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, but 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 isvecbahis 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 isveçbahis giriş 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 danced 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 isveçbahis yeni giriş 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.