1.
My name is Ilya. I was born and raised in Russia just outside Moscow. My father had a well-paid job unlike others around us who struggled with rising prices. My mother was involved with groups that tried to help the less fortunate, but she was outspoken about the government and how they lined their own pockets at the expense of the general population. My father supported her but eventually their actions were their undoing. They were both arrested and sent to prison miles away from Moscow. I had just reached the age of sixteen. I never heard from either of them again, so I guessed what their fate had been.
My one and only uncle took me in and sent me to a boarding school to finish off my education. It was hell because the other boys soon realised that I was different. I had realised I was gay from an early age. My parents accepted what I was but recommended that I kept it secret. Although not illegal, the general population did not accept homosexuality, and it was illegal to promote it. However, I quickly made friends with another boy whose name was Fyodor.
Our friendship blossomed and we became very intimate. We were now seventeen and were satisfying our sexual needs when the master, who supervised the rooms on our floor, came bursting in and found us both stark naked with me kneeling astride Fyodor massaging both our erect cocks.
“What the hell is going on here?” he shouted.
“We are satisfying our sexual needs, Sir” Fyodor replied as I tried to stifle my giggles.
“Get off the bed” the master shouted. We did and stood to attention in front of him, out stiff cocks still standing proud. “Put on some clothes” he shouted trying not to look at our manhood, of which we were proud.
Once dressed, we were both taken to the principal ’s room. Having heard what had happened, he asked me, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Performing natural needs for boys of our age” I replied.
“And why did that involve sitting naked astride your roommate?”
“It enabled me to satisfy both our needs together.”
He sighed before asking my friend what he had to say. He kept to the same line as me.
“This is serious” he said, sitting back in his chair. Fyodor and I just looked at him as we stood in front of his desk. “I have no choice but to expel both you. It seems to me you were involved in sexual activity together. Pack your things and leave the school.
“How do we get home?” Fyodor asked.
“I will give each of you travel passes. I will leave you to explain to your parents why you have finished school early.”
We returned to our room with our travel pass and packed, which did not take long.
“What the fuck do we do now?” Fyodor asked as we packed. “My parents will kill me.”
“My uncle will know what to do. Come home with me. We cannot remain in Russia, so we need a new identity.”
“Leave Russia? What will we do?”
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Of course. You know I do. I love you.”
I looked at him and smiled. He had never said that before. “I love you.”
We kissed and I felt his crotch. He was soon hard.
We slipped out of school without anyone seeing us. It was early evening, and a bus soon arrived. This took us to the nearest station where we travelled by train to Moscow. From there, a train would take us to the small town where my uncle lived. Whilst we waited for that train, I phoned my uncle. When he heard what had happened, he laughed. He laughed even more when I told him the explanation that I had given to the principal.
“I am bringing my friend. His parents will react badly when they hear what has happened.”
“You are so fucking lucky to have an uncle like that” Fyodor said after I’d finished the call. “I am not joking when I say my parents will never forgive me. Life is going to be hell from now on.”
“Come away with me. Once we are miles away send them a letter and say you have left home.”
He agreed and we smiled at each other and held hands, making sure that nobody saw us.
The train took just under an hour to reach the station where my uncle agreed to meet us.
Fyodor introduced himself and I explained Fyodor’s situation and why he needed to get far away.
“Will they not worry about you?” he asked.
“I very much doubt it. They will be thankful I expect.”
We arrived at my uncle’s house, which was not that large, and he suggested we go to bed and talk in the morning. There were only two bedrooms, so Fyodor shared my bed. We stripped naked, climbed into bed, and hugged.
“We will be okay” I assured him.
2.
I woke to sunshine coming through the crack in the curtains. It lifted my spirits and although I had no idea what the future would hold, I felt confident that things would be okay somehow.
Fyodor woke and I kissed him. I felt between his legs and took hold of his morning erection. He grunted his approval. I slipped down the bed and sucked his beautiful cock until it filled my mouth with its juice.
“Morning. Did you both sleep well” my uncle grinned.
“Very well” I replied. Fyodor was not sure what to say. “We’ve decided we want to get far away from here, ideally out of Russia” I added.
“Very wise. As you know, despite being legal between consenting adults, most people do not accept homosexuality, especially those in authority. I will call my friend Dimitri. He will be able to help you.”
Whilst he made the call to Dimitri, Fyodor and I ate our breakfast.
“All arranged. I will drive you to a meeting point where he will take over. You do realise, Ilya, that you will never be able to return, so we may never see one another again, but keep in touch if you can. Be careful, both of you and make sure you are not being followed. You know what the state police are like. If asked, I will say I thought you were still at school and haven’t seen you.”
I hugged and kissed him as Fyodor watched on.
“If your parents ask me if I have seen you, Fyodor, I will say I’ve never seen nor heard of you.”
We knew we couldn’t take much with us so we removed our school clothes and dressed in casual gear, packing what we could in rucksacks provided by my uncle. To avoid being seen, we entered the garage via a side door, climbed into the back of the car and laid on the floor behind the front seats. My uncle placed a blanket over us to hide us. He then opened the garage door and drove out.
“Keep hidden until I say so” he said as he drove out of the village. Several miles later he said we could come out of hiding. When we did so I realised we were driving through a forest. A few miles later he drove off the road down a rough track before parking at the end.
“Dimitri, I can’t thank you enough” my uncle said as soon as he got out of the car.
“You are more than welcome, my friend. You’ve been supportive of me over the years, not to mention you once saved my life.”
I watched both men hug and could tell they were close friends. Fyodor and I had now climbed out of the car.
“So, these are the love birds” Dimitri grinned as he shook hands with both of us.
I hugged my uncle, and he kissed me on the cheek. “Good luck my friend.” I then watched him drive off.
“Put these on and keep the hood up to hide your face” Dimitri told us. We put on the hoodies and climbed into his car. “I understand you want to leave Russia if you can” he said as he drove down the track to join the road. He turned left in the opposite direction from which we’d come.
“If possible but we don’t have much money” I replied.
