MOSCOW, December 12, 2005 -- Winter has hit with a pretty hard punch – about 5 to 8 degrees F. the last couple of days, and some snow. The season’s advent was preceded by one of my periodic chest infections that leaves me hoarse and congested for a week or two, but this time it’s gone on three weeks.
Home remedies -- or rather ignoring it completely -- don’t seem to be doing the job, so I may have to break down and go to a doctor, which I hate; and take antibiotics, which I hate more.
But let’s face it: Without a voice, a charming old English teacher can’t peddle much charm!
After last Saturday night, the persistent question nagged: Was the conjugal union between my tongue and Zhorik’s cock an anomaly? Was it a one-night experiment for Zhorik? Would he ever let me slide his throbbing, stiff projectile past my eager epiglottis again?
In the last few days, we’ve developed a pattern: He and I watch TV together – he in his shorts in the arm chair adjoining the bed, and I with my head on the arm of the chair and my hands massaging the tantalizing coarse black hair on his legs and thighs. Fortunately for me, he’s really into tactile.
Then about 11:30 or 12, I kiss him goodnight and hunker down underneath the pillows while he continues to watch TV or play computer games. Then he comes to bed and we let whatever happens, happen.
Wednesday night he came to bed about 1 a.m. I woke up and massaged his stomach until he turned over for his back massage. When he rolled on his side toward me, I resumed fondling his naval and nipples.
As my hand lingered over the hair around his navel, I queried: “A little bit?”
“A little bit,” he agreed.
I quickly found his naked dick beneath the buttons of his shorts.
“Want to?”
Again, the nervous giggle: “I don’t know.”
I rolled him onto his back and pulled down his shorts and quickly had his dick in my mouth again. He came rather quickly.
“Has a girl ever sucked your cock?”
Huh-ugh
“Do you like having your dick sucked?”
“Not as much as fucking.”
Well, I’m not going to offer him my ass.
On Thursday night he again came to bed about 2. I massaged his stomach, then his back, then he rolled on his side toward me. I let my fingers slide. “Just a little bit,” he said, before I even asked.
I took hold of his dick, unbuttoned his shorts, and began playing:
“That’s enough.”
“Honey, I’d like to jerk off; can I?” He was hesitant: “You don’t want to? I asked.”
“Well, Okay.”
I started jerking both of us; he quickly got hard. “Can you erect it?” I asked.
“Where are you going to come?”
“In my shorts.”
He began erecting, and about the third time his dick jumped toward the ceiling, I exploded.
I held him and we chatted more “pillow talk.” He seems completely comfortable with the arrangement. As we lay in the bliss of post-coitus, I said, “As long as we have sex sometimes, and I can jerk off to you, we will have a very happy relationship.”
“But not too often.”
And that seems to be his only admonition: “Not too often.”
“Do you know what Sergei is going to get you for Xmas?” he asked. “A bracelet, but don’t let him know I told you.”
“Where’s he getting all this money from?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t think you should take more than $ 300 to Stavropol,” he said. “And if you give me $ 500 to go to St. Peterburg, don’t tell Andrei. He’ll want to ‘borrow’ it.”
Zhorik had asked me if I could give him $ 200 to buy Oleg a computer so they can e-mail each other. I’m extremely skeptical, but he says you can buy a cheap one for that. I’ll give him another $ 200-$ 300 for the trip. Hence the $ 500.
“I won’t give it to you till we come back to Moscow,” I replied.
“Okay. Good night,” he said.
“Good night; I love you,” I replied.
“I love you.”
It’s the first time he’s ever said it!
Friday night, he told me he wanted an Apple iPOD with 23 megabytes of memory. It seems Anton has a friend who wants to sell his for 4,500 rubles – $ 150 – about a third of the cost of a new one. “Okay,” I agreed. “Maybe it’ll be your Xmas present, or your New Year’s present, or your birthday present, or maybe just because I love you.”
“It can be my New Year’s present,” he smiled.
