Daniel meets kostik

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida, USA Part 1

Preface: I wrote this story [with Kostik's permission] about two years ago. Up until recently [March 2000] Kostik had a very popular home page, which has mysteriously disappeared. This story was a feature of his home page, but, since his HP no longer exists, I thought I'd upload the story to Nifty for the benefit of those people who haven't yet read it. mrb@mrbstories.com

It was one of the hottest pics I'd ever seen on a home page. There was no cock or balls, just this dude looking down at the camera, with his arm raised to show his almost-hairless armpit and his bare chest. He had a beautiful face -- big round eyes, a cute nose, perfect skin and a kinda half-smile like he knew you were dying to suck his juicy nipple. His black hair was a little messed up, and sorta schoolboyish in the way it flopped over his forehead, and was spiky at the crown. He was so damned awesome!

I kept looking at the soft, smooth skin in his armpit, and could imagine its boy scent wafting into my nostrils, and its moist warmth on my tongue. Fuck! I desperately wanted to get my face in there! Another pic showed him laying on his back on the beach. He was wearing a string bikini and I could see this huge bulge between his legs. Whoa, that dick looked so fucking edible! Anyway, I made it my business to get to know this Russian dude.

___________ hiya kostik

i visited ur home page today - man u are one sexy mother! i loved that pic of ur chest and armpit plus all those other pics of u in speedos! ur HOT! my name is daniel - i live in florida US - im attachin a nudie of me with this email cos id love a pic of your dick hehehe 8=========> i know heaps of dudes prolly ask for ur pics but i really hope u send me one - i cant afford the money for ur nudie pay site :(

l8r daniel ___________

I helped mom carve the pot roast for dinner. Mmmm! It smelt totally delicious, and I was starving outa my mind!

"Do you know any Russian people, mom?"

"No, I don't." She heaped potatoes and beans on my plate. "Gravy?"

"Gallons! What was it like during the Cold War?"

"Scary. Everybody thought it might lead to World War III -- but it didn't. Besides, we're all friends now, thank God. Why do you ask?"

"'Cause I met this Russian dude on the Net. He's way cool."

"Well, you know I don't comprehend much about the Internet, except that it helps people to understand each other better. It's a wonderful thing. We're living in a marvellous time, Daniel."

After dinner, I helped mom do the dishes, then went back to my room, naked except for my baggy shorts, and checked for email. I hadn't expected Kostik to answer so quickly, so it was totally wild to see his .jpg file being downloaded. My stomach was churning with excitement, and my dick was already getting hard! I couldn't wait to see his pic, so I checked it out before I read his letter.

The first thing that struck me about Kostik's pic was his skin. It was so fucking soft and smooth, like satin. His uncut dick was kinda half-hard, and flopped sideways across his stomach. It made me wonder what his foreskin would taste like, since I didn't have one -- I was cut. He was laying on his back, sunning himself on some private rooftop, with his arms folded behind his head so that I could see his sexy armpits and delicious, fleshy, brown nipples. His thick cock was in the foreground, nestled amongst his black pubes. A glass of orange juice was by his side.

As I rubbed the bulge in my shorts, my eyes wandered up and down his beautiful body with all that tanned, hairless skin just begging to be touched and kissed. The smile on his face rocked big time. It was like he wanted me to tip the orange juice all over his body and spend a week licking it off. Fuck, this dude was HOT!

__________ Hi Daniel

Thanks for you pic! You is having big dick for guy so young! :) I hope you not upset but I am very exciting when I am watching your pic. :) You have big muscles too! ... much exercise and sport? I like sport very much. I am attach my pic to this letter. Hope you like it! :) I am wish that I can do some modelling for some extra money but no luck yet. :(

Regards Kostik ___________

"Hello, Thomson Productions," came the voice over the phone.

"Hi, George, it's Daniel."

"Daniel! What a surprise!"

"Can you do me a big fav, George? I want you to check out a dude's page on the Net. He's way cool, and he wants to do some part-time modelling."

"Sure, Daniel ... oh, by the way, those TV ads you did for Burger Palace worked their butt off! I had a call from them today saying they want me to produce another spot. You interested?"

"Yeah! Awesome! Thanks!" I asked George if he had a pen and paper ready for Kostik's addy, then gave it to him. "You can find your way around from there. And please phone me back when you've had a look. OK?"

Mom walked into the kitchen as I hung up the phone. "You seem excited!"

"Yeah, I just called George. He wants me to do another Burger Palace ad! He said the last one rocked! And he's gonna check out Kostik's site."

"Kostik?"

"The Russian dude."

"Oh! Well, that's all very exciting, Daniel. My son's a TV star!" she laughed.

I went back to my room, got out of my shorts and looked at Kostik's pic on the comp screen. My boner was leaking pre-cum like a sieve already. I imagined rubbing my seven inches of hard teen meat across his beautiful, smooth chest, and in his armpit, then hoped that he would open his mouth so that I could slide my throbber between his moist lips, and let his tongue set my cock head on fire.

I stood up and started jacking off while I thought about laying on top of his warm, muscular bod. My cock would be rubbing up against his, and getting him hard, while I sucked his fleshy nipples, and tasted his sweaty armpits.

Shit! I freaked when I heard the knock on my door. "Daniel? It's George on the phone."

"K, thanks, mom." I put on my shorts, and tried to tuck my boner out of sight, but it wasn't easy with seven inches of bursting beef trying to escape. I hoped mom wouldn't notice the wet patch on my crotch as I ran to the phone.

"George?"

"Hi, Daniel. Listen up, I've checked Kostik's site, and I think this guy's got something pretty special. His face is totally different to any I've ever seen before... it has a certain charisma. I loved his big, blue eyes. Anyway, I've been in touch with a friend of mine who runs a publishing company. He told me to invite Kostik to Florida for a screen test and a photo shoot, all expenses paid, plus $2000. If the publisher likes the stuff, Kostik will earn $20,000. I've sent an email to Kostik, and I'm waiting for his reply now."

"Wow! That totally rules! That is soooo excellent!"

"Oh, and I'd like you to come on the shoot. I've got Sandy as my camera assistant, but I'll need somebody to run messages and help out. It'll be in Miami. Interested?"

"Way cool! Hang on! You'd better ask mom. And PLEASE make her say yes!"

The next couple of minutes were the most frustrating of my life. Mom was on the phone saying 'yes', and 'oh', and 'OK', and stuff like that but I still couldn't work out whether she was gonna let me go on the photo shoot! Finally, she hung up, and smiled at me. "Looks like you might be going to Miami, young man."

"Might be?"

"It depends on Kostik and whether he says yes when he writes to George."

"Oh! Kostik! Say yes! Say yes! Say yes! PLEASE say yes!"

I knew it would be at least the next day before George heard back from Kostik, so I went back to my room, threw my shorts on the bed, and got my Russian friend's pics up on the comp again.

After finding the one where he was laying on the beach in the string bikini, I stood up so that my boner was pointed straight at his image. Then I imagined licking his muscular legs all the way up to the sensitive insides of his thighs, pressing my face against his bulge, and feeling his hard meat with my lips and tongue.

I didn't want to cum too soon, so I used the palm of my flat hand to gently stroke the underside of my cock. Then I imagined using my teeth to slowly peel his bikini down past his pubes until his Russian monster bounced out and pointed to the sky. In my mind, I could smell his boy scent as I licked his beautiful balls, then ran my tongue all the way up the hard muscle under his shaft until my lips enveloped his moist, pink head and filled my mouth with the taste of his pre-cum.

I couldn't dream any longer 'cause I was about to shoot my load. I grabbed my throbber with my fist just in time. My knees buckled, my nads tightened and my back arched. A bucket of hot cum exploded from my cock head and splattered all over the keyboard and screen. It felt so fucking awesome! The best wank I'd had for weeks!

After I'd said goodnight to mom, I laid naked on my bed thinking about meeting Kostik. Damn, I hoped he would say yes to George's offer! But what if he wasn't gay? I reflected upon what he'd written on his home page about being undecided. Maybe he wasn't gay! Maybe I'd never get the chance to blow him! Maybe that nudie of him was for girls to look at! I fell asleep, wondering.

It was a week later when George, Sandy and I arrived at Miami International Airport, but Kostik's flight wasn't due for another three hours. George had already booked a hire car, so we loaded all our gear into the blue Chevy and drove to the hotel. Sandy insisted on driving. She was about eighteen and a really hot looking chick, with an awesome pair of tits pushing against her undersized white t-shirt that ended just above her navel. She wasn't wearing anything underneath so I could see her cotton-wrapped nipples as plain as day. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail, and her long, tanned legs went all the way from the black leather mini skirt to the white Reeboks.

Sandy had told me on the plane that she had seen pics of Kostik. She thought he was a major hunk, and could hardly wait to meet him. That really pissed me 'cause I'd have no fucking chance with the dude. The moment he laid eyes on her, I'd be fucking invisible. I wished I'd never fucking come on this trip.

We each had our own room in the hotel. I thought I'd take a shower before the drive back to the airport to meet Kostik 'cause I wanted to look my best. I was about to step out of the shower when the glass door slid open. It was Sandy. She was holding a towel.

"Your door was unlocked. I hope you don't mind. Step out here and let me towel you off."

She started to dry my hair, then my face, shoulders, back and chest. She was telling me how well muscled I was, and that my body felt totally excellent. I started to get a boner. By the time I felt her hand through the towel on my cock and balls, I was as hard as steel. She squatted on her heels while she dried my legs and ass, and was looking straight at my seven inches of bouncing teen meat.

"I've got a confession to make," she said softly. "You know that nudie you sent to Kostik? I told him that I had your permission for him to send it to me."

"I didn't give him permission!"

"I know. I lied." She lifted her brown eyes and dropped the wet towel on the floor. "But I was curious. That's why I wanted to towel you. I wanted to see your awesome boyhood up close."

"What for?"

"'Cause when I first saw your pic, I couldn't stop thinking about sucking it. It looked so delicious. Do you mind? George is making a million phone calls, so we have the time."

Whoa! I didn't say a thing. I just stood there not knowing how to react or what words to use. She put one hand on my balls and lightly rubbed my inner thighs with the other. Her fingers felt fucking wild! I watched her lick my pre-cum before my solid beef disappeared slowly into her beautiful face, all the way up to my small patch of blonde pubes. She started to move her head backward and forward.

My instinct immediately took over. I slid my fingers through her soft, fragrant hair, and held her just behind her ears. As her head moved toward me, I thrust my pelvis forward, then back again as her tight lips got to the end of my shaft. I could feel her tongue running along the underside of my boner and then wrapping itself around my cock head as I pumped her face. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every muscle taut with electric excitement.

When I felt my throbber harden even more, and my rush of cum about to explode, I groaned -- mostly because of pleasure, but partly to warn her. She kept sucking as my volleys of thick boy juice jetted into her mouth and down her throat. My knees bent as I rammed my cock head against the roof of her mouth and held her face to my crotch. It was so damn awesome to hear her swallowing like crazy.

It seemed like half the population of Kostik's home town must have been on that Russian jet. I searched the sea of strange faces at Miami Airport arrivals hoping to recognize my friend's big, blue eyes.

"Kot! Kot! Over here!" I shouted as I spotted that beautiful face in the crowd. Wow! He looked even more awesome than his pics. Suddenly, I realized I was jumping up and down and waving my hands around like some schoolgirl Hanson fan. Damn! I'd made a fucking fool of myself even before I'd met the dude. Well, maybe not. Kot saw me and waved his arms. His smile was a yard wide, and his white teeth flashed as he walked toward us. The closer he got, the more nervous I became. Fuck, he was the bomb!

"Hi, I am Kostik," he announced as he shook George's hand. You are being George?"

"Welcome to Miami, Kostik. This is Sandy, my camera assistant, and this is Daniel."

Kostik gave Sandy a kiss on the cheek, then shook my hand with a firm, powerful grip. I was mesmerized by his beautiful eyes and smile until I realized that only the bottom two buttons on his short-sleeve shirt were done up. I could see the groove between his tanned pecs, and part of his six pack. Stopping my dick from getting hard was almost impossible.

"It is normal for American boys to shake hands for half an hour?" he laughed.

Damn! I'd made a fucking fool of myself again! I was so impressed with meeting my hero that I was in another world. The other guys cracked as I made a feeble attempt at smiling. Kot must've noticed that my face was redder than a beet, so put his arm around my shoulder and roughed up my blonde hair. "You are cool dude, Daniel. Don't be embarrassed. OK?" I felt like hugging the crap out of him, but there was no way I was gonna make a fool of myself a third time.

