Former USSR
Part 1

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I remembered the night he phoned my house. We were both nervous, so to avoid 'dead air' I went into motor-mouth mode. Nevertheless, he said enough for me to be incredibly impressed. I'd expected a sort of thick, Russian accent which would be difficult to understand. But no! His voice was sweet and seductive -- quite masculine but disarmingly smooth and charming.

After the short conversation, we were both so excited we emailed each other immediately. Again, I fell into the embarrassing trap of being overly complimentary.

>Stop, stop, stop, I am falled by your compliments. I am ordinary guy :) hehehe

>I am very glad to hear your voice, really. I just was shocked I don't knew what to say :(. It is very interesting to hear the voice of a man that you have corresponding a long time with. Wow, I amazed a big time ( :) )!!!

>Thank you for talking with me. And Thanks for attantion. That was second time I ever have call to abroad.

>Bye bye and good night
>Kot.

From Frankfurt, an Air Ukraine 737 flew me to Kiev, and from there a Kenmore Yakovlev -- a small, narrow-bodied twin-jet aircraft -- to Odessa, the land of the Cossacks. The Yakovlev hadn't exactly inspired me with confidence, but I arrived in one piece about mid-afternoon, and managed to resist an overwhelming temptation to press my lips to the tarmac. That was the Pope's trick and I didn't wanna appear sacrilegious.

Kot had previously scanned and emailed me a hand-drawn map of a seaside camping resort south of Odessa Harbor where we would organize a photo shoot for his website. I showed the taxi driver the directions. Ten minutes later, I was booking in at the office of the resort where our accommodation for the next week would be a small, log cabin on the shores of the Black Sea. My next task was to find Kot who had earlier that day arrived at Odessa from Russia by train and who, no doubt, would be chatting up anything and everything in a bikini or a pair of Speedos. I'd guessed from our emails that Kot was bisexual, although he'd rarely talked about his sexual exploits in any detail.

After a fruitless search of the camping grounds and nearby beach, I decided in favor of waiting for him at the cabin. I pinned a note with my name on it to the door and unpacked my things. As the minutes ticked by, I became increasingly neurotic about the impending knock. I began to feel like a pimply-faced kid on his first date. Maybe that should have read 'her' first date.

When the knock finally sounded, it came as a sudden shock despite my having expected it. I was in the middle of hanging some shirts which flew around the room like a flock of startled pigeons. I had to get a grip on myself. Hey! Kot was just a human being and I was supposed to be a mature adult. I swallowed a large lump in my throat, spent a moment calming myself, then answered the door.

"Kot!"

"B! Preevet!"

It was several minutes before my friend released me from his bear hug so that I could get a good look at him. Genuine warmth and friendship radiated from his cute, smiling face. I was totally captivated by his large, blue/green eyes which sparkled with his unique brand of irresistible charm. Meantime, my frazzled brain frantically searched for something moderately meaningful to say.

"Hey! Your eyebrows move!"

He seemed puzzled. "Of course my eyebrows move!"

"It's just that they normally sit low on your forehead, Kot. I've never seen a pic of you with raised eyebrows before." I managed a feeble laugh in an attempt to disguise my brain having become comatose.

"There, you see?" he said, wiggling them up and down. "They are moving now lots!"

"Come inside, Kot. Hey! It's so damn good to see you!"

"Did you arrive by tchastnik?"

"Tchastnick? I think it was a Skoda."

"Net, not name of car! Silly Australian! Tchastnik is like taxi except driver not licensed! His own car!"

"Oh! Well, yes, I guess I got here by tchastnik."

As I shook Kot's hand, I was finding it almost impossible to keep my gaze from wandering too far from his face. He was naked except for his swim suit. "Well, it's a real pleasure to see you in the flesh, uh, jeeez!" I felt a rush of hot blood to my face following my Freudian slip.

"I am swimming while I am waiting for you! Oh, B! I am sooo happy to seeing you! You are looking distinguished like author! Your white hair looks so kruto!"

"You look pretty cool yourself," I smiled, and began to relax. Actually, he appeared much better in real life. His skin was flawless and shone with a silky, golden glow. His tousled black hair gave him a boyish, almost innocent appearance. If he were a dog, he would have been an energetic, cheeky little terrier with an irrepressible wagging tail.

