Russian Surprise

I bought an apartment in a Bohemian part of the city, which had three gay bars, a gay club, and a sauna, in very close proximity to one another, apart from other gay establishments that were slightly further afield. Being within walking distance, however, I mainly stuck to the venues closest to me.

The first gay bar in the area predominantly attracted a lesbian crowd and therefore wasn’t on my radar. I did, nevertheless, frequent the other two bars regularly. They were very different, and each one held a unique appeal. The first of these two had an active upstairs action section and a plethora of pool tables downstairs surrounding the bar area. Both of these areas also showed porn videos. This bar got busy from eight-thirty onward.  

The second bar did not have a dedicated ‘action’ area, but their large toilet section was always very ‘busy.’ The main attraction for me was the dance floor, which bordered two sides of the bar counter, located in the downstairs area. The vibe in this bar only got going after nine-thirty and got busy by ten.

Being a hardworking individual, my nights out usually took place on Friday and Saturday evenings.

I always referred to these evenings out as my trilogy of depravity because the action bar got followed by the boogie bar, and then finally, the sauna became my last port of call.

On a Friday evening, after I had been to the action bar, little did I realize that a bizarre evening lay ahead for me. The evening had gotten off to a great start in the action bar, and after giving two blowjobs and also having my arse fucked in one of the cubicles, I had finally left for the boogie bar.

I had been there no longer than ten minutes before a hunky guy with a white t-shirt and jeans entered the bar and sat on a stool on the opposite side of the counter. He had light brown hair and a handsome face, and I immediately got the impression that he was of Eastern European descent. He was so butch looking that I instantly surmised from his mannerisms that he was straight. I could also clearly see an array of tattoos on his arms and neck. The tattoos were also not of the subject matter that one would usually see on gay boys. 

I was so intrigued and captivated that on an impulse, I called the barman who had just served him over to me and told him that I would pay for whatever drinks the guy opposite me wanted to order next.

Fortunately, I did not have to wait for long before he once more summoned the barman. After the barman supplied his drink and declined the man’s offer of payment, the barman simply nodded in my direction. A smile then broke out on the guys face as he gave me an acknowledging thumbs-up.

 Not long after, the man arose and moved toward me. As he sat down on the stool next to me, he spoke in a thick Russian accent, “Hi, I am Mikhail, thanks for the drink.”

(Not being a student of phonetics or linguistics, I shall refrain from attempting to write in the accent that Mikhail used. I must, however, say that his accented English was excellent).        

“I’m Donnie,” I replied with a smile.

Without being asked, Mikhail then informed me that he was a sailor on a petroleum containership.

“Oh, do you call here often?” I asked.

“Several times a year,” he went on to inform me before adding, “Listen, I think it’s only fair to tell you that I’m not gay,” he ruefully concluded.

“I didn’t think so,” I countered, before adding, “But it’s my pleasure to buy a good-looking guy like you a drink. Think of it as my contribution to perestroika,” I concluded with a silly grin.    

Mikhail chuckled at my daft humour.

After a brief pause, I changed track and asked, “So, do you visit here often?”

“Sure… I always come here when I visit because I like the music and the vibe.” He informed me.

As I nodded, Mikhail then went on to explain, “Straight bars are boring, and there is always some arsehole that looks for shit when they find out I’m Russian. I’m not afraid of a good fight, but in my job, I cannot afford to get locked-up on foreign soil.”       

The imp in me now couldn’t resist as laughingly proclaimed, “Well, unfortunately, you won’t find any pussy in this place, Mikhail.”

“That’s no problem because I don’t come here to find pussy,” he matter-of-factly answered.

“Oh?” I retorted.

“Donnie, I don’t pick up women in bars. It’s just too much of a hassle,” he replied, before qualifying, “I order women from an agency that knows me very well. They know what I like and always send the right ‘merchandise’ to my hotel.” Then after taking a sip of his beer, Mikhail gave me his full philosophy on the matter.

