In the late 70s - early 80s, I often went on holiday in Sevastopol. I stayed with friends in a house right on the territory of the historical museum. Every evening I went to the city center for a walk. The male population of the city was unattractive; they were mainly military personnel and Russian-Ukrainian settlers. Such a Slavic type of peasants prevailed there - fair-haired, with colorless eyes, but strongly tanned under the southern sun. It seemed that the Slavs were not in their right geographical place.
I was wondering if there is any "life" in Sevastopol. There was a square in the center of the city, there was a toilet in it, there were benches nearby, and sometimes some types passed through there. I once hooked up with a guy who wasn't a faggot type at all. In the evening we went with him to the beach and there (there were almost no people around) we fucked standing up in the changing cabin.
Soviet submariners:
But there was another case that I would call amazing. I picked up a submariner, a boatswain, or the like. He said that he had been sailing for many months and that he had just landed in the city from a submarine. He really wanted to fuck. We began to urgently look for a place, we went to the city bath with separate showers. We sat in line for a long time and finally locked ourselves in our booth. No "mouths" and sucking, he immediately began to fuck me in the ass. It was good, although we fucked standing up. Oddly enough, he was a straight man who fucked guys in the ass...
Sevastopol submariner:
But the most interesting thing is that, according to him, there were, it seems, twenty people in his crew on the submarine, and twelve of them, as he said, "are now wandering somewhere around the city in search of guys." And that he was kind of lucky that he found me so quickly. It turned out that none of them was gay, they were the most straight people, many with families. They did not fuck with each other, but as soon as they went out into the city while the submarine was moored, they immediately ran to look not for women, but for boys, young people to fuck. There were enough women, whores and prostitutes in the city, they were walking along the main embankment, but these guys dashed from the submarine to look for other guys.
How come? What it is?
However, the suspicion that this is common among the naval forces dawned on me for a long time. Once, back in the year 1969, I got a job as a laboratory assistant at a higher military school (however, I never started working there). I was sitting in the personnel department, talking to a personnel officer. And the door would open all the time and the head of a serviceman in uniform would stick through it.
“Why are you sticking your head in here all the time,” the personnel officer asked with a sly expression on his face, clearly knowing why he does this.
- Why can't I see get to know the new guy? Wow, what a handsome one came…
“Go, get out of here,” the personnel officer chased him away mildly.
Here is such a little-known aspect of our Soviet life.