George and Kot sat in the back of the Chevy on the way to the hotel. Sandy drove while George pointed to various landmarks around the city. My Russian friend was fascinated by all he saw -- tall buildings, cars of all different makes, shapes and styles, a complex arrangement of busy freeways, shops and people everywhere. I was fascinated too because I'd never been to Miami, but what interested me most was Kot. I kept glancing over my shoulder at him as he took in the sights of the city.

It was so damn wild when he leaned forward to check out whatever George was pointing to, and his shirt would fall open so that I could get a quick peek at his groovy chest. Sometimes I got to see one of his juicy brown nipples. Every now and then, though, he would suddenly turn his head and catch me staring at him. I'd immediately look away, and pretend to be interested in something out the back window or whatever, but I was pretty sure that he knew I could hardly take my eyes off him. If he did know, he didn't seem to mind 'cause his smile was friendly and understanding.

The hotel valet drove off with the Chevy as we walked into the hotel lobby. George explained to Kot that his luggage would be taken to his room by hotel staff. I watched Kot sign the register, then we all took the elevator to the tenth floor. Since George and Sandy had some kinda business to talk about, I volunteered to help Kot unpack. He thought that his room totally rocked.

"This is so wonderful, Daniel! It is like big palace!" He rolled his shirt off his brown shoulders and dropped it on the double bed. "And look! I am seeing whole city though window!"

The bell-boy dumped Kot's bags on the floor. He was about twenty and pretty good looking. I handed him a five dollar bill. "Thank you, sir." He took his time leaving, and paused at the door for one more look at Kot before he vanished into the hall.

"Why did you giving him for five dollars?"

"It's called a tip, Kot. George gave it to me earlier. Anyway, I think that dude was more interested in your tip."

"My tip?"

"Your dick."

"Oh!" he laughed, "you think he is wanting to blew mine?"

"Didn't you notice the way he was looking at you?"

"Yes, Daniel, I am noticing. He is looking at me like you did in the car."

My face turned instant crimson as I lowered my eyes. Fuck! Third time lucky in the Fool Department so far today!

Kot stood in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He was a few inches taller I was. "Daniel, look at me."

I raised my eyes to his even though I was still blushing big time and my face felt red hot. He had a gentle, peaceful expression.

"You don't have to be embarrassed when you are liking me, Daniel. I am being big compliment by you. I am feel good at your attention. Have you understanding of this?"

I nodded.

"Then be giving me a big hug like best friend."

His hands dropped from my shoulders down to my waist before he wrapped his arms around me. I hesitated for a moment because I was scared shitless, but I soon put my arms around him and leaned my face against his bare chest. Within seconds, I'd melted. The heat from his naked skin against my cheek rocked totally.

I was in heaven.

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida, USA Part 2

I was just about to help Kot unpack when George asked us to meet with him and Sandy in fifteen minutes at the hotel restaurant. He'd booked a table for dinner. Meantime, Kot took the opportunity to shower while I put his things away.

Kot had some really rad shirts like I'd never seen before, with bold designs and colors. I unfolded them and hung them in the closet. His underwear was all neatly arranged in a stack. I put them in the top draw of the dresser, along with his socks, then hung his pants and shorts. At the bottom of his suitcase was a string bikini, the same one he wore in the pics on his home page. I put it to my face. It hadn't been washed. His awesome scent filled my nostrils and excited my senses. I thought how totally awesome it would be to smell his pubes and crotch for real.

In a corner of the case was a plastic bag, which contained a bottle of shampoo, deodorant, safety razor and after-shave lotion. Woohoo! I had an excuse to go into the bathroom!

"Kot?"

He stopped singing something in Russian. "Yes?"

"I have your shampoo and stuff," I shouted over the noise of the shower, then waited for him to slide open the glass door, but it didn't move.

"OK, just be leaving them on the bench."

Shit! It had to be now or never. I couldn't waste this opportunity. I slid open the shower door and handed him the shampoo. "You'll be needing this, Kot."

"Oh, thanks, Daniel."

He was facing the wall so I could only see his cute, firm buns through the steam. Damn! I was dying to see his uncut dick! The warm water cascaded down his golden skin, making it shiny and so fucking beautiful. He had no tan line 'cause of his sun bathing, and was golden brown from head to toe. I watched him lather his black hair, then rinse off the foam.

"Have you shaved yet, Kot?"

"No time. We have to meet George for dinner."

I remembered what Sandy had done earlier. "No problem, Kot. I'll towel you while you shave."

"Good idea."

He turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. For a fleeting few seconds I saw his thick, soft cock. Just the tip of his pink head was showing through the capuccino-colored foreskin. I promised myself that I would get a chance sooner or later to peel it back and see his whole knob.

Although I was pissed at having to stand behind him while he lathered his face in front of the mirror, I dried his hair, then shoulders and back. I reached around and dried his chest and stomach as he shaved. Meantime, my throbber was pressed hard against my shorts, and I could feel the coolness of my pre-cum on my hot cock head. I ran the towel over his narrow hips and around his funky globes before he lifted one leg so that I could towel his ass crack. Jeez, that made me so fucking horny! I could feel his hole with my fingers through the towel. Then I reached between his legs and dried his nuts and cock.

"You are making me hard, Daniel."

"Sorry, dude. Just doing my job." I could feel his meat getting thicker and longer as I rubbed it with the towel. Fuck! This was so damned wicked!

After he'd finished shaving, he turned to face me. His rod was rock solid and pointed straight out. The foreskin had now peeled all the way back to reveal his moist, pink head and piss hole. "Now, see what you have done!" he laughed. "Quick now! Be drying my legs. I have to get dressed."

I knelt down and ran the towel up and down his long, muscular legs but I couldn't take my eyes off his magnificent, thick beef and perfect hangers. He raised one foot so that I could dry between his toes. Then the other. I was loving this, and he fucking knew it! He was my idol. Big time!

We were just a few minutes late when we arrived at the restaurant, and apologized to George as we were seated by the waiter, dressed in his crisp black and whites. Kostik studied the menu. "This food is foreign to me. I am not knowing what I am choosing."

"Lemme choose for you, Kot. You and I will have the same." I ordered two medium/rare fillet steaks, grilled, with mushroom and green pepper sauce, fresh vegetables in season, and potato balls with cheese. George ordered tuna steak and salad. Sandy chose a light meal of smoked salmon garnished with asparagus and onion rings. For pre-dinner drinks, Kot and I decided on Coke, the others went for mineral water. A bottle of Australian Wolf Blass Chardonnay was to come later.

While we waited for the food, George explained tomorrow's schedule. The photo shoot for the swimwear would be in a rented studio in the morning. We would then drive to Miami beach for lunch, followed by the second shoot. After tonight's dinner, we'd return to George's room to check out the swimwear, and let Kot try it on for size.

I didn't say much while we were eating. George and Sandy spent most of the time asking Kot questions about his life in Russia and stuff. It was interesting but I could tell that he didn't wanna talk about how his country had changed since the collapse of the Soviet Union. He preferred to talk about his holiday in Cyprus and his ambition to be a computer scientist.

During the conversation I was becoming increasingly jealous of Sandy. She was giving him the eye, and he was smiling at her like he wanted to fuck her stupid. At one stage, he reached under the table supposedly to retrieve his napkin, but I figured he was touching her knee. Her girlish giggle was getting to be totally annoying.

"What's up, Daniel?" George asked. "You don't look too happy."

I swallowed a piece of steak and washed it down with a sip of Coke. "I guess I'm just pooped after all the excitement. I'll be OK in the morning."

Back in George's room, Kot undressed in readiness to try on a bunch of swimwear. I'd never seen the brand before -- it had a small pic of a flying eagle on the side. I read the slogan printed on the box, "Free as a bird in Eagles".

The Russian Adonis looked so fucking awesome as he stood there smiling, waiting for Sandy to hand him the first pair of togs. His dick was semi-hard, but he wasn't the least bit self-conscious about his nakedness. He had a kinda self- confident air about him that made him special.

I sat on the plush, carpeted floor watching Kot trying on the different togs. Sandy was helping him in and out of each pair. She would hold them while he put his feet through the holes, then pull them up his smooth, muscular legs. And every time she did that, his dick and balls would hang over the edge while she reached around behind him and adjusted the swimmers over his buns. Then, she'd tuck his furniture into the Eagles. Jeez!

After he'd done a few poses, she'd kneel in front of him and slowly drag the Eagles down his legs, making sure that she got a good look at his family jewels up close. I was surprised that he didn't get fully hard. Maybe he wasn't straight. Or maybe he was just being professional. Anyway, I was so fucking jealous of Sandy. How come she was doing my job? She was supposed to be the camera assistant. I decided to stand up for myself.

"Shouldn't that be my job?"

"Daniel's right, Sandy," George agreed. "You'll be busy with lights and reflectors tomorrow."

Sandy pretended to be cool about my taking over, but for a split second I saw a flash of female spite in her eyes. "Tough shit," I thought.

George then gave me a make-up kit, and explained how I would need to give Kostik a full body treatment just before tomorrow's shoot, plus touch-ups in between shots to remove 'shine' from his skin. I understood, and couldn't wait to dust that moist, tan powder all over his awesome body.

For the next half hour or so, I spent my time helping Kot in and out of his Eagles while I got plenty of chances to eye his delicious equipment. Damn! I wanted so fucking bad to eat that bouncing dick, which dangled just inches from my face, and taste his hot, sticky milk.

There were only a half dozen other people in the hotel restaurant as we gulped down an early breakfast of cereal, eggs, toast and orange juice. Within twenty minutes, we were in the blue Chevy driving to the rented studio. It was a massive room with scaffolding across the high roof, supporting all kinds of big lights. We were allocated a small section in one corner. At the back was a huge picture of a beach scene, with the words 'Eagles - Free as a Bird' printed at regular intervals.

Sandy set up the floor lights and taped blue cellophane over the lenses. George unfolded the tripod and screwed the Nikon camera on top. I opened the box of Eagles and started getting hard again at the thought of Kot's dick dangling in front of my face. My Russian friend had already undressed and was standing near a marked spot on the floor. Under the glare of all the lights, he was beginning to sweat. I noticed that he'd been wearing the string bikini that I saw in his suitcase at the hotel. It reminded me of his wild scent.

"Over here, Kostik," George beckoned with his finger. "You need full body make- up."

While Sandy kept fiddling with the lights, and George rummaged around in a box of camera lenses and filters, I patted Kot's body with the tissues to dry his sweat, then powdered his smooth, brown skin. He closed his eyes as I patted his excellent face. It gave me an opportunity to study his fine bone structure and sensuous lips. When I arrived at his chest and shoulders, his muscle tone felt firm and erotic.

"Are you enjoying your job, Daniel?" he laughed. "Don't be worrying about my dick. It will be hidden behind the Eagles."

"George said a FULL body treatment, so that's what you're getting, dude." I took a moment to allow my eyes to drink in his beautiful smile. How I wished he could come and live here in Florida.

"OK, Daniel, you are the boss ... dude."

Powdering this Russian god's cock and balls was just so fucking wild! I purposely made them bounce, hoping he would get hard, but he didn't -- only semi-hard so that half of his pink head poked through his foreskin. I wondered how much cum he had stored in his perfectly round hangers, and imagined it spurting out of his piss hole. I was sure he was teasing the hell outa me, and loving every second of my frustration.

For the next two hours, I helped Kot in and out of his Eagles, and powdered the shine on his skin between shots. It was strange 'cause there was so much pressure from George about getting the shots perfect that it became a real job. I started to forget about the sexy side of what I was doing and concentrated on being efficient. It was important for Kot to get the Eagles modelling contract.

The drive to Miami beach took us from the city across the bridge over Biscayne Bay -- a narrow waterway which separated Miami Beach from the mainland -- to an island of sub-tropical splendor. George explained that there was no industry on the island... no railroads, no airport. It was a dedicated, luxury tourist resort for 365 days a year. Its main claim to fame, apart from the hundreds of skyscrapers and holiday apartment buildings, was its eight miles of white sandy beach, dotted with green tropical palms and lots of colorful marinas.

Captain Reynolds welcomed us aboard his Bertram 35. It was a sport-fishing boat, but on this occasion it was our floating restaurant. George was an old friend of the red-bearded Captain's, and had organised this special surprise for us.

The bow of the Bertram rose steeply as its stern dipped. The twin GMC diesels roared and spat their loud, throaty exhaust into the deep, foamy hollow just forward of our huge, blue-green and white wake. A four-man inflatable dinghy, attached by a rope to the Bertram, bobbed around like a cork behind us. The salt air smelt fresh and clean.