“If you pick a woman up at a bar, you have to buy them drinks and talk your arse off. When you get back to the hotel, more talk follows before you hopefully get them into bed. Then all the do’s and don’ts follow, and sometimes, you end up bored with the bitch because she ends up being a shit fuck. Afterward, you have to cuddle and kiss them before having to listen to all their bullshit at breakfast the following morning, before you finally get rid of them. It’s just too much trouble.”    

Mikhail now excused himself to go for a piss. Much as I got tempted to join him, my fear of stage fright at the piss-trough precluded me from doing so. I also didn’t want him to think that I was trying to come onto him.

Upon returning, his litany recommenced. “The women from the agency know their purpose, and for an hour their mouths, pussies, and arseholes are at your disposal. Then, they fuck off,” he concluded with delight on his face.

Words eluded me, and I simply nodded in agreement.

“Come, let’s boogie,” he then said, surprising the hell out of me.

“Do you want to dance with me?” I asked in total astonishment.

“Sure… In Russia, men dance together all the time,” he answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As we commenced boogieing, Mikhail moved with a primal manly rhythm. His demeanour was very masculine, and his bowed arms parenthesized his magnificent frame majestically. Having not seen his body from the waist down before this, I now also observed that his jeans were coating what were solid bandy legs, escalating my excitement even further. Unlike the queens dancing around us, Mikhail did not flail his arms about or clap them above his head in a camp manner.

Above all, the envious looks I received from the spinning eyes surrounding us gave me a real thrill. I was, without doubt, dancing with the sexiest hunk in the bar.     

As we dance for the next forty minutes or so, he frequently smiled at me. There was nothing suggestive about his expression, but merely the contented smile of someone enjoying himself.

When we finally returned to the bar, I bought him another beer. Mikhail now told me that he wasn’t married, and being away from home as much as he was, he had no plans to do so.

He also told me that he was staying at a well-known hotel a block away, which his employer insisted upon because they got great rates from the establishment. 

After I mentioned that I had never been to the hotel and had always wondered what the accommodation was like, he said, “Well, when we leave, I will show you my room… And then I will give you some real Russian vodka.

I knew that I was barking up the wrong tree, but the thought of prolonging my visual pleasure was very alluring.

Once we ultimately got back to his hotel room, Mikhail asked me if I wanted a beer first before moving onto the vodka, which I gladly accepted.

We then sat in the two comfy chairs on either side of a small round table, situated next to the window in his room, and continued talking.

“So, Donnie, have you ever fucked a woman?” Mikhail then asked out of the blue.

Somewhat taken aback, I replied, “No, it has never interested me.”

“Have you ever watched a man and a woman fucking?” he then inquired.

“Only in a porn movie,” I answered, bewildered by the question.

“Mmm, well, that doesn’t count,” he quickly responded before adding, “I know you are gay, but we must all learn new things in this life… Would you like to watch me fucking a woman?”

My heart almost stopped. Much as I knew that I wasn’t going to get lucky. The thought of seeing naked, nevertheless, almost had me convulsing with excitement.

Elated as I was, I didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic and maybe give him second thoughts about his proposal. “Sure, why not learn something new,” I countered, with a controlled smile to suppress my eagerness.

“Okay, let’s do it,” he said as he took hold of his phone.

After a short discussion with another person on the phone, Mikhail verbally acknowledged the twenty-minute delay of the arrival of the woman that he had ‘ordered.’

As we sat there waiting, my mind was in a spin, and I couldn’t believe how bizarre the events of the night had become. As we continued talking, Mikhail now removed his shoes and socks, as well as his jeans. Next, he also unbuttoned his shirt.

Not only were the parts of his body now on display incredible and also covered in tattoos. Additionally, there was a very healthy looking bulge in the front of his white underpants.

When we finally heard a knock on his door, I was practically drooling with anticipation.

After an attractive woman entered and introduced herself as Nadine, she got summarily told to take all her clothes off. Mikhail now removed his underpants and shirt as well, revealing a heavenly bubble-butt and spectacular uncut dong. 

