well coordinated, with each of his little hands sliding up and down my cockshaft tremendously fast. He kept that going for a good long time. It was extremely arousing, creating a burning, aching sensation in my groin that made my cock feel like it was about to burst open with pleasure. His little hands were amazingly dexterous and agile. God, where did this little boy learn such techniques?

`Now?' Vladik asked.

I realized he was talking to Yura.

`Yeh, now,' said Yura.

It was obviously a signal of some kind. Yura got up, clearing off the bed, and Vladik stopped. His magical little hands ceased their ministrations and I gasped when that heavenly sensation stopped. I was almost heading for the most powerful of cums, and they knew it. I would have been quite happy to let Vladik finish me off like that, with me spunking all over his deft little hands, but they had other ideas.

They all shifted around, their little hairless dicks still straining upwards stiffly, still primed for whatever perved-out little sex games they were plotting in their dirty little fuckboy minds. I moved over, towards the edge of the big bed, and watched. Vladik turned over and laid on his back with his feet up towards the headboard and his head towards the end of the bed. Yura took the pillows from the top of the bed and positioned them under Vladik's neck, raising his neck and shoulders so that his head was tilted right back. His face was upside down on the bed, looking towards the door. He opened his mouth wide, so that his lips were gaping open in a big `O' shape and his pink little tongue protruding. His pretty boydick was still sticking up in his crotch, neglectedly pulsing with desire.

Yura looked at me and jerked his head at Vladik.

`Go on,' he urged.

I looked at Yura and then at Vladik, that cute little ruby mouth gaping open expectantly. Then I realized what they were waiting for: that little mouth was waiting for my cock! They wanted me to fuck Vladik's mouth like that!

I understood immediately that the reason Vladik's head was tilted right back was so that he could deep-throat me -- take the entire length of my cock by using his throat, rather like a sword-swallower. I had never actually deep-throated anyone, and had certainly never seen that technique executed by someone so young.

I looked at Yura with an incredulous stare, about to open my mouth to express my doubts. He just nodded assuredly, as if to say `Go ahead, it's okay.'

So I did. I got up on my knees and scooted over to where Vladik's sweet blond head was tilted there, upside down on the bed. I connected the tip of my cock to his lips and I fed the full length of my aching shaft right into his warm wet mouth. It went in right to the root. Witnessing the entire length of my cock disappearing into Vladik's little mouth was utterly spectacular, and the sensation of being completely enveloped in that hot, wet, tight little cavity was almost heart-stopping. I paused, almost overcome by the sheer pleasure of it.

Yura pulled me back urgently.

`Don't stop!' Yura exclaimed, `He can't breathe if you stop.'

They seemed to have the fundamentals of this deep-throat technique calculated down to the minutest detail. Their expertise, their sheer proficiency in the rudiments of this procedure, made me feel relatively ignorant, totally at the mercy of the superior knowledge of these two well-practiced little fuckboys. Their precocity was mindblowing.

I took a few cursory stabs into Vladik's mouth, and it felt damn good. I looked down at the beautiful little preteen body that was laid out upside down before me, and I could hardly conceive that this little boy had managed to accommodate the entire length of my big cock in his little mouth. I felt the head of my cock jabbing into the tightness of his throat, and couldn't understand how he could endure that without gagging. His jaw was extended and his cheeks were hollowed, but somehow he had managed to fit my entire shaft inside his head. There was also a rough tightness I could feel as I bucked in and out, like there was something hard stimulating my cockhead. I don't know what Vladik was doing, maybe using his back teeth, I couldn't tell, but it was quite the most erotic sensation I had ever felt on my cockhead. I could feel his soft palate moving over the head as he swallowed it, expertly massaging it and making my cock so rock hard that I thought it was going to burst. I could feel the head of my cock being gripped by his throat, as though I was actually fucking his pharynx. And as he swallowed my shaft, he did not gag or choke, or even stop for breath. He knew how to alternate his breaths with my thrusts so that he was able to breathe at the same time. His coordination was faultless; his technique sensational. The feel of that pretty head, that sweet, noble little blond head, with my cock firmly engulfed into its orifice, was visually spectacular. I was fucking his beautiful face!