"Where are we headed?" I shouted to George.

"Secluded spot the Cap'n knows about. Great for a photo shoot. We'll anchor there and have lunch. Why don't you and Kot climb up to the fly bridge. Great view from up there. The Cap'n will drive from below."

Kot took off all his clothes except for his string bikini, so I followed suit down to my boxer shorts. Then we climbed the narrow, stainless-steel ladder to the open cockpit where I offered my Russian friend the driver's chair, since he was our guest. I sat in the seat alongside him.

The view was awesome. About fifteen feet directly below we could see the polished timber fore and aft decks of the Bertram, as well as way out to sea. Being up so high, we rocked and rolled with the six foot swell. Every now and then, the boat would collide with an oncoming wave and send a wall of white spray over the bow. It was way, way cool.

"I recognize that bikini you're wearing, Kot."

"Oh? You mean this one I am wearing in my home page pics?"

"Yeah."

"You like?"

"Dammit, Kot, stop teasing me! You KNOW I like! Jeez!"

"I am teasing of you?" he laughed. "You are teasing of me! That pic you sent to me of your big dick. I don't believe you! You are too young!"

Damn! I couldn't believe my luck! This was an opportunity to give him an eyeful of my throbber in private. If he was gay, he would get excited and blow me for sure. "So you don't believe me, Kot?" I stood up and dropped my shorts. My semi hung at five inches. Suddenly, the boat lurched and sent me flying into my friend. I regained my balance but kept my cock just a few inches from his face. He narrowed his eyes to check out my lunch.

"Hmmm, you have a big one! Interesting because I am not before seeing cut dick. But, it's not as big as your pic, Daniel."

"It's not hard yet."

"Then be getting it hard and showing me."

"I can't do it myself. I have to hang on to the rails or I'll fall over. You do it."

"K, but only for experiment. Not for sex."

He stroked my meat with his fist. Whoa! It was the most awesome sight to see my idol feeling my boy beef. His touch was so damn exciting, I was hard in just a few seconds.

"Wow!!! It's true, Daniel!"

"It gets bigger. Keep stroking me," I lied. I wanted to keep feeling his magic touch for as long as possible.

"Bigger? OK, then. But, remember, only for experiment."

He stroked my seven inch throbber for about another minute. That's all it took. My whole body stiffened from the thrill of his fist. I felt the rush of cum about to exit my tightening balls, but it was too late for me to turn away. A fucking bucket of my boy juice exploded out of my swollen head and splattered all over his face and chest. He was so surprised that he just let it happen. For that amazing ten seconds, I watched my sticky cum slowly drip down my hero's perfectly tanned skin. Woohoo! It was just too fucking incredible for words.

"Kot! Jeez! I'm so sorry, dude! I ... it ... I just ..."

"Don't worry, Daniel. You are horny boy," he laughed. "It is cool. Give me your shorts."

He wiped my cum off his body with my shorts, then roughed up my blonde hair with his hand. "It's OK, Daniel. Experiments not always working like it should." His beautiful smile forgave me, but I still didn't know if he was gay or straight. Damn!

After about twenty minutes of powering through the rolling blue sea, we altered course and headed for a small sandy beach fringed with palms. There wasn't a building or person in sight. I noticed the water changing color to a light green as it became shallower. It was crystal clear. The twin deisels suddenly died, and plunged us into an eerie silence except for the lapping of small waves against the hull. Then the silence was broken for a moment by the metallic rumbling of the anchor chain.

Kot pointed to starboard. "Look!"

I followed the direction of his finger and saw a pod of porpoises. It was obvious that we both had the same idea as we scrambled down the ladder and dived overboard. Underwater, I could see Kot swimming just a short distance in front of me. As we got closer to the porpoises, they became curious and darted all around us. There must've been fifty of them, at least. Jeez, they were quick! One leisurely flick of their tail, and they'd glide effortlessly through the water like blue-grey torpedos, then suddenly change direction. Some of them were pretty friendly and got really close to us. Their faces were just so damn cute! I watched Kot reach out to touch one of them, but it sped off. Another one headed toward me at full speed. I shit myself! But when it got to within a few feet, it flicked its tail, broke the surface of the water, disappeared over the top of me, and splashed down a few yards further on. Totally rad!

Ten minutes later, we returned to the anchored Bertram and climbed aboard. Kot and I were so eager to tell our stories about swimming with the porpoises, we both talked over the top of each other, trying to impress George and the Cap'n with tales of our amazing experience. I wasn't sure they understood a word of our frenzied babble, but I figured they got the general idea. It rocked big time!

During our swim, the Cap'n had arranged lunch on a table just inside the cabin. Kot's eyes bulged. Lobster, crab, chicken, ham, oysters, roast beef and some weird red stuff.

"What's the red stuff?"

"Ask Kot."

"It's caviar -- sturgeon's roe -- fish eggs from Russia."

"What's it taste like?"

"A woman's vagina," Kot cracked, and collapsed on the deck holding his stomach as he laughed.

Just then, Sandy arrived. She'd been sunbathing on the fore deck, wearing only her bikini bottom. Her tits were awesome. Big, round and firm, with large brown nipples. She'd undone her pony tail, allowing her long blonde hair to drape over her tanned shoulders. Kot stopped laughing and looked up at Sandy. I could tell by the expression in his wide eyes that he had sex on his mind.

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida, USA Part 3

After lunch on the Bertram, we loaded our gear into the inflatable dinghy. George let me start the outboard motor and steer the craft to shore. It was way cool fun! The Cap'n stayed on board the cruiser.

The next three hours were spent shooting more pics of Kot wearing swimwear. In a lotta the shots, George had him running outa the water and up the sandy beach toward the camera. As he sprinted across the sand, his tanned muscles would bulge and stretch, and his wet, shiny skin looked so fucking sexy. And when the Eagles were drenched by the sea water, I could see the outline of his thick cock through the fine material. Then, when he turned around, the Eagles would cling to his ass crack like a second skin. Somehow, that looked even sexier than when he was naked. Jeez!

My job was to apply water-proof make-up to parts of his face, shoulders, chest and legs while he changed out of one pair of Eagles and into the next. Sandy took care of the big, circular, hand-held reflector for close-up shots. It looked kinda like a cane hoop covered with thin, silver, metallic cloth, and reflected sunlight to parts of his body that were in shade.

It was about 4pm when George declared it was a 'wrap'. The guys were pretty tired and decided to have a short swim followed by a sunbake on the sand. I was still feeling pretty energetic so I figured I'd check out the beach. I wandered up to the fringe of palm trees and then beyond into dense, dark-green vegetation. There were narrow trails -- probably made by animals -- that I followed as I pushed branch after branch outa my way.

I'd arrived at a point where I thought that, if I ventured any further inland, I'd get lost, so I started to backtrack. As I neared the familiar sound of the waves on the beach, I heard voices. I was pretty sure that one of them was Kostik's.

I crept through the heavy, green undergrowth and crouched behind a bush from where I figured the voices were coming. I used my hands to slowly part two branches, just enough for me to see into a small, grassy clearing. Sandy and Kot were naked. He was fondling her big, round tits while she had her hand on his hard cock. They were no more than a few feet away from me.

"I've been waiting for this moment ever since I saw your home page pics, Kostik."

"You are having very beautiful breasts, Sandy. I am wanting sex with you."

Sandy squatted in front of him and sucked his boner for a minute or so, while I imagined what her tongue must have been doing to his tender, uncut knob. Then she laid on her back on the grass and raised her legs. Her wet oyster was pointed right at me. Kot knelt down between her knees and prepared to fuck her. I was right behind him as I watched his hand guide his throbber into her cunt. Then he leaned forward so that his ass cheeks spread apart and revealed his brown and pink hole. I'd never seen it before, but I wanted to taste it bad. It looked delicious.

I couldn't help feeling as jealous as all fucking hell as I crouched in my hiding place and watched Kot's balls thumping Sandy's ass, but I couldn't move for fear of being discovered. They were both making loud groaning noises as my Russian friend's meat pumped hard and fast. It was incredible to watch his ass rising and falling as his rock-hard dick slid in and out of her. He was so damn aggressive, her body would jolt every time he thrust forward. Eventually, he let out an almighty roar as his tight nads emptied their juicy prize into Sandy. I chose that moment to get the fucking hell out of there.

I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care, as my legs staggered through the dense jungle. In my fury, I grabbed branches and broke them, then smashed them against other branches. My teeth were clenched. I was snorting in anger like some enraged bull. Finally, I broke down and sobbed my fucking heart out.

I didn't know how much time had elapsed before I heard voices calling my name. They were getting closer. I didn't want them to see me like this -- red-eyed from crying -- so I got to my feet and barged my way through the thick undergrowth until I staggered through a bunch of head-high palms and slammed into something brown.

"Daniel! I am being so glad to see you!" Kot held me tight, and used one hand to press my face against his warm, naked chest. "I thought you might be eating by the alligator!"

My beautiful friend then held me at arm's length and planted his sweet lips all over my face. He must have kissed me twenty times. "Daniel, your eyes are being red. You are crying. Don't worry. Everything is being OK now. Kostik is here for you."

It was well after midnight as I laid naked on my bed in the hotel room thinking about the day's events. I couldn't sleep. Even though I was jealous of Sandy, I was feeling a lot better because Kot was worried about me when I was lost. It felt so awesome to be held tightly in his strong arms and to be safe once again. I put my hand to my face and pretended that it was his smooth, muscular chest.

Sandy and George were also genuinely worried about me. For the rest of the day, I'd been feeling guilty about acting like a fucking dork when I ran away. I was going to have to accept the fact that Kot liked chicks. But, maybe he would like to have sex with me, too. Maybe.

I couldn't stand thinking any more about Kot in his Eagles on the beach, and being naked between changes, or about the time I'd towelled him in the bathroom.

I crept across the hall to 1010. Woohoo! His door was unlocked! I entered his room and closed the door silently behind me.

As my eyes adjusted to the soft, dim light coming through the window, I could see Kot sprawled naked on his back on top of his bed. One leg was dangling over the side, and his arms were stretched above his head. Apart from his soft breathing, the only sound was the pounding of my heart in my ears. I knew I'd be in fucking deep shit if I was busted.

I got down on all fours and crawled over to his bed. His foot was too irresistible to ignore. As gently as I could, I kissed it, then lightly ran my lips over his toes. The bumpy touch sent chills up and down my spine. My cock was rock hard.

I moved closer toward his head, sat on my heels, then leaned forward and, without touching his skin, put my face in his armpit. His small bunch of soft hairs tickled my nose as my nostrils drank in his funky scent. It was warm and so damn sexy. Meanwhile, my fist was stroking my boner.

I moved a little further forward until my face was directly above his. His mouth was slightly open and I could smell his hot, sweet breath as he slept. I wondered if I'd be able put my lips to his without waking him. Just as I felt our lips touch ever so delicately, he snorted and rolled his head to one side. I managed to pull back a split second before he brought his hand down and rubbed his face. He licked his lips a couple of times, swallowed, then went still again. His hand flopped on his chest.

I paused for a moment until my heart stopped thumping like a giant fist inside my chest, then I put my mouth over his brown nipple. My tongue felt his button of hard flesh as I kept stroking my meat.

Suddenly, Kot's chest started to heave as his breathing became more rapid. His eyelids were fluttering. I looked down at his cock. It was rock solid and laying flat on his stomach. I hurried around to the base of the bed and put my head between his legs. The scent from his crotch smelt totally rad, and electrified every nerve in my body. I licked his balls and then sent my tongue along the hard muscle that ran the length of the underside of his six inch boner. I sensed that he was having an erotic dream.

I carefully took his rigid meat in my fingers, lifted it to my face, then put my mouth over its swollen pink head, and waited for his explosion of cum. In a few moments, I felt the warm, tasty jets of his juice firing into my mouth. His milk was salty and thick. I swallowed it as fast as it erupted. Damn, he tasted so fucking fine!

"Daniel?"

"Shit!"

I ran out of his room and back to my own where I hid in the bathroom. Seconds later, he was knocking on my bathroom door.

"Daniel? Open the door!"

"I'm sorry, Kot. I didn't mean to... I just..."

"Open the door!"

After a few moments, I let him in. He was smiling. His big, blue-green eyes looked gentle and friendly. "Daniel, you are being a wild boy! I know what you did and it's OK. Come with me back to my room." He took my hand and led me to his apartment, where he opened two bottles of Coke. We sat side by side on the edge of his bed.

"So, what am I tasting like?"

"Awesome, Kot. Your cum rules."

