Coming Back to Reality
When Ilya and I got back from his forest retreat and after that unbelievable week we had together where so many things became clear and wonderful, and after that crazy, amazing guy proposed to me in a totally unexpected way, as if it was just some logical solution to a little problem, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and after he fucked me when we got home as hard as I wanted him to and he got really excited by possibilities I'm sure he'd never considered, we returned to the same lives we had before we went away. But everything felt different.
We now slept together. For a while, I couldn't quite believe it. We had sex whenever possible, even when one or both of us was tired. And I still couldn't quite believe that either. And he was a fast learner. There really was a lusty Russian guy in there and he started to come out, so to speak. He let me fuck him, which he told me he still couldn't quite believe he wanted after what Sergei had done to him. We did it a few times, but not always successfully. Sometime a wave of black energy would take over his body and his mind, and we would stop and I would just hold him. Me holding him in one of those moments was just as amazing as fucking him would have been. And I would feel his body calm and the black clouds drift away and we would be still together.
He started his psychiatry specialty in late summer, and before that we had a blissful few weeks spent mostly in bed, at least when I wasn't at the restaurant. And I enrolled in social work at UBC to start in January.Things were lining up in all the right ways.
But on the Sergei front, he was still sending Ilya creepy messages that were vaguely yearning and vaguely threatening, but nothing serious enough that anything could be done. He seemed to be hoping that Ilya would change his mind, as far as I could tell. And if Ilya didn't change his mind, there was a vague implication that there would be consequences. How fucked up is that? It amazed me that he could believe that threats were conducive to reconciliation.
I don't think Sergei could have foreseen that I was friends with two very smart dudes who quickly learned a whole lot about him. All the information that Ilya did have turned out to be out-of-date because Sergei had moved, changed his phone number and even his email address. It was like he was trying to hide himself from Ilya, which was creepy as well.
But Sanjay found most of his current details pretty easily. Soon we had his address and his phone number and what kind of car he drove, where he liked to eat dinner. It was amazing the things Sanjay discovered. Even what bank he used and where he bought his groceries. I didn't ask how he found all these details, and I knew I didn't want to know.
Ilya was impressed but still unnerved and when we had Josh over for dinner later in September, he told him he was scared. I was scared. We both wondered how far Sergei could go or if he was just being an asshole.
Josh, who was sitting beside me sipping his wine, said, “Sanjay and I have an idea.” He turned to Ilya who was curled up in the corner of the couch, and said, “We found out some interesting things about Sergei's father. One: that he's homophobic. And given that his son is gay, what does that mean?”
Ilya looked thoughtful and said, “Well, many Russians are homophobic. But you're right. I never met his father because Sergei never told his father that he was gay and so his father doesn't know he had even been married. Or divorced, for that matter. Or even if he does, he's probably keeping that information well concealed. And in that divorce, he lost a lot of money. I'm sure Sergei's father would not be pleased to hear this either.”
Josh nodded and said, “Right. So Sergei gets all his money from his father. There's no evidence that Sergei works.”
Ilya laughed as if it was obvious. “Of course not! Why would he work? The idea of working for a living made Sergei laugh. He though I was crazy to actually be training for a career.”
I looked at Ilya whose face was passionate and angry. I loved him even more in that moment, if that was possible. I looked at Josh and said, “So what does all that mean?”
Josh grinned and said, “So...we thought that if Sergei's father had evidence that he's gay, and that he had been married to a man, and that he was divorced and lost a lot of money in the process, what would he do?”
Ilya was silent for a moment. “What sort of evidence?”
Josh looked at me and said, “Like evidence of him having sex with a guy. Or guys...”
I suddenly got it. I realized where Josh was headed. “Mark and Trevor...”
Josh had a sly grin on his face and nodded, “You read my mind.”
I could see it all so clearly. I turned to Ilya and said, “Mark and Trevor. Those two are a team. I bet they could find a way to pick Sergei up somewhere here and take him to a hotel and fuck him into next week. And film the whole thing.” I stopped and took a breath because I was getting excited, “Is that the kind of evidence you mean?”
