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Warning: The following is a work of fiction and does not relate to any real person or event. It describes explicit sexual activities between adult men and young boys. If this is not what you are looking for, you have no excuse for reading any further. If it is, then enjoy! THE PORN BOYS by Cosmo Chapter 15: Resolution I couldn't be sure if I was awakened by the shrill and insistent effusion of birdsong filtering through the fragile fabric of the tent, or whether it was from the mounting pressure I was feeling in my groin. I stirred and looked around. Daylight was just starting to seep through the gap in the tent flaps, casting a dull eerie half-light over the sleeping figures that were still huddled warmly into their sleeping bags. I realized that I was not actually in my sleeping bag at all. I was on top of the sleeping bag, and the pressure I was feeling in my groin was due to the raging hard-on that was being suppressed by the diminutive figure of Vladik who was lying face down between my legs. He must have burrowed his way under the comforter at some point during the night and had settled himself right over my crotch with his head resting on my stomach. His little hands were resting loosely on my hips, as though he was clinging to my lower half. I remembered Vladik's copious tears from last night, and briefly pictured his pretty face in turmoil and distress. That image contrasted starkly with the sight of him looking so restful and at peace right now. His cute blond head was turned slightly to one side and was gently rising and falling with my breathing. His weight was bearing down on my hard-on and I could feel my stiff cock trapped against the warmth of his chest. I took a few moments to appreciate this juxtaposition, because I knew I was soon going to have to get up for a pee. But before I disturbed him I just had to take in the sight of this gorgeous little boy, his slight frame thrown over me like that, feeling the weight of his boyishness bearing down on my pelvis. I crawled out from under him, lifting his head gently off me, and he moaned sleepily, loath to be disturbed. He grizzled a little, unconsciously resentful of the disturbance. I let him snuggle back into the warmth my body had left behind and covered him up again. Lying there, swaddled in the folds of the comforter, his eyes were gently closed, his face expressionless, and his little ruby lips parted ever so slightly so that his little teeth were just visible beneath his overbite. He looked absolutely adorable. Perhaps our rapprochement was now going to let his true nature shine through and he would finally allow himself to get close to me. I hoped so. I felt very drawn to this little boy. At this moment I knew that I loved Vladik. Perhaps I loved him every bit as much as Yura. I only hoped that my heart had enough capacity to love them both. When I was done peeing, I came back into the tent, and Anton was awake. He looked quite content, sitting up slightly, propped up on his elbows, his pretty hazel eyes a little puffy, and his long mousy hair mussed up from his sleep. He looked undressed without his glasses. He was looking around surveying the two boys who were still sleeping, evidently reassured that Vladik was still with us. We exchanged glances and smiled. It was funny how we always thought in unison. It was like I could tell what was going through his mind and he always knew what I was thinking too. I sat down cross-legged next to Vladik and softly stroked his blond hair as he slept. `Don't be too hard on yourself,' said Anton. `What?' I asked, looking up, not immediately understanding what he meant. He jerked his head at Vladik. `Don't blame yourself,' he said. `I let him down,' I said, regretfully, looking down at the comatose boy next to me. `No. You didn't,' said Anton, with a note of impatience. `But, if it wasn't for me...' `If it wasn't for you, those boys wouldn't have had the time of their lives,' he interjected. `I almost regret bringing them now,' I said, a little downbeat, `We nearly lost Vladik.' He fumbled about on the groundsheet next to him and found his spectacles, putting them on hastily. Then he refocused on me, as though, with his vision now clear, he was able to put his thoughts in order. `You're only saying that because you haven't seen the change in them like I have. You haven't seen what those boys were like when they were locked up all day, drugged, beaten, starved... Do you know what they had to do? Do you know what it was like to watch those boys perform when they were already physically exhausted? To do the most extreme and obscene things to themselves and each other? To perform on demand like circus animals? I watched them do all sorts of degrading things, cruel and painful things, all in the name of porn. Do you think the men who did that cared about them? Do you think anyone has ever cared about those boys as much as you?' I looked across at Anton incredulous at the way he had put it, somewhat taken aback by his impromptu lecture, and more than a little overwhelmed by his frankness. I looked into both his spectacle-framed eyes and was blown away by the candidness of his description, especially the way he had so graphically described the changes he had seen in the boys. And he should know. He was once one of them. `Don't beat yourself up about it,' he said, `You've done more for those boys than anybody.' He got up, almost dismissively, as though that was his final word and he would hear no more about it. That was one of the things I liked about Anton. He always made me feel a lot better. He paused by the tent exit and looked back, raising his eyebrows questioningly. `Coffee?' I