Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 08:57:35 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: OSKAR AND TOMMY - 3

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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OSKAR AND TOMMY



Chapter 3 - God or Goat



by



G. Cutter



Hi, the name's Pavlo and I live just outside Kiev (or Kyiv) which is the
capital of the Ukraine for the non geographically minded. I'm fifteen and
drop dead gorgeous with a swinging seven inch cock, now all the droolers
that read Nifty are well pleased.  Well... er, not really. The drop dead
gorgeous still applies as all teenies think they're DDG and I'm pretty
standard. My dad reckons I'm the byblow of a wandering Red Army soldier
which pleases mum no end, I have to presume it's one of his little jokes,
she never takes it to heart anyway just calls me Ivan to upset him. This is
because I'm the dark skinned gypsy type and they're both the blonde fair
haired Nordic types, I daren't say Germanic or they'll go nutty. I suppose
I'm stocky, sloppy, a bit of an untidy slob and as I've said fifteen so
what else is there. Oh, yeah. Uncircumcised noodle and around the five
inches or whatever at full stretch so not too bad for my age and size plus
a good set of pubics I might add. OK, that's the basics.

We live in Tripolji which is just down the M04 from Kiev right on the river
Dneiper outlet which is handy as my dad runs the water treatment plant,
when I say he runs it he's the top manager so we have a nice lakeside house
which used to be a politician's dacha and we're pretty well off, a car, a
sailing boat and a skiff, just a few creature comforts. Tripolji is very
much a company town more a hamlet really but Obuchov is just up the road
and it's a quick drive from there on the motorway to Kiev. We get a fair
few tourists trickle down from Kiev as the boating and fishing is an
attraction and enables me to follow my hobby which is ogling the Russian,
German and Czech kids who visit. Before you think weird boy, most of the
shoreline around here is nudey designated. Nudism or naturism is an
encouraged business hereabouts and camping and caravaning is very much a
growth industry. During the holidays I spend hours, even days up in the
dunes with pals ogling the visitors, they eyeball the girls and I watch the
boys but I don't tell them that for obvious reasons.

In his spare time my dad is one of those modern men, he takes photos,
bootlegs tapes and DVDs and anything that will turn in a few hryvnya which
is our currency, we use roubles as well which are easier to spell. Dollars,
Euros and GB Pounds are grist to our mill, you got 'em, we'll spend them
for you. As I've said my dad's into photography in a big way but he calls
it a hobby. He does nearly all our school functions in Obuchov, local
weddings, anniversay days, everything and anything. He just loves his
cameras, everytime I sit down for a cup of tea he's clicking away, he
drives my mum barking mad but that's him.

To get to the story. This was a Friday lunchtime, we were on the long
summer break and we were due a guest who was going to cramp my spying and
ogling. It was a boy and an eleven year old one at that. Symon Lychenko was
the son of another Water Board Manager who worked north of Kiev, his mother
was deceased and his father was his sole parent. Unfortunately, Mr Lychenko
was in the Army Reserve and had been called up for the regular Summer
maneuvers which would leave Symon all on his ownsome for a month and what
was the solution? Get on the phone to his old buddy, my dad. Dad being as
soft as a pudding immediately agreed thinking that all I was short of was
an eleven year old to cart around over the holiday period. Needless to say
I wasn't too happy but I put a good face on it, I'd never had an eleven
year old all to myself and my dirty mind was thinking of cool things to
do. Most of them revolved around what happened after bedtime but that's
between you and I for the moment.

'Where have you been?' My mother snapped as soon as I went into the house.

'Wandering around,' I flopped onto a kitchen chair and looked at the
table. All the best china, cakes, sandwiches, it was a feast. 'Guests?'

'Ha ha,' she scowled and patted her hair into place and then dad came in
and even he was looking tidy.

'Oh great. My son the tramp,' he looked at me and frowned. 'I told you the
Lychenkos would be here at midday.'

'You didn't say to dress up,' I sprawled in the chair giving them a bit of
the teeny angst, I'd been practicing and they loved it... I think.

Before he had a chance to sail into me a car drove up and into our dusty
driveway in a cloud of crap. It had a company decal on the door and when
the driver got out in Army uniform it was pretty obvious who it was but I
was more concerned with the passenger. This weedy kid got out and looked
around slightly bewildered and probably as nervous as hell. My heart went
out to him, he was sweet. Well, not sweet but you know what I mean. Light
brown hair and skinny as a rake, he looked like a puff of wind would take
him away. I tried not to look too big and butch, I didn't want to terrorise
the kid.

Mum and dad went to the door as this pair approached and I backed them
up. Loads of hellos and handshaking as is our fashion and we got them in
and seated. My mum was a great one for feeding everyone who visited like
they were starving refugees. Little Symon was a mouse, he only spoke when
spoken to it and was clear that his dad was very different to mine, it must
have been the uniform. I thought Lychenko Senior was a dickhead but what do
I know, he might have had a heart of gold. In the end we unpacked Symon's
gear from the car not that he had a lot but he had a dirt bike strapped on
the back which was a relief, at least he had wheels and could get around. I
took him into my room to settle him in whilst the dads and mum chatted over
a midday drink, he just stood there shell shocked. I suppose it was a bit
of a surprise as dad used my bedroom for storing all his videos, tapes and
all his photographic gear. My bed was buried under comics and magazines and
the whole place looked pretty much like the local rubbish tip.

