Weekend in Kyiv

Chapter Five: Awakening

Amazingly, despite the wonderful sensation of the beatiful bronzed Slav's smooth skin against mine, and his warm breath against my neck, I soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Not even the consciousness of an imminent erection was enough to combat the effects of my long and eventful day.

Daylight was flooding in through the balcony window whan I drifted back into consciousness. For a moment, I wasn't sure exactly where I was, but then the sound of gentle breathing beside me brought it all flooding back. I was still lying on my side, my back to my new-found friend, but his arm was long gone and, as I quietly turned to face him, anxious not to wake the sleaping beauty from his slumbers, I saw that he had rolled over onto his back, his right arm stretched out over the top of his duvet, which was pushed back just enough to reveal the bronzed musculture of his upper chest, his right nipple just peeking out above the covers. I looked up to study his face; just as perfect as I remembered. His full lips were slightly parted, just revealing the perfect teeth within. His big pools of eyes were still lightly closed and I noticed for the first time how long his golden-brown lashes were - what many a girl would give for those, I mused. Over his chin and cheeks a faint trace of stubble just broke the surface of the otherwise unblemished skin. I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers lightly over it. As if conscious of my thoughts, Sascha shifted his position and, arching his back slightly, his eyelids fluttered open. Catching sight of me, the blue pools of his eyes seemed to sparkle in the early morning sushine as his his face broke into that now familiar smile. He raised himself up slightly on his elbows and half-turned to look at me, enquiring brightly "Hello Andy. How was your sleep?"

"Good, thanks, " I smiled in return, shifting slightly to disguise the fact that I had been studying him so closely as he slept. "And you, Sascha, kak djela? How are you?"

Frowning slightly, Sascha adjusted his covers and wriggled his behind as if to make himself more comfortable. "What is the right way to say it? I am hard, or I have hard?"

For a moment, I was genuinely uncertain what he was meaning. Had he had a hard time sleeping, knowing there was a naked stranger lying nest to him? "Sto sto?" I asked, "What's that you say?"

He pursed his lips and then, shrugging his shoulders and smiling disarmingly, threw back his covers to reveal a magnificent boner rising majestically at 45 degrees to his perfect flat stomach. "There!" he said. "How you say it?"

"A hard on" I gasped, blinking in amazement at his total lack of embarrassment. "I have a hard on." And, sure enough, true to my words, my own manhood began to swell rapidly in sympathy.

"Ah yes! That's right - now I remember." Sascha smiled again, throwing a mischevious glance of his blue eyes in my direction. "I have a hard on!"

And he certainly did! A full 8 inches or more if I was any judge, and, like the rest of his body, perfectly proportioned, the purplish-red glans just peaking out from the tip of the smooth, light golden foreskin, the shaft running straight as an arrow to where I could just see the globes of his balls hanging loosely down between his firm, slim thighs. A golden-brown fuzz of pubic hair rose from the pale area of flesh where, clearly, a pair of Speedos normally shielded this precious treasure from the sun which had bronzed the rest of his body so alluringly. As I struggled to take it all in, I watched in wonder as Sascha's right hand slid sensuously across his belly, through the forest of his pubes and began to lightly massage his balls, gently taking in the base of his cock in the process, causing it to sway alluringly before my eyes.

He sighed gently and turned to look me full in the face. "I think you need to lend me a hand with this," he said.

The meaning was perfectly clear, but I didn't dare believe my ears - maybe I was still asleep and this was all a dream. "I'm sorry?" I stuttered, "Say that again."

His serious gaze broke again into that boyish grin. "Pajalsta!" he laughed and, catching hold of my right hand with his left, pulled it gently across the bed and placed it firmly on his own perfect manhood, his right hand pausing in its work.. "Please; you do for me!" Gently, but insistently, he nudged my hand into motion with his own before returning it to its position between his legs. Shaking nervously all over, I took hold of Sascha's throbbing hard on more firmly between my thumb and first two fingers and began, slowly and gently, to massage the full length of it. Believe it or not, apart from one unsatisfactory fumble behind the bike sheds as a callow seventeen year old, this was the first time I'd ever held anyone's cock but my own, and I was nervous of going at it too hard or too fast. Also I wanted to savour every moment to the full.

"Oh yes, Andy!" Sascha murmered encouragingly, "That feels good!"