"Are you remembering to bring your laptop?" he asked as he placed a camera on the table. "I met a girl and we took digital pics already today in the water. Also some nude ones! Her name is Natasha."

"Oh, well, uh ... yeah, I brought the laptop." I cleared my throat and gulped audibly. "Maybe we can look at them later." My voice had involuntarily risen a few octaves to just below a mortifying squeak.

"Net, net, now! I want you to see! You fix laptop while I am getting my luggage at the office," he laughed. "I am back soon!"

A few minutes later, we sat around the small wooden table while Kot slid the floppy into the computer and worked the mouse-ball. What followed drained my face of blood and sent it rushing south.

"So, what is being your opinion?" my grinning friend asked at the conclusion of the eye-popping slide-show.

"Fucking awesome!" I blurted impulsively. "Uh, I mean, they're quite good, actually. Very professional."

"You are thinking hot, big time?"

"That about sums it up, yeah," I replied, finally managing to bring my voice under control. Then, without warning, Kot's hand disappeared under the table. I felt something grab my crotch. "Jeez almighty!" I yelled on my way to the stratosphere.

Kot removed his hand and burst into hysterical laughter. "B's got a boner, B's got a boner!" he sang joyfully, his voice alternating between adolescence and maturity.

"Sorry Kot, it just happened, honest. I mean..."

"Of course! That is what supposed to happening! You think I am posing nude like this so you can say ho-hum and falling asleep? Net! Don't be embarrassing, B. Your boner is big, big compliment!"

"It is? Oh, well, I, uh, suppose it is. Can we change the subject?"

Our walk around Odessa not only gave me an opportunity to calm my jangled nerves and get to know this incredibly likeable guy better, it was also very interesting. Kot nominated himself as my official tour guide, and spent the whole two hours bouncing along in his exuberant, energetic style, pointing at everything in sight while providing a running commentary.

Odessa's history is relatively short, having been a fortress and naval base built by the Russians in the late 18th century. During the 19th century, the city's growth was rapid, especially after the coming of the railways. Today, it's a major commercial port which can handle supertankers.

For the visitor, though, Odessa's main charm is its fine architecture, in particular the stunning opera house said to be the second most beautiful in Europe, after Vienna. The fledgling town's first mayor, who was himself French, had set out to build a city even more glorious than Paris. To many of its admirers, he succeeded.

Odessa is rich in culture with the likes of Pushkin and Mechnikov who lived there, and Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov who performed there. For me, however, it was Kot who was stealing the limelight with his infectious smile and boundless, youthful energy.

After my favorite Rusky and I had filled a shopping bag with meat, vegetables, fruit, bread and a load of other groceries, we headed back to the log cabin. It was basically a large, single room with a small bathroom and kitchenette at one end. A table and chairs, two single beds, sofa and coffee table were all in the main room. It had a welcoming, homely ambience which helped put me completely at ease. By this time, my friend was buck naked whereas I was determined to at least keep my boxer shorts on. An author had his dignity to preserve. Well, that was my reasoning.

"What is it?"

"Special cooking for my Aussie mate! It's being called pelmeni. I am sure you will like a big time."

My cute friend smiled at me as he peeled and chopped the onions, diced the pork and beef, then added some herbs to the mixture which he placed in a bowl. "And now for the special Daniel ingredient!"

"Huh?" My eyes bulged like something from a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

"Of course! I am reading in your stories about Daniel and how he and his friends konchil on their pizza! Konchil is cum. You are also liking that, dah?"

"Me?" I glanced over each of my shoulders in a lame attempt to humor the moment. "Well, I mean ... jeez! Are you serious?"

"Of course!" Kot placed the pelmeni mixture on the coffee table and stood directly over it. I was seated on the sofa not more than a few feet away from his uncut semi as he used his hand to arouse it. Soon, its swollen pink head emerged from its receding foreskin. He playfully wiggled his hips, causing his boner to flop around. "I think my little friend is ready now," he laughed.

