My name is Andrei.  Never mind my surname.  It is too difficult to pronounce or spell for most English speaking people.  I am considering changing it to Smith or something simple like that.  I immigrated to the United States from Russia about ten years ago when I was sixteen.  I am now a proud citizen.  My English is quite good, and I have an excellent position as an accountant in a textile factory.  I own a two family home in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, NY.  Brighton Beach is mostly populated by Russian immigrants.

I have only one relative in Russia, my cousin Valentin.  He just turned twenty.  The rest of my family disowned me because I am gay.  If I hadn’t gotten out of Russia, they most likely would have turned me over to the authorities, and I would certainly have been imprisoned.

Val has begged me over and over again to help him get to the United States.  He doesn’t dare put it in writing, but he has given me subtle hints that we are not only cousins, we are brothers.  He starts his letters with “Dear Brother.”  We have the same unpronounceable surname, so he can get away with it.  I made it my mission to rescue him.  To that end I have spent the last five years wading through more red tape, and filling out more forms, than I ever dreamed I would.  I sponsored him, and got him a job in the factory where I work.  Last week, Val got his visa, a social security card, and a valid green card.

Tomorrow, Friday, is his big arrival day.  I gladly paid for his passage.  I am taking the day off to greet him at JFK.  I haven’t seen Val since he was nine or ten years old.  I don’t even know if I would recognize him, so I prepared a placard with his name on it.  I told him that I would meet him outside of customs and immigration, and to look for the placard.

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I got to the airport far too early, but I was too excited and fidgety to stay home.  I waited patiently in the waiting room, and glanced at the arrivals board every few minutes.  At last the board indicated that Val’s plane had landed.  I made my way to customs, and waited even more patiently for Val to come out.  I held my placard high, and my arm began to hurt, so I kept switching arms.

Finally a young man started to approach me.  He was stunningly handsome, and I prayed he was Val.  My prayers were answered.

“Andrei, I’m Valentin,” he cried in English.  He only had one beat up suit case, which he dropped on the ground.  He wrapped his arms around me.  He was crying, and he started to kiss me all over my cheeks and lips.  I was not about to stop him.  I am five feet eleven inches.  I have sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and very little body fat, because I work out every chance I get.

The handsome man in front of me was at least six feet, two inches.  His hair was blond, and his eyes were brown like mine.  I wondered how alike, or unalike, we were in our private areas, and reckoned that I would find out soon enough.  I do know that my heart was racing at the very sight of him.

“Welcome to America,” I said to him in Russian.

“Please,” he said, “I have been studying English for a long time, and very diligently.  Speak to me in English, so I can learn.”

“Of course,” I said.  “Now pick up your bag, come with me to the parking ramp, and I’ll drive you to your new home.” Val smiled at me, and he became even more beautiful.  I wanted him desperately, but I vowed to be a perfect cousin/brother, and the ideal host.

The ride to Brighton Beach was long, and the traffic was awful, so it was easy to point out interesting things along the way.  Val seemed excited about viewing the little snippets of New York City we were able to see on our drive home.  He and I had grown up in a very small village, and I think Val was overwhelmed by the panorama unfolding before him.

I told him that our home was on the first floor of a duplex which I owned.  “The upstairs apartment has three bedrooms, and is easier to rent out to a family.  We only have two bedrooms,” I explained to him.

“Three bedrooms; two bedrooms,” Val said.  “You must be very wealthy to own a house with so many bedrooms.”  I was reminded that back in Russia, a family of four, five or six, often shared a one bedroom flat.

“I’m comfortable, but hardly wealthy,” I assured him.

It’s a tight squeeze, but my driveway is wide enough for two cars to park side by side.  I pulled the car in as far to the left as was safe, and smiled at Val.  “We’re home,” I said, and his tears flowed again.  When we entered the apartment, he cried even harder.  I wrapped my arms around him, and asked him to get himself together.

“I don’t want you to cry anymore,” I said.  “You’ll get used to everything.  You have all weekend to settle in, until we go to work on Monday morning.”

