NEW Friday Fantasy Kamchatka Assignment - Part 13

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As we got close to camp, I couldn’t wait to get there. It was like a home-coming. But Yuri was lagging behind. I headed back to help him and so did Volchuk. We let him put his long arms over our shoulders and we took his weight as he moved his feet. But he was determined to take the last few steps on his own as we came over the last hillock. So we strode into camp, the four of us, Kirill, Yuri, Volchuk and I.

We were greeted by Pavel, Mr. Butterfly and a handsome young man that I had not met. Where was Aleksei?

“Welcome back strangers!” said a beaming Kirill. “Dr. Siderov, please get some Vodka so that we may celebrate the return of Yuri and introduce our new team member.”

Dr. Pavel Siderov

We all said hi back and smiled. Pavel ducked into one of the tents to comply with Kirill’s command. We all stood around looking at our feet in a confused manner, while Mr. Butterfly tried to communicate something to me with his eyes, but failed.

Pavel returned with a sparkling brand new full bottle of vodka and handed it to Kirill. Kirill broke the seal, and unscrewed the top, and said the following: “Welcome back to us Yuri!” Everyone cheered and applauded that sentiment. “Don’t ever think of leaving us again!” We all laughed at that. He then took a big swig and passed the bottle around and everyone took a sip or more, as per their inclination. Well, I only took a sip.

Borya Bannikov

Then he said “We welcome our newest team member, Borya Bannikov, who is a post doctoral student of volcanology. He will replace Aleksei who was called home suddenly. We are so glad that he was available at a moment’s notice. Thank you for joining us Borya! We are honored to have someone of your experience join our expedition.”

“And I am honored to join this esteemed team!” piped Borya. We all cheered. Kirill took another swig of vodka and passed the bottle around again. After that last toast of vodka on an empty stomach and with his system already compromised, Yuri seemed a bit dazed and was teetering. Suddenly he went into a swoon towards Borya. Borya caught him as if he were nothing but a rag doll and hefted him up into his arms as if he weighed nothing. Yuri was completely dead weight and just sagged in Borya’s well muscled arms.

Yuri

“Um, which tent does this one belong in?” said Borya?

“That one,” answered Volchuk, pointing to the middle one. “Give him some water, and food when he is able to take it, if you don’t mind Borya,” I added. Borya easily carried him to the tent and put him in there. We could hear him speaking to Yuri in hushed tones, saying things like “Poor little baby… have you had a hard time? You just need a little tender loving care. I know. Borya knows what you need…”

Mr. Butterfly, Volchuk and I rolled our eyes. “It would seem that Yuri has found a new nurse.” said I.

Volchuk

Volchuk and I went over to talk to Mr. Butterfly while Kirill and Pavel went about their own business. Volchuk gave Mr. Butterfly a quick kiss and said “Missed you.” To which Mr. Butterfly responded “Missed you more!” They looked into each other’s eyes for an extended moment before I had had enough and coughed to break it up.

“I’ve got questions.” Mr. Butterfly gave me a blank look when I said that. “What is the real reason

that Alexsei was sent home?”

“Damned if I know. He was already gone by the time I had returned to camp with the supplies cart,” replied Mr. Butterfly.

“You don’t believe that he was called away suddenly?” asked Volchuk.

“No.” Mr. Butterfly and I said simultaneously.

“Not for a minute,” said I. Mr. Butterfly nodded his head in agreement. “It just doesn’t make any sense. Something must have happened for him to be sent away so suddenly and I intend to find out what it was.” I strode off to the tent that Kirill had just entered.

I ducked as I entered the tent. Kirill was there, alone, repairing some non-descript instrument used for something for volcanology, a subject I really knew very little about.

Kirill

“Kirill,” I started.

“Yes,” he replied. “What can I do for you Dr. Fairview?”

“Please tell me the real reason you sent Alexsei home.”

“I have told you already. He was called home suddenly for a personal emergency. You have no need to know more than that.”

“I do not for a moment believe that story. I want to know the truth.”

“Why? So you can continue your sexual dalliance until the end of the trip? Because that is all it was you know. How will you explain that to your husband-to-be when you return? What was his name again?”

This statement from Kirill just made me furious. “You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that Kirill! Just who the hell do you think you are?”

“I may not have the authority to talk to you of these matters, but someone needs to. I am someone who cares about you.”

“Bullshit Kirill. Bullshit!” I knew I was not going to get anywhere with Kirill as far as finding out why he sent Aleksei home. I had too much at stake in the issue and I had already lost control of my emotions. I left the tent immediately. I needed time to think and sort things out. There had to be something I was missing. Was it possible Alexsei was sent home to end my affair with him early? No, that would not rise to the level of sending someone home. It would have to be more serious than that.