Yura leaned over and sucked on Vladik's stiff little dick, bobbing his head expertly a few times, providing some stimulation for his little buddy. Then he withdrew and came up to kiss me on the lips. Vladik's dick waggled with pleasure as Yura alternately sucked him and kissed me. Between the two of them, these boys knew how to pleasure their lovers. Just watching them, totally at the mercy of this virtuoso performance by these two accomplished little fuckboys, witnessing their expertise and the way they embraced these sexual exploits with such gusto was a real revelation.

I fucked into Vladik real hard. He bore it. I dug my fingers into the back of his head, pulling his little head tight onto my cock, and he didn't complain. He was expert and professional. I could tell that as a fuckboy he had amazing stamina with a willingness to take my cock in whatever way I wanted. He even seemed to have an innate understanding of how a bit of rough treatment was inevitable. He knew the exquisite pleasure he afforded me. He was compliant and cooperative and at this moment I knew this boy would relish sex in whatever guise or position took my fancy. As a lover, he would be tender and affectionate. As a fuckboy, he was specialized and accomplished. He was not only beautiful, horny and precocious, but his technique was unparalleled. There was no doubt. As a boyfuck, Vladik was sensational.

In no time at all my orgasm rose with incessant impetuosity, reaching a crescendo of pure pleasure and finally bursting into sweet release in Vladik's mouth. I cummed right into the back of his mouth, my cock urgently spitting out a hot load of spunk into his throat. His throat massaged my cock with his swallowing, drawing out the thick liquid I was injecting into him, rubbing my cockhead even in the throes of orgasm, heightening the pleasure and prolonging my ecstasy even more. It was even better than spunking all over his face -- instead I was injecting my spunk right into the warm, wet centre of his beautiful head and the sight of it triggered such a high in my brain that I forgot myself and bucked into his mouth real hard, literally jamming the head of my cock into his throat. I held it there, momentarily incapacitated by the sheer pleasure, pulsing with ecstasy in the hot depths of his little mouth, my whole body floating in the sweet seizure he had just induced in me. I instantly regretted it because Vladik suddenly pulled away, choking. He turned over in a fit of coughing. He spluttered violently and I saw my spunk being sneezed from his nose, and there was bubbling white liquid running from his nostrils. I leaned back in shock, realizing what I had just done. My excitement and impetuosity had got the better of me and I had nearly choked the poor boy. Vladik rolled over onto his side with his mouth and upper lip coated in frothy cum. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He looked at the spunk that had just oozed from his nose and, to my great relief, he laughed. Apparently he thought it was funny! More importantly, he was okay. Seeing that, Yura pushed him down onto the bed and quickly closed in, sucking the remaining cum from around Vladik's nose and mouth. The way he attached his mouth to Vladik's lips, it looked for a moment like he was administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Yura licked Vladik's face clean, sucking up every trace of the cum that had leaked over his face. It was so erotic to think that he was anxious not to waste a single drop of my essence. When he was done, he rose up, licking around his own mouth rather like a cat savoring a saucer of milk. What a little spunkboy he was!

I was relieved, but delighted that Vladik wanted to finish up in style. He scooted towards me, with my stiff cock still suspended there, and he affectionately took it between his delicate little fingers. I gasped, feeling the sensitivity. My cock was so battered it was literally hurting from the intense pleasure of his ministrations. He squeezed the shaft and licked off the remaining liquid that oozed out. Then he kissed it. Giving my cockhead one last token suck, he drew with him a little string of clear spunk. It broke across his tongue. He swallowed it, and lasciviously licked around his lips. I laid across the end of the bed totally spent, but utterly satisfied, and incredulous at what a powerful cum Vladik's expert little mouth had induced.

Yura was sitting on the side of the bed, jacking his little dick with an almost pneumatic violence in his stroke, having witnessed the entire performance.

`See,' said Yura, surveying the surprised expression on my face, `Didn't I tell you there was something special about Vladik?'

I laughed. He was such a little fuckboy.

