Chris & Mishka

Chris went to the bar and let out a long sigh. His days with men needed to be over! ‘Your Body Is A Wonderland’ was playing on the bartender’s stereo. He changed his beer to a shot of tequila. This was going to be a long week! He was itching to call Tripp - itching!

Motion by the gate flagged his attention as he waited for the bartender with his fifty. A sweaty guy in the same red, spandex swim trunks emerged from the beach, toweling off his hair and face. What a fucking body!

Everyone stared as he walked by, strutting his stuff like a cat. A couple of gay porn groupies swooned, and he looked over his shoulder and smiled at them. That got them hyperventilating amongst themselves. The closer he got, the faster Chris’ heart began to pound in his ribcage. He was a fucking wet dream! He had zinc oxide on his nose and a whistle around his neck. Chris wondered if the porno was named, ‘Babewatch’ as this guy approached the bar.

‘Sexual’ by Amber came on, which seemed to suit the occasion for Chris right now. He couldn’t stop himself from staring - there was no way! Now at 15 feet away, this guy was a boy-angel from a Caravaggio painting! His skin was a creamy, golden tan, a perfect canvas for his chocolate hair and eyes.

He smiled over at a lone sun bather sitting nearby. By the looks of him, another porn star that was taking this particular shoot off. “Poka vsyo! Tvoyu mat’!,” he exclaimed, in a deep, sexy voice. The sun bather laughed and burst out with, “ Ochen rad chto u tebya vsyo khorosho!”

The dark-eyed angel took his place at the bar a few feet from Chris. “Da!,” he replied, looking worn out. He had a small cleft in his chin that complimented his exotic, chiseled features. He was so fucking perfect! Chris was disappointed that he didn’t have wings on his back, because that was the only thing missing. 

A gentle breeze blew and Chris could smell his skin...Salt, coconut oil, and the delicious scent of guy sex...Chris unconsciously licked his lips, wondering if that tight little ass got fucked ‘til he came...Or if he fucked the shit out of the Norse god...He was sticking his ass out as he leaned his arms over the bar. Chris wanted to slide his man meat between those sweaty little globes of his so bad right now, it hurt!

His cinnamon eyes surveyed his surroundings, coming to rest on Chris. They moved over the contours of his body in a rather unshy way, pausing when they got to his midsection. It seemed like he was staring for an eternity, so Chris wondered if he saw his growing erection straining against his shorts.

When he looked at Chris’ face again, his sensuous lips twisted into a smile. “Hello.,” he said. Chris grinned like an awkward first grader. “Hi.,” was all he got out - and he wasn’t the bashful type!

“What is your name?,” he asked, raising a perfectly arched brow. Chris was in a trance and didn’t hear. “Uh...what?,” he asked, giggling in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I - “ The gorgeous porn star laughed in the friendliest way. “What is your name?”

“Chris! What’s yours?,” he asked, standing up straight and moving a little closer. “Mikhail...You can say Mishka...Pozhalujsta, Chris!,” Mishka said, also standing up, to shake his hand. He must have been about six feet tall, three inches shorter than Chris. He had a firm handshake. “I am from russia...In Miami to make a movie...Vacation for you, yes?”

They talked small talk for maybe ten minutes, and Mischa got Chris a beer. It didn’t take Chris long to feel more comfortable. Mishka’s English was limited, but he could get his point across, and was quite amusing. Chris made him laugh a number of times too.

“So...You play hockey for Rangers soon?...I like hockey in America...I play in Russia with my friends...,” Mishka said, his dark eyes sparkling. Chris felt the hair on his arm stand on end when Mishka put his hand there. “I like...It is dream for a boy...I wish I could play with you...It would be much fun!...”

Chris could have sworn those eyes had a bit of mischief in them when he talked about ‘playing with him’...He thought he’d test the waters. 

“Haven’t you played enough with boys today?,” he teased, nudging him. God, the smell of sex on Mishka’s skin was killing him! He hoped the pre-cum he felt dripping down his leg wasn’t visible.