He laughed. “Don’t worry about that. You won’t need money, but you will need to pay in kind.”
“In kind? What does that mean?” Fyodor asked.
“You like sex with men, don’t you?” he laughed.
I at once realised what he was getting at. “Yes, and we’re willing to do anything to escape from this country” I replied, glancing at Fyodor.
“Yeah, we are” he added having understood what was being said.
“Excellent, because I arrange for guys in senior positions to have fun with young guys like you and they pay me good money. Once you’ve been fucked by a few and paid your debt to me, I will help you get out of the country. I assume you both like being fucked” he laughed.
I looked at Fyodor knowing that neither of us had proceeded to that stage in our relationship but knew I wanted to experience being fucked.
“Yeah” we both replied.
After a few miles he drove into a disused industrial estate and parked inside an empty unit.
“Stay in the car” he instructed as he got out of the car.
“Do you trust him?” Fyodor whispered.
“My uncle clearly does, so I do too. Besides, being fucked sounds good” I laughed.
“Yeah. It certainly does” Fyodor chuckled.
I watched Dimitri talk on his phone whilst looking at us. I could imagine what he was saying about us. ‘Two seventeen-year-olds ripe for fucking.’
“Okay, guys. Get out. Your first payment is about to be earned. Strip naked and stand by the car.”
We both obeyed without question. Once naked he took hold of our cocks, one in each hand. As usual they both reacted to his touch.
“Nice. Guys are going to love both of you. Don’t ask questions or answer any. If you’re asked your name, say nothing.”
A few minutes later I heard a car approaching and stop outside. A guy walked into the area where we were standing.
“Oh, yes. Beautiful” he grinned.
“They’re all yours. One fuck each. Usual fee” Dimitri told him. The guy pulled out a stash of cash and gave it to him. He then removed his trousers and shirt. I could see his cock already hard beneath the thin material of his underwear.
“On your knees” he told me and instructed me to remove his boxer shorts and suck his cock. After removing them I took the hard cock into my mouth and sucked it. From the sounds he was making, he was pleased. A few moments later he told me to bend over the car bonnet. Dimitri had already lubricated our arse to ease entry. I felt the big hard cock thrust its way in and start to fuck me back and forth.
I could see Fyodor standing to one side, watching the big organ thrusting in and out of my arse. He seemed in a trance, and I hoped what he was watching would not put him off from being fucked.
The fucking finished when the guy had dumped his load inside me. He pushed me aside and told Fyodor to bend over the bonnet. I watched his still hard cock thrust its way inside Fyodor’s virgin arse. He winced as it breached him but settled down as the cock fucked back and forth. I hoped he was enjoying it as much as I did.
After dumping another load of cum into Fyodor’s arse, the guy pulled out and dressed.
“Bring them to my private party on Saturday evening. My friends will make good use of them” he told Dimitri. “You will be paid by the hour. You never saw me, understood?” he directed at us.
“Yes, sir” we both replied and watched him leave.
“You did well” Dimitri told us as we dressed.
He took us to where he lived which was a large room in a converted commercial building.
“The other two rooms are vacant, so nobody else is around” he commented as he led us inside. “Make yourself comfortable. By that I mean strip off” he grinned. “I want to sample what I’m selling.”
Fyodor looked at me and I shrugged as I removed my clothes, and he did the same. Dimitri also stripped naked and showed off his big erect cock.
“Having taken client J’s cock, I reckon you can take mine” he grinned, waving it back and forth to keep it hard. “Let’s first see you fuck each other. Who wants to fuck first?”
“I will” Fyodor said, which pleased me since I had dreamt of having his stiff cock inside me. As instructed by Dimitri, I laid back on the bed and held my legs over my head to offer my arse. Having lubricated his now stiff cock, Fyodor gently pushed it into my arse.
“Ah, fuck. That feels so good” he exclaimed.
“Fucking right it does” I said. His cock wasn’t big, but it pleasured my arse. Ten minutes later his body jerked, and I knew he was pumping his lovely creamy cum, that I’d tasted on many occasions, into my arse. I then realised that Dimitri was filming the action.
“The footage goes on a porn website, but your faces are not shown, so don’t worry. Footage like this makes good money” he explained.
Fyodor and I changed places, and I looked at his beautiful hole that was now on view for all to see. I felt a sudden rush of excitement at the thought of fucking my boyfriend for the first time. I lubricated my hard cock and pressed it against the puckered hole. I was conscious of Dimitri filming it enter the tight arse, but it didn’t bother me. I realised I was entering a life of porn to make money.
My cock was now deep inside Fyodor and his reaction showed that he was enjoying every second as much as me.
“Yeah. Keep fucking that arse. It’s beautiful” Dimitri muttered as he continued filming.
“Ah, fuck. I’m coming” I shouted.
“Pull out and spill over his arsehole before pushing it back in” Dimitri said excitedly. He knew that shots like this were popular.
Once my load had ejected, I felt the intense excitement disappear, but it still felt so good.
“You guys are going to be brilliant and if you want to make money doing porn, then I’m your man to introduce you to the scene” Dimitri said excitedly.
“But not in Russia?” I queried.
“Of course not. This fucking regime doesn’t allow people to follow their natural desires. I’m talking about Europe. That’s where the money is. Where are you thinking of going?”
“London, England. There’s a gay scene in Soho.”
Dimitri smiled. It was a place he knew well. It was time to leave Russia and make money from gay porn.
“Hungry？”
“Starving” we both replied.
“Do me a favour and stay naked. I want to enjoy your beautiful bodies. I love being naked when home.”
We both agreed. I too liked showing off my naked body.
“Are you okay?” I asked Fyodor as we watched a naked Dimitri prepare a meal. I offered to help but he declined saying he only had to heat up a pizza.
“Yeah. I loved the feeling of your cock fucking me.”
“What about the other guy?”
“That too. You?”
“I enjoyed your cock. The other guy was just a job, but it was good” I replied.