nodded slowly, smiling assuredly. Whilst Anton made the coffee, I got up and went down to the lake for an early morning dip. Our location by the lakeside didn't have the sandy beach, nor the privacy of the cove, but it was still early, so I figured it was safe for a quick skinny dip whilst there was no one around. I stripped off, slowly wading into the water, steeling myself for the shock of the cold water. It was icy cold and made my skin tingle all over. I swum out to where the water was a little deeper and splashed about on my own for a bit. I submerged myself a few times, bracing myself as I came back up, spluttering the water out of my face. As I did so, I could see Anton coming down towards the lake with Yura and Vladik. They were all naked, no doubt anticipating another bout of skinny dipping. We were now all very comfortable in our nakedness with each other. But it had turned a lot colder. It was not going to be as warm as the afternoon we had spent at the cove and I didn't expect we could sustain it for very long. Anton had brought down a steaming mug of coffee for me and an armful of large towels. I eased myself over the bank and rose out of the water, dripping wet. I wrapped one of the towels around me and cupped the hot mug of coffee to me gratefully. I went and sat up on the grassy ridge, so I could keep an eye on the boys as they swam. I draped the towel around my shoulders and drank the coffee almost greedily, revived by its warmth. As I drank, the boys went running into the water, shrieking from the cold, but seemingly undeterred. They splashed about manically anyway, still determined to horse around and have fun. Anton was standing by the water's edge, watching them, and he turned and looked up at me purposefully from below. `See,' he called up to me, as though to reiterate his earlier point, `They're having the time of their lives.' I could only smile back down at him, reassured. Anton then went running into the water, and quickly threw himself in, diving under the surface in one swift movement, and swam out to where the boys were playing. I watched them playing together for a good long time, engaging in their usual antics of splashing each other, jumping about and trying to pull one another under. The more time I spent around Anton, the more I liked him. The boys did too. And I saw Anton do a lot of really affectionate things. As I watched him with the boys, there were some quaint little gestures that seemed to strike a chord with me for some reason. It was clear that we had all become quite attached to him. I was still sitting up on the ridge finishing my coffee when Anton and Vladik came running out of the water, breathless with exertion and shivering from the cold. But they were still laughing uncontrollably from their energetic games, giggling and chortling and evidently having fun. They left Yura out in the water alone, amusing himself by diving down towards the bottom of the lake. It wasn't very deep, probably about eight feet. He would tip himself up on the spot, so that you could see his little feet kick briefly just above the surface before submerging fully under the water. He was quite an accomplished diver and for the moment seemed quite content just splashing about on his own. Meanwhile, I watched how Anton interacted with Vladik and I sensed a budding liaison between these two. Anton had already indicated that he had a particular affection for Vladik and he was very caring and thoughtful and gentle towards him. Anton wrapped a big towel around Vladik and gave him a quick, solitary little kiss on the lips. Then they sat down on the sandy soil to dry off. They were talking quietly, and Anton was yammering away in that quiet, reassuring, affectionate tone of his. They sat quite close together, facing each other, and Anton had an arm outstretched, resting on Vladik's shoulder, all the time talking confidentially to him. I could see Vladik nodding in agreement, passively acquiescent to whatever it was Anton was asking of him. Then there was one thing in particular which Anton did, which I thought was especially endearing and considerate. I watched Anton reach for the packet of cigarettes that he had placed on the ground beside him. He took two cigarettes from the pack, lighting them both, one after the other, and gave one to Vladik. He did it in a very distinct, well thought out way that reflected his natural altruism and affection. It was apparent in the way he strategically turned the filter tip towards Vladik as he handed him the lit cigarette. It was such a thoughtful gesture, with powerful overtones of John. It was eerie, but also strangely delightful. For me, it was little gestures like that which truly revealed what was in people's hearts. And as I watched him, watched the way he moved, observed his demeanor, his expressions, his overall presence, I finally worked out why it was that I felt so strongly drawn to this boy. It was because he reminded me so much of John. They waited for Yura to come back out of the water then, having finished their cigarettes, Anton and Yura wrapped their towels round them and came back up towards me on the grassy ridge. They left Vladik, who was still down by the water's edge and seemed to be kicking the soil around on his own. `Vladik wants to talk to you,' said Anton, with a cryptic smile, as he and Yura walked past me on their way back to the tent. Yura had a mischievous grin on his face, as though he was already privy to whatever it was Vladik wanted to discuss. I looked puzzled for a moment, but didn't question it. I secured the big towel tightly around my shoulders and went down to where Vladik was standing by the edge of the lake. As I came up behind him he was staring