I grabbed my towel and headed for the hot spring, jogging there to clear my head. When I arrived, Borya, Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly were there. Borya and Volchuk were in the water, but all of them were talking about Borya’s background. They all welcomed me and I let them continue their discussion.

Borya

It seems that Borya was in Alexsei’s class and scored higher on all exams, they were 1 and 2 in the class respectively, and was initially selected to come on this trip. However, since Alexsei had a known sports figure in his family, Vasiliy Alekseyev, that took precedence in Russia and he was selected. But, Borya was resigned to this unfairness as a Russian way of life and was not disappointed at all. Then he pointed out, that after all, he was here now and Alexsei was not!

I stripped quickly to take my turn in the hot spring. Borya did not spare me more than a glance. God, what a waste! Another gorgeous man confirmed as gay!

Mr. Buttterfly asked if I got any information out of Kirill and I said that I didn’t. We all shook our heads at that. We all returned to camp together, a camaraderie having formed already. Hot springs and nudity will do that for you.

I must say that I was not pleased with the new sleeping arrangements at all. I was to sleep with Kirill and Pavel on either side of me. I was not a happy camper about that. But, in the “gay” tent, a contented Volchuk held Mr. Butterfly close all night and recovered Yuri now had Borya to keep him company.

Borya got to nurture Yuri to his heart’s content! He held him tight to his ample chest and stroked his hair crooning to him “My poor Yuri! What happened to you to make you drink that evil woman’s urine? Please promise Borya you will not do that again! Do not leave Borya again! I could not stand it! Stay here with Borya…” He went on and on like that ad nauseum.

Yuri felt total bliss with all this adoration from the Adonis Borya. He would have had an erection, had he any energy at all. But he was so diminished physically, that he was unable to sustain one. But just wait, he thought. Give him until tomorrow night! Then we’d see! He would show Borya a real man! He could not wait to plow those twin globes of Borya’s!

Photo source Borya: Gods Amongst Men

Photo source Pavel: GregoryNYC

[Please let me know if are reading and enjoying my fantasies. They require a lot of work and time and if you are not, I will not bother.]

NEW Friday Fantasy: Kamchatka Assingment Part 12

At around bedtime of the day that Mr. Butterfly headed back for camp. Yuri, still comatose, was looking pale. Volchuk and I were worried about him, but what could we do? He wouldn’t take any water yet, as he was still unconscious, but he wasn’t feverish. He was stable and resting comfortably from what we could tell. So we did nothing.

We decided to curl up together on the floor of the yurt on some furs and try to get some shut eye. Volchuk spooned me and we got to talking. “So Volchuk, what does it feel like to have two cocks in you? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Let me put it this way. The first time you have sex with a man with a really big cock, doesn’t that hurt? For example, your first time with Dr. Siderov, didn’t that hurt?”

I giggled thinking about it, and Volchuk couldn’t see me blush, since he was behind me. “Yeah, but like it hurt so good!”

“Exactly! There is your answer. It hurts so good!” Then he squeezed me tight for emphasis and we had a good laugh together. He really was a good guy and I’m glad that Mr. Butterfly found him.

The next morning I awoke early and felt Volchuk’s enormous erection poking at the middle of my back. Geez, I thought to myself, Mr. Butterfly has had that monster up his butt! But I got up quietly and decided not to check on Yuri, so positive that he was just fine and I was so sure of it that I would go out and tinkle without looking in on him. So I headed to the native camp’s latrine area on tiptoe. When I returned, Volchuk was up and checking on Yuri. “He looks so much better! Come see for yourself!”

I came over and Volchuk was correct. Yuri had his color back and looked like he had just laid down for a nap and could waken any minute! Just then a native woman came in with a cup of fresh steaming meat broth which was a rare commodity in Kamchatka. Through Volchuk’s translations I understood that it was a gift for the patient. We gave our many thanks for the broth and the woman left.

Volchuk left to make his morning ablutions and returned quickly to help me feed Yuri. “I don’t mean to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what sort of meat do you think this is?” I asked.

“Well I still hear the dogs barking.” We chuckled and Volchuk put Yuri’s head on his lap. I took a large spoon that had been delivered with the broth and began to try to spoon it into Yuri’s lips. Then the most amazing thing happened. Yuri swallowed the first spoonful! Volchuk and I gasped with delight. It was the first sustenance that Yuri had accepted in 24 hours. We quickly fed him the entire cup of broth. Surely he would waken soon!

