Vladimir's Tutor
by Londonboy
I had never been through such an intense interview process just to get a tutoring position. I wasn’t told anything about the child, the family situation, or even where I would be offering my services. Not knowing much information was beginning to make me think this job was not a good one, but that’s when the call came saying I had been hired. I was to report to a brownstone in one of the best parts of town the following morning.
I was welcomed into the elegant living room of an enormous home at exactly nine o’clock – the time of my appointment. A maid who was pleasant, but aloof, greeted me, and then led me through the grand hallway to the assigned meeting place. She spoke with a heavy accent, which I assumed was Russian. Waiting by the grand fireplace was a gentleman of about fifty, whom I assumed was the pupil’s father, and he immediately struck me as a little sleazy. He had slicked back dark hair, a gold cap on one tooth that shone when he smiled, many rings on multiple fingers, and gold chains hanging across a hairy chest that was revealed because of an almost completely unbuttoned silk shirt.
“Welcome Mister Max Scott. I am Nickolai.”
He, too, had a heavy Russian accent and a powerful grip. I winced a little from the pain. He was one of those large men that had let himself go, but it was also clear he still had the strength to match his size. It was also obvious he had never been a handsome man, but at one time Nickolai had probably been in very good shape.
“It is good you tutor my Vladimir. His English no good. You must teach fast.”
“I will do my best, Mr. Nickolai.”
“No Mister Max Scott. Just Nickolai.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Vladimir, come!”
Nickolai yelled loudly and the suddenness of his calling out to the child that way caught me off guard. I had no idea why I was so nervous. I had tutored many children and most had been from other countries. There was something about Nickolai that made me ill at ease, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I waited silently for my new student – wondering if Vladimir’s mother was still in the picture or not. I found it odd that she was not here to greet me.
“Ah, here is Vladimir.”
I turned toward the double door entranceway to the living room and saw a Mack truck of a man appear first. I assumed this was one of the bodyguards, since the clearance had been so insane for this job. I had a feeling that Nickolai was far up on the chain in Russian government or Russian mafia – and I really didn’t want to know which it was. The bodyguard was massive. My heart, and other parts of my body, jumped for joy at the thought that this guy would be hanging around Vladimir and me all the time. I was a sucker for huge muscles and this man had them in places that I never knew they existed. I noticed immediately that his trapezius muscles bulged up like some kind of distant mountain range, making the tight polo he was wearing look flimsy and worn out from being stretched so tightly. I knew if I looked as intently at any other part of his body I was going to get a major hard on, so I forced myself to look at the doorway expecting to see young Vladimir appear.
“Max Scott, this is Vladimir.”
It took a few seconds for me to understand what Nickolai was saying. My mind spun like crazy as I tried to shift from all of my preconceived ideas about this job to the shock of its reality. I turned to Nickolai and saw that he had his hand stretched out towards the behemoth that had just entered the room. I know my mouth was open wide in disbelief and I’m sure my eyes were twice as large as they had been a few seconds before.
“Vladimir is not a child?”
“No, this is Vladimir. His age twenty-seven.”
“He is so big!”
My shock at the situation caused me to not think before I spoke. My comment made Nickolai laugh out loud and I detected a slight smile from Vladimir. It registered on some level – in my head – that he understood what we were saying. I noted that his English was at least good enough to follow simple conversations. I did not contemplate anything mentally beyond that; I simply took in the incredible mass of manliness that stood before me. His dark hair was cut close to his head and his piercing grey eyes seemed to absorb everything that was going on around him - in a deeper way than people gave him credit for, or was it just my wishful thinking. I kept my gaze turned upward on his chiseled face, noting he was a good foot taller than me. His cheeks were indented - in that way that showed a man was truly “cut” and his chin was sliced so squarely that I had a feeling an algebra teacher could use it to help students learn about right angles. And god, his neck was so thick. I felt my knees begin to wobble a little when I took in how muscular and strong the tendons were that supported his gorgeous head. The man also had a large gold loop earring dangling from his lobe – a look that made him appear to be some kind of beautiful colossal gypsy.
