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Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 07:21:40 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: St. Petersburg Vacation 05 (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.

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St. Petersburg Vacation
by
Justin Davis
Part Five

As Jeff made his way down the stairs and entered the dining room, he noticed
Denick was sitting at one end of the table reading what appeared to be some
typed pages.  Denick glanced up as he heard Jeff enter the room.

"Ah, I see you have dressed and recovered from your bath," Denick said,
flashing his usual grin.

"Uh, yeah," Jeff commented.

"Please have a seat," Denick said motioning to the chair opposite him at the
other end of the small dining room table.

"Would you care for a glass of wine?" Denick continued.

"Thank you, that would be nice," Jeff replied.

Denick barked something in Russian and almost immediately one of the blonde
houseboys appeared with a glass of wine and set it down in front of Jeff.
Jeff smiled at the boy as he made eye contact with him.  Somewhat sheepishly,
the kid smiled back, then turned and disappeared through the doorway from
which he had come.

Jeff lifted the wineglass and took a sip.

"I see you approve," Denick commented noticing the pleased expression on
Jeff's face at the first sip of his wine.

"It is very good," Jeff replied.

"I think you will be pleased with most everything around here, Mr. Mattson,"
Denick responded.  "Did you have a chance to look at the folder in your
room?" Denick continued.

"No, not yet," Jeff responded.

"Well, you should do that immediately after dinner," Denick replied.
"We want your first evening with us to be a memorable one.

"Yeah, I'll do that," Jeff replied.

After another glass of wine, and some general conversation about the weather
and the amenities available for exercise and recreation at the estate, an
excellent dinner, the boys of the house staff served a flawless
dinner.

Neither the excellent taste of the prime rib, the accompanying vegetables or
the dessert was lost on Jeff.  Nor was the fact that none of the three boys
whom he had romped with in the tub hours earlier were in sight. Three other
boys who were equally as attractive had replaced them.

"I see you have changed some members of the house staff," Jeff remarked.

"Yes, after the episode earlier it was not only necessary but mandated by the
rules, Mr. Mattson," Denick replied.

"I hope that nothing I did will cause them trouble," Jeff said sincerely.

"No, they have caused their own trouble, Mr. Mattson," Denick responded.

"You only reacted, as anyone would have, to what they were doing.  They knew
the rules.  They will suffer the consequences," Denick continued rather
sternly.

"But-,"

Denick cut Jeff off.  "Mr. Mattson, it is none of your concern.  Don't worry
about them.  They will not be permanently harmed. Now, you must be ready to
plan your evening.  I have some things to see to, so if you will excuse me,"
Denick said.

Jeff watched as Denick rose and made his way out of the dining room.  Soon
went upstairs to his suite.  The folder and videotape were still where they
had been earlier.  Jeff picked up the folder and propped himself up on the
bed look through its contents.

As Jeff read and turned the pages it became apparent to him that there was a
wide range of types and ages of male flesh available for his personal
pleasure.  Each page contained not only several photographs of a particular
youth, but also a short biography of physical characteristics, a description
of the things that the youth was capable of doing, and a reference number to
the video tape so that Jeff, if he chose to do so, could see for himself what
was offered.  It was not an easy choice.

As Jeff continued to thumb through the folder trying to decide, the reason
for such extensive questioning of his likes and dislikes became apparent.
Every one of the youths, whether they were pre-teens or not,
matched perfectly with Jeff's ideals of beauty and sexiness.

Although he didn't consider himself a size queen, much less a queen,
Jeff was amazed, and somewhat turned on, by the fact that every single youth,
from the youngest at eleven to the oldest at sixteen, was very well hung for
his age.  In fact, some of the younger ones had dicks at least as big as the
older ones.

Jeff browsed through the pages of the folder several more times until he
finally came back to one particular youth that caught his eye.  Jeff really
didn't know why as he looked at the pictures of the youth.  All of the boys
were equally good looking.

A glance at the biographic sketch below the pictures of the youth informed
Jeff that the youth's name was Johan, he was Slavic, which probably accounted
for his dark tan complexion, was 13, was five feet five inches tall, had dark
brown hair, green eyes, weighed 109 pounds, and when erect, the bio
proclaimed that he had eight inches.

As continued to read the bio, he took note of the fact that Johan was
experienced in all aspects of sex, had had his first sexual experience with
another boy at age 10, had been in three full-length porno movies, preferred
being a top but equally loved being a bottom, and was not available for any S
& M activities.

Jeff glanced back up at the photographs of the youth.  Just a slight trace of
dark pubic hair sat atop what was indeed a massive organ for someone so
young.  As a matter of fact, the youth was so lanky that the erection jutting
out from his body almost gave the appearance of a lever of some sort that
protruded from the youths groin area.  Jeff felt his dick stir in his shorts
as he glanced at the firm stomach muscles that rippled down to the youth's
groin area.  The kid was truly all dick and all good looks.  Jeff smiled.  He
had made his decision.