"I was being in a dream when I am waked up and seeing you."

"Who was in it?"

"I'm not sure. A person with blonde hair."

"Sandy's got blonde hair -- and so have I. Who was it?"

"I don't remember, but I am remembering the lips on my dick."

"Was it me in the dream?"

"Maybe," he laughed.

"Kot?"

"Yes."

"Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?"

He turned off the bedlamp as we laid naked on top of his bed. "K, but no more sucking! Promise?"

"Promise."

"Kot?"

"What now?"

"Can I hug you before I go to sleep?"

"One small hug."

I rolled on top of him and put the side of my face against his warm, meaty chest. Jeez! I wanted to stay exactly like that forever.

"Daniel. I am feeling your boner on my stomach. Maybe you must be jacking off now so we are sleeping properly until morning!"

I reached over to the bedlamp and turned it back on. "Can I look at you while I jack off?"

"If it means I am sleeping soon, yes," he sighed. "What are you want me to doing?"

"I'll lay on the floor and you stand over me."

I laid on my back on the floor while he planted his feet either side of my chest, and put his hands on his hips. "Like this?"

"Yeah, only flex your muscles and stuff."

After a minute or so, he started to enjoy teasing me. He put one foot on the bed so I could look up at his asshole as well as his hangers and dick. Fuck, he was sooo damn hot! Woohoo! Then he started feeling his own buns and nads knowing that I would give anything to get my hands on them -- and my tongue. It didn't take long before my nuts tightened and I blew a huge load all over my stomach and chest. Some of my boy juice sprayed on his lower legs and stuck to his fine black hairs. I raised myself on one elbow and licked it off.

Five minutes later, I was almost asleep when Kot tapped me on the shoulder. "Daniel? Are you being awake?"

"Yeppers."

"I am thinking about today when I am finding you in the swamp."

I had a feeling that I was gonna be in deep shit. I threw my arm over his chest, and my leg over his waist, then buried my head in his soft, warm armpit. I hung on tight so he couldn't get rid of me.

"Ah, I see! I am being correct of my thoughts." He ran his fingers through my blonde hair for a moment. His other hand soothed my back. "You have heard of Russian intelligence?"

"You mean the KGB?"

"No, I mean Kostik," he laughed. "You saw Sandy and me together in the bushes, no?"

There was a long silence before I said yes. He continued to play with my hair and rub my back while I held him as tight as I could.

"I know you love me, Daniel, but you are only young."

"But nobody will ever know if we have sex."

"Two people will be knowing, Daniel -- you and me."

It was almost 6:30am when I woke to find Kot snoring alongside me. I shook his shoulders. "Kot! Wake up! We're late for today's photo shoot! No time to waste! We'd better shower together."

I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower tap. My friend joined me a few seconds later. "But I need to be pissing first!"

"Piss in the shower. Quick! Get in!"

He was still half asleep as he stumbled into the stall, then put his face under the hot spray and ran his fingers through his wet hair while I watched the water cascading down his smooth, tanned skin. It tumbled over his black pubes and off the head of his cock like a little waterfall. I knelt down and let the river of steamy water from his dick wash over my face.

"Stand up, Daniel. I am pissing soon."

"Doesn't bother me."

"You are crazy American," he insisted. "I have to piss now!"

I watched the water running off his thick, brown semi slowly turn yellow. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and tasted his pee until he'd finished his long morning piss. Whoa! It rocked big time! Then I soaped him up.

It was so damn awesome to feel every part of his shiny body with my slippery, lathered hands. His muscles were firm and meaty. His buns were tight and perfectly rounded. His smooth chest and muscular shoulders were too fucking wild for words. He was smiling at me the whole time, though, because he knew that I thought his body was way fucking cool.

After that, I soaped his neck and cheeks and shaved his face. He didn't have much of a beard -- just a bit on his chin, top lip, and a little below his cheek bones, next to his ears. But, as I ran the safety razor over his skin, I couldn't help thinking how beautiful his face was. He was like a god to me.

George and Sandy had only just arrived at the hotel restaurant as we came through the door. Over breakfast, George explained today's shoot.

"It will be at the rented studio. We're due there in an hour from now. You're all aware that these shots are for a nude calendar. It should sell well to both gays and females. The only prop will be a ladder..."

"And Kot's dick," I cracked.

Kot whacked me over the head with his napkin. "Don't be cheeky!"

Just before we were about to leave the restaurant for the studio, George and Kot went to the toilet. I watched Sandy drink the last drop of her orange juice before replacing her glass on the table, and giving me a distinctly unfriendly stare.

"You like Kot a lot, don't you, Daniel."

"He's OK."

"C'mon, Daniel. I've seen the way you look at him."

"And I've seen the way YOU fucking look at him!"

"Ooer! Daniel's getting bitchy! Listen, kid, you'd better realize something right now. Kot's straight. I know that for certain. So, just chill. OK?"

"Sandy, you sucked my cock the other day in the shower. How many cocks do you suck a day? Do you keep count? Just because you're an easy fuck doesn't mean Kot is straight."

"You fucking little prick! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"Hey! Hey! What's this?" demanded George who'd arrived back at the table.

"Nothing, George," I said, quietly.

"Well, I hope not! This is a professional shoot we're on. No time for personal shit. We've got a job to do. OK? Now, let's go."

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida, USA Part 4

Sandy drove the blue Chevy to the rented studio where we would shoot the pics for the nude calendar featuring Kostik. George was sitting in the back with me. As we sped along the road, Kot's head didn't stop swivelling the whole damn trip. He was trying to absorb what was, for him, a whole new world.

"Miami is so different to Russia! Back home, we are having buildings hundreds of years aged. Here, everything is being new! And so much of sunshine!"

It was a surprise to see the corner of the studio that we would be using. It was totally bare except for two wooden ladders about ten feet tall, and a big, blue backdrop. The ladders were those triangular-shaped ones that supported themselves. One was for Kostik, the other was for George. George checked all his Nikon camera gear while Sandy set the overhead and floor lights. My job was to give Kot full body make-up again. Woohoo!

As I powdered his horny, tanned body, I thought about all those tens of thousands of visitors to his home page -- the ones who left messages on his guestbook about how beautiful he was. They would have given their right nad to be where I was now.

Kot lifted his arms so I could apply make-up to his soft, creamy-colored armpits. Then I dusted his shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. I still couldn't believe any guy could have such smooth, silky skin. He turned around and lifted one leg so that I could powder between his firm, round ass cheeks. I looked at his cute pink hole and made a promise to myself that I would get my tongue in there before he went back to Russia.

When I knelt to powder his slim, muscular legs and crotch, he raised one foot and touched the tip of my nose with his big toe. "You are being fucking big time make-up dude, Daniel."

I collapsed on my back on the floor laughing my tits off. His Russian-English really cracked me up. It was just so fucking cute! Damn, I loved this dude! He laughed with me, but I could tell that he didn't quite understand what was so funny.

Kot stood by the side of the ladder while George explained the poses he wanted, and the various angles he would be shooting from. "And, Kostik, I want your eyes to follow the camera all the time. You must always communicate with the lens. Understand?" Kot nodded and smiled.

The months from January through December were represented by a series of shots showing Kot climbing the ladder, step by step. George took shots from the floor looking up, and from the second ladder looking across and down. January and February were tease shots, and showed part of Kot's cock and pubes. By the time Kot was half way up the ladder, and had posed for the July and August shots, I could see his dick, balls and asshole between his tanned legs.

October was totally fucking awesome. He put his back to the ladder and the heels of his feet on two rungs, one immediately above the other. He arched his spine and thrust his thick semi into the air. George shot the pics from close to the floor with a 135mm lens so that Kot's feet were in the foreground, and his dick kinda hung in a curve toward the lens like he was gonna piss on it. Kot's wicked grin topped it off. I figured those shots would have made even straight dudes cream their jeans.

November and December were pics of Kot on the top two rungs of the ladder showing his cute ass and cock, and looking down over his shoulder at the floor- level camera. Then George climbed the second ladder and got some great shots of Kot's smiling face.

The final shot was of Kot sitting on the very top of the ladder with his heels resting on a rung a few feet below. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and his chin cupped in his hands. His cock and balls were dangling in mid air. I could see the tip of his moist, pink knob poking through his foreskin. The expression on his beautifully chiselled face was like 'climb the ladder and eat me'.

The whole shoot took about three hours because of rest breaks, lighting adjustments, extra make-up and stuff. Then George took the rolls of film to the lab in another part of the building to be developed and scanned so he could send them, together with the Eagles shots, to the publishing office for approval. While George was away, Kot took a shower to wash off the make-up. I walked up to Sandy.

"I'm sorry for what I said at breakfast this morning, Sandy."

She folded the last of the light stands, put it in a big aluminum box and smiled at me. "I'm sorry too, Daniel."

"Mr B told me once that it's way uncool to be jealous because it destroys hearts and minds."

"Who's Mr B?"

"Some dude I know on the net. Bit of an old fart but he's cool," I laughed.

"Well, he's right. Jealousy is fucked. You wanna help me put this stuff in the car?"

"Sure."

On the way to the Chevy I told Sandy what had happened in the swamp yesterday, and that I'd seen her and Kot fucking.

"So that's why you ran away and got lost? Damn! You had us all scared shitless!"

"Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry. It was way dumb."

"Have you had sex with Kot?"

"Nah, he reckons I'm too young. Besides, I dunno if he's gay or bi or whatever. I know he likes me, though."

"How do you know?"

"Because I sucked his dick when he was asleep and he woke up and busted me. But he was cool. It was so fucking awesome. I wish I could suck it again. His cum tasted excellent."

"Maybe I can help you."

"Really? Woohoo! How?"

"Dunno yet," she said as she roughed up my blonde hair and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Lemme work on it."

When we got back to the studio, Kot had already showered and dressed. He helped us carry more stuff to the car. Kot was way cool like that. I mean, he was a fucking super-star in our eyes but he acted normally. He didn't have a big head or anything. He wasn't shy, but he wasn't on some ego trip either.

"K, guys," George bellowed has he bounded through the studio door, "it's play time. I just phoned Captain Reynolds. His boat is free this afternoon, so we'll drive to Miami Beach and take a ride." He turned to my Russian friend. "Kot, have you ever parasailed?"

"You are meaning parachute behind boat?"

"That's it."

"I am being sure I can do it." Kot rubbed his hands excitedly, and showed his sparkling white teeth behind his beaming smile. Damn, he was so cool looking. Being around this killer dude was giving me a permanent boner.

We grabbed some burgers, fries and Cokes for lunch and ate them in the car on the drive to the beach. Kot was intrigued by the way we didn't even have to leave the Chevy to order our food. We used the 'drive-thru' at McDonalds.

On board the Bertram, I wondered how long Captain Reynolds had been growing his bushy red beard. "Since I was about your age," he laughed. Then he explained how the parasailing worked. There was a small platform at the rear of the boat, a harness and a winch. A parachute was folded nearby.

The twin GMC diesels burbled into life and spat their exhaust below the stern, just above the water line. It was such a wild, throaty sound, kind of sexy even. Then the stern gently dipped and we headed a little way out to sea. The swell was only a foot or two high, and there wasn't a cloud in the bright, blue sky. The conditions were perfect. The salt air smelt funky.

The Cap'n throttled back and let the diesels idle while the boat drifted with the current, and the waves slapped noisily against the hull. George and I had already stripped down to our Eagles. Kot was in his string bikini which drove me fucking crazy 'cause it was so damned hot looking. Sandy was bare-boobed, and in mini-shorts.

The Cap'n and I helped Kot into the harness as he stood on the platform. "K, Kot. I'll drive the boat forward. George and Daniel will hold up the edges of the parachute. The 'chute will begin to fill with air and lift, and you'll be flying!"

While the Cap'n returned to the cockpit, Kot was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I am being so excited, my stomach is being filled with butterflies!"

The diesels roared, the stern dipped. George and I held the edges of the bright red and white 'chute as it began to inflate with the forward movement of the boat. Within seconds, Kot's bare feet lifted from the platform and he rose gracefully into the air. A moment later, the rope that secured the 'chute to the winch had reached its full length. Kot was flying about fifty feet above the water, and thirty feet behind us.

The Cap'n gave the Bertram full throttle -- about 30 knots. He steered a zig-zag course so that Kot was being flung from side to side every time the boat changed direction. I couldn't hear anything above the noise of the engines, but I could clearly see that my Russian hero was laughing like crazy as he waved to us. He was having a way cool time.

After about 10 minutes, George winched Kot back down to the platform. Once our Russian friend's feet had hit the deck, the Cap'n throttled back, which allowed the 'chute to slowly deflated.

