Author: Dane Lowell
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Chapt. 55 – 2240 words
Columns :: Lose a few (centimeters), gain a few (tons)

MOSCOW, April 21, 2004 -- Comments:   Ratings:
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Meeting with Valodya – Shurik vs. Yegor
At last: sex with Long Seryozh
Telling Yegor I had sex with Shurik
"Who has the biggest cock?" Not Valodya
Yegor and I buy a bed



MOSCOW, April 21, 2004 -- Some good news and some bad news.

The bad news is that Volodya’s cock isn’t eight inches long. The good news is that I’m going to get to measure it myself!

I was in the Alfa-Bank Express bank at Novoslobodskaya this morning trying to open an account so I can send Vanya $ 150 to survive for a little while longer when Volodya called. He was at Belarusskaya Station wondering when I would be home.

I decided opening the account right that minute wasn’t so important after all.

Volodya was waiting for me in my courtyard.

First of all, he wanted to know all about Shurik. He and Shurik are from the same area – Pyategorsk -- and actually have common acquaintances. And they like each other.

So I told him what had happened when Shurik dropped by last week, including the aftermath, as follows:

After Yegor had snorted “Unfortunately!” to my reply that, unfortunately, I was not heading for a secret tryst with Shurik, but to my class at Corning, he hadn’t gotten home till 3:00 the next morning. I had called his mobile phone repeatedly, but he was always “unavailable.”

Was he that pissed, I wondered.

But when he finally got home, I discovered that it was because the cops had stopped him; and, because he didn’t have proper Russian registration, they had tossed him in the clinker for a few hours.

He finally bribed them with the 300 rubles – about $ 10 – he had gotten from teaching his student that evening; but by that time the metros had quit running and he had had to walk home – about 2 miles. All in all, he was not a happy camper.

“Where have you been?” I asked perplexedly, when I let him in. “With my lover!” he snapped sarcastically.


Long Seryozh had come over that evening, and we had played penny ante poker with Alyosha, who was flying the next morning to Hong Kong to spend a month with Hong Kong Harry.

When Yegor rang the doorbell at 3:00 in the morning, Seryozh and I were finally just getting down to business in what turned out to be a fairy tale night of sex. His is eight inches, and with “redundant foreskin,” as they used to describe it in the Providence Clinic in Seattle when the skin fully covers the head and projects beyond in a perky little tit at the very end – even when it’s fully erect. It was an unbelievable sight.

I had gone to bed about 1:00 after making a bed for Alyosha on the floor of Anton’s and Yegor’s room, expecting that Seryozh might bed down with him for a little unbridled passion. They did spend a few minutes together, but not long enough to have sex.


I woke up when Seryozh came into the room. He took off his T-shirt and lay down beside me in his shorts. I put my arms around him and kissed him. “Good night,” he said. “I want to sleep.”

“Okay,” I said, as my arm slid down to his crotch. I could feel the sleeping giant. I began caressing and stroking and the sleeping giant got gianter. I reached into his shorts and gently began pulling the full length up from between his legs. I continued caressing and it continued getting stiffer. I started pulling down his shorts.

“Hooligan!” he said, raising his haunches so I could get them down over his hips. Then I pulled off my “Sleepless in Seattle” nightshirt and changed positions so I could be on his right side, where I could get a better angle on his rising cock. I had just gotten the full eight inches down past my epiglottis when I heard the door open.

“I’m sorry I was so rude,” Yegor said. I managed to free my tongue long enough to reply, without looking up, “That’s okay; we’ll talk about it in the morning,” and resumed my task as I heard the door close.

I sucked and stroked, etching every second indelibly into my memory. I learned the true meaning of “savoring every moment.” Who knows how many times – or even if– this will ever happen again? Thinking perhaps he was actually lying there bored and merely humoring me by letting me play with his gigantic toy, I asked, “do you want to come?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied. His voice had the smile of someone in the throes of pure enjoyment.

I removed the focus of my mouth from his cock to his lips, and we kissed lovingly as I continued the up and down motion. Then a most amazing thing happened. This tall, beautiful, exuberant, affectionate 22-year-old reached down and started stroking me! No one since Max – not Misha, not Vanya, not Sasha, not Anton, not Shurik, not Slava, not Otar, not …whoever else – has one of my sex partners, except a time or two Yegor, jerked me with the intent of bringing me to orgasm. I was enraptured. Something special was going on here.

“Do you want me to come?” I asked. “Mmm-hmm.” It didn’t take me long. And then he continued to massage my dick and to immerse his hand and fingers in my cum and smear the profuse stickiness around my cock and belly.

He hand soon replaced mine on the shaft of his cock, and he continued to pump while I kissed and caressed. He continued jerking even after he came, so I couldn’t really get my mouth around his cock to swallow what he was so effusely ejecting.

Neither of us showered. We hugged and kissed and then we turned to sleep. I held him tightly as we both slept naked through the blissful night.


The next day, I finally got around to telling Yegor that I had seen Shurik, but I said I had met him at the McDonald’s at Novoslobodskaya Station. “And he didn’t ask me to rent an apartment for him here in Moscow,” I smiled, alluding to the dream Yegor had had a few days earlier.

I didn’t tell Yegor that Shurik and I had had sex or that he had asked me to foot the bill for his first year at Pyategorsk University. Yegor was a little pouty the next day and finally got to the reason why: “I keep having the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me about Shurik.”

“There is,” I replied. “We had sex.”