'Where's the bed?' He asked in a very small voice.

'There,' I pointed to a mound of bedding and cast off clothing. 'We're
sharing.'

'Oh.' He looked at me as if I was Ivan the Terrible of maybe Vlad the
Impaler, one of those not so nice guys anyway. 'Together,' his voice rose
into a squeak.

'That's what sharing means, kiddo. Bed or floor,' I grinned. 'Your choice.'

That was it, I'd already cleared him out cupboard space and I suppose we
could have a tidy up. It just didn't cross my mind that other kids might
have bedrooms as bedrooms, I was so used to the mess I never gave it a
second thought.

'You like videos?' He smiled at long last, then again it may have been an
attempt at a joke.

'My dad does them and sells them,' I told him. 'But it's a secret if you
know what I mean.'

'Gotcha,' he nodded knowingly. Every Ukrainian's a crook from an early age
in case you didn't know and sidelines-R-Us in a manner of speaking.

'Come on out lads,' my dad was on a roll. He had his bloody camera out and
lined up Symon and his dad, then Symon and me and then mum and it went on
for around half an hour. Lycheno even mustered a smile, he must have known
my dad from old... well, of course he did, what a stupid thing to say. In
the end he was on his way and I saw him slip Symon some money so he
couldn't have been all that bad.

'I'll take Symon for a ride around,' I told the parents. 'Get us out of
your way for a bit.'

'Yeah, fine,' dad waved carelessly. 'Let Symon get out of his longies and
shirt first, he doesn't want to cycle around dressed like a dog's dinner.'
He was right, Symon had jeans and a clean shirt on, not the sort of thing
for dirt biking.

'Come on Sy,' I led him back to my room and plonked down into the only
chair. I think he was a bit embarassed but I pretended not to watch him as
he replaced his shirt with a baggy t-shirt and dropped his clean jeans and
struggled into a huge pair of shorts. I did spot that he had navy blue
briefs on and was so slender and smooth that I popped a stiffy which I had
to disguise.

I suppose I should say here and now that I'm not a perv and I should have
explained it earlier. I just like boy's bodies more than girl's. I don't go
around having sex with boys neither have I got a boyfriend or anything gay
like that. I just prefer boys and Symon was bloody nice even if he was four
years younger than myself and built like a wire coathanger. Having said all
that crap I had shared wankies with friends but no more that that, well, a
circle jerk once but that was after a few cans over on our island but more
of that later.

We cycled from our place onto the sandy area between us and the river, the
weather was nice and hot but with a slight breeze that rippled the water
and was probably appreciated by the people out in their little sail
boats. Symon was well pleased, at least he was beginning to relax a bit
more and smile. Of course I wanted to get him stripped off and in the water
but it was early days yet. I think he nearly passed out when we passed our
first little group of boys and girls in their birthday suits but after I
explained that this was a 'free range' he was OK. I told him that my pals
and I usually stripped off and mingled but he didn't seem too keen. I could
appreciate that and going from basic houseguest to outright nudist in one
jump was a bit too much plus he probably had a willy to go with his build,
tiny I mean. Still, we'd get there with a little help from my friends I was
quite sure, I took him down to the boat yard and showed off my dad's sailer
and our skiff and the dhingy which was in the shed.

I also took him to the little shop they had for the nudeys and we had cold
drinks and just wandered about after sitting for a while surveying the
passing bottoms. It was quite funny really, the guys from the water works
just strolled about in their work gear and the nude kids ran around between
them. Neither group took a blind bit of notice of the other.

'Your dad seems a bit strict.' I suppose I was being a bit critical but I
thought I'd mention it.

'Nah,' he laughed like a little pixy (if you can imagine it). 'He goes all
military when he gets his reserve uniform on, Senior Lieutenant this and
Senior Lieutenant that, he's usually pretty laid back. When mum died a
couple of years back he was really sad for six months or so but he's coming
back to life now. Even goes out now and then with a girl from the office.'

'New mum?' I really felt like a wally, I didn't know what to say.

'Could be,' he grinned. 'She's quite nice, keeps bringing me sweets and
goodies.'

'She's serious then,' I laughed. 'My dad runs this place,' I pointed to the
waterworks down the beach about two kilometres or so. 'His main hobby is
photography, he takes pictures of everything so you can expect to be well
snapped by the time you go home. I'll show you some on the laptop later.'

'You've got your own computer?' He seemed surprised.

'No but dad's more or less given up on the little one, me and my pals play
games on it, he uses the big one which I'm not supposed to touch as it has
all his work stuff on it.'

'What's with all the tapes and stuff in your room?' His voice dropped as if
the KGB were around the corner.

'He copies a load of stuff and sells it on but keep quiet about that, OK?'

'Yeah, yeah.' I think the faint wiff of something illegal was turning him
on as he was really opening up, he actually took the tent of a t-shirt
off. Jeez, I just wanted to cuddle him, he was built like a little
sparrow. I had mixed feelings, reason told me that he was eleven and a
small eleven at that and he probably had a willy like a child but I wanted
to see and I wanted to do other things.

'Whassup, Doc?' He made like Bugs Bunny, the Ukrainiane version that is.

'Just thinking deep thoughts, Little Brother.'

'I like that,' he giggled. 'Little Brother, very Russian, my dad won't
speak Russian in the house.'

