Antonov is at a workcamp in Siberia, where he shares a bunk with the hairy brute Yuri. When Yuri’s hands get to roaming at night, it results in a no-holds-barred explosion of nighttime desires and sexual satisfaction!
Can Antonov make it through the night?
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Antonov didn’t regret coming to Siberia, at least not yet, though he couldn’t think of anything but how comfortable his nice warm bed must be back in Rostov. This place, he thought, might as well have been a different world.
It wasn’t cold in his bed, and that was the worst part. The work barracks in the forested wasteland of southern Siberia were very cold. Antonov and his workmates all dressed in layers for bed, and Antonov had several heavy blankets atop him. He also wore a fur cap with ear flaps to keep his head warm.
But the reason Antonov was not cold was that he had to share this tiny bunk with Yuri, a massive beast of a man whose body heat and rather extensive hair provided plenty of warmth and insulation. That was why the worst part of his sleeping arrangements was how warm it was — Antonov would have rather been cold and trying to sleep as close to the fireplace as he could get. Instead he couldn’t sleep because he was desperate to be as far from Yuri as possible. The zesty funk of his armpits and back made Antonov’s stomach churn.
The bunk was too small to get very far away though. Yuri weighed down the mattress enough to cause a deep depression, into which Antonov continually sunk until finally he felt the fuzz of Yuri’s body hair, which made Antonov scoot back up the tiny distance between Yuri and the edge of the bed. That happened several times until Antonov gave up.
Then Yuri rolled over. Before Antonov knew what was happening, he found his face wedged in the meaty space between Yuri’s right pec and armpit. He got a mouthful of body hair. Yuri’s massive cock flopped out of the fly of his long underwear, which he had pulled down to masturbate earlier — Yuri had no compunctions about jacking off in the bed next to Antonov, groaning and moaning the whole time, letting his arm hair rub on Antonov’s face. He saw this as reasonable behavior because he cleaned up the jizz on his belly with a sock, which now lay congealing on the floor.
That was why his longjohns were down when he rolled over, and that was why his fat cockshaft smacked onto Antonov’s thigh.
“Psst… Workmate… Hey, Yuri, comrade, wake up… Move over,” Antonov whispered. Yuri didn’t move. Antonov didn’t want to make a big scene — he had known that workmates at remote camps like these became used to each other’s nudity in close quarters. His father had warned him of that, and Antonov didn’t want to look like a prude.
His father had also warned him about certain other behaviors such workmates partook in. Antonov was very worried about that. It seemed that, in the absence of women — and of light, in the long Siberian winters — workmates often treated each other that way. That wasn’t allowed in Soviet Russia, but it was widely tolerated in all-male environments like this.
They jacked each other off, that was it. They used their mouths and maybe other orifices — Antonov wasn’t sure if he believed in the existence of sodomy, it seemed unlikely and disgusting, but he didn’t say so lest he look like a fool if it turned out to be real.
So Antonov always knew it was possible that something would happen, and he was willing to accept it. Once he did his time here at the workcamp in Siberia, his family would receive extra rations. He knew he could accept anything for a chance at a better life for his family.
One of Yuri’s giant meaty hands landed on Antonov’s chest. Was he awake now? It seemed not, but Antonov had a feeling he was. Was this how it happened? Antonov’s father had said that they traded mouths in the bathing-tent, but those tents here were tiny, barely big enough for one person much less two, so they always bathed alone, using a sponge and a bucket of warm water. Maybe things had changed since Antonov’s father was a working man.
That massive paw moved. It slowly stroked Antonov’s bare stomach, and Antonov sharply inhaled. Was Yuri asleep? It was possible that he thought Antonov was a girl. Maybe he was moving entirely on instinct?
But then Yuri’s hand moved all the way down to Antonov’s long underwear. It slipped under the fabric and, in one smooth motion, gripped Antonov’s dick before it slowly, haltingly gave it a single stroke.
The friction combined with the tension in the air to make Antonov bite his lip to stifle a moan of desire. His dick stiffened up beneath Yuri’s work-callused hands. The smell of Yuri’s body filled his nostrils, as every motion Yuri made reawakened a fresh wave of that masculine sourness.