Yegor was pissed. “After what he did to you, I don’t see how you would even want to see him, much less have sex with him,” he said in quiet anger. “How can I have respect for you if you don’t have respect for yourself?” He made it clear that it was either Shurik or him. “Don’t destroy my future,” he said quietly.

The road was indeed getting muddy. Even I began to see that I could not continue any relationship with Shurik – sexual or otherwise. And I certainly couldn’t toss him $ 700 that might be needed to get Yegor into the university.


Why did you tell Yegor that you had had sex with Shurik? Valodya asked. I was a little surprised, because I had assumed that Valodya wouldn’t ever lie. But he’s been living with his tyrant father long enough that he probably has had to lie sometimes to survive emotionally intact. Anyway, I told Valodya that Yegor was my partner, and I didn’t want him lying to me, and I wasn’t going to lie to him.

Valodya nodded.

After I told him that Shurik had hit me up for $ 700 and that Anton had told me that Shurik had actually told him on at least one occasion that he hated me, Valodya agreed: “I think he’s just manipulating you.”

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“I’m not going to see him again,” I replied.

By coincidence, at that moment the phone rang and – guess who! “I guess I’d better tell him now,” I said with a grimace. “No, don’t tell him now,” Valodya said. “Tell him later.”

So I spent the time explaining to Shurik why I didn’t have time to see him right now. I’ve been really busy, and the deadline for the May issue of Golf magazine is approaching, and I have a lot of editing to do on top of my normal teaching load.

“Call me when you have time,” Shurik concluded.


“Who has the biggest cock?” Volodya asked, getting down to more vital matters:
“Anton, Sasha, or Yegor?”

“Seryozh,” I replied without hesitation. “It’s 20 cm, as big as yours.”

Valodya grinned sheepishly. “Mine isn’t really 20 cm. It’s only average.”

“Well Seryozh’s is really 20 cm and it’s beautiful.”

“Do you and Yegor have sex?”

“No,” I replied.

“Because of his problem?” he asked, alluding to Yegor’s prostate infection, which Yegor says keeps him from maintaining an erection long enough to come.

“Not just that; I have a problem, too.”

“You have a prostate problem, too?” Vlad asked.

“No. Well, I do, but that’s not the problem. The problem is that he only likes anal sex, and I can’t handle it. The last time he fucked me it was two months before my ass was normal again.”

“How can you live without sex?” Vlad asked. “I can’t live without sex.”

“I can’t either,” I assured him.

“If I don’t have sex, I lock myself in the bathroom and….” he jerked his arm up and down in a masturbating motion.

“So do I,” I replied. “And of course, there’s also Sasha and Seryozh.”

“But I don’t like anal sex,” I reiterated. “I don’t like giving it or getting it.”

“I don’t either,” he agreed, curling his lip.

“Sucking cock is my thing,” I went on. “I love to suck cock. By the way, am I ever going to get to suck yours?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation! Yes!! And he was dead serious!!!

“But I have a problem. Guys don’t turn me on.”

“Well, you can just close your eyes and pretend I’m your girlfriend,” I smiled. “Or we can put on a straight porn film. I want to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had.”

“I’ll bet you could,” he replied, and I probably can, because I’m sure he hasn’t had that many.

“By now I’m an expert,” I boasted.

Anyway, it’s only a matter of time.

But we emerged from our chat much deeper friends than ever, and with the feeling of total openness and candor between us. If his dick has shrunk a few centimeters, our mutual love and respect have gained a few tons.

He also told me something else that is a little worrying.

I told him about Yegor’s plans to go to Moscow State University this fall.

“Can he pass the tests?” Valodya asked.

“He said if you pay money you don’t have to pass the tests,” I replied.

“That’s not true,” Valodya declared.

“If you’re a top student, you get free tuition, but MSU is the best university in Moscow. And even if you pay, you still have to pass the exams; and they’re very, very difficult.

“You know,” he added, “I think Shurik and Yegor were very close friends at first.”

“They were.”

“And I think Yegor told him some of his secrets. Shurik said that Yegor told him that he was planning to get $ 5,000 from you ostensibly to enroll in MSU, but actually to enroll in a cheaper university and pocket the difference.”

Shurik had actually told me that himself the day I asked him to leave, but I told him I didn’t believe it. But there’s a clear and unmistakable discrepancy between what Yegor told me about the exams and what Valodya told me, and I know that Vlad knows. When Yegor told me, I expressed doubt that just anybody could walk into MSU – by far the most prestigious and sought-after seat of higher learning in Moscow, plunk down your bucksi and start studying.

But Yegor had assured me that MSU had assured him that you could, and had called – or pretended to -- MSU while I listened. Not about the tests, but about the amount needed to enter if you’re not a Russian citizen.

“So be careful,” Valodya urged. He agreed to repeat what he had just told me the next time he, Yegor, and I are together, and we would see what Yegor says then.

But he’s raised a caution flag that I cannot ignore.


On Sunday, Yegor and I went to IKEA and finally bought a bed, one big enough – 2 meters wide -- for us to sleep on together without my disturbing him. Anton and I spent Monday putting it together, and Yegor and I slept on it Monday night and last night – sans sex, as usual.

It finally got christened last night. Sasha came to spend the night and Yegor went to bed early in his old bed in Anton’s room. There was simply nowhere else for poor Sasha to sleep but with me! He came twice. Our bed is no longer virgin.

By the way, I called Seryozh today. He’s coming back tomorrow night. Will this be a replay, or was that a one-act drama? Can’t wait to find out!


See also related pages:
Chapt. #56 - Things that Peak: Oil, Yegor, Sasha, Seryozh
Chapt. #54 - Should have read that detour sign