'Pick and mix around here,' I laughed and it was. Some spoke Ukrainian,
some Russian but most the bastard language Surzhyk which is a
Russo/Ukrainian mix and that has variations just to confuse things. As we
talked we went from Russian to Ukrainian and back again, most of my mates
did and it just depended on the mood. Nearly all my pals spoke some degree
of English which was the 'highly encouraged' foreign language at school as
well being the main means of communication in the European Union which we
were desperate to join.

'Come on, Sy. If we cycle back a bit my mates have set up an obstacle
course, it's fun.'

'They around?'

'I think most of them have gone upto the top dunes down the way a bit, they
spy on the nudey girls.'

'What for?'

'You'll know when you get older,' I ruffled his short hair which he seemed
to keep extra long at the back. He just gave me a grin and picked his bike
up, he might only be eleven but he wasn't dumb of that I was sure.

We found the obstacle course that friends and myself had made and after a
gentle run around with Symon we then began to take it at speed. He was good
for a shrimp and I was quite impressed. I didn't tell him as I didn't want
him getting big headed but we both came off a couple of times and in the
end grazed and slightly bloodied we called it a day.

'You nearly got the kiss of life there,' I remarked when he and his bike
parted company for the last time.

'Cheeky,' he giggled. 'That hurts,' he whinged when he got to his feet, the
bike was a bit bashed but nothing that a good hammering wouldn't sort out.

'We'd better go home and get you bathed and fed.'

'I'm not a child you know,' he looked at me. 'I am eleven.'

'Sorry, sir,' I laughed and we mounted up and were off. This time I fell
behind partly to see if he could find his way back and partly to watch his
sweet little bottom wriggle on his saddle. Sweaty and no doubt sweet. God,
I was turning into a pervo.

Of course I got some hassle from mum as if I'd been set on killing little
Symon. Symon wisely kept his mouth shut and I got all the flak although I
promised myself I'd have revenge sooner or later. The first little taste
was when mum told him to have a bath as his grazes 'could kill', I'm not
too sure how they could actually kill the brat and my lumps and bumps were
ignored. My dad kept well clear and even had the sense to keep his camera
out of the way. My master plan clicked as Symon went to bathe. I knew he
couldn't lock the door as the lock was knackered but he didn't so I staged
a barge in half way through claiming a need to pee.

'Eeek,' he gave a shrill squeal as I barged in and covered his groin with
the sponge. He was standing and immediately sat in the water as I came in
but not before I got a flash of his naked, soapy sheened body and pert
little white bottom prior to the splash.

'Don't worry, I've got one as well,' I tried to stiffle my laughter.

'I'm not used to visitors in the bathroom,' he mumbled.

'God knows how you're going to handle bed.' I gave him that thought to be
getting on with. 'I'll show you how the laptop works after supper.'

'Cheers.'

'Give us a flash then,' I stood there daring him.

'Bugger off,' his voice rose again and I left him to it, I'd get there in
the end.

After the evening meal we settled in my room, mum and dad were watching the
television which was the usual crap of game shows and we left them to it.

Dad had reminded me and I'd have to brief Symon that the Czech Zevro was
visiting again. This time he'd have a mate and two German boys with
him. He'd be taking photographs, filming and probably staying ten days or
so. I remembered the last time and recalled that he did like the nudes and
jumping around pictures, you know the stuff, swinging from trees and
splashing about in the water... the 'good clean fun sort of thing', well,
dad saw to that anyway.

'Let's have a look at your dad's pictures,' Symon suggested and I was happy
to go that way. Dad loved his swimming shots and maybe half naked boys with
clinging underpants and speedos might turn my little room mate on a bit. He
was fascinated, I don't think he'd seen that many boys before. When I did
the actual naturist ones he sat bug eyed watching a never ending parade of
boy's bottoms, dicks and young girls tits. 'Whew, warm in here isn't it?'

'A lot of them are Zervo's from last year, he does the nudes. Dad's more
into the snapshot type stuff.'

'Yeah,' Symon glanced at me. 'You'll have to tell me more about this
guy... later.'

'Take some clothes off,' I suggested. I didn't know if he was getting hot
and bothered looking at the neverending pictures or it was the room which
tended to get warm anyway. It was one of the rare rooms in the house that
didn't have a window due to my dad having had an extension built which
neatly took care of any natural light or ventilation for that matter.

He was still in his baggy shorts and shed his sandals and then flung that
damn great t-shirt of his amongst the other junk on the bed, he gave me a
bright smile and lay down in front of me as I in turn disposed of my
shirt. I was getting a semi stiffy but managed to hide it as by then I'd
also gone onto baggy shorts. He was so thin, I had the feeling that if a
gave him a cuddle I'd snap him, the thought of actually doing something
dirty receded somwhat, he was so childlike and I may have been a boy
fancier but not a child lover.

'Why does your dad take all these pictures?'

'He's a maniac, that's why,' I laughed and he giggled. 'Short answer is I
don't know, he sends some of the decent ones to sites and passes the nudey
ones to Clubs and the like.' To be perectly honest I had no idea why my dad
took so many pictures but he was into everything, copying videos, printing
wedding pictures he even had a portfolio of Water Board machinery published
somewhere. A man of many talents my dad and all of them apparently useless
although we had a couple of boats and a decent car so he must be 'making'
as they say.