With a laugh, Josh said, “That's exactly what we hoped you would say. So along with the marriage certificate and evidence of the divorce settlement, we would send the film - with Mark's and Trevor's faces blurred out of course – to Sergei's father with the implied threat that the film would get broadcast to all Sergei's father's oligarch buddies if his son wasn't brought to heel. I have a feeling Sergei would be forced to go back to Russia and reckon with him. Especially if what is filmed is Sergei in some, shall we say, compromising sexual situations. I'm sure those two can be inventive.”
Ilya looked thoughtful for a moment. He said, “Sergei is a top...no, that's stupid. He's a domineering asshole but he's also a top. But I think you're on to something, because judging by Sergei's internet history – which I explored before the divorce when he wasn't around – he has other interests that made me think he's into being a big bottom who likes to be dominated.”
Josh laughed and said, “Yeah...Sanjay got into his internet history. And more to the point, saw some interesting text exchanges he had where he played the submissive like a pro.”
Suddenly Ilya began to laugh. It wasn't a cruel laugh, it was the laugh of someone who can see a way out of something. A laugh of relief. He said, “This is exactly what it would take. No oligarch like Sergei's father would want it be known in Russia that his son married a guy and lost a pile of money in the divorce, and more importantly, see him getting fucked and tied up and whatever else, by two men. He will want Sergei close by to keep him in line.” His face had a look of wonder and then he said, “Thank-you so much, Josh. I can't believe you're doing this for me.”
Josh shrugged and said, “You're a wonderful person Ilya, and it looks like you're going to be part of the family. Of course I want to do this for you. Sanjay feels the same.”
Ilya suddenly had Russian tears in his eyes. He took Josh's hand and kissed it. I knew that when Ilya kisses someone's hand, he really means something profound. He stood up and went to the kitchen. I knew what he was doing. I heard the fridge open. He came back with the frosted bottle of vodka and the little glasses. He poured us each a shot and raised his glass high and said, “Ya khochu spasibo vam!”
I recognized the 'spasibo' so I knew he was thanking Josh in a very Russian way. We clinked our glasses together and downed the vodka. Ilya refilled us and we did it again. I'm not sure what it is about Russian vodka, but it goes to my head really fast. And by going to my head, I mean going to my cock. I was suddenly aware of the heat of Josh beside me, remembering the feel of his body and his big dick. But at the same time, I knew that maybe Ilya wasn't ready for a spontaneous moment and especially not sex with a third person, so I held myself back.
I looked over at Ilya who was just putting his glass down on the table in front of us. He leaned back and turned to Josh a moment, smiling. Then he looked at me, smiling more. To my amazement, he reached out and grabbed the back of Josh's neck and pulled him toward him, leaning in at the same time. He said, “I don't know about Stephen, but I've been wanting to do this for a while..”
And he kissed Josh with some force, and I could tell by the sound Josh made that Ilya was snaking his tongue into his mouth. Then he leaned back, his lips all shiny, his face eager. Josh turned to me and said, “Did you plan this?”
I laughed and shook my head and slid closer to Josh, slipping my hand in his pants – which took some doing, since they were tight, but I managed to find his cock and grip it. I said just before kissing him, “No...but I'm happy it's happening.”
We kissed just as eagerly and then I felt Ilya's mouth join us in a nice messy three-tongued mash-up. I pulled back just as Ilya did and we looked at each other a moment. I said, “Are you sure?”
He looked solemn, but nodded, pulling his own shirt off which was all the answer I needed. Ilya is hard to predict. I guessed at that moment, the passionate Russian dude was in control of him. He stood up and said, “Let's get comfortable.”
I got up and said, “My bed.”
As we walked to my bedroom, I leaned into Ilya and said into his ear, “Maybe this is a new rule. Only we get to sleep in your bed which I guess is our bed. If we keep doing things like this, we find other places to do it.”
Ilya chuckled and said, “I like the sound of that.” He kissed me and we went into my bedroom and the passionate Russian threw me on the bed, him following right behind.
Not to be outdone, Josh stood there and slid his pants off and tossed them. His underwear was all messed up and crooked and his cock was sticking out of the side. He looked like a teenager. I admired the hair on his legs and when he pulled his shirt off, his lean, hairy chest. When he was naked, his dick pointing directly at us, hard and delicious-looking, he said, “I want to suck you two off. That's what I want.”
Ilya laughed as he pulled his pants off. He said, “You mean together?”
Josh got on the bed and helped him pull his shirt off. “Yeah. Together.”