“Yuri, I-” Antonov tried to speak, but he was stopped by Yuri’s other hand covering his mouth.
“Sssh…” was all Yuri said.
The other workmates in their bunks tossed and turned, snoring, coughing in the night, but no one seemed to be awake. Antonov gulped.
Yuri’s bearded mouth moved, kissing Antonov on the chest, through his long underwear. Then Yuri moved down Antonov’s smooth torso until he reached his crotch. Entirely under the covers now, Yuri pulled Antonov’s long underwear down, freeing his cock, which stuck straight up.
The erection was a surprise. Antonov did not realize he had a stiffy already.
This was not at all progressing how Antonov thought it would, but it was happening too fast for him to even think about responding. All he could do was submit. His father had not warned him it would be like this.
Yuri swallowed Antonov’s cock as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Antonov arched his back and gasped. He instinctively grabbed Yuri’s back, even though it felt off-putting for him to caress the strapping muscles of Yuri’s shoulders. Antonov had always been skinny — he often claimed he was stronger than he looked, but still, he was nowhere’s near as strong as Yuri — so he was awed by the sheer power he could sense in Yuri’s corded muscles. Yuri had been working as a builder on these remote worksites for years, and it showed in the thick, bulging muscles of his back.
The mouth was incredible. Antonov was so nervous he didn’t notice it right away, he just threw his head back and grunted. He couldn’t believe it, but this felt better than it had when he got a girl to suck him off. Yuri seemed to know exactly what to do.
The pleasure that wracked Antonov’s body was so all-encompassing that he completely forgot about his anxiety over the situation or his dismay at being forced to share a bed with Yuri, whom he now suspected no one else wanted to sleep with because he was so big and sweaty. That was why they made the new guy sleep with him.
Antonov couldn’t think too much about that in this moment. His mind was wracked by pleasure so intense it hurt. Antonov’s fingers gripped the thick mane of Yuri’s black hair, guiding his head up and down on his shaft. Yuri slathered spit as he moved. The moisture and the warmth sent a wave of sensations through Antonov’s body.
He suckled loudly and moistly on Antonov’s dick, like an expert, but since his head was under the covers, the sound wasn’t audible away from the bed — or so Antonov hoped. He didn’t want to acquire a reputation for this sort of activity.
But he wasn’t about to back out either. He had never experienced anything so incredible. He bit his lip and then buried his face in the meaty muscle of Yuri’s torso where Antonov could scream and grunt with the sound absorbed by Yuri’s solid body. Yuri’s head was all the way down on Antonov’s shaft, his face nuzzled in Antonov’s pubic hair, as Yuri’s thick fingers worked all the way up and down Antonov’s body.
An orgasm erupted suddenly within Antonov, who threw his pillow over his face to muffle the sound. He groaned and moaned as he sprayed his load into Yuri’s mouth. Yuri let out a moist gagging sound, and his throat rejected the cum that flowed down it. That caused a big load of jizz and spit to slip out of Antonov’s mouth, soaking Antonov’s hairy crotch and sticking to the bushy hair of Yuri’s beard.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation — or perhaps because of it — Antonov experienced an incredible climax. His toes curled, and his fingers tightened into claws that dug into the meat of Yuri’s broad back. His whole body tensed and shook as he filled Yuri’s mouth with wad after wad of creamy cum.
Yuri kept his head in place under the covers like a professional. Antonov could sense the distaste he had for cum, but he submitted to it as though he had done this on numerous occasions, which Antonov supposed he probably had. His father must have been right about these places.
“Sssh…” Yuri said, even though Antonov hadn’t made any noise. Then he loudly swallowed the mouthload of jizz he had. For a moment, he paused, and Antonov sensed him hold back a gag. Then Yuri said, “It is my turn.”
His eyes opening wide, Antonov oomphed as Yuri’s strong arms rolled him over. Antonov faced the raging fire in the fireplace, which kept him warm as the covers fell off him. Then Yuri pressed his big body atop Antonov’s back, his thick nest of chest hair helping to warm Antonov back up again.
