Former USSR
Part 1

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"Sasha? What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Yes, you are! I can hear the noise! You're jacking off!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Lemme see." I rolled off my bed and pulled the covers off my thirteen year old brother's mattress. "Ah ha! A boner!" I laughed. "And you have some pubic hair, now! Woohoo!"

"Stop teasing me, asshole!"

"Hey, don't worry about it, Sasha. Chill. It's normal for boys to jack off. Just don't make so much fucking noise! You wake me up too early! Now go and boil the water for my wash."

"You make too much fucking noise, too!" he mumbled on his way out the door.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Some of my friends had their own bedrooms, but that was not a luxury for me. Most families in my country lived in small apartments and had to share the limited space. Sasha was a cool brother, though, and we got along pretty well most of the time. In some of the newer apartments, built from 1977, families had hot and cold running water and modern bathrooms. Their water was heated by a central boiler room which serviced the whole building. But my family lived in an older complex where we had to boil the water on the gas stove to make a bath, or fill a basin for washing.

For many years, my family and I lived in a city far away from this one. We moved there when I was about ten years old, and returned here just before my eighteenth birthday. It was good to be back, but many of my friends had drifted away or had made new friends. It was a little difficult for me to pick up where I'd left off so long ago, but having Sasha as a companion and bro helped a lot. The only problem was that he was too young to do some of the things that I could do, like make friends with girls. Sasha didn't like girls very much.

I was walking home with a bud from school one afternoon, talking about our future. My dream was to go to university and study business administration, but university was very expensive. I figured I'd be conscripted into the military to serve two years like most other teens.

"I know how to make some money," Mikhail smiled. "Come with me to a friend's office and I'll show you."

We walked the extra distance to a place like I'd never seen before. It was a couple of rooms, one of which had a whole bunch of awesome computers and stuff. Mikhail introduced me to Nikita, a guy in his twenties who was wearing glasses. I had the immediate feeling that he was very intelligent.

"So, you'd like to continue your studies when you finish school? I have many friends who earn money on the internet -- teens just like you."

I'd heard about the internet but didn't really understand what it all meant. None of my friends had computers at home, and those at school were only used for study. "But how?"

"Before I show you how, I must ask you some questions. Are you afraid of being nude?"

"Huh?" What kind of a question was that? "No, I'm not afraid. My girlfriend has seen me nude, and so have most of the students in the school gym."

"Do you think that you're sexy?"

Whoa! Why was Nikita asking me these crazy things? "Sexy? I guess my girlfriend thinks so."

"But do you think so?"

I could feel my face blushing big time. "Maybe," I said softly as I avoided his eyes and stared at the floor. "I know that some people like to look at me."

"Well, Radion, that's how you make money. There are many, many people on the internet all over the world who would like to look at you. Let me show you what I mean." Nikita operated one of the computers and, soon, on the screen I saw something in English. "This is Russian Soul Club," he explained. "It's called a web site, and I am one of the photographers. It's like a picture magazine but instead of being in a shop, it's on the internet and people from all over the world can see it." He clicked a few times with the mouse to reveal a number of small pictures of guys either nude or wearing underwear. "These guys are our models. The site has a free area where people can see them like this, or..." He clicked the mouse again. "Like this!"

"Fuck! People pay money to see that? You mean I would have to pose like that?"

"If you want to."

"I'm not sure. Can I think about it? Anyway, I have to get home for dinner. I'm late already."

All through dinner of potatoes and chicken meat [my fav], my head was spinning like a top with thoughts of what I'd seen at Nikita's office. Wow! Those pictures were just so fucking awesome! But what if my folks found out? What if Sasha found out? And how come Mikhail wasn't a model? There were so many questions I needed to ask Nikita.

After Sasha and I had helped mom do the dishes, we walked to the nearby park to practice soccer. Dinner in my country was eaten early so that there was still plenty of daylight left to play. Besides, it was not our culture to have a meal in the middle of the day. Breakfast of tea and buttered bread, then dinner after school or work were our two daily meals. No student ever brought food to school.

Soccer was my only sport, and I loved to play it -- or practice it -- every chance I got. Sasha also loved it, so we'd go to the park almost every afternoon to kick the ball around and have some cool fun. Sometimes, if there were enough other guys around, we would form a couple of small teams and play a game. Another of my fav pastimes was to climb very high trees and swing from the upper branches. The thrill of taking risks was something that gave me a lot of pleasure -- something like the thrill of sex.

"Sasha," I said as I bounced the ball on the pavement leading back to our apartment, "do you think I'm sexy?"

"Fuck off, Radion! You're the ugliest bro in the whole damn world!"

"What would you know about the rest of the world, dickhead?"

The remainder of the evening was spent studying. Study was very important, and it filled the time so that I didn't get bored. My grades at school were pretty good, but I wanted to do better. It was just after 10pm when Sasha and I hit the pillow, and my thoughts returned to what I'd seen at Nikita's office earlier in the day. "Sasha? Are you asleep yet?"