Jeff lifted the receiver on the phone that was on the nightstand next to the
big king sized bed.  Since it was a straight-line phone there were no buttons
to push.  It began to ring and almost immediately a voice on the other end of
the line answered.

"Ah, Mr. Mattson, I see you have decided on your entertainment for the
evening," Denick remarked good-naturedly.

"Uh, yes, would it be possible to send Johan to my room?" Jeff asked.

"Not only possible, but it will be done immediately. Just give me a few
minutes to inform him.  He will be to your room in half an hour," Denick
responded.

"That sounds fine," Jeff said.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Mattson?" Denick asked.

"No, I don't think so," Jeff replied.

"You have made an excellent choice, Mr. Mattson.  Johan is one of our most
experienced and capable boys.  You will not be disappointed."

Jeff hung up the phone and looked at his watch.  With half and hour to wait,
he might as well look at some of the video.

Jeff got up from the bed and inserted the tape in the VCR.  He turned on the
television set, then the VCR.  He glanced down at the information under
Johan's pictures and noticed that the tape index number was 3048.  Jeff fast
forwarded the tape to the appropriate number and then punched the play button.

Had Jeff not already felt some stirrings in his groin looking at the pictures
provided in the folder, what he now saw and heard on the video would
certainly have done the trick.

There was Johan, in all his good-looking teen glory, standing naked with his
hands guiding the head of a blonde boy whose mouth was taking almost half of
his over-sized youth dick.  Jeff recognized the young blonde immediately.  It
was Kostya, the kid who he had met upon his arrival and who unloaded his
luggage from the car.  Jeff's heart leapt, and he almost groaned, at the
sight of Johan working his tool in and out of Kostya's mouth.  He had
imagined, since that afternoon, what Kostya must look like naked, now he knew.

Kostya was even more beautiful than Jeff had imagined.  Jeff's eyes, now
riveted to the screen, went over every inch of the blonde's body.  Kostya was
very well endowed for a boy of twelve.  Unlike Johan, whose hips were now
beginning to pump his dick into Kostya's eager mouth with wild abandon,
Kostya had not a sign of pubic hair.  Yet, Jeff's eyes caught just a
glistening of pre-cum seeping from the blonde's dick, as the boy grabbed his
sizeable tool and began to stroke it in time to Johan's thrusts.

Although the audio on the tape revealed that Johan's comments and
encouragement to his young lover were in Russian, the unmistakable groans and
gasps cut across language barriers. So too did Johan's almost child like
squeal as he pulled his dick from Kostya's mouth, began to stroke it, and
pumped what seemed like gallons of thick white cum all over the boy's face.
Nor was the fact lost on Jeff that almost at the same moment, the blonde
began to squirt forth his own load that splattered onto the floor.  Jeff was
totally and completely hard.  Harder than he had ever been in his life.  He
hit the stop button on the tape and groaned.  He didn't remember ever being
so hot and horny.

Jeff cut off the VCR and television then went and lay back upon the bed.  He
slipped his hand into his shorts and began to fondle his throbbing dick.  He
had seen videos in his life.  But none with two youths as good-looking and
erotic as what he just witnessed.  Yet, it was the image of Kostya that was
burned into Jeff's brain.  Jeff's thoughts of Kostya were interrupted by a
knock at the door.  He got up from the bed, went to the door, and opened it.

"Hi! I am Johan," the kid that stood there said and smiled.

For a moment, Jeff was speechless.


Before him stood the boy, Johan, dressed in a USC tee shirt, which was much
too big for him, and a pair of baggy shorts, which were also too big.
The youth's broad smile revealed a perfect set of white teeth.  His eyes were
the most beautiful shade of green Jeff thought he had ever seen on anyone
accept Kostya.

Jeff's eyes scanned down the youth's body, past the carry bag that was slung
over his shoulder, finally coming to rest on a pair of Nike high tops that
appeared to swallow the boy's feet.  If ever there was an image of young teen
heaven on earth it stood before Jeff now.  Everything, everything, Jeff had
wanted, desired, and lusted after now stood before him. After the initial
shock, Jeff was finally able to speak.

"Hi yourself! I am Jeff," he managed to get out.

The two of them stood in the doorway looking at each other for what seemed
like an eternity.

"Well, Mr. Jeff, are you going to ask me in or do I stand out here all
night?" the boy said, with just a trace of an accent, and smiled again.

"Uh, yeah come in," Jeff said haltingly.

"And by the way, please drop the Mr.," Jeff continued.

"Mmmm, l have always liked this suite!" the youth commented as he entered he
room, un-slung his carry bag, placed it on the bed, and looked around.

"You have been in this room before?" Jeff asked.

"Sure, lots of times now," the youth replied plopping himself down on the bed
beside his carry bag.

Once again, the two looked at each other for a moment.

"So what you wanna do?" the youth asked breaking the impasse.