They kissed again even more eagerly, and I got behind Josh and slid my cock in between his taut ass cheeks to get myself really hard, sliding it up between all that meaty flesh. Then I licked his ear and said, “How do you want us?”
Josh snorted and lay down. He looked at both of us and said, “One on each side.”
I got up on my knees over Josh, my balls near his mouth and, grinning, Ilya got up on the other side. He looked at each other as if we weren't sure how we got to this moment. I leaned in and kissed him just as I felt Josh take hold my prick and pull it into his mouth. I pushed my hips forward to help him take it. Ilya seemed full of energy, grabbing me by the back of the head and pulling me toward him so our mouths were mashed together. I began to help my cock plunge further into Josh's mouth until I felt my balls hit the side of his face. Then I pulled back. I looked down as he did the same to Ilya's cock, using his hand to guide it over his tongue.
We used Josh's mouth back and forth, kissing most of the time, several times both of us pushed the head of our dicks in between his lips and Josh moaned. I glanced over and he was stroking his long cock really slowly. I leaned down for a moment and licked a big pearl of precum off the head, then moved up and shared it with Ilya who was getting used to my fetish for cum-related products.
Then Ilya surprised me. Leaning back and looking down at Josh, he said, “I want to fuck you, Josh...is that all right?”
With a laugh, Josh said, “Is that all right? Of course it's all right.”
I reached beside the bed for some slippery help and decided I would get them ready myself. I squeezed a bunch onto my fingers and moved down and started to push into Josh's ass until all but my thumb was in there, massaging him. He was gasping and moaning and I remember that he had been having fun with a dildo so I included my thumb, impressed by how he could take it. I have always found the idea of fisting a bit much but this was a nice middle ground, his ass all warm and welcoming on my hand.
Ilya moved over and got in between Josh's legs. His blonde hair was all in his face and he was a little sweaty. I had the thought as I watched my man start to push his cock into Josh, that our week at the cabin seemed to have unleashed something in him. Something I liked very much. And then when he fucked me like a demon when we got home seemed to confirm it. Ilya had been hiding a very eager, powerful sexual need and now it was coming into the open. At least I hoped so.
As Ilya started to fuck Josh, pushing Josh's legs apart and tucking his hands underneath his knees, I stood up on the bed overtop of Josh and rubbed my cock on Ilya's beautiful face, rubbing the head on his lips, getting them all wet with my precum. He opened his mouth as his hips flexed and I put my hand on the back of his head and let his mouth engulf my cock. It felt warm and wet and a shiver went through my whole body.
Even with Josh as part of it, this felt so intense and somehow as if it was just the two of us. I stroked his face with my other hand and slowly exerted some force, pushing my cock into his throat. I could tell he almost choked, but instead he fucked Josh even harder and let me do the same to his mouth. I held his head in my hands and took the energy up, my balls hitting his chin with some force.
The three of us continued for a while until Ilya spat me out, gasping. He said, “I need to lie down...”
He pulled out of Josh and fell onto his back. I decided to change this around so I said, “Get on your hands and knees, Josh. I want you from behind.”
Josh sat up, grinning. He turned around and presented his ass to me. His hole was gaping a little and I couldn't help buy stick my tongue in, tasting Ilya's cock. Once my own dick was deep in Josh, Ilya moved behind me and I knew I was about to get it from behind, feeling Ilya's big Russian cock push into me. I was already familiar with him, familiar with the size of him and my ass seemed to know it. Once his was fully in, he wrapped his arms around my torso and licked the back of my neck. He said, “This is my favourite thing, Stephen. With me in you so we're as close as possible.”
I felt a rush of feeling and I almost started to cry. We both seemed to have this way of saying things that felt like they meant a dozen things at the same time. I started to swivel my hips so my cock stretched Josh's ass and he moaned and took his own cock in his hand. He looked at me and grinned and I let myself fuck and be fucked, the more energy I put into Josh meant the more Ilya began to pound my own hole. I shut my eyes and let it happen, let Ilya's cock be my cock and it was like we were both fucking Josh at the same time.
I opened my eyes and said very playfully, “Have you ever wanted to be double-fucked, Josh?”
He grinned at me and said very sweetly, “I already have, Stephen. Sanjay and his friend...well we tried it a while ago. It was awesome. Remember what I said about that dildo? It worked magic.”