'That's a nice one,' he grinned at me and I could see he was having a bit
of a laugh at my expense. The picture was one of me in my wet boxers and
all I had was just about visible. I was as good as naked.

'Well, you're sleeping with it tonight.' That shut him up.

'What time do we have to go to bed.' This came fifteen minutes and about a
hundred pictures later.

'About eleven,' I replied looking at my watch. 'It's holiday so we can stay
up later but mum and dad wind down around midnight anyway.'

'Mmmm,' he grinned clearly pleased. 'Dad makes me go to bed around ten... I
can stay up later if there's a film on though.'

'Go to bed when you like,' I stretched out confident now I had gone soft
down below. I sometimes just lay there catching up on my comics until dad
comes in and switches off the light, it saves me getting out of bed because
it gets a bit cold in here later on.'

'It's warm now,' he contradicted me.

'Now it is, you wait until later. Get in if you want to.' I'd realised that
he'd done a fair bit of travelling and with the move down the poor little
sod was probably knackered. He was. He looked at the bed in dismay until I
leapt up and cleared all the magazines, clothing and other junk off and
then it looked quite the thing. I plumped the cushions up and waved my hand
in an invitation. 'Your bed, sire!'

'Thank you,' he mumbled and then very self conciously dropped his long
shorts and slipped into bed clad only in his little briefs that looked
hardly larger that one of my dad's handkerchiefs. His tiny lump and his
tight little arse drew my eyes like magnets, I could feel my penis
thickening again, he had the body of a skinny undernourished little angel.

I was still messing around with the laptop when my dad finally popped his
head around the door and sighting Symon's recumbent form motioned me to bed
down, he silently nodded good night and that was it. I shucked off my gear
and just wearing my boxers switched the lights off and got into
bed. Cautiously I snuggled in withdrawing as if burned when I felt Symon's
body brush against mine. Stationing myself a few inches away I settle down
for sleep. I must have lay there for around half an hour befiore tiredness
finally took it's toll and I dropped off.

I don't know what time it was when I awoke next, the room was dark but
there was a warm body snuggled up alongside me and I could feel the warm
fan of breath on my chest. My little boy had come home to roost. Well, he'd
cuddled up tight anyway. My feet touched his and his little trotters were
freezing. I turned my back on him not trusting myself and not wishing to
spear him with my hardon and I felt him move, the sly little sod was awake.

'Mmmm...' He was pretending to be alseep but his breath was irregular, he
was about to make a move and he did. He moved in close and tight and I felt
his warm chest on my back and then his cold little feet on mine leeching my
heat and one thing more... I could feel a little hard spike prodding me in
the back of my boxers. I grinned in the dark and let him cosy up, there
were worst ways to sleep believe me and I didn't think it too likely that
he'd attempt rape unfortunately.

This was all about timing and some while later when I felt that he'd
probably slipped into a genuine slumber I slowly and carefully turned over
to face him and then every so slowly a centimeter at a time slid my arm
around him and held him loosely around his bony shoulders. He gave a
contented snuffle like a small dog and I felt his smooth cheek press
against my chest.

'You're hard,' he whispered.

'Can't help it,' I whispered back after I got over my surprise.

'Thinking about the girlfriend,' he gave a little giggle and I'm sure he
pressed his bare leg against my cotton covered erection.

'Haven't got one,' I lay perfectly still in the dark.

'Good,' I felt his arm move across and rest on my belly. I was in a fix, he
was tantalising me, didn't he realise. 'You're so smooth,' his hot breath
fanned my chest and his lips just gave me the suggestion of a little
kiss... just a suggestion you understand but it was enough.

'Be careful, Symon,' I croaked.

'Why?' He giggled and this time he was a bit louder, he was fully awake.
'I saw the way you looked at me earlier on today...'

'Dunno what you mean.'

'Yes, you do, Pavlo. You know exactly what I mean.' This time his hand
moved across my belly up and down and pausing at the waistband of my
boxers. 'Poor Pavlo,' he whispered and this time rubbed his crotch up
agaimnst mine and I could feel his stiff noodle press against mine. 'That
is so big.' I think it was then that I nearly passed out, both his small
hands came down between us and he grasped my solid flesh outlining it
within my boxers. 'So big,' he hissed.

I lost it, I reached out and clasped him tightly slipping my hands down his
back and inside the top of his tight briefs cupping his small boy's bum
firmly savouring the smoothness and the texture of his firm little bottom.

'That's better,' he purred contentedly and slowly moved against me pressing
against my cock and giving my chest little butterfly kisses. This kid was a
little perv, his hands were now moving my penis inside my boxers and then
his one hand slipped inside and grasped my hot flesh. 'Mmmmm... so big,' he
repeated his mantra. 'Big Pavlo,' he chuckled as I slipped his briefs down
allowing his hot little cock free and allowing me to cup his tiny little
cherubic buttocks.

'Gawd,' I moaned. This was the first night and we had a whole two weeks to
go. I had to bend to kiss him on the forehead but I felt him move and his
lips found mine hungrily and savagely, well, about as savage as a rabbit
but never mind. I understand rabbits like sex and I rolled onto my back
taking him over on top so that he was laying on my belly. He shuffled upto
continue the kiss and his bare legs and smooth thighs clamped on my cock
which was now poking through the hole in my boxers.

'Nice,' he whispered and gently moved as I stroked his back and caressed
his tight yet soft bottom. This was almost child molestation but I was past
caring, he'd started it and I'd finish, there would be no mercy now.