We had to find other things that he could eat in this semi-comatose state. But what kind of things that existed here could he eat? Maybe there were noodle kind of things that people had. Volchuk went to see if any of these things existed in this town while I waited with Yuri and cleaned him up a bit.

We managed to get him another cup of broth with some seed bread soaked in it and he ate that too. Yuri’s eyes opened to slits around 3:00 PM. We were very excited about that and began calling his name and shaking his body.

About a half an hour later, Kirill arrived in town dragging the cart that Mr. Butterfly had borrowed. We were relieved to see him. His face looked care worn though as if he had more than this going on. But seeing him was exactly what I needed and seemed to give Volchuk a boost too.

“How is Yuri doing?” He asked as soon as he was done greeting us.

“He has not yet wakened, but he is much better. Come see for yourself.” I gestured into the yurt where Yuri was resting and Kirill entered with us. “He has managed two cups of broth this morning and his eyes have begun to open.”

“Broth? What meat did they have?” We all laughed at his joke.

Volchuk answered him “Well the dogs are still barking…”

We laughed again. He leaned over Yuri and said in Russian “Brother, it is time to get up!”

And miraculously, Yuri opened his eyes and answered in Russian “Is it morning already? I thought I would sleep in this one time.”

Volchuk exclaimed “He was just waiting for his mother tongue to wake him! Why did I not think of it? I feel so stupid!”

But Kirill just patted Volchuk on the back, and said “You guys did great. You nursed him back to health. Now we will get him ready to hike back to camp.”

I asked Yuri “How do you feel?”

“Really sleepy. I feel like I’ve been on a long journey that lasted for years. How long have I been sleeping?”

“Only two days and we are really glad to have you back with us.”

So I bought the raven spirit image to thank the local gods for bringing Yuri back to us.

A couple of days later, we all hiked back to camp with a now healthy Yuri following us. I couldn't wait to get back to Alexei, and I am sure that Mr. Butterfly was missing Volchuk as well.

NEW Friday Fantasy: Kamchatka Assignment - Part 11

We had reached the native town, such as it was. There were a few yurts here and there and some native men and women who eyed us with curiosity. Dogs yipped and children played with garbage and in the mud. Yuri went right to a supplies tent and began shopping for our needs.

Volchuk

Mr. Butterfly, Volchuk and I headed straight for the native made souvenirs tables to see what was available. There were furs, including fox, mink, bear, rabbit and lynx that I could identify, fashioned into mittens, hats, scarves and such. One bearskin was made into a blanket or rug. There were also deerskin boots. While very plush and attractive, what kind of environmental statement would it be for me to purchase fox, lynx or bear furs here in Russia and then bring them home? Not a very convincing one, however tempting they might be.

They were gorgeous though!

Then there were small replicas of Shamanic drums like the ones we had seen used in ritual healings. Also there were tons of religious icons carved in wood and what looked like animal bone. I collect these and was busily having Volchuk use his language skills to translate what each icon represented and what fortunes it would bring if prayed to. Kuthkh, a Raven spirit, was a common one among the Itelmen of Kamchatka. I pondered these and was considering purchase of one while I surveyed the other goods to be had.

There was native beading, and extremely professional carvings of native animals such as bears, walrus, whales and a mastodon!

We were all puzzling over this when we noticed a totally naked Yuri stumble out of the Shaman woman’s yurt looking quite disoriented.

Yuri

He was speaking out loud to no one in particular and heading right for the stream, which was the native town’s source of water. We all looked at each other and shrugged. None of us knew what was going on. But we all rushed towards Yuri.

We could hear him talking.

“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep

were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”

By the time he had finished, he was in the stream up to his thighs and the startled native women were chuckling, though none moved to stop him. Volchuk rushed into the water after him and screamed his name “Yuri! Yuri! Yuri!” There was no response. So he slapped him hard across the face. By that time, Mr. Butterfly was also in the water with them. All of us noticed that Yuri had a huge erection. Yuri had grabbed Volchuk’s wrist to keep him from hitting him again and blithely said “Oh, Volchuk, Mr. Butterfly! Would you like me to show you the DP again? Oh, and Dr. Fairview, come join us! We were so rude to exclude you last time. I am sure we can make into some butterfly thing just for you!”

Then, his eyes rolled up into his head and he went into convulsions. The two men hastily dragged him back onto shore but he continued to jerk around spasmodically. I felt his head and he was burning up, so I ran to the stream with a cloth and soaked it in the icy water and put it on his head. After a short time, he stopped convulsing. Volchuk ran to the Shaman lady’s tent to ask her just what Yuri had taken. She followed him out right away.

