Simplicity of manners

 

In the USSR, in a country where the common folk took power, an amazing simplicity of morals reigned. People relieved their needs openly, not in the least embarrassed and not hiding from the eyes of strangers. There were a lot of public restrooms where there were no partitions between toilet seats at all, and men not only sat and shit, but also entered into conversations with each other, asked for a cigarette. Often somebody asked: “uh, do you have a piece of newspaper?” They wiped themselves with newspapers, toilet paper was rare, and certainly not available in public restrooms. The fact that they wiped themselves with newspapers is nothing. Many simply wiped themselves with a hand or a finger.

I remember a big wooden latrine in the park. Six places to shit and a urinal in the form of a wooden trough. I went there and witnessed a lively conversation between shitting men. Public latrines were also places for drinking alcoholic beverages and surrogates, often cologne. Its strong smell filled the whole room and killed the stink in the toilet.

In the restrooms, when they pissed, standing in a row, they farted. Every now and then loud "shots" were heard.

Of course, in every public restroom, "I suck dick" or "I get fucked in the ass" was written or scrawled on the wall, and often specified - "by whoever has a big one." As a rule, such announcements were not commented on, but sometimes something like “you fucking look what these freaks write!" was added.

Another feature of Soviet civilization was the desire to display a pile of shit in a conspicuous place. Well, the bushes were all littered with shit, no surprise there, but very often I saw heaps of fresh shit right in the middle of a walking path, when it was done on purpose, as a kind of protest to the whole world and as a deep, essential disgust for the world order. Early summer morning on a beautiful day, one would walk through the park, and right in the middle of the path - a pile of shit.

It was customary to drink alcohol outdoors. In many places, especially along the railway, there were groups of men and boys, reclining or sitting on wooden boxes, and drinking.

But it also happened that these drunkards were fucked in the ass! I knew one guy, a passive queen, who in the late evenings used to walk along the train rails, where before men drank alcohol en masse.

Some strong ordinary guys fell asleep, passed out in the same place where they drank. So this fagot (she had Vaseline with her) fucked them in the ass! After making sure that the guy was soundly asleep, she pulled down his pants, touched his genitals and ass, put her finger in the ass, licked his ass (now it's called rimming) and fucked him for real (this fag had a decent "clitoris").

Interestingly, when sober, did these guys and men feel that they had been fucked in the ass? Did they see cum when they shit? Hardly.

The simplicity of morals also consisted in the freedom of physical contact between men in public places, between strangers. As a rule, they did not have any homosexual subtext, but they caused short-term sexual arousal. In a crowded transport, one could freely rub against someone, as if accidentally putting a hand on a man's cock, and often the man got a hard-on. It was possible to press your ass into a man standing behind, and it also happened that his dick would get hard. Sometimes such contacts continued, when both got out of the transport and went to look for a secluded place. In public transport, when holding on to the railing bars, often the hands of men  touched each other, sometimes a man, holding on to the railing, put his big hand on mine, and we travelled like this. It happened several times that because of this I missed my stop.

Sometimes they just put a hand on their neighbour’s shoulder. Another time, in the underground carriage, an unfamiliar young man who was standing behind me, as the train approached the station and started slowing down, put his hands on my hips ... We stood like that for a while. Now it seems unthinkable...

The men also slept in the same bed. In certain circumstances this had to be done. Once upon a time in a hotel (after all, free beds were almost impossible to find!) I had to sleep with a peasant in the same bed (we did nothing). And in Batumi, where I rested, in the private sector, in some customized rooms, they rented out beds. For one person 3 rubles, for two in one it was 1.50 each. And I used this opportunity to the fullest! Imagine going to bed with a Georgian!