“Yes, Max Scott, Vladimir is biggest. He win Mr. Russia and now he get ready for Mr. Olympia. Good English will help him do interview. We want him to speak good English by next year. You help, right? Not scared of Vladimir?”
“No, no, I’m not scared of Vladimir.”
“His size not matter for you?”
“Of course not, I just thought I would be working for a young boy. You know, someone in elementary school and much smaller than me.”
“Vladimir not small. He is much bigger than you. Maybe three of you, yes?”
“Yes, he is much bigger than me. And he is obviously in very good shape. I can see why he is Mr. Russia.”
I am sure it was my mind playing tricks on me but I could have sworn that Vladimir’s eyes sparkled slightly as he listened to my words. It also seemed that the corners of his mouth rose briefly into what might be described as a dirty little smirk. My cock twitched at what I believed I saw, even though it was clearly my imagination. I also sensed that the huge man somehow straightened his body more – to stand even taller and tensed his muscles in reaction to my compliment. I forced myself to return my gaze to Nickolai.
“No, no, no, Max Scott. I show you why Vladimir win Mr. Russsia.”
He then said something in Russian. He spoke so quickly that I could not keep up. I needed to know some of the language to communicate with students, but Nickolai’s words were just too fast. Before I could even process what I thought he had said to Vladimir, the bodybuilding champ reached down and pulled his shirt up to his chest – revealing a stomach so ripped that I gasped out loud at the sight. Without skipping a beat Vladimir bent over and allowed Nickolai to walk over and help pull the shirt over his massive lats and huge chest. I was in such a daze from all of the action that I almost missed hearing what I’m sure was material tearing – the man’s shirt obviously gave up on trying to contain all of his muscles. That’s when Vladimir stood back up and I immediately slumped into the chair behind me – unable to remain standing after gazing upon the immensity of his body.
“Vladimir is beautiful, no?”
“Yes, and so big.”
“I think you Americans say massive, yes?”
“I’m sorry, yes. Vladimir is very massive.”
The large man’s devilish grin grew even wider. This time there was no way I could say it was my imagination. Vladimir obviously loved how his body caused me to become so shocked. I could not prevent myself from staring at his extensive chest – perfectly molded into two huge slabs of muscle with surprisingly small perky nipples begging for attention from someone’s tongue or teeth. I watched as the enormous armor of muscle rose and fell with each breath – totally unaware of anything else happening in the room.
“You see Vladimir flex now.”
“No!”
The loudness and quickness of my reply caught everyone off guard – including me. I stood up from the chair at the same time. My response made it quite obvious to everyone that I would not have been able to handle seeing Vladimir break into poses while in my present vulnerable state. I am sure that both Nickolai and the Russian champion noticed how my pants now tented obscenely at the crotch. I had been blessed with a very large cock for a guy of my normal size and it usually took a lot to get me fully hard – my ex saying the memory of that problem always made his jaw ache. There had been no problem, however, for old faithful to swell to its full majestic size after gazing at Vladimir’s naked upper torso. In the midst of embarrassment at my hardened state, my shock at Vladimir’s perfect muscles, and my confusion at all that was happening to me that morning I did, however, catch a moment of unnerving flash across the bodybuilder’s face when he caught a glance at the fabric covered protruding log below my belt. For a brief second I was sure I saw surprise and lust mixed with another emotion – inadequacy, maybe? I quickly slammed my leather satchel into my stiff pole, causing myself some pain as I tried to press the thing down so it rested against my thigh. I had a feeling you could still see an obvious lump even through the carrying bag.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I wouldn’t want to make Vladimir feel self-conscious. It’s nice of him to want to show me his huge muscles, but maybe we should start our lessons as soon as possible. I know you want his English to be better in such a short time, so every minute counts. I’m sure there will be more time for flexing in the future.”