As Nadine now focussed on me, Mikhail let out a chuckle and asked her if she minded having me watch them fucking. Nonplussed, she simply shrugged her consent with a ‘why not’ gesture.

After briefly tweaking her nipples, Mikhail placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her body downward. As she looked up at him with her mouth open and ready, Mikhail took hold of his impressively erect knob and playfully slapped her cheeks a few times.    

With her hair formed into a ponytail by his left hand, the invasion of her mouth shortly began. Mikhail now started giving her mouth, teeth, tongue, and throat a solid brushing. As I watched, I was particularly enchanted by his twitching glutes as he skull-fucked her. Nadine was a real pro and proved equal to the challenge.

A short while later, Mikhail looked at me and asked me to retrieve a hand towel from the bathroom. As I handed him the towel, he told me to stay put next to him.

Mikhail now removed his saliva sodden cock from her mouth and told her to clean off all the drool on her face and chest. After she had done so, he lifted her body and threw her backward onto the bed. After pulling her hips to the edge of the bed, Mikhail instructed her to open her legs and hold them back for him.

Next, Mikhail placed the head of his wet dick on her portal and started smearing his knob in the folds of her vulva. Slowly and deliberately, he then began his invasion.

As he did so, he looked at me and asked, “Does this turn you on?”

“Yes,” I nervously replied, afraid that he would invite me to give it a try. Fortunately, this request did not materialize.

With a smile, Mikhail now got on his merry way as her gobbling pussy lips commenced clamping onto his dick. As he then began spearing into her pussy more vigorously, he also started fondling her breasts. Mikhail appeared to be taking his time, and there were no signs of urgency from him. Nadine also competently fulfilled her role by groaning approvingly.    

As I stood enviously watching, I wished that I could swap places with her and enjoy what she was experiencing. Mikhail’s caressing hands now also broadened their range, as they encompassed her legs, torso, tits, as well as the odd clit strumming by his thumb.

While observing him, I found myself becoming more and more turned on. In all fairness, I have to be honest and admit that Mikhail was the actual focus of my attention. My imaginary transference of being on Mikhail’s receiving end had me almost pissing in my pants. I was almost in a trance when he commenced solidly rubbing her nub with his thumb, and she began to squeal with delight.

Shortly, Mikhail extracted his dick, and after placing the hand towel that was next to them on the bed under her, he put his left hand on her stomach to confine her body. Following this, the closed fingers of his right hand now began manically spearing into her portal, before he then commenced alternating between also rubbing her pussy with his open hand and palm.

I had only ever read or heard about women squirting. What followed now, however, was a masterclass in this ritual. I watched entranced as liquid gushed out of her pussy like a faucet as Mikhail’s hand ferociously sustained an assault on her snatch. Nadine was practically convulsing as she writhed under his ongoing onslaught. Foreign as this was to me, the dominance of his actions excited me enormously.        

When Mikhail finally stopped his offensive, Nadine looked spent.

“What did you think about that?” he asked, like a salesman clinching a big deal. 

“Incredible,” was all I could think of answering.

“While she relaxes for a while, let’s drink some more beer,” Mikhail now suggested.

As we returned to the small table for our drinks, Mikhail looked at me and said, “Donnie, you need to relax and get into the swing of things. The best way to do that is to be naked. Take off all your clothes.”

His words sounded more like a command rather than a request. With all that had happened, I also didn’t want to be a party pooper. As I went along with his demand, there was an approving look as he scanned my naked body.

“That’s much better,” he proclaimed.

Without hesitation, Mikhail now told Nadine to assume a doggy position on the bed. “Now let’s fuck her arse,” he then announced.

Picking up on my apprehensive demeanour, Mikhail chuckled before saying, “An arse is an arse, comrade, don’t get stuck in a gender paralysis outlook. Just enjoy the experience and go with the flow,” he finally concluded.

It felt like a strange camaraderie had been born between Mikhail and me, and I was inexorably being taken into another dimension by him.