It was my turn next. I was so fucking excited about flying that I couldn't stop getting a throbber. Kot saw the huge tent in my Eagles and laughed. For a fleeting second, I saw something in his eyes -- like he might have been thinking about blowing me.

There was no way that I could have described the feeling of flying five storeys above the Bertram with the wind in my face. It was so way fucking cool! I would look down and see the boat suddenly veer to port or starboard, and lean heavily into its new direction. A second later, I'd be flung sideways in a wide arc at increased speed, like a water skier does when the boat turns sharply, except I was in the air like a bird.

The sight of the boat below was awesome -- exactly what a seagull would see. It was only from up there that you could watch the sea spray over the plunging bow of the Bertram, and it's white wake aft at the same time. It was a big boat, but it looked so damn small compared to the endless miles of blue ocean.

It was about 6pm when we got back to our hotel in Miami city. We decided to go to our rooms and shower before dinner at 7:30. I waited for about five minutes and went to Kot's room. His door was slightly ajar. I called his name but there was no answer. I searched his apartment but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn! I was gonna tell him my shower wouldn't work so that I could shower with him. I returned to my apartment, undressed and went into the bathroom.

"Daniel?" I recognized Sandy's voice. "Can we come in?"

"We?" I said to myself. I turned around to see Kot and Sandy standing at the open bathroom door.

"Our showers aren't working, Daniel. We thought you wouldn't mind if we used yours."

I cracked up big time. So did they 'cause they must have realized that I knew they were lying. I told them I'd gone to Kot's room with the very same idea.

The three of us in the shower at once was a pretty tight squeeze, especially with Sandy's huge tits. We soaped each other up for a while when Sandy asked me to close my eyes.

"What for?"

"One of us is gonna blow you and we don't want you to know who it is."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Don't argue. Just close your eyes. And if you open them, the deal's off. OK?"

I closed my eyes and felt the guys changing positions around me, but I couldn't tell who was doing what. A pair of hands ran up and down my thighs, then something warm and wet slid along the shaft of my boner. "Is it Kot?" There was no answer. If Sandy had answered, I would have known it was Kot sucking me. But they were too smart to fall for that lamo trick.

I felt the awesome sensation of tight lips gliding up and down my hard meat, and a tongue working the underside of my cock and knob as I fucked the mystery face. A third hand started massaging my balls. One of the hands must have been Kot's. That thought alone rocked big time. My whole body was on fire. Then I felt a finger in my asshole. Damn! If it wasn't Kot sucking me, then it must have been his hand on my balls and his finger in my ass! Jeez!

A few minutes later, my nuts tightened and my ass muscles squeezed whoever's finger. My cock head exploded with a truckload of boy juice. I couldn't help screaming my lungs out as I felt my throbber ram the roof of whoever's mouth as each jet of my cum erupted in an erotic fury. I heard lots of swallowing and gagging noises. Could it have been my Russian hero swallowing my jizz?

There was a quick shuffling of wet, slippery bodies again before I heard Kot say that I could open my eyes now. When I did, those two fuckers were both grinning at me through the steam. I studied their eyes for a moment but there was no fucking way I could pick who blew me. Kot's dick was as hard as a rock, but that could have been because he was in the shower with a hot looking chick. I wondered if I'd ever find out whose face I'd just fucked.

After we'd towelled each other, I got the feeling that my Russian friend wanted to screw Sandy. I also got the impression that they wouldn't have minded if I'd stayed to watch, but I figured it was better to leave them alone, so I dressed and went for a walk.

The bellboy who delivered Kot's luggage to his room was in the hotel elevator. "How is your Russian friend enjoying Miami?" I told him all about the photo shoots, and the parasailing. He wanted to know if I could get him a copy of the nude calendar. He was gay, alright. No doubt about it. "My name is Andre. If I can do anything for you guys, just let me know. It's my day off tomorrow. Maybe I can show you around Miami."

The hotel restaurant was packed at 7:30. We could hardly hear each other talking over the babble from all the other diners. We'd only just ordered our food when George got a call on his cell phone. He put one finger in his free ear so that he could hear the person on the other end of the call. While George chatted on the phone, Kot leaned over and whispered to me.

"What is it meaning if Sandy says I am 'rad porker'?"

I put my face to Kot's ear. "It means she enjoyed you fucking her."

"Hey, you guys. No secrets, OK?" Sandy demanded. "What's going on?"

Kot blushed as I explained to Sandy what she'd meant by a rad porker, which caused her to crack big time. "Well, he is! He's the best bonk I've had in ages. He's got that European touch. He makes sure the girl has a good time, too, instead of just sticking it in and emptying his balls."

I'm not sure Kot understood what Sandy had just said, but his face was redder than a fire engine. To me, that made him all the more special. He was the kind of dude who was good at everything he did, but didn't boast about it. He was proof that a god could be awesome and modest at the same time.

"Guys!" George folded his phone and put it in his shirt pocket. "We have cause to celebrate. That was the publisher on the phone. He thinks Kostik is absolutely fantastic. He loves the photos -- both the Eagles stuff and the calendar. The ad agency also loved the Eagle pics." He turned to Kot. "Young man, you have just won a $20,000 contract."

"I am being rich?"

"You betcha. You've done it! Congratulations!" George beckoned the waiter. "Champagne -- the best in the house! I don't care what it costs."

I'd never experienced anything like this before in my young life. The best food, the best Champagne, the best company, loads of laughs. Kostik had never experienced anything like this either. He was on such a high -- and so were the rest of us because we were so happy for him. He was a star! Woohoo!

"I am being famous around the whole world!" he laughed.

"Not just you, Kot, your dick will be famous, too!"

We all fell about in hysterics clutching our stomachs. The other restaurant patrons thought we were crazy. They were correct. This was a very special occasion and we had every right to be off the planet.

After dinner, George insisted that we drink another bottle of Champagne in his room. While we sipped from our crystal glasses, George opened his wallet and handed Kot $1000 cash. "This is an advance on your $20,000. You can spend it anyway you like, but I would suggest you take the day off tomorrow and spend it sightseeing Miami. Just have a good time. You deserve it."

It was about 1am when I helped Kot back to his room. He'd had a little too much Champagne. When we got to his bed, he flopped on his back. He was sound asleep in seconds. I began undressing him by untying his shoes and peeling off his socks. His feet smelt warm and savory. I took a moment to kiss them. Then I lifted and straightened his legs so that his body was fully on the bed and in a comfortable position.

I walked to the door and, before switching off the light, turned to look at him. He was as beautiful as a sleeping angel. As I paused at the door, I remembered the calendar shoot and the sight of his pink ass hole. I'd promised myself back then that I would lick it if I got the chance.

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida, USA Part 5

Kot was in such a deep sleep that, even after I'd removed all his clothes, he didn't stir. The Champagne must have knocked him cold. He'd told me earlier that he hardly touched alcohol at all.

The sight of his beautiful, brown, naked chest rising and falling with his quiet breathing got me so damn hot, I stripped and scattered my clothes on the floor. I was pretty certain that he wouldn't wake so I buried my face in his crotch and let his pubes caress my skin. His scent was so damn sexy, I took several long, deep sniffs to get as much of his warm aroma into my lungs as possible. My boner was at its full seven inches and dripping pre-cum already.

I had to pause for a moment to remove a pube from my tongue. I looked at the little, black curly hair and decided to keep it as a memento. I gathered my shorts off the floor, put it in a pocket, then went back to licking his smooth, round balls and savoring his funky smell. His cock was limp but, as it entered my mouth, it tasted fucking wild -- a sort of mixture of stale piss, sweat and cum. The feeling of a soft cock's loose foreskin on my tongue was something I'd never experienced before. It rocked!

I took his thick, spit-covered meat out of my mouth and slowly pulled back its foreskin with my thumb and forefinger. Its head was shiny, and a kinda pale, purple color. I put the tip of my tongue in his piss hole, then wet my lips and ran them around his knob. I was hoping he'd cum but there was no way. He was sound asleep. Even if he'd pissed, it would have been way cool. Anything that came out of this Russian god's dick was fine by me.

I decided not to push my luck, but to get on with my mission, which was to lick his hole. I gently rolled him over on his chest and spread his legs. Then I climbed onto the bottom end of the mattress and sat on my heels between his thighs. I put my hands on his firm, muscular buns and slowly parted them. Thrills zapped through my body like lightning as I focused my eyes on his most private part. It was wrinkled and pink in the center, and light brown around the edges. I leaned down, put my face between his globes and stuck out my tongue. His hole felt warm and soft, and tasted so damn rad, kinda like fresh pizza. I had to come up for air every now and then, but I kept licking his delicious hole until my tongue got sore from stretching.

I was so fucking horny, I decided to do something really weird. Half of me said no, and half of me said yes. I slowly slid my index finger into his wrinkled, pink hole up to my first knuckle. As I pulled it out, I could feel his ass muscles squeezing and helping my finger to exit. That was an awesome sensation in itself. I put my finger to my nose. It smelt way cool.

I looked at my finger for several seconds wondering if I should put it in my mouth. If Kot had known I was doing this, he might have gotten mad and been disappointed in me. I pondered what his reaction might be if he could see me now. The temptation was too great to resist. I slid my lips over my finger and sucked it. The taste was so damn wicked.

It occurred to me again that this was a gross thing to do and that, if any of my friends had seen me doing it, they might have puked. But, somehow, it didn't seem gross to me. It seemed way fucking cool 'cause Kot was a god, and his ass rocked big time. The next time I dipped my finger into his hole, I gently slid it in up to my second knuckle.

It was getting pretty late, so I thought I'd better blow my load and get some sleep. I aimed my boner at Kot's cute buns and jacked off. Pretty soon, a bucket of my boy juice splattered all over his tanned butt. I licked it off his smooth, silky skin and swallowed it all, then picked up my clothes off the floor and returned to my room.

It was just before sunrise when I woke buck naked on top of my bed. I was as horny as a rhino again and decided to check out Kot's room to see if he had a morning piss boner. Maybe I could get to suck it if he was still asleep. I threw a towel around my waist, crept across the hall and quietly opened his door an inch. Two voices were groaning. I opened the door a little further and saw Kot's bare butt between two female legs wrapped around his waist. They had to be Sandy's.

The two fuckers were so busy, I decided to take a chance at getting a good, close look. I crept on all fours to the end of the bed, and sat on the floor, cross-legged. The sight of Kot's thick, veiny tool fucking Sandy's shiny, wet oyster was totally wild! I watched his tight balls slamming her white ass as her body jolted with each of his aggressive thrusts.

It was so damn cool to see the crack between his beautiful, sweaty globes opening and closing as his hard meat pumped her like crazy. I remembered licking and fingered that sweet hole of his just a few hours before. How I wished it was my face that he was fucking right now. I licked my lips and imagined the taste of his hot juice in my mouth, and how it would feel sliding down my throat.

The guys made a helluva noise when Kot's balls tightened. I guessed that Sandy must have orgasmed too. My Russian friend finally collapsed on top of Sandy, and the two of them just laid there, exhausted. For some strange reason, I didn't choose that moment to crawl back out of the room. I just sat there waiting for them to notice me. After a few minutes, Kot rolled off the bed and stood up.

"Daniel!"

"Hi, Kot."

Sandy immediately lifted herself up and rested on her elbows. She looked between her legs at me still sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. "How long have you been here, Daniel?"

"Long enough."

Kot started laughing. "You are watching me big time fuck? How is it looking?"

My hero's Russian-English totally cracked me and Sandy up, and it was a while before I finally managed to answer his question. "Yeah, man, you were fucking awesome. It totally blew me away. Hot, hot, hot!"

"It's too bad you are not bringing a camera. I am want to see myself from the ass. Maybe next time," he chortled.

Kot excused himself and said that he needed to piss and take a shower. I stood up hoping that he would invite me into the bathroom, but Sandy grabbed my wrist. She waited until Kot had closed the bathroom door behind him before she spoke. She looked way groovy with her long, blonde hair flowing like silk over the white pillow.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

I didn't want to be compared to Kot's performance in case I made a fool of myself. "Not right now."

"You're blushing, Daniel. But it's OK. I understand. Come here and sit on my stomach. That monster boner of yours needs exercising."

I threw a leg over her waist and knelt over her huge tits. She used the palms of her hands to push her boobs together so that my boner was trapped between them. She smiled at me. Nothing needed to be said.

I let my spit fall between her mountains of female flesh before I started sliding my rock hard meat backwards and forwards between them. Her nipples were standing up like large, brown rubber thimbles.