Already spent, I closed my eyes, sated and content. I moved up and laid back, propped up on the pillow, and could quite happily have gone to sleep. But the boys had other ideas.

`No you don't,' said Vladik, and moved up so that he was sitting astride me.

I perked up at the sight of his gorgeous little body mounting me. Vladik towered over me, with one knee either side of my hips, and his hairless boycock protruding from his crotch. That little dick was so pretty, so hard, so primed for fucking, it was potent and beautiful. He reached back and started jacking my softening cock quite roughly. It hurt, but the sensation of his little hand around my shaft reactivated my erection.

`That's going in me,' he said, looking directly into my eyes, concentrating on what he was doing, deftly stimulating my cock with his little hand behind his back.

He started jacking my dick real fast, at the same time rubbing it between his little ass cheeks, with a rhythm that was so well coordinated it had the feel of someone who was well-versed in this particular discipline.

I reciprocated by jacking his pretty little dick. It was so hard, straining upwards for stimulation, it looked like it needed a hand around it. He moaned quite loudly. His little dick instantly jumped with joy in my fist, hardening even as I clasped my fingers around it. I could tell Vladik was desperate to cum himself. His dick was so tumescent with hardness, it was pulsing with need. He leaned in and kissed me. I could taste my spunk on his lips.

Meanwhile, Yura scooted around, and deposited himself at my side, his pretty little dick still stiff in his crotch. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips taking Vladik's place. It was a long, slow kiss. It was not the youthful, impetuous kiss of a sexed-up eleven year old. No, this kiss was sensuous and loving, with every single twitch and pout a deliberate and coordinated movement that communicated his love and demonstrated how much he cared for me, and which induced in me a wonderful feeling of being valued and appreciated. His gratitude showed. Then he poked his tongue inside my mouth, sealing our lips together, and he flicked that hot, soft little instrument around inside my mouth. It was like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue.

As Yura fucked my mouth, Vladik fucked himself onto my cock. He lowered his youthful body onto my cock, and I felt my hardness sinking into him, slowly being engulfed by his warmth, squeezed by the tightness of his velvety little chute, hurting real good from the resistance of his unyielding little sphincter. Vladik was tight, and yet I knew he could accommodate my big cock as though it was sheathed in a close-fitting glove. Slowly, he sank down onto me, and that big cock was gradually swallowed up, disappearing into the hot depths of his beguiling boyishness.

As he fucked himself onto me, violently forcing himself onto my dick with an almost painful impetuosity which pressed my pelvis hard into the mattress, I was jacking his little cock for him. I could tell he wanted to cum with my dick buried in his boyhole. He wanted his little ass to be filled and his gland to be stimulated when he cummed. He was already maneuvering his narrow hips as he bucked down onto me, trying to get my dick to hit the walls of his chute just in the right place, and when he found it, he had this look of euphoric concentration, his face fixed in a mask of ecstatic wonder, and I knew he was going to blow any minute. He stared directly into my eyes with a loving, almost disbelieving expression that said `Look what you're doing to me!' When Vladik finally cummed, it was quite the most spectacular thing I had ever seen. He forced himself down hard onto my cock, painfully slamming his butt down onto my balls, and that was the stroke that finally triggered his orgasm. He fell forward, his little hands desperately kneading my chest, and he froze, opening his mouth in a silent gasp, with this look of delighted surprise on his face. Then he seemed to go into a kind of ecstatic seizure where his eyelids flickered eerily and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His little dick started to spasm violently. It stiffened and seemed to grow momentarily larger, then shot out a single long burst of little boy spunk all over my stomach. His little boy cum was steaming hot, and I felt it burn my skin as it splashed me. But it was not ejected in the usual series of short little squirts that would normally be expected. No, Vladik ejaculated one shot that came out as a continuous stream, a veritable damburst of little boy cum that was released in one quick spurt. It was short but spectacular. God, I had never seen a boy cum like that. It was the best hands-free cum I had ever seen.