As Nadine extended her arms behind her and spread her cheeks, I was pleased to see that her nails were cut short and coated in natural-looking nail polish. Had they been bright multi-coloured ‘talons,’ I’m not sure I would’ve coped with that unpleasant development.

I was no longer only comfortably a voyeur, but soon to become an active participant. My greatest worry was that my cock would simply refuse to rise to the occasion. As Mikhail and I stood side by side, surveying the entrance to her sanctum of constricting eroticism, he placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze. Ironically, it was his touch and not her backside that ignited the passion required to avoid the embarrassment of not being able to get an erection.   

With a fatherly look, he then looked into my eyes and said, “Why don’t you open her up for me, Donnie?”

As I placed the head of my dick on her portal, Mikhail puckered his lips as he built up the saliva in his mouth. Following that, he leaned over slightly and dribbled spit onto my dick and her butt-hole. Mikhail’s hand, which had earlier been on my shoulder, then moved down to my backside and commenced tapping my butt-cheeks in a ‘get on with it’ gesture.      

After entering her arse, I began grinding my knob into her. Mikhail then placed his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “How does that feel?”

“Great,” I answered.

With a chuckle, he then lightly nibbled on my earlobe. I was both confused and thrilled by this at the same time.  

‘What the fuck is this guy playing at,’ I pondered. ‘Is he just teasing me, or is there something more happening right now?’

Mikhail had made it clear that he was straight, and we were busy fucking a woman after all, and yet something about his demeanour had begun to signal something more. The one thing that was for sure, however, was that I had never before desired anyone else more than him in my life.

At this point, all the events of the evening this far had begun to overwhelm me, and I could feel my ejaculation approaching at breakneck speed.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned.

“Fill her up for me,” he again whispered as he put his tongue in my ear.

That was the last straw, and I now shot a load of my life in her backside.

After I moved to the side afterward, Mikhail now took over, and soon he was hammering away rigorously. Unlike me, however, he took his time and gave her a severe butt-bashing.

After he had also unloaded, things moved along very quickly, and before long, Mikhail was saying goodbye to Nadine at the door.

Upon moving back in my direction and before again joining me at the table, Mikhail collected a bottle and two shot glasses from his cupboard.

“Now we drink proper alcohol,” he announced as he sat across from me.

After pouring our vodkas, he then lifted his glass and said, “Nasdrovia,’ before slugging back his drink. I, of course, could only manage to sip mine slowly.

“So… did you enjoy watching me fuck her?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“What were you thinking as I fucked her?” he then inquired.

“How lucky she was,” I replied with a smile.

Mikhail now let out a hearty laugh before answering, “I could see the envy in your eyes. In any case, it looks like I taught you something tonight, Donnie.” 

“You sure did,” I responded with a laugh.

After a fairly lengthy pause, Mikhail poured himself another drink, which he again slugged back.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t keep the woman for a double-booking,” he informed me before continuing; “Vodka always makes me horny.”

“Oh?” was all I could manage.

Mikhail now got a strange look on his face before he again spoke. “Maybe you can also teach me something tonight?”

With my heart now really pumping in my chest, I coyly asked, “What would you like me to teach you?”

“Well… I have often wondered how different a man’s mouth would feel on my cock,” he matter-of-factly stated.

Not knowing how to verbalize my response and still a little sceptical, I, nonetheless, decided to opt for a bold response. After getting up off my chair, I moved alongside the table and got to my knees.

As we locked eyes, Mikhail now got up very slowly and moved before me. I was pleased to observe that during this process, his dick rapidly began to fill with blood.  As he took hold of his knob, I opened my mouth invitingly.

It felt like we were in slow-motion as his cock moved ever closer before the uncut head touched my lips. As he measuredly entered my mouth, my tongue began lolling around his dick-head. If I was to be a teacher, then I wanted to give him a masterclass in m2m oral pleasure.

