Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 19:22:18 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: From Russia with Bear Hugs - 5

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.

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Disclaimer: The author makes no representations that he is any kind of an
authority on adoption, here or from Russia, 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 that the author genuinely cares for deeply.

Comments to AmateurishWriter@aol.com, pro and con and of a constructive
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Near the end of Chapter Four:

My resistance and good judgment slipped away into the hot waters and the
spring night.  All I could do was say to myself that I would only follow
his lead.  I would not initiate anything.  He moved up and over me.  His
face was even with mine but it was so dark I couldn't make out his
expression.  He came closer and his lips brushed my cheek.  I longed to let
passion rein but just slipped my other arm around him and he moved his lips
to mine.  It was a tender, soft and totally chaste kiss, void of experience
and seemingly full of innocence.  He pulled back just breaking it and then
he kissed me again and I kissed back but trying to keep it under control.
There was no opening of mouths or exploring tongues.  It was truly a sweet
and loving kiss.

I felt as well as heard a deep soft sigh as if years of pent up need was
being satisfied.  But then he wrapped his legs around me and held tight as
I felt his erection press into my stomach.  My own erection, pointing out,
slid up along the crevice of his soft bottom and gently moved in it as he
moved.  I had become extremely aroused and was, amazingly, very close to
cumming.  There was no passionate thrusting on his part, just warm but
urgent contact.  After a few moments of kissing and gently moving against
me, he went rigid and then grunted as his sexual reflexes took control and
he pressed against my stomach in orgasm.  I echoed his groan of release as
I was then shaken by my own.


Chapter Five - Dreams can come true

Micha trembled, even in the hot water of the spa, and buried his face in my
neck.  He cried quietly and I just stroked his back.  Finally his crying
subsided and his breathing slowed and deepened.  He slept.  I stood very
carefully, lifting his small body with me and stepped out of the tub.  He
awakened enough to keep his grip, with both legs and arms, while I stood
for a moment to let the water drain off us.  I walked into the bathroom and
groped in the dark for a couple of towels.  I tried to dry him while he
clung to me and if it weren't for the seriousness of what had just
occurred, I would have been giggling like a kid.  I gave up and gently
rolled him onto the bed and covered him with the sheet.  Then I dried
myself and walked around to my side, climbed in and was sound asleep in
seconds.

A few hours later the rising sun on my face woke me.  I swung my legs off
the edge of the bed and sat up.  I leaned forward with my face in my hands.
What was I going to do?  I had broken the law and spoiled any chances of my
adopting Micha.  I let out a series of soft sobs then I stood and went to
the bathroom.  After a few minutes I came back into the bedroom to check on
him.  I gazed down on that sweet face so peaceful in sleep and wondered
what horrible things he had seen in Russia that he had not yet shared with
me.

I tried to tell myself that what I had allowed to happen in the hot tub I
had done for him, he seemed to need the closeness and release so badly.
But that did little to appease my guilt or soothe the pain I felt from the
realization that now I couldn't adopt him.  The only good that came of
these feelings was the realization that, now that it wasn't possible,
adoption was indeed what I had truly and deeply wanted and needed.  I also
realized that Micha was far more troubled by his previous life in Russia
than he let on.  He needed a more normal and stable family relationship.  A
single gay parent wasn't my idea of that, especially a gay parent who was
attracted to his adopted son.

It was barely 5:40 AM so I slipped back under the sheet and lay on my back
watching the rays of the rising sun through the windows as they lit up the
particles of dust floating in the air.  I wished I could sleep more but it
didn't come.  Micha sighed softly on the other side of the bed and turned
on his side facing me.  His eyes were closed but I saw a tear well up and
slide down his nose and drop on the bed.  It was followed by a little hitch
in his breath and another tear.  His hand was lying on the bed within reach
so I gently covered it with mine.

He took in a small breath, "I spoiled everything didn't I?"

I didn't know what to say but I gently held his hand and rubbed it with my
thumb.

"I couldn't help myself.  I love you so much and almost from when I first
saw you I've wanted to ... ah, wanted to be ... I'd even dream about you,
well us ... like that.  And now I think, somehow I have messed things up."
He never opened his eyes almost as if he was afraid that if he did I
wouldn't be there.

"Micha, it wasn't your fault.  Having those feelings is part of growing up.
I am the one at fault.  As the adult I should not have let it happen ... no
matter how much I wanted it to.  If I really felt I was the right person to
adopt you I should have been stronger."

"I am old enough to know what I want and who I love and how I love.  Who is
to say when two people in love are right and when they are wro ... wait,
you said adopt?  You want to adopt me?!"  As he said it, his eyes flew open
and he clutched my hand looking at me with eager anticipation, the topic of
a few moments ago completely lost to this new revelation.

I had no choice now, I had to tell him.  "Yes Micha, this past week I have
done all the research and found that I could have adopted you.  I guess I
had really decided that that is what I wanted but now ... well, what I just
did was illegal."