into the rippling water, looking quite thoughtful and introspective. `Hey little buddy, Anton says you wanted to talk to me.' He looked around and nodded, pursing his pretty lips anxiously as he turned to face me. His golden hair was sticking up in wet, stubby little spikes. He appeared a little uncertain, and settled on gazing at the ground. His diminutive little body was glistening with droplets of water, the white towel secured tantalizingly around his waist, contrasting against the slightly tanned tone of his young skin. He shuffled his bare little feet in the sandy soil nervously. `Mark?' `Hmm?' `I'm sorry I was mean to you,' he said, still looking down. I was struck by the sincerity of his words. I knew he was being genuine, even though I half suspected that Anton had put him up to this. But I played it cool. `No need to apologize,' I said, `Its okay, really.' `Still, I wasn't very nice.' He looked up meaningfully. `I didn't mean those things I said.' `I forgive you,' I said, making it sound inconsequential, `But I think I owe you an apology too.' He looked quizzical, and lowered his eyebrows. `I'm sorry about what happened yesterday,' I said, `I hope you forgive me.' `It's not your fault,' he said, `It's mine.' Now it was my turn to look quizzical. `You offered to go with me remember?' he went on. Of course he was right. It had been against my better judgment that I allowed him to go into that restroom on his own. `Still,' I said, `I do feel bad about what happened. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.' `That's okay,' he said, with genuine absence of malice. There was a pause and he looked at me appealingly, with the most adorable expression. `So are we friends?' he asked, pursing his lips hopefully. I smiled benevolently, at that moment feeling nothing but an intense love for this boy. `We were never enemies,' I said. He shuffled his feet some more, as though trying to tramp down some imaginary outcrop in the soil. He was thinking it over, assimilating our conciliation, and hesitantly drawing it out. He was silent for a while, patently wavering over what to say next. Then, looking down nervously, he spoke again. `Mark?' `Yes?' He held his arms out in supplication, looking up with a resigned expression, inviting me to hug him. I stepped across and embraced him tightly. My towel fell open so that our bare bodies were touching. I rubbed his bare back and kissed his head in a gesture of love and affection that was absolutely exquisite. Holding Vladik so close like that felt good. His damp, naked little body was lithe and slim in my arms, so warm against my skin, so youthful, vital and alive. As I held him, I buried my face into his wet hair and breathed in the heady aroma of this beautiful little specimen, taking in his scent, his little boy smell mixed with the freshness of the lake water, bound up with the lingering smell of tobacco. We stayed like that for a few long seconds, appreciating this special little boymoment together. I ruffled Vladik's golden hair affectionately. And while we were entwined like that, he spoke, with his sweet head muffled against me. `Mark?' `Hmm?' `How come you've got so much love inside you?' he asked. What an extraordinary question! Sometimes I was struck dumb by the questions these boys came out with. I was momentarily stunned by its sheer depth and in particular by the way he had chosen to phrase it, as though love were some commodity that we could each manufacture. `I had a good teacher,' I said, `I had someone who was prepared to show me love when I was young, someone who took me in when no one else wanted me, and showed me what it was like to really love another person. Just think how fantastic this world would be if we all had teachers like that.' Vladik stepped away, breaking our embrace and looked up at me, somewhat overwhelmed. His expression told me that my answer was far deeper, far more profound and rather more protracted than he'd bargained for. I decided to sit down on the sandy soil, hoping that Vladik would follow suit. He sat down next to me, and we were silent for a few moments, very thoughtful, mellow and relaxed. Both of us stared out across the silvery waters of the lake, watching how the early morning sun was reflecting off the rippling surface. `Sometimes I can't help being mean,' Vladik explained, `I think about my life and I ask myself why these things happened to me.' Then he turned and looked at me. `Mark, is there something wrong with me?' I turned to him rather abruptly. `No little buddy, you mustn't think that!' `So why do I always feel like I want to hurt people?' `Because you're angry,' I said, `And you have a right to be angry.' `It just makes me feel like...' `Shouting, hitting people, breaking things?' I said, completing the sentence for him. He looked back at me with a wondrous look on his face, and started nodding slowly, almost as though he was surprised that I understood what he was trying to convey. He was suddenly curious. `How do you know?' `Because I went through it too,' I said, shifting closer to him. He allowed me to put an arm around his shoulders and he snuggled into me, looking around at me with a questioning look. `I was angry too,' I went on, `I was a street kid once, selling my ass to scrape a few bucks, and struggling for food and warmth and shelter.' His little jaw was wide open as he stared up at me. `You were a rent boy?' `Yeah, a prostitute,' I said, plainly, `I jerked off clients and sucked their cocks and did what I had to do to survive.' `When?' `When I was only a little older than you are now.' He stared at me for a very long time, fixing me with a piercingly intense look of his green eyes, and I could detect his sweet head