It did not take too long before my head got secured in his hands, and my throat compliantly expanded for his oral incursion. If there was one thing I did well, it was giving head. Shortly, Mikhail was groaning lustfully. The two things that pleased me most; was that I now got to feel the twitching glutes as my hands rested on his butt cheeks, and secondly, that Mikhail seemed to be in no hurry.

I got flooded with gratification as he leisurely skull-fucked me. I also couldn’t believe that I had got so lucky and began to wonder how far things might go with him.

I was brought out of my reverie when he asked, “Are you in a hurry to get home?”

I then uttered a decisive negative mumble.

“Good,” he replied as he merrily continued to fuck my face.

I was pleased by what I had just heard and again pondered if he would ultimately want to fuck me.

A short while later, Mikhail extracted his dick from my mouth and looking down, suggested, “Maybe there are also other things you can teach me?”

With a devilish smile, I looked up at him and replied, “I would love to. After all, Mikhail, an arse is an arse.”

As we both burst out laughing, he started playfully slapping my face with his dick.

“Well, seeing you are not in a hurry, let me continue to enjoy this great blowjob for a while longer,” he said as my head was once more embraced, and he continued to tantalize my throat.

Without cumming, Mikhail later again removed his dick from my mouth and told me to stand up. He then had another glass of vodka before leading me toward the bed. As I lay on my back, I opened my legs high and wide for him. The load I had received earlier that night made his entry very comfortable.

Once he had entered me, he lowered his torso as his thrusting began and placed his head next to my head. Shortly, I once again felt him nibbling on my ear. When he had fucked Nadine, he had never kissed her, and so I wasn’t too hopeful that this would happen with me, much as I would’ve loved it. The pleasure of having this hunk on top of me as he fucked my arse, nevertheless, was far more than I had hoped.

After a further ten minutes of bliss, Mikhail suddenly lifted his head, and after looking into my eyes, he said, “You know, Donnie, I have just decided that if I’m going to learn new things tonight, I may as well go all the way.”

With that, Mikhail lowered his face and commenced kissing me passionately.

‘Oh, Jesus, can this get any better?’ I thought to myself.

Fortunately, it did. Mikhail explained to me that he didn’t like to cum too often. For him, fucking was a journey and not a destination. According to him, cumming too often took the edge off the fun.

Subsequently, we fucked for the next two hours. Mikhail fucked me with me on my back and on my stomach, and also frequently incorporated oral sex into the mix. We were both exhausted by the time we finally shot our loads.

After more vodka, Mikhail then invited me to stay the night and join him for breakfast the following morning.

Once we got back into bed, we were both soon asleep.

Early the following morning, however, we again took up where we had left off the previous evening for another hour-long session.

At breakfast, he asked me what my plans for the day were. I had none and told him so, but did invite him to dinner at my home, an invitation that he gladly accepted.

After an early dinner later that day, Mikhail told me that he thought we still had more to learn from one another. He then suggested ordering a woman for a double booking so that we could have a holistic threesome.

I had enjoyed threesomes in the past, but not with a woman. I cannot say that I felt overjoyed at the prospect, but knowing that he would be in the mix was enough for me.

I was pleased that Nadine was again on duty. After she arrived, we were all soon naked and romping on the bed. The session was far better than I had anticipated as oral sex, kissing, and double fucking all occurred. What I enjoyed the most was when we simultaneous double-fucked her in her pussy.

After Nadine left, Mikhail and I once more sat in the lounge chatting.

“Well, you cannot say that we didn’t learn a lot from each other so far this weekend,” he stated.

“We sure did… except… well… I believe that I can still teach you something more,” I gingerly stated.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

His question got answered as we made our way to the sauna.

As you would imagine, Mikhail was like a flame to all the gay moths there that evening. To put it mildly, we fucked our arses off and were replete when we made our way home in the early hours of Sunday morning. Mikhail had really enjoyed himself.

Even though Mikhail spent Sunday with me and we and we fucked many times, it was a relatively laidback day.

After Mikhail departed the following week, I am pleased to report that we always got together whenever he visited the city.