"That is so stupid!  Just plain stupid!  How can two people in love be
illegal?  This is a stupid law and a stupid country!"  His face was red
with sudden and vehement rage.

"Micha, the law is called "age of consent" and in this state it is 16.
They have to draw the line somewhere and that is where it is drawn here."

"Well, I was 15 over three months ago and that should be close enough."

"I know that you are, in many ways, much more mature even than some adults
I know but the law has to have some place to draw the line.  If we had been
caught or someone finds out and complains, no matter what you said, maybe
even if you swore it never happened, at the very least I wouldn't be able
to adopt you and at the worst I could go to jail.  I don't want you to have
to live with that on top of all the other things you have been through."

He lay there thinking.  I could see it in his eyes.  He was reasoning
through something and I waited patiently to find out what it was all about.
Micha is a very intelligent boy and, as I look back on it, I am not at all
surprised at how quickly and clearly he resolved the situation for us, at
least in his mind.

His eyelids fluttered and he looked at me with a hint of the cat that ate
the canary grin.  "John, forget the law for a minute and listen.  I love
you.  I want to be ... you know ... with you.  And, most of all, I want you
to adopt me.  I know you love me and want to adopt me, you've said so.  I
also know that you are attracted to me.  I first saw it that day in the
computer store.  I saw the way you looked at me and I liked it.  Am I
right?  Remember?  Forgetting the law for a minute?"

I was amazed.  This kid should be a lawyer, maybe he would be someday.  I
already knew my answer but I was so appalled by it.  I hesitated and he
added, "take your time John, I have waited this long and can wait longer
because I love you so very very much."

A tear ran down my cheek and he squeezed my hand.  I hadn't realized that
we were still holding hands.  I felt his love and maturity beyond his
years.  I wanted to hear what else he had to say and knew that I had to
answer before he would continue.  I smiled and nodded.

"If we were to be, ah ... you know, ah ..."

"Lovers?"

He blushed a deeper red than I thought possible.  "Yes.  If we were and you
knew no one would ever find out and you never would get in trouble, would
you, I mean could we be ... what you said?"

His embarrassment was so sweet.  I nodded.

"Even if you adopted me?"

This time I hesitated and thought.  Adoption was a legal process and added
another level of guilt.  But still, he was being hypothetical so I nodded.

He smiled in satisfaction.  Obviously his plans were working out.

"Okay, you know that if I am not adopted or sponsored by the time I am 18 I
will have to go back to Russia.  And, you know how desperately I don't want
to go back?"

"Yeee ... es?"  I hesitantly and slowly agreed.

"Then," he smiled, "if you adopted me and we were ... lo-lo ... we loved
each other and were discovered, the adoption would be over and I would
probably have to go back to Russia right away.  So, you see, I have much to
lose as well and will be just as careful as you.  Right?"

"Yes, I guess that might happen or no one would adopt or sponsor you so
that you could stay."

I saw a grin spread across Micha's face.  He was really pleased with
himself.  "John, please adopt me then.  I love you and want to be with you
forever.  We can be careful that no one will find out how much we love each
other, at least until I am 18 and a citizen, and we will have a wonderful
life together.  Please?  I don't ever want to go back."

I lay there on my back holding his hand and looking up at the ceiling.  It
really seemed that he had found a way for our dreams to come true.  My
emotions began to rise.  "Yes," I said, "I love you and want you with me
always."  I had to stop as I squeezed my eyes shut and tears of happiness
rolled down my cheek.

Micha slid over to my side and moved his hand over my chest.  He lay his
head on my chest and I could feel his tears fall on me as he whispered his
thanks and love.  I put my arm around him drawing him closer.  He rested
his body against me and moved his leg over me.  We lay like that until the
tears were gone.  Every once in a while he would stroke my chest and I
would rub his back.

"John?"

"Yes Micha?"

"I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know ... what do we do together?  I have never, ah ... done
anything before."

I turned my head and looked at him.  He was, once again, bright red with
embarrassment, "really?  How did you avoid ... well, that's not important
now?  Is it that you don't know what to do or you don't know how?"

"How."  He was so embarrassed that the pleasant pressure I had been
enjoying against my hip was gone.

"Just let your curiosity and what feels comfortable and good be your guide.
We are in no hurry now that we know where we are going.  Just know that I
love you very much and want you to feel good and be happy."

He raised up on his elbow and looked down at me, "may I kiss you?"

"Micha, you already have, a couple of times, you don't need to ask.  There
may be times when it might not be right but now is not one of them."

"Yes, I understand but I mean REALLY kiss you."

"Hmmm," I teased.  I'm not quite sure what you mean.  Perhaps you will have
to demonstrate."