Well, it wasn't the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but it was certainly attached to one of the most awesome and erotic people I'd ever met. I watched him stroke his delicious teen meat while he showed not one sign of embarrassment or inhibition. Shit! I was sure I must have been dreaming. As he got closer to shooting his load, his chest and stomach muscles contracted, while the muscles in his right arm stood out like long, steel rods. Finally, he groaned and stiffened, pointed his cock at the bowl and fired his load of juicy missiles right on target.

It was during Kot's 'performance' that I noticed his athletic build. It was only when he exercised his body that the extent of the strength in his shoulders, chest and arms revealed itself beneath his smooth, soft skin. Whoa! If this wasn't a dream, I was certain that I'd be wheeled back onto the plane in a complete state of mental chaos, mumbling incoherently about boy juice and pelmeni. How the fuck was I going to survive a week in this place with this crazy character? Day one wasn't even over yet! Jeez!

I was too stunned to applaud or react in any way other than to appear as if I'd just farted loudly in a crowded elevator. Kot scooped the remaining pearl of juice from his knob, wiped it on the lip of the bowl and stood aside, grinning as though he'd just been nominated for an Academy Award.

I watched Kot make the flour and water dough, then roll it into a large flat piece from which he cut small circles. Into each circle he placed the meat mixture, then folded the dough to form little parcels which he boiled in salted water for about eight minutes. The pelmenies were served with sour cream, chopped chives and a plate of steamed vegetables.

"Mmmm, it's delicious, Kot!" I said as the first mouthful of food slid down my throat. "Absolutely scrumptious! Congratulations, mate. Your cooking rules! Must be the extra konchil."

"Of course! Only the best for Mr B," he smiled, revealing a mouthful of chewed pelmeni and bread. He was in the habit of using the words 'of course' a lot, which I found amiable and amusing, and which expressed his eagerness to be helpful.

After some pieces of fruit for dessert, my friend produced a small bottle of Vodka, a bottle of soda water and some Russian cigarettes. "Now I teach you Russian way of drinking Vodka." Kot filled two liqueur glasses with Vodka and another two large glasses with soda water. We raised our liqueur glasses in a toast to each other. I observed how Kot threw the shot of colorless alcohol down his throat in one gulp, and followed suit. Then we sipped on the water. "You are feeling nice and warm inside, now?"

I nodded, even though it felt more like a raging furnace. But, worse was to come. The moment I drew the smoke from the Russian cigarette into my lungs, I must have momentarily looked as if I'd severely stubbed my toe before plunging into a major coughing fit. All around me I could hear the sweet, melodious sound of hysterical teenage laughter as I gasped for air.

"Whew! Those things pack a mighty punch!" I wheezed as I began to recover.

"Oh, B, you make me laugh sooo fucking big time! You are very funny Aussie!"

By the time I'd sunk a few more Vodkas, my internal furnace had settled down to a warm glow. Even the Russian cigarettes had become bearable.

"Now, B, we have possibility of you to took pics of me tomorrow. I have planned to Kung Fu nude. What do you think?"

"Kung Fu? Nude? Me? Uh, sure. Why not?" My imagination suddenly sprang to life with visions of spread legs, buns, balls and cock. "Uh, glad to help."

"And you should be getting in closer for shooting my ass and dick. My fans would think that way kliowo, you agree?"

"Kliowo is Russian for kewl? Jeez! You're not fucking wrong, Narelle." I stood up, wobbled a bit, then steadied my balance. "Well, I'd better be hitting the cot, Kot..."

"You are hitting me?"

"Sorry, mate, c-o-t is Australian for bed -- nothing to do with you," I explained with a dry smile. "Anyway, I need to be mentally sharp tomorrow for the shoot. Thanks for a fantastic dinner, and the excellent company. I had a totally wicked time, mate."

Kot stood, threw his arms around my neck and touched my cheek with his. "First, I give you good night hug." I could feel his semi against my boxers, and had a throbber in seconds. I tried to arch my back to move away but it was pointless. "Oooh!" Kot giggled in my ear. "Naughty B has a boner again!" When we'd separated, there I was red-faced standing in my boxers with a giant and glaringly obvious tent. Kot was soon holding his stomach and cracking up something wild.

"Sorry, Kot. It's just that..."

