Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 11:04:38 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: From Russia with Bear Hugs - 1

From Russia with Bear Hugs

Warning: Except as noted, the following story is a work of fiction.  It is
a fantasy.  It never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This
story contains sex between teenaged boys and/or between a man and a teenage
boy or boys.  The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults
and little children.  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you
are, you already know what you're supposed to do.  Delete this file and
find something else.  If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file
and find something else.  If you're looking for a story that has someone
having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it.

The author retains the copyright for this story.  Placing this story on a
commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that
copyright.

Disclaimer: The author makes no representation that he is any kind of an
authority on the conditions of orphans and the homeless in Russia and
certainly does not mean to imply that those he describes in this story
actually do exist.  He chose the country solely because it goes with the
sound of the boy's name which is, in reality, the name of a once online
friend, who is now missing, that the author genuinely cares for deeply.

Comments to AmateurishWriter@aol.com, pro and con and of a constructive
nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible.  Flamers
will be ignored.


Dedication:

To Micha: I hope this finds you happy and well.  I know you have gone
through some horrible experiences but there are good and kind people in
this world and I'm sure that there is one who is just right for you and you
deserve to have them in your life.  Peace.


Author's Note:

The beginning of this story, up to but not including the point where the
boy and the man exchange first names, is completely true.  It actually
happened.  From then on, however, it is pure fiction.  Totally my fantasy.
Even though I would very much like to provide for someone like this young
man and do have plenty of love, room, time and the where-with-all, I'm
afraid this too is just a fantasy.


Preface

Never had I seen such a boy.  A boy who froze me in my tracks and sent my
heart racing the way Micha did.


Chapter One - A Chance Meeting

I hate those cold rainy days that sometimes come in early spring.
Especially on a Saturday when you'd rather be outside doing something
healthy after a long winter indoors.  But that's what I was faced with on
that Saturday morning in early April when I first saw Micha (Pronounced
Mee` ka.).  I had recently gotten a new iMac and decided that, since this
was the Masters Golf Tournament weekend, I'd go down to the CompStore and
see what golf software they had.

As I walked in the door and headed for the Mac area in the back, a kid
walked right in front of me, cutting me off and taking my breath away.  I
stopped short and followed him with my eyes.  He was gorgeous ... perfect.
A vision.  My knees sagged and my heart raced.  He glanced back as if to
excuse himself for cutting in front of me.  There was a hint of a smile in
reaction to the look on my face and then he moved on.  I had to shake my
head to clear it.  I quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed my
reaction and staring at the boy.  There was no one else that seemed to be
close enough so I looked back.  But, he had vanished.

I scanned over the shelf tops to see if I could spot him but no luck.  I
had to see him again but I couldn't very well go searching the whole store
isle by isle.  Sighing, I continued on to the Mac software area.  I wound
my way through the isles trying to commit his description to memory.  It
was surprising how much I had taken in in the fleeting moment that he had
been in view.

He couldn't have been more than 4' 8" to 4' 10" tall and a tad husky but
not at all chubby.  He was somewhere between just 12 or maybe just 13, it
was very hard to tell.  What I liked most was that he was one of those kids
that clearly took pride in his appearance.  He was very neat and trim.
Everything fit just right, not baggy like most kids and not too tight like
back in the 70's.  The way he dressed was perhaps my favorite for a boy.
He had on the latest popular footwear but the best was his choice of faded
or stone washed Levi blue jeans and matching Levi jacket along with a white
golf shirt complete with popular golf manufacturer's logo.

He had medium brown hair that he wore casual with no part and short to
medium length.  The kind of hair that always falls into place.  His
roundish face was lightly tanned with early spring sun though his cheeks
were flushed with pink, I think from the cold rainy weather outside.  His
lips were red and full with his adolescence.  He wore old-fashioned looking
wire rimmed glasses over a nose in perfect proportion to his face.  I
didn't see his eyes long enough but if they were the blue of his faded
jeans and jacket he would indeed be perfect, at least in my eyes.  I had to
see him again, just had to.  I couldn't believe that fate would have him
cross my path and not give me enough time to enjoy his striking boyish
handsomeness.

I had been concentrating so hard on remembering his looks that I missed my
isle and had to back track.  I chuckled at myself, thinking that he had
probably been on his way out anyway.  I walked passed the office software
section and got distracted by some items there.  Then I went around to the
counter to ask a question and back to the shelves to look for the golf
games.  I found one and read the box.  It looked good but was so cheap that
I thought it might be too good to be true, so I looked at another.

As I started to read the second box I heard a soft adolescent voice with an
intriguing accent. "Excuse me."  I stepped back to let the person pass in
front of me.  It was him!

He walked about two steps past me and began looking at the sci-fi games.
Then he bent over to take one off the bottom shelf and I glanced at his
butt.  It was so nice it made me stare and as he straightened up, I think
he noticed.  I blushed deeply and quickly looked back at the golf games,
one in each hand and pretended to concentrate.