Once he had used my cock to make himself cum, Vladik collapsed forward onto me. His hot boycum was smeared wetly between our two bodies as we were pressed together. I held his little body against me in an affectionate afterglow hug. He was breathless but happy. My cock slipped out of his battered little hole and he seemed completely spent. Yura was sitting by our side affectionately stroking Vadik's back and smiling. He was proud of his little buddy. Recovering slowly, Vladik lifted himself off me and rolled over onto the bed next to me. His tummy was smeared with the wetness of his own little boy spunk, which had transferred from my body onto his, the glistening residue of his own ecstatic emission. Vladik and Yura exchanged a mischievous little smirk and they giggled playfully. God, they were wonderful.

When Vladik had recovered, I was amazed at how quickly his irrepressible little dick was ready to return to its full hardness. His young body was impetuously sexed-up and ready to go again in no time. Unbidden, and in perfect unison, Yura and Vladik both set to work on me again with their tongues. They seemed to be in almost flawless synchronicity, as though they were telepathically linked and able to read each other's thoughts. Those boys had quite the most amazing rapport between them. Seeing them so finely attuned to each other, working in such perfect harmony, was a sight to behold. There was something very special about these two boys.

Even though I had just had a spectacular and almost volcanic orgasm, it didn't take them long to work up another cum out of me. Their hot, rough little tongues worked over every part of my cock and balls. They took turns sucking on the tip of my cock, maneuvering their tongues around the rim and licking especially hard on the super-sensitive frenulum. They sure knew what they were doing. Their technique was flawless, knowing and deliberate. I don't think I had ever spunked twice in such quick succession before. And as they detected my cock begin to pulse, it waggled violently on its own, signaling that my orgasm was already in progress. They held the tip between their joint lips and I saw my spunk fly out and squirt up into both their mouths at the same time, with the first tentative squirt going up between their cheeks, and the following more powerful jets into their open mouths and all over their ruby lips and their chins. God, it was fantastic. These two precocious, dirty little fuckboys had successfully induced another violent orgasm with what appeared to be the minimum of effort on their part. They licked up every trace of my spunk, greedily lapping it up between them. Then they even licked the spunk off each others faces, kissing and smearing my spunk over their lips and cheeks. God they were good. Or was it just that they were so sexy, so beautiful and so lovable, that the sight of their two pretty faces and the application of their expert little tongues on my big, stiff cock, could really only have one logical conclusion. Two gorgeous, precocious little fuckboys with two delectable little tongues plus one big, stiff cock, result: an explosive orgasm.

When they had finished, it wasn't long before they were ready to go again. It was turning into something of a sexual marathon. Inevitably, it was the last time I ever fucked Yura. He had rolled over onto me and he was lying face down on top of me. Finding ourselves thrown into this position, he decided to ease himself down onto my cock. He held onto me, his head against my chest, bracing himself against my thrusts. I wrapped my arms around him, held his little body in place, spread-eagled across my hips, and thrust my pelvis up into his little ass. And as my cock slowly pierced his little body, gradually forcing its thickness into his little hole, I wanted to take my time to appreciate it. I fucked into him knowing it was the last time, so I sank my cock in as deep as I could and stopped, my hardness encased in his hot, tight little muscle. Vladik laid back on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching us admiringly. His little cock was still straining upwards in his crotch, stiffening up at the sight of his little buddy being roughly impaled on my big cock. His hand automatically gravitated down to his little cock and he was scrunching it roughly in his fist, alternately squeezing and then jacking it with long, firm strokes. God, he was so horny, but was happy just to watch us, acknowledging that I wanted this special moment with Yura.