As we ate, Dimitri explained his plan. “I will obtain English passports for each of you. After the sex party on Saturday, which will more than pay your debt to me, we’ll make our way to the border. I know someone who will take us across in his vehicle. It will be an uncomfortable journey but we’ve no choice. We’ll then take a ferry from Calais in France to Dover and enter England as UK citizens.”
“Sounds brilliant but what about money? The guy you know will want a lot of money to take the risk” I said.
Dimitri smiled and took me into his arms. He kissed me and rubbed a hand over my naked bottom.
“You’re very astute. Yes, he will want money, but I have plenty to cover that. Besides, he owes me a favour.”
“Are you okay with that plan?” I asked Fyodor.
“Sounds good to me. Anything to get away from this country, and from my vile parents.”
“Why do you hate them so much?” Dimitri asked.
“They’re homophobic, and in their eyes, I can’t do anything right. I shall not miss them nor they me.”
“I’m sorry” Dimitri said as he hugged Fyodor and rubbed his naked bum.
There was only one bed so when it was bedtime, Fyodor and I slept on the floor having placed a thick folded blanket on top of the carpet. We snuggled naked under the cover and hugged, kissing as we did so.
3.
The following day, Dimitri arranged for more guys to fuck us. This time it was one on one, so I was taken to a large house where I met a guy in his late thirties. Dimitri had told us not to give our name and that the client wouldn’t either.
“It’s purely a financial arrangement. You get fucked and he pays” Dimitri said.
Having left me and arranged a time to pick me up, he drove Fyodor to his client.
“Let’s have a look at you” the client said in Russian. I undressed and stood stark naked in front of him.
“Very nice. Let’s first have a drink.”
I watched him pour two Vodkas and pass one to me. Having seen him drink his in one go, I did the same. I felt the rush go to my head and it felt good.
“Kneel on the bed and bury your head in the pillow so I can fuck that cute arse of yours.”
I did as he’d asked, spread my legs wide apart, lifting my arse high so he could fuck my puckered hole.
“Oh yes” he cried. “That’s a beautiful arse to fuck and I’m gonna fuck it hard. Ready boy?”
“Yes, sir” I replied, thankful that I’d lubricated my arse before I arrived.
I then felt his big erect cock thrust into my arse. I winced as it breached me but once inside it felt wonderful.
“You like that do you?” he giggled.
“Yes, sir”
“You’re a slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir”
“What are you?”
“A slut, sir” I shouted as he slammed his cock in and out until he’d dumped his load of cum inside me. He pulled out and gave my buttocks a hard slap which stung for a while.
“Another drink and then I’ll fuck your sexy arse again” he chuckled as he prepared two more Vodkas.
When the glasses were empty, he told me to lay on my back and lift my legs over my head. He tied my hands and ankles to the bedhead, so I was now helpless with my legs wide apart and my fuck hole ready to be fucked.
“That is so beautiful” he muttered as he bent over to lick my hole. The sensation sent shivers of excitement through my body. He then lubricated his big hard cock and inserted it into my hole. I watched it slowly move inside until his balls were touching mine. “Oh my. This is a beautiful arse to fuck.”
This time it took him longer to reach his climax, so the fucking was intense. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot his load over my face. I could feel the warm cum rolling down my cheeks. He used his fingers to gather it up and told me to lick them. It tasted good.
He then inserted his cock back into my arse and fucked for another ten minutes at which time I was sure he came again and dumped another load of cum into my well fucked arse.
When he’d finished, he kissed me on the lips. “You’re beautiful. I’ll be hiring you again” he smiled.
Dimitri arrived at the agreed time and looked at me. “Okay？”
“Yeah, fine” I smiled.
As we drove away, Dimitri said that Fyodor’s client was interested in fucking me. “He pays top rate so it’s worth it. Since you guys have been so willing, I’ve decided to give you a small percentage of the fees. Are you up for it?”
“Yeah, you bet. I love being fucked by these guys.”
“Excellent” he replied and patted my thigh with his spare hand as he drove. He then slowly moved it into my crotch. I put my hand on his to encourage him to give my already hard cock a squeeze.
We arrived at another large house and walked up to the front door. It opened and a naked guy, who looked to be in his forties, invited us in. “Is he willing?”
“Yes” Dimitri replied. He paid the additional fee and led us down to a basement. Fyodor was standing stark naked and smiled.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah”
“Strip, boy” the client demanded. “I’m going to fuck your arse hard like I’ve done your friend here.”
Once undressed he told me to bend over a padded bench. Fyodor was told to do the same beside me. He lubricated each arse and then slammed his hard cock into me. My body shook as he fucked. I could see Dimitri watching from one side. After a few minutes he changed over to Fyodor. As he fucked him, he pulled my stiff cock between my legs and massaged it.
“Fuck, fuck” he cried, having reached his climax, and filled Fyodor’s arse with cum. He then quickly transferred to my arse and fucked until he’d reached another climax and dumped another load of cum.
“Are you guys, okay?” Dimitri asked as we set off home.
“Yeah, it was great” Fyodor replied, and I said the same.
“You did well. I’m proud of you” he replied and placed a hand on my crotch again.
The next day we prepared for our next stage. Dimitri had spoken to his contact who agreed to take us over the border and arrange passports for our entry into the UK. To my surprise, Dimitri said he was joining us.
“I’m living on borrowed time in this country, so it’s time to move on. I have contacts in London, and I have accommodation. We can then start offering you guys for sex and make money. I can also do more footage for the porn site if both of you are willing.
“I am” I replied. I knew my body was my biggest asset, so why not make use of it. Fyodor agreed.
The plan was that we would drive to a place two miles from the border where we would meet the contact. We would drive during the night so would make our way straight after the sex party. We packed our rucksacks in preparation and helped Dimitri clear his one room accommodation of everything connected to him. By that evening, the place was bare apart from the fixtures and fittings.
“Are you ready to leave your homeland?” I asked Fyodor as we lay naked beside one another in bed.
“Yes, and I have no regrets. I’ve written a letter to my parents telling them I’ve left home since they consider I’m useless and a waste of space."