processing this information. Something told me that I had just risen by several hundred points in his estimation. As Vladik was assimilating this information, I waited for another question, but it never came. Instead, he stared for a good long while and then just decided to snuggle into my embrace and relaxed, allowing himself to digest this startling revelation, and enjoy this precious little boymoment with me. His silence indicated that there was no need to say any more. We sat there for a good few moments longer, wordlessly thinking our own thoughts, and I knew that when we were comfortable enough to sit in a warm embrace without feeling the need to say anything, it denoted his acquiescence. At this point I knew that Vladik had finally accepted me. ****** Those few momentous days we had spent at Crystal Lake proved to be something of a turning point for all of us. I had got to know Anton a lot better and he was a lot more attached to the boys. I was reconciled with Vladik. Even Yura and Vladik seemed closer. The highs and lows we had shared had brought us all closer together. There was a mutual affinity there, a kind of brotherhood that was forged by the joint experience. So I guess the trip had served some purpose, and it had definitely cemented the bonds between us. We came back from Crystal Lake stronger and all the more united. My rapprochement with Vladik continued to flourish when we returned, even after we had settled back into the routine at the house. It was apparent in the way he was clingy and attentive around the house. It was as though, now that his resentment of me had been banished, he wanted to be close to me all the time. He was particularly demonstrative and affectionate, thus vindicating my expectations that, despite the challenges this boy had faced, he was actually very sensitive and loving. Once he had let go of his truculence and hostility, his natural charm was able to shine through. He was actually a kind, considerate and very likeable little boy. Vladik was also extremely horny. Not only was he in the habit of openly clutching at his crotch, he would distinctly manipulate his little boner through the front of his pants. He would very often look at me in the most intense way, sometimes blushing with a fierce longing as though he expected me to do something about it. I wanted to. Vladik was an extremely beautiful little boy. I loved him from the very first time I saw him. He had the cutest, hottest little body and he knew what I wanted to do to him. I was pretty sure he wanted it too, but I had to wait for the opportunity to present itself. I still had not forgotten John's philosophy: always wait for the boy to make the first move. I was sure that with Vladik it was only a matter of time. Anton and I also felt a lot closer after Crystal Lake. He spent a lot of time at the house with us. I knew he didn't enjoy going back to his apartment alone, and I told him he was welcome at the house any time. Not only did he help me around the house with meals and day to day chores, but he also spent most of his leisure time hanging out with us. Of course, the inevitable requirement of contacting Yura's father also had to be dealt with. We were both aware that it had been put off long enough. So, no sooner had we got back from Crystal Lake, Anton set the wheels in motion. Truthfully, Anton could have done it at any time, but he judged when it was the right time to bring it up. I could tell he had been waiting for the opportunity, and we agreed that I should be there when he did. Thereafter, the suddenness with which things progressed with Yura's father was frighteningly quick. It was perhaps a couple of days later that Anton raised the issue. I will never forget the look on Yura's face when Anton told him about his father. It wasn't the reaction I expected. It was typical of Yura, of course. It was a very mature and measured response, and I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. We were relaxing over a game of pool in the games room, down in the basement of the house. I was standing at the pool table with Vladik, showing him how to hold the cue and how to judge the angles to calculate the rebound off the cushions, much like I had done with Yura when we were first bonding together. Meanwhile, Anton and Yura were standing back, pool cues resting upended on the floor, watching us, and they were talking. `You do have a father, and he wants to meet you.' That was all Anton said. And as we continued circling around the table, half absorbed in the technicalities of the game at hand, he explained to Yura how he had managed to track this man down on the internet, and how they had been in communication with each other, and how his father was excited on learning that he had a son which he knew nothing about. Vladik and I hung back, just watching. Yura raised his eyebrows and looked across at me, while Vladik was bent over the table taking his shot. There was a moment of hesitation where I was uncertain about how Yura was going to react. It might have gone either way. But I should never have doubted Yura. He took it in a good way, seemingly pleased about this discovery. He smiled, appearing delighted at the thought of it. `Who is he? Where is he?' Yura asked, still holding the pool cue in his hand. `His name is Roman. He lives with his wife and his son in Saint Petersburg.' `He has a son?' `Yes. Nikita. He's six. His mother is called Natalya.' `So I have a brother?' `Yes. Your half brother.' Yura looked across at me, a little smile on his lips. `Oh Mark, it's just like I imagined. I have a brother!' Anton shot me a strategic glance which said `So far so good,' and I grinned affirmatively. `You want to see the pictures?' Anton