Sandy took my hands and placed them against the sides of her breasts where hers had just been. Then I felt her finger slide into my asshole.

Squeezing and fondling her firm, meaty tits as my dick glided between them was just so fucking cool, I couldn't believe it. When I felt my rush of cum about to explode, I arched my spine, threw my head back and let out a series of loud groans. I could feel my ass muscles clutching at her finger and my balls rubbing against her soft skin. I thought my sticky juice would never stop erupting.

By the time I'd looked down at her head on the pillow, I saw her pretty face drenched in my cum. I used my finger to gather up the gooey blobs, and wipe them on her full, pink lips. She licked and swallowed every morsel.

"Good news, Kot," George said as we ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant. "I got a call from the publisher this morning and he wants another series of shots for a gay magazine. That means an extra $10,000 for you. What do you say?"

Kot almost choked on his bacon and eggs. "More pics? I am posing for a gay mag?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Maybe people is thinking I am gay!"

I couldn't help interrupting. "Are you, Kot? Gay, I mean. No! I mean bi or something." I wished I'd never opened my mouth.

"I am not being sure about sexuality. Maybe, maybe not."

"Listen, Kot," George said, "lots of straight guys pose for gay mags. It's no big deal. And the pics will be just you solo, just posing. No funny stuff except that you'll have a boner."

"Do it, Kot!" I blurted. "Do it! It's another $10,000, man! And you'll be famous!"

"K, Daniel. I am doing it specially for you because you are my awesome American big time fan."

"And I'm cute."

"Yes, you are being cute."

"And you love me."

"Maybe," he smiled.

Andre, the hotel bellboy, kept his promise to show Kot and I around Miami. It was cool 'cause George and Sandy were spending the day with the publisher talking business.

Andre's car was totally rad -- an old Volkswagen Bug convertible. It was bright red with wide, mag wheels, flared fenders, a whale-tail and velvet upholstery. The CD player was belting out Hanson songs as we zoomed along the freeway with the wind in our hair.

Andre told us that his parents were French but that he was born in New Orleans. He moved to Miami after he'd applied for and got the job at the hotel where we were staying. He was a cool looking dude with short-cropped, curly black hair, olive skin and dark eyes. His lips were thicker than normal, and formed a permanent smile. I noticed his hands on the Momo steering wheel. His long fingers were artistic looking, and his nails perfectly manicured.

The Miami Seaquarium was our first stop. It was so fucking huge it totally blew me away. In the two, three-storey, main tanks we saw everything from stingrays to sawfish. The moray eels were my fav, though. They looked so damn fierce! We also took in the outdoor stuff -- killer whales, sharks, porpoises and sea lions. Kot and I told Andre about the time we swam with the porpoises at sea. He thought that totally ruled.

After Seaquarium, we drove around the beachfront for a while taking in the scenery, then rocked up to a pretty ritzy seafood restaurant. Kot insisted on paying for the three of us because he had all that bulk cash George had given him.

The waiter glared at us as if he suspected that we couldn't pay for the meal. Andre showed the dude his ID, and explained the situation. After that, we were treated like fucking kings. It was totally wild!

Over lobster mornay and oysters kilpatrick, Kot asked Andre if there was some place where we could sky dive. "Sure, I have a friend with a plane. It's back at the airport in Miami city." Andre requested the restaurant phone to be brought to our table. He punched in the pilot's number and, after a short conversation, gave us the thumbs up. We were gonna fly that afternoon. Woohoo!

Both Andre and I knew it was a bad idea for Kot to be checking the money in his wallet as we stepped from the restaurant onto the busy street. A young thug in a baseball cap, tank top and jeans grabbed the wallet out of Kot's fingers as he flashed past. My friend stood there stunned as I bolted after the asshole thief. He was only a few yards in front of me as we dodged startled pedestrians. But I was gaining on him.

Suddenly, the dude did a quick left into an alley, knocking over a kid and a woman. Kot and Andre were right behind me. I signalled them to chase the bastard up the alley while I circled around the block. I was about half way along the next alley when the asshole appeared from behind a building on the next corner, and sprinted straight toward me. He was holding a flick knife. My friends were about ten yards behind him, and running like hell.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and let the cunt come to me as I tried not to let the crazed expression on his face faze me. Well, not too much. Actually, I was scared shitless. But I needed to stop him, and get Kot's wallet back. When the dude got to within about three or four yards from me, I dropped to the ground, made myself into a tight ball, and rolled toward him. He tripped over me and crashed to the asphalt with a grunt and a thud. I was back on my feet in a second, and threw myself on top of the guy. By this time, Kot and Andre had arrived. One of them kicked the knife out of the dude's hand and into the gutter. I saw somebody else's hand retrieve the wallet.

I got to my feet again and held the asshole by the seat of his pants and his greasy hair. I ran him face-first into the graffiti-covered wall on the side of the alley. He slid down in a crumpled heap, leaving a trail of crimson blood on the bricks. We split before the cops arrived.

It was fucking freezing at eight thousand feet with the Cessna door open. The six-seater plane had only one seat -- and that was for the pilot. The others had been removed. Andre and I sat on the bare metal floor, buckled in with lap- belts. Jim, the skydiver, was attaching the harness to himself and Kot who would piggy-back on the dive. Both adjusted their goggles. Kot smiled at me. He looked a little nervous, but happy.

The pilot slowed the plane almost to a stall, then signalled Jim to jump. As soon as the pair leapt from the plane, it banked and circled so that Andre and I could watch Kot and Jim through the open door, free-falling to earth. It seemed like a helluva long time before I saw the 'chute finally appear in the air like a writhing snake, then balloon into a huge purple, white and yellow canopy.

Back on the ground, Kot was totally ecstatic. He was so excited, his English was even worse than usual. "Big time awesome fucking, Daniel! It was ruling wild! I am watching you skydive now. K?"

I explained that I didn't have the money, but he insisted on paying for me as well as Andre. "Daniel, I am having no money if you is not catch that robber dude. I am doing anything for you now."

"Anything, Kot?"

"Maybe," he laughed. He knew what I was thinking.

As I fell out of the plane, harnessed to Jim, the noise from the Cessna engine was soon replaced by the sound of an incredibly loud wind in my ears. My lips and face felt as though they were being stretched a mile wide. It was like being horizontal in a vertical hurricane, except that the view was unbelievable. It seemed like the whole world was spread out underneath me in miniature. It looked like a patchwork quilt of colors and shapes. And the sensation of free-falling in space, with my arms outstretched, was both totally scary and awesome at the same time. All my senses were reeling. The adrenalin was pumping like hell.

When I saw Jim pull the rip-cord, I was kinda relieved 'cause we seemed to be getting pretty close to a fucking hard place called earth. I felt us slow with a mild jolt as the huge canopy inflated above us. The rest of the trip was like a dream as we floated gently to the grassy field below. The landing was like stepping off a chair.

It was pretty close to sundown as we arrived back at the hotel. Kot asked Andre if he would like to join us for dinner. Andre explained that it was against the hotel rules for staff to mix socially with guests, so he suggested an Italian restaurant nearby. We arranged to meet there at 7:30.

I followed Kot into his room and watched him undress for a shower. He threw his clothes on the bed and faced me. My eyes ran down his beautiful, tanned body all the way from his awesome face to his sexy feet, then back up his muscular legs to his thick cock and gorgeous hangers.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Daniel?"

"Don't gimme that shit, Kot. You KNOW why I'm looking at you like that! You're fucking horny as hell!"

"My friends in Russia am not getting of such excitement as you."

"They must be fucking blind."

"Or maybe it is Daniel who has too much of seeing."

I obeyed a sudden urge, walked up to him, and knelt down so that his limp dick was almost touching my face. I ran my hands up and down his smooth, curved thighs and looked up into his big, blue-green eyes.

"You look like you are praying, Daniel."

"I am praying."

"Oh? I think I am knowing what your prayer is for my friend."

I lowered my eyes and gently kissed the tip of his pink head. I watched it slowly emerge from the foreskin as his cock got harder. He didn't try to move away, so I figured I was in with a good chance. I got bolder and licked his balls and the underside of his sexy beef. His scent filled my nostrils and thrilled my whole body.

"Daniel, this is not being good. You are bringing me to excitement."

"That's the whole idea, Kot. A standing dick has no conscience."

"Explanation, please."

"It means that if I get you hot enough, you won't be able to say no."

"You are being correct." He placed his hand on my head and ran his fingers through my blonde hair as if he were asking me to blow him. "I am trying very hard to be saying no but my mind is not working."

We both looked toward the door when we heard the loud knock. "Kot? It's George. Got a moment?"

I was sitting on Kot's bed trying not to appear totally pissed at George's interruption, but I think he and Sandy suspected that I was sulking.

Within a few minutes, though, I felt better 'cause it was good news for Kot. The shoot for the gay mag was all organized for tomorrow morning. As for dinner that night with Andre at the Italian restaurant, George and Sandy declined to join us 'cause they'd made other arrangements.

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida, USA Part 6

As the long, white strand of wriggling spaghetti was being sucked through Kot's pursed lips, leaving a little blob of red sauce on his chin, I couldn't help wishing that the spaghetti was my cock. I was getting hard just looking at him eat his bolognaise.

The restaurant was one of those cheap, informal and friendly Italian places that served really good food, and lots of it. It was packed to the rafters. Kot, Andre and I were squeezed around a small table covered with a red and white, check tablecloth in a corner. Waiters rushed around like they were doing fire drill or something, except that they were balancing plates of steaming food like circus performers. The white, roughly plastered walls were decorated with empty wine bottles in straw holders, and scenes of traditional Italian landscapes.

Andre poured some chianti into my glass, then a little into Kot's. We raised our glasses, and toasted our friendship. Kot's smile was a million bucks. It rocked big time to have him as a buddy.

Andre's apartment was just a block away from the restaurant, so he invited us home for coffee and conversation. I was looking forward to it after trying to talk over the impossible fucking noise in the restaurant. As we went up the stairs to Andre's place, he warned us about his room mate, Willy.

"I found Willy on the streets a few months ago. He was a rent boy and into drugs and stuff. He's got a few hangups but he's coming along OK. I got him a job as a kitchen hand in a friend's burger joint. He's probably home now."

As soon as the door opened, I reeled at the strong smell of pot. The kid was draped across the sofa, watching TV. He was wearing old, torn jeans cut off just above the knees. His feet and chest were bare. Kot and I glanced at each other, wondering whether we should split. But, before we could make a decision, Willy danced over to us and shook our hands. "Howyas doin' dudes?" He was about sixteen and kind of rough looking, yet cute. He had a few tats on his upper arms. His head was shaved except for a little patch of brown above his forehead. His skin was naturally olive and looked like it would tan easily.

Andre introduced us, then went to the kitchen to make coffee. Willy offered us a drag of his joint, but Kot and I both shook our heads. We explained our reasons for not doing drugs, not even pot. He seemed pissed.

"That's so fuckin' uncool, dudes. Smokin' rules. You some kinda church dudes or somethin'?"

Andre returned with the coffees. For a while we tried to make conversation, but Willy kept yapping about his past, and how he hated faggots. He must've used the word 'faggots' a hundred times. Andre appeared to be distressed, but didn't try to stop his friend from hogging the convo. I guessed he was scared to upset the kid.

"Are you homophobic, Willy?" I asked, finally.

"Homo what? I ain't homo anythin', pal."

"It means a person who hates gays."

"Fuck yeah! I hate the bastards. Listen, dude, I was there, OK? I was on the streets with those asshole faggots buyin' my cock and ass. Did ya know Andre's a fuckin' fag? Well, he is, but he ain't so bad."

"Chill, Willy," Andre pleaded softly. His face was buried in his hands with embarrassment.

"Chill? What the fuck for? I ain't chillin' for no cunt." The kid looked over at me. "Hey, blondie, you a fag? Is your foreign bud here your sugar?" he laughed.

"My name's Daniel, not blondie." I turned to Kot. "Let's get the fuck out of here, man."

"Hey, blondie, what ya leavin' for? Scared of an argument? Dicks are for chicks, y'know. You fags are fuckin' unnatural."

Kot stood up from the sofa and cupped Willy's lower jaw in his hand. I could see his fingers digging into the kid's cheeks as he dragged him up to eye level. "I am telling you what is unnatural, dude. It is being unnatural to be rude of my young friend here. It is being unnatural to sell of your ass to strangers. It is being unnatural to be poison your brain of shit."