The Shaman Lady

It turns out that he could not resist trying the woman’s urine after she had eaten Amanita muscaria, the local red capped hallucinogenic mushroom. She was not worried, because he was simply on a spirit journey and would return as all spiritual pilgrims did. All attempts to find out how much he took were useless since she had no idea how much she ate, nor did she pay careful attention to how much of her urine he drank. Yuri was in a coma and not particularly responsive to any stimuli and we tried even some painful ones. Frankly, we had no idea if he would ever come out of it. The Shaman woman indicated that all locals who took spirit journeys were like that for a day or so afterwards. She seemed completely unconcerned about Yuri’s condition and walked away back towards her yurt.

We had to put our heads together and decide what to do. We decided that Yuri had to stay here in the native village. The locals would gladly provide a yurt and Volchuk and I would stay with him. Mr. Butterfly would take the supplies Yuri purchased back to camp and tell them what happened. Volchuk was chosen to stay because he could communicate with the locals and I was chosen to keep watch over Yuri because my scant medical knowledge was so much better than what was available for hundreds of miles in any direction, not counting local cultural remedies, of course.

Some local village men helped us carry Yuri to his yurt and we covered him with some furs. Mr. Butterfly packed up the new supplies on a wheeled cart and headed back for camp. Volchuk and I looked at each other with resigned sighs. Well, I sure was going to have plenty of time to choose those icons now!

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OMG! Now there is trouble in both our Kamchatka groups! What will happen next to resolve these issues?

Poem by William Butler Yeats

NEW Friday Fantasy: Kamchatka Assignment Part 10

When I awoke the next morning, Pavel and Aleksei had already left the tent and I was all alone. I got up and stuck my head outside the tent flap. Aleksei rushed over to me and said “Come with me!”

I don’t think anyone saw us run to the hillside where last night we had made love, but that was where he took me again for a morning quickie. Gosh, Aleksei was insatiable! Thank goodness he came fast or I would have been sore even though he was of modest size. This time I sat on his erection as he lay flat on the ground and he bounced me up and down on it. He was so fucking hot and so strong! It was like riding a horse with a cock on it. So fucking hot! We both came hard! We were done in no time and ran to the hot spring to wash and then back to camp.

By the time we got there, everyone was up and having coffee and seed bread. Pavel gave me a stern look as Aleksei and I came to fire to sit down. Yuri was talking about going into the Native area again to get supplies and I really wanted to go with them this time. Last time I was indisposed, read: recovering from being raped. Yuri had no problem with me coming along. Then Aleksei wanted to come too, to spend more time with me, I guess. That was when Pavel put his foot down and refused to let Aleksei go on the grounds that he didn’t want to break up his volcanology team. Aleksei looked sheepish, but backed down. He knew this wasn’t a fight he was going to win. Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly wanted to go again and this was also granted. I didn’t point out that letting Volchuk go was breaking up Pavel’s volcanology team too. We were all to set to leave right after breakfast. Kirill was going to spend the day with Pavel and Aleksei.

So, I headed back to the tent to get my stuff that I needed for the hike to the Native town and Pavel followed me. Once inside the tent, a seemingly pissed off Pavel said “What do you have to say for yourself!”

“What the fuck are you talking about Pavel?”

“I saw you run off with Aleksei last night and this morning. Just what do think this is? The story of Goldilocks and the Three Russian Bears?”

I just laughed. “You are too funny Pavel. I am a free American woman. I do as I please. I don’t give a damn what you think. By the way, you don’t own me or control me. And while you are at it, go fuck yourself!”

And with that, I left the tent. I saw our small contingent gathering nearby and I joined them. We set off right away for the Native town, leaving Pavel’s imagined three Russian bears, himself, Kirill, and Aleksei, by themselves.

We walked for a half hour or so chatting about this and that, when I asked Mr. Butterfly “So when are you going to fill us in on this new butterfly DP thing that Yuri showed you last night in the community tent?”

Suddenly it got very quiet. Then Yuri began to laugh and said “I’m going to let you handle this Mr. Butterfly.”

Mr. Butterfly turned completely red faced and said “Um, it has nothing to do with Lepidoptera, Sue. Whatever gave you that idea?” Then he shook his head and said “Never mind. DP stands for double penetration. That is what Yuri was showing us how to do last night in the community tent. Need I say more?”

“Oh. I see. Okay. TMI. Thanks for the explanation.” Then I gave him a little embarrassed grin and punched him in the arm. He smiled back and so did Volchuk. Yuri continued to laugh at my naiveté.

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Meanwhile, the volcanology team had hiked to an open lava seam in the Valley of Geysers formed from the Uzon eruption in the late Pleistocene that they were studying for the day.