I fucked upwards between his legs and he clamped harder and harder, I'd
never fucked anyone but I felt like I was doing it now. Yeah, I know it
sounds weird but I felt like I was fucking someone properly and it was
happening. I could feel my balls tight and my hardness get even harder if
that was possible.

'Yeah, go on,' he grunted and the sweat now beading his brow dripped on me
as we held this incredibly tight embrace and I felt my climax arrive. God
alone knows how I didn't crack his ribs but I was past caring now. I felt
the searing surge and then the pumping and burning as three or four mightly
splats surged from my cock and flew up in the air. 'Pavlo, Pavlo,' he
squealed amd giggled burying his face in the crook of my neck. 'You
dirty...'

'What's up,' I moved slower now feeling my still hard meat slipping beween
his cum coated thighs.

'It landed on my back and bum,' he grinned but I could feel it on my hands
and on his smooth applelike cheeks. I smeared it and rubbed it in as he
wriggled I even managed to work one finger into his little crack but he
clamped tight. No way was I getting onto his hole but I knew now what I
wanted. This was the dirtiest I'd ever got but this kid was willing, he'd
demostrated that clearly enough and we had a long holiday ahead of
us... the main thing was I had a target and he sat on it. As they say in
the films, his arse was grass and I was the mower man (I like that one).

'Sorry about that,' I mumbled, I was now into the embarassment phase. To be
honest I was ashamed and proud of myself at the same time, very confusing
but he seemed to take it all in his stride. He slipped from me gingerly and
grabbing a towel threw it at me and lay on his belly. 'You can wipe me off
and you can play with my bottom if you want.'

'That's incredibly generous of you,' I laughed taken aback just a little
bit by his cheek.

'I know,' he sighed dramatically as if steeling himself for an ordeal and
lay there opening his legs just a little parting his buttocks enough to see
the dark spot in the centre of the shadow.

'You've got a beautiful bum,' I muttered,. I know I spoke like a girl but
what the hell, he knew me by now and he also knew my dirty secret. I wiped
my cum off his flanks and from his back until he was clean and then balled
the trowel slinging it amongst the rubbish, I could smuggle it into the
laundry later. 'Beautiful,' I repeated kissing one smooth orb and then the
other and then in a moment of madness driftled the point of my tongue from
the bottom of his crack to his tailbone.

'That's nice,' he slurred and opened his legs just a trifle more. I kissed
him again and ran my tongue deeper and this time he gave a little
whine. 'You've got to pay for that,' he giggled and quickly turned
over. His little spike stuck up on his belly fully erect and a meaty little
treat it was. I couldn't guess a measurement but his flippy floppy foreskin
was just about gone and his little pink glans gleamed just visible peeping
from it's tightly stretched hood. I couldn't resist, I grasped it and took
the covering skin down and clear leaving his beautiful little knob fully
exposed. 'Go on,' he whispered.

I sank my mouth over his warm cocklet taking it right into the back of my
throat and rubbing my nose against his smooth belly. Reaching under his
body I clasped his soft cheeks pulling him into myself and slowly moved my
head up and down sucking his hard and twitching noodle. He lay limp and
motionless for a moment playing with my hair and then starting fucking up
into my mouth, I clasped his little cheeks as they tensed never imagining
for one minute that he'd achieve anything other tham a twitch or two but
suddenly he went frantic grabbing my head and shagging like a rancid little
rabbit.

'Oh, oh, oh...' he gasped and then I felt his boy's cock seem to harden
even more and then it jerked and I felt the salty splay of cum inside my
mouth. Another moan and then another tiny dribble and he flopped.

'Mmmm...' I smacked my li[ps and squeezed his dick like an empty tootpaste
tube and saw an oooze of almost transparent cum dribble from the
end. 'Nice,' I ducked my head and sucked the mess of the end off his dick
and watched it relax.

'Dirty bugger,' he giggled and pulled the bedding over us. 'Do you like me,
Pav?'

'Of course I do. I don't go around sucking people I don't like.'

'Good. I don't let people I don't like shag me,' he grinned and cuddled
up. That, as they say, is a conversation stopper. We slept in each others
arms and were still huddled under the bedding in tandem when my mother came
into wake us in the morning.

Talk about caught in the act and she didn't say a word. Well, she did: 'You
can get your own breakfast... and tidy up this room before you disappear
for the day.' That told us!

We were generally wrecking the kitchen when dad walked in and made himself
tea. 'I can drop you off at The Seagull if you want. I have a day
surveying.'

'Really,' I laughed. 'The whole day?'

'Well, if I tow the dhingy you can paddle back when you like. Take some
food and a couple of big waters. 'Oh, yeah. Take some sun tan stuff for
Symon, he's not as tough as you.'

'Yes I am,' Symon scowled and my dad laughed.

'Skinwise, Symon. You're lighter than Pavlo. He's got a skin like leather.'

'Cheers, dad.' I was in motion. 'Take your trunks or we can skinny dip out
there,' I told Symon and started to raid the fridge and swag some other
stuff. The Seagull was what we called our little local island for some
reason and it was great. It was about two kilometres offshore, we could
sunbath and splash around in the sheltered cove and it was all completely
private. It belonged to the Water Board but they didn't use it. The campers
and suchlike didn't bother unless they had decent dhingies, they'd never
trust their kids it was just too far offshore.

