Weekend in Kyiv (Part Two)

Sascha's hand slid from his friend's waist and over his belly to his thigh, then gingerly he began to lightly tickle Sergei's balls. Almost immediately, the tiny little cock gave a shudder, then suddenly jerked into life, almost like one of those inflatable emergency life rafts, the wrinkles unfurled and it rapidly stiffened and curled back on itself towards the youth's muscular abdomen, coming to rest forming a perfect arch, it's tip hovering millimeter's from his flat stomach. The transformation was stunnin; it was only quite slender, but had more than trebled in length, the bright red glans standing completely free of the foreskin, the shaft lined with quite prominet veins. I was impressed by this little party trick.

Sascah chuckled with pleasure at my surprised expression. "You want to feel it?" he asked

I nodded eagerly, and Sascha mumbled something in Russian to Sergei, who flashed one of his brief smiles, then gestured with his hand towards his amazing organ "Pajalsta! he said, shuffling slightly in the sand as if to bring it more clearly to my attention.

Holding my breath, I moved closer, squatting up on my hauches to get a closer view. I reached out my hand and slowly ran one finger along the length of the underside of Sergeis cock, from the base to the tip, It quivered slightly in response to my touch.

Sascha laughed, "It won't break you know" he teased.

At this I moved still closer, going forward onto my knees and straddling Sergei's nearest leg, then put out my hand and wrapped my fingers beneath the summit of the arch. It felt hot and almost metallically hard in my grasp. Much thinner than either Sascha's or mine, the bumps and ridges of the veins far more discernible. Slowly I began to rub it, enjoying its solid rigidity beneath my grasp.

Next moment, I felt Sascha's hand come up against my chest pushing me firmly, but not aggressively, off balance, so I had to take my hand away to steady myself as I toppled back onto my seat. "Not so fast," he grinned, barking something to Sergei, who rose up onto his knees, his manhood still curled meancingly towards his navel, and in a moment the two of them were on top of me, Sascha pulling my shirt up over my head, then pinning my arms berhind my back, while Sergei rapidly unfastened my shorts and unceremoniously pulled them and my underwear off over my trainers, and threw them into the bushes. "Now we all equal." Sascha cried, shoving me back onto the sand and sitting himself astride my chest and giving my rapidly hardening cock a playful tug. The sombre Sergei was now grinning broadly, rubbing his own six inches with some relish, then lowered himself to sit between my legs, his thighs over my own, his balls rubbing lightly against my own, the hair brushing tinglingly together. our two cocks quivering inches apart. With a gasp, I felt Sascha's hands close around my own manhood, clasping it against Sergei's arching beauty and beginning to rub. I ran my hands up and down Sascha's muscular sides, then began to explore the firm contours of his chest, as his strong hands continued to massage my manhood against that of the wiry Ukrainian. I could feel his warm, down covered balls rubbing against my stomach and a drip of precum landed just below. Sergei was talking rapidly in Russian, excitement and urgency pulsing through his voice as he gripped my waist tightly with his hands. I shifted my position to grasp his slender hips more firmly between my legs, and he leant back against my kness, thrusting his groin more closely into my own, as his hands moved to explore around the base of my cock. In response I gave him a squeeze with my legs, while my hands gave Saschas's erect nipples a tweek. We were all grunting appreciatively now. Sascha edged back slightly, and took hold of cock in each hand, gripping more firmly and increasing the rhythm. My own manhood pulsed eagerly in response. "I want to see!" I shouted, pushing Sascha to one side. Obediently, hardly faltering in his hand massage, the golden-haired Adonis swung one leg over my chest and slipped over onto his knees to one side. Now, raisng myself on my elbows, I could see Sasha's cock standing proud and firm against his stomach, and also watch the rhythmkcal motion of his hads on my own and Sergei's organs. I reached forward to toy wiht Sascha's glorious manhood, and as I did, he shifte onto one side, leaning forward to close his lips around the tip of my cock, whikle his hand continued pumping away on the shaft, I moaned with pleasure, giving his balls a squeeze of thnaks, then hi lips were gone, and I looked up to see them lovingly carressing the naked glans of Sergei's hard little tool. Next moment, he pulled my own cock over to join it, and manfully struggled to take both organs into his mouth. Sergei's face was a picture of ectacy as he muttered to himself in Russian, arching his back in pleasure as his moment of realease approached. I could feel my own balls tightening and the buzz of pleasure welling up inside. Sascha realeased us from his lips, and stepped up the pace with his hands. "Aargh!" Sergei yelled and a spurt of warm, wet cum shot the lenght of my chest, prompting my own organ to erupt in sympathy. Pushing Sascha's hand aside I frantically pumped at my pulsing member forcing every last drop of jism from my aching balls. Sascha had begun working on his own manhood now, and, his own climax passed, Sergei shifted position and began licking frantically at his friends balls as Sascha's hand worked its magic. Fascinated, I moved closer, and began to caress Sergeis' firm buttocks, as I watched him suck first one, then the other, then both of Sascha's globes into his mouth, mumbling in pleasure, as his friends hand kept up its labours. Moments later, and I watched in pleasure as a spasm of ecstacy shook Sascha's body and, giving a yell of satisfaction, a torrent of creamy cum burst from the boys's golden pleasure stick hitting Sergei in the face and trickling down his cheeks and chin. I rolled over and started to lick it off, savouring the warm saltiness on my tongue, my hand caressing Sascha's balls and fast shrinking cock, as Sergei responded by pressing his lips against mine sliding his tongue into my mouth to taste his own cum. Someone's hand was stroking my behind and gently tickling the sensitive area between balls and arsehole causing my drooping cock to stir benignly against Sergei's leg.

Sascha leaned across and stroked my cheek with his hand, "So," he said with a wink, "You think you like fishing, my English friend?"