Raycho

We're not even sure that we're spelling his name correctly in this case. You see, the boy's Bulgarian and, when he filled out our forms, he did so in Cyrillic script - the sort that's more familiar from Russian. But when he spoke his name to us, it sounded something like "Raycho", so that's what we're going to call him here. As you'll have gathered already, we don't know much, if anything, about him. We encountered him in what passes for a gay bar in the Black Sea resort of Sunny Beach (yes, that's really what it's called!). But whether Raycho is gay, gay-for-pay or just someone who'd popped into the bar to read the electricity meter, we'll never know. If he didn't speak any English, he did, still, speak the universal language - money. And so, with a little bit of help from the barman, whose own command of English seemed to have been gained by watching Premier League football on TV, we recruited Raycho as an HMBoy. Admittedly, once we'd whisked him away to a discrete location, he seemed a bit surprised by being gestured into taking off his clothes... ...A little bemused by being instructed to stiffen up his Bulgarian boy dick... ...And maybe even a little bit shocked when asked to shoot a creamy load all over his smooth belly. So that, while he grinned happily when we pressed a modelling fee into his cum-sticky hand, we couldn't help suspecting that he'd thought we were taking him out of the bar to read our own electricity meter...