Tyushenka au log

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Everyone in the station knows the boy as 'Tyushenka'. A few of them may have learned his real name once, may even remember, some may have at least guessed, but by now it's evolved through so many diminutives, he's just Tyushenka now. "You picky? Want to save some bullets?" A few of the locals may ask in answer to a traveler looking for a good time, "You'll want Tyushenka. Just ask Volodya, he'll hook you up."

Volodya, or Vladimir, is a man somewhere in his mid-to-late twenties, and is perfectly average in appearance, hard to tell from the rest of the Metro masses. But all the men in the station know him, and can point out his usual haunts to anyone who asks. Volodya himself is friendly enough. "Looking for Tyushenka?" he asks to most strangers who approach him- because why else would someone from outside the station specifically look for him? He's rarely wrong. He's all smirks as he names prices by the hour- and by number of participants if a client wants to bring friends. Sometimes Tyushenka is with him, sometimes even about unsupervised, sometimes Tyushenka is even the one naming the prices and counting out the bullets. But half the time, he's in his apartment, which Volodya will point a just-paid client to, Tyushenka waiting inside for whomever's rented him out.

He's a fairly pretty boy. He's short, about 5'4", and skinny, with narrow hips and a petit, round rear- not quite feminine but pretty cute; warm black hair fluffed about his head in a short semi-bob, pale olive skin, his face cute and probably would have been a bit handsome in that younger man way if not for some makeup carefully applied to it to bring out his softer, cuter features- blush and eyeshadow and even some eyeliner to better bring out his eyes... His eyes a foggy bottle-green, pupils shrouded in milky white. Completely unseeing, he does everything with his hands, careful and slow, feeling the walls as he moves, avoiding open areas, touching around to find items and feel them over to find the functions he needs, counting bullets with his fingers...

Waiting in his apartment, he's absolutely dressed for the role he lives. Volodya found some sexy things for him to wear that fit and even look good on him; fishnet stockings to cover his skinny legs held up by garters attached to his slightly worn corset, peacock green and trimmed in slightly frayed, dark lace; sexy, strappy heels he can barely walk in (and doesn't need to), and even a pair of lacy underwear in a green that mostly matches the corset. He almost looks the part of a pretty, sexy female companion if not for the way the panties bulge around his junk, even flaccid, and his chest, the flatness only accentuated by the way the corset curves around his bare pecs.

He lounges about on the ratty old bed (which is actually a pretty nice bed by Metro standards) surrounded by as many pillows his pimp could find to furnish the bed with, a hookah sitting on a surface nearby, with the mouthpiece held loosely in Tyushenka's hand as he occasionally takes a hit or two. He's looking as sexy and relaxed as he can manage, which is pretty fucking sexy and relaxed, as he waits for Volodya to find him a client to please...

itsAlana03/07/2018
Pavel has never been one to keep the pleasure out of his business, and when he's left with a spare few hours between meeting his contacts, he asks around for a hooker-- both because the ones he knew down here seem to have all gotten married and moved on to mothering, making them less valuable sources of information, and because he could use with a little relaxation. It's not long at all before he's pointed to the cheapest pimp in the station, being assured that if he's not picky he'll enjoy the man's whore, and subsequently ushered along to a surprisingly nice apartment for the price-- Pavel's first impression of the place is of luxury, or what passes for luxury in the Metro, the room inhabited by a slim and corseted figure with a hookah.

"Tyushenka, honey, you have a customer," Vladimir tells the hooker, chipperly, and Pavel blinks as his eyes adjust to the light. "He's already paid, so don't worry about that, okay?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
"Remind me to count bullets with you later, Vova," Tyushenka replies in a definitely masculine, albeit somewhat softened, voice that could easily shatter the 'illusion' for a pickier man. As Pavel makes his way in, Tyushenka turns his face only slightly towards the client as he straightens up slightly, bringing the hookah's hose with him, before taking another hit from it and smiling in the general direction of somewhere slightly to Pavel's left.

