Public bath

Finally, I managed to overcome my complexes, and I began to go to a public bath in our suburb. It began in the late 1960s and continued until Perestroika and even several years after it. Actually, it was not a general department, but a large hall of showers without partitions, five rows. And a steam room. A visit to the bath was a pleasant event for me, I looked forward to it. I went there twice a week, in the evening, on weekdays, when the contingent was more or less young. Students of technical schools or of a local institute, cadets of military schools, soldiers (they were brought before closing time, and you could be in their midst). I came across men from the Caucasus and gypsies who always went the same bathhouse. Gypsies have big dicks, this is a known fact, I found this out in our bathhouse.

Subsequently, when I went to the West, where there are no public baths, I realized that nowhere else could I see so many different guys and men up close and from a variety of angles and perspectives. Actually, my idea of the anatomy of male body was formed during many years of visiting our bathhouse.

It was a suburb, and there was not much debauchery in the bathhouse. A few local gays, young and old, occasionally came in from the Big City. They ran along the rows of showers, looked out for someone to stand up against in the next shower of the row, jerked off their dick. Sometimes, in the evening, towards closing time, there was a real running around the rows. By the way, the rest of the people saw this activity, and no one was ever indignant, no one said a word. And this once again proves that people had tolerance for this phenomenon. Intolerance and aggressiveness arise when they are instigated by higher authorities.

Of course, in the Big City there were notorious bathhouses where all the queens and gays gathered. Right there, in different nooks and crannies, in the bath toilets, they fucked and sucked dicks. But I haven't heard of any scandals either. The Soviet government did not particularly pay attention to this aspect of life.

Over the many years of going to our bathhouse in the Suburb, I had only one stable acquaintance - a relationship that lasted a couple of years. But the main thing was the contemplation of a large number of male bodies. In the bath, I merged with the general mass of people, and this was also a pleasant feeling.