“I can’t wait,” Val said, earnestly.

I took him to his bedroom, which had a standard double-sized bed, a side table with a lamp, a dresser, and a closet.  Earlier that week, I had purchased a smart TV for him, and it stood on the dresser with the remote beside it.  He stopped in his tracks at the threshold. 

“Such luxury,” he murmured.

“Come, I’ll show you the rest of the apartment,” I said.  “We have to share a bathroom.”  That was no problem for Val, and certainly not for me in my present state of sexual arousal.  My room was much like his, only larger, and I had a queen-sized bed. 

Val looked at the bed and said, “Three people could sleep comfortably in that bed.”

“Yes, I said, “and three people have.”

At last, Val’s tears were gone, and he broke out laughing when I told him that.  His laughter got me laughing also.  When he could breathe again, he said, “I can’t wait to share that bed with you.”

I was struck dumb.  “That would be very inappropriate,” I finally managed to say.  Val looked disappointed.

“Please, Andrei,” he pleaded.  “I came to America to be free, and that includes free to be gay.  I love you with all my heart, and I know how much you love me.  Just look at all the things that you have done for me.”

He grabbed me and started to kiss my lips.  I was astonished, but out of pure instinct and muscle memory, I opened wide, and we began to make love.  Our tongues were tickling each other, and Val was laughing and crying at the same time.

“I pulled away from him.  “Yes,” I said, “we will make love, but not now.  Tonight we’ll go to bed and fuck each other into kingdom come.  We not only have all night, but we have all weekend.”

Val looked disappointed.  “What will we do until then?” he asked.

“Be patient, Little Brother.  First of all, I insist that you shower, and clean away the long trip you have just completed.  Then I’m going to take you out to your first bountiful American meal.”

So where did I take him?  I took him to a Russian restaurant in Brighton Beach

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The meal was indeed bountiful, and very delicious.  It far surpassed any meal he had ever eaten in Russia. 

“I’ll have to be careful,” he said, “or I’ll get fat.”

“I’ll get you a membership at my gym,” I said.  Val had no idea what I was talking about. 

He was very anxious to get home, but I wasn’t.  I was still very apprehensive, not because we were cousins, but because I didn’t think it was appropriate.  Even with all that going on in my head, I couldn’t wait to take his cock into every opening in my body.  In spite of my desires, I ate slowly, enjoying my meal.  To delay further, I ordered after dinner drinks, and Val gave me a funny look.

His demeanor prompted me to say.  “Relax, Little Brother.  I told you, we have all weekend to make love.”

He laughed.  “It is not accurate that you keep calling me ‘Little Brother.’  I’m taller than you are,” he corrected me.  How could I explain a colloquialism to him?  I just smiled.

During the evening, several of my friends came over to say hello.  I did indeed introduce Val as my brother, newly arrived from Russia.  They all kissed him on both cheeks and wished him well.  After dinner, I socialized with a few of them, but I looked at Val, and realized that if we didn’t get home soon, the poor boy was going to explode. 

I excused myself.  “Valentin has been travelling all day,” I explained.  “He’s very tired.  We have to get home so he can get some rest.”  I said that knowing full well that we would get very little rest.

As soon as we got through our front door, and locked it, Val was all over me.

“No!” I said adamantly.  “I want to make love.  I don’t want a lustful encounter.”

“You’re right,” he said.  “Tell me what to do.”

“Let’s get undressed, and shower together,” I said.

“But I showered before dinner,” he objected.  “I never shower more than twice a week.”

“In The United States,” I said with authority, “you will shower every single morning.  Anyway tonight’s shower is not for cleansing.  It’s for very sensual foreplay.”

Val knew exactly what I meant, and he smiled broadly.  We got undressed in my room, and we both left our clothes on the floor.  I started the water in the shower, and let it run until I was satisfied with the temperature.  I took his hand and led him into the shower.  He stood under the running water not knowing what to do.