"How long do I have you for...?" He asks, his voice taking on a sultry tone, smoke wisping from his mouth as he speaks- the smoke has a certain distinct scent... it's not the regular kind.

itsAlana03/07/2018
THAT'S SOME WEED, YO.

Pavel is a little surprised to hear a man's voice, but after a glance over the hooker again-- ahhh, okay, that's... that must be why the guy's so cheap, yeah? Not a lot a dudes willing to pay full-price for a cute boy the way they would a cute girl. And the eyes, the off-center gaze...

Pavel Gets it, after a moment, and says, "Just a couple hours, chuvak," in a friendly voice, coming forward and sitting on the end of the mattress, looking Tyushenka over. Being a blind dude isn't exactly what Pavel was expecting, but the effect of the corset and fancy heels and the cute panties isn't ineffective, and he's pretty sure he'll be down for this...

Vladimir looks and sounds pleased as he says, "Yeah, of course, Tyushenka. Have fun, boys," and backs out of the room, leaving them alone together.

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka is very a guy, albeit one thats done a lot of shaving and preening to look as feminine as possible. Not even any hair on that chest! He is also very blind, and very sexy, and very high. But when Pavel speaks, he blinks and pauses very briefly as his mind tries to click on something- but it passes, and he brushes it off.

"Mm, longer than just one, though, means we can take our time... get to know each other a little." The tone of his voice and the way he starts to half scooch-half crawl closer to Pavel clearly indicates he means 'get to know' in the biblical sense.

itsAlana03/07/2018
Pavel breathes a half-laugh, and says, "I wouldn't mind that. You're pretty cute, eh?" He unfastens his jacket and tosses it lightly to the floor, then reaches out to lightly touch Tyushenka's thigh, right above the stocking, fingers half-covered in his gloves still and warm in the chill. "Do you do kissing? Because your mouth looks really nice, chuvak, I wouldn't mind giving it a kiss or two."

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka chuckles, "I'd hope so, Vova works pretty hard on that. Not that I can really tell." He wets his painted lips with his tongue, shivering just slightly at the surprising warmth of Pavel's fingertips against his thigh. "I'd be a pretty lame hooker if I didn't do kissing."

Before Pavel can be the one to to do the kissing, though, Tyushenka beats him to it- leaning in, nosing and nuzzling at Pavel's face until his lips find the other man's and presses a smooch to them, his bottom lip nice and plump...

itsAlana03/07/2018
Hey, not all hookers do, some prefer to use their mouths for other things--

But Pavel is definitely okay with this, and he hums, pleased, hand sliding up to Tyushenka's hip and his own soft lips pressing firmly for a second before he catches Tyushenka's lip between his teeth, nipping it lightly. "He has a good canvas to work on," he murmurs, because nothing wrong with flattering a cutie, and kisses him lightly, lips parting and tongue touching where he nipped.

His other hand seems to be lightly finding its way from Tyushenka's corseted belly to his flat chest, curiously spreading over the pec-- Pavel hasn't felt up a whole lot of guys, but this one isn't bad, eh?

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka makes soft, low, pleased noises at his lower lip being nipped and licked- he'll have to return the favor- but before he can respind properly, there's a warm hand spreading over his pec, causing the boy to groan, pushing his chest into the touch.

And now, Pavel's not the only one doing some feeling up. There's skinny hands with painted nails on him now, feeling up his chest and stomach over his shirt, to get a taste of what kind of client he has to work with, and what kind of shirt ue's wearing (and how best to help him out of it ahortly), all while Tyushenka gives a playful nibble of his own to Pavel's lip, before sucking on it lightly.

itsAlana03/07/2018
Pavel hums, curious and approving, at his hooker arching into his hand, groping him a bit more firmly and leaning into the nibble-- ahhh, that feels good, just as good as if a girl were doing it, and he hums again, even more approval apparent in his voice, his chest (a little soft with fat, but with soldier's muscles underneath) rising and falling with his quickening breath under Tyushenka's hand. "Hey," he murmurs, voice and breath warm against Tyushenka's lips, "why don't you come kneel across my lap, cute stuff? I want to get my hands on your ass."

