Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2018 07:25:31 +0300 From: xhonestxx@qip.ru Subject: A Night With Taras and Mumu (gay Encounters) *This is a copyrighted story of two men having sex. If you should find this offensive, please do not read any further. You must be over the legal age before reading this. * This is a true story that happened during my business trip from Russia to Ukraine in the mid 90's. Taras is a typical Ukrainian name for a man. The story also reflects a short story written in 1854 by the Russian author Ivan Turgenev by the name "Mumu" about a servant who is forced to drown his small dog at the command of his cruel landlord who did not like barking. The character of Mumu is known to everybody in Russia because this classic is studied at elementary school. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A Night With Taras and Mu-Mu By Grayhair9 At the height of summer, I happened to be in Kiev to participate in an industrial exhibition. After a rather exhausting day at work and a prolonged supper with colleagues and friends from Kiev, finally very late at 11 PM I made my way to the hotel. I am not fond of large hotels so that is why I was staying at a small, very cozy guesthouse located in the old section of the city on the high bank of the Dniepr. The moonlit evening lent itself to taking a short walk in the fresh air to relieve the fatigue after a tense day. I was walking on a small narrow street with 2 and 3 story houses and soon found myself in a small picturesque square overlooking the Dniepr and illuminated by the moon as well as the street lamps from the left bank. As I was walking on a path between trees, I came across a man sitting on a bench. My footsteps woke up the stranger who was startled by my footsteps as I approached him. He nodded his head to greet me. In response, I greeted him and apologized for disturbing his peace. He kindly responded that it was not a problem and with a gentle gesture invited me to sit next to him. As soon as I sat down on the bench a puppy's soft bark and howl came from under the stranger's coat. The stranger assured me that his puppy was very tame and not dangerous. From the ensuing conversation it became clear that the person on the bench was a young man about 25-27 years old whose name was Taras with his young 10-month old puppy. They were going to spend the night on this bench because a distant relative, whom Taras was helping as a hired assistant, did not like dogs so he made him leave the house at night. Taras's parents lived in a distant village and he did not want to bother the people he knew in the city with his problems. This story disturbed me so I proposed that Taras spend the night in my room at the guesthouse while assuring him that I was fond of dogs. When we arrived at my room, I invited Taras to have something to drink from the bar. The puppy kept us company by taking turns on each of our laps while he nibbled on dog biscuits. While we were talking, each of us finished off several bottles of beer and some 'wicked' whiskey. It was way past midnight so I suggested that Taras take a shower before we both got into the single bed. He took off his outer clothing and headed for the bathroom in his boxer shorts. After I cleaned up the bottles and turned down the bed, I undressed to my shorts and followed him. Taras was already under the shower behind a transparent shower curtain. After I took off my shorts I opened the shower curtain a bit wondering whether he wold object to my joining him under the shower. At first he hesitated slightly but then with a smile opened the curtain and moved slightly to one side to make room for me in the cramped shower stall. We alternated lathering our bodies, hair, chests, stomachs and standing under the shower nozzle to wash off the soap. I offered to scrub his back and he immediately turned his back to me. I started with his shoulders, and then worked my way down to his loins and beckoning round buns. Moreover, I tried to not only lather but also massage his flexing muscles while several times slipping the edge of my palms into the crack between his buns. This did not seem to bother him and he even spread his legs farther apart thereby providing greater access to his crack. Then I offered to lather his front part and he reluctantly accepted the invitation by turning towards me. So then I first lathered his chest slightly as if unintentionally touching with my fingertips his rather prominent nipples, then his stomach, thighs and crotch. With his eyes closed, he patiently accepted my roving hand movements, but when I lightly touched his cock and balls, he moved slightly aside, became embarrassed and taking the bar of soap in his hands, suggested that we change roles. While lathering my body his movements were rather gentle and both in front and back he avoided touching my intimate parts. After drying with a towel and putting on his shorts he left the bathroom. When I returned to the room with a towel wrapped around my waist, I saw Taras modestly sitting on the edge of the bed holding his squealing puppy who was trying to lick his master's hands and face. I suggested that Taras get under the covers. His dog went with him and settled at his side in the middle of the bed. Taras apologized saying that the puppy was accustomed to sleeping with him, so all three of us had to sleep together. I got into the other side of the bed and as soon as I got under the covers, the dog began licking my hands and put his mug right up to my face. I gently pushed him