I took the soap from the soap dish, and started lathering his back.  I squeezed his butt and caressed his crack.  When he began to purr, I inserted a soapy finger into his ass, and damn, he started to cry again.  Well, this time I knew it was for sexual joy. I got down on my knees and rimmed him for a while.  I turned him around and started to soap his chest.  Little by little I worked my way down his body, and engulfed his cock with my fist. 

I have neglected to describe his prick.  At that point in time, I hadn’t seen it flaccid yet, but he was uncut and it was about seven inches at that time.  He was also heftier than I am, and I’m pretty hefty.  In fact, other than that he is wider around, we are about the same size.  I didn’t worry about getting my fat cock into him.  He wanted it, and he was going to get it.  His fatter cock did not daunt me at all.

As I soaped and fondled his cock, I could tell that he was building to a climax.  I stopped fondling him immediately.

“Why did you stop?” he whined.

“You are perfectly capable of giving yourself a hand job.  I have better things in mind.”

I led him out of the shower.  I gave him a huge fluffy bath towel, and he dried himself.  I did the same.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested.  It was what he wanted, so he smiled and headed for my bed.

“Val,” I said, “we are going to make love tonight and all day tomorrow, and maybe Sunday also.  I don’t want us to knock ourselves out as if this was a quickie.  Let’s just do oral tonight, and after breakfast tomorrow, we’ll fuck.”

“Whatever you say,” he agreed, “but what is a quickie?”  I gave Val his first lesson in American English.

Right off the bat, Val wanted to play sixty-nine, but I vetoed it.  “When I suck you, I don’t want any diversions.  I want you to enjoy the blow job, and not be distracted by sucking me.  I want the same consideration from you.”

“Absolutely,” he said.  “I agree with you.”

“Lie down in bed on your back,” I said.  I fell on top of him, rubbing our cocks together.  Of course, our lips met immediately.  We kissed for too long, and then I started working my way down his body.  My tongue did not miss an inch of his beautiful temple.  I paid particular attention to his nipples, his belly button, the inside of his thighs, his toes, and of course, I rimmed him until he almost came.

I got him sobbing again.  I spent more than an hour at my task.  Val, kept begging me to get him off, but I paid no attention.  When I had no place else on his body to place my tongue, I began to swab up and down the underside of his shaft.  Immediately his balls hardened and began to shrink.  I gobbled him up, and he came screaming, spurting several spasms of jism down my throat.  I saved a little, and kissed him.  He accepted his residual cum with great relish.

I lay down side by side with him, and we continued to kiss and fondle each other.  “Catch your breath,” I advised him.  “Take plenty of time before you do me.”

“I’m ready now if you are,” he advised me.

“I’m ready too.”

“Andrei,” he continued, “I have a confession to make to you.  This is my very first time.  Do not hesitate to tell me if I am hurting you, or if I am doing anything wrong.  If you don’t correct me, how shall I learn?”

I had a virgin.  That really excited me.  “I promise you,” I said,” I’ll teach you everything I know.”

I had plenty to teach him, but not tonight.  He did everything to me that I did to him.  He emulated me exactly, except I do believe that he was even more passionate than I had been.  When I spurted down his throat, he swallowed every last drop.

Now he lay down beside me, and started kissing and fondling me.  As good as it felt, I said, “Let’s try to get some sleep, so we’ll be well rested for tomorrow’s joys.  I shut the lamp on my bedside table, kissed Val good night, and fell asleep after having had very satisfying sex.

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In the morning we showered together again.  Val was giving up his reticence to take daily showers.  In fact, he was enjoying it.

After we dressed, I said, “I’m not making breakfast this morning.  Instead I am going to introduce you to another joy, breakfast in New York.  It’s the best.  We can walk to the nearest coffee shop.  We call it a luncheonette,” I explained.

I ordered a typical American breakfast for both of us; orange juice, scrambled eggs with hash browns, a toasted bagel and coffee.  Val ate everything with relish, and declared that he ate more with this breakfast, than he ate all day back in Russia.  He started to say, “back home,” but he corrected himself to say “back in Russia.”  It was a sure bet that Val had completely divorced himself from the old country.