Taking courage from this, I closed my full fist around his organ, feeling it swell still further in my grasp. I watched transfixed as the head bobbed slowly in and out from under the enclosing foreskin, and a bead of pre-cum appeared at its tip, trickling down to meet my caressing fingers. I paused for a moment to run my forefinger gently under the flap and around the ridge - Sascha wriggled with pleasure and brought his hand to rest on my arm, stoking it gently in time with the rhythm of my fist on his cock as I resumed my labours. I felt his member tighten still further and push up against my hand - Sascha muttered something in Russian and brought his hand up over mine.

"Harder now , Andy" he urged, his hand encouraging my compliance.

Obediently I began to rub more urgently, up and down, up and down, then, without further warning, Sasch uttered a low moan, his backside rose urgently from the mattress, his cock leaping in my hand, and a magnificent fountain of creamy white juice shot fully six feet into the air before falling back with a pleasant 'splat' on Sascha's naked chest and stomach. Three more times a further spurt followed suit - not quite so high, but still quite a show! - some of it landing on my arm. Finally he relaxed and gently drew my hand back to rest on his stomach, while his own hand carressed his now wilting manhood, the last trickle of cum dribbling down onto his pubes.

"Thank you Andy" he breathed, and planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. "That was just what I needed! And now, " he grinned, suddenly coming to life again as he truned to face me, " I do something for you!"

Laughing mischeviously, he grabbed hold of my duvet and tugged it vigorously across to his side of the bed, revealing my own 7½ inches in all its glory. Released from its confines, a fresh surge of blood brought it jerking fully to attention once more.

"Very nice!" Sascha nodded, approvingly, pausing for a moment as if lost in thought.

I lay there, speachless, in eager anticipation of his hand on my meat when, to my surprise, he swung himself up onto his knees, turned towards me and swiftly buried his head in my groin. Gasping with pleasure, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue run over my tightening balls then up the full length of my shaft before coming to rest tentatively on the very tip of my now throbbing member, gently flicking back the lips of the foreskin and fluttering lightly over the pisshole. This was a totally new sensation for me, and one of total pleasure: I was almost squirming in delight. I felt his hand move from the base of my cock to pull back the slightly tight foreskin, then his tongue ran down the channel to the base of my glans and began to work at that most sensitive of areas. I moaned in delight and, for a moment, Sascha raised his baby blue eyes to meet my own, glinting in response to my obvious enjoyment. The next moment, he gently pulled my cock towards him and wrapped his lips around it, slowly sucking it into his mouth. As more and more of the engorged member was swallowed up into his mouth, I could feel his tongue working away along the underside of the shaft. I reached forward and ran my hands roughly through his sun-bleached hair. Slowly but insistently Sascha worked his lips up and down along the length of my manhood; sometimes concentrating on the head alone, while his hand worked on the shaft, at others pressing his head close into my groin until I could feel the tip of my cock embraced within the confines of his throat. And all the time that agile tongue teasing away at the sensitive tissues of my responsive member. Icould opnly mopan gently in appreciation, pressing his head closer into my groin. All too soon, I started to feel the juices welling up in the depths of my balls, and my cock tensed and jerked in expectation.

"Look out," I gasped, "it's coming!"

But rather than pull away, Sascha redoubled his efforts, eagerly sucking every inch of my love muscle into his mouth. With a gasp, my whole body seemed to go into spasm as the most almighty explosion was released into Sascha's waiting mouth. I could feel him gagging as time and again he swallowed the juices which erupted from the depths of my being. Then it was over, and my erection began to subside, but Sascha was still sucking contentedly, like a child with a dummy. He rested his head against my thigh and let my now flaccid member slip from between his lips, his fingers toying lightly with the hairs on my chest.

"Well," he murmered, smiling smugly, "Am I good, or what?"

"Oh you're good," I agreed, reaching down to ruffle his golden hair "Bloody good!"

We lay there quietly for a moment, then Sascha raised himself slowly back onto his knees and gently kissed my dormant manhood, working his way along my stomach to my chest and finally planted his lips softly on my own. Then he sat back on his heels and stared smilingly into my eyes. I could see the fast-drying remains of his orgasm glistening slightly on his upper body. I reached over and wiped one patch away with my finger, then playfully ran my finger over his lips before opening my own mouth and gently licking it clean. It tasted good - fresh and salty,

"Mmm," I smiled, "Ukrainian Borscht!"

Sascha giggled. I could see his cock was starting to stiffen once more and reached over to help it on its way, but he pulled back and swung himself off the bed. "Oh no," he said, wagging his finger in mock annoyance. "No more for you today!. Time for a shower I think."