I hugged him and kissed him. "I love you."
"Love you too and we're going to have a great time together."
"Okay, guys. Time to leave" Dimitri announced. Our backpacks were stowed in the car boot and the two of us climbed in with our hoods up to hide our faces.
On arrival at the house the client let us in. He was wearing a G-string and nothing else. He paid Dimitri the fee for the hours we'd agreed and invited Dimitri to join the party. He declined saying he’d sit in the car so we were shown into a room where we could undress. Once naked, Fyodor and I were told to go to the kitchen to help with preparing food. We found a young guy who looked about our age preparing various buffet dishes. For a moment all I could concentrate on was his beautiful naked body.
A while later we were told to move to the large living room where the party was being held.
"The guests will be arriving shortly, so stand by the door with a tray of champagne. Once everyone has arrived, and your tray is empty, mingle amongst the guests with trays of food. If a guest takes an interest in you, dump your tray on the nearest table and service his needs. Understood?"
"Yes, sir" we both replied.
The drinks on my tray were soon taken so I collected a tray of food and walked around the room with my offerings. There were twelve guests, and most were interested in me rather than the food. One guy grabbed my balls and took the tray of food from me. After placing it on a nearby table, he told me to kneel between his wide-open legs. Like most of the guests, he’d stripped down to his boxer shorts, but these were soon removed leaving him stark naked.
I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and began sucking. He seemed happy enough and when it was fully erect, he told me to straddle his legs and lift my buttocks so he could fuck me. I’d already lubricated my arse as suggested by Dimitri before he left. “These guys never bother with condoms or lube” he grinned.
The cock was not large but once inside my arse it provided a pleasant sensation. I rode it for about ten minutes before he gasped and shot his load.
“Beautiful. I shall take you again later” he chuckled before grabbing another drink.
I noticed that Fyodor was also being fucked so his tray of food had been placed on a table for guests to help themselves. The client was roaming the room, chatting to guests and feeling cocks. Everyone was now naked, and I viewed the mix of bodies. Some guys were young with athletic bodies, others were older and starting to show flab.
It wasn’t long before another guy had grabbed hold of me and was fucking my arse with gusto. The evening continued like this until all twelve guests plus the client had fucked both of us. Despite the number of cocks up my arse, it wasn’t feeling sore, but Fyodor said his was.
After the allotted hours, Dimitri arrived to collect us. We dressed and followed him out to the car. We drove for more than two hours before he pulled up in a forest clearing where a large box van was waiting. Arrangements had been made for Dimitri’s secondhand car, which was part of the deal, to be collected.
Dimitri introduced us to his contact without using names and we were not told his.
“It’s necessary to change your identity” he explained. “You’ll be Trevor Johnson” he told me “and you’ll be Dan Thomas” he told Fyodor. He then proceeded to cut our hair shorter to match the photograph on our new passport.
“Your new identities are based on real people. You were friends and on a ferry with your parents. The ferry was caught in a storm and each of your parents were drowned. Their bodies were found but yours weren’t. Neither of you has been declared dead. This happened two months ago. If asked, you claim that you don’t remember anything of what happened or your past. Only landing on a small beach in France feeling dazed. If asked, be vague where that was. You’re now travelling home to England to make a new life. Got it?”
“Yes, thank you. Did any relatives come forward at the time of the accident?” I asked.
“Apparently not” he replied, handing us our passports, which looked water stained as if they’d been in the sea, albeit in our pocket.
“Your story will be that you met me, and I’ve agreed to help you start a new life” Dimitri added. What I hadn’t realised was that he had been born to Russian parents in England so had dual Nationality. Both his parents had since been killed in Chechnya.
“Okay, let’s get moving. We’ve got a long drive to France” the contact said.
The box van was filled with cardboard boxes of tinned fruit. At the end nearest the driver a cavity had been left for us to climb into. We each had a rug and a bottle of water. Once settled, boxes were put back in place, so we were now hidden.
“Are you okay back there?” I heard Dimitri ask from the passenger seat in the front. I replied we were fine but whether we would be after several hours of being cramped in a small space, I had no idea. The van set off, bumping its way down the rough track to the road. Fyodor held my hand and squeezed it in the darkness.
The rhythm of the engine noise and the road rushing beneath us sent us to sleep. We woke when we heard knocking on the panel separating us from the two in front.
“We’re about to cross into Belarus, so keep quiet even if you hear knocking” Dimitri said.
I could hear the border control talking but not what was being said and we were soon on our way. Several hours later we arrived at the Polish border. This time we could hear the back doors being unlocked and opened. Boxes were removed for inspection but quickly returned. My heart stopped for the few moments, and I held Fyodor’s hand.
Once away from the border the van stopped and were were released from our hidden space. I was busting for a pee and so was Fyodor. We rushed to the nearest tree and relieved ourselves.
Back in the van we continued our journey. We crossed from Poland into Germany and into France. At each checkpoint we held our breath, but all was well. It took almost eighteen ours to make the journey from Russia but finally, we were within smelling distance of the ferry at Calais that would take us to our new home.
We said goodbye to Dimitri’s contact and watched him drive off.
“We’ve now got a walk back to the main road where we can take a bus to the ferry” Dimitri explained.
After finding the bus stop, we only had to wait ten minutes for one to arrive. Once at our destination, Dimitri suggested we found somewhere to eat. I was starving and so was Fyodor. We found a street café which suited us. Dimitri booked the ferry tickets on his mobile phone for a ferry that left two hours later, so we had plenty of time.
It reminded me that the two of us needed new phones since we’d been told to leave ours in Russia to avoid being traced. We’d destroyed the SIM cards and chucked the phones into a river. I wasn’t sorry to leave mine behind because it was cheap basic phone.
“I’ll buy you phones in England. Secondhand. Can’t afford new ones” he laughed. “You’ll also need new clothes to look English” he whispered.
Finally, we were on the ferry, and I was feeling excited. Our passports were not challenged by passport control, and we did our best to look relaxed as the guy checked us against the photograph. I still don’t understand how Dimitri’s contact managed this, but he had, much to my relief.