asked him. `Sure,' said Yura, nodding enthusiastically. We all went to the little study upstairs and Vladik and I hung back while Anton took Yura over to the desk and booted up the computer. I sat in one of the armchairs by the bookcases and Vladik tantalizingly chose to sit on my lap. It was very deliberate. There were three other armchairs he could have opted for, but instead deposited his perfect little boy butt right into my lap, purposefully squirming into my crotch as though he was trying to get a feel of my cock. Vladik's diminutive little frame bearing down on my stiffening cock was exquisite. I put my arms around him and he leaned back, flat against my chest, resting the back of his head on my shoulder. My hands were resting lightly just over his solar plexus and I could feel him breathing, his little body pulsing lightly with silent breaths. I could smell his familiar scent, the heady aroma of little boy odor, like warm milk, and I enjoyed a tentative little boymoment with him as we watched Anton and Yura from across the room. Being so close to Vladik was a stolen pleasure, and knowing he was getting the feel of me, being clingy and tactile like this, was a frustrating if pleasurable sensation. I knew I was going to have this boy sooner or later. And I knew he wanted me too. But not yet. When the time was right. Yura sat in the swivel chair at the big oak desk, anxiously staring at the computer screen. Anton stood behind him and leaned over, and within a few clicks of the mouse, he was able to access the photos that Roman had emailed to him. There were pictures of the whole family, Roman with Natalya and Nikita. Roman was very obviously Yura's father. He had those eyes -- the same supernaturally blue eyes that were distinctive and unique. He was perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties, with the same black wavy hair as Yura and the same perfect, classic facial features. He was extremely handsome. Then Anton showed him the pictures of Roman's wife. Natalya was Kazakh, perhaps a little younger, with prominent, aquiline, Mongol features. She was tall, slim, proud, and very beautiful. Not surprising, therefore, that their little boy Nikita was also exceptionally beautiful. He was lucky. His face was an attractive fusion of the best of his mother's angular Mongol features, the privileged end product of their merged genes, complete with the epicanthic folds of her eyes, though somewhat softened by his father's more European looks. Of course he also had that extraordinarily unique eye color, the same eyes as Yura, with that piercing hue of cobalt blue, and he had a cheeky, mischievous expression on his elfin-like face. God, he was such a pretty little thing. Yura spent a good long time staring closely into the computer screen as Anton scrolled through the photos. And he was making little comments and cooing at what he observed. This was all new and wonderful to him, and he was delighted by it all. There were photos of the family in their garden, playing and hanging out together. Nikita with a big mop of windswept hair and a toothsome smile, kicking a ball on the lawn or riding his bike on the patio, or jumping into the pool. There were a few of Roman and Natalya together, obviously very much a couple, and a few of Roman with Nikita, easily lapsing into a comfortable closeness, nuzzling openly, and demonstrably affectionate. I couldn't begin to imagine what a strange sensation that might have been for Yura, trying to envisage just what these people meant to him, what they represented. For his part, Yura seemed to cope with this revelation quite well. So well, in fact, that I wondered whether he fully understood the implications of it all and the extent to which it could potentially change his life. After looking at all the pictures for a good long time, studying each one with curious fascination, Yura looked around with a delighted expression. `Look Mark, that's my dad!' I nodded enthusiastically, happy for him, overjoyed at the look of wonder on his face, but inside my heart sorrowed. It was a good thing that Vladik was sitting on my lap, his blond head obscuring my face, so that none of them could see the moisture that was gathering in my eyes. ****** Yura's eleventh birthday was fast approaching. Anton told me that they never observed birthdays at the children's home. It was hardly likely that the pornographers had ever celebrated them either. So in fact, in his short life, Yura had never really had a proper birthday. Somehow, that saddened me so much that I decided we were going to make this a birthday for Yura to remember. Elena was instrumental in coming up with ideas, having had the benefit of her own experience as a mother. She had a fifteen year old daughter. Even Nikolayev wanted to contribute. On my next visit to HQ he handed me a little calling card with just a name and a number on it and asked me to give this guy a call. When I asked what the guy did, Nikolayev simply said `Let's just say he'll make your party go with a bang.' I was intrigued. Now that the pressure had eased somewhat, Nikolayev seemed a lot more relaxed. The media were now focused on Moscow, and Zhukov was keeping them at arms length. Our side of Operation Ganymede was almost complete. The pornographers had been arrested and all that remained was for the Moscow Police to finish preparing their case and getting set for trial. It was still a very hot story for the media, and would probably continue to be for some time. It would peak again when the trial was underway, and would probably not recede from the media spotlight until those men were convicted and behind bars. I was surprised that when I had reported back to Nikolayev about what