“Ah yes, you are right, Max Scott. It is better when Vladimir wears posing trunks. That way you see all his body. You know bodybuilding, it seems. Maybe you come to see Vladimir on stage sometime. He flex for you very soon, but now we study.”
I had never been so thankful for a sexual reprieve in all of my life. I had a definite feeling that seeing Vladimir tense up any muscle on his body would have sent me into an uncontrollable hands-free orgasm. I had not been this turned on in such a long time – something that was clearly caused by the size of the guy, but also by the intoxicating naughty-like grin on his face. Even if Vladimir had not understood one word of English I was sure he completely comprehended how his body affected me. He knew immediately upon his entrance into the room that I was a full-on muscle whore. This seemed to please him in some way.
“I start lessons after I show you room.”
It was the first time Vladimir had spoken and it sounded like a mixture of Barry White and a young Mikhail Baryshnikov. It was a voice that made my knees wobble for the third time that day. I forced myself to not sit down – struggling through the overwhelming excitement caused by the rumbling in my chest created by his speaking. It was clearly a reverberation that originated in his toes and resonated through his giant body. It was a voice that could make other men quiver or obey orders immediately. I knew I wasn’t being invited to do anything, I was being told what I would do.
“I would like to see your room, Vladimir. It will help me to know you better.”
“No, Mister Max Scott, Vladimir take you to room for you. Where you are sleeping.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You stay here. Vladimir lift weights many hours each day. He study at different time always. We need you here for lessons in day or in night.”
Suddenly it dawned on me that I was to be a live-in tutor. I suddenly remembered a clause in the agency’s contract that noted this potential need, but I had ignored it completely as I signed the sheet of paper. It’s not that my studio apartment could compare to this gorgeous place, but it was still something that caught me off guard. I had not brought anything for staying over night, let alone being here for a long time.
“Not to worry, you go get stuff later. Study now. I go meet with gym owner that want to sponsor champion.”
Nickolai then spoke to Vladimir in Russian, again too fast for me to comprehend everything. At one point his face turned red and he shoved his finger into the big man’s chest – a move that seemed almost comical since it was clear that Vladimir could have easily broken the finger and every other bone in the guy’s body. Vladimir listened intently and obediently, but still with a smile that seemed somewhat defiant. He said nothing in return. Suddenly, I noticed Nickolai was speaking English, obviously in order for me to hear.
“This sixth teacher in short time and you learn nothing. You must study hard, Vladimir. Do not make Mister Max Scott leave after one lesson like last three teachers. You must speak English for interview and commercial. You need better English. Not good to run Mr. Max Scott away. Now go and show him room.”
Vladimir turned and walked to the door, smiling at me as he passed by. His face and grin caused my cock to press harder into my satchel. Most of what Nickolai had just said did not register with me – except that some teachers had not lasted for two lessons. I did not find that fact alarming for some reason – I actually thanked my lucky stars that no one had stayed so the agency had to finally send me. I looked at the big man’s broad muscled back and unconsciously sighed out loud. I then turned back to Nickolai.
“You are different teacher, Mister Max Scott. I know you last longer. Later I will see you. Make Vladimir study hard. He is lazy for English but not lazy in gym. Make his English as big as his muscles.”
“I’m not a miracle worker, Nickolai, I’m only a tutor. I am not sure Vladimir’s English skills will ever equal his body.”
“You try Mister Max Scott, yes?”
“Yes, I’ll do my best, Nickolai.”
“Good. That is only thing I ask. Vladimir is orphan at two years old. I am like Father. He is good boy. He always growing. He soon be Mr. Olympia. Now you and Vladimir study.”