I was surprised. I had no idea Josh was so into his ass. I said, “You're not very bisexual any more, are you?”
Now I had him laughing and Ilya took a deeper thrust into me as I slowed down. Josh licked his lips and adjusted his hips so my cock went in at a different angle. He said, “I guess not. I've always felt I was a seventy-thirty kind of guy, if you now what I mean.”
Ilya put his chin on my shoulder and said, “Seventy percent gay, I assume.”
I started to fuck Josh again, only harder and thus Ilya's cock fucked me that much harder. I said through a moan and a whole bunch of feeling that ran through my body, “I guess I'm about the same. Who knew?”
But that thought disappeared as the feeling at the end of my cock which was like a little flame caught and went nuclear my mind stopped working as wave after wave went through me and I could feel my cock blasting cum into Josh. I stopped moving, still unable to breath or think as Ilya found his own edge and chased it, fucking fast as my ass opened to my future husband even more and he bit my ear and I felt his body shudder and he thrust so hard I fell forward, my cock slipping out of Josh so I was lying on top of him as Ilya finished himself on top of this guy sandwich that was all sweaty and intense.
I felt his cock pull out of me and then I was able to sit up. Josh was lying there, fisting his cock. He pulled himself up and took my head in his hands and slid his dick into my mouth just as it started to jet big ropes of cum into my throat. It was a lot and I swallowed a bunch, his cum all sharp and tangy, the rest drooling all over my chin. He pushed his cock really deep into my throat and his balls, all scratchy and hairy, sat on my chin. I could smell cum and sweat and guy and it was so intense I wanted to cum all over again even though that was clearly impossible.
Josh pulled out of my mouth and collapsed onto his back again. Ilya, who had been watching us, pulled me down beside Josh, intertwining his legs with mine so we could kis slowly and lazily. I felt Josh turn and nudge his softening cock in between my ass cheeks and he threw his arm over my chest. The three of us lay there, our breathing getting quieter, our sweat cooling. I could feel Josh's cock still oozing cum, getting my ass all sticky.
After a while, Ilya got up and left the room. I could hear him getting glasses and he came back with a tray. He sat on the bed and handed glasses to us and I realized how thirsty I was as if all the cum I had given had dehydrated me.
I must have dozed off at some point, because I woke up and saw Josh standing there with his clothes on. He said, “I've got to go, guys, or Sanjay will send out a search party.”
I felt the obvious implications. I said, “Are you two going to live together?”
He looked almost embarrassed and said, “Well, he kind of spends all his time at my place now. And I have more space, so...”
I felt really happy for them. My matchmaking had been successful. I got up and hugged him and gave him a big kiss. I said, “Thanks for all your work, Josh. And thank Sanjay for us. We really appreciate it.”
Josh hugged me and slapped my ass at the same time, then he turned and left. Ilya stood there for a second looking at me with an inscrutable look on his face. He said, “Let's go to bed.”
I got up and we went into the other room, our room, the room that was just for us. We cuddled up together and I could tell that something was happening with him. His body felt a little tense and he seemed remote but I was so tired I just closed my eyes and was asleep really fast.
When I woke up, Ilya was on his back beside me and I had folded myself over him in the night, my arm thrown across his chest and my leg draped over his, my knee nestled in below his cock. I dozed off.
When I woke up again, he had turned onto his side, away from me. I could tell right away something had shifted in him even more. I sat up and stretched, wondering what to say, but instead I lay down, spooning him, nuzzling my cock in between his muscular ass, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him closer.
He was still for a second, then he turned and I felt his hand take hold of my cock. But it felt odd, as if it wasn't him, just some random hand. He stroked me and then he started to kiss my chest, then down to my belly, until his lips met the head of my dick which was pulsing. He sat up and my whole cock slid into his mouth and he quickly began to inhale me, then pull back and do it again. It felt nice, but somehow I knew it wasn't really Ilya doing it. I reached down and held him still even though I wanted to fuck his face and experience the Ilya that I had quickly become used to. But he wasn't there at that moment. I said, “What's wrong?”
He pulled away from my dick and looked at me with a kind of desperate expression. “I just want to make you feel good, Stephen...” He sat up and looked at me, stricken.
I thought a moment, then said, “That was too much last night, wasn't it?” He didn't answer and I knew I was right. It had been too much. For reasons I was just beginning to understand, having Josh join us had done something to him.