"No problem, B," he giggled between gulping for air. "Don't worry. Your dick has own brains."

If it hadn't been for the jetlag and Vodka, I would have whacked myself stupid thinking about the events of that night. But I'd no sooner collapsed onto my bed than I was in dreamland by the shores of the Black Sea -- and just a few feet from my beautiful, sleeping friend.

I felt surprisingly healthy the next morning when I woke to the appetizing aroma of freshly toasted bread. My naked friend had already showered and was cooking breakfast of poached eggs.

After enjoying a long and sensuous stretch that revitalized my blood supply and put life back into my limbs, I headed to the bathroom for the obligatory morning pee. By the time I'd returned and seated myself at the table, breakfast was ready.

"Delicious, Kot. Tell me, do you always cook nude?"

"Not at home," he laughed. "My mother would go, how you say? ballistic! But this is vacation for me, so my dick needing to relax too."

"Yeah, well lemme tell you, it's not relaxing mine! Jeez! You must get a lot of fan mail on your website."

"Oh, yes! Many, many email that I cannot answer them all!"

"This is none of my business, Kot, but why do you like to pose nude for the camera?"

"It's OK you ask that question, B. In my country, it is not easy to make money to pay for university, so I see other sites on web and I think maybe I can pose too and maybe do some modelling. I use the money to help my mother and to pay for university."

"Do you ever get shy or embarrassed?"

"Net!" he grinned. "Nude is not bad! Nude is cool! It is fine if people want to look at me. I feel free and exciting like falling in parachute!"

Kot insisted on doing the dishes while I showered and shaved. Actually, I managed to squeeze in a quick wank as well. I figured if I hadn't, I'd be spending the entire day sporting a permanent boner. This kid was dynamite, and just so damned likeable.

At one end of the beach, we found a quiet spot away from the crowds. A clump of nearby trees would help to make the background more interesting, and also provide Kot with a prop. His only other prop was his blue Speedos but they'd already been dispensed with before the shoot.

"OK, Mr Film Director, what do you want me to do?"

I suggested that he climb a tree to a height of about ten or twelve feet and stand on a branch. I would then shoot almost directly below him. But from the moment he turned to face the tree and lifted one leg to climb, I couldn't wait. I began shooting immediately. Jeez! I was getting some awesomely hot shots of his spread globes and hangers as he rose higher into the air. When he'd reached a suitable branch, he turned to face me. "Will this do?"

"Fine. Now, get your balance and put your hands on your hips -- and smile down at me as if you know that I'm enjoying every minute of this -- which I am, by the way." My last comment made him laugh which was exactly what I wanted. He looked so damn sexy when he laughed. "OK, now arch your back and thrust your boner into the air. Tease the fuck out of me."

I took a couple of great shots of his thick rod jutting into space while he grinned cheekily at the lens. "OK, now I'm going to lay on my back. When I say 'jump', spread your arms and legs and leap off the branch, as though you were going to land on me. Hopefully, your feet will land on either side of me and I'll manage to survive without any broken ribs. OK, jump!"

I clicked the shutter as often as I could while he flew through the air in Kung Fu-like fashion. As planned, his feet landed safely beside me. Whew! I couldn't resist taking another couple of shots of him standing above me with his hard dick bouncing around and his stomach contracting as he laughed. "OK, mate, that was great. Lemme up -- I need to insert another floppy."

When I was ready, I asked him to treat me as an enemy and to use his hands and feet like a martial arts exponent. He was a brilliant performer! I clicked away as he lunged, spun, leapt, kicked and punched the air with a flurry of jabs from all four of his limbs. Whoa! I was glad he was just acting!

"OK, that was sensational, Kot. Bloody fantastic. Let me insert another floppy. Then I'll lay on the ground and take shots of you showing your 'beaten enemy' how brave and tough you are. I want you to pose like a muscle man, and show off your body like Bruce Lee. OK?"

I laid on my back while the tanned, naked hero stood over me, flexing his biceps and pecs and flattening his stomach to show his abs. I couldn't help thinking that being Kot's enemy definitely had its advantages!

"Now I piss on you, OK?"

"Huh?"

"Of course! I am champion warrior! Besides, many fans asking me for picture pissing."