Yura let me set the pace, and lovingly laid on me letting me do what I wanted. I relaxed into an affectionate and easy kind of lovemaking. I took it slow. There was no urgency, only the desire to enjoy this moment. I wanted to savor it and make it special for both of us. For a long time, I just fucked his little body in a slow and easy rhythm, drawing out this special moment, wanting it to last as long as possible. It took a while. I had already cum twice. And yet, when I finally did work up another cum, it was mighty and overpowering. When I felt the first stirrings of its pleasure approaching, I knew it was going to be a big one. I felt it rising and rising, menacingly heralding the onset of a seizure that I knew was going to be not only pleasurable, but all-consuming. It was insistent and relentless and I knew it was going to rip through me with all the energy sapping force of a hurricane. Yura was moaning too, and his little high-pitched moans were getting louder and more urgent, almost building the anticipation in sympathy with my own orgasm. At last, Yura's body worked my excitement to the pinnacle of ecstasy and suddenly, my whole body was overwhelmed by the sweetest sensation. I felt my entire being pulse violently, and then my cock bursting open in pleasurable release. I fucked into Yura's little body, eager to inject my spunk into him as deep as I could, wanting to make him feel my cum with me. He clung to me, moaning with me, and he let out a little scream, vocalizing a release of pure pleasure as his little boy cum consumed him. As I writhed beneath him in the grip of this delicious moment, his little body also entered its own fit of rapture, so that his little cock was spurting against my abs even as I was stabbing into his little hole. I could feel the little squirts of his blood-warm little boy spunk on my stomach. And as I urgently pumped my essence into him, deep into his receptive little cunt, which was drawing my body's offering into his, accepting the gift of my love in his most intimate of places, as he had always done, I felt like I was floating. It was one of those orgasms that was not just violent contractions, but a syncopated wave of pure ecstasy that pervaded my entire body and washed through me so profoundly, for a long few seconds. It was like I was enveloped in a sea of pure pleasure, consumed by a sensation of warmth and rapture that made my whole body quake, rippling right through to my very core. It was the most complete and most pleasurable orgasm I had ever experienced, and Yura was the reason. And as my cock finished urgently emitting the liquid love I had so wantonly injected into him, and the sensation gradually passed, the purest of pleasures was pervaded by a sense of utter bereavement. It was a flash of acute deprivation, no doubt stirred by the certain knowledge that it was the very last time I would ever do that. Never again would his little hole afford me this forbidden pleasure. Never again would I know the sweet ecstasy of burying my cock into the warm sanctuary of his tactile little cunt; that magical little orifice which was always so infinitely receptive, so quiescent, so ready to impart its heavenly delights. Never again would I feel the familiar form of his naked presence pressed so passionately against me, his tight preteen body flexing and tensing in his childish sexual pursuit, stripped bare and laid out before me in total submission, his balls and boycock proudly exposed, ever ready for me to toy with at my whim. Never again would I experience the rawness of his boyish sexuality, the taste of his warm boycum, the sweet nectar that was always so arduously extracted from his potent little balls, the precious cream with which his young body so gladly rewarded me -- the life-giving asphyx of his being, the net result of the pleasure that his little body so keenly and impetuously sought when it was launched into the throes of the welcome but fleeting rapture of his little boy cum.

Those boys let me do everything I wanted that night. And they relished it. I was able to stick my cock into every part of them, to sex up their little bodies in any way I wished, to thoroughly wrest every last grain of pleasure out of them. They let me use their little bodies like they were my very own instruments of pleasure, submitting everything, withholding nothing. They willingly let me play with them, throwing themselves into the task with an almost psychotic fervor, letting me fuck their holes and suck their little dicks, and they in turn sucked me off and each other. They were determined to binge on every kind of sexual delight their filthy little fuckboy minds could concoct. They openly and knowingly drew me into their orgiastic little games and we gorged on each other's bodies all night long, one man with two beautiful, precocious little fuckboys who knew no limits, descending into a fuckfest of the gravest and most extreme kind of boysex I could ever imagine. And that was how we spent our last night all together. Spent and exhausted, I slept with those two wonderful boys, one either side of me, in my big bed, the sweat cooling on our naked bodies, lapsing into a sated slumber, nestled amongst the spunk-stained sheets.

In the morning, I greeted the dawn with a defeated and resigned demeanor and with all the jaded enthusiasm of a condemned man. It was our last day. I woke up with the boys sleeping soundly in the bed next to me. For a long time I sat up in bed just watching them, appreciating the beauty and innocence of little boys sleeping, listening to the hushed sighs of their unconscious breaths, taking in the sight of their pretty young faces and their perfect, hairless little bodies. I sat up just watching them, thinking about how much I was going to miss these little boys, and still almost as breathless with awe at their beauty as the very first day I set eyes on them.