He turned towards me slipping his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
They stretched the perfectly fitting pants tight across the very beginnings
of a bulge.  I kept my nose pointed at the golf game nearest him but moved
my eyes so I could see his crotch better.  The thumb on his left hand
appeared to move up and down inside his pocket, perhaps softly rubbing
himself.

His melodiously accented adolescent voice broke the silence again. "The one
for less dollars is the better one.  I know because I have played them
both".

I looked up again with my face flushed in embarrassment at the possibly of
having been caught looking.  "Huh?  Oh?  W-which?" I stammered in surprise.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and placed it on my left hand
that was holding the game nearest him.  "This one by Jack Nicklaus.  I
think you will find that I am correct."

What I liked first was his hand on mine.  It was warm from having been in
his pants and against his body.  Second, I nearly sighed out loud as I
looked into two of the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen.  A blue that
matched his jeans perfectly.  Everything was so perfect about him.  To this
day I can't find the words to do justice to his looks that morning
... clean cut ... squeaky clean ... well ... perfect.  Even his accent
added to the seductive affect.

He smiled at me as if he could read my mind and removed his hand.  But, he
didn't just lift it off mine, he slowly slid it away so that the fingertips
lingered, sliding down my wrist.  Almost as if he didn't want to give up
touching me any more than I wanted to stop feeling his touch.  However, I
knew that was all in my mind.  We stood there in silence for a second or
two just looking at one another.  It was so natural, not awkward at all.

I caught myself again and spoke up.  "Thank you for your suggestion.  Do
you play golf?"  I pointing to the logo on the left breast of his shirt.
My hand trembled as I nearly touched him there.

"Very little but I love it" he answered.  "Mostly I watch it on TV, when I
get the chance.  The Masters is on today and I love watching Jack
Nicklaus."

"Ah, the Golden Bear."

He looked puzzled.  "I'm sorry.  I don't understand."

I smiled.  "That would be before your time.  It is his nickname from when
he first started playing on the tour.  He was stockier then and had longer
golden blond hair."  I pointed to one of the the pictures on the box.

The boy nodded.  "It is a good nickname, I like it.  It will be good to
watch him today."

"Yes, it will.  It starts at 3 PM.  I hope it's not raining down there like
here.  I thought I'd make it a total golf weekend seeing the forecast is so
bad for us here.  That's why I'm buying the game"

Again we fell into a moment of silence but this time I felt that he didn't
want the exchange to end.  He seemed to be searching for something more to
say.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Micha.  What's yours?"

"John" I said.  "It's very nice to meet you Micha."  I stretched out my
hand to shake and felt his small hand firmly squeeze mine.  It was soft and
warm.  "I like your name.  With your accent you must be Russian.  Are you
visiting?"

"No.  I'm an orphan and was homeless in Russia.  An organization here in
America brought many of us over here.  It has been so hard since the end of
the Soviet Union."

"Oh."  I was at a loss as to how to react.  Some people thought that we
meddled too much in other country's business and internal problems.

"It's the best thing that ever happened to me."  He said, taking me off the
hook that he didn't know I was on.  "The only thing better would be for me
to be adopted."

"Cool.  I guess we do some things right then" I chuckled.  And he chuckled
back.  "You seem like a nice boy, I'm sure someone will come along who will
adopt you."

He blushed and thanked me then nervously added, "May I ask a favor of you?"
He looked a little uneasy.

"Ask away."

"I am very embarrassed.  I walked over here to the store before it started
to rain so hard and I will get very wet going back.  Could you give me a
ride?"

"Well Micha, you should be careful taking rides from strangers but it's the
least I can do in return for your advice about the golf game."

"Cool." He said with a touch more excitement than I would have expected.
His use of the word cool was cute.  "I live a couple blocks the other side
of the golf range just off Main Street on Franklin.  I go to the range
often."

"Well, that will work out fine.  I have a house on the street three blocks
this side of the driving range.  But Micha?"

"Yes?"  He looked up at me nervously.

"If the golf game sucks I'll have to drive you back here on the next rainy
day and leave you to walk home."  He looked at me questioningly and then
broke into a shy smile.  We both giggled and headed for the checkout line.

"You didn't find what you wanted?"  I asked.

"No, I found it but I can't pay that much.  The home can't let us buy too
many things."

"Oh, I understand.  So, you must live in the orphans' home on Franklin."  I
paid and we dashed out through security to my car in the pouring rain.

As we drove toward the golf range we fell into another few moments of
silence.  Then my street came into view.  "That's my house down there on
the left just past the fire hydrant."

"I know.  Ah, I mean, ah, I-I know your street.  I have walked there a few
times.  Sometimes I walk the long way home from the golf range.  I like
seeing your American homes and families.  It is so different from Russia.
Different even from the home here."

We reached Franklin and I turned into the entrance of the orphans' home.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Micha.  Thanks again for your advice on the
golf game.  Now to see if I can figure it out."

"You are most welcome and thank you for the ride.  I enjoyed meeting you as
well."  He was a very well mannered boy.

"Oh, enjoy the Masters on TV and maybe I'll see you at the golf range."

"Yes, I hope I see you again too and soon."  He dashed up the steps and
waved as I drove out.

Next: Chapter Two - Surprise visit