I turned and walked toward the waiting giant in the doorway. Vladimir did not move at all. He let me get almost directly in front of him, causing me to bend my neck upward to look him in the face and he looking almist straight down. I stayed focused on his face and avoided looking at the heavy pecs above me. His standing still was a move that felt almost like a cat toying with a mouse before it is devoured. Again, this feeling did not make me scared or nervous – it sort of turned me on. I stood there defiantly, smiling back at the behemoth. He snorted softly, as if complimenting my bravery, and then turned to walk upstairs. I followed, marveling at his back muscles rippling beautifully with every move.
Vladimir opened two large double doors on the second floor and then stood to the side to let me enter. I walked into one of the largest bedrooms I had ever seen – clearly taking up what would normally have been two rooms or even three. There was a sitting area, an area for watching television, and a huge bed at one end of the room. There was also a small kitchenette and what could only be described as a study area. There was a large table with high backed oak chairs and a whiteboard mounted on the wall. There were rows of books on a set of shelves that covered a myriad of topics – but most of them dealt with learning English. I walked passed the big man, choosing to stare at the beautiful room instead of the beautiful body.
“This room yours.”
“Is yours.”
“What? You doubt Vladimir?”
“No . . . no, I mean you should say ‘This room is yours.’ You have to include the verb or the sentence is incorrect and makes you sound uneducated. It’s an incredible room, though, and twice the size of my apartment.”
I had turned to look at my huge pupil, still undressed from the waist up. He was a magnificent specimen – packed with bulging unblemished muscles that exuded power and, at the same time, symmetry. I suddenly became unsure as to whether I could actually teach the muscleman – maybe I was in way over my head. I was worried that I might love bodybuilders too much to stay focused when giving a lesson.
“Maybe you should get dressed before we start our lesson.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. How do you usually dress around the house?”
“Underwear.”
“Um, you mean you usually only wear underwear when you are at home?”
“Yes. Sometimes outside also.”
“Okay, that’s going to take some getting used to.”
“We start lesson.”
Vladimir had walked to the large wooden table and took a seat. The way he maneuvered the large chair with one hand made me gulp loudly. The piece of furniture was so large that I probably could only drag into place, but he easily lifted it with one hand. He must have realized my inability to easily move the things because he quickly grabbed one of the other chairs with his other hand and placed it beside his. Even though the table was huge there was barely room for the two of us on one side.
“I think I should sit on this end.”
“Yes.”
Vladimir again lifted the chair and placed it at the end of the rectangular shaped table. He then moved his chair closer to my end. When I sat down his shoulder towered beside my head. Being that close to the large man made me lightheaded and confused. I struggled hard to figure out a way to begin our lesson. I had been a teacher for over eighteen years and, yet, I could not – for the life of me – focus enough to start tutoring the big man. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, the idea of assessment began to materialize. I suddenly knew how to begin.
“Um, Vladimir, I think I’ll begin by seeing where you are in your knowledge of the English language. I want to see how much you already know. I’m going to begin pretty simply and then we’ll move into some harder areas. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I can see you are a man of few words.”
“Yes.”
“No, I meant that as a figure of speech. It didn’t really warrant a response.”
“Yes.”
“Okay let’s begin. I’m going to point to something and I want you to say the English word for whatever I am referring to.”
I could feel heat radiating from his body – or was it merely the heat his body was causing in me. I couldn’t tell the difference. His body also gave off an aroma of cleanliness and some kind of fragrant body lotion. I suddenly imagined what it would be like to be the person that slathered his body with some soothing mixture. My cock now snaked down the top of my thigh and throbbed in the same intense pattern as my quickened heartbeat. I found it extremely hard to concentrate on anything but his protruding muscled chest that was perfectly even with my eyes. I finally forced myself to get a grip on the situation and I began. I first pointed to the table.
“What is this?”
“Table.”
“Correct. What is this?”
“Chair.”
“Very good. And this?”
“Paper.”
“Excellent. Let’s move to a totally different area. What is this?”
“Ear”
“Good. And this?”
“Eye.”
“Very good, Vladimir. And this?”
“Big hand.”
“Well, it’s technically just my hand. I’m not sure it’s big.”