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka's giggling at Pavel's request the moment he calls him 'cute stuff', and only giggles more at Pavel expressing his desire to handle his tush. "I like the way you talk." He murmurs, practically purring as he does as requested, moving a bit slowly and carefully, to feel his way around, since he can't see. "You should keep talking."

itsAlana03/07/2018
"Heyyy, I've got no problem with talking. What would you like me to talk about?" He helps Artyom move, putting steadying, guiding hands on him, kissing the corners of his mouth. "Would you like me to tell you how cute you look in that corset? How about how nice your chest looks, all frames like a pretty picture? It makes a guy want to get his hands on you, feel it up, maybe give you a nibble... see if you're as tasty a morsel as you look, chuvak." He lowers his head from Artyom's mouth to playfully close his mouth on Artyom's shoulder, and make exaggerated mmm-mmmmm!! sounds.

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
"Yes, yes exactly that-" He murmurs under Pavel's flirtation rambling, as he takes position over Pavel's lap, knees on either side of the other man's legs. When Pavel's mouth finds his shoulder, only to make yummy 'mm-mm!!' noises, the boy can't help but laugh, soft and bright. He loops his arms loosely around Pavel's shoulders, all smiles, nuzzling that shaved head. "You're awfully charming." He compliments against Pavel's peachfuzz, "I wonder if your face is as cute as you act..."

itsAlana03/07/2018
Pavel hums around his mouthful of Tyushenka flesh, and pulls back a little, and says, "What if I am? What if I'm the cutest guy you've ever had hire you? Because I, hah, I might be, if it gets me another, you know, kiss or two or ten..." He's laughing a little too, hands settling on Tyushenka's ass and squeezing appreciatively. "You know, I might even say I'm the cutest guy in the world-- not as high a bar as it used to be, but, you know, I'm still pretty great looking. I'm an Adonis." He is not an Adonis and he's pretty sure his cute hooker will be able to tell, even blind as he is, but you know what? No harm in exaggerating!

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Artyom can definitely tell, he could feel the softness over this guy's muscles, and he's pretty sure an Adonis doesn't have squishy bits. But Adonis isn't the end-all, be-all of attractiveness, plenty of men have been very, very attractive with softness on their bodies. "I'll believe that you're pretty cute at the very least." Tyushenka says, grinning and wriggling his rump playfully under Pavel's hands. "I know that you were pleasant to feel up a bit, and I like how your lips feel, and I like the shape of your hands..."

itsAlana03/07/2018
Pavel laughs a little more, a soft chuckle, and says, "Ahhh, blyat, these hands?" while squeezing again. "They ARE pretty good hands, chuvak, they let me grab cute butts and cute chests. And these lips? They're very nice, they let me kiss cuties like you..." He demonstrates that skill, too, kissing Tyushenka eagerly.

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
The squeeze earns a giggle from Tyushenka for Pavel, but the kiss earns an appreciative hum, and returned smooches, the boy just as eager, more than happy to have those plush lips against his, arms wrapping more securely about Pavel's shoulders and rump wriggling temptingly under those hands.

"Mmmh." He breaks the kiss, nuzzling his nose against Pavel's, before pulling back a bit to smile at him. There's a beauty mark on his right cheekbone- is that drawn on? That's kinda cliché and tacky, but it doesn't really detract from how cute Tyushenka is. "Is there anything else you wanted to do with your hands, or your lips? Maybe parts of you I haven't met yet...?"

itsAlana03/07/2018
Is is a cute-ass beauty mark regardless, and Pavel gives it a kiss, and singsongs, "Wellll~ I have something besides just my lap you could sit on, priyatel, something nice and big and firm... Would you like to say hello to that?" He's snickering, and one of his hands has made its way under Artyom's cute panties. U want sum dik?