"Well, I-uh, " Jeff stammered.

The boy giggled.

"How about we take a bath?" the youth offered, hopping off the bed and making
his way to the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure," Jeff replied, regardless of the fact that he had had a not so
unforgettable bath three hours earlier.

Jeff followed the boy into the bathroom.  Once there, the two again stood and
stared at each other.

"Well, aren't you going to undress me?" the youth asked.

Jeff didn't reply.  He couldn't.  The words wouldn't come.

Slowly, as if the boy were an apparition that would disappear, Jeff moved
toward him, reached out, placed his hands upon the boy's shoulders and looked
into his eyes.  Carefully, lovingly, Jeff bent down and touched the youth's
lips with his own. The probing of the youth's tongue in his mouth rewarded
Jeff's efforts almost immediately.

Jeff could feel his dick begin to go hard and strain against the confines of
his underwear and shorts. Johan must have sensed Jeff's passion because while
the two continued kissing the youth began to fondle Jeff's now engorged
member through his shorts.  It was only a matter of moments before the boy's
expert hands had undone the button on Jeff's shorts, slid the zipper down and
pulled Jeff's shorts and boxers down to his knees, allowing Jeff's rock-hard
dick to spring free.

That done, the youth broke away from their kiss, leaned in swiftly toward
Jeff's hard rod, and began to flick the head with his tongue.  Jeff's moans
echoed off the tile of the bathroom walls as Johan took the head of Jeff's
dick into his mouth and began to suck him slowly and deliberately as Jeff
sank down guiding them both toward the carpeted bathroom floor.

The bodies of the two became a frenzy of activity as two pairs of hands, one
younger, one older, roamed over each other removing the clothing that
separated them from even more intimacy.   It was as if both Jeff and the
youth couldn't get naked fast enough.   Shirts were removed, shorts and
underwear were discarded, shoes were taken off and found their place among
the assorted piles of clothing that graced the carpeted floor along with the
then naked bodies of the two.

For a moment, Jeff's eyes took in the beauty of the now naked youth that lay
before him and he realized that the photographs he had looked at did not do
the teen justice.  His eyes met Johan's and he saw something in them, an
acceptance, and an eagerness for what was to come.  Then, as if years of
desire had gone unfulfilled, Jeff moved closer to the youth and began to work
his mouth and tongue over the dark brown nipples.  His efforts were rewarded
with a sigh and a tensing of the youth's body as he reveled in the sensations.

Now, it was Johan's turn to moan as Jeff's mouth and tongue snaked their way
over the youth's body.  First the nipples, then the stomach, the navel, the
trail of fuzz-like hair down to the small bush of pubes, each was savored by
Jeff's hungry mouth.

Again, Johan let out a sigh as Jeff took the head of the over-sized young
teen dick in his mouth and savored the large ooze of pre-cum that ushered
forth.  Never mind the fact that at thirteen the young teen's dick was
already right at eight inches.  Thoughts of dick size and comparisons were
nowhere in Jeff's mind as he began to suck the teen's tool in earnest.  Gone,
too, were any reservations Jeff may have had about the boy's age, especially
when the young teen flipped himself around and he and Jeff became locked in a
passionate sixty-nine.  The teen, just as Denick had said, knew what he was
doing.  So much so, that when he sensed Jeff's orgasm began to build the
young teen broke apart their coupling immediately.

"I think its time for our bath," Johan said, then grinned.

It took a moment for Jeff to get his breath and say anything.  One minute he
was on his way to one hell of a cum, the next he was breathing heavy and
looking at Johan grinning at him.

"Geez!" was all Jeff could say as he lay on his back on the carpet.

"Since I am your first here, Denick told me to treat you very special", Johan
said matter-of-factly.

"Oh man, I was so close," was all Jeff could say as he lay there trying to
get over the fact that he hadn't gone.

"You will be close many times tonight, Mr. Jeff," the boy replied his accent
somewhat thicker.

"Oh man!  I don't think I can stand it. And quit calling me Mr.," Jeff
responded.

Jeff stared at Johan as the teen got up off the floor and began to walk
toward the tub.  The boy's dick, which was now limp, swung like a pendulum
between his legs as made his way toward the tub, cut on the water, and
checked it with his hand for the temperature.  Then Johan turned, faced him,
and walked toward him holding out his hand.

"Come Mr---uh Jeff.  Let Johan show you how to enjoy yourself,"

Jeff took hold of the teen's hand and allowed himself to be helped up off the
floor and led toward the tub.

As Johan guided him into the warm swirling waters of the tub, Jeff wondered
what was in store for the rest of the evening.  He didn't realize it at the
time, of course, but Johan's words would be prophetic.  Jeff would be shown,
by someone half his age, enjoyment and pleasure he had never known.  Indeed,
the youth would guide him toward doing things he never ever dreamed he would
do.  Denick was right.  Jeff's choice could not have been better.

To be continued...........................