But his body felt slick with sweat and cum and who knew what else. Antonov didn’t much like the sensation, and he wasn’t sure if he’d like what came next. His father had warned him of this as well.
Maybe, Antonov realized, sodomy was a real thing after all.
“You have pretty skin…” Yuri said. The words made Antonov’s skin crawl and gave him goosebumps.
But Antonov wanted to fit in among his workmates, and he was desperate to do whatever they did. It was clear that Yuri expected him to give up his ass for the night, and he was Antonov’s superior, so he could have made workcamp life difficult for him. That was why Antonov submitted as he lost himself in the iron-like firmness of Yuri’s arms.
So for now, he just had to submit and hopefully stay quiet enough that no one else woke up. He didn’t want anyone to know what he was allowing Yuri to do to him. Antonov held his breath as he felt that massive slab of Russian meat pressing at his asshole. He thought for sure it was entirely too big, there was no way he could ever take it inside him.
Almost as intense a sensation was the feeling of Yuri’s heavy body weighing down Antonov’s back. It was hard to breathe. Yuri took a deep breath, and Antonov could feel it in the expansion of Yuri’s hairy chest against Antonov’s back, which was bare and slickened with a layer of Yuri’s sweat.
“You’re a pretty boy,” Yuri whispered softly, right into Antonov’s ear. His voice was gravely and rough, and it made Antonov shudder. Yuri spat into the palm of his hand — the sound was impossibly loud since he was so close to Antonov’s face — and he wiped the spit off on his cockshaft.
Then his finger pushed into Antonov’s tight asshole. Antonov bit his lip and cringed as pain erupted inside him, followed only dimly, barely, but definitely, a little bud of pleasure. Yuri chuckled, again right into Antonov’s ear.
“Do not worry, little rose-blossom,” Yuri said. “I will be very gentle.” He kissed the back of Antonov’s neck and wrapped his muscular right arm around Antonov’s neck.
Antonov gulped and scrunched his eyes shut. He prayed that none of the other workmates woke up. He didn’t want them to see him like this. He tasted Yuri’s biceps and the thick hairs that lined his arm.
A sharp pain came on so suddenly that Antonov gasped. His mouth opened wide and filled with Yuri’s arm-flesh. He tried to move away but couldn’t — not because Yuri held him down, since he didn’t, but just because the sensation was so intense that Antonov could do little more than writhe in Yuri’s powerful arms.
“Ssssh, comrade… Bite me if it hurts, that is alright,” Yuri said. He kissed the back of Antonov’s head again, and he even licked his skin there. He sucked on Antonov’s earlobe. “Hmm, my little rose-blossom. I will make your asshole my pussy.”
As his cockmeat shoved into Antonov’s ass, Yuri growled like a bear. Pleasure surged in Antonov’s body. Clenching his teeth, Antonov held his breath, the pain so incredible he thought for sure he was being torn in two.
But he couldn’t deny that behind it all was a faint sense of pleasure, which grew stronger and stronger with every thrust of Yuri’s cock inside him. He still hadn’t quite gotten every inch of his meat inside Antonov though, and he kept spitting in his palm to use as lube. Each time he did, Antonov could hear him spit so loud it was like a deafening roar, it felt like he spat on Antonov even though he didn’t, it was just so close to Antonov’s face that he might as well have.
There was moisture dripping from him onto Antonov’s face. It was either spit or sweat. There was no clear division between his crotch hair and his belly hair either, making it feel like a giant bear was behind him. Antonov cringed and squirmed until the pain grew so bad he stayed still, and he found it did feel better to gnaw on the meat of Yuri’s firm forearm.
“Hey, say my name,” Yuri whispered into Antonov’s ear.
Antonov lay flat on the bed, perfectly still because every motion he made reawakened the pain in his ass. He just submitted and tried not to think about the body hair scratching at his skin. “Wh-What?”
“Say my name, like a girl,” Yuri said. “Please? You’re so pretty. Say my name. Moan it.” His voice was breathless and deep, rumbling, and Antonov could feel the words in Yuri’s chest just as strongly as he could hear them.
