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Jeffrey Mattson looked out the window of the Tupalov turboprop as it taxied up to Gate 4A at St. Petersburg airport. As he glanced at his watch he noticed that the plane was arriving only five minutes behind schedule and smiled. Maybe some efficiency and capitalist determination were coming to Russia after all he mused to himself.
Jeff watched halfway with expectation, and halfway with uncertainty, as the passageway swung out and attached itself to the side of the plane. A journey over many months, and over 5,000 miles, was about to come to completion. Yet actually, it was a journey that was just beginning.
It had all begun six months earlier, as Jeffrey Mattson had surfed the Internet looking for more porn. Not just any porn mind you, but the kind that he, as of late, had come to love the most. Over the last month or so he had become both fascinated and captivated by the large number of web sites devoted to Russian pornography. It seemed, he discovered, that there was no limit to what one could find, or download, if one was willing to take the time and energy to do it.
Jeff had become quite found of the seemingly endless number of pictures of Russian teens whose sexual excitement and escapades were graphically depicted in the numerous pictures that he had downloaded and saved. For months he had gotten himself off to the hot sex pics that had become part of his ever-growing porno collection. Not that anyone would have suspected. No, no one would have suspected Jeff of any thing like that.
At twenty-six, Jeffrey Mattson was the type of guy that was every girls dream and the object of every guy's envy. Physically, he was quite good looking and in very good shape. His coal black hair was enhanced by a smooth, tan complexion, attributable in no small part to his native-American ancestry. His sparkling brown eyes seemed to speak volumes when they looked at you. Jeff's shoulders and chest tapered down to a thirty-two inch waist, highlighted by a very appealing ripple of abs. Years of high school and college tennis, working out, and running had molded and shaped Jeff into, for want of a better term, a stud. Mentally and financially, he hadn't done too badly either.
His training in economics and accounting at the University of Chicago had given him the background and connections to land a job with one of the most prestigious brokerage firms on Wall Street. As the successes and commissions rolled in, Jeff had become the envy of most of the young guys in the firm. For some reason, they did not know why, Jeff seemed to have an innate knack for picking winners and avoiding losers in the market. Financially, by every stretch of the imagination, Jeff was well on his way to becoming quite wealthy at a very early age in life. From all outward appearances Jeff had it all. Everything, that is, except what he wanted and craved the most. Guys.
There is little doubt that both the chicks, and some guys, that drooled over his good looks, or those that envied his financial abilities, would have been somewhat bewildered and shocked, to have seen Jeffrey Mattson sitting naked in front of his computer screen, jerking himself off to a seemingly endless parade of hot Russian guys. Names like Dimitri, Anton, Yura,Vastya, Andrei, Sergei, Valentin, Vova, and Anatol had become as familiar to Jeff in his private life as the terms prospectus, dividend date, selling short, buying long, price earnings ratio, and the like, had become in his public one. Just has he had developed extraordinary expertise in the investment world of stocks and bonds, Jeff had developed an extraordinary talent and ability to hunt down Russian porn. Consequently, he had a rather sizeable collection.
Zip disks loaded with pictures occupied one whole box on his computer desk. In another, next to it, were zip disks loaded with Mpegs and video segments he had painstakingly downloaded. In a very special box, next to his entertainment center Jeff had his most prized possessions, three videos that had been smuggled into the country because their content was highly illegal. It was one of those Jeff now watched intently as he slowly stroked his thick, seven inch, cock.
Jeff stared at the screen intently as the three performers put on their show. It was a scene set in what was supposed to be some kind of shower and locker room. The teen was so thin and lanky that it appeared as though it was a dick with a teen attached.
Jeff's hand tightened its grasp around his cock and began to stroke in earnest as the older-looking of the blonde youths took more and more of the teen's sizeable tool in his mouth. Each time the blonde-headed guy went down on the teen's thick tube he seemed to take more and more of it until his was burying his nose in the teen's dark bush, his throat obvioulsy destended from the huge chuck of meat shoved down it. Meanwhile, the younger of the two guys was giving a demonstration of ass-eating that far exceeded what someone of his tender years should have had the knowledge to do. The teen's groans became louder and more audible as the two young guys expertly ate him from both sides.