So the equipment was broken out, a long probe that would be handled by Aleksei, a laptop that Pavel would use and a still thermal camera that Kirill would operate. The leads from the probe were hooked into a special receiver and then into the laptop so that the laptop could receive the heat readings already in chart form.

Kirill could feel the heat from the lava seam even as he approached it and getting too close was like being near a house on fire. In other words, it was too hot to get close. Yet Aleksei, who was accustomed to it, just walked right up to it and dunked the probe in after donning a gas mask. But Kirill felt fear as he got close, when the heat hit his face and any exposed skin, he felt like he would catch on fire. So he was hesitant.

Pavel began reading out temperatures immediately. “Okay. There is 658˚ C. Move the probe. There is 727˚ C. And there is 964˚ C. Well, this seam is doesn’t seem to be settling down anytime soon, does it Alesksei?”

“Nyet, Pavel.”

“Pojaluysta snap some photos Kirill,” said Pavel. Then as Kirill positioned himself nearer to Aleksei to get a photo, Pavel moved very suddenly towards Aleksei and gave him a casual shove. Aleksei began to stumble towards the caldera’s lip and the searing heat, dropping the probe. Kirill had to tackle Aleksei to prevent him falling into the lava seam and they both fell to the ground, Kirill with Aleksei on top of him. Kirill rolled away from the seam instinctively and used Alesksei’s weight to help him, thus saving his life. They then scrambled away from Pavel and stood up.

All three of them walked back to a safe distance with Aleksei being held behind Kirill, as he now wanted to punch Pavel in the nose. The tension in the air was palpable. Kirill and Aleksei looked at Pavel in stunned silence. Had he planned to murder Aleksei?

“What did you mean by this Pavel?” asked Kirill in a stern voice?”

“Yeah, what the fuck!!!” blurted Aleksei.

Pavel looked down guiltily and did not answer. “I think we all ought to go back to camp and call it a day. Everyone is under a lot of pressure,” stated Kirill with authority.

Slowly, they packed up and returned to camp.

NEW Friday Fantasy: Kamchatka Assignment Part 9

I was almost asleep when Aleksei stirred a bit and rolled over to face me. “Are you awake Sue?” he whispered.

“Mmm. Yes.” I murmured as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Would you like to go out and have another look at the Northern Lights with me?” he said softly.

“Sure.” I knew we weren’t going out to look at the damn sky at this late hour. But that didn’t matter to me. I had decided that I was was up for anything that Aleksei wanted from me. We very quietly got out of the sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Pavel. But, Pavel’s arm was over me, and I had to assume that he awoke at least to some extent when we left but I thought better of saying anything.

Aleksei and I crawled out of the tent and we were free! We raced across the meadow under

the golden aurora borealis, the light gilding our limbs with an ethereal glow. “Shall we go to the community tent?” I asked.

“Nyet. Yuri is helping Mr. Butterfly and Volchuk out with the DP in there tonight.”

“Oh. Is that some new butterfly thing?”

Aleksei looked perplexed momentarily, shook his head as if to clear it and then said “Da. So we would have no privacy in there. We want to be under this glorious sky anyhow. Right? Let’s go over here.” He gestured in the distance towards a rise that hid the view from camp.

We hiked over the rise and he spread the blanket on the soft grassy cover, and we lay down upon it together covering ourselves with the spare cloth. We gazed up at the show still in the sky. It was spectacular to say the least.

I felt his warm, steady breath in my ear and it made me shudder. He rolled to his side facing me and placed a large warm hand on my breast. He caressed it through my t-shirt and my nipple became erect right away. I turned my head towards him so that we could kiss.

His lips were soft and moist and gentle. Then he opened his mouth and his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted so sweet as his tongue explored my mouth and his lips covered mine. He began to take my shirt off and I helped him with it. We then took his off as well and our shorts as well. The skin of our naked bodies touching generated far more warmth than they did through clothes. His skin was so soft and hairless everywhere except his pubes. He lay over the length of me, so big and strong and masculine. I could feel his erection hard as a rock on my thigh. He moved down to kiss my breasts and I let a soft moan escape my lips that revealed my urgency. One of his hands cupped my ample butt cheek and I raked his muscular back with my fingers. His other hand played with my pussy and one of his fingers entered me. I gasped with pleasure; I wanted much more.

“Aleksei please fuck me!”

“So you want me to fuck you?” he said teasingly.

“Oh god yes!”

He grabbed a condom and donned it expertly. I parted my legs for him and he gently eased his cock into me. Oh god, it felt so good. He pressed my legs farther apart using his hips as a wedge so that my knees were near his shoulders so that his cock would go as deeply as it could. I put my hands on his muscular ass. Then he withdrew it. He began a slow and gentle rhythm. A rhythm that teased and was so coaxing and pleasurable and soft and reliable; I could not help but abandon myself to it. I gazed up helplessly at him, at his handsome face framed by the aurora borealis, as if he were a Russian icon of the patron saint of carnal pleasure.