“Yuri…” Antonov hadn’t intended to actually say Yuri’s name like he demanded. Antonov was going to ask him to go easier on his ass. But all he managed to get out was the name before Yuri moaned again like he was going to cum just from hearing his own name.
With that, Yuri’s cock slid the rest of the way into Antonov. The pain — and pleasure — was intense enough that Antonov raised his ass up. He buried his face in the pillow again, then lifted it up as he heaved for breath. The sensation was so intense he had to concentrate to draw breath at all.
“You’re doing so good…” Yuri said. He kissed Antonov’s head again, and he even moved his face around to kiss Antonov on the cheeks and lips. Yuri had big, full lips, and his tongue entered Antonov’s mouth.
Then Yuri stopped moving. There was a flurry of motion from one of the other bunks — did someone wake up? Antonov couldn’t tell. He was buried in Yuri’s arms and chest, pinned against the bunk. Antonov couldn’t have cried out if he wanted to.
Someone had gotten up. It was Pyotr, Antonov thought, getting up to take a piss. Yuri pretended to be asleep. Since he was so big and he was atop Antonov, covering his body completely, nobody could see what was happening, at least not without coming very close, even though Antonov was squirming and groaning. Their bunk was in one shadowy corner near the fireplace, which made it especially hard to see anything.
But Yuri didn’t move his cock. It remained hard like a sword inside Antonov, who would have been writhing there in agony on the bed if it weren’t for the massive weight of man and muscle atop his back. He couldn’t even take a breath.
There was a bucket near the door that they used for piss. Antonov could hear the slow tinkle of Pyotr filling the bucket. The sound made Antonov squirm the best he could beneath Yuri’s body. That made Yuri bite his lip and jerk his body as though he was nearing orgasm and trying to keep it down.
At last Pyotr laid back down in his bunk. Yuri and Antonov remained totally still and silent. Antonov wondered how long he could last like this, with a cock throbbing in his ass.
Then Yuri started moving. It hadn’t been very long since Pyotr was up and moving around, so Yuri kept it quiet and low.-key He ground his hips, not moving his dick in or out at all, just exploring every inch of Antonov’s insides.
That was even more arduous than the actual ramming had been. Antonov felt like he was going to explode. Yuri’s meaty forearm was in front of his face again, and this time Antonov bit down hard, like he was trying to actually eat Yuri’s arm.
Yuri grunted in pain from Antonov’s bite, but he didn’t try to pull his arm away. He was so muscular that biting his forearm was like eating steel. It felt like Antonov was more likely to break his teeth than actually tear out a chunk of flesh from Yuri’s arm.
“It is okay. I is alright,” Yuri said. His gravely whisper made Antonov shudder, which in turn caused another wave of pain to shoot through him. Yuri spoke as soothingly as his gruff voice would allow. “Don’t worry, little rose-blossom. I’m almost done. I’m going to fill you up with my cum-” That thought made Antonov yelp into Yuri’s flesh, and Yuri tightened his grip on Antonov’s body. “Sssh, don’t wake them up. If they sleep through this, it will not count. I will not tell anyone. Tomorrow it will be like it never happened. I will jerk you off again next time.”
“When… Uh… When do I get ram you?” Antonov said.
“Later…” Yuri said. “I am jerking you off. That is a good enough trade, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… fine,” Antonov said. That didn’t really sound so equal at all, but he knew Yuri was right — the best result was just not waking anyone up. Yuri would keep it a secret if he could.
“Okay, lift your hips up a bit,” Yuri said. When Antonov didn’t immediately follow instructions, Yuri grabbed his waist and lifted it up. He pressed his palm — the same palm he had been spitting in before, so it was now clammy and moist — on the back of Antonov’s head, pushing his face into the mattress. The bed was wet now too, with spit and sweat and more.
Yuri took a deep breath. Antonov closed his eyes, certain that this was going to hurt worse than anything he had ever experienced.