Vladimir held up his calloused palm in the air and I knew what he wanted me to do. I placed my hand against his and was amazed to see that my fingers were longer than his by a lot. I could actually curve the tops of my fingers over his – a move that made him suck in air. Touching his body in this way caused me to shake with excitement. We stared at our hands for a few minutes and I could feel the temperature in the room rising.
“Other things big, like hand.”
I knew exactly what Vladimir was referring to. It was clear he had noticed my large dick earlier - in the living room. I did not want to allow the conversation to move toward my endowment. I removed my hand quickly and looked at papers on the table, as if I had a lesson plan or something to guide our conversation. I was on fire with desire for the man, but I refused to let that usurp our lesson.
“And what is this, Vladimir?”
“Nose.”
“Um, good. And what . . . “
“No, the turn is mine.”
Vladimir interrupted me and grabbed my hand. He flexed his other arm and put my palm on the exploding peak. My cock shot even harder as soon as I felt his taut skin and solid muscle. The devilish grin returned to the big man’s face.
“This biceps.”
“Yes . . . yes, it is. But it is correct to say ‘this is a biceps’ or ‘this is my biceps.’ Those are better ways to say it.”
I was having trouble speaking and he knew it. He had removed his hand from mine, but I had not stopped groping his huge arm muscle. I was trying with all my strength to press into the skin, but nothing gave at all. I was shocked at how small my big hand looked compared to the massiveness of his biceps. Suddenly, Vladimir grabbed my hand and moved it to his huge, warm, tight chest – which was heaving with excitement.
“This is chest.”
“Yes. It is certainly a chest – it is a huge chest. A better way to say the sentence would be ‘This is my chest.’ No one’s chest compares to this chest, Vladimir. It is a beautiful thing. So big and hard.”
“You like?”
“Yes, yes, I like your chest very much.”
Vladimir reached under the table and grabbed my stiff cock through the material of my khakis. He squeezed the rod tightly and I let out a loud whimper. We stayed locked in that erotic embrace for a few seconds – neither of us moving. Vladimir then began to squeeze my hard pole every time he said a word. He was continuing the lesson, but it had now turned to something much more adult in nature. We both now knew exactly where our word game was headed.
“Penis.”
“Yes, Vladimir.”
“Dick”
“Yes.”
“Cock.”
“Yes.”
“Max cock is huge.”
“Yes.”
By this point I was whispering. His strong grip was causing my cock to become super hard and full of boiling juice. I was fighting with all of my might to not spew a mega load of cum into my underwear. It was extremely difficult since the perfect muscleman in front of me was obviously desperate for me to offer my nectar to his body. We stared into each other’s eyes as he continued to squeeze my rigid dick – and he began to move his hand slowly up and down, as well.
“This is kiss.”
Vladimir leaned down and pressed his mouth roughly into mine. It felt like a twenty-one gun salute was going off in my head. His lips were so full and hard – exactly like his body – but they were also sweet and slippery warm. I melted into the intimacy of the exchange with the full knowledge that I could not escape the big man’s charm. I was now completely his, smitten beyond my wildest dreams. It was clear that the guy understood this, as well. Vladimir suddenly pulled his head back, released my cock, and stood – grabbing me under the arms and lifting my body as he rose. He pulled me into his naked torso tightly. I instantly became a glob of mush in his hands. The strength his body exuded caused me to give myself to him completely – I was now his for him to use me in any way he fancied. Vladimir carried me to the bed. I was sure my weight gave his arms little resistance. It was also obvious that the big man was using only a fraction of his power to squeeze me against his massive chest, but it felt like I was caught between two elephants pressing into each other with all their might. He stood me on the bed, so my face was now basically even with his. As he undressed me – loosening my tie and slowly unbuttoning my shirt – moans and grunts of approval escaped his mouth unconsciously. The biggest reaction, however, came when he undid my belt and lowered my pants and underwear. He spoke quickly in Russian, a succession of words that I recognized as exclamatory phrases of disbelief and orgasmic joy. Evidently, Vladimir was a raging size queen – appreciative of my enormous cock. He wrapped his big hand around my substantial endowment and then looked into my eyes.