The ferry journey took just over an hour and a half. Having been born and raised in England until he was ten years old, Dimitri’s command of English was good. Fyodor and I had learned English at school and my parents encouraged me to use English at home, but I now had to get rid of my Russian accent, as did Fyodor.
We were met by Steven who was the same age as Dimitri, and they had grown up together. I could see that they were close friends. He was also gay, of course!
Dimitri introduced us to Steven as Trevor and Dan. We now had to get used to our new names.
“I’m so sorry about the loss of your parents. It must have been horrific.”
I quickly realised what was talking about. “To be honest neither of us remember what happened. We must have been semiconscious in the water for a long time before being washed up on the beach.”
“We’ve both lost all memory of our lives up to then. Can’t even remember where we lived” Fyodor added with conviction.
I didn’t dare look at Dimitri. “It wasn’t until I read my damp passport, that somehow survived in my pocket, I knew my name was Trevor.”
“Me too” Dan added.
Steven led us to a car in the car park.
“Still got it” Dimitri commented.
“Of course. It’s yours. I knew you’d return in due course so kept it for you. Want to drive?”
Dimitri declined the offer saying he was tired.
“Long night?!” Steven grinned.
“You could say that” he replied.
Two and a half hours later we arrived in Soho.
4.
We were led into a loft apartment in what had once been an industrial building way back in history. The apartment had been purchased 30 years ago by Dimitri’s parents who let it when they moved back to Russia with their son. When they died, the apartment became his.
He’d modernised it to produce a property which was now worth considerably more than his parents had paid. It contained two double bedrooms, a large open plan living room with a kitchen at one end and a spacious bathroom. Knowing he’d return to London at some point, he invited Steven, his long-term friend, to occupy it and keep it in good order for him.
“I need a rest for a few hours” Dimitri announced. I said I did too so the two of us were shown the room that we were to occupy.
“Wow, this is amazing” Fyodor exclaimed as he tried the double bed.
“Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted despite doing nothing in the back of that van” I replied.
We both removed our clothes and fell onto the bed, hugging and kissing one another. Our cocks were soon hard, but we were both too tired to satisfy them.
We slept for about four hours, and I’d just woken when Steven knocked on the door before opening it.
“It’s 6 p.m. The meal is ready” he said as he gazed at our nakedness whilst I gazed at his semi-nakedness. All he was wearing was a pair of briefs which left little to the imagination. He also had a stunning body. “Um, it’s entirely your choice but Dimitri and I tend to only wear our underwear at home.”
“Great, suits me” I grinned, taking a final look at his body.
After refreshing ourselves in the bathroom, which had two basins and two showers side by side, we joined the other two in the living room. Dimitri smiled when he saw us dressed only in our briefs.
“Are you refreshed?” he smiled as he placed a hand round my waist and led me to the table. Fyodor followed and I held his hand.
“Mm, this smells delicious” he commented as he sat down beside me at the round glass table.
“Meat balls in a tomato and chilli sauce” Steven smiled.
“The four of us will be living here” Dimitri said as we ate “So I’ve told Steven the true story about you guys. It would have been too complicated to keep your new identities secret from him.”
“I won’t say anything to anyone and if I’m asked who you are, I’ll just say you are two guys that Dimitri met on a visit to France. So, your secret is safe with me.”
Fyodor thanked him and so did I.
“As I’ve already said, you guys are welcome to live here with us, but we’d like to divide the necessary chores between us. Steven has agreed to be the main cook, although any one of us can help him as necessary. We’d like you guys to be responsible for keeping the apartment clean and deal with laundry duties. I will manage finances and the running of our source of income. Steven will also help me manage the porn website and the escort business in which all three of you will be actively involved since that will be our main source of income. I’m also going to offer you guys for nude modelling for artists, of whom there a plenty around here.” He paused for a moment to let everything sink in.
“Does that sound okay for you guys?”
I looked at Fyodor who nodded. “Yeah, sounds brilliant.
“I’m so looking forward to working with you guys” Steven added. “The advert I placed on the website has already produced some interest and I’ve got three guys set up for escort work this coming weekend.
“Brilliant” Dimitri replied and gave him a kiss on the lips. I suddenly recognised the love between them. He then went on to explain what share of the client fees we would receive. It sounded fair to me and Fyodor agreed.
“Tomorrow, Dimitri and I will take you guys shopping. You need a new set of clothes to remove any link to Russia” Steven explained.
“And don’t worry about money. I’m paying” Dimitri added.
I jumped up and threw my arms around him. “Thanks. You’ve been so kind.” I then moved to Steven and did the same. He seemed surprised but enjoyed the attention.
We decided to have a quiet night, knowing that our lives would be erratic from now on depending on the number of clients who were willing to use our services, which now ranged from being nude models for artists or art classes, escorts which may or may not include sex, although I doubted many guys would not want to fuck our cute arses. We’d also produce gay porn films for the website and if possible, find other guys willing to take part.
“Is this really happening?” Fyodor giggled when we were in our room preparing for bed.
“I think so” I smiled, taking his now naked body into my arms and kissed him. It soon turned into a passionate kiss, and we sank onto the bed.
“Fuck me” he implored.
“My pleasure” I grinned as I lifted his legs over his head and pressed my lubricated erection against his hole. It slipped in with ease and I took my time to fuck him until I’d climaxed and left ribbons of cum inside him. With my cock still imbedded inside him, I leaned forward and kissed him.
***
The next day we went shopping and Fyodor and I purchased a mobile phone from a shop that sold second-hand versions. Even though it was an older model, it was far better than the one I’d owned in Russia.
After lunch, Steven told us to strip off. “I need to take photos of you for the escort advert on the website. He took us into another room which I’d not noticed before. It was small and was empty apart from a bed and a fuck bench. The walls were blank, and he explained that our images would be superimposed on different backgrounds. We posed for him in several erotic poses, some with our cock semi-hard.
