Trip with the Russian Kid

"Why did I take this trip?" I was asking to myself while passing from the Siberian Woods in the coldest train I have ever traveled with. As a geologist, it was always some kind of an adventure for me to discover new places and geographical structures. But, this was different. I was asked to give some lectures at Moscow and than to travel to the Northern part of the land with three anthropologists and a photographer, in order to find some evidences for prehistoric settlements in North Sea.

It was getting very cold inside. I could see the vapor of my own breath. I checked my watch and it was already stopped at 10pm. "So, it must be later..." I thought to myself. I decided to stand up and go to the back seats where the rest of my crew was traveling at.

Everyone seemed to fall asleep, except the photographer boy. He was a young Russian, almost at his twenties, with a pale skin, dark blue eyes and blond hair falling the both sides of his face. His name was Yuri. So I went near him. At first he didn't recognize me coming, so he was staring also out side the train.

"Good evening Mr. Yuri... I guess you can not sleep like me..." I said.

He surprisingly moved his head towards me.

"Oh! Mr. Jackos... I am sorry really sorry... I was umm... thinking... ummm... good it's travel place ummm forest... and snowy you know!"

Like most of the idealist Russian artists he was also not speaking quiet good English.

"But, it's cold Mr. Yuri. I really do not know, if I had to live in this place..."

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face.

"Oh....Mr Jackos, you cold? You know... We drink vodka... but, if you like another solution is always good for cold..."

He was so direct while telling that, already I really couldn't understand what was he suggesting. Because, while he was saying "Another solution" his eyes went so bright and a nasty smile spread all over his face, making his cheeks a little bir red.

"What kind of solution, is it Mr. Yuri..." I asked.

"Oh... Here is not good... You like with a walk with me. Back cars."

"Yeah..." I said. I was really thinking that he would give me some alcoholic drink that could keep me warm during the night. You know, as an academician I have never mixed my job and my feelings. Although I was a middle aged homosexual, I have never had a feeling towards this boy in our discovery trip.

Then he stood up also. He was wearing a long coat some kind of a black pant which was almost fitting his long legs tightly. Then we started to walk to the back of the train. We have walked till the end of the passenger cars and then we came to the car where our luggages were loaded.

"Eh... Mr. Yuri... I guessed you were taking me to a warmer place... But, here honestly is colder than our place"

He looked at me and smiled.

" I know Mr. But patience..." Then he took out his tool bag and inside he took out a vodka bottle. He opened it and poured some into the cup of the bottle.

"There you go... This is such a special one. Home made. Not touristic.."

I smiled and drank the vodka at once. The feeling was really good, because it was not bitter and it didn't hurt my throat, indeed it left some kind of a sweet fragrance in my mouth but then in my stomach, I felt it exploding like a dynamite and I had to sit.

"Oh...Good" I said.

He was drinking his second and then he again poured a cup to me...

We went like that, talking nothing to the end of the bottle.

Then he asked. "You feel cold?"

"No... But, inside is ok... out side cold..."

Then I realized him taking of his clothes out.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Some Russian solution... For a cold problem"

I was surprised. But, because I was drunk and I really wondered about his body, I continued to look. He had a smooth chest with defined but not stunning muscles. He had an uncut penis, with some pubic hair, which was also as blond as his hair. He got completely naked and turned towards me.

"So... You like staying there cold... Or share your hot with me..."

"Oh..." I said. Trying the cover my sudden erection under my pants. "Professionally, it's not good Mr. Yuri... I... don't think, it's moral..."

He looked at me and smiled.

"But Mr.Jacko... You said it... It's hot inside but cold outside... For me too... It's cold outside... You come and share our inside hot..."

It seemed moral to me than.

I quickly got undressed and went near him. We began to kiss each other. The flower like fragrance of the vodka was flying like a cupid angel from my mouth to his, with the small innocent but eager to be generous kisses. Then I felt him touching my butts, so with a natural instinct I moved my tongue towards his neck and started to lick his ears...

"Yes... Mr.. Jacko... Good. I feel hot..."

"I feel already..."

Then we laid down to the icy floor of the carrier and continued to lick our chest bellies and then whole bodies. While I was licking his belly, I felt a small touch of moisture on the edge of my cock. Then I heard his voice almost begging. "Oh...Please do same..."

So I cheerfully started to lick and kiss his twenty years old cock. We went like that for half an hour... And he said. "Oh... I am coming... But, no... I think I am the host here. So, I will let you really feel my inside hot..."

Then he quickly turned his back and slipped my juicy cock into his tight but moist asshole. The feeling of warmth came from my penis to my whole body.

"Oh yeah... Grow it sir..."

I started to go back and forth. The friction of skins leaving us in a cloud of pleasure was even smelling like the vodka itself. I could only feel his lips kissing me so eagerly as if a little sheep which was trying to get the last drop of his mothers milk... Then, I could help it no longer. I said. "I am coming...".

The reply was instant.

"Come...come in...."

So with a cry of lust while he was biting my lips, I came inside him... And with my hand I also touched his penis than to help him to come, but I realized that he already did...

"Oh... I didn't realize that you came Yuri." I said.

He looked at me and smiled. "I came at your first kiss sir..."

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written by georgebackers