He was bringing me to the edge of bliss, how could I ensure this continued?

“Oh god Aleksei, please don’t stop!”

He smiled beatifically and quickened his pace. He had perfect timing as far as I was concerned. I climaxed immediately and his strength alone kept him inside me as I spasmed. He groaned with pleasure as he continued to plunge my depths through my orgasms and I could see in his eyes that he too was getting close. He lowered his lips to mine for a kiss. I sucked on his tongue as he came in my pussy, jerking his hips furiously as he released his load.

After we were done, he lay on top of me heavily, panting, catching his breath. I encircled him in my arms tenderly. Eventually he rolled off and we looked up at the sky.

I had barely caught my breath, when he was ready for me again. I had forgotten what it was like to be with a younger man. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up on all fours. He pushed his cock into me from behind. I almost fainted it felt so damn good. “God I love your pussy! My cock fits into it perfectly. And you have the most beautiful ass!” He then slapped it as if to punctuate his statement. He found a rhythm that was perfect for us and we worked it until I climaxed hard. He had to strain to stay inside me. I let my arms drop to the ground as I lost control with my ecstasy and he slapped my ass again to get my attention. I was going to have big red hand prints there!

I was just so turned on by having this young gorgeous body builder fuck me hard that suddenly I could not stop climaxing. It was just one spasm after another. Uncontrollable! Spasm after spasm! Aleksei just had to push his hips hard up against me to stay inside and weather them all. My pussy was milking him and he loved it! He groaned loudly as he held himself against me, his hips kind of moving in time with me but his cock never really coming out of me. Then after a few moments he came; milked dry by my pussy. “Oh God! Oh My God!!!”, he exclaimed as quietly as he could.

Then we collapsed sideways into a puddle, still holding onto each other.

“I have never experienced anything like that with man or woman.” said Aleksei. “It was unbelievable!”

I couldn’t help myself. “You mean sex isn’t like that every time for you?” I said coyly, as I put my “you poor thing” face on, still trying to catch my breath.

He just looked at me and saw my straight face and it took him a few moments to see that I was kidding him. “Maybe it was the aurora borealis...” I conjectured.

He leaned over and we kissed. We both looked up at the bright night sky and held each other. After a time, when our heart rates slowed to normal, we went back to the tent where Pavel was for the rest of the night’s sleep.

New photo of Pavel sleeping: GregoryNYC

NEW Friday Fantasy: Kamchatka Assignment Part 8

The young explorer felt a slight nudging and murmured “Just a few more minutes Mom…”

He could hear distinctly male laughter in his ear. He shook the sleepy cobwebs out of his head and came to the realization that he was not at his mother’s house, but thousands of miles away in Kamchatka in a sleeping bag with his Russian lover, Volchuk. It was Volchuk’s laughter that he was hearing. How embarrassing. He rolled over the face the music. Volchuk was smiling warmly.

“I’m glad I make you so comfortable,” he said grinning. “Let’s get out of here and invite Yuri to come with us.”

“Now?” asked the young explorer somewhat dreading what was to come.

“What better time, than during a magical aurora borealis?”

“Okay. But we’d better not wake Kirill. Shhh.” So they tiptoed over to Yuri and gently tapped him on the shoulder. Thankfully he awoke very quietly and understood what was wanted from him immediately. All three of them sneaked out of the tent and ran across to the meeting tent as quietly as possible bringing all of the lube and condoms they needed. The Northern Lights were still quite evident in sky.

Of course, Kirill was awakened, but didn’t let on. You couldn’t be ex-military and not be awakened by three people leaving a small tent in which you were sleeping. But he figured, why spoil their fun? He had no particular reason at this point in time. It gained him nothing right now. Perhaps in the future he could use the information if it became useful.

Into the meeting tent they went, one after the other, bending down to enter. Once there, Volchuk spread a blanket on the floor and put a pillow in the center. They all dropped their lube and condoms on the blanket. All three of them were wearing shorts and tee shirts. Suddenly it got very awkward in the tent. Volchuk looked at Yuri and said “Okay, what do we do?”

“First, we get naked!”

So they all stripped naked. “Then Mr. Butterfly, if you will get onto the floor with your butt on the pillow, please.”

So, the young explorer did as he was asked.

“Now, you and Volchuk will begin to have sex, please.”