aside and suggested that Taras put him on the other side, at the edge of the bed. I moved closer to my neighbor and as if by accident put my hand near his crotch. Since I perceived no displeasure on his part, I lightly stroked his belly, tickled his breast with my fingers, and lightly pinched his nipples, which seemed to swell and increase in size. Moving along his breast and belly with circling movements I ventured down to the top of his shorts. I was lying naked on my right side and the tip of my engorged cock rested against his thigh. Sliding down below his belly I lightly inserted my fingers under the elastic top of his shorts into his thick bush. When I played with the hair of his bush, my fingers moved lower and felt his shaft, which had already become perceptively hard. Taras placed his hand on mine and tried to stop my play. In response I kissed his ear and whispered that if he liked my caresses he had best relax and enjoy them. He said he had never previously had close contact with men and therefore was unsure how to react to his new feelings. Then I wrapped my palm around his engorged cock and squeezing slightly, his cock became even more engorged and even helped me by thrusting between my fingers in time to my movements. I sat up on the bed and with both hands began to take of the young man's shorts. Taras raised his ass in order to make this easier. Our moving about woke up the puppy and he whined in displeasure. Kin contrst to the dog, Taras enjoyed my caresses, relaxed on his back and spread his legs wide apart. When I threw off the covers, light from the moon and streetlights enabled me to admire his stately figure and hard- on pointing to the ceiling. I bent over to get a better look at his standing column and could not resist moving closer to kiss the tip of his cock. However, that was not enough for me so my tight lips slowly moved down to receive his entire cock down to its root in my mouth. Not expecting that, Taras's body shuddered; he screamed a bit and put both his hands on my head. I began moving my mouth up and down his cock. I rotated my tongue and even lightly licked his balls at the same time his cock was completely in my mouth. When I stopped washing his scrotum with my saliva I gradually raised my head but my lips held his cock firmly and I was sucking it like a baby sucks its pacifier - greedily and aggressively. When my lips reched the tip of his cock I weakened my grasp but left it in my completely open mouth. As soon as I opened my mouth, I blew warm air from my lungs on his sensitive cock tip and then a cold jet of air from my compressed lips. The different air temperatures enabled the cock owner to feel new sensations. After that I again enclosed the tip of the cock in my lips and began to lower my mouth to the base of his cock. In addition, I tried to blow on the object between my lips just like blowing up a balloon. The movements of my mouth up and down his cock were tight (and what man doesn't like to stick his phallus into a tight hole!). Thus I continued to gratify Taras - by blowing when moving my head down, sucking when moving up. And again: blow when moving down, suck when moving up. In addition to his cock, I did not forget to caress his balls, teasing them with my fingers, squeezing and pulling them. Occasionally my fingers adventured deeper and stroked the pink button between his buns. At the same time I was holding my own source of pleasure with my other hand and was playing with it in the traditional up-down motion. Taras held my head in both his hands while slightly waving his ass in time to my mouth's up-down movements. I quickened the pace of my up-down mouth movement, Taras's body tensed up and he moved his crotch closer to my face. "OOOIII, I'm cuming!" He muttered, and I felt his even more engorged cock shoot warm fluid into my mouth. After 7-8 spurts it completely filled my mouth and began to drip into my throat. When I tried to lick his cock, his body arched, he shuddered, he quite abruptly took his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head aside. "It tickles and is very senitive:" - he whispered. I turned over and lay down flat beside him. Taras turned on his side and pressed his entire body against mine. Feeling my erect cock against his thigh, he took it in his hand and made several up-down movements and within a few seconds his hand was covered with cream from my balls. Taras let me kiss his cheeks and chin and I likewise let him kiss my nose an eyes. Our activity during the last few minutes again awoke the puppy who jumped up on Taras, sniffed his crotch, snorted, shook his whole body and quickly rushed along his belly to his face. He licked his master's cheeks and then sniffed my face. He again snorted and settled down in the space between our bodies. We moved slightly apart to make more room for the puppy, got under the covers and quickly fell asleep. It was unusual for me to be in bed with a puppy so I woke up several times. Then I remembered Taras, stretched out my hand and caressed his body and limp, pleasing-to-the-touch cock. The story has been recently published by the author at the first time in the Russian magazine "Kvir". I am very thankful to santaferomantic dot tumblr dot com for the artistic translation and encourage to publish the story. Ivan Bubentcov (Ivan-of-Rusiia) made impressive illustrations to the story and published them both in "Kvir" and in his blog bubentcov dot tumblr dot com. Wanna chat about the story or common interests? Visit my blog grayhair9 dot tumblr dot com