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"What's full of men and semen?" A submarine! This joke will have naval service members rolling their eyes, as they've heard it a million times. Plus they have better jokes than this. For those of you too young to remember the Cold War, perhaps you are lucky, although China seems to be our new nemesis. A worldwide pandemic, and their war ships cruising by Taiwan, as a show of force seems to be a stark indication that things are heating up. They now have the biggest navy, although they have quite a ways to go, to catch up to the US and others maritime branches. There are still frightening nuclear missiles ready for launch, not just in China or Russia, but unstable countries like Pakistan. These weapons make what happened in Hiroshima or Nagasaki, "child's play," as the yield on these devices is potentially a global killer.
As these words are being read, nuclear powered subs with hundreds of nuclear missiles are out to sea. The doomsday clock from scientists, is closer to a nuclear devastating incident, than it has been in recorded history. Makes you forget the old Soviet bombers with propellers on, although it's the fastest plane with such equipment attached. Just like that era of the 80's, confusion does seem to reign supreme, and there are a lot of proxy wars going on at any moment. I so miss the music and fads from that time, such as pet rocks and rolling up our jeans at the ankle. The movies didn't have the computerized special effects of today, but wow did they have great acting, and lots of them had a well written story.
I worked as a waiter in Brighton Beach. This area in New York, is called "Little Russia." While a good amount of the population is from that country, plenty of Ukrainians, Estonians, Poles and other people from the Iron Curtain. It still is like that up there, and when I visit this part of Brooklyn, so many memories come back. Walking to the best deli's, looking at Coney Island, and the smells bring it all back. There are some wonderful memories. Also some sad ones, as lost a lot of family and friends to HIV/AIDS. This was the era of the quilt, and our carefree moments were erased so very fast. While we were allowed to be more who we are, there was also pushback, in addition to so many unknowns. Seeing young people with sarcoma disappear in the blink of an eye, it still haunts me to this day, and is proof that the governments around the world didn't care nor will.
Yet let's focus on the happy memories. That would be Dmitry, who was one of the best fuck buddies I ever had. Now we use the term friends with benefits, but he really was a joy to be around. I genuinely enjoyed his intellect, humor, and also how tight he was as I literally dropped the western hammer into his eastern sickle. There's a stereotype that Russians aren't funny, but that's all it is, a misnomer that has to one day be vanquished. Many of my customers at the restaurant, were from Moscow or St Petersburg, and pulled some of the best most cerebral pranks that one couldn't begin to fathom. I had my favorites of course, and it was an honor to be requested by several former aristocratic Russians, who told me stories about Czar Nicolas and art and literature. What blew me away, was one of my customers survived Stalingrad. Looking at his small size, I often wondered was his growth stunted, but the courage Russians showed against the nazis is beyond what words can describe.
My little apartment in Flatbush was not luxurious, but at 23 or so, who needs the amenities? It was I believe 400 square feet. A bedroom combined with the living room/kitchenette, and there was a small bathroom that I joked about lubing to get in. At 6'3 and probably back then around 220, it was a tight fit. Some would say it was cozy, but even back then, the rents were astronomical. If you're ever bored, check the prices nowadays. Even better look at if you bought a small apartment, what the service fees and taxes are. It's beyond outrageous, and having moved away, it's fun to visit but forget that. In my building there were lots of people from the Slavic countries, and I was so lucky to have wonderful neighbors. They were from Minsk, which now is Belarus, and I loved this couple who took me in as a "adopted son" in many ways. Being far away from my family and place of birth, they always made me feel welcome. Their meals and stories were incredible, and while I lost contact with them as life often is a river that controls us not the other way around, I remember them with fondness as sometimes it was difficult.
The person who made me happiest was Dmitry. Before he became my regular lover, I knew him as my hair stylist. He would always do a great job with my never ending long hair that needed cutting, and his English was impeccable for someone here just two years. He was my age, and as guys in our twenties, we had a lot in common. We both loved soccer, and also the game of chess. Soon he was at my apartment, teaching me how to castle amongst other maneuvers. Dmitry was so intelligent, and it was frustrating to look at him across the chess board, desiring him in every way. Yet at the time he had a boyfriend, and made it clear we were to be platonic. His blue eyes, blonde hair, and Slavic cheekbones drove me insane. When he left, and went back to work or to his boyfriends house in the Bronx, I'd instantly pull out my penis and explode in thick long trails of cum everywhere. I so wanted him, and the fact that he was 5'7 and maybe 140 pounds, that athletic and lithe figure would sometimes lead to two jerk off sessions after another.
Work took up a lot of time, and did break up some of my frustration. Earlier this year my lover broke up with me, and moved to San Francisco. With some bitterness, I thought about some lucky man, literally banging him into submission. Yet this would anger me, as how could he leave me, and in the manner he did? Yes we weren't getting along like we used to, but doesn't every relationship have ups and downs? My customers were filing in at one time, so the pondering would have to wait. Four tables at once! The host was being such an ass, and tonight I'd give him less of my earnings than usual, to send the message "enough of stacking my section." It was with pride, that I took good care of my diners, and this didn't help whatsoever. A lot of quick work with the testy chef too, who I believe did time in a Russian gulag. The fact that he survived, plus with booze always on his breath, he scared me and the rest of the staff. "Drago" was his nickname, and if you saw the movie, you can now also shake in your boots being afraid of this big guy.
