Weekend in Kyiv (Part Two)

Chapter Seven - Gone Fishing!

As we drove back towards the city centre, Sascha refused point blank to answer my questions. We wound our way down the hill towards the Dnieper and along the bank, then Sascha pulled in to park just opposite a small bridge. "Hydropark!" I beamed, I'd been here before with Natlaie and Volodja; a large island in the middle of the River where the good folk of Kyiv came to swim and soak up the sun. Always lots of good-looking guys showing off their tans and strutting their stuff! He was right, I'd certainly enjoy this trip.

We got out of the car and I was heading for the beach, "Not yet," he said, "first we go up here."
He led the way across the road and up the steps to the Metro station. As we neared the top of the steps a young couple with a little girl of maybe two years old came towards us and both threw their arms around Sascha. I recognised her - the little blonde from the photos. The guy looked quite familiar too - tall and slender with dark brown, short-cropped hair and eyes, a serious expression, and a tan even deeper than Sascha's.

The hugging over, Sascha turned to me, an even broader smile than usual on his face. "Andy, I'd like you to meet my two best friends in the world. This is Ira and this is Sergei." They each shook my hands warmly and greated me in Russian "And this," ruffling the little girl's blondest of blond hair, "Is Tanya." Tanya smiled shyly and buried her head in her mother's skirt. Suddenly I remembered where I'd seen Sergei's face before - the skinny youth on Sascha's bedroom wall! Only now he didn't look so skinny - no spare flesh on him at all, and slim as a pole, with the narrowest hips I'd ever seen, but wiry and muscular as could be, the taut lines of his washboard stomach showing clearly through the open-work of his white string t-shirt. "And now," Sascha announced, bounding down the steps, "the beach!"

The next hour or so we spent pleasantly paddling in the shallows and helping Tanya build castles in the sand or taking turns to push her on the swings and roundabout. Ira spoke very little English and Sergei practically none at all, so most of our converstion was via Sascha as interpreter, but it didn't seem to spoil the fun, and we laughed freely, even the solemn Sergei breaking into the occasion flash of a smile, as we enjoyed the late summer sunshine. Then as the clock on the wall of the bar behind us came up to 11 o clock, Ira announced that it was time to take Tanya home as grandma was coming round to visit. I expected this to mean that Sergei was leaving too, but no, he simply kissed them both goodbye, then turned to mumble conspiratorially with Sascha.

"Okay, Andy. Now is time for your special treat." Sascha winked at Sergei who grinned briefly in return. "We going fishing!"

"Fishing?" I said, unenthusiastically. "Whatever you say."

With a laugh, Sascha led the way along the beach and round the corner where a group of rather battered looking boats were tied. Sergei the ran on ahead and began to untie one - a faded green motor launch that looked like a survivor of Dunkirk. "His father's" Sascha explained "Here, you help push."

Together we shoved the vessel down the short slope into the water, then splashed through the water and jumped up into the boat, which rocked precariously, smelling strongly of old fish and diesel oil. Sergei took the wheel and started the engine, then steered us out into the middle of the river, heading downstream.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see!" Sascha laughed "Just be patient."

We kept going for quite some while, and soon the buildings of the city began to give way to country datchas and then to woodland. Sergei steered the boat in towards the right bank, and then swiftly turned her nose into a small side channel, bringing her to a halt a bout 100 yards further on. Sascha grabbed the rope and jumped over the side, tying her up to a nearby tree. Sergei pulled a large black basket affair from under the seat at the rear of the boat and handed it to Sascha, then jumped over the side to join him. I followed, wandering what on earth we'd come here for. As soon as they were both on dry land, Sascha grabbed Sergei by the arm and pulled him to himself, wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing him firmly on the lips. Sergei responded eagerly and I watched with fascination as the embrace became more passionate - I'd never seen two guys snogging before, except on video, and it was quite a turn on. Sascha's hand moved from Segei's shoulder and found its way up under his t-shirt and began warmly caressing the muscles of his sixpack. Then abruptly they broke apart and began running up the gentle slope between the trees. Grabbing the fishing tackle box, I followed as quickly as I could.

"Hey wait for me you two!" I called as they disappeared over the crest of the small hill.

As I neared the top I could see them again, emeging out of the trees onto a gently shelving beach of almost pure white sand which went around two sides of a broad blue inlet. Beyond the sand on all sides the inlet was surrounded by thick trees. As he hit the beach, Sergei (who was the faster of the two runners) pulled off his t-shirt and threw it to the ground, them off came his shorts, revealing a backside every bit as brown as the rest of his body, as he ran, splashing wildly, into the water then dived forward and struck out at a leasurely pace towards the far bank. By now Sascha too had reached the water, having discarded his t-shirt and shorts on the way, but still wearing a pair of bright blue Speedos, which were soon bobbing up and down in the water towards Sergei. He soon caught up with his friend, and lunged forward, ducking Sergei under the water. Sergei emerged, spluttering and yelling in Russian at the golden-haired youth whoi stood laughing at him. Next minute, he dived under the water; there was a brief swirl of water, as Sascha lost his balance, then Sergei appeared again, grinning from ear to ear and waving a pair of blue Speedos in the air, which he then threw in my direction. Dropping the box, I retreived the swimmers, then sat on the sand, watching in fascination as the two tanned young Ukrainians jostled and wrestled each other in the clear blue water, their naked flesh glistening in the sunshine,as they entwined their limbs and torsos in every every direction possible. Soon they began to tire and collapsed in a heap half in and half out of the wate. Sergei spreadeagled on his back, the water glsitening over his nut brown body, with Sascha's golden-haired head resting on his panting chest, his arm grasping his friend's waist, his golden semi resting against his side. Sitting myself down on the sand beside them, I took the opportunity to take a closer look at Sergei's wiry body. Apart from a a fine sheen of black hair on his forearms and lower legs, and the bristling cluster of jet black hair around his manhood, Sascha's body was completely free of hair. Looking closely at his family jewels, I confirmed my initial impressions, his ball sack held the contents closely to his groin, while his cock was one of the smallest I'd ever seen, barely standing out beyond the tangle of his wiry pubes, the skin wrinkled up tightly making it appear even darker thean the rest of his tanned body.

Sascha had obviously noticed my examination. He gave me a knowing smile, and said "Want to see something really good?"

"Yeah, sure."