Symon rushed into our bedroom and a couple of minutes later he came back
dragging rather lairy Bermudas over tight black trunks, my hands were
shaking as I watched him from the corner of my eye. A whole day in
isolation with little Symon, anything could happen.

Fifteen minutes later we were trudging down to the boathouse where dad's
assistant was perched on the motor launch with all their little flasks and
bottles.

'Tie our dhingy on the stern, Pavlo,' dad went into his sailor mode and
watched as I and Symon dragged our own rubber boat out, this was the family
one and was quite large but easily manageable by two healthy boys. I used
to paddle over with my pals but being towed was better. Symon was like a
big kid, well, then again he was a big kid and this was all a bit of an
adventure for him. His dad must have been a strange one, Symon should be a
lot more used to water being a Water Board brat.

'Put all the stuff in the dhingy,' I ordered Symon. 'I'm captain for the
day.'

'Big head.'

'That's not all that's big,' I dropped my voice.

'Big head and conceited,' he gave a little smirk

Half an hour later we were beached and dad and his mate were off taking
samples. I knew they'd take their time but he wouldn't bother about us. I'd
often been abandoned with my friends and we always got back safely even if
we did return with the dhingy upside down once. Of course, dad had to
linger and take some pictures of us in our swimwear before going about his
business.

'You got your own island,' Symon wondered as we sat on some scattered rocks
looking back to the beach and the holidaymakers gradually coming out to
worship our summer sun.

'It's not actually ours,' I laughed. 'But the holiday people aren't allowed
on here officially but no one cares. It's too far for the adventurous ones,
that's why I liked the tow. With the currents it's easier getting back than
getting here so don't swim out too far. An inbound current makes it nice
and safe for the little ones.'

'Right, gotcha,' he fished a tiny crab from pool. Too much crap up our
end,' he said sadly and I guessed he was talking about the pollution and
dodgy stuff coming downstream from Chernobyl. By the time it got south of
Kiev it would have been filtered and cleansed beyound comparison. 'So,
captain... gonna show me around your little empire.'

'Come, little one.' Showing him around was easy, there was nothing to
show. One small island with sand and gravel on the inshore side and
scattered rocks on the other then the long reach to the opposite shore. It
was grassed but there were no animals although Symon was playing explorers
or maybe big game hunters. There were three or four trees in the centre
making a little shaded area and it was elevated enough under the trees to
keep an eye on anyone nearing the place. In fact, this was the place I'd
had my first circle jerk with my pals.

'Going to be hot today,' Symon plucked at his long shorts. For some reason
he'd decided to splash around in them, more sensibly I'd already stripped
to my classsy white costume which although looking like boxers were much
tighter,. My mum said they were disgusting as they showed off all my bits
when they were wet. My dad reckoned they were girl traps, poor man. I had
as much interest in girls as I had in sheep and I wasn't a farmer or a
Russian (English readers should translate Russian into Welshman or Kiwi).

Symon mumbled something about drying his shorts and hung them over a low
branch. He looked much better in his black trunks showing off his tight
little bottom and a bit of a bulge, He was so sweet, I was salivating.

'I'm still a bit tired after you mucking around last night,' he moaned and
flopped out onto one of the big towels.

'Cheeky,' I grinned and lay alongside him. It was nice up on the little
rise and it was quite hot, it would get hotter as the day wore on but we
had shade and we had cool water to splosh around in, what more could we
want.

'You're not too tired are you,' I whispered running a finger down his
smooth gently rounded belly.

'Not really,' he giggled and got to his feet. 'Come on, race ya!' He was
off like a spindly legged young colt and I was off after him. We must have
spent and hour in and out of the water. The home shore got busier but we
were left alone, I kept him out of the deep water because of the current
but that would only drag him to the home beach, the trouble was that unless
you were a good swimmer you'd never get back.

'Gerroff,' he yelled as I dunked him for the umpteenth time. 'Bully.'

'This is bully,' I shouted and grasping him behind the back and under the
legs grabbed him and staggerd up the small beach into our little nook and
dumped him on the towel. 'This is what you call bullying,' I dropped my
head and nuzzled at his wet trunks front and centre.

'Stop it, stop it,' he squealed. 'I like it.'  Suddenly he lay still and I
felt his hands on my head playing with my wet hair. 'You ever fucked a boy,
Pav?'

'No,' I glanced up his body and sucked his little rounded belly button but
gently handled his wet groin. I could feel the softenness within
hardening. 'I'm still waiting for my first lover.'

'You've done other things though?'

'Yeah, nothing serious.'

'Fancy anyone?' He looked at me and I knew what I had to say, I had to say
what he wanted to hear, I could see it in his eyes. I moved up alongside
him and kissed him on his nose.

'Yeah, Sy... you.' Then I kissed him on his sweet lips and to my delight I
felt his hand on the back of my neck pulling me in tighter.

'Those swimmers of yours look awful,' he whispered.

'I thought they were pretty cool.' I retorted slightly miffed.

'Get 'em off,' he growled and then reached out clinging to me like one of
those little crab things. 'Get 'em off,' he repeated. Well, I did but I
also managed to get him naked as well. He did help out by the way and we
lay down on the scanty grass fully naked on our thick towels. 'That's
better,' he sighed and relaxed in my arms.

'Right,' I grinned. 'Dad said I had to put lotion on you, we don't want to
let you get burnt.'