“Beautiful is big cock.”
“What you should say . . . oh, fuck it. Thank you, Vladimir.”
“Must taste.”
Without any warning – except those two words – Vladimir brought his warm wet mouth quickly to the engorged head of my dick and inhaled the entire thing. I cried out in pleasure as I felt the head slither easily down his tight throat. It was almost too much for a mere mortal like me to handle, but I somehow prevented myself from emptying my entire insides into his inviting mouth. Vladimir kept my fat rod lodged in his hot tight throat and pulsed his neck muscles to massage the meat even closer to ejaculation. The muscled size queen was also clearly a superbly trained cocksucker. During all of this expert oral stimulation, Vladimir was quickly undoing his own pants and letting them fall to the ground. I leaned over to notice that the big man went commando and was also surprised to find out that his own prick did not match the hugeness of his body. No wonder the guy had been so fascinated with my large hands and my equally profound beef stick. Disappointment did not even begin to enter into my mind – mainly because Vladimir’s body was the most beautifully huge chunk of muscle I had ever seen, but also because this turn of events seemed to make us equal in some small way. I knew the behemoth could squash me like a bug without wasting much of his strength – so that clearly made him the alpha - but I also got the feeling that Vladimir craved my oversized shaft in a way that could easily make him putty in my hands. The way he was now slamming his chin into my balls as he slid up and down on my pole seemed to prove my hunch was correct. Vladimir pulled his mouth away from my dick and then, in a flash, laid face down on the bed, pressing his muscled bulbous ass into the air. I needed no other invitation.
“Max fuck ass hard.”
If there had been any doubt as to what Vladimir wanted before it was now completely gone and I dropped my body onto his massive back. Hitting his hard muscles actually stung a lot – I had forgotten that there would be no give in his bulging body and it would be like hitting stone. Any pain quickly disappeared, though, as the huge guy expertly maneuvered his ass cheeks back and forth until they eventually enveloped my hard cock. Copious amounts of my pre-cum immediately slathered up his crack and the loud moans from the Russian became more desperate and commanding at the same time. I actually needed to do very little in this sexual exchange. As soon as his excited hole found the tip of my greased-up cock it opened like some kind of genie controlled cave and sucked my fat head in as expertly as his mouth had done earlier. My thickness pressed into his love chute painfully – for both of us – but the expected pleasure quickly followed as I rammed my entire log into him roughly. Hitting his tight muscled ass actually hurt my crotch area, but the pulsating pressure on my cock made it more than bearable. I wasted no time in pulling back and slamming into him again. Soon I was banging his insane tightness with the rhythm of a wild man. Vladimir would raise the lower half of his body off of the bed when I pulled back and then slam it back down as I plowed forward, obviously to increase the power of the fuck. We were both shouting loudly in our native tongues and I frantically ran my hands over all of his sweat covered back and shoulder muscles – something that increased my pleasure tenfold. The pounding of his ass increased in slams per minute and in its intensity. Vladimir had turned into some kind of desperate beast – pleading for my hugeness to penetrate him even deeper and harder. It was now like riding a bucking bronco and I was doing little to create the pleasure that was bringing us both toward release – the big man’s power would send my body into the air and he would tighten his ass to prevent my cock head from going beyond the opening to his hole, only to come crashing back down onto the bed and send my large stick deeper each time.
“I cum!”
