Paratrooper

 

New times have come when they began to get acquainted through the Internet. For this, numerous dating sites have been created. A completely inconvenient way, because it turns out that you are buying a pig in a poke. The photo does not represent the person. Nonsense turns out, something like "meeting through lonely-hearts dating." I was interested in straight people and men from the Caucasus. Naturally, almost all of them went to these sites in order to receive material assistance, that is, money, as a rule is not very large sums.

I will say in advance that I have not had almost a single acquaintance on the Internet. A stupid situation arises when you need to arrange a preliminary meeting, i.e. meet a person somewhere on neutral territory in order to see and appreciate him. If I don’t like him, then I need to look for a polite form of refusal, and if I doesn’t like him and I don’t fit, then this is also somehow not very pleasant. This happened once - I went to a meeting with one person who "rejected" me. I returned home as if drenched in slop. Another time, a guy came to my house, whose photo on the site was someone else's. He said, "yes, that's what I look like." I had to pay him something and send him away.

But my biggest mistake was with a paratrooper. On the photo he looked very impressive - in uniform, in a blue beret. It was indicated that he was tall, about two meters, weighing about 100 kg ... He found me himself and began to write persistently, offer services. Well, I thought I won’t regret any money paid for such a paratrooper. This is what I have dreamed of all my life!

Here he calls already on the mobile. He needs it urgently. I ask how much it will cost. He names a very large amount. I express surprise. To which he replies: “Don’t you understand, I’m straight, I’m from the Air Forces!”. That is, "I'm worth a lot."

I agreed. I decided that once in my life I can spend money on this. He came. Really tall and big. However, when he undressed, I was shocked. It was a completely shapeless pile, a bag, without a single visible muscle, all white, without a single hair on the body. Sort of like a sumo wrestler.

He lay down on the sofa. His dick is a dangling rag, no hard-on. Well, then I quickly realized that this was my big mistake and that I needed to get out of it somehow urgently, I had to curtail this business. It seems that I touched "for the sake of decency" his dick with my lips, a lifeless thing. Nothing moved there. But that didn't matter anymore. I came up with something like I’m supposedly out of sorts now, that I can’t fuck, that “it’s better another time.” But that I will pay him, as agreed. In short, I paid him a decent amount of money and sent him on his way. You have to pay for mistakes. There is such an item of expenditure in life - "mistakes".

Later one of my friends scolded me - “have you not seen these paratroopers bathing in fountains on the day of the Air Forces? Haven't you seen those disgusting and un-sexy hulks? I have seen. Here they are.

But this cheeky type about a month later wrote to me again – “do you want to repeat it”. "Repeat what?" I asked him? After all, we didn’t fuck, we didn’t do anything!

By the way, after this stupid meeting with the paratrooper, I once again confirmed my opinion that it is better not to deal with Russians. Russians don’t have a proper hard-on or it’s very weak or it needs to be “lifted” with incredible efforts, after which it falls again. Let them better fuck women (there is evidence that they have problems with women  too - feeble erection).

But later some acquaintances through the Internet did happen. However, in a different way - through an intermediary. More on that later.

First time does not count

But before I opened the meeting places in the Big City - this was in October 1967 - I made two acquaintances here, not far from my home, in our small Suburb.

Once I went to sunbathe in the park, there was a clearing where people usually sunbathed. I tried to be near sunbathing guys, men. On that day, too, I lay down so that I could see two sunbathers. One was older, about twenty-seven, with a beard and mustache, and the other was young, probably twenty, tanned, with body hair and an athletic figure. I liked the athletic one , but I attracted the attention of the other, the one with the beard. We started looking at each other.

Soon the young one left (probably the older one sent him away), and I immediately moved with my sunbathing blanket closer to the older one - I don’t remember under what pretext. Immediately everything became clear, our bodies began touching. His name was Vladimir. He was a teacher of mineralogy at the Mining High School. Mustache, beard ... he looked like a mixture of Nicholas II and Limonov. The body was completely smooth, without a single hair.