happened at the lake, he did not lecture me or fly into a rage. He simply listened. Then I was able to witness first hand just what an important and influential man he was. He made a few select phone calls and within a matter of minutes had arranged for me and Vladik to be interviewed regarding what happened. I was fairly confident that the two guys who had molested Vladik at the lake would be apprehended. I was able to give good descriptions of them and their car. Vladik's recollection was patchy, but still pretty conclusive. Nikolayev passed it all to the local sheriff's department. Regarding Vladik's attempt at running away, I could have kept quiet about it. But I didn't need to. Anton was able to atone for my actions and eloquently described how I had dealt with it, adding that there wasn't anything more I could have done. I liked the way that Anton was welcomed by Nikolayev. When it became clear that Anton had inside information that could be useful, he was treated as something of a valued witness. He was allowed to sit in on the next big meeting at HQ and was afforded a great deal of respect and admiration. Elena was certainly very courteous and warm towards him, and Nikolayev was respectful, if not overly avuncular. Nikolayev even took me aside afterwards, as we were coming out of his office, evidently impressed by this young man. `He's a smart kid,' he said, `We could use a guy like that.' The people from Children's Services eventually got their way, and a big case conference took place where some decisions were going to be made about Yura and Vladik's future. It had been avoided long enough and they were under pressure to decide what to do with the boys. They had not been happy with the arrangements for Yura and Vladik from the beginning. They continued to assert that the boys should really have been placed with trained foster carers until their cases were resolved. If it wasn't for the security risk, my role in Operation Ganymede would never have been necessary. But now that Operation Ganymede had moved into its resolution stage, the danger was deemed to have passed, or was at any rate seen as minimal. I will never forget that meeting. It was informal, but difficult. Everyone was relaxed and friendly, but the discussion was awkward. It was interesting too because it was the first time I had seen Nikolayev relinquish responsibility. He allowed Elena to do most of the talking. Elena, as the Family Liaison Officer, more or less took over from this point on, and she almost became the advocate for Yura and Vladik, because they were still the responsibility of the Moscow Police. I was inwardly relieved about that, not so much because I liked and respected Elena, but because I had no faith in the people from Children's Services. The people from Children's Services didn't come across as being particularly benevolent, even though I did not doubt their good intentions. But I already had the measure of these people. I had met enough of them when I was working with Boyscape, trying to broker deals for the poor boys I was trying to help, to get them rehabilitated and properly assimilated back into society. In all that time I never met one social worker who was even remotely likeable. They were doing a job that required at least a modicum of compassion and humanity, yet they were all humorless and remote -- with no inkling of altruism or empathy. They were all distant and cold, as though they had no appreciation of the depth of those boys' suffering. No wonder the boys were unable to establish meaningful relationships with their link workers. The link workers were just drones, there to facilitate the immovable and unquestionable requirements of a faceless entity that had long ago ceased to be cognizant with its own raison d'etre. There were ten of us in the room this time, apart from Yura, Vladik, myself, Anton and Elena, there was Nikolayev, the guy from the Russian Embassy, a female social worker from Children's Services, plus Yura's psychotherapist. I wasn't particularly enamored with the social worker. I thought her concerns were misguided and ill-conceived. She was a rather standoffish woman with horn-rimmed spectacles who had all the stiff demeanor of a schoolmarm and spoke in a very condescending way to all of us. As the schoolmarm was talking, Yura smiled at me mischievously from across the table, where he was sitting next to Elena. I too thought it was vaguely amusing. She spoke for a very long time about how her department was concerned that these boys were being `deprived' of an education because they had missed so much school. She said they were being `neglected', because the Moscow Police had `prevented' them from enjoying the benefits of being placed with a proper foster family. What did she know? Those boys already knew more about life than most of the people in her department, who had no doubt learned everything they knew out of a textbook. She kept talking of `cases' and `case notes' and `case files'. Everything with her was a `case', as though we weren't dealing with real people at all, as though these little boys' lives were just another burden in her `caseload', mere fodder for her bureaucratic, lumbering regime, another chore which was part of her blind, indiscriminate day to day routine. She may have believed that everything she was doing was in the boys' interests, but in practice all she was doing was satisfying the legislation. And the legislation didn't necessarily take into account what the boys wanted. But then, the legislation had no prescription for two little boys who were avidly enjoying a sexual relationship with each other, one of whom was not averse to having his little boyhole fucked on a regular basis by the