Within an hour of the images being placed on the website, three enquires had been received. One had chosen me another had chosen Fyodor and the third was happy to accept whoever was free. Within minutes Dimitri had arranged times for each of them that evening.
He then showed us how to get to our respective client which involved using the London underground. “The first thing to do when you arrive at your client is to ask for the fee in cash. ‘No fee, no fuck’ is our motto” he laughed, but they’d been forewarned beforehand of the payment rule.
An hour before we were due to leave, the three of us showered. Just the thought of being fucked by a client was turning me on and my cock was already getting excited.
Another rule was to wear minimal clothes. “No socks and no underwear” he explained. “Just a T-shirt and the sweatpants we bought.”
My client was in Kings Cross, so I used Google Maps on my new phone to work out the route. Dimitri had also switched on ‘My Location’ so he could see where I was at anytime for my safety.
At the appointed time I left and made my way to Leicester Square underground station to take the Piccadilly line to Kings Cross. My client was a ten-minute walk from there. He lived in a Victorian block of apartments which had a lift that had been installed in what had originally been the central void of the winding staircase that accessed the five floors. He lived on the top floor, so I was relieved there was a lift. I knocked on the door and a guy in his mid-thirties opened it and invited me in, glancing to see if anyone else was in the corridor.
“I’ve got a nosey neighbour” he laughed, “although she knows I’m gay. No point in hiding it, unless you have to.”
I smiled and nodded, deciding I liked him.
“I’m David” he said as he invited me into the apartment.
“Trevor” I replied, using my English name whilst kicking off my new trainers. He gave me the fee for two hours which I placed in the zipped pocket of my new bomber jacket.
He moved up to me and held my head in his hands. He kissed and I kissed back. I could feel his erection inside his boxer shorts pressing against mine. He slipped off his T-shirt and removed mine.
“You’re beautiful” he commented and proceeded to feel my growing cock.
“Mm, nice. Big cock, I bet that will feel good inside my arse.”
I pondered the remark. I’d assumed he’d want to fuck me.
“Let’s move to the bedroom.”
I followed him to a room down the corridor and noticed another room we passed which looked like a home office. The main bedroom was large with its own ensuite shower room. He told me to lay on the bed and removed my sweatpants. My cock sprang to attention, and he knelt between my legs to suck it. I uttered low grunts of enjoyment.
He removed his boxer shorts to expose his fully erect cock. He lubricated it and lifted my legs over my head. I felt his cock breach me and proceed to fuck. Several minutes later he deposited his load over my chest.
Having cleaned that off me, he led me into the living room.
“Let’s have a drink. What would you like?”
“Vodka?”
“Ah, a man after my own heart. I love Vodka.”
I watched him pour two shots. We sat beside one another on the only two-seater sofa.
“Cheers” he grinned as he downed his drink. I decided to take it slowly.
“I’m visiting a friend on Saturday. He lives in Surrey. He owns a beautiful country house. He’s holding a party for five of his friends and I’ve been asked to provide the entertainment.”
I smiled, guessing what that meant.
“It would involve driving down with me on Saturday morning and coming back on Sunday morning. I’d like to hire you for twenty-four-hours. Interested?”
“Yes, but you’d need to apply via the website and explain what you want. You’ll then be given the fee.”
David said he would and explained what would take place. “It may involve being tied up. Would that bother you?”
“No”
“And being fucked. Although one or two may like to be fucked.”
“No problem. I’m versatile. When you make the booking, explain what you want and what it will involve, so the fee can be calculated.”
He kissed me and asked me how I’d got into the porn business.
“Needed the money. My parents are both dead” I replied without expanding.
“I’m sorry to hear that” he replied as he felt my cock.
He still had twenty-minutes of his two-hour session left so he told me to fuck him. He knelt on the sofa to offer his arse and rested his hands on the back. I lubricated my erect cock and pressed it into his arse. It slipped in with ease and I was soon pumping back and forth. As I fucked, he sniffed poppers before passing it to me. This was another new experience, but I enjoyed the rush it gave me. I made the fuck last for as long as I could. Fifteen minutes later, I reached my climax.
“Wow, that was brilliant. Shall look forward to being fucked by that beautiful cock on Saturday.
The two hours were now up, so I dressed and left.
Dimitri wanted a full report on how I’d get on and was pleased when I told him about the party in Surrey. A few hours later David placed his request.
Fydor returned from his client session, and we exchanged our experiences. Our cocks were rock hard as we discussed what we did or had done to us.
“He wants to hire me again next week” he said excitedly. I told him about my client wanting to hire me for a whole weekend at his friend’s country house.
“Fuck. That sounds awesome” he exclaimed.
Over the next few days Dimitri filmed the three of us having sex, either in pairs or a threesome, which I enjoyed. He’d worked out a storyline for each film, so he filmed introductions and endings to each film by filming us meeting outside or greeting at the front door. Some scenes involved sex in the kitchen where I fucked Steven up against a workbench. The final results were brilliant and produced a lot of interest. Trailers were uploaded to one of the major porn sites, with links to the full paid version on our site. The fees obtained were divided between the performers and Dimitri.
I was now eighteen, as was Fyodor. Our birthdays were within two days of one another. It seemed that we were destined to meet and fall in love with one another. Dimitri had also found another guy to join us. His name was Mark. He was Guyanese and he was also eighteen, so we immediately got on with one another. As soon as I saw him naked, I knew he’d be popular, and he was. He loved being fucked and I enjoyed fucking him, especially on film knowing that thousands of other guys would be drooling over us.
5.
I made my way to David on the Saturday morning. It was a warm sunny day, so I’d worn a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He invited me inside and told me to strip naked. I did as he asked, unsure of why.
“Put these on. When we arrive, the guys want to tie you up and strip you naked by ripping off your clothes, so I’ve put small cuts in these to make it easier. Put your own clothes in this bag.”
I chuckled as I put the T-shirt on and a flimsy pair of shorts which did little to hide my burgeoning cock. He then led me to his car, a smart Mercedes, and we set off for Surrey.