He lay down next to me and took my hand. His beautiful face looked drawn and tired. He almost mumbled, “If you need to find someone to have sex with...”
I cut him off. “No. I don't want to. We have an agreement about us being together and for me it's not just a choice. It's what I want. Tell me what's going on.”
He looked almost agonized, and said, “But you are such a sexual person...”
I laughed but not with any enjoyment. “Yes I am. But now I am a sexual person who wants to have sex with you. And some day what we did last night with Josh will be one of the ways you and I have sex, but not yet. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner.”
He turned to me, tears filling his eyes. “But I don't want to frustrate you...”
I found myself feeling passionate. “Ilya, you make it sound like I'll die if I don't have sex at least once a day. It's not like taking insulin or something. I really like sex, but I'm just fine if I don't have it. I'd rather know that you are feeling all right than worry about getting it on.”
He didn't say anything and I could tell he wasn't convinced. But there was nothing I could do about that. But I knew what I could do. I asked, “Tell me why last night did this to you.”
He sighed and said, “I'm not sure. I think it was the intensity or something. The freedom? The way it seemed like the three of us could have done anything? I know it's doesn't make sense, but afterward it felt like I had been too unguarded, broken some unspoken rule or something. Sergei was so single-minded. He would fuck me so hard it was painful and then he would be so sweet with me afterward and it was that contradiction: feeling raped and feeling loved, forced to be open with him and wanting to close myself to him. It somehow felt that way last night even though the conditions were totally different. I don't know if that makes sense...”
It did make sense to me. It was the reason I had the slightest hesitation about letting us have sex with Josh, as much as I wanted to. I took his hand and put it on my chest. I said, “So you enjoyed it, but then afterward you freaked out because you let yourself be free.”
He sat up and looked at me. “How do you do that? But you're right. That's exactly what happened. And now my body doesn't feel entirely safe. I mean...I feel safe with you. I always feel safe with you. But sexually, I feel a bit numb and uneasy.”
I nodded. I leaned over and kissed him very softly. But he responded and I could tell that he felt more relaxed. I lay back, still holding his hand. I said, “I'm going to make breakfast. Stay in bed.”
I got up and went into the kitchen – who need clothes? - and made coffee. I made my usual pancakes and all the while, wondered how he was feeling. I put everything on a tray and went back into the bedroom. He was sitting up looking at his phone. He had a little smile on his face and I wasn't sure what it meant. I put the tray down on the bed and we had a little bed picnic. He seemed to be settling and becoming more himself, being funny, repeating jokes that Deirdre, his colleague at the hospital had told him.
When we finished he collected our plates and put everything on the dresser then got back into bed. He stopped and looked at me with that little grin again and I could tell he was up to something. He crossed the room and grabbed his laptop and put in on the bed. He looked at his phone and typed something in then with a bigger smile, he turned to the screen toward me.
It was one of those sites – you know the ones – that has an enormous collection of porn of all kinds. He had found one and had got it ready to play. I looked at him, feeling a bit confused. I said, “What's this?”
He grin got bigger. “Well, I may not be up for having sex right at this moment, but I can watch you have fun in this way. I might even join in, but mostly I want to watch you.”
I felt odd and said, “When did you find this?”
Looking a bit uncomfortable, he said, “Last night when you were asleep. I wanted to find something for you...”
I put my hand on his face for a second, then said, “Are you sure? I mean, it won't bother you to watch me jerk off?”
“Why would it bother me? It would give me pleasure to watch you. And, frankly, make me feel less guilty. But mostly it will be fun.”
I still wasn't sure. I wasn't always a big porn watcher. Sure, sometimes. But certainly not with an audience. But at the same time I thought it might be interesting for both of us. Part of us getting to know each other even more. I said, “So what have you decided I should watch?”
He leaned over and kissed me, then pressed play. I could tell right away what it was all about. There was this guy – a really cute guy and a guy who looked a little like Ilya – kneeling on the floor of a slightly industrial looking room. He was surrounded by about ten other guys, all naked. They were all stroking their cocks and looking at him kneeling there. Tall guys, and shorter guys, beefy guys and slim guys. The guy kneeling was actually gorgeous and had a couple of tattoos on his shoulders. He had dark hair and big blue eyes. If I had met him in person, I would have been all over him. He was very slowly stroking his cock which was a perfect not-too-big, not-too-small size.