"Too fucking bad if I was."

"Stop being an asshole brother for a change."

"I will if you will."

"That question I asked you on the way back from the park. It's a serious question, dude. Just forget for a moment that I'm your bro, and the sibling rivalry routine. OK?"

"Do I think you're sexy? You'll only get a big fucking head if I tell you."

"Why?"

"I know I'm gonna regret telling you this," he sighed, "but a lotta my buds at school think you're... well, they think you're kinda cool."

"Cool as in sexy?"

"I guess so."

"Woohoo!"

"I'm never gonna hear the end of this. I'm going to sleep, dammit. 'Night, Radion."

"'Night, Sasha. Thanks, dude." I gazed unfocused at the darkness of our room for a while thinking about how other people might see me. Did they really think I was sexy?

I visited Nikita's office again the next day, only this time without Mikhail 'cause I wanted to ask Nikita some serious questions. When I asked why Mikhail wasn't a model, the answer was what I should've guessed in the first place -- he wasn't sexy enough. So who would see my pics if I decided to become a model? Well, that was a relief. Only a handful of people in my country had access to the internet so I didn't have to worry about being busted by family or friends. But how would I explain the money? Nikita gave me a choice: either figure a way to explain the money or spend two years in the military.

My first photo shoot was on the following Saturday at Nikita's apartment in one of the modern buildings with all the fancy stuff like hot and cold running water. The room looked like something from a movie set -- at least, it was like what I'd seen on TV about making movies. There were powerful lights set up in each corner that generated a lot of heat. It was mid-summer so I was sweating like a pig -- and not just from the heat. I was as nervous as a fucking kitten. I'd never done anything like this before! In all my life, my photo had been taken maybe six or seven times! And always with clothes on!

The first pics weren't too bad, 'cause I was still wearing my briefs. As the photo shoot continued, though, I began to slowly feel more confident. Nikita was a great help, telling me how to pose and how to communicate with the camera, which was a small digital one that didn't need film. That blew me away! Pics that could be transferred straight from the camera to the computer! Awesome!

By the time I'd ditched my briefs and gotten totally nude, I started to feel kinda sexy. The thought of a whole stack of people getting off by looking at my images was like some kind of aphrodisiac. I began to imagine that the camera was one of Sasha's school buddies who was getting a total buzz out of gawking at my naked bod. "Wanna suck my dick, dude?" "Wanna swallow my boy juice?" Thoughts like that were running through my mind as I became more adventurous with my poses. Hey! This was pretty cool!

After Nikita had loaded the pics from the camera into the computer, we checked them out one by one. My eyes must've been on springs when I saw myself. Woohoo! I appeared totally different to what I'd expected. Yeah! I looked pretty kruto!

"I think you're gonna be one of our most popular models, Radion, if not the most popular," Nikita chuckled as he clicked through the pics.

"You really think so?" Damn! What a thought! Me! A star! Yes!

"Yeah, you have a nice quality about you. But let me warn you, don't let it go to your head. Be pleased with your talent but don't allow your ego to be inflated beyond reason. We don't have any Prima Donnas on Russian Soul Club. OK?"

"OK." It was difficult to contain my enthusiasm, though. It was just so fucking wicked to see my images! And to know that thousands of people would also see them!

That afternoon, Sasha and I went to the park to play soccer. I was so tempted to tell him about my photo shoot! But how could I? I needed to confide in somebody, though, but who? I could tell Mikhail, of course, but maybe he would be jealous. He was also at the park. When we'd gotten an opportunity to be out of my bro's earshot, I told him.

"Cool! Now you will get to go to university, Radion!"

"Yeah, but I'm sorry that you won't, Mikhail."

"Hey, don't worry. In the military I will meet many handsome guys like you!"

"Are you gay?"

"I thought you knew!"

"No. I've never thought about it."

"I've always loved you, Radion, but I was afraid to tell you. I mean, you have a girlfriend and everything."

"Hey, she's just a friend. No biggie. But I don't love you, Mikhail. I like you, but I don't love you. You need to know that."

"I already knew, Radion. I've known for a long time. Don't feel bad about it. That's life!"

It was a week later when I was back at Nikita's office that I was about to get the surprise of my life. Nikita was attending to some pics for a site called 19nitten. I couldn't believe who I was seeing on the screen. "Kostik! I know that guy! Or, at least, I did about eight years ago. We were childhood friends! So he's also a nude model?"

"And a very famous one."

"Where is he living now?"

"Here, in this city. I sometimes take his photos."

"Kostik? Here? Where? I want to meet him! We were best friends!"

"Settle down, Radion!" he laughed. "Why don't you send him an email? I'm sure he'll reply. Maybe you can organize a day to get together."

"Woohoo!"

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