Willy couldn't have answered back even if he'd fucking wanted to. Kot's grip on his face was too tight. After glaring at the kid's eyes for a few seconds, Kot threw him down on the sofa so hard the kid bounced twice. "And I am telling you some other things, dude. You are being gay. I am knowing you is gay because you is hate it so much. You is being afraid because your sexuality is hiding inside of you like a scared rabbit in a burrow. You is not hating of gays, you is hating of yourself. Admit it!"

Andre and I couldn't believe what we were seeing. The kid completely went to pieces and dissolved into tears. He sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes before he fled into his bedroom, and slammed the door behind him. Andre excused himself and left us while he attended to his young friend. We saw ourselves out and walked back to our hotel. I followed Kot into his room.

"Daniel, you are going to your own room for sleeping now. We are having the photo shoot tomorrow."

"I wanna stay here with you. Please? You were so fucking awesome tonight with Willy. You rock, man."

"You are being a big time rock too, Daniel. You caught that robber today."

I sat on the edge of the bed watching Kot undress, fold his clothes, and put them away. There was no way in the world that anybody with eyes could not get hot just looking at his way cool bod, and all that silky-smooth, tanned skin. Every time he moved, his muscles stretched and bulged. When he leaned forward to open a drawer, his lat stood out from his ribs and ran all the way from his armpit to his waist. I wanted to run my hand down its whole length, and feel its solid strength, then back up again to his chest to grab a handful of his pec and squeeze it, and feel his nipple tickle the palm of my hand.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" I tried to give him my best, pleading puppy-dog look. "Please, Kot?"

"I am knowing what you is thinking, Daniel. You is liking looking at my dick. Correct?" He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders as I sat on the edge of the bed. His thick, uncut semi was just a foot from my face. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "You can kiss my dick goodnight and then be going back to your room for sleeping. OK?"

This was my big chance. I would get him so damn hard that he HAD to let me blow him. I rubbed my face in his pubes and around his cock and balls, licking like crazy. He started to laugh at my enthusiasm but I wasn't gonna stop for anything. I grabbed the back of his legs just below his buns and held him close to me.

I could feel his hot meat getting harder and heavier against my skin. I dived below it and licked his balls as his boner bounced on my forehead. His warm, sweaty scent was driving me wild!

"Daniel! I said one little kiss!"

"K, I'm getting to that, Kot. Just one second more."

I lifted my head and saw his hard six inch rod pointed right at my face. It looked so fucking delicious! Woohoo! His foreskin was peeled all the way back, and his pink knob was wet and shiny. A little blob of pre-cum glistened on his piss hole. I knew that if I could get my tongue wrapped around his cock, it would drive him totally wild. I'd heard that uncut dudes were super sensitive, and I was about to find out.

I shaped my mouth like I was gonna kiss his dick, then let my lips slide over his knob. I got my tongue working straight away. He tried to back off, but I held him against me. I sucked like a madman, and kept tonguing his cock head. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. His ass muscles tightened, and he let me draw him closer to my face. He was groaning in a funny way that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a cry. I had him! He was gonna let me blow him! He had no choice! I had him in heaven!

I kept my lips wrapped tightly around his thick, veiny shaft as I moved my head backward and forward. I left one hand on his ass so that I could finger his warm, sweaty crack while I brought my other hand around to fondle his balls. He began to thrust his pelvis -- gently at first -- like he was fucking my face. That's exactly what I'd hoped he would do. I wanted him to get aggro and shoot a monster load into my mouth. Pretty soon, he placed his hands on my head as his pelvic thrusts became faster and more excited. I figured I was gonna get a fucking truckload of Russian milk any second.

I saw his knees buckle slightly and felt his ass muscles squeeze. His fingers dug into my scalp. He groaned like a wild, hungry animal. I felt the head of his rock-hard throbber ram the roof of my mouth, then his pubes press against my nose. The heat of his sticky juice filled every corner of my mouth and throat with each mighty explosion. It tasted so fucking awesome! I never wanted it to stop, even though I was gagging like hell.

When his balls had spent their huge load, and his dick was beginning to get lazy in my mouth, I was still swallowing hard, trying to force his sticky cum past my tonsils.

I replaced both hands around his firm globes, and held his crotch to my face while his dick softened in my mouth. He began to run his fingers lightly through my hair. That was a good sign. At least he wasn't mad at me for tricking him into letting me blow him.

George had hired the same studio as before, but, this time, there were some weird things there. Sandy explained that she'd thought of most of them. There was a small table with a bottle of wine, and two, tall wine glasses, a black bow tie and black pants, a five-foot-high step-ladder, a leather g-string with a fly zip, a mock shower stall, a bunch of green grapes, a big sheet of plain glass, and some other stuff.

George began setting up the camera gear while Sandy adjusted the ceiling and floor lighting. My job AGAIN was to give Kot a full body make-up. Damn, I loved doing that!

"You were being con man last night, Daniel. You tricked me," he laughed.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, not being mad, just being wondering why you are thinking so awesome of me."

"I've got excellent taste in gods, Kot. By the way, was it you who blew me in the shower with Sandy the other morning?"

"I am not remembering."

I stopped powdering his thighs for a moment, and looked into his blue-green eyes. He was grinning so hard, all this teeth were showing. It seemed to me that his smile was saying 'yes', but I couldn't be sure. "Tell me Kot, please! I'm fucking dying to know!"

"Sandy is making me promise not for telling." His smile stretched even further. Damn! I was pretty sure it must have been him.

The shots for the gay mag were totally wild! I'd never seen anything like them before. First of all, Kot put the bow tie around his neck and got into the black pants like he was a semi-naked waiter. His dick was sticking out of the fly. Then he poured the wine into one of the wine glasses while he pissed into the other one. Fucking awesome! His piss overflowed and spilled all over the table.

The next series of shots showed Kot totally naked and climbing the step ladder. He had one foot on the floor and one on the middle rung. He was looking over his shoulder, and down at the camera. His ass cheeks were spread wide apart so you could see his pink hole and his balls. His semi was hanging down with his knob poking half way outa his foreskin. George took several shots from every angle, mostly from the floor looking up.

Then George laid on his back on the floor. Kot was wearing the black leather g- string. The Russian god stood over George's chest and unzipped the g's fly. His hard, six-inch boner bounced out. He was looking down at the lens and smiling while he flexed his muscles and puffed his chest.

I was so fucking hot watching all of this, that my shorts were dripping with pre-cum. I was sure everybody had noticed me rubbing my bulge.

Next, Kot got into the shower stall. It was raised on blocks and had a hose running into the nearby toilet, with another hose connected to the drain so that the water would be returned to the sink. George had explained to me before that filming Kot in a real bathroom would have presented problems with proper lighting.

I watched the warm water cascading down Kot's tanned body and running off his dick like a little waterfall. Then he soaped himself up. The sight of the suds slowly being washed away from his pubes and jewels was way fucking cool -- like a kind of nautical strip tease. Then he about-faced and soaped his ass. He lifted one leg slightly as the water ran down his crack and revealed his cute hole beneath the suds.

George laid on his back on the floor again, just in front of the shower stall. As Kot stepped out and began to towel himself, it was totally wild to see him drying his hair while his boner bounced around above the camera. Then he turned around and towelled his back. His knees were slightly bent and his spreading globes were pointed straight at the lens. He dried one bun at a time, making sure his fans got a good view of his hole and wicked furniture.

I was about to discover what the grapes were for. After I'd given him another full body make-up, Kot sat on top of the step ladder and placed his feet a couple of rungs below his ass. George asked me to place a grape between each of my hero's toes. As I did this, I wondered what it was about a guy's feet that could make them so damn sexy. Kot's were like everything else about him -- HOT!

After each green grape had been secured between my friend's toes, George sprayed Kot's feet with a fine mist of water. Then he took some pics with Kot's feet in the foreground, while the Russian god dangled the remaining bunch of grapes just above his open mouth. Once again, he was eyeing the camera with that teasing, sexy look of his. Awesome!

The final series of shots was just so fucking rad I couldn't believe it. I helped George place the large sheet of glass between the camera tripod and Kot. The glass was slotted into steel support frames at the bottom so it would stand upright. Sandy adjusted the lighting so that no 'flare' or reflection would spoil the pics.

Kot started jacking off with his boner pointed right at the glass. The camera was positioned at about knee height and looked up toward our awesome star as his fist worked his foreskin back and forth. When he was about to blow his load, he bent his knees, arched his back, raised his arms, and locked his hands behind his head. His hard meat stiffened, bounced like a bucking bronco, and exploded. His purple knob sent huge wads of white Russian cum splattering all over the glass.

I could hear the camera still clicking away even after Kot's balls had emptied, and his thick milk was still slowly dribbling down the surface of the transparent barrier.

After George had called it a 'wrap', I used a tissue to wipe Kot's juice off the glass, then put the soggy paper in my pocket. He noticed what I'd done, and smiled knowingly at me.

George took the rolls of film into the lab to be developed, then we hopped in the blue Chevy and drove to a local burger joint for a quick lunch. We were eating our burgers and fries around a table under a big plastic umbrella in the outdoor dining area when I saw Willy. He was cleaning tables. He caught my eye for a second, looked away and hurried back inside the restaurant.

"Did you see that, Kot?"

Kot had a huge mouthful of burger like it was gonna be his last feed for month. "Huh?"

"Willy! I just saw Willy. This is the burger joint where he works. He had a big case of the sads, man. He looked really embarrassed."

George and Sandy wanted to know who Willy was, so we sorta explained, but left out a lot of the shit. They didn't need to know about that stuff anyway.

By the time we got back to the studio, the film had been developed and scanned from 35mm transparencies. We didn't bother to check them in the comp; instead, George organized something way cooler. We sat in the studio's theaterette, popped a few cans of light beer and watched the slide show. It was totally unreal.

Every now and then, I glanced at Kot, who was sitting next to me, and saw his expression. His eyes were like on springs, looking at the pics of himself on the big screen. It was obvious that he couldn't believe it was really him. Even George and Sandy, who were sitting two rows in front of us, were saying things like 'shit' and 'fuck' and 'hot damn' every time a new pic came up. Then the most amazing thing happened.

I kinda let my hand flop on Kot's knee. A few seconds later, he took my hand in his and intertwined his fingers in mine. It rocked big time to be holding the hand of my idol while I was looking at his awesome pics on a ten-foot screen. Kinda like lovers at the movies.

When the projector arrived at the last pic, George put the machine on re-run. I took a sip of my beer and decided to try something way dangerous. I unzipped my shorts and gently pulled Kot's hand over to my crotch. He didn't try to move his hand away, so I lifted the elastic on my underwear and slipped his hand between my boxers and skin so that he was touching my boner. He still didn't try to move away! Whoa! I was so fucking surprised! He didn't look at me, though. He kept his eyes on the screen as though his hand was doing something he was unaware of. Yeah, right.

I held his wrist and made his hand rub my aching meat. Pretty soon, I didn't have to move his hand any more. He started jacking me. I couldn't even have begun to tell you how fucking awesome that was -- sitting there in a darkened theater with the hottest dude from the whole of Russia feeling my throbber while I was looking at the wildest pics ever taken of a nude teen. Fucking jeez!

I shot my load within a minute. I had to grit my teeth to stop from making a noise as my knob exploded, but the feeling was unbelievable, especially when my juice made his hand slippery around my shaft and head. Then, Kot did something that totally blew me away. Not in a fucking million years would I have guessed that he would've done that. No way! He took his hand out of my boxers, put it to his face and licked my cum off his fingers. Whoa!

Now, I gotta tell ya, I just stared at that dude's tongue licking his fingers like I was seeing a Martian stepping out of a space ship. I just couldn't believe it, but I was seeing it! When he'd finished licking, and wiped his hand on his shirt, I leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"It was you who sucked me in the shower, wasn't it?"

"I don't remember."

DANIEL MEETS KOSTIK Miami, Florida. USA Part 7

While we were packing all the camera gear and stuff into the Chevy, I got a chance to be alone with Sandy for a minute. I opened the trunk and helped her wrap the camera tripods in some old blankets. "Kot won't tell me who blew me in the shower the other morning."

"I don't blame him." She closed the trunk lid and smiled. "Who do you think it was?"

"Kot."

"Oh? Why's that?"

I almost told Sandy about Kot licking my cum off his fingers in the theaterette, but I decided that wasn't too wise. "Just a hunch, Sandy. Anyway, I'm gonna find out before he leaves for Russia tomorrow."

The word 'tomorrow' suddenly dawned on me. Fuck! Only one more day to go before Kot would be out of my life forever. My heart began to sink.