It seemed like only yesterday that I first set eyes on Yura at the airport, when he had first arrived, emerging from the gate looking scared and disoriented. I could still remember the tears he shed that first night and how I had sat with him on the edge of the bed, comforting him and trying to stem his tears. It didn't seem so long ago that I found him crouched in the corner of his room in distress because he had wet the bed; or found him sleeping on the floor because he had had a nightmare and came into my room during the night because he didn't want to be alone. The magic of those first few heady days we had spent together was still fresh in my mind. I could clearly recall the little bonding activities I had engaged him in, making tiramisu and playing pool, and even that near-fateful trip to the mall where I had nearly lost him. How would I ever forget that first night this boy had come out onto the terrace and put his arm around me as we gazed up at the stars, and asked me `Can I sleep in your bed tonight?' So many of Yura's antics stuck in my mind, and so many of the things he had said still echoed in my ears -- like the way he had first brought a tear to my eye by candidly telling me that he thought I was a really nice person. Or when I first told him the story of my life with John and he said he was sorry that John died. Or how he had wrapped himself around me as we were sitting by the pool and told me that he loved me and wanted to stay with me forever. God, it seemed like it was only yesterday.

How could I ever forget his sexual precocity either. It was going to be with me forever the way he led me into the bedroom that first night and begged me to fuck him, screaming for me to fuck my cock into him real hard, wanting me to splatter him with my cum and then to suck his little dick until he squirted his little boy cum in my mouth. Or the night he so casually led me into the restroom of that restaurant and neatly sucked me off with his expert little mouth; or the time I fucked him on the gym mat in the basement; or the subtle way he seduced me into fucking him in the water at Crystal Lake. How could I ever forsake this little boy? How could I ever live without his sexual precocity, his prodigiousness, his little boy allure? How could I ever forget his good looks, his perfect body and his sheer fuckability? It was all now engraved forever on my heart.

Or how I could I ever forget Vladik's initial refusal to bond with me, the curt and hurtful `Fuck you' he had tossed back at me that first night, when he had gone to bed having surreptitiously scoffed a whole packet of Oreos. How could I forget the drama of his attempt to run away at Crystal Lake, and our subsequent reconciliation. He had been so profoundly affected by his experiences that he was compelled to asked me `Mark, is there something wrong with me?' as though his misfortune was somehow his own fault. I regretted not having had more time to bond with Vladik. It seemed we had only just begun getting close to each other, and our rapport had hardly been given the chance to flourish to its full potential. I really would have liked more time with Vladik. But it was not to be.

It was Yura who woke up first. He opened his eyes and looked up to see me sitting up in bed watching him. He smiled affectionately, then sluggishly wrapped himself across me without saying anything, and appeared to go back to sleep. I hugged his warm, naked little body closely. When Vladik woke up and saw us, he too said nothing and just joined in on the embrace. So we stayed like that, me sat up in the middle of the bed with these two sleepy boys slumped affectionately across me, paternally clutching them to my breast in a protective hug. Sadly, and with a heavy heart, I eventually loosened my embrace, kissed each of them in turn and got up. We finished our little three-way boymoment in silence, the type of pregnant silence that is characterized by the sadness of knowing that you are doing something for the very last time.

The rest of the day was strangely subdued. Emotions were high but our actions were distinctly low-key. I helped the boys to pack. We were neatly folding their clothes and placing them into one suitcase which was open on the bed. It was a new suitcase. Not the battered little suitcase Yura had brought with him when he first arrived from Moscow, with the miserable little accumulation of worn and faded clothes. He had lots of new things now, including all the stuff he had been given for his birthday. We packed up in silence and I knew that we were all thinking the same thing: this was the end of our time together.

