Felix and his sportsmen

Chronologically, it was already later, in the year 1980, or about that time. We lived without telephone, and one day the doorbell rang. There were three Armenian guys, they arrived in Leningrad. Someone gave them my address. Then it was customary to take addresses from friends in order to stay in another city. Well, these Armenians knew who they were going to, because they were given my address by an acquaintance who had had sex with me. All of them were students of the Institute of Physical Culture and Sports in Yerevan. Felix was cheerful, active, strummed the guitar, we drank. We slept together, we had sex. The other two of his comrades also came to fuck me, but Felix was, as it were, my main one. Of course, they all dreamed of women, but on occasion they could well fuck guys. Bisexuals.

By the way, they did not understand our Russian women at all, they could take any Russian whore for a beauty and the ideal of their dreams. Which happened a couple of years later, when this Felix tried to settle in Leningrad. He began to live with some slut (with children), who drank and smoked. Once he came to me in panic - urgently find a doctor for me to treat gonorrhea, which he picked up from his drinking concubine. And he himself was a handsome man, an athlete!

We have long noticed that men from the Caucasus see in women, first of all, only a pussy. We have often seen some handsome Georgian or Armenian walk in company of a repulsive woman whom no one here in Russia would look at. Also people from the Caucasus cannot determine our age.

After a while I went to Yerevan, stayed at a hotel and found this Felix. He often came to my hotel room alone or with friends, we had sex - with him and with his friends taking tourns.

And they themselves, by the way, all the time went out on the balcony to see if some visiting Russian woman would accidentally come out. They wanted to pick up some woman in this central hotel. But there were no women! Affordable women are a rarity there. The situation was like in a men's prison, so to speak.

Felix - we must give him his due - all the time wanted to give me presents and introduce me to as many handsome Armenian guys as possible. Once he brought a certain Hamlet (this was his real name), also from his own institute of sports, a really handsome man. Unfortunately, we didn’t really succeed, we fumbled with him, but his dick never got up. He was very worried about this and later apologized. “Well, I don’t know what happened, I don’t have an erection and that’s it,” he said (he probably masturbated often).

Armenian Institute of Fysical Culture and Sports

But Felix came up with another idea of genius. He brought me to the hostel of the Yerevan Institute of Physical Culture and Sports. First, we stood in front of the entrance to the hostel, and Felix approached one or another student and said something in his ear. He probably said something like: “you know, there is one Russian guy here, well ... that is ... he, like a woman, wants to be fucked in the mouth and in the ass, do you want to be with him?”

It was then that I realized how this Caucasian (and generally southern) bisexuality functions. It functions best through friends and recommendation, but not through hot spots or street pick-ups. 2/3 of guys and men or even more are ready to fuck guys and men, but most of them will never take any active steps to find someone.

Near the dormitory of the Institute of Sports there was a continuous flow of students, and I was surprised to see how Felix recruited his acquaintances for me. I came to the hostel in the evening to a specially prepared room which was reserved for me. I was locked up there, and the key was held by Felix and his friend Vartan. Actually, they stood at the door and regulated the queue that formed towards me. And there was a big queue! (This is a unique case, this can never happen again!) The first ones have already begun to arrive... He enters, and the door is locked behind him. It should be noted that at first everyone wanted to fuck in the mouth. I'm sitting, and a student athlete stands in front of me, pulls out his dick and says: "suck!"

But then they still went for the ass. There was noise and uproar behind the door, I can make out some Armenian words like “faggot” and “fuck”. I must say that 2/3 of my visitors did not impress me in terms of their sizes and sexual capabilities. This is generally true for athletes. With impressive external forms in the pants, most often there is something very modest inside. On the contrary, some random strangers, not students, who were hanging around the hostel at that moment and got into this stream, left a good impression.

One of them was very good! While fucking he kept asking me, "where did you learn to give in the ass so well?". “I never thought it could  be such a thrill. Will you come with me to my city? All my friends will fuck you there too.” He kept fussing, could not decide where he should come - in the mouth or in the ass. “I’m going to cum in your ass now… no, I’ll pull out my dick and cum in your mouth…” However, he didn’t have time to pull it out, and finished in the ass.

There were also gloomy types. One hunky guy, like a weightlifter, comes in but the dick is mediocre. He puts it in my mouth and says:

“I would kill you if I meet you anywhere else. If not for Felix, I would have killed you because i hate faggots”.

The queue moved forward. Ten people passed. I sit in swimming trunks on the edge of the bed, looking indifferently in the space in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I see the crowd of students. "Me, me, my turn now!" (in Armenian) - I understood this from their gestures and intonations.