I hardly said a word during the trip back to the hotel. When we arrived, I told everybody that I wasn't feeling too good and went to my room. I threw myself face-down on the bed and hugged the pillow. I just needed to be alone for a while so I could try to come to terms with Kot's leaving tomorrow. It seemed like a minute ago that I was shaking his hand when I first met him at the airport.

When I heard the knock at the door ten minutes later, I was sure it was Kot. I ran into the bathroom and checked my face in the mirror. I didn't want him to know I'd been crying. I splashed cold water on my face, towelled, checked my eyes again, then answered the door.

"Hi, Daniel. I'll understand if you want me to fuck off, but I just wanted to come here and apologize."

"K, you've apologized. Now fuck off."

Willy placed his hand on the door to stop me from closing it. "I wanna make it up to you man -- I was so fucking wrong last night. I've been fucking wrong all my life."

I went back to the bed and flopped face-down again. I heard the door close and felt the bed sag as Willy sat on the edge.

"Hey, dude. I didn't realize you had the sads this bad!"

"It's not you, man."

"What's buggin' you then?"

"Kot. He's leaving tomorrow -- going back to Russia."

There was a moment's silence while Willy tried to work out what was going down. "You love him or somethin'?"

That was just too fucking much! I started to sob like a baby, and felt Willy's hand gently squeeze my shoulder.

"I feel the same way about Andre, man, but I didn't realize it until last night. I guess I know how you feel. I'm sorry, dude. Actually, I came here to apologize to Kostik but he didn't answer his door. He did me one big fav last night when he forced me to think about stuff -- y'know, like being gay and everythin'."

I rolled over and faced the kid. "So, you admit it?"

"Yup," he smiled.

Willy told me about his background, and how he'd gotten into drugs and selling his ass. He'd been in foster homes nearly all his life, and never knew his real family. The more he talked, the more I felt sorry for him. He'd had a rough time as a kid. "But now I've got Andre, man, and he's totally cool. You wanna know somethin'? We've never had sex. He said he didn't wanna have sex with me 'cause it'd be like the other dudes who paid for it. He's like a father to me, man. He treats me better than anybody."

"Would you like to have sex with him?"

"Not yet, man. Maybe like when I kinda get all the shit outa my head and feel better about it, y'know."

"Do you think Kostik is gay?"

"Dunno. Maybe, maybe not. I can usually pick a fag -- sorry, a gay dude -- a mile off. But I'm not sure about the Russian dude. Why?"

I filled Willy in on everything that had happened between Kot and I. He totally cracked and fell off the bed when I told him about the blow job in the shower. His laugh was so damned infectious, he made me crack up, too.

"Well, Daniel, I gotta tell ya, when he licked your cum off his fingers he wasn't tryin' to tell ya he hated ya. That was totally awesome!" He stood up. "Get off the bed, dude, and show me what you look like."

"Huh?"

"He's seen you in the buff, right? I wanna know what he saw."

"Why?"

"'Cause it'll gimme an idea of what he thought. Just do it, dude."

I pulled my t over my head and threw it on the bed. "I'm not doing this by myself, dude. You get yours off, too."

We were both naked in seconds. Finally, after checking me out from head to toe, Willy's eyes met mine. "Fuck, dude, you're the best piece of meat I've seen in fuckin' years! Do you work out or somethin'?"

"I'm on the swim team at school, and I do other stuff."

"Lemme feel your muscles, man."

The kid ran his hands over my shoulders and chest. His fingers felt a bit rough, but way cool. He spent a bit of time fooling with my hard nipples. I got a boner straight away. So did he. He asked me to make a fist and flex my biceps, then bring my shoulders forward and cause my lats to stick out from my ribs. The next thing I knew, he was sucking on my left nipple like a baby. I put my hands around his shaved head, and held his face to my breast. I instinctively knew that he wanted love. It was totally weird 'cause I felt as if he'd aroused some kinda latent maternal instinct in me. It was obvious that he needed me right then. But he was making such loud, sucking noises on my nipple, it would have been funny if it hadn't been so damn serious.

When he'd finally stopped sucking my pec, he looked up at me with his moist, red-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry dude, I dunno what happened just then. I fuckin' lost it."

"It's cool, man. No problem, OK?" I smiled. "Besides, it felt kinda nice."

He just stared into my eyes for what seemed like ages. It was as though I'd awoken something inside him that he'd bottled up for a long time. Then he slowly slid down my body, kissing my chest and six pack on the way. His knees reached the floor and his tongue licked the pre-cum off the cut head of my seven-inch throbber. He glanced up at me and grinned. I smiled back.

He was in no hurry -- he just wanted to enjoy my scent and the feeling of my small patch of blonde pubes on his face. I watched him lick my balls and around the insides of my thighs while his rough hands ran over my globes and the small of my back. After a few minutes, he glanced up at me again with a wicked laugh in his eyes, then opened his mouth wide.

Willy's experience at sucking cocks was obvious straight away. His tongue zapped electricity through my whole body. Every single one of my nerves was tingling. His lips gripped my meat like a wet fist as they glided up and down my rock-hard shaft. It was way cool to feel the prickly hair on his shaved head beneath the palms of my hands as I started to get my pelvic rhythm going. He put a finger up my ass and fondled my tight balls with his other hand.

As soon as I felt the rush coming, I bent my knees, arched my back and pulled his face to my groin. My ass muscles squeezed his finger as each jet of my boy juice filled his eager mouth. I moaned so loudly with each explosion of cum, it was a wonder that the whole fucking Miami fire department didn't come rushing in with axes and extinguishers. I could hear Willy swallowing my sticky load. To him, it was mother's milk, and I knew that somehow my juice was different to all the other cum he'd ever eaten. Mine was special.

He kept his face pressed against my crotch, and his hands on my buns, while my dick got lazy in his mouth. Then he stood up, gently pushed me onto the bed and laid on top of me. Neither of us said anything as he sucked on my nipples. We just laid there like that for about fifteen minutes.

I phoned George's room. "Hi, George. I've got a friend here with me. Is it OK if he joins us for dinner?"

George was cool. "Sure, Daniel. Got any suggestions?"

I passed the question onto Willy. "My friend reckons there's a neat Mexican place near here."

"Great, meet me in my room at 7."

Willy and I showered together, dressed and got ready to leave when I noticed something odd. "Hey, Willy! The door's open. I thought you closed it when you came in."

"I did, man. I made sure."

It was fun to watch Kot eat his food. He'd never been to a Mexican restaurant before. We ordered a mixed entree of tacos and nachos, and enchiladas and burritos for mains. Kot, Willy and I had Cokes while George and Sandy had Spanish red wine. We all had a way cool time. George had brought along some of the prints from the photo shoots. They totally blew Willy away. Some of the dudes sitting at nearby tables were straining their necks like giraffes to get a peek at the pics. That made us all crack up something serious.

About half way through the meal, Kot excused himself and went to the toilet. Ten seconds later, Willy followed him. They both came back to the table together, wearing big grins. Straight away I thought somebody must've gotten a quick blow job, but it wasn't like that at all. After about five minutes, when everybody was eating and talking, Willy leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You know how your door was open before we left the hotel?"

"Yeah."

"Kot told me he was the one who opened it."

"Why didn't he come in?"

"Cos I was blowin' you."

"He saw the whole thing?"

"Yup -- he said he didn't feel bad watchin' us cos you watched him fuckin' Sandy one time in his room."

"What else did he say?"

"That's it, dude. He said he'd talk to you about it later."

I looked over at Kot. He was smiling and eating, but avoided my eyes. I started to get butterflies in my stomach real bad. Woohoo! My brain was churning like crazy with all kinds of thoughts. What if he'd gotten hot watching Willy suck me? What if he wanted to blow me, too? What if it really was him who blew me in the shower and wanted seconds? The thought of Kot's awesome lips wrapped around my throbber was just too fucking much to even contemplate.

We were all invited back to George's room for a special announcement and a celebration of Kot's success with the photo shoots. George produced a bottle of Champagne from the bar fridge, and poured the bubbly into our glasses. "Well, guys. Here's to Kot. He's gonna be a star! But, before we drink to his success, I've got a special announcement to make. The publisher phoned me today and asked me if I could organize another photo shoot -- but this time in Russia. Kot's got his high school studies to take care of over the next few months but, when that's done, we'll go."

"Me, too?"

"Of course, Daniel. We need somebody to do full body make-up."

Everybody cracked up big time. I was kinda embarrassed, but I laughed, too. Then we toasted Kot's success and took turns in giving him big, warm hugs. It was almost midnight when Willy said he'd better split so that he could be there for Andre when he arrived home from work. I saw him to the elevator. We shook hands. "Listen, Willy, thanks for everything. You're way cool, man. And do me a favor, OK? Have sex with Andre tonight. And tell him how much you love him."

"I will, man. You rock."

As the elevator doors were closing, I remembered something. "And don't forget to suck his nipples." I caught a quick glimpse of his big, cheesy grin before he disappeared. I felt sad that I would never see him again, but also glad that he was finally getting his shit together.

I'd been laying naked on top of my bed for about half an hour wondering what Willy had meant when he said that Kot "would talk to you about it later". When was later? I was hoping it would be tonight. I couldn't sleep. I had to find out. I rolled off the bed and headed for the door.

I was half way across the hall when Kot's door opened. We looked at each other like we'd just seen a ghost, then cracked up quietly so that we wouldn't wake the whole damn floor. Kot stood aside to let me in, then closed the door.

"You are risking big time of being naked in the hall, Daniel!"

"People like me when I'm naked."

"I can be understanding of that."

"You can? You like my body?"

"Yes."

"As much as I like yours?"

Kot answered me with a smile. He had me guessing again. Damn! He could be so fucking infuriating! "Since you're flying home tomorrow, Kot, can I stay here with you tonight?"

"There is being only one bed. And you must promise to be behaving."

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

As we laid naked on our backs on the bed, bathed in the soft moonlight coming through the window, I glanced at my hero's face. His hands were behind his head, and he was studying the ceiling, obviously thinking about stuff.

"Can I hug you before I go to sleep, Kot?"

"K, one small hug."

I threw one leg over his waist and laid on top of his chest. His face was just inches from mine. He must have felt my boner on his stomach. "Was it you who blew me in the shower?"

"I am not remembering."

I got mad and started swivelling my ass around. "You must remember! You were fucking there!"

"Why are you rubbing of your boner on me?"

"It's itchy. I'll stop in a second."

"OK, I will be telling you. It was Sandy."

"Sandy??? Fuck!"

I rolled off him and back onto my side of the bed. In a second, he was on top of me, resting on his elbows and looking down at my face. His big, round, blue- green eyes melted me. I wanted to open my legs and let him in.

"It is being Sandy but I was wish it is being me." His eyes studied mine for a few seconds. "And tonight, when I am seeing Willy eating you, I am also wish it is being me."

I finally got my mouth to work. "Kot! No problem, dude! I can arrange that right fucking now!"

I felt Kot's hard meat rub against mine as he rolled off me and onto his side of the bed. He put his hands back behind his head, and didn't try to hide the fact that his throbber was rock solid. I couldn't resist getting back on top of him and rubbing my boner against his.

"Your dick is being itchy again, Daniel?"

"Yeah, itchy. So listen, Kot. If you wanted to blow me, why didn't you?"

"Because you are being too young."

"Fuck being too young! I want you to suck me!"

"By the way, your dick is being itchy of a long time now, Daniel. I am being hard with excitement."

"Don't change the subject."

It was too late to change the subject, anyway. I could sense my balls tighten as I kept rubbing my boner against Kot's. We both started groaning at the same time. I buried my face in his warm armpit as I felt my load exploding like fireworks. Our cum made our skin slippery as our stomach muscles contracted with each wad of juice that fired out of our swollen knobs.

After a few minutes of just laying there, with me on top of him, he spoke to me quietly. "You are tricking of me again, Daniel. Is your dick not being itchy now?"

"Are you mad at me?"

I felt his body heave as he laughed. "No, I am not being mad. I am being very glad of I am knowing you."

We stayed in each others arms like that all night, then we showered together in the morning. I was too sad to want sex then. I was getting all choked up about having to leave Miami and Kot. I just wanted to feel the soap on his beautiful body and watch the hot water make his tanned skin all shiny. We took a long time to shower, then towel each other. We both knew it would be months before we would be naked again like this in private.

Saying goodbye to Kot at the airport wasn't easy. We hugged for ages. He whispered in my ear that I was 'big time awesome' and that it would only be a few months before we were together again. I reached into the pocket of my shorts and produced his black pube that I'd collected as a memento. He reached into his pocket and showed me a blonde one.

"Is that Sandy's?"

"No."

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