At one point, when most of their gear had been packed into the case, I realized I could no longer hear them behind me. I turned, and they were both standing there. I smiled, and they both stepped towards me and hugged me tightly -- almost desperately -- laying their little heads against my chest. We stood like that for many minutes, enjoying what was probably the very last little boymoment we would ever share. My eyes filled with tears, and I felt hot tears spill from their eyes, and trail down onto my shirt. None of us spoke; our embrace was sufficient. I eased my head back to look at them and gazed in wonder at these perfect little boys. Yura's pretty azure eyes were overflowing with tears. Vladik's emerald eyes were glazed with moisture. My own tears trailed down my cheek. I was still as much in awe of these incredible boys as I was the first day I set eyes on them. I knew I would miss them. God, how I was going to miss these boys! And I knew they were going to miss me too. These had probably been the most momentous days of their lives. For Yura especially, I knew that, like me, he would think back on these days in the years to come with a sense of wonder and deep affection. The experience had no doubt changed him. Just as it had changed me. I was so grateful to have been a part of this special time and to have shared these momentous days with him.

At that moment, the doorbell chimed. I knew it was Roman, arriving to take them away. He was going to drive them to the airport. They were leaving for Saint Petersburg that evening.

When Vladik heard it, a momentary flash of panic spread across his face. He looked scared. He wrapped his little body around me, urgently clutching at my shirt, grabbing handfuls of my clothing as though trying to hide himself in the folds.

`Let's run away!' he suddenly enthused, `Just the three of us. Let's go where we can all be together and get away from all this!'

It was a crazy, childish, panic-induced outburst. The desperation and fear was evident in his eyes. Poor little boy. Now that the reality was taking hold, his courage almost failed him. God, how I felt for him. I was almost tempted to give in to his crazy little whim. But I knew I had to be strong.

`No,' I said firmly, `No more running away. This is for the best. It's what you both wanted.'

Vladik's hopeful expression collapsed. The tears gathered even more copiously in his eyes. He hung his head down, perhaps realizing that reality was going to have to prevail, finally defeated by the logic and common sense which so steadfastly refused to be thwarted.

He let go of my shirt and threw himself down on the bed sobbing into the pillow. Yura saw that and threw his arms around me. I cradled Yura's head, combing my splayed fingers through his beautiful thick black hair.

`Just remember, I will always love you little buddy,' I said.

`I'll always love you too,' he said, muffled against me.

`And we'll still see each other,' I reminded him, with a happier tone, `We'll call and email and I'll try and visit you as often as I can.'

He nodded into my chest, then pulled away and looked up at me through his tears.

`But it won't be like this, will it?' he said, downbeat.

`No,' I replied truthfully, and I paused, adding: `It can never be like this.'

The idyll was shattered by the voice of Roman calling us from downstairs.

`Boys?' Roman called finally, `I'm afraid it's time to go.'

We all dried our eyes before we went down to greet him. I gently coaxed Vladik up off the pillow, which was still wet with his tears, and tenderly dabbed his pretty eyes with a tissue. Yura wiped his eyes with his little fists, and I gave them both an encouraging smile. When we were all composed, I took them downstairs.

Roman was in the drawing room waiting with Anton. Yura ran up to him and they hugged. I watched the way Yura closed his eyes in his father's embrace and the way that Roman held his son's head, cupping his face in his hands and looking at him admiringly in a way that only a father can look upon a son. And I knew there was genuine love there. Roman was a good man.

Roman also hugged Vladik -- his adopted son. Then Roman graciously came over and hugged me too, and I could feel the genuine affection and gratitude in his embrace. He let me go, and then held me out in front of him, his hands resting on my shoulders. And he looked me in the eye with an earnest stare, and spoke to me in perfect English.

`You're a very special man Mark. You will never know what you have done for all of us. Thank you.'

Roman took the boys' suitcase and went out to the car which was sitting in the driveway. So our last moments together came to an end. The time had come. I bent down, and kissed Yura lightly on the lips for the last time. It was a sweet, short kiss, and then he smiled sadly. I eased away from him. In no time, it seemed, we were outside standing by the car. Yura hugged Anton first, then Vladik hugged Anton. Even Anton was looking sad. I knew that he had had his moments with Vladik and they had grown quite fond of each other. They held each other tightly for a long few seconds, shutting their eyes and acknowledging the moment. Then it was my turn. Yura hugged me and squeezed tightly. I responded. I squeezed his little frame as hard as I could, and he whispered into my ear:

`Thank you for looking after me.'