'Sounds iffy,' he grinned and moved away a little laying out spread out
like a star fish. 'So... oil me.'

I had a hurried rake about in the bags looking for the oil and found it. A
nice long squirt of the white stuff from just under his chin all the way
down to his noodle and I was in work. I crouched astride his narrow chest
aware of his stiffy glancing across my bum and mine bouncing on his chest,
I oiled his shoulders and under his arms, then down onto his narrow chest
and his sides. As I moved down I first sat on his hardness giving a little
wiggle and then moved down further so that I was astride his knees. I
massaged the oil into his soft yielding waist and then his smooth belly and
then onto a handful of stiff cock and squishy scrotum.

'Aaah...' he moaned as I moved his foreskin up and down exposing his coral
pink glans and then down between his legs probing under and he obligingly
lifted his middle a bit until I had his little buttocks in my oiled
hands. It was time. I moved down a little more and took his oiled cock into
my mouth, at least the suntan lotion didn't taste too bad and his firm
young meat tasted wonderful. As he had before he started to fuck into my
mouth but this time I was prepared and lubed. I slipped one finger between
his tight little cheeks and scored in one. 'Aaaaah...' he shrilled but I
was in him thrusting into his tight little hole deep into his inner warmth
and sucking away like a madman. He couldn't fight it, he subsided onto my
finger and just lay there moaning and writhing as I felt around inside him
and took his hard meat deep into my throat. 'I'm cuming,' he yelled and
rammed up hard into my mouth and this time there were definite jets. Two of
them, slippery and sweetly slimy and he flopped onto my finger still deep
in his fanny. 'Oh, Pav...' he sighed and smiled tiredly as I covered his
lips with mine transferring his boy cum into his mouth. 'I taste nice,' he
giggled. 'Yeuchy but nice.'

'Sugar and spice and all things nice.' I grinned. 'Symon, I want...'

'Don't hurt me,' he'd read my mind and wriggling free from my finger rolled
onto his belly. 'Oil my back.'

I didn't believe what I'd heard, had he invited me, had he not. I decided
to go for it. I did the same sort of squirt on his back as I'd one on his
front. From his neck all the way down to his tailbone, his crack and his
pure white bottom. Virginal I suppose but not for long assuming things went
to plan. I rubbed the glop into his shoulders like I was massaging and
squeezed and kneaded his flesh.

'Mmmm...' he relaxed as I went down his back to his hips and moving back a
bit got between his legs and rubbed the lotion on his little buttocks as
tight as fresh apples. The more I rubbed the oil in the more he relaxed and
his muscles eased. The great adventure had begun. I opened my legs which
forced his apart and I slowly and ever so gently ran my fingers into his
cleft annointing and brushing against his little ring. He flinched and
tightened up again but once more relaxed as I squirted some more of the
white gunk into his crack and delved deeper. I slipped a finger in and he
didn't move this time even when I made gentle fucking motions right into my
knuckle. 'That is so weird,' he giggled and pushed his tiny bottom up a
little. I smeared some of my precum fron my knob and rubbed it into his
crack, if I didn't get a fuck at least my sperm had gone inside him. 'Try
two fingers,' he suggested but his voice shook just a little.

I did as he asked and he groaned a little but as soon as I had two fingers
inside and his ring stretched or eased just that little bit he was OK,
three of four ninutes later I made my final move. I leant over him and
kissed each tight and slippery fleshy orb.

'Do it,' he ordered and I grinned, he was giving all the orders and I was
supposed to be the seducer but no matter. I was going to take his cherry
and he seemed resigned to it... no he didn't, he seemed quite happy with
it. Weird kid for a supposed virgin, still we could sort that out later.

I gave one final stir of the pot feeling his ring tight around my fingers
but easier and maybe stretched more. I peeped, of course I did. As I
slipped my fingers free his black hole and it was black closed slowly, I
glimpsed a hint of inner red and the pucker sealed with sun tan lotion
oozing. Not wanting to waste any more time I got up close with my legs
spreading his and slid my bulging and now freely leaking knob at his ring.

'Slowly,' he warned quite calmly and elevated his bottom just a little. I
pushed forward with my heart in my mouth (think about that), this was my
first time, my first boy, my first of any-bloody-thing and I entered him
easily, so easily I was shocked. There was a slight resistance and then he
clamped on me and groaned. This time it was different, his flesh fought me
and I felt myself opening him up and I saw his fists clenching the
towel. 'Stop, stop.' He muttered.

I froze, I was in a panic, he'd opened up so easily and now this. 'You
alright?' I whispered like I needed to on an island in the middle of a
bloody great river resevoir.

'Take it easy,' he groaned and I felt his body move on me as he did a bit
of a wriggle and he pushed back. 'Go on, big dick.'

I pushed again but this time I withdrew a bit and then pushed again. I was
fucking or I'd started to and as I moved into his slight body deeper and
deeper he seemed to relax and at one stage was pushing up against me. At
last my pubics touched his sweaty flesh and I knew I was almost in. One
final shove from me and a bit of a push from him and my belly lay on his
back.

'On our side,' he grunted and I obliged. Then it began, holding his skinny
body firmly and tightly I began to move inside his incredibly tight heat
and he started to moan and groan but still pushed back all the time until I
settled to a rythm and then he went under again. He went onto his belly and
I plundered his tight little bottom until he pushed us up into a crouch
like a pair of dogs but now he was totally relaxed and open and I was
sliding in and out like a well oiled piston.