It was a pleasant evening once, that idiotic host stopped the mass seating moves. The Atlantic not being far away, brought the familiar and comforting scent of seawater salt. Our restaurant was very popular, but on this night it slowed down, so I was glad to provide more enhanced entertainment for my guests. Quite often I'd joke with them, or if they were a regular, bring them a shot of vodka "on the house." The owner encouraged this, and I was pleased to give these out to our favorite patrons. As you can imagine learned some Russian and other words here, and also a decent amount of history. The "Great Patriotic War," World War 2, they never on an international scale received the recognition they should have for ending Germany's evil quicker. Plus hearing first hand about Stalin's purges, or how much Sputnik and Yuri Gagarin meant, it was fascinating to hear of these events from the supposed "evil empire people." They were so nice, and President Reagan and other politicians chest pounding bothered me. Yes I knew this was probably more than two countries, but a way of life, yet the folks I met were just as human with the same dreams Americans had.
It finally happened. Dmitry told me his boyfriend had left him. He didn't seem to surprised or devastated, but when he broke this news to me as he cut my hair, it was I who cried for him. He hugged me and told me it was "okay," and yet hit blue eyes suggested with a smile, that we were going to play more than chess at my small house. Sure enough that night he showed up, with his tight t shirt and blue jeans with the rolled up legs. He even had pink Chuck Taylor's on. Dmitry walked in, and in a bag brought out vodka and shot glasses. It was his idea as he said, "let's play drunk chess Terry." The booze was authentic Russian, and burned my throat going down. Yet after a few more shots, and attempting to play chess, I felt Dmitry's hand on my leg. Oh his hand was so warm on my leg through the shorts, and soon my penis was fully erect. It was kind of embarrassing, but at the same time, I wanted him to see how much of a man I was.
Clean shaven and looking sexy, I could smell his cologne, and sensed the tension between us as if it was a cloud. Our lips met. He moaned. Looking into each other's eyes, feeling buzzed from the booze, I was so horny and just wanted to fuck his brains out. Finally that wish was coming true, as our kisses went from pecks to our tongues dancing in unison. His shirt was off and soon were his pants, and damn did I like what I saw in his tighty whities. That rear end of his, was how to describe it other than hot buns as cliche as it may be. Soon he was bent over giving me a view with this, Christmas paper wrapping on it from the bed.
I joined him there, and a hot war of clothes flying everywhere soon ensued. The temperature sizzled, as my naked body was on top of his, looking into his swirly eyes as our cocks touched. Soon we were kissing, and I moved my penis into his rather large testicles, pumping away at him to establish dominance and a burning desire to have him. Our hands all over each other. His non hairy lithe frame. Our chest his soft and mine bear like touching. Our hands together locking up like a vise. Kissing his neck, he smiled with the brightest whitest of pearls, as I went down to his chest. Touching his hardened nipples, I gave them TLC with my tongue, before aiming for his crotch which I yearned for. His dark blonde pubes and plump thick cock felt amazing in my hands. Yet the smile of his, him raising his back up, and his body scent sent me into a shark like frenzy.
Licking his shaft, soon I had him down to his balls. I could taste his sweet precum. Dmitry continued to smile that pixie like look, and I went Hoover style sucking his rod with all of the intensity I could muster. Gently massaging his testicles, I was rewarded with more of his taste, his sperm flying in the upward direction. Fingering his rear end he quivered. I sucked his toes too, as I wanted him to not only forget his boyfriend, but to be given the ride of a lifetime. He gasped as i sucked his toes, and beads of sweat rolled off of his chest onto his very smooth like athletic legs. Damn he was so fit, and I continued moshing down on his penis, taking him to the back of my throat. His thickness and length felt smug there, and his eyes rolled up as he said something not understood. It wasn't English, Russian, or another language, but that of a guy being seduced like never before.
We continued kissing, and I felt his hands on my eight inches. It felt so good, as his hands were warm and magical. Time completely stopped, and after a tongue jockeying session, he smiled and said, "I've never seen such a big one. Please be gentle." "Of course," I lied as there was no way he'd walk out normally with the sexual aggression and load I had at my disposal. Oh yes his lips. He was up and down on my penis, and this was the best blow job ever. I gasped and my fingers palmed the bedsheets, as the feeling of his wet silky mouth was too much. Room spinning pleasure. Oh I had never been sucked upon with this much truly it was out of body like sensuality. Dmitrys lips sealed tight, and the clicking sound of my precum in him, oh yes I was his completely. Couldn't move other than watching him take me into his mouth. Completely.
Soon I was taking him from behind. My hands grabbing his waist, he had that apple bottom shaped rear end that's the dream of every gay guy. The lube was generously applied, and to hear him yell as I entered, let me know I was going to violate him on my terms. Slowly I brought in my penis to him, and two became one, as the cadence of my sliding in his ass was incredible. So tight. So wet. So just drove me crazy when he clenched down on my hard on. Soon we were going at it rabidly, and eventually he got off of my penis telling me to "lie down." Watching my hardness go up and down, his balls and cock on my abdomen was visually appealing along with the amazing feeling of our tongues connecting. I pulled on his hair, bringing his face to mine as we kissed. He and I both were moaning, the bed creaking to our physics based love fest.
I loved his smell, and how he played with my nipples, as I failed him. My hands gripped his ass, and also spanked him. The neighbors upstairs and downstairs must have heard us in our animalistic lust. He continued to moan in high octaves, and soon I felt him cum on my chest. His hot sperm on me turned me on, it was if the rockets boosters were ignited as I plowed him with even more aggression and desire. Oh yes the feeling was all body, as I released my DNA inside of him, shaking violently with a orgasm that was off the Richter Scale. Swear was all over him and me, as I just continued to empty my balls inside his ass. He smiled making even more come out, and soon we cuddled up and fell asleep together. I finally had my Slavic bottom, and this was the first of many times, that perostrika and glastnost occurred before the historians would decide.