He wasn’t wrong. Yuri began slamming his hips up and down, using every ounce of power in his massive body, as though he was trying to get at something deep within Antonov. Antonov squealed into the mattress beneath him. He didn’t need to worry about muffling the sound because Yuri kept his face in position, buried in the sheets and the mattress.
Antonov had no idea how long that took. It felt like many hours, but he assumed that couldn’t be right, or the sun would have been up when he lifted his head. But it was still pitch-black, still freezing cold away from Yuri’s overheated body.
The sound of Yuri’s balls slapping against Antonov’s thighs filled the air. That seemed very loud to Antonov, but only because Antonov was also beneath the blankets, which Yuri had to hold on to in order to ensure they covered the action. That helped provide insulation and kept the sound from waking up all of Antonov’s and Yuri’s other workmates.
The only thing worse than Yuri’s pounding was when it ended. That’s because Antonov was overwhelmed by pain as Yuri stopped moving with his fat cock all the way inside Antonov. Yuri’s entire body shook, and his muscles all flexed at once.
Yuri let out a deep roar that Antonov thought would surely wake someone up, though no one moved. The sound resonated in Antonov’s ear. Yuri’s body was drenched in sweat, his thick mop of black hair plastered to his scalp
Then the sensation of cum flowing into him hit Antonov’s senses. He tried to squirm but Yuri snarled and gripped him tight. Antonov couldn’t even go limp as the feeling was too intense. All he could do was bury his face in the mattress — which stank of Yuri’s sweat — as cum filled him up.
He shot a huge load, impossibly large, it seemed to Antonov, who felt it sloshing around within him. Yuri sighed as it came out. Antonov could feel how thick and creamy it was, seeping into every corner of his insides. There was so much of it that Antonov thought he tasted its salty-sour flavor, like it had somehow broken all the way through to his mouth, though a part of him knew that was just Yuri’s chest hair in his mouth.
“You are alright, my little rose-blossom?” Yuri asked. His voice was low and rumbly, and he again kissed Antonov on the back of the neck.
Antonov nodded. He was still in too much pain with that giant cock in his ass to say anything or do anything besides keep his mouth shut. It took every fiber of being to avoid screaming out in agony.
“You want me to take it out?” Yuri asked. His dick twitched inside Antonov. It hurt even worse now that it was only half-hard and rapidly limpening. Yuri laughed at Antonov’s wincing reaction.
“Yes!” Antonov spat. He held his breath as Yuri withdrew the first little bit of his cock, but then he stopped.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
Yuri laughed again. He pressed down on Antonov’s head with one arm, while his other hand pushed Antonov’s shoulders down. He slowly dragged his dick out.
When he was finally done, Antonov breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had never felt better than he did in those first few seconds, like he had scratched an itch that had been bothering him for years. That feeling didn’t last very long, because intense soreness overwhelmed him then, and every motion he made sent another wave of pain from his ass.
But at least it was over. Antonov had gotten through it. His father had said he was too much of a weakling, that he’d never be able to fit in here with the other real men working in Siberia. Antonov’s father had said his skinny body would freeze to death his first night.
That hadn’t happened. Antonov had made it through his first week, and he hadn’t done too poorly — nobody had woken up, as far as he could see. Nobody knew he had gotten rammed.
Yuri belched loudly. Now that they were done ramming, it didn’t matter if he woke anyone up. His rancid breath condensed on Antonov’s face, and Antonov winced. Yuri chuckled and kissed him.
Then Yuri rolled over. His limp, slimy dick rested on Antonov’s thigh. Yuri laid on his side, and he wrapped his arms and his leg around Antonov. Antonov once again found himself ensconced in those massive muscles and his burly bear-like chest hair.
“Sssh, it is cold,” Yuri said. “Sleep with me like this, okay?”
Antonov sighed. “Fine.” He had to admit, it was more comfortable this way. He hadn’t been able to sleep when he tried to stay as far away from Yuri as possible, and the man’s throbbing muscles made for a comfortable bed and blanket. He was warm and cozy.
“Thank you,” Yuri said. “You’ll fit in well here, Antonov. I’m going to enjoy you, workmate.”