I looked at Ilya and said, “I guess you know me.”
With a little grin he said, “Yes. I know you. I know all about your little obsessions. I think you'll like this one.”
I felt a complicated bunch of things. I felt a rush of love, and warmth, but also my own guilt and embarrassment. I said, “Ilya...”
It was his turn to cut me off. “No. You have to let me have this, Stephen. I want to give you pleasure. And yes, I can't directly participate right now, but I can do this. It will make me happy. And like I said, I may even enjoy it myself.”
I turned back to the screen. The men around the kneeling guy were all stroking their cocks. The one in the middle was turning and looking at them with an excited expression. Hungry.
I was getting excited, too. My dick was hard and I took it in my hand. I looked at Ilya as if looking for permission and he just smiled at me, then said, “You need any...?”
I nodded and he reached over and got the little bottle. He squeezed some over my cock and it felt a little cold, but in a really good way. I massaged the lube into my cock with light fingers. I turned back to the screen.
I had watched things like this before where someone takes the cum of a bunch of guys, but this one seemed different. The guy on his knees seemed to be doing it with a different kind of energy, all sensual and serious. He didn't get all desperate and randy, he didn't growl or slurp or give you the sense that he was strung out on something. He seemed to be there because he was into it. Pure and simple.
The first guy moved close to him and the guy on his knees used his tongue in this way that seemed he was about to eat the best dessert. It snaked over the head of the guy's dick, wrapping around it. The guy was stroking slowly, but this guy ran his tongue over the head, over the guy's fist, down to the balls, then he kissed/sucked the shaft, moving slowly back up, sucking on the guy's finger, then flicking his tongue into the slit, then down to the cleft, then briefly sucking the whole head into his mouth.
Another guy stepped forward and he turned and started all over again. This second cock was big and meaty. I felt myself getting really excited but given the scene, knew I had to pace myself if I was going to see the whole thing, which I wanted to. I wanted to see what this guy would do. While still stroking myself slowly, I turned to Ilya. He was sitting, leaning against the headboard watching me with a little smile. He wasn't hard but he seemed relaxed and content which made me happy, made me feel that this was a little gift he was giving me and his trauma-induced reaction from the night before was maybe starting to fade away.
The second cock was – when the camera panned out – attached to a really good-looking guy with a normally proportioned body and long, blonde hair. He looked down at the guy licking the end of his cock with a little smile. His chest was all furred with blond hair and he had thick pubic hair that accentuated the size of his dick. The cock-sucker – that's what he was – tried to swallow it all, but only got so far. He pulled back and snaked his tongue around the head a few times. The long-haired blonde ran his hand through his hair.
A third guy pushed forward and the kneeling guy turned to him, to his thick, muscular cock and did his tongue thing again, this time starting from the base and lapping it all the way to the top before sucking on the end, his cheeks hollowing from the pressure. The guy moaned and put his hand on the back of his head and pushed his dick in, fucking his face a few times.
The fourth guy came into view and things went from there. The cocksucker sucked each one of them in turn, cycling probably three times. Occasionally he would stoke his cock, but not really seriously. It wasn't until the first guy appeared for the fourth time, that he gave himself a real stroke. Mostly because as the guy massaged his cock, and the cocksucker's tongue was tickling the underside, a big glob of precum oozed out which drooled on to his tongue and he swallowed it with a moan.
That really set me off and I stroked myself along with him. I wanted to be him, I realized. I wanted a roomful of cock in that moment. I knew it probably would never happen, but a guy can fantasize, right? After the cocksucker sucked up the precum, the guy began to stroke his cock more energetically while the cocksucker used his tongue to bathe the head, keeping it shiny with spit and precum.
The guy jerking his dick started to gasp and he pushed his cock forward and just as the cocksucker's tongue went over the head, it erupted with long ropes of cum that covered his tongue and then his lips. He kept his tongue moving, allowing the cum to cover it, some of it dripping down, but most of it he let run into his mouth. He was moaning and then he swallowed, looking up at the guy, his eyes wide.
Another guy moved up and the cocksucker wiped some cum from his chin and used it as lube on his own cock. Again, I felt a rush in my body and in my dick. I turned to Ilya and he was watching me intently. His cock was half-hard which I took as a good sign. I said, “You're into watching me, I guess.”
