Gay Erotic Stories

I was staying in a small town in the north of Russia for a month over the summer. It was part of a university program, and I was living with a divorcee in her apartment. It was a nice arrangement, with a nice apartment, but the only major problem was a lack of hot water. You see, in the summer, many buildings in Russia shut off their hot water, to save on money. The logic is that you don’t need the hot water, since it is hot outside. Now, not everyone is without hot water, it depends upon your building.

So, I was staying in a building without hot water. The woman that I was living with suggested that I go and take my showers at her friend’s apartment. Igor, her friend, lived just around the corner and had hot water. I immediately jumped at the opportunity after my first freezing cold shower, plus I would get to meet her friend and chat with him in Russian, since that was my reason for coming to the country in the first place.

When I arrive at the apartment Igor opens the door for me. My jaw dropped and practically hit the floor. The man standing in front of me was simply beautiful. He was a tall and slender blonde, with steely blue eyes, and a slender muscular build. He was wearing a mesh shirt, which was the fashion in the town and showed off more than it hid, which revealed his flat stomach and well-defined chest. To top it off, he was a nice guy. We chatted for a while, talking about George W. Bush (why does every Russian ask about him?), school, and your other everyday topics. I was getting a strong gay vibe from Igor, although it is not so easy to tell in Russia, since gays are still pretty oppressed.

I go into the bathroom to start my shower. It is a typical Russian bathroom, with an old-fashioned cast iron tub that is sitting up on blocks, no shower curtain, and a hand-held shower nozzle. So, I get into the shower and start to revel in the joy of hot water, when Igor knocks on the door. He enters the room to bring me some towels. I turn from him to hide my growing erection. When I look to see if he has gone, he is standing there disrobing. I simply continue with my shower, waiting to see what would happen.

Next thing I know, Igor is in the tub with me, and has taken the shower nozzle from my hand and is getting himself wet. By this time, my 8 incher is standing at full attention, although Igor doesn’t see it. Then I feel Igor start to soap up my back. I am loving the experience when it gets better. Igor reaches around front of me and starts to jack my dick. It is at this point that I feel his dick behind me. I turn around immediately to take in the view. His dick is glorious, with a long slender shaft and pink head, hidden under a thick foreskin. I immediately drop to my knees and take the dick in my mouth.

I suck him a few times before going to work on his juicy foreskin. I start to work my tongue around the skin, to lick around his head. Igor is obviously enjoying it, from what I could translate, but my mind wasn’t quite on that task. I work on taking his whole dick in my mouth, which would be formidable. Although his dick was pretty average in size, it was quite long, easily ten inches and still with room to grow.

After getting his dick nice and hard, I decide that it is time to put it to some good use. I told Igor, in perfect Russian mind you, that I want him to fuck me. I produce some condoms out of my pants on the floor (it’s Russia, never trust their condoms). After rolling it onto Igor’s dick, he grabs a bottle of baby oil from the cabinet and works it on his dick and in my hole. It is clear that this is not Igor’s first time working with a man. He bends me over, with my hands braced against the wall and enters me, in one quick motion. I inhaled quickly, as the sharp pain immediately disappeared and was replaced by an intense feeling of fullness. Igor starts his slow thrusting, long deep thrusts that shake me to the very core. I feel all weak in the knees yet invigorated by the fuck and the shower. All the while, Igor is speaking Russian, saying how well I sucked his dick and how great my ass feels (what, you thought we only studied Tolstoy in class?) After a good long fuck Igor speeds up his fucking and tenses up for his climax. He quickly jacks me to climax, all over the tile wall, and we collapse in the tub, with the warm shower still soaking us.

This became my daily schedule while in Russia. After seeing my host off to work, I would walk around the corner to Igor’s for a shower and a fuck. I was fucked in every imaginable position and in every imaginable way that summer. Igor also was on the receiving end of many a good fuck. I always wondered if Igor ever told my host. They seemed close and every time I saw them together, there would be a strange smile that would pass between them when I entered the room. Oh well, if she knew, then she was the most hospitable host in the world. If she didn’t know, she was a gay boy’s best friend.

Either way, I was happy, Igor was happy, and my teacher was thrilled that I made such a good “friend” in Russia.