"Oh, they do? Uh, yeah well..." What the fuck was I supposed to say?

"Don't worry, B. I am making sure you not getting wet," he laughed. "I am pissing past your head."

Hell! There was no way known that I was gonna tell him I didn't mind in the least. Actually, in a depraved, yet sort of appealing way, it seemed like fun. Besides, I reasoned, it was my duty to please his fans. "Well, OK, Kot, if you insist" I sighed, feigning reluctance. "Anything for your devoted fans." I framed his body from just above his knees to his bowed head as he cupped his balls in his hands and used his thumbs to angle his semi. "When ever you're ready, mate."

I clicked the shutter as soon as I saw the first rush of yellow liquid jet from his knob and captured its flight in mid-air. From then on, I kept shooting despite the splashing noises just inches from my head. For a little artistic variety, Kot used his thumbs to alter the angle of his cock and the direction of the piss stream, while I used up the remaining shots.

When the force of his torrent eventually subsided, he wasn't quick enough to prevent the last trickle from spattering on my shirt. That totally cracked him up and he collapsed on the ground in a wriggling heap, guffawing his gorgeous tits off.

We were just a few yards away from the log cabin when Kot turned to acknowledge a female voice. "Natasha! Hi! Good to seeing you!" He introduced us and we shook hands. "B is my friend from Australia. We took more pictures just now. Would you like to see?"

Natasha was a very pretty girl in her late teens. Her long brown hair flowed elegantly over her smooth, ivory shoulders, and framed a delightful face with delicate, feminine features. She was wearing shorts and a bikini top which had some difficulty in containing her generous breasts. I could have easily dived into her cleavage and disappeared for weeks. Standing on her small, bare feet, she looked like a nymphet that could woo the heart of any red-blooded lad.

"I'd love to!" she said in an excited, girly voice.

As we sat around the table viewing the laptop screen, Natasha became almost speechless with astonishment. At various intervals, as one picture gave way to an even more remarkable one, she would look at Kot, then at me. While Kot grinned at her with his trademark boyish pride, I was trying desperately to assume a detached, professional look, even though, like her, I could hardly believe my eyes.

"Oh, Kot! I am shocked! But in a nice way, I think," she giggled. "I didn't know you did martial art."

"I don't. I just seeing in movies and copy." He paused for a moment while they searched each other's eyes.

One didn't need to be Freud to read the moment. "Listen, guys, I've gotta go into town for a few things. I'll be back in an hour." I wasn't sure whether they'd heard me or not, such was the intensity of their attraction to each other. I hesitated at the door for a second to see them kissing passionately.

As I aimlessly walked the streets of Odessa, my head was full of thoughts of Kot. Was I jealous of Natasha? I had to admit that I was even though it was patently obvious to me that any kind of sexual encounter between Kot and me was completely out of the question. It wouldn't have been fair to him, and I would have had the nagging doubt that he was just trying to please me. I simply had no option but to accept that fact that we were sexually incompatible, and to be content with his friendship. After all, I'd been extremely fortunate already to have been chosen by him as a special person in his life.

Was he gay? That was another question I couldn't answer. On the one hand, he enjoyed posing nude in the most erotic of situations for a largely male audience. He understood the gay mentality and identified with it. But was he really gay? Perhaps Natasha was an exception. She was so incredibly beautiful that even the gayest of gay guys would be attracted to her.

I'd been absent for about two hours when I knocked discreetly on the door of the cabin.

"B! I thought you are Natasha coming back. Why are you knocking? This is your cabin, too!" I followed him inside as he continued. "Anyway, I inviting Natasha for dinner. Is that OK? We have enough pelmeni left for three."

"Dah, no problem."

"Oh, B, you have no idea of Natasha. She is sooo hot a big time! We fucking three times and I am cumming like fire hose! It is lucky for us that you have possibility of going to town," he laughed, then placed a hand on my shoulder. "Can I ask big favor from you, B?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Natasha ask me for special pics that she can keep when she is returning home from this place."

"Well, that's cool. Did she say which ones? I'll make some copies on the laptop."

"Net, B," his smile widened and his large, mischievous eyes twinkled. "She want pics of us fucking! You take them tonight, dah?"