These simple words signaled Vladimir’s tipping point. He raised his body off of the bed one last time and I felt his chute tighten around my cock even harder than before. Suddenly, his body started shaking uncontrollably. It was only then that I realized the guy was basically doing a push up with me on his back. Vladimir was shooting his load all over the bedspread as he held both of us up in the air. I could tell by the intensity of the quake-like shaking and the painful clamping on my dick that this was one hellacious orgasm for the big man. It lasted for what seemed like ten minutes until I knew the guy was completely spent and he dropped his body back down onto the bed. As soon as the sides of his deep channel relaxed and allowed my cock to finally release I began to shoot a powerful load of juice into his ass – my body flopping around on his hard body like a fish on the floor of a boat, gasping for water. I emptied more cum into the bulging butt than I ever thought was possible. I continued to cram my dick into his hole as far as I could and the big man purred loudly - like some kind of amped-up mountain lion. Finally my crotch stopped jerking up and down and my aching cock rested – still snug in Vladimir’s tight chute. We were both breathing heavily and I could tell it was going to take a few days for my cock to recover from all the abuse caused by his powerful ass. We lay there in silence for a long time – until our breathing became almost normal and our heartbeats finally slowed down and fell into similar patterns.
“Um, we really need to work on your English, Vladimir.”
“My English is perfect, Max.”
For a second I thought I had fallen asleep and was dreaming. I raised my head off of Vladimir’s wide strong back and looked up toward his face – his head was turned sideways on the pillow and his eyes were shut. I briefly thought he was asleep, as well and that I had imagined he spoke. I started to say something else to see if he was awake, but I was interrupted.
“I can speak English very well, Max. I have been able to for a long time. I only pretend like I don’t know anything so Nickolai will hire tutors. I am very lonely. It is very hard to be a gay bodybuilder – especially in Russia. Nickolai would never understand, so I have continued to try and find a tutor that would accept me as I am. Up until today all of my tutors have been straight and as soon as I made a pass it scared the hell out of them. My first tutor, a straight man named Robert, stayed with me for almost four months. He was married but he was also turned on by my size. That’s when I learned most of my English – well then and since that time I have taught myself. Robert finally decided he couldn’t continue to teach me because he didn’t want to bet tempted to have sex. And today is the first time my advances were so well received – and so joyously returned. It’s pretty clear that you like big muscles as much as I like huge cocks.”
“You can say that again.”
“I just need to win Mr. Olympia and then maybe I will be brave enough to tell Nickolai the truth. I don’t want to live in secrecy anymore. I’m also hoping that you’ll be willing to stay as my tutor until then. I think we could have a lot of fun and please each other a lot.
“If today is any indication, Vladimir, then I believe pleasing each other will not be a problem.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Vladimir squeezed his ass cheeks together to give my cock a little jolt. At the same time I slid my hands between the mattress and his hard pecs, easily finding his small nipples on the large slabs of beef and pinching them hard. I felt the big man’s body tense up completely, which included an even tighter clamping on my rod. I knew at that moment that a better match had never been created – Vladimir and I would certainly find many creative ways to bring each other pleasure. His body was simply magnificent and his hugeness was only second to his desire for my large cock. I pushed my still erect pole back and forth in his ass a few times.
“That feels so fucking good, Max.”
“As does your body, Vladimir. Care for a second round? I have a feeling groping your muscles could make me ready in mere seconds.”
“As wonderful as that sounds, we’d better not. Nickolai will be in here soon to check on our progress and he never knocks. It is very difficult sometimes to find time for sex when I have a full time male nanny.”
We both laughed. I slid my cock out of Vladimir’s ass – immediately missing it’s tightness and my connection to his obvious power. I slid off of his back onto the bed and he turned on his side to face me. His body glowed with a light sheen of sweat, which increased his beauty even more. I could see in his eyes he felt the same about me. I felt his huge hand wrap around my hard cock – he obviously missed feeling me inside of him, as well. This was a good second way for us to keep our bodies connected. His grip was strong and gentle at the same time. We gazed into each other’s eyes – neither of us needing to say a thing. My desire for him had only increased and that helped me to hatch a great plan.