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka's eyebrows woggle a little all playfully, and he snickers, "Maybe I do. And I think it wants to meet me, too..." He purrs, pulling his body in a bit closer to Pavel's, chest to chest. "I mean, I'm pretty sure it's what brought you to me, isn't it..? Doubt you're here only for conversation..." Though, a little chatter doesn't hurt!

He want sum dik.

itsAlana03/07/2018
Laughing at the woggling, Pavel wraps his arms around Tyushenka, and kisses his mouth, and pulls him close enough to feel something nice and big and well on its way to firm. "Sukaaa, it would love to meet you," he says, cheerfully, rocking his hips a little to nudge it against Artyom's crotch. "Want me to get it out so you can make friends?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
This close, Tyushenka can definitely feel how eager Pavel is, but also, Pavel might be able to feel that his hooker is feeling a bit eager too, half-stiff in his pretty green, lacy panties. "Yes, please." He purrs, rolling his hips pleasingly following the rocking of Pavel's. "Can't wait to get my hands on it."

itsAlana03/07/2018
It's always nice to have a hooker who loves their job! And Pavel can definitely tell that this one likes his job, or at least doesn't mind it-- shit, is it gay to kind of like the firmness of Tyushenka's cock?

Pavel quickly decides that it doesn't particularly matter if it is, and casually lifts Tyushenka off his lap (enjoy knowing that your client is actually pretty strong, Tyushka) to unlace his boots, kick them off, and shove his track pants and underwear off with them. "Ahhh, here we go, Comrade Boner, meet Tyushenka. Tyushenka," and he catches up Tyushenka's hand, kisses the palm, and then presses it against his fat cock, "meet Comrade Boner."

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
He DOES enjoy knowing his client is strong! Though he's not particularly heavy, still, it requires some decent measure of strength to casually lift an entire human being, even a short, skinny one. He makes a slightly alarmed noise in his throat at first, though, because it leaves him a little lost when he's suddenly placed elsewhere. He's already feeling his way back to Pavel, to nuzzle at his shoulder, before Pavel takes his hand to kiss it, and then introduce it to his dick.

"Comra-" He snorts, and then laughs a bit loudly, his cheeks going pink with mirth. "Hello, Comrade Boner." He says, failing to contain giggles as he speaks, even as he curls skinny fingers around said boner. "I see you are in a good mood this evening..."

itsAlana03/07/2018
Pavel is snickering, too, pleased that the hooker is playing along, and says, "He is in a good mood. He's never seen a boy as cute as you before, and he'd love to distribute his cum to you-- a socialist hero, Comrade Boner, if Lenin were alive he'd give him a medal." Pavel what are you even talking about??? Hopefully Tyushenka doesn't mind that his client's a fucking weirdo, and also doesn't mind that his client is kissing his fluffy dark hair and sliding a hand up his thigh, knuckles brushing a little shyly against Tyushenka's cock. "Ahhh, but I see you've got his cousin with you!" he mumbles, with a slightly nervous snicker. "Tell me, is Cousin Boner an outgoing sort? Should I introduce myself to him?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka *absolutely* doesn't mind that his client is a weirdo, because he's having fun, this guy is funny and charming! If only all his clients were like this! He doesn't think he's ever been this eager to sleep with a client before. He's all giggles and short of breath, cheeks pink, though they grow pinker as attention is brought to his own dick. "Ah, well..." He starts, getting a bit bashful, even as he's gently starting to stroke Pavel's dick. "Cousin Boner is a little bit shy, actually. He's a bit of a wallflower, you know..."

itsAlana03/07/2018
"Hmm!!!" Pavel's feeling a little pink himself, and makes a pleasured noise at the stroking of his cock, breath coming a little faster, ruffling Tyushenka's hair. "The kind of wallflower that just needs someone to strike up a conversation, priyatel? Or the kind that would like to stay on the edges of the party?" Ahhh, or how about-- "Or would he like to get all friendly with his cousin?" Pavel wouldn't mind trying frotting! He would very much like trying frotting, in fact, grinding atop Tyushenka, kissing the cute hooker, feeling up his chest and grinding and thrusting their cocks against each other-- as long as he's got a cute dude with him, it seems a shame not to try out things he hasn't had a chance to do before...