Before Mishka could answer, Justin came to them. “Blue, the beach is opening up...You coming?” He looked a little jealous that Chris was cruising sexy Mishka, instead of hitting on the chicks with them.

Mishka nodded that Chris should go. “You go, Chris! The water is nice and cool today! I must bathe! I do not smell so good!,” he admitted, actually blushing.

When Justin left ahead of him, Chris leaned in to Mishka and whispered, “I think you smell great actually!” Mishka gave him a wicked grin. “Yes? You like the smell of a man?...”

Chris wanted to know if he got fucked, and was so hot right now, the words just came out on their own. “Did you bottom today?,” he asked, hoping that the hot scent torturing his dick, was his. Mishka put his hand on Chris’ back and whispered, “Yes. Does it excite you?” Chris moaned, “Yeah!” Mishka ran the back of his knuckles over Chris’ bare skin and said in his ear, “ I am straight really…But I make these films for money…You like it with a man, yes?…” Chris was just a little too unsure that Mishka could have sex with a guy and not like it! 

“Yeah, I love it with a guy, but I actually have a girlfriend!” He searched Mishka’s face for a sign that this was a joke. “So are you telling me that you don’t enjoy what you’re doing? I can’t believe that!” Mishka gave him a charming smile. “If it seems I am enjoying it, I am doing my job right,…even though I think most men I work with are sexy…” That seemed sincere. Kind of cryptic, but sincere. Chris was disappointed, because he wanted him so bad. Mishka saw the disappointment in his long-lashed hazel eyes. “I have upset you…,” he said quietly.

Chris sighed and took a second to pull himself together. He promised himself no more guys after Tyler anyway, so he’d walk away gracefully to the beach and pick up one of the chicks. “No, no, no! I understand! You’re very hot, Mishka, but after I fucked things up with my lover recently, I’m not going to pursue guys anymore! Its ok, really!” Mishka nodded as he admired Chris’ soft features. “Will I see you at night maybe?...I know of a club you might enjoy...”

Chris wanted to say no, so that he wouldn’t have to spend the night with a hard-on for a guy he couldn’t have. Instead though, he said, “Yeah, sure! Do your friends like straight clubs?..” Mishka laughed. “It is not straight so much…It is mixed…A few of them are bisexual…Like you!…”

Mishka put Chris’ cell number into his phone. He looked like a god, the way the sun was making his tan glow right now. “In case…,” he said, smiling again. “Will you come to ‘Mango’s’ for six o’clock and have some drinks with me?…” Chris nodded. “Just us. We can meet others later.”

Chris was having sensory overload right now. Why was he allowing this? And why was Mishka looking at his face like that? Moist lips on his cheek jolted him back from his confused brain, to the hot patio. Mishka just kissed him! “So I will see you tonight, yes?” Chris stood there with his mouth gaping. “Uhhh…Yeah, sure!…” Mishka smiled again. “Good! I am happy about it!…” He reached up and caressed Chris’ smooth cheek, then left to join his European comrades.

He saw them talking about him, obviously teasing Mishka. Mishka just smiled and stared after Chris, as he walked towards the beach. His heart was pounding. Plans with a gorgeous, straight European who did gay porn! Why him?

Chris showered and dressed after the beach. He put on a sexy Versace cologne, and for his own amusement, the black 2Xist thong that Tripp loved to pull off him with his teeth. He wore his favorite low-riding Abercrombie jeans, and a light blue Abercrombie sleeveless shirt with a red #5 on it. Chris looked hot by anyone’s standards! He laughed at people who told him to model though, because he was too much of a jock to prance around in front of a camera. Hockey was his life! And in his opinion, he had too many damned scars to ever pull it off.

Justin and Drew teased him, even though he explained that Mishka was ‘gay for pay’. They didn’t buy it, claiming that no one could cum unless they were excited. Chris secretly hoped they were right, but didn’t say it. He just told them he’d find them sometime late tonight, threw on his Birks, and headed to their hotel bar before ‘Mango’s’.