We did more of the leg hair massaging before I passed out about midnight.
I awoke during the night to see him and Sergei watching porn clips on the computer. He took a bath before coming to bed about 3. I began massaging his back: “I’m tired. I want to sleep, he said.”
“Did you jerk off in the bathtub?”
“Huh-ugh.”
So I waited until he was asleep and then jerked his stiff and undulating dick until I came. Didn’t take long.
I thought maybe he had awakened and realized I was jerking off and began erecting to help me – especially since, as soon as I came, he rolled onto his stomach.
But last night I asked him. No, he didn’t wake up; he wasn’t aware I was playing with his dick and jerking off.
When I woke him about noon on Sunday so he could go buy the iPOD, he was lying on his back. I massaged his chest, his nipples, his naval, and then I pulled the covers down and my elbow felt his erecting cock. I played with it a little. I think he would have let me take it out and play with it – maybe even suck it -- if Sergei hadn’t been in bed next to him. Anton’s friend Oksana had spent the night and Sergei had had to crawl into bed with us about 5 in the morning.
Thus ended our first week of what the Russians charmingly describe as “chocolate and roses.” I am very content, very happy. I think he is too.
Of course, we haven’t seriously faced “the girl thing” yet!
“I’m in real trouble.” It was Yegor’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“I haven’t taken any university tests, and the dean says I have to do something right away.”
I remembered last year’s charade, when he had been too busy studying for the airline steward’s course to take the university tests, and had had to pay $ 100 to get a passing grade for each test he had missed (Chapt. 102).
“How much is it going to cost you?”
“$ 450 or $ 500.”
“Yegor, I can loan you the money, but I’m not going to give it to you.”
“I promise I will repay it by the 15th of January. That’s the day I get my big paycheck.”
“Okay.”
So at this rate, Yegor will graduate from the university without ever having taken a real test or even attended more than a few classes. This is a university education in Russia!
Speaking of quality Russian education, Tarp Honseker e-mailed me this week. He has been editing the third part of our interview on the effects of peak oil in Russia: “….Taking me a long time. Meanwhile, the events in the world move only faster, giving me more to write about.
Dane - You remember Jim S. Jim is wondering if you could be interested in teaching a political course at __________ University. So if you are interested, let one of us know.
I told Tarp that I’m certainly interested, though I have doubts about my credentials and qualifications. He replied:
I think you would be great as a professor. However, there are some particulars which may be considered either negative or positive, depending upon your outlook. Jim says that ________ is a kind of Ptomkin University. A name without substance. That might be considered a good thing for experiencing professorship if you look at the academic process not too seriously. Otherwise, it could be stressful. I hear that they can pay well so that is another consideration and they let you run your class pretty much as you want.
My interest is definitely piqued, especially after Jim subsequently wrote that “You may be a good fit for more than just that class. We are also looking for someone to fill some English classes in the evening and Saturdays. If you are interested in seeing what might be available in our course catalog for you to teach, please send me your resume and I will pass it along.”
So this weekend, in addition to other things, I am doing a quick update in creative resume writing.
I also have to recover an interviewing voice. I think I will go to the doctor this week and do something.
Actually, I talked to one of the teachers in my school who had the same thing last week. She went to the doctor, who told her to stay home for a week and rest her voice. So I’m going to do that, starting tomorrow. I won’t have to go to the doc and I won’t have to take antibiotix.
It’ll also give me a chance to catch up on a lot of overdue projects – a haircut, for instance, and sculpting a new resume.
Putin succeeded in eliminating one more rein on his power this week when his stooge Duma 373-54 revoked its own power to open investigations into the executive and judiciary branches!
The legislature will no longer be able to investigate activities of the president, the police, or the courts, or to open an investigation into a criminal matter that is already under investigation in a criminal case.
In another action, the duma also made the “Public Chamber” -- another Kremlin lap dog whose members are handpicked by the Kremlin -- responsible for guaranteeing freedom of speech. We can all breathe easier and speak more freely now – especially the media.