A guy named Andrew owned the country house which was down a narrow lane on the outskirts of the small village. I was on edge by the time we arrived having realised how remote it was. I then remembered my phone which Dimitri could track. I’d left this in the pocket of my other shorts.
I was told to get out of the car barefoot.
“Ah, here’s our fuck boy” a naked guy announced, walking towards us. He was introduced as Andrew, the owner of the house. “Hi, David. This creature looks divine.”
The guys kissed as I watched from the sidelines not sure what to do.
“Leave your clothes in the car” he told David. “You won’t need them until you go home” he laughed.
Whilst David removed his clothes, Andrew turned to me.
“I understand you’re willing to be tied up and fucked bareback.”
“That’s what I’ve been paid for” I grinned.
“Excellent. We’ll remove your clothes once you’re at our mercy” he laughed. Turning to a now naked David, he said, “As the weather is nice, we’ve brought the gear into the garden.”
He then led me and David to the back of the house where four other stark-naked guys were sunbathing.
“Here’s a gorgeous guy to fuck, so get hard, guys” Andrew laughed. Two guys jumped up. I later found out they were Aaron, a Jamaican, and a Nigerian named Jamal. They both had muscular bodies and big cocks which were growing by the minute. I was taken to an X frame made of wood which was supported by two other pieces of wood fixed by pegs in the grass causing the frame to lean back slightly. My arms were outstretched, and my wrists were tethered to the X frame. My legs were spread open wide, and my ankles tethered to the bottom of the X frame.
Surprisingly, I felt relaxed and was looking forward to having my arse well and truly fucked. The other two guys moved forward and began ripping off my two items of clothing. As David had predicted, they were now in shreds. I was then fitted with a poppers mask. With my hands tied it meant I had no control over it. I started inhaling the poppers and the rush filled my head. I noticed several other guys now wearing them.
“Okay guys. Let’s start fucking” Andrew laughed and plunged his hard cock into my arse. He fucked hard which caused me to breathe more and inhale more poppers. But I felt good and enjoyed the experience. I was then conscious of a guy sucking my cock which soon became hard. As he sucked, another guy fondled my balls, sometimes squeezing them hard causing me to squirm as the big cock continued to fuck.
“Ah, fuck. I’m coming, guys” Andrew gasped.
“Fill him up” another guy shouted. Andrew pumped and pumped as his cum was ejected into my arse.
As soon as he’d removed his cock, another guy thrust his in its place. When he’d dumped his load, another took his place. This continued until all six guys had dumped their load.
“Are you okay?” David whispered, removing the poppers mask. I nodded and grinned. To be honest, I’d loved every minute, including the constant flow of vapour from the poppers mask.
I was released from the X frame and laid facing up on the grass. My arms and legs were spread-eagled with wrists and ankles tethered to the grass. Kabir, an Indian who looked the youngest, fitted a nipple clamp to both nipples.
“Let me know if they’re too tight” he whispered as he straddled my body, lubricated my erection and guided it into his tight arse.
“Ah” I grunted.
“Good?” he grinned.
“Yeah. Fucking good” I grinned. As he fucked himself by riding my cock, whilst another guy knelt across my face and told me to rim his arse. His name was Hugo, and he was Swedish.
When not fucking me, the group indulged themselves in sex drugs and alcohol. The sexual activity became intense, and guys were fucking one another, as well as me.
Eventually, the activity outside came to a close and I was led into the house. The group went upstairs where everyone showered. Once downstairs I was introduced to Marcel. He was a Ugandan refugee who Andrew had taken in as his houseboy.
“Help him prepare tonight’s meal” Andrew instructed. I looked at the stark-naked boy who looked no more than sixteen and smiled. We worked well together, and the meal was finally prepared. We carried the dishes of food into the dining room where six naked guys were sitting around a large table. As Marcel and I served the guests, hands handled our cock and balls, but we continued our chores.
As they ate, we had a sandwich in the kitchen. Whilst the guys enjoyed the dessert, we cleared away the dishes. After coffee had been served, we were told to clear the table.
“Get on the table and lay face down” Andrew instructed Marcel. Without hesitation he did so.
“You” he barked at me, “fuck his arse hard.”
With the helping hand of a guest my cock was soon hard. After lubricating Marcel’s beautiful arse, I slipped it in.
“Fuck him hard” Andrew shouted.
“Yeah, real hard” others added.
I was now slamming my cock into the arse. I felt my climax come and deposit my load, but continued fucking until another load was pumping into his tight arse.
I stopped and the guys applauded.
“Fucking brilliant” David exclaimed. I noticed he was holding a camera so had filmed the action.
The remainder of the evening was less hectic. Alcohol and drugs continued on be consumed and I was draped across naked laps sucking cock or having my arse fingered.
“Okay, guys. One last fuck before we go to bed” Andrew giggled. Me and Marcel were bent over the back of a chair and each fucked by six guys.
I slept with Marcel in his room in the basement.
“Do you mind being fucked like that by Andrew and his mates?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I have food and roof over head. I didn’t have that in my home country, so I don’t mind.”
I hugged him as we lay naked together.
“Would you fuck me again. I liked your cock inside me” he grinned.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I did just that.
We were up early the following morning. When we went up to the kitchen, we found David there eating a piece of toast.
“I suggest we leave before the others get up and want to fuck you again. They liked your arse very much.”
I grabbed a piece of toast and followed him to the car. I found my clothes and dressed. On the way, we pleasured one another’s cock.
***
Dimitri wanted a full report when I arrived home. Fyodor listened intently.
“What was it like being tied up and being fucked by six guys?”
“Brilliant” I grinned.
“You’ll find out on Friday. A client in South London wants an escort for his partner’s birthday party and you’ll be the guy to satisfy his needs. Expect a late night and your arse being well used” Dimitri laughed.
My next assignment was to be a model for an artist nearby. His name was Roland, and he wanted me to model in the nude.
“He’s asked if you’d be willing to model with an erection. I’ve told him you’d love to” he grinned.
“Different, but not a problem” I replied.