In a word, I did not like him, but I hoped that finally through him I would get to know people from this circle, i.e. I will be introduced to more suitable people for me. We walked for a long time (it was during white nights), kissed on the mouth. I was disgusted by it, there was the feeling of a soft sponge sticking to my face. In addition, he kept talking some intellectual nonsense all the time - about the Aryan race, about its superiority, about the Slavs, Russians, Germans. He presented me with an illustration by Čiurlionis (Lithuanian avant-garde artist), gave me Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. But all this was later, and before that, one day he came to me - so we agreed - when I had no one at home. He had a cream with him, we lay down on the sofa, he greased my ass and fucked me once. In general, it was like the first time, it could be counted "for real". I even groaned in pain.

Objectively, everything in him was good - good figure, he was tall and had regular features, a big dick, not from faggot environment, but rather, he was "walking alone". However his type of a gentile intellectual did not appeal me at all. I no longer wanted another fuck with him and dodged it under various pretexts. I often called him, tried to arrange a meeting somewhere where his friends would be.

Once it happened. He invited me to the Metropol restaurant. At the table there were some men (all straight - I did not know this word then) and women. It seems it was the first time I was in a restaurant like this with strangers, and I felt awkward and insecure. I quickly got drunk from a small amount of alcohol. Suddenly, a quarrel broke out. I remember that his friends berated him, Vladimir. And I remember that he was strongly reproached for something. It seemed to me that they reproached him for seducing young guys (meaning me, or what?). Seizing the moment, I ran out of the restaurant. I rushed to my house. On the way in the suburban train I met a school friend, we stood in the vestibule, smoked, talked, and I calmed down.

Then this Vladimir asked me to return Zarathustra. I returned the book. Well, the painting by Čiurlionis that he presented, or rather, an illustration, lay around at our house for a long time, then the glass frame on it cracked. I think it's still in the house somewhere. Here it is:

 Čiurlionis. Truth.

Vladimir Sh. died a long time ago. But, thanks to the Internet, after more than half a century, I found a photograph of him, where he is together with colleagues in geology, mineralogy at the department of the Precambrian era. All this was so long ago, as if indeed in the era of the Precambrian. Vladimir:

 

School years

I don’t know how it was in big cities, but in our suburb, where I lived, in those distant times - the end of the 1950s - the beginning of the 1960s - no one spoke about and, it seems, no one knew that it’s possible to fuck in the mouth. It wasn't mentioned. I didn't hear about it even from notorious womanizers and debauchees. There were no jokes about this. Fuck in the ass - yes, it was! This idea existed, and there was a lot of talk about it. Since there is a hole in the ass, then you can fuck it, such was the logic, apparently. But what about the mouth? Moreover, many in childhood years generally believed that fucking happens only in the ass. They didn't have exact knowledge of human anatomy.

If for some reason two teenagers slept in the same bed (and this happened), then in most cases there were attempts, sometimes successful, to fuck in the ass. Once I spent a night in a booth of collective garden plots because there had to be a night watch. There was a guy with me a little younger than me. So we ended up sleeping in the same bed in that booth. I assumed that maybe we would fuck, and I gave myself an enema beforehand.

And so it happened. We tossed and turned for a long time, talked about fucking, and, in the end, the boy fucked me. Later we met by chance in the city, and we behave as if nothing had happened. In those days, this phenomenon was not designated in any way, there were no words for it, there was no "fag", "gay", etc. It was perceived as a kind of cuddling or a kind of mischief, or something. And later in life, already when we were adults, this was often not indicated verbally either. "Faggot" didn't mean someone who fucked men, it was just a swear word.

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1957

Then I often went to places where people sunbathed and swam. In the suburbs where I lived, there were many parks with lakes and ponds, and in summer, in warm weather, sunbathers lay everywhere. Walking along the beaches was what I called "examining the bodies." Swim trunks were just coming into use then, and many guys and men were in simple black shorts. Some of these shorts were tucked up, rolled up. When they lay in shorts, one could even see balls, dick, and in general these underpants, especially if wet, outlined the entire relief of this part of the body.

We changed clothes and squeezed out wet shorts anywhere, most often in the bushes. So quite often, while  walking, you could see male nudity. Some naked bodies that I peeped impressed me so much that I still remember them ... they remain before my eyes ...

For some reason, it seems to me that in those days, men and guys were taller, bigger and more powerful than they are now. At that time they didn’t pump muscles artificially, the bodies were sinewy, and the muscles were natural.