I pressed him into me as hard as I could, as though I wanted to squeeze the very life out of him. I squeezed him so hard it was as though I would never let him go. But I did.

We stepped apart, and then they glumly got into the car. They strapped themselves into the back seat and, with a heavy heart, I shut the car door. I stood back and gave them one last brave smile, flashing them my best `cheer up' expression. Anton stood beside me. Roman started the engine and sat there for a few moments adjusting his seat. As he did so, Yura retracted the glass so that they could stare out, and he looked at me with a resigned, plaintive expression. And as the car sat there idling, Yura made one last remarkable gesture which I shall always remember for the rest of my life -- a gesture that was entirely symptomatic of why this boy was so special: he held up his little hand next to his cheek and rotated it so that I could see what was in his palm. It was the little silver pocket-watch I had given him on his birthday, complete with the inscription which affirmed my eternal love for him. He held it up to his cheek, showing it to me as the car began to roll, and kept it there for as long as I held his gaze, proudly displaying it as a memento of our time together, a token of my enduring love for him, and the single treasured possession that he would forever remember me by. Anton waved. I held Yura's gaze for as long as I could and watched the car escaping down the drive. A quick flash of the brake lights, the car turned out of the gate out of sight, and the boys were gone.

As the car disappeared from view, carrying my boys away from me forever, I turned and saw Anton standing there. We looked at each other. I hesitated a moment and found I could not move. I was suddenly struck by a cold sensation of desolation and despair. I didn't know what it was at first. But then I felt an incredible sadness rise up within me. It was powerful and vast. It was such an overwhelming feeling that I suddenly felt very frightened. The sadness I had been holding back for the boys' sake, the inevitable grief that had been waiting in the wings to claim me, which I had steeled my heart against, suddenly pervaded and so overpowered me, I realized I had tears in my eyes; great, fat tears that were welling up so large that they stung my eyes and blurred my vision so that I could barely see where I was going. Anton saw that, and for the first time ever I knew I needed him at this moment more than I had needed anybody in my entire life. I finally broke down and wept. I cried openly, turning to him. He hugged me tightly, his loving embrace cushioning the deep, profound grief that I was suddenly stricken by. We stood there forlornly on the steps. I wept loudly and abundantly into his shoulder, shuddering violently from the profundity of my sorrow, almost collapsing onto him. He held me. I pulled him tightly into my chest, clutching at him as though trying to shield myself against this unwelcome agony, this excruciating anguish, this black, blinding grief... the unmistakable testimony of my heart finally breaking.

I knew that the loss of these boys would be with me for a long, long time. Yura's absence especially would be hard to bear. I would never forget this beautiful, remarkable little Russian boy, whom at first, I wasn't sure I wanted anything to do with. This complex, paradoxical little person that had wormed his way into the deepest recesses of my heart. This wonderful, gentle human being who had evoked such profound emotions in me. This precocious, vivacious little spirit who had taken me to the heights of ecstasy. I knew that whatever his life had in store for him, no matter what twists and turns he would contend with in the future, as his beautiful character unfolded and matured in the years to come, he would go about his business with the memory of this special time etched indelibly on his soul. I knew there would be times, maybe many years into the future, when he would stop and recall the golden days we had spent together; moments where he would think of me and the special love we shared. I knew that wherever he was in the world, I would be forever in his heart. And no matter what the remainder of my life had in store, no matter what fate had determined for me, he would forever be in mine.

I had promised Yura on his eleventh birthday that one day I would tell their story. I also promised myself that one day I would write about just how unique and remarkable this boy was. I would write a story about his beauty and vitality and tell the whole world about these very special little boys. I am happy that I was able to fulfill that promise. And this is the story I wrote.

THE END

Authors note: To those of you who have made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my words. Thank you for sharing the tears and the joy and for taking this journey with me. Your comments and feedback are always welcome: cosmonaut@hush.com