All of a sudden everything stops. The hostel is dead. It turns out that a football match will be shown on local television. Felix and Vartan gave me the keys to the room. After making sure that there was no one in the corridor, I went to the shower and toilet and put myself in order there.

After the end of the football match, everything began anew. Felix and Vartan stood up with the key on the door and let those who wished through, strictly one at a time. Finally, I already wanted to stop this business, I was fed up, I felt that enough was enough. but no! They beg me to stay, “because there is another guy standing here, he has been waiting for two hours, he did not have time before football, and now he is waiting.” I served this suffering guy.

In conclusion, I was fucked by my organizers and gatekeepers - Felix and Vartan. At first I counted, but then I began to lose count. It seems like twenty-five people passed through me, no fewer. They all had this psychological mechanism that if someone fucks, then they must also fuck, and if they refuse, then it means that they are, as it were, not real men.

Tired, happy and surprised, I returned to my hotel room. You can try this once in a lifetime!

 

My first trip to Armenia

It seems to have been January 1973, my student holidays, I was in Baku, Azerbaijan, which was covered in snow, and from there I decided to take a train to Yerevan, the capital of Armenia. Yerevan, too, as it turned out, was covered in snow. I stayed at a hotel located quite far from the city center, where an old, rattling and slow tram went. The hotel room was for two, and therefore it was impossible to invite anyone.

Armenians are all around and only Armenian is spoken everywhere. Russian population and easily accessible Russian women were not visible there, so men had sexual hunger. The Opera and Ballet Theatre in Yerevan:

Immediately in the center I found several public toilets, where, as it turned out, life was in full swing. One of them was in the square near the Opera and Ballet Theatre. All underground toilets were in a terrible state, there were mountains of shit and puddles of urine, a strong smell of bleach, besides, in the evenings they were not lit, it was pitch dark. And so Armenians descended into this fetid darkness, they coped with it without problems and there they performed all sorts of sexual acts. Basically, of course, those who wanted to fuck prevailed. I had sex right in the toilet, but I was not satisfied with such anonymous sex, I wanted to see a man naked, to feel his body.

There was one guy, wow, with whom we went to fuck several times at the amusement site that was not working in winter. It was near my hotel, and there, in some kind of wooden booth, I stood on a bench, and he fucked me well. Then he explained to me: “I don’t know what it is, but, here, I have an urge to fuck a guy.” But with what a pleasant feeling I walked through the snow back to my hotel! I remember that along the way I saw young people walking around, singing “Money, Money” by Abba in Armenian.

I remember once in a cruising area near a public toilet I got into a conversation with a Russian, a business traveler, who was very upset that he could not find anyone. I asked him what the matter was, there are so many people hanging around here. - Yes, it’s good for you, you are looking for young people and all the young people come here, but I need an old man, an elderly person ... But where can I find him here! He was a gerontophile. At the time, I didn’t understand this attraction at all so I couldn’t even sympathize with him.

It became clear to me that in Yerevan you can make acquaintances everywhere, in all places, because Armenians are bisexual. It was possible to get to know somebody even at the tram stop, where I waited for my tram for about forty minutes. At the same time, an ordinary person could tell you the whole history of Armenia, starting from biblical times, and with the names of all Armenian kings and heroes. They would necessarily point out that Charles Aznavour and Sylvie Vartan were Armenians. The tram itself was fun and sexy. I got into the second car, late in the evening there was a complete mess, everyone smoked (it was allowed) and it happened that I got to know some people. But then again, all sexual activities took place outside, in the cold, in a hurry, because I didn't have a place to invite anybody.

Skipping a few years, I was already on my other visit to Yerevan. A strange and macabre incident happened. I just met on the street an Armenian of about thirty, handsome, with a black mustache. He really liked me and I liked him too. It turned out that he was from Feodosia (Crimea), he came to Yerevan to visit relatives. We went to a bathhouse, to a separate room with a bathtub. After all the caresses, he began to push his dick up my ass. As luck would have it, there was no lubrication, my saliva, apparently, was not enough, my ass was too tight. Suddenly, blood started flowing profusely from his cock. It turns out that the bridle string was torn. There was a lot of blood, at first we were completely shocked and did not know what to do. Finally, the blood was somehow stopped with handkerchiefs. But the mood was gone. We packed our things and got ready to leave. Before leaving, he opened his wallet in front of me and defiantly counted all his money in front of my eyes. But in the beginning, when we only met, he invited me to his place in Feodosia - “the day after tomorrow we will fly together”, “you will live with me”!