Chronologically,
it was already later, in the year 1980, or about that time. We lived without
telephone, and one day the doorbell rang. There were three Armenian guys, they
arrived in Leningrad. Someone gave them my address. Then it was customary to
take addresses from friends in order to stay in another city. Well, these
Armenians knew who they were going to, because they were given my address by an
acquaintance who had had sex with me. All of them were students of the
Institute of Physical Culture and Sports in Yerevan. Felix was cheerful,
active, strummed the guitar, we drank. We slept together, we had sex. The other
two of his comrades also came to fuck me, but Felix was, as it were, my main
one. Of course, they all dreamed of women, but on occasion they could well fuck
guys. Bisexuals.
By the way, they
did not understand our Russian women at all, they could take any Russian whore
for a beauty and the ideal of their dreams. Which happened a couple of years
later, when this Felix tried to settle in Leningrad. He began to live with some
slut (with children), who drank and smoked. Once he came to me in panic -
urgently find a doctor for me to treat gonorrhea, which he picked up from his
drinking concubine. And he himself was a handsome man, an athlete!
We have long
noticed that men from the Caucasus see in women, first of all, only a pussy. We
have often seen some handsome Georgian or Armenian walk in company of a
repulsive woman whom no one here in Russia would look at. Also people from the
Caucasus cannot determine our age.
After a while I
went to Yerevan, stayed at a hotel and found this Felix. He often came to my
hotel room alone or with friends, we had sex - with him and with his friends taking
tourns.
And they
themselves, by the way, all the time went out on the balcony to see if some
visiting Russian woman would accidentally come out. They wanted to pick up some
woman in this central hotel. But there were no women! Affordable women are a
rarity there. The situation was like in a men's prison, so to speak.
Felix - we must
give him his due - all the time wanted to give me presents and introduce me to
as many handsome Armenian guys as possible. Once he brought a certain Hamlet
(this was his real name), also from his own institute of sports, a really
handsome man. Unfortunately, we didn’t really succeed, we fumbled with him, but
his dick never got up. He was very worried about this and later apologized.
“Well, I don’t know what happened, I don’t have an erection and that’s it,” he
said (he probably masturbated often).
Armenian Institute of Fysical Culture and SportsBut Felix came
up with another idea of genius. He brought me to the hostel of the Yerevan
Institute of Physical Culture and Sports. First, we stood in front of the
entrance to the hostel, and Felix approached one or another student and said
something in his ear. He probably said something like: “you know, there is one
Russian guy here, well ... that is ... he, like a woman, wants to be fucked in the
mouth and in the ass, do you want to be with him?”
It was then that
I realized how this Caucasian (and generally southern) bisexuality functions.
It functions best through friends and recommendation, but not through hot spots
or street pick-ups. 2/3 of guys and men or even more are ready to fuck guys and
men, but most of them will never take any active steps to find someone.
Near the
dormitory of the Institute of Sports there was a continuous flow of students,
and I was surprised to see how Felix recruited his acquaintances for me. I came
to the hostel in the evening to a specially prepared room which was reserved
for me. I was locked up there, and the key was held by Felix and his friend
Vartan. Actually, they stood at the door and regulated the queue that formed
towards me. And there was a big queue! (This is a unique case, this can never
happen again!) The first ones have already begun to arrive... He enters, and
the door is locked behind him. It should be noted that at first everyone wanted
to fuck in the mouth. I'm sitting, and a student athlete stands in front of me,
pulls out his dick and says: "suck!"
But then they
still went for the ass. There was noise and uproar behind the door, I can make
out some Armenian words like “faggot” and “fuck”. I must say that 2/3 of my
visitors did not impress me in terms of their sizes and sexual capabilities.
This is generally true for athletes. With impressive external forms in the
pants, most often there is something very modest inside. On the contrary, some
random strangers, not students, who were hanging around the hostel at that
moment and got into this stream, left a good impression.
One of them was
very good! While fucking he kept asking me, "where did you learn to give
in the ass so well?". “I never thought it could be such a thrill.
Will you come with me to my city? All my friends will fuck you there too.” He
kept fussing, could not decide where he should come - in the mouth or in the
ass. “I’m going to cum in your ass now… no, I’ll pull out my dick and cum in
your mouth…” However, he didn’t have time to pull it out, and finished in the
ass.
There were also
gloomy types. One hunky guy, like a weightlifter, comes in but the dick is
mediocre. He puts it in my mouth and says:
“I would kill
you if I meet you anywhere else. If not for Felix, I would have killed you because
i hate faggots”.
The queue moved forward.
Ten people passed. I sit in swimming trunks on the edge of the bed, looking
indifferently in the space in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I see
the crowd of students. "Me, me, my turn now!" (in Armenian) - I
understood this from their gestures and intonations.
All of a sudden
everything stops. The hostel is dead. It turns out that a football match will
be shown on local television. Felix and Vartan gave me the keys to the room.
After making sure that there was no one in the corridor, I went to the shower
and toilet and put myself in order there.
After the end of
the football match, everything began anew. Felix and Vartan stood up with the
key on the door and let those who wished through, strictly one at a time.
Finally, I already wanted to stop this business, I was fed up, I felt that
enough was enough. but no! They beg me to stay, “because there is another guy
standing here, he has been waiting for two hours, he did not have time before
football, and now he is waiting.” I served this suffering guy.
In conclusion, I
was fucked by my organizers and gatekeepers - Felix and Vartan. At first I
counted, but then I began to lose count. It seems like twenty-five people
passed through me, no fewer. They all had this psychological mechanism that if
someone fucks, then they must also fuck, and if they refuse, then it means that
they are, as it were, not real men.
Tired, happy and surprised, I returned to my hotel room. You can try this
once in a lifetime!