We returned home, and stripped even quicker than the night before.  Val fell right into bed, but I placed condoms and lube on my night table.  “Do we need condoms?” he asked.  I haven’t been with anyone except you.”

“But I have, and I have no intention of not seeing other men again.  I insist that you do the same, so you might as well get used to wearing the fucking things.  I might even bring a trick home, and he might want to do a three way, if you’re interested.”

“I’m interested, and I promise to wear condoms,” he said, “but please can we get started?”

“Sure,” I said, “but a little bit of smooching and foreplay would be nice.”

He smiled and fell into my waiting arms.  After lots of kissing with plenty of tongue, I told him that I would fuck him first so that he could see (and feel), how to properly prepare a partner for fucking.  “Lie down on the bed, and get on all fours.  There are many positions we can use.  I’m going to start you out doggie style, but first, I’m going to rim you.” 

I spent a good amount of time at that task.  I think that I was driving Val crazy again.  Then I began to stretch his ass.  I put some lube on my middle finger, and gently and slowly invaded his beckoning receptacle.  When I was all the way in, I began to ream him like a pipe.  I think I might have found his prostate, but I wasn’t sure.

“That feels wonderful,” he said.  “It doesn’t hurt at all.”

I was encouraged to insert a second finger with the same results, so I went to a third.  This time he said it hurt a little, but after some reaming, he relaxed and said he felt fine.  I put on a condom, and lubed both my cock and his ass.  I mounted him, spread his cheeks, and entered him.  He flinched a couple of times, but let me know that he felt just great.

“Tighten your ass as much as you can,” I said, “but when I tell you that I’m cumming, relax and relieve the pressure.  That will help me delay my orgasm.”  Val nodded.

“I began to stroke in and out of him, all the while kissing his neck and cheeks.  “Are you all right?” I asked.

“Yes, yes.  It feels wonderful, better than I ever dreamed.”

“Relax your ass now,” I said.  “I’m cumming.”  He did as I asked and as the friction decreased, my orgasm receded.  We went through this procedure three or four times, but finally I came, groaning and screaming like a banshee.  I wouldn’t admit it to Val (yet) but it was the most intense orgasm I ever had.  I couldn’t move, and my erection did not seem to want to soften, so I was able to stay inside of Val longer than I ever had before, with anyone else.

I was too pooped and too lazy to get off of Val, so I was delighted to hear him say, “I love the way you are laying on top of me.  It feels like you covered me with a blanket, but the blanket is your body.  You can stay like that as long as you would like.”

“I admit it feels wonderful.  However, it’s your turn to fuck me, but in a different position.”  I dismounted Val, threw the condom on the floor, and turned over on my back.  I placed a pillow under my butt, and told him to prepare my ass the same way I prepared his.  He seemed to be an old pro at it.  He was able to insert four fingers into me before I begged for his cock to enter me.  He put on a condom, which was too tight for him, and lubed it.  He added more lube to my ass, and entered me.  I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He was in a standing position when he started to pump, and I asked him to lean over and lie on top of me, just like he was fucking a woman.  He had never fucked a woman, but he got the picture.  Seconds later as he was pumping my ass, and I was manipulating my ass muscles, we started to kiss.

He never did tell me when he was cumming, but I knew.  I tightened and relaxed the pressure of my ass on his cock, and successfully delayed his orgasm.  Eventually, he came of course.  He did as I had done.  He threw the condom on the floor, and lay down beside me.  We rested for a while, knowing that we would continue to make love all weekend.

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On Monday morning, we took the bus to the factory at the western end of Brooklyn.  I introduced Val to the shop foreman, and he immediately put him to work in the cutting room.  I found Val in the cafeteria at lunch time, and he told me how much he enjoyed his work, and how happy he was.  He whispered in my ear, “I’ll be happier when we are in bed tonight.”