At last he said it: 'Harder,' he croaked and I began the final assault on
his little private fortress, his honey pot, his boy fanny... pick a name. I
was shagging his little arse and he was enjoying it. Every time I rammed in
he pushed back until our bodies were meeting in a chorus of sweaty thwacks
and moans and groans from both of us.

'I'm cuming,' I sobbed.

'Thank fuck for that,' he laughed shakily as I wanked at his now
revitalised penis. 'Harder...' This came out as a groan and the shoved back
onto me as I came.

I felt my penis swell and then throb and then almost a pumping as I felt my
searing spunk shoot up my shaft and explode into his body. He sighed and
pushed back harder as I squirted again and then for the third time and then
slowy moved in and out on my own cum shattered and drained. It was the best
ejaculation I could remember upto then and my very first inside anyone let
alone another boy. We slowly subsided onto the towels and I was still in
him limpening but still moving.

'That feels so messy,' he laughed nervously and pushed back onto me again
sealing us together. 'Was it good?'

'Fantastic. Return question... was it good for you?' I felt like an idiot
asking but it was a thing I had to do. If he said it was rotten, filthy and
it hurt he'd have destroyed me but he didn't.

'Yeah, alright I suppose. I'm a bit sore but leave it in.' Christ, this kid
was a mass of contradictions. one minute he was begging me to fuck him
harder then he claimed it was 'alright', I couldn't make him out.

'Mmmmm...' I kissed and nuzzled his sweaty neck and stayed joined.

'Now this is nice,' he craned his head around searching for a kiss. 'We can
do it later without all the mess,' he said quite calmly. 'But I want to do
you as well.'

'No probs.' I was delighted. I wasn't concerned with his three and a bit
inch spike and the thought of doing it in the comfort of our own bed was
getting me hard again.

'Not today though,' he giggled and slid free in a gush of cum. I hastily
mopped his little crack and he had a fit of the giggles but it was one up
on a fit of crying. 'Yeah, it was good,' he whispered avoiding my eyes as
we cuddled on the hard ground. 'It hurt at first but I didn't say
anything.'

'Brave little soldier,' I kissed his sweet lips.

'Brutal rapist,' he countered and looked at me intently. 'Who else do you
play around with? How old are they?'

'Er... Andrij, he's fourteen and away on holiday. Taras and Tomko, they're
brothers one fourteen and one twelve.'

'Which one's twelve?'

'Tomko, a bit bigger than you and and a blonde, Taras is as tall as me and
darker haired.'

'Mmm...'

'Thinking dirty thoughts, little one?'

'Yeah, if one's on holiday it leaves two. Two and two make four.' He looked
cheerful. 'What have you done with them?'

'Nosey.'

'Come on, we are boyfriends, we've done it now.'

'Alright. We'd done a mutual wank on this island...'

'Is that all, did you do each other? Wank each other, I mean.'

'Yeah, I forget,' I waffled not wanting to tell him too much. I did little
Tomko and he did me and I think Taras and Andrij did each other.'

'Great,' he grinned.

'I'll phone them tonight and ask them around tomorrow, they just live by
the store, so they can walk over. If dad's got another day on survey we can
go over the island or worstways have a ride around the dunes.'

'Great,' he snuggled in again. He'd said his bit and it was pretty clear he
wanted to play, the kid was a sex pot but I could use him to open up Taras
and Tomko. They'd still be here after he'd gone home and if he wanted to
use me, well, it cut both ways as long as we both got something from the
deal.

Dad gave us a call on his way back in and we returned shortly after. Symon
had caught the sun a bit and needless to say I got flak for that but he
actually stood up for himself this time so it blew over as these things
do. After supper we retired to my room and spent most of the night on the
computer, Symon was a sucker for pictures of nude boys and it seemed the
bigger the better. After individual baths we settled down, I'd phoned Taras
and Tomko and they would be over after breakfast, we would play the day by
ear and I was expecting great things. I quite fancied Taras who was a
little younger than I was and far smaller than myself but time would tell.

Bedtime came at last but I think we were both a little played out to do
anything to energetic.

'Sleep, little one,' I yawned and stretched in the bed and he clung to me
sighing contentedly.

'Who's this Czech guy and what's he bringing Kraut kids for?'

'Questions, questions.' I groaned. 'Zervo and his pal are coming in a few
days, they take naturist pictures and they're bringing a couple of German
kids to mix'n match with the locals, as easy as that.'

'Do you do stuff for them?'

'I did last year and they'll hardly stay here and not use me... I hope.'

'Do they pay?' I saw his eyes gleam in the half light.

'Yeah, not a lot but it get's you leaping about nudey with pals and that
can always lead to something better.'

'Yeah,' he gave a chuckle that could almost be called evil. 'I wonder if
he'd ask me or am I too young.'

'We'll see,' I cuddled him. 'I think you're sweet anyway.'

'So do I,' he snuggled in and we drifted off.



			    The soap continues.



'God or Goat' ..... 'A boy is a cross between a god and a goat' (Anon)
Sorry about that but I just liked the quotation

Oskar and Tommy heading for Tripolji and Pavlo and Symon waiting. I think
it time for the Germans and Russians to get a bit friendlier.  Woops, don't
forget Taras and Tomko.

Some screencaps and stills of the boys available.

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