Babette

Around 1973, Babette entered my circle of friends. So he was baptized among us. He was then a little over twenty and studied at some university. Tall and spectacular Slavic blonde. First of all, Babette introduced a new style of dress and behavior. He created a new look, so to speak. Unlike the sluts from the cruising area or boring intellectuals who walked around in what looked like women's trouser suits and unkempt old women's sweaters, she began to dress fashionably, in a Western way, to get or buy from foreigners beautiful shirts, shoes, deodorants, colognes (all this was not available in the USSR). We met gays from the socialist countries - from Hungary, Czechoslovakia or GDR - and they sold fashionable things to us, because they needed Soviet money but the official exchange rate in the USSR did not suit them.

Babette also introduced a new style of communication, a specific language based on a witty play of words from gay jargon. So our meetings and walks around the city center became fun and entertaining.

But Babette's main achievement was that he was the first to realize that it was possible to approach people "not like that", i.e. straights. Why go to gay meeting places, make daily rounds of them and each time make sure that “there are the same people again” or that “there is no one suitable at all”?

That's how Babette once one day came up to a straight man (or a man from the Caucasus), said something to him, chattered him up and, in the end, had sex with him. After a while it became a system. And after a while, I myself switched to the same system. We can say that it was very successful. But more on that later.

Rimming was once a wild thing

When I discovered gay meeting places (this was in 1967), I did not yet know about this type of sexual activity. However, already then, in those distant Soviet times, I heard the word feuille de rose from gays. In those days, they used the French term of the early twentieth century, which meant "rose petal", i.e. tickling the anus with the tongue. And at first, it was probably common among heterosexuals. Nowadays, everyone has switched to the English term "rimming"

In those days, in the 60s, licking ass was an outlandish trick, and those who performed it were considered crazy, even by gays. How is it possible to lick an asshole that people shit and fart from! After all, the ass can be badly wiped or not wiped at all, pieces of dried shit sometimes hang on the hairs near the anus ... And here is the spot to lick?

However, in the second half of the 1970s, rimming became more or less an accepted part of the sex act. And what is most surprising is that passive gays do not need it, they have no desire to have their asshole licked . It was heterosexuals who got pleasure from rimming! They usually get their asses licked.

There is also a Russian term for rimming. It's called a "drill". So I heard from someone: we had a guy in the army who got drilled. What is it, they asked him. - This is when your anus is licked.

This is a very common practice in our days, and a lot of people do it.

Trip to Azerbaijan

 

During my student holidays in 1971, I decided to go to Baku. I went there for a whole month. I have already heard a lot about the fact that in “Azerbaijan it is very common that they fuck in the ass” and so on. I can’t say that this was confirmed, in any case, “many” was an exaggeration. With great difficulty, I managed to get a room at the “Azerbaijan” Hotel. This hotel was mainly for visitors from the regions of the republic.

I lived in a shared room. But for the most part, I was there alone. In the center of the city was the square "Parapet", allegedly a cruising area. But Azerbaijanis, like all southern peoples, have a peculiar mentality, they are mostly bisexual. These bisexuals, though, will not specifically go looking for someone in notorious places.

I also saw local "girls". They were particularly vulgar. It was customary for them to shout loudly and behave in such a way that the whole street would understand who they were. At the sight of a good-looking guy or man, they screamed something like “how I want a dick”… The faggots were called "götveren", i.e. "ass giver".

One of the local "girls" once said to me:

- Oh, look what a beautiful blonde has arrived! Honey, where are you from? Well, how do you like our men? Honey, why are you sitting here alone on the bench? Do you think that they will approach you as if you were a real girl? They will not.

It really was like that - the men stared, even turned around, but they never took the first steps to get to know you. Still, there were some pick-ups, I brought guys to the hotel. I can't say that any of them were particularly memorable. I only remember that I kept score of my fucks by drawing lines on the wall with fountain pen. In a month it seemed to be seven or eight.