I was disturbed.  I didn’t want Val to fall in love with me.  I wanted him to play the field.  I vowed to do two things that day.  First off, I called a fuck buddy, and invited him for a three way at my place tonight, and that would include dinner.  He accepted immediately.  Then I vowed to find Val a boyfriend.  Little did I know that I would accomplish both goals that very night. 

Jamie Magnus was a real mutt.  He had done one of those DNA searches, and learned that he had Greek, Anglo-Saxon, and Native American blood in him.  For sure he wasn’t Russian, but he knew how to make love to one, and for that I was grateful.  He never stayed overnight, but this night he did, and he slept with Val in Val’s bedroom.  I couldn’t be happier.

When Val and I got home that night, I immediately pulled three frozen dinners out of the freezer, and we set the table together.  I could tell that Val had mixed feelings.  He was excited about the threesome.  It would be another gay experience for him.  On the other hand, he wasn’t happy to share me.  While we were preparing for Jamie’s visit, Val asked me to tell him about our expected visitor.

“Well,” I began, “he’s twenty-seven.  He’s about six feet tall.  He has black hair and dark brown eyes.  If I had to say who was prettier, I’d say that he was even more handsome than you.  His cock is thinner than yours, and maybe a little longer, but he’s cut.”

“Is he Jewish?” Val asked.

“No, but you will find that many men in America are circumcised.”

“Well,” Val said, “that will be another new experience.”

“Everything that is happening to you is a new experience,” I laughed.  “Just enjoy it.”

When Jamie arrived, he presented us with a bottle of vodka.  “I heard that you ‘Ruskies’ love this stuff,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said.  “You heard right.”

He and Val just stood there staring at each other.  I could tell that each was stunned by how handsome the other was.  Lightening, thunder, fireworks, and sparks were going off all around us.  I dared hope that these two might start dating, and Val would get over his obsession with me.

Even though the three of us looked forward to a night of pure pleasure, none of us rushed dinner.  Val and Jamie talked non-stop, filling each other in on their lives and their history.  I just sat and listened.  Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

It seemed like forever before we finally got to my bedroom.  We undressed rapidly and formed a daisy chain on my big bed.  We kept alternating whose cock we were sucking.  Finally, Jamie said, “This is wonderful, guys, but I’m getting close and I’d rather cum in someone’s ass.”

“Agreed,” I said, and we prepared to fuck.  Jamie and I decided to put our novice in the middle, and he was delighted to be there.  I lay down on my back at the edge of the bed, and placed a pillow under me.  Jamie helped Val’s fully protected and lubricated cock to enter me.  Then he prepared himself, and he entered Val.  Jamie started stroking first, and Val quickly picked up the rhythm. We all came within nanoseconds of each other.  Val collapsed on me dragging Jamie with him.  I had to ask them to disconnect and get off me, because I was having trouble breathing.  They seemed loathe to separate.

After the love making, we cleaned up and sat naked in the living room, just chatting and socializing.  Jamie and Val kept whispering in each other’s ears, and I pretended not to notice.  Then Val stood up, and said to me, “Andrei, Jamie would like to spend the night with me.  Do you mind?”

I assured both of them that I didn’t mind at all, and Val literally dragged Jamie into his bedroom.

Epilogue

From that night on, at Val’s invitation, Jamie spent almost every night in Val’s room.  Eventually, he just moved in.  The three of us did everything together, including clubbing on Friday and Saturday nights.  After I got comfortable with Jamie becoming part of the family, I began to bring tricks home, or I would spend the night at the home of a trick.  If I wasn’t lucky in the love department, they would ask if I’d like to do a threesome.  Needless to say I always accepted.  They were so handsome.

I was very happy for Jamie and Val.  Val had found paradise in America, and Jamie was transported there also, thanks to Val.  As for me, I told you, I’m not ready to settle down.  I’m having fun for now.  However, deep in my heart, I hope that Mr. Wonderful comes into my life someday in the near future. 

But I’m not admitting that to Jamie and Val.  They may get the urge to do a little gay matchmaking.

Posted: 05/19/17