“Vladimir, I have an idea. Let’s tell Nickolai that you are going to help me go get my stuff from the apartment, but let’s also tell him that we are going to see a movie. I can convince him that this is a great way for you to learn English. That would give us a good three to four hours at my place. I have a feeling we can get into a lot of trouble in that amount of time.”
Before I had even finished my last sentence Vladimir was up off the bed and looking down at me. I saw so much excitement in his eyes that I thought he might actually burst into tears. I got off the bed, as well, but never took my eyes off of his huge body – loving his cum crusted abs and crotch. His smaller penis was rock hard – clearly happy about my plan for the afternoon. We quickly took a shower together in my new spacious bathroom – being careful not to turn each other on so much that we needed release again. We both wanted to save it for our uninterrupted time at my apartment. After dressing we bounded down the stairs just as Nickolai was returning and about to come up to check on us.
“Ah, Mister Max Scott, how is English study?”
“Very well, Nickolai. Vladimir seems to gobble up everything I give him!”
“My . . . English . . . is improving.”
Vladimir looked at me for dramatic effect as he spoke. He wanted to make it seem like we had practiced on that sentence all afternoon. He beamed after getting it out – a look that Nickolai saw as pride for getting a sentence right, but I knew it was more about what was about to come, so to speak. Our earlier orgasms had clearly pumped up Vladimir’s body even more – or was it just my imagination – and I found it hard to take my eyes off of him. I forced myself to turn to Nickolai to reveal to him our plans for the afternoon.
“Vladimir is going to come to my place to help me get my stuff.”
“That is good. Vladimir carries heavy things.”
“Yes, I’m sure he does. I’m hoping he does. And we are also going to see a movie. This is a great way for him to learn English. We should be back in about three to four hours.”
“Maybe you eat dinner, too. Vladimir knows good places.”
“That sounds like a good idea, Nickolai. Thank you for the suggestion. We will do that.”
I could feel the excitement radiating off of Vladimir’s body – knowing we had just gained even more time alone. My cock was again fully hard, but this time I did nothing to hide it. I was about to spend the afternoon with Mr. Russia – one of the largest men I had ever seen. I also knew that I was going to get to plow his tight ass many more times that day – and for a long time in the future. Vladimir’s excitement caused him to act like he was trying another full sentence.
“Mr. Max Scott . . . is . . . a . . . very good teacher.”
“Vladimir! This sentence is good, very good. Good for you, Vladimir. And good for you, Mister Max Scott. The English is better, no?”
“You have no idea how much better, Nickolai. I have a feeling Vladimir is going to learn a lot from me.”
“Yes.”
Vladimir’s one word answer almost made me giggle out loud. Nickolai smiled broadly and his gold cap reflected the sunlight streaming through the front window. He moved toward the door and opened it. I got the distinct feeling he was trying to get rid of us. He didn’t need to encourage us twice, though. We said our farewells and left the apartment – ready for our afternoon and evening of pure orgasmic bliss.
Meanwhile…
Nickolai walked to the kitchen as soon as we had left the house. He found Mrs. Renski, the housekeeper, in the pantry. She was taking inventory.
“Mrs. Renski, take night off. Vladimir will not need three meals this night. Tutor and he are gone out. Go home to husband and make love, yes?”
“Thank you Nickolai!”
As soon as the back door closed and Nickolai knew he was alone in the house he quickly moved to the living room – closing the double doors behind him. He turned on the big flat screen television and flipped a few buttons on a side panel nearby. He then moved to the sofa and sat down. He unzipped his pants and brought out his erect fat cock and started stroking it. The sound of Vladimir and Max’s voice filled the room.
“Penis . . . Yes, Vladimir . . . Dick . . . Yes . . . Cock . . . Yes.”
Nickolai turned down the sound on the television, but stayed glued to the action on the screen. At the same time he started stroking himself even harder.
“Yes, this will be very good for you Vladimir. And very good for you, Max Scott. But it will be especially very good for me! It is already very good for me.”
END