He pursed his lips and gave me a look that said I was being silly.  Then he
lowered his lips to mine.  At first the kiss was innocent, like before but
then his lips parted slightly and I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my
lips.  I responded by opening my lips a tiny bit and he wasted no time.
His snake of a tongue darted in tentatively and explored my teeth and
tongue.  His breath and saliva were sweet and thrilled me to the bone.  We
became more urgent and our breathing turned heavy.  He moved up over me and
lay on my chest.  I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach.  He
broke our kiss and looking me in the eye announced; "that's what I mean by
a real kiss."

I gasped harder and louder than I needed just to please him and silently
nodded my head and gulped.  He knew I was overacting but there was still a
proud smile on his face.  He slid backwards down my body so that he could
lay his head on my chest.  His legs were spread out on either side of mine
and as he moved down me the tip of my erection pressed against his anus for
a second and then slid up the crack so it was pointing out like in the hot
tub.  This time though he was more aware and the pressure on his anus made
his eyes go wide with surprise and lust.  As it slid along his crack his
expression grew more passionate and he reflexively closed his legs to grip
me tightly between them.

I groaned in exquisite pleasure and he looked startled and concerned.  "I'm
sorry.  Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no my boy.  On the contrary, you did something very right," I moaned.
I slowly slid my hands down his back and over the soft firm roundness of
his behind.  He gasped and shuddered at new pleasures.  I gently squeezed
each cheek and he shuddered and gasped again.  I held him close and looked
up into his wide eyes.  "See what I mean?  Micha, you feel every bit as
good as you look."

"You think I am good looking?"

"Oh yes Micha, you are a feast for my eyes.  I love watching you at
anything you do, even just sitting watching the TV and you feel a thousand
times better than you look."

He lay his head down again on my chest and we lay there soaking up the new
feelings of our bodies together.  I had not been this excited in years and
knew that making love with Micha was going to be the high point of my life.
I could imagine nothing better.

His boner gently throbbed against my stomach which caused him to push
against me.  To do so he in turn squeezed my boner that was still wedged
between his thighs.  That caused me in turn to throb against the crack of
his ass.  We both moaned and he raised his head once more to look
quizzically at me.  "Did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh yes, very much."  I moaned in ecstasy.

"See if you can cause it to happen again."  I loved watching the expression
on his face as he concentrated, attempting to duplicate the right
combination of gentle movements that would give us both that series of
sweet throbs of pleasure.  Finally he succeeded and locked eyes with me as
he slowly repeated the movements a couple of times.  Each time his face
softened from concentration into pleasure.  He lay his head back down and
continued his new found ministrations of love to the both of us.

Gradually he speeded up as the intensity of the feelings increased.  I was
sure I was going to explode at any moment when he stopped.  "Oh Micha!  Why
did you stop?  It felt so good."

"I was about to make a mess on your stomach."

"Oh Micha, I was hoping you would.  I would love you to make that kind of
mess on me any time you want.  Don't you think it would be exciting?"

"Yes, I think it would be very exciting.  I was just afraid because I have
never done it with anyone before."

"That is okay my love, I know what to expect and will warn you if I think I
need to."

He lay his head down again and renewed his now expert series of movements.
It did not take long for us to return to that exquisite edge.  For a few
moments we hung there as Micha seemed to try to make it last but then I
felt him stiffen and he moaned "Ooohh Joohnnn" from deep in his throat as I
felt him throb against my stomach.  His warm wet series of forceful jets
tipped me over the edge as well and I thrust and gushed against Micha's
soft bottom.  My hands firmly held his cheeks and I grunted out "Oh, oh, oh
I looove yooouuu."  Together we heaved in gasps of air as we waited to
recover our senses.

This time Micha lifted his head to look at me and we started giggling
uncontrollably.  When he calmed down enough, he declared "if that's what it
is like then I never want to do anything else again."

"My boy, that is but a taste."

"I cannot believe that anything could be better."

"Well, time will tell."  I was slowly stroking him from shoulder to bum and
he was almost purring with satisfaction.  I loved the velvety feel of his
buns in my hands.  We lay there for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow.
Then one of our stomachs growled.  We both giggled again.  "I guess it is
time for breakfast.  But before you get up I want to ask a favor."

"Anything."

"Let's not look at each other but save that for next time.  You will
understand better when the time comes.  Okay?"

"Yes, I guess.  What should we do?"

"I will close my eyes while you slip out from under the sheet and go to
your room.  Try not to look at me as you do.  That way we can enjoy another
special first time experience the next time we make love."

"Oh, I get it and I like this idea very much.  When?"

"Well, I think we'll know when the time is right.  Right now the time is
right for showers and breakfast."

"Micha followed instructions perfectly and I wondered, we are going to have
a lot of fun dreaming up little games to add novelty to our love making.
Indeed, my dreams were coming true and I thought and hoped that Micha's
were as well.

Next: Chapter Six - Things come to a head