six foot two police officer who had been assigned to protect him. The legislation wasn't designed to deal with that particular peculiarity. Doubtful the legislation would even concede that it was possible, yet alone consensual. In the case of Vladik, or Alex as the schoolmarm referred to him, the understanding was that a good foster family would be found for him until such time as he had to return to Moscow. In the case of Yura, or Ivan as he was known to the schoolmarm, Elena explained that we had managed to locate Ivan's real father and that Anton had been in communication with him. She said Ivan had agreed to meet with him. `Is this true?' asked the schoolmarm, peering at Yura over the top of her spectacles. Yura glanced at me before answering. I nodded encouragingly. `Yes,' he said, `I want to meet him.' Elena went on to explain that this news had been communicated to Ivan's father and that he was anxious to meet Ivan. `Provided he is genuine, then of course we would rather have Ivan with his real father,' said the schoolmarm, `But he will have to agree to a paternity test, and of course all the usual background checks.' `I'm sure that won't be an issue,' said Elena. `In cases like this,' said the schoolmarm, `It is best that we have an initial tentative meeting first of all, a short introduction at a neutral venue, and then if that goes well, we can move on to a home visit and see how things go from there. How does that sound?' Everyone looked around the table. Yura seemed happy with that and there were general murmurs of agreement. So, in no time at all, the meeting with Yura's father was set up. ****** We were all in the garden, lying by the pool, and enjoying the last few rays of sunshine before the heat of the afternoon relented into early evening. We were all wet and tired from swimming. The boys never got bored of swimming, and when they had had their fill, we all settled into a quiet, trance-like idyll around the pool to dry off. I looked down next to me and Yura was lying stretched out on the grass naked, with his hands behind his head, eyelids gently closed against the blinding sunshine. He looked beautiful, stretched out like that in all his naked glory. His chest was rising and falling gently, his floppy little dick was nestling loosely in his hairless crotch, like a juicy little grub, and his little feet were cutely pointing inwards in a way that was only possible in boys of his age. Nearby, on the opposite corner of the pool, Anton and Vladik were both sitting up in the grass, also naked, and Anton was teaching him how to play the guitar. Anton had erotically wrapped himself around Vladik, so that he could lean over him from behind and guide his hands over the instrument. Vladik was trying very hard to follow Anton's instructions, with his head studiously bent over the guitar as it rested on his lap, and his nimble little fingers were curled gently around the shaft. Anton was quietly speaking into his ear, and every now and then a melodic little strum would emanate. Anton was patient, calm and full of encouragement. Watching them together, in that intimate little huddle, was strangely pleasing. I laid back down next to Yura, and stretched out in the cool grass, closing my eyes. After a few minutes, I realized I could no longer hear the guitar. Vladik's strumming had petered out and then stopped altogether. The silence was curious. So I lifted my head and focused across the corner of the pool. The guitar was lying abandoned on the ground, redundantly tossed aside, and Vladik was sprawled out in the grass, face down, with his head turned slightly to one side. His naked little body was jolting rhythmically. Anton was spread-eagled above him, astride his narrow little pelvis, fucking down into his boyhole. His lithe teen body covered Vladik's tiny frame, propped up on his arms, and Vladik's full, round little ass was being roughly pinioned onto the lush ground. I hadn't noticed at what point Anton had wrenched the guitar from Vladik's hands and silently pushed him down onto the ground, nor when exactly he had mounted him and penetrated him without making a sound. But Vladik looked like he was loving it. You could tell that this was a position they were both comfortable in. They had found an optimum solution that seemed to suit them both and were busily fucking away in the most feverish of couplings. Anton's perfect teen body was flexing away above Vladik, the muscles of his smooth ass hard with tension, bucking downwards, driving his big teen cock into Vladik's soft round globes with a youthful vigor that bordered on aggression -- or perhaps it was unrestrained lust. Vladik's little preteen frame seemed to welcome it, as though he was drawing energy from the rampant cock which was digging wantonly into his pretty ass with the speed and energy of a jackhammer. As I watched, Anton was bucking into Vladik's little ass with such force that it looked almost painful. But Vladik had a look of deep concentration on his face, as though he was trying really hard to give Anton as much pleasure as possible, clutching little handfuls of grass, bracing himself against the force of Anton's thrusting and bearing his weight. The curves of Anton's body were perfectly aligned to the curves of Vladik's tiny body beneath him. Anton was good. He could fuck with a kind of youthful vitality that exuded lustful urgency -- the urgency to pump his virile teen spunk into that perfect hairless little body that was ensnared between his legs, driven by the desire to evacuate his heavy teen balls and inject his essence into the tight, magical little hole that was massaging his cock to an explosive climax. Their two bodies combined with such beautiful