He had already consumed 2 shots and a beer from there, just to loosen up. The gay guy from the pool side, who was Mishka’s biggest fan, was nice. He sat with Chris and told him all about the sexy Russian. He claimed to only have sex with men in his movies and that though he didn’t think it was really bad, he preferred women. “I read an interview on Niklas Leksand’s website...Personally, I’ve seen Mishka in a lot of films - he’s full of shit! I know he says he’d rather ‘top’, but I don’t buy THAT either! He likes to ‘bottom’, its not because Niklas thinks he looks better that way! Well, at least that’s my opinion!,” Brian informed him, chugging what was left of his Scotch on the rocks.

He had Chris laughing. Before he left, Brian called out, “Hey! If he doesn’t put out for you, gorgeous, you come and find me!” He handed Chris his business card and winked. Chris smiled and thanked him, even though he wasn’t his type.

When he got to ‘Mango’s’, ‘Bonnie & Clyde’ by Jay-z and Beyonce was playing inside. He pushed himself past a small crowd of barely legal guys and girls, much like himself. One of the girls whistled, so he turned and smiled at her. She was hot, but then he saw Mishka. He was grinning at the little scene and shaking his head. Suddenly she wasn’t so hot anymore...

Chris reached out his hand to the dark-eyed angel, but he grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek instead. “You are taken already I see!,” he teased. Chris caught a light trace of his soap on his skin. It was enticing - no cologne or anything - just a natural clean scent. His buzz thought he should return the favor, so he brushed his lips across Mishka’s baby soft cheek. Mishka’s eyes sparkled in the dim lighting. “American men don’t like to kiss each other for a greeting, yes?,” he questioned. Chris shook his head. “Well, at Harvard they do, after a keg or some ecstacy...But I don’t do drugs...I’m an athlete...”

This time, he bought Mishka a drink, which was Stoli on the rocks. They talked about life in America, which Mishka loved hearing about. It all intrigued him. This was his second time in Miami for a movie and he absolutely loved it. When the conversation turned to Mishka, he told Chris he was 22 and when he wasn’t filming, he was a waiter for a restaurant in Moscow. He wanted to go to school for architecture, and thought a lot about coming to the states for his education.

Chris got more tipsy after about an hour and Mishka had the beginnings of a buzz. They laughed a lot, and Mishka became a lot more touchy-feely with him at that point. A lot of arm caressing and grabbing of him when he got excited about what they were discussing.

“Na ushah?,” Mishka said with a giggle, cupping Chris’ face in his hands. Chris laughed. He had learned a few dirty Russian phrases so far tonight. “Huh?,” he asked, putting his hands over Mishka’s affectionately. “A bit drunk?,” he translated. Chris shook his head. “Oh yeah! But I’m having so much fun! One more shot before we go?,” he pleaded. “Nyet! Poka vsyo! We must leave, Blue!,” Mishka said in his ear, leading him out by his wrist.

They went to ‘Liquid,’ where a bunch of fellow Niklas Leksand models were waiting. Chris had no desire to call his friends. Three more of them were arriving tonight, and he wasn’t in the mood for being on pussy patrol, now that he was around Mishka. Not tonight anyway!

The bass was pounding at ‘Liquid’, like his head would be tomorrow, if he paced himself with these crazy Russians. They were all dancing, kissing girls and each other. Mishka turned his head and laughed when they tried to kiss him. “Zakolebal!,” Vlad yelled in jest, tickling his side. 

Chris kissed the Norse god, a.k.a Cristov later on, and Mishka purred, “Mmmmm...Sexy...,” pushing their heads together and holding them lip-locked by their hair. Then, he got jealous of the two of them. After a half an hour of dancing with some girl and pretending he didn’t mind, he came over to them. “My turn!,” he hissed, pushing Cristov aside and replacing his tongue inside Chris’ eager mouth. The rest of the hot Russians around them ooooo’d and ahhh’d, egging Mishka on in their native tongue. The pretty blond girl hanging all over Mishka took that as her queue to leave.