"Is there any Vodka left? I'll bloodywell be needing it."

"Is that meaning yes?"

"Yes." I placed a package on the table. "I bought you a gift."

"Oh! Kruto! But I have no gift for you!"

"You've already given me your gift, Kot. And it's priceless, so don't fucking argue. Just open your present."

Kot unwrapped the package. "Totally cool! Oh! Awesome! Calvin Klein shirts and boxers! I wear them now! Woohoo!" I watched him step out of his Speedos and pull on a pair of CKs before throwing one of the shirts over his shoulders. "Back in a minute," he said as he rushed to the bathroom to check the mirror. He emerged a minute later, threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "You are excellent mate, B. You rock a big time awesome!"

"Hey, you've already pissed on my shirt today, dude, now you're drenching my shoulder with tears. Settle, you crazy Russian."

A small Vodka after dinner had helped Natasha relax a little. In any case, I was the one who was a bundle of frazzled nerves as I checked the camera flash and inserted a blank floppy. It occurred to me that anything Kot was going to insert tonight, though, certainly wouldn't be floppy. "OK, well you guys just do your thing and I'll simply point and click."

Kot rose from the table and stood naked in the center of the room to allow me to shoot from various angles and positions. Natasha was also naked as she knelt before him. She began by licking his balls while he gently ran his fingers through her long silky hair. As Kot's foreskin peeled slowly back from his knob, and his dick became erect, she ran her tongue along the hard underside of his shaft. Then she pursed her lips and ran them along the side of his throbber furthest away from the camera. Shit! I was having major trouble trying to avoid camera-shake.

I grabbed a chair, positioned it beside Kot and asked him to place one foot on the seat. I squatted behind him and took a couple of shots looking between his legs at his spread buns and hangers while his spit-covered teen meat glided back and forth between the nymphet's juicy red lips. By this time, he was using his pelvis to thrust his dick in a slow fucking motion. With each forward movement, sexy dimples would appear in his firm ass-cheeks.

"Take your foot off the chair and put it back on the floor. Spread your legs." When he'd done as I'd told him, I slid on my back between his feet and aimed the camera up his thighs to his boner. In the top corner of the frame, his face was looking down at the lens and smiling. I took one shot of his dick as the ridge of its head was visible, a second as the thick, veiny shaft was half way inside Natasha's mouth, and a third as his balls rested on her chin. Whoa!

"I have cool idea!" Kot withdrew his dick from Natasha's mouth and stepped to one side. He got her to lay flat on her back on the floor and knelt behind her head. "B, you take picture looking at Natasha's tits while I am rubbing them and my boner in her mouth. OK?"

I sat on my heels between Natasha's legs and aimed the camera at her firm, round breasts with their erect, delicious pink nipples. Just behind them, Kot used one hand to guide his throbber between Natasha's waiting lips, then used both hands to fondle her rising bosom. I'd managed to get some sizzling shots of his hard meat fucking her sweet face while his hands squeezed her tits when he let out an almighty groan.

"Oh, shit! I am cumming! Konchil big time! Aaaahhhhhh!"

I could see Natasha's neck muscles contracting as she forced each of his sticky wads of Russian juice down her slender throat. Eventually, Kot rolled to one side and laid spreadeagled on the floor. His still-hard boner was hugging his heaving stomach. "Oh, man, that is rocking awesome," he gasped.

"K, guys, time out," I suggested.

"No! I am cum twice! Healthy Russian balls!" he laughed. A moment later, the pair of lovers were on the bed, cuddling and kissing and writhing together like a pair of slippery snakes in season. When Natasha was ready, she opened her legs. Their faces were still joined in passionate kissing as Kot's cute ass rose in the air. His friend helped by reaching down and guiding his rock-hard dick into her wet, pulsating pussy. I couldn't resist taking at least one close-up of his pink rosebud as he fucked like a feral bull, but I also got some totally cool pics of the expressions of ecstasy on their contorted faces as they gasped and groaned with exquisite pleasure. The very last pic was of a golden, sweat-soaked Kot slumped exhausted on top of Natasha; her soft brown hair, shining with copper-colored highlights, spilling over the white pillow like fine strands of unwoven silk.

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