Volchuk grinned hugely as he leaped onto the young explorer with glee and they began to make out like there was no tomorrow. Hands went everywhere on each other’s hot, young bodies; cocks and balls and nipples, as tongues flew and saliva was spit. Standing to the side, Yuri was jerking himself furiously as what he had witnessed so far was pretty fucking hot and stopped to don a condom. Eventually they both got rock hard and Volchuk turned so that the young explorer could play with his ass. He first put one, than two fingers up Volchuk’s ass. Then he lubed it up well for what was to come and then pushed four fingers up there up to his knuckles and stopped. He was almost fisting him! Volchuk moaned. Volchuk placed a condom on the young explorer’s rock hard cock.

Volchuk said huskily “I want both of you inside me!”

The young explorer’s pupils dilated as he said “Come closer wolf cub.”

With the young explorer’s butt on the pillow, Volchuk mounted his cock without any difficulty. It just popped right in. Volchuk took a couple of strokes before Yuri commanded “Okay Mr. Butterfly, open your legs so that I can enter from behind Volchuk.”

So, the young explorer opened his legs and Yuri advanced from behind Volchuk and entered from behind him. It was a bit slow going at first since it was the first time Volchuk had had two cocks inside him, but eventually Yuri’s cock was accommodated.

The young explorer had never felt anything like this before. It just felt so damn good! It felt kind of like his own cock had doubled in size and had filled up Volchuk completely. He felt so powerful. Volchuk’s eyes were closed and his long lashes rested on his cheeks and his mouth was in an ‘o’. To see the look of abandonment and satisfaction of Volchuk’s face was so rewarding!

Volchuk was in total bliss! He had never felt so fulfilled! He was on the glittery edge of the abyss and could topple off at any moment! He could just open his eyes and see his love beneath him giving him this pleasure. “Oh Mr. Butterfly! I love you so much!” he exclaimed with joy.

“I love you too!” replied the young explorer.

Of course, only Yuri could move easily. He was the motor driving the bliss of both of these two lovers. To say that he felt left out was the understatement of a lifetime. Sure, they would thank him later, when it was all over, but what about now? He felt a bit used. But he had to admit that physically it felt pretty damn good to him too. He only had to hold off cumming until these two did. Ah, life was tough that way sometimes.

Volchuk came first, explosively. It started as a wonderful swollen feeling in his nuts and he could feel it rise up to his huge dick. “Oh godd!” The jism squirted out in pearly bursts all over the young explorer’s chest and chin.

“Oh fuck that was so hot Volchuk!” said the young explorer looking down at the pearls of cum on his chest and the one big drop clinging to the end of Volchuk’s penis. Then the young explorer proceeded to cum into the condom up Volchuk’s ass groaning while he did. Yuri noticed and pulled out to jerk himself until he came which didn’t take very long.

When it was all over they were all quite exhausted and had to rest before they could clean up go back to the tent to sleep.

NEW Friday Fantasy: Kamchatka Assignment Part 7

When all were assembled at the campfire before bedtime, Pavel addressed us.

“We are going to make some slight changes to the sleeping arrangements. Kirill will move from sleeping with me and Sue to sleeping with Volchuk, Mr. Butterfly, and Yuri. Aleksei will join us in our tent in Kirill’s place. I have intended this continued mixing from the start so that we can all make new acquaintances. Are there any questions about this new arrangement?” He looked very briefly around the campfire and saw there were none. I looked at Aleksei and tried to not to giggle. He winked at me surreptitiously.

Aleksei

We all stood to go to our tents. Aleksei and Kirill had to grab their things from their old tents and then go to their new tents. Kirill was in our tent for a few moments while he collected his things. Pavel looked at me and said “Kirill told me that you and he had sex.”

Pavel

“Oh, so that is what this is about,” said I, as if I hadn’t figured that out.

“I’ll still get to see her during the day,” said Kirill.

“So what! Blabbermouth! You think I’m gonna let you get lucky again after you spilled the beans? What are you nuts?”

Pavel laughed and Kirill shot him an angry look.

“I’ll not have any fighting over this!” I demanded. Men are such children sometimes. But just then Aleksei was coming in and there was no room in the smallish tent for all of the heated emotions, so Kirill had to go.

Aleksei said “Did I miss something?”

Pavel and I simultaneously said “NO.”

“Okay then.”

After a quick explanation of the sleeping arrangements to Aleksei, mainly my need for combined body heat, we joined our three sleeping bags and all got in. Pavel possessively put his arm about my waist but didn’t draw me too close as he knew I wouldn’t tolerate that. I motioned to Aleksei to turn his back to me and I put my arm around him and pulled him close to me. He was very warm. I put my arm under his arm and across his massive chest with my elbow on his waist. My hand just rested on his pec. I could feel his nipple stand erect. I wondered what else would be erect, but didn’t think it was a good idea to check. Slowly, we all drifted off to dreamland.