"Trakhaht' Trakhat'!" the older guy began to intone over and over again as he ground his butt back into the willing mouth of the younger blonde and then pushed forward into the eager mouth of the older blonde.
Jeff began to pick up the pace of his stroking somewhat. He had seen this video many times before and he knew the best part was about to begin.
The long, thick shaft of the dark-haired teen had become quite well-lubed with spit and pre-cum as the older of the two guys continued to suck and bury his nose in the teen's dark bush. It was at that point that the action paused and the teen pulled the older of the guys away from his dick, helped him stand up, and led him over to one of the locker room benches. The younger guy stood and watched, his hairless crotch and his stiff three-inch guy dick clearly in view, while his older companion was led over to the bench.
"Vstat' rakom!" the older teen commanded.
At that, the older blonde guy leaned over the bench in a doggy-style position and spread his ass cheeks. The camera zoomed in and showed a clear shot of the youth's tight, pink, hole, slightly dark around the exterior edges and twitching with expectation. Jeff gasped as he felt the tingle in his balls start to surge up through him. He slowed the pace of his stroking so as not to go too soon.
The older guy began to whine and his body began to tremble slightly as the dark-haired teen, his hand on his huge pole, began to line up behind him.
"Ty mne van'ku ne val'aj!" the teen said as he slapped the guy hard on his ass cheeks with his hand.
The youth's whines died to a low sobbing whimper as he prepared himself for the inevitable.
Again the camera zoomed in on the gu's asshole as the head of the teen's dick began to press against it. An almost cat-like wail could be heard on the audio as the plum-sized head of the teen's disappeared into the guy's ass. Slowly, the teen's spit-slick pole, made more sizeable in appearance by the small size of the guy he was impaling, began to disappear up and into the guy's tight chute.
It was not long until the teen's wiry, dark bush pressed against the ass of the young guy. At that point, the camera panned back and showed a healthy set of nuts swinging between the legs of the impaled younger guy, leaving little doubt that the teen was now balls deep and ready to begin his fucking.
Slowly at first, then more rapidly, the dark-haired teen began to pump his meat into and out of the helpless guy on the bench beneath him. It was at that moment that the youngest of the two blondes moved in to his next assignment. It was his task, it seemed, to lick and suck the dark-haired teens balls as he pumped his sizeable tool in and out of the now panting and shuddering youth beneath him.
Jeff speeded up his stroking as the scene continued to unfold. He knew it was only a short time until the end of the scene.
"MMMMMMM!" Jeff moaned as he watched the teen continue to pound into the butt of guy, his balls swinging back and forth wildly like some huge bull.
"OH!" Jeff gasped as he began to feel the stirrings in his balls that meant his own release would soon take place.
"Unnnnggggggghhhhhhh!" Jeff cried out as the dark-haired teen, whose moaning and ass-quivering seconds before had meant he was filling the young guy beneath him with a hot load of teen cum, pulled out and let the camera get a good shot of the guy's now wide-open cum-leaking hole.
"Arrghhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmpppffffff!" Jeff screamed, his hips thrusting upward into his hand, as the camera showed the younger blonde guy moving in and lapping up the trickle of cum that oozed out of the asshole of the older blonde. Jeff shot his load.
The first rope of cum landed just beneath his neck and trailed down to his right nipple. That was followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth, until his entire stomach was covered in trails of white cum splotches, and his hand, now slowing its pace, milked the last few drops from the head of his softening dick.
"Geez!" Jeff commented out loud as he took his left hand, the one which was not covered in cum, picked up the remote, and turned off the VCR.
Slowly, so as not to drip cum all over his carpet, he walked to the bathroom, got a damp rag, and began to clean himself off. That done, he went back to the living room, ejected the tape from the VCR, and walked toward the kitchen to find something to eat. Jeff glanced at his idle computer as he worked his way toward the kitchen.
He would check his e-mail later on, he thought to himself. After all, it was Friday night. He didn't have to go to work tomorrow. Besides, he might want to watch another part of the tape and jerk off again before he bothered with it.
Even though he had cum only moments before, Jeff's dick twitched a bit as he thought of the next segment on the tape he had just watched. It was the one in which the two blonde guys sucked, fucked, moaned and squealed, wreathing upon the bed like baby seals as their young bodies were wracked with one dry orgasm after another . Yeah, e-mail would have to wait.