Batumi is a small Georgian resort town on the Black Sea, less than a hundred thousand inhabitants, but I have most wonderful memories associated with this town. I was there several times (1977-1981), and all these times merged into one in my memory. I liked to stay there in October, even stretching into November, when the holiday season had already ended. And as the local residents said, “we live from season to season”, i.e. while Russian women come and there is someone to fuck. It was said that in summer tourist boats came to Batumi, and Russian fair-haired whores, thirsty for fucking, did not even go ashore. They were lying in the cabins, windows looking out onto the pier, half-naked or completely naked, and a line of Georgians queed up for them. The men went in in turn and fucked them. With me, when I came in October, this disgrace was gone. I saw only a couple of times how young people, Georgians, apparently, rural types, in jackets, squatted near a woman sunbathing on the beach and "jerk off on her" in their imagination. Most likely, having returned home, they, under the impression of what they saw, jerked off for real.
Once I met a Georgian guy on the Maritime Boulevard. It seems that he was from the neighboring town. We spent the whole evening in a cafe. There was a complete chaos there - you could order wine on tap and whatever you liked, The room was full of thick tobacco smoke, noise, music. For some reason, it went without saying that if I sit in a cafe with this guy and talk for a long time, drink with him, then this means that later we will sleep together. And lie down together in one bed, we will fuck. And so it happened at that time. True, the landlady kicked me out the next day because we smoked a lot... But it was for the best. They showed me where to go to look for a place to stay. And I found a brilliant place where there was no landlady.
From the Batumi railway station there was a street full of private houses with some buildings and sheds in the yard, often two-story. It all looked like heaped dovecots ... I settled in one such upper "dovecot". Toilet and taps with water in the yard, nearby. So you could wash up and give yourself an enema at any time.
Interestingly, there were two beds in the room. I could control the situation. 1) pay for the second bed so that no one shares the room with me 2) pay for the second one, but invite someone to spend the night in one bed, telling him that the second bed is not mine, not paid for. There was such an option - to sleep together in the same bed, i.e. half price each. One bed for two was rented out, if two people sleep there together! An ideal situation!
Old Batumi railway station:
The meeting place in Batumi was located at the railway station, on the platform. There was a toilet nearby. I remember the inscription on the wall (in Russian), something like this: "Even if you only fuck in the ass you are still a faggot ." That is, it was a reminder to those who believe that if they perform exclusively the active role, then, according to existing concepts, they are one hundred percent straight men.
Over time, I got to know the local visitors to the cruising area. There was only one notorious Georgian “girl”, the rest were family people who came there every evening in search of someone. Once I asked my friends at a gay place what they call “such” people in Georgian. Of course, in the Georgian language there are rude words for them, but among themselves they say this: “he understands” or “he does not understand (these things)”. So I heard all the time from them - “this one understands”, “this one does not”.
There was a buffet at the station. The buffet sold cheap wine on tap. There were stands. And this is where my pick-ups took place. It was enough to stand next to someone with a glass of wine, start a conversation, then continue drinking, and after a while, sometimes very soon, we went to spend the night at my place, because the guy either did not have a place to spend the night in Batumi, or what else.
It was a wonderful time! Rather, a short period of time. No "homosexuality", but just dating and fucking Georgian straight men, occasional people. One day a soldier was sitting on a bench on the platform. I sat down next to him and we immediately started talking. He turned out to be a Kurd from Ashgabat.
After a short conversation, we went to fuck right next to the platform. There was a big thick tree. Everything was brightly illuminated by lanterns, but there was a black shadow behind the tree. Here we stood in this shadow, I rested my hands on a tree, and he fucked me with might and main with his big dick. “If I had more time,” he said, “we would have another go. But he had to return home for a visit. In general, there were no complexes, no embarrassment, as if it were the norm!
I also remember one guy, a Georgian. He spent some time in prison, but now he was hanging around without money, running around the towns of Georgia, apparently hiding from someone. He lived with me for several days. When I brought him to me, we first lay down in different beds. However, very quickly, under some far-fetched pretext, he moved to my bed.
He fucked me a lot and for a long time. Then he once said that "with my wife I did not get such pleasure as with you." True, this one demanded "then you take it in your mouth." He probably needed it for "prestige". I think I gave him a lick once.
A little about the Georgian "girls", i.e. passive gays. They really often look like "girls", but they were all terribly hairy, wobbly. They behaved in such a way that for seven miles you could see who they were ..
In Batumi, I knew such Georgian provincial "girl". He was a soulful person. He lived in the center of the city, and he also had a brother (not like that), who told him that “if I find out something terribly disgraceful about you from someone, I’ll kill you.” Nevertheless, there, in Georgia, in those days there was still such a manner of behavior. It is probably eastern, archaic. An ouvert "girl", a passive gay, went to the market and arranged a kind of performance there. He began to behave like a whore, let everyone know who he was, grimace, shout out some kind of sexual calls. At this moment, all the sellers from all departments and all the servants of the bazaar - they were all of rural origin - raised a loud hoot, whistled, began to wave their hands, make obscene gestures. It ended with the fact that all or almost all in turn fucked this girl somewhere backstage (in the ass, of course, there was no talk of sucking). Some kind of psychological mechanism worked here, that they could not react differently to an open sexual enticement.
Here you are walking through a quiet town, you don’t seem to attract anyone’s attention, but one day, hanging about the town like this, I went into a Batumi bathhouse, into public showers. There was something incredible going on! Looks like people didn't come there to bathe. Everyone was constantly running between the rows of showers, looking out for someone, fiddling with their dicks, jerking them off, some walked around with an erection. They retreated to some dark corners. It seemed to me that they already knew each other there. I did not even have time to look closely and figure out what was happening. They were staring at me in the locker room. Then I went outside, I sat and smoked. People came out too. But a strange thing: on the street they immediately put on a mask of indifference. They behaved as if nothing had happened, as if just a minute ago, they were not rushing like mad all over the bathhouse with an erection. On the street, they will no longer get to know someone in order to continue communication or do something. They won't approach you for the purpose of striking up a friendship. Everyone has families, children. The small town…
Despite everything, Batumi left the best memories for me. The complete feeling that there is no division into “homo” and “hetero” and anything else, that there are none of all these stupid labels. We are all together, but there is just a small part of men (stupid, evil?) who “do not understand” the beauty of such fucking.
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It sounds like a joke. In Batumi, they told me that it happened there. One Georgian fucks another in the ass and suddenly takes out a knife and puts it to the throat of the one he is fucking. But the one being fucked cannot see this in the dark, so the top still managed to somehow light a match so that the knife was visible. After that, the one who was fucked asks: “Why are you doing this, what do you want from me?” The other answers: “I wanted to scare you with a knife so that your anus would shrink and be tighter.”