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Meanwhile in the other tent, a grumpy Kirill had arrived. Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly were all tucked into two sleeping bags zipped together and were cuddled closely, trying very hard not to get anything started as Yuri was all alone.

Volchuk

Yuri said to Kirill “Hey handsome, want to cuddle? I promise to keep my hands to myself…”

“Nyet. But thanks for thinking of me Yuri.” Then he unrolled his sleeping bag and got in.

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The next morning everyone was anxious to get to work, charging off in different directions as soon as they had finished their coffee and seed bread.

Yuri and Mr. Butterfly spent their day together shooting photographs of smallish Lepidoptera. They, the butterflies, seemed to be quite healthy, diverse and everywhere. Mr. Butterfly took careful notes. Both were extremely optimistic of their findings, but concerned for what it meant for Global Warming.

Suddenly, Yuri spotted two Arctic fox cubs. He pointed them out to Mr. Butterfly who was also excited and they both photographed them, while staying well clear. They certainly didn’t want to upset the mother fox.

Sheepishly Mr. Butterfly said “So, Volchuk kind of told me that he wanted to include you in our, you know…”

"Da,” said Yuri. “I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. I’d be happy to help you guys out in any way I can.” Then he gave Mr. Butterfly an encouraging pat on the back.

Yuri

“Thanks, we appreciate that Yuri.”

“Da. It is no problem. I am experienced in what Volchuk wants to do. You guys just let me know the time and the place and I will be there.” Then he gave Mr. Butterfly a big smile. “Don’t be so serious, you are going to love it!”

“I hope you are right,” said Mr. Butterfly with concern in his voice.

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“You are such a fucking asshole Kirill! You promised me on your life you would not tell anyone we had sex; then you go blabbing it to Pavel. Of all people, Pavel! I am furious with you!”

“Give me a minute to explain!”

“Shut up! I don’t owe you anything with all I have been through. For Christ’s sake! I was fucking raped out here! Go fuck yourself!” Then I stormed off. My rage at him continued. But where could I go? I had to work with him. Fuck I hated myself for trusting him enough to have sex with him. What a fucking retard I must have been. Aghh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I took a deep breath and let it go. I walked back to where he was.

Kirill

“Okay. I forgive you. I don’t want to hear your explanation. Let’s just get to work.”

He looked down at the ground and then apologized very sincerely. I thanked him and we got to work. We made our grids for the day and began recording plants and looking for orchids. We worked very hard all day and our findings were consistent with previous ones. We found more orchid plants growing more closely together than we should here in Kamchatka. It verified that Global Warming was affecting this remote area of the world. That made me angry too.

We had some time and decided to check out the salmon stream as Kirill had brought some fishing gear. When we got there he began to fish.

Right away one hit at his line. I was so excited, as was he and he fought hard to pull it in. But, he landed it finally and it was a large and beautiful salmon that he put right next to me. Then he tried for another one. He had caught three when I spotted a large bear quite a ways off and pointed it out to him.

“We should leave immediately,” he said with alarm in his voice.

“Huh?”

“That brown bear will be here in no time for our fish. Brown bears have been problematic here in Kamchatka.”

“Can we take the fish with us?”

“That would not be wise, as the bear is after the easy meal and would probably chase us.”

I saw his point and we withdrew, backing away so that we could keep an eye on the bear. Sure enough, the bear headed straight for our fish, and gobbled them up.

We headed for camp at a quick pace.

Upon our arrival, the group was assembling for dinner. We regaled them with our story of the brown bear and all were warned to stay away from the salmon stream. Mr. Butterfly and Yuri told about the fox cub they had seen and showed their photos of it. Conversation became relaxed and vodka was passed around. The sun sank on the horizon, but never really set fully this time of year until quite late.

Around nine o’clock, the sky turned a bright yellow-gold and there was a gorgeous aurora borealis.

For some of the Russians this was nothing special, since they had traveled in northern climes frequently and they were not impressed by it. But for the rest of us, it was really something to be seen. We lay on our backs and gazed up on it. It was me, Mr. Butterfly, Yuri, and Kirill. We were mesmerized. But, eventually it was bedtime.

So, we obediently went to our sleeping bags. In one tent, Volchuck and Mr. Butterfly shared two bags zipped together, while Kirill and Yuri were uncomfortable neighbors. In the other tent, Pavel, Aleksei and I shared three zipped together sleeping bags. Everyone was cozy and the events of the evening were just beginning as the northern lights swept silently overhead...