As we lay naked beside one another that night, Fyodor wanted more detailed information about my experience in Surrey, now he knew he was to be the centre of attention at a party. By the time I’d finished answering his questions we both had stiff cocks that needed attention, so we fucked each other.
The artist lived in a small flat at the top of a house five minutes away.
“I’m Roland. Thanks for coming.”
I smiled at the use of that word and wondered if either of us would be doing that. He explained that he’d been given a commission to paint an erotic picture of a young man.
“You’re perfect. As soon as I saw your profile on the website, I knew you were the person I was looking for.”
He showed me where he wanted me to pose and how, which was on a bed on my side with ruffled sheets behind me and one knee bent.
“To start with play with your cock whilst I sketch your outline. I take it you don’t mind being captured on canvas with an erection?”
“Not a problem for me. Shown my stiff cock on many occasions” I smiled.
“That’s perfect. Keep that facial expression.”
My cock was soon hard. As I gently played with it, I’d mentally stripped him naked. He was wearing a pair of shorts with nothing else so I could enjoy his naked torso.
“Excellent, can you keep that hard. Shall I put some porn on?”
“If you removed your shorts, that would help” I grinned mischievously. To my surprise, he did. His cock was huge, and I imagined it fucking my arse.
After an hour he suggested we stop. I stood up and looked at his work which was just a sketch.
“Wow. That’s so lifelike.”
“I use the sketch as a guide when I’m painting the actual painting. However, I’ll need you to pose for that. Is that okay?”
“Sure. You’re paying” I chuckled.
“You’re so relaxed about sex. I wish I was.”
“Are you gay? Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that” I immediately added.
He smiled. “I like women, but I’m also attracted to guys. Presume that makes me bisexual. I’ve slept with several women but never had sex with a man.”
I looked at him trying to assess if he wanted me. “You could try it out with me, if you wanted. Free of charge” I added, “but don’t tell my boss” I laughed. I glanced at his cock and could see it was reacting.
He moved up to me and gently kissed my lips. “You’re very sweet. I’d love to lose my gay virginity with a man such as you.”
He gently moved me onto the bed and sank on top of me, our cocks now kissing one another and reacting to the sensation it caused. He kissed me passionately and I kissed him back. My cock was rock hard and so was his. I felt like saying ‘you’re certainly turned on by men’.
“Can I fuck you? I’ve got condoms and lube.”
I nodded and turned over, guessing he’d prefer that position. I felt his cock slip into my arse and fuck until the condom had been filled.
It required a further three sittings for the painting to be finished and at the end of each session he fucked me, but this time with me on my back and my legs over my chest.
***
Life slipped into a routine of satisfying client needs, posing for artists and producing more gay porn for the website which was now very popular. Dimitri had found three other guys to join the team. One was twenty-two and the others were eighteen.
I was invited by David for more weekend sex parties in several locations and a range of guys. It was lucrative work, and I enjoyed it. One party was held at a large country estate with twenty guests, so they wanted more than one escort. Fyodor and Mark joined me much to their delight. We had to arrive at the venue stark naked so had to remove our clothes just before reaching it.
“A client wants you this evening” Dimitri told me. “He lives in Hackney, East London.”
Very little had been given as to what the client wanted so I arrived at the block of flats in Hackney wondering what I’d be expected to do. I took the lift to the seventh floor, knocked on the door of flat 706 and within seconds it opened.
“Hi. You must be the escort I’ve hired. I’m Frank.”
“Hi, I’m Trevor” I replied, my eyes automatically fixed on his muscular body. I estimated him to be around forty years of age. All he was wearing was a flimsy cloth around his waist, his large cock pushing it out.
“You can leave you clothes here.”
‘No hanging about, then’ I chuckled to myself as I stripped naked and dumped my clothes on the floor by the front door.
He led me into a bedroom and to my surprise a young guy was sitting naked on the end of the bed.
“This is Dan, my son. He’s sixteen and is gay. He’s still a virgin so wants you to fuck him whilst I film the action. Lay face down on the bed, son.” Turning to me, he said “Once in, fuck him hard and do it raw. Want him to feel flesh against flesh. Far better, don’t you agree?”
“Yeah, I do. Much prefer bareback. I’m fully tested regularly, so am clean.”
Just talking about it and imagining my cock inside this sixteen-year-old had caused my cock to get hard. I straddled him, lubricated my cock and pressed against the puckered hole.
“Just relax” I told Dan. He groaned as I breached him but once the big head of my cock was through, he settled down. Frank passed me a bottle of poppers and I noticed Dan was sniffing from his own bottle. As I fucked, hard as instructed, I processed what was happening. Here I was fucking a young guy whilst his father filmed his son being fucked by a stranger.
“Dump your load inside him” Frank told me. “I assume you can cum more than once in a session.”
“No problem” I smiled as I continued fucking and making it last as long as I could. Ten minutes later I was pumping my white creamy cum into the lad’s virgin arse. I felt privileged to be the first guy to do that.
“Now change over. You, on your back with you legs over your chest and you, Dan kneel between his outstretched legs. You’re about to fuck your first arse.”
Dan obediently did as he’d been instructed, and I lay on my back with room above my head as instructed. Dan’s cock was now hard and lubricated. I watched him insert it into my arse and fuck as if he’d done it before. Frank had knelt at my head and told me to lick his cock. It was huge and I imagined it inside me.
“Keep fucking” he told Dan as he filmed his hard cock pumping my arse. A few minutes later, he climaxed and shot his load of cum into my arse.
“Let’s make this more interesting. On your back, boy” he told his son. I jumped off and watched the lad do as he’d been told. “Tie his wrist to the bedhead” he told me. Once his hands were secure, his legs were lifted over his head and his ankles tethered to the bedhead. “Fuck him” he told me, so I knelt between his outstretched legs and plunged my hard cock into the waiting hole. I then felt Frank’s cock plunge into me. He fucked hard whilst I did the same to his son.
“Nice arse” he commented as he fucked.
During my time as a gay escort I came across several bizarre situations but nothing quite like that. My life free from Russia was so much better even though it meant I had to sell my body.
*****