Ilya smiled and said, “I think I'm getting over last night. And yes, I like watching you. And you know, Stephen. I like the idea of watching you do what that guy is doing...is that weird?”
Now I was interested and amazed. I almost came. I stopped moving my hand and looked at Ilya. “Really? I mean...I was just fantasizing that I would do that. That I would suck a roomful of guys off with you watching. I assumed it was too weird.”
Ilya laughed. He said, “I may have had some trauma, but I'm still a dirty boy. So it looks like we're both dirty boys...”
I laughed and gave myself a stroke. Ilya took hold of his cock and did the same. Not very eagerly, but he was hard. We both turned back to the screen as if we were now wondering if we could make it a reality some day. I could hardly believe it.
The cocksucker had taken a few more loads while we were't watching. His chin had a few ropes of cum hanging down, half of it coated in shiny cum, a big dollop on his nose. He looked insane with lust. I stroked myself a few more times, but I knew what was coming. The tall dude with the huge cock was still waiting and I assumed he would be the last. I got the feeling they had some chemistry or that maybe the tall dude was his boyfriend.
Sure enough, after three more guy blasted into the cocksucker's mouth, the tall guy stepped forward. The head of his cock was wet and he was stroking himself slowly. The cocksucker looked up at him and grinned and they both chuckled as if they could't quite believe what they were about to do. The cocksucker leaned forward and licked the head, then slurped the end in with his tongue busy. The guy moaned and started to jack his dick faster while the cocksucker kept the head on his tongue, his lips massaging the end.
With a long, low, moan, he stroked his cock faster and about a six spurts of cum went directly into the cocksucker's mouth. Just as that happened, I felt Ilya behind me. He pulled my ass up and with a fair bit of force, he slid his cock into my hole and started to fuck. He had clearly gotten over the night before. He leaned down and said in a low, Russian sounding voice, “Cum for me, cocksucker.”
That did it. I was still resting on my shins, so I pushed my torso back and started to pump my cock fast, still watching the guy on the screen swallowing cum, then sucking on that huge pole of a thing and then his own dick exploded all over the floor in long, messy ropes.
I did the same, jets of cum hitting the bed and Ilya fucked me even faster, almost pushing me forward and I could tell he was giving me a load. He kissed my shoulder and gasped a few times, wrapping his arms around my torso to give himself leverage for the last few thrusts.
The guy on the screen, having swallowed and kissed the big cock of the long-haired guy, leaned down and licked his own cum off the floor, still moaning. This guy was an Olympic-level cum slut and all I could thing about was the day when I could do the same.
I felt Ilya pull himself out of me and I turned and watched him lay back down. His cock was all shiny and wet. I leaned down and cleaned it off, enjoying the flavour of him and me. Then I lay down beside him and said, “Are you still doing all right?”
He gave me a tired laugh and said, “Yes. I'm really fine. Whatever we just did seemed to work. Like a spell. I feel good.”
I turned and kissed him and then kissed him again. I said, “Well if ever you're not, we'll get through it. It doesn't matter, Ilya. And on good days, we'll have a lot of fun together. Or whatever else happens. We're together.”
His eyes filled with Russian tears, but they were also sincere tears. He kissed me and lay his head on my chest. He said, “I'm glad. I'm relieved....”
“Me too.”
We were quiet for a while. I was just listening to him breathe. My stomach gurgled and he chuckled, but didn't say anything. But after a few minutes, he sat up and bent his legs so he could wrap his arms around them. He said, “What I said about us being dirty boys...I hope you weren't offended.”
I was amazed and sat up, taking his hand. “Ilya...how could I be offended? You know me by now, right? I have a cum fetish. There's no two ways about it. You picked that video for a reason. So yeah, if you want to be a dirty boy with me, that's what I want, too. There's no way I could do any of that kind of stuff without you.”
He nodded and I could tell he was fighting tears again. He said, “My therapist says I'm getting there. I'm going to get over this. I mean, I am getting over this. I couldn't have done what we've been doing in the last day or so if I hadn't.”
I wondered what he and his therapist talked about but whatever it was, it was making a difference. I said, “I'm glad therapy is helping.” I kissed him very softly and slowly. I felt a wave of love rush through my body and I wrapped my arms around him and we sat, face-to-face, and considered the future.
