Soldiers in our house

I already wrote that I stopped bothering myself with long trips in search of sexual partners. I just went out somewhere in our suburbs and accosted guys under various pretexts. Once I went to sunbathe on the lake, which is near to our house, settled down near some Caucasian guy, and we immediately got to know each other, started talking. He turned out to be an Azerbaijani who served here in the army. His name was Mammad. He was strong, short, swarthy.

Needless to say, we very soon ended up at my house, and then he fucked me in the ass. After that, he began to come to me, and each time his visit ended in bed. It seemed that there were plenty of screaming Russian girls around, they literally pestered Caucasian soldiers, what more did he need? And still, he fucked me. And not reluctantly or for practical reasons, but with feeling. I remember that before going to bed, he said something like a toast at the table: “Let's drink to this night that it goes well for us!” Well, you must! I will never forget this.

                                                        

After a while he asked me to allow him to move into an empty room on the ground floor of our old wooden house. I agreed. In the automobile military unit where he served, there was a friendly Armenian-Azerbaijani community. In the end, under the leadership of Mammad, this room was cleaned, put in order, and 5-6 Armenians and Azerbaijanis settled in it. So, approaching the house, one could almost always see the light in the window, join the soldiers, sit in their company. Their room was immaculately clean and there was a smell that so many faggots go crazy about - the smell of men, leather belts, soldier's uniforms and boots.

Soviet soldiers, some from the Caucasus:

Mammad came to me from time to time, stayed overnight with me. By then he had already fucked some faggots who happened to be visiting me. In general, they were simply stunned by the sight of Caucasian soldiers...

A couple of times he also brought women to my room on the second floor. Once he brought one girl, a chubby broad. He fucked her, and we put a chair to the door and peeped through the gap from above how it was happening (not interesting and disgusting).

Other residents of the Armenian-Azerbaijani room knew that Mammad and I were fucking. I wonder how they told each other about it? But there were no problems, full respect for me and for all of us. I remember that an older brother came to one Armenian, we all got drunk, danced wildly, and this brother went to bed with me. He fucked me in the ass, although I did not press my ass into him. At the same time, there were some other guests in the house ... At some point it turned out like this - I counted that about twenty people spent the night in our house. I wonder where the KGB and the police were looking?

All this was about thirty years ago. The house is no more, people have grown old, scattered around the world. Only a couple of army stools remained with the inventory numbers of that automobile military unit and a thick woolen soldier's blanket, brought by them from the barracks.

 

Unrestrained depravity of women in Soviet times

Some people, even the majority, think that the decline in morals occurred after Perestroika, in new, capitalist times. It's not like that at all. Precisely in Soviet times, unimaginable depravity reigned. Women engaged in promiscuity very easily, out of lust, without pursuing any benefit. They laughed at the fact that somewhere in foreign countries there is prostitution. If any woman in the USSR asked for a fee for sex, she would be ridiculed.

Loudly and provocatively laughing girls emerged from everywhere. Their laughter intensified if guys, men, were in sight. I remember how I once walked with two friends, and on the other side a group of girls was moving. So one yelled across the road: “I want to fuck! Fuck me!”

But it was worse than that. In our Suburb there were many military units, barracks. Soldiers told me that every evening girls (for exemple students of a local institute) were crowding around the checkpoint or behind the fence with a bottle of wine in a shopping bag. Well, it was somehow embarassing to pay with money, so they brought drinks. “Here, take a bottle, just fuck me” - that's what it was supposed to mean.

Soviet soldiers were happy to get bottles of wine.

In general, this phenomenon is so strange and not found in any other civilization that I still cannot find an explanation for it.

Young women of a slightly higher social status on certain days went to higher military schools. On such "reception days" one could see a long procession of overdressed and heavily perfumed young women heading there. They went there to get to know servicemen with the eventual prospect of getting married(those young women did not know that the Soviet regime would fall soon and army service would lose its prestige and, most importantly, good salaries).

At work, especially during various parties and drinking gatherings, women actively molested men, literally got into their pants. I remember how one of our employees suddenly approached me. She was ten years older than me (she had a husband), and said: “Well, I’m at home alone today, so let’s go to my place. Well, don't you understand? I need help hanging the curtains".

They pestered men on the streets, stared into their eyes. It wasn't hard for a man or a young guy to find someone to fuck. They would say in those days - "let's go out to find whores." And I myself more than once witnessed how they went out, quickly got to know a girl and brought her home.

Once there was such a case. My friends and I were returning home in broad daylight, we walked past a house under construction, in which construction battalion, mainly Tajiks  worked. They lived there at the same time. Suddenly Tajiks come up to us. And they start to chat us up as if we were girls. My friends refused, but I agreed to meet with one in the evening. As I remember now, his name was Tavakan. I came in the evening, it was already dark, I met this Tavakan, and he apologizes and explains with embarrassment that a girl, a student of the institute, appeared shortly before our date and invited him to the park to fuck. Just like that, very simply, she came to the soldiers to have a casual fuck with someone. That bitch took the Tajik from me! And he was good - tall, slender, with a mustache.

Immediately after the onset of capitalism in Russia, after Perestroika, something changed dramatically in this regard. Now women are hard to pick up on the streets, in public places. Gone is the stupid chat-up line “girl, are you in a hurry?” Now everything is different.