synergy, flowing and bucking together, was a sight to behold. What I liked about the way Anton and Vladik interacted was that they both instinctively knew when to change positions. They fucked in such a way that you knew they were very much in tune with each other. It was clear that they were familiar with each other's bodies and their respective techniques and -- most of all -- what they each liked. When Anton had fucked him one way, he would stop and touch Vladik gently on his hip or his arm or his shoulder, and that was the signal that he was ready to move onto the next thing. Anton would withdraw, his erect cock wavering enticingly in mid air as Vladik turned over, then Vladik would get into position and await Anton's reinsertion. It was as if they had rehearsed the whole thing. They did it firstly with Vladik lying flat, face down on the ground with Anton astride his butt. Then Anton turned him over and did Vladik missionary style, with Vladik's knees up by his chest and Anton bucking into him from above. Then they were up on all fours, doggy-style, then Anton was sitting down on the ground with Vladik astride his lap facing him, then in the other direction with Vladik facing away from him. They did a fair amount of cocksucking too. Between changes in position Vladik would strategically give a few token sucks on Anton's cock. He knew what he was doing. It smacked of a kid who had been well indoctrinated into the techniques of keeping his lover's dick hard. What I liked also was that this was not just a one-way exercise. Anton too would offer occasional stimulation to Vladik's little dick, giving it a quick jack every now and then, a yank here and a tug there, ensuring it remained rock hard and at full mast the whole time they were fucking. At the same time, when the position allowed, they kissed, so that their bodies were joined in two different places, connected by their lips, with Anton gorging on Vladik's little ruby mouth at the same time as he was stabbing brutally into his little cunt, invading that little body in both those erogenous little holes at once. It was like a beautiful dance, the most aesthetic and beautiful physical coupling between boys I had ever seen, made all the more erotic and spectacular by their sheer beauty and the irrepressible lust and dynamism in their routine. And I noticed, as I was watching, that even as he was fucking, furiously stabbing his pelvis into Vadik's little butt with studious concentration, Anton, although completely naked, had kept his glasses on. For some reason I found that incredibly arousing. Of course, it was odd sitting there watching them in such close proximity, and they were probably aware that they were being watched. But then, it was easy to forget that they were natural exhibitionists. Quite likely they didn't care. Anton had been a porn boy too. He had performed for the cameras, just like Vladik, and I was being treated to an exclusive live performance by two of the best boys in the business. I was watching two boys that I would have liked to fuck myself. Watching them fuck together was the ultimate voyeurism. I was relishing the spectacle of those two gorgeous fuckboys so intimately connected, engaged in the most extreme kind of boysex I had ever seen. They finished up doing it doggy-style. When Anton's thrusting became urgent and quick I knew he was getting close. His bucking became more pronounced, violent and forceful, thoroughly pummeling into Vladik's little ass and I feared he was going to rip that tender little hole that had already been damaged so severely. But Vladik bore it without complaint. Anton concentrated for a bit, focusing on the feeling of his big eighteen year old dick going in and out of Vladik's veteran little boycunt. Then he took on an almost pained expression, with a little grimace of discomfort that told me he was feeling the urgency of his exertions, like it was hurting him. It was like he had a pain that needed soothing. On the paradise stroke, I thought he was going to bury his big teen cock even deeper into that pretty little ass, slamming it into that warm, wet, tight little hole with all his might, but he didn't. In true porn boy fashion, he slammed Vladik's ass real fast a few more times, feeling the desperation of his rising pleasure, then quickly pulled out, releasing his cock from that hot little orifice, and pressed it between the cleft of Vladik's ass. Then, with a few deft flicks of his wrist, he expertly jacked his teen spunk all over Vladik's back. The sight of that rampant cock, pulsing against Vladik's perfectly rounded little ass, cradled between the groove of that freshly pounded boy butt, was utterly spectacular. Anton unloaded a hefty serving of creamy spunk, his red hot teen dick tumescent against Vladik's tender little boy flesh, squirted out several strong jets of pure white cum onto Vladik's smooth young skin. A couple of those little jets were boosted by the exquisiteness of his orgasm, powered by the high in his brain, and they were ejected with such force that they splashed way up between Vladik's shoulder blades. The remaining jets rained down over the perfectly rounded globes of his little ass, forming a glistening pool of hot white teen spunk, contrasting nicely against Vladik's slightly tanned skin, and which was spattered ever so neatly and ever so prettily between his ass cheeks. God, it was beautiful. ****** If you are enjoying this story, please write and tell me. We writers thrive on feedback, so give us some encouragement. I am quite amenable to comments and discussion and welcome ideas and suggestions: [1]cosmonaut@hush.com References 1. mailto:cosmonaut@hush.com

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