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
"Someone nice enough to chat with him would be nice-" He starts, but then Pavel brings up weird metaphorical dick-cousin potential-incest, and it makes Tyushenka laugh again, having to pause stroking Pavel because he's too busy giggling. "This metaphor is getting a bit ridiculous... Ahh, but maybe Cousin Boner hasn't seen his cousin in a while, and wouldn't mind spending some time getting friendly with him. A little hug, you know..."

He's back to stroking Pavel's dick, a bit more energetically this time, to coax him into action, maybe.

itsAlana03/07/2018
"What's ridiculous is-- is how cute you are," Pavel says, laughing breathlessly, his cock twitching eagerly in Tyushenka's hand, and he gently pushes his new favorite hooker to lay back on the mattress, turning to swing a leg over him and kneel across his thighs, thick cock not quite settling against the bulge in Tyushenka's panties until he shifts a bit-- and then they're cock to cock, only a thin layer of fabric between their dicks, and Pavel says, "Ahhh, there they are, saying hello to each other! The Boner family is reunited." He hooks his fingertips in the waistband of Tyushenka's panties, and slowly pulls them down off his cock, humming cheerfully to himself as more and more of their cocks touch each other skin to skin-- ahhh, what a nice feeling! "I believe Comrade Boner quite likes his cute cousin," he murmurs, sounding very pleased.

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
Tyushenka is compliantly malleable, easily letting himself be pushed down against the bed, making himself comfortable a bit before Pavel is straddling his thighs, and introducing their dicks to each other- exposing Tyushenka's in the process. His cheeks are red and his cock is almost entirely erect, and quickly getting there as Pavel's brushes against it.

"Does-" He's interrupted by one of his own giggles, and then rolls his hips slightly, "Does he want to let Cousin Boner know that? Ehehe, a little physical affection, maybe? I think Cousin Boner would like that, he really admires his cousin..."

itsAlana03/07/2018
"Maybe he does! And maybe I'll show cute little Tyushenka that I quite like him, too, while I'm at it--"

Pavel tugs off his gloves, tossing them towards his jacket, and leans down over Tyushenka, one arm setting beside his head, close enough to warm his face and for his fingers to brush Tyushenka's hair as Pavel kisses him; he uses his other hand to wrap around their cocks, moaning softly as his thick cock is pressed against his cute hooker's more modest, but very, very delightful, package. "Blyat, nice," he murmurs, and rolls his hips, rubbing their cocks together-- ahhh, that's some good shit.

Potente Byrd Mæmes03/07/2018
"Oh, yeah?" He breathes, half glad that the metaphor has been pushed aside to focus more on him, especially when Pavel comes all close, close enough for Tyushenka to feel his warmth, fingers in his hair making him shiver, plush lips pressing against his own and making him hum in delight. And then Pavel's gone and grabbed both their dicks together, pressing them together, rolling his hips and making them rut against each other slightly, and Tyushenka gasps and groans, curling his toes. "Sh-Shit..."

God, not to make him sound impatient, but he was waiting for something like this, to finally get down to business, to feel pleasure and give pleasure in return. He jerks his hips to thrust his cock once into Pavel's hand, against his dick, moaning a bit more loudly, curling one hand around that arm near his head, the hooker's other arm wrapping about Pavel's shoulders, gripping lightly at his shirt.