Villagers from the districts stayed at the hotel. Here among them there were still “archaic” types, for whom getting to know a guy and fucking with him was a normal thing, which could be shared with friends. Late one evening, an Azerbaijani man met me in the corridor and invited me to his room. There were five more people there (wow, good ones). They said that I should go to bed with them (there was a free bed). I undressed and lay down. But then the hotel maid bursts in (which is strange) and starts yelling. She kicked me out. Like, you can't sleep in someone else's room. Most likely, this intrusion, which disrupted my promising night, happened because often, in the absence of places in the hotel, strangers befriended their fellow countrymen and stayed overnight in their rooms. In a word, it had nothing to do with vile policing.

Once I witnessed a funny spectacle. I went to a cafe in the city center, sat at a table and drank coffee. Suddenly the music started playing. And then I saw that young people jumped up from their seats and began to dance with each other! They came up to me and invited me to dance. I was embarrassed and refused. I did not know how to dance and how to behave in a similar situation.

Oddly enough, Baku did not leave any vivid impressions on me. Maybe, except for one case that I remember. But that was on a different visit. Also in January, but during a natural disaster when the whole city was covered with snow. I wandered into the railway station. Suddenly I saw a soldier looking at me with a penetrating look. We immediately approached each other and started talking. It turned out that he was an Armenian from Yerevan, serving in Baku. He himself is a student, urban, served in the army after graduation. They were sent to the station to clear the tracks from snow. Handsome, friendly. Immediately the question arose - where to go to fuck? We agreed to meet in the evening near the bathhouse to go to a private room.

Evening comes. I didn’t really believe that he would turn up, because negotiating with people from the Caucasus “for later” is usually a hopeless business. I came to the bathhouse, I probably waited for an hour. Suddenly, far, far away, at the end of a long street, a spec of a walking man appears. The spec grows in size and turns into a silhouette. I begin to distinguish - this is my soldier.

There was a queue in the bathhouse and we waited for a very long time. Finally we ended up in a large room with a bathhub, with some kind of marble table in the middle. Robert had a wonderful figure - he was strong, hairy, his legs were powerful, like those of a football player. We started doing something. It turned out that he belongs to that rare type of men who only allow to be sucked off, they can’t fuck in the ass,an ass does not give the man an erection. As soon as he tried, at my request, to insert his dick into my ass, the dick went limp. Well, in short, somehow I sucked him off.

His autograph is still kept in my notebook - Robert D. At parting, he said: be sure to come to Yerevan, Armenia, you will really like it there, and you will find anyone to your taste (which was later confirmed).

Public bath

Finally, I managed to overcome my complexes, and I began to go to a public bath in our suburb. It began in the late 1960s and continued until Perestroika and even several years after it. Actually, it was not a general department, but a large hall of showers without partitions, five rows. And a steam room. A visit to the bath was a pleasant event for me, I looked forward to it. I went there twice a week, in the evening, on weekdays, when the contingent was more or less young. Students of technical schools or of a local institute, cadets of military schools, soldiers (they were brought before closing time, and you could be in their midst). I came across men from the Caucasus and gypsies who always went the same bathhouse. Gypsies have big dicks, this is a known fact, I found this out in our bathhouse.

Subsequently, when I went to the West, where there are no public baths, I realized that nowhere else could I see so many different guys and men up close and from a variety of angles and perspectives. Actually, my idea of the anatomy of male body was formed during many years of visiting our bathhouse.

It was a suburb, and there was not much debauchery in the bathhouse. A few local gays, young and old, occasionally came in from the Big City. They ran along the rows of showers, looked out for someone to stand up against in the next shower of the row, jerked off their dick. Sometimes, in the evening, towards closing time, there was a real running around the rows. By the way, the rest of the people saw this activity, and no one was ever indignant, no one said a word. And this once again proves that people had tolerance for this phenomenon. Intolerance and aggressiveness arise when they are instigated by higher authorities.

Of course, in the Big City there were notorious bathhouses where all the queens and gays gathered. Right there, in different nooks and crannies, in the bath toilets, they fucked and sucked dicks. But I haven't heard of any scandals either. The Soviet government did not particularly pay attention to this aspect of life.

Over the many years of going to our bathhouse in the Suburb, I had only one stable acquaintance - a relationship that lasted a couple of years. But the main thing was the contemplation of a large number of male bodies. In the bath, I merged with the general mass of people, and this was also a pleasant feeling.