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"Hey You! Vat are you doing here?" I startled at the thick Russian accent behind me.
I spun around and a man was walking toward me.
"I... I.." I sputtered not really knowing what was wrong. "I was just looking around the boat"
"You are not supposed to be here it is private!"
"I didn't know..."
This was at Expo 67 in Montreal 1967, I was eighteen and I was exploring the World's Fair site one of the evenings I had a pass for.
One of the attractions that the Soviet Union had brought with them was this amazing ship, more like a yacht that moved through the water on Hydrofoils. Not even considering the technology at the time it was a magnificent craft. What was not widely known was that entry on the vessel was by invitation only ... and it was only "those and such as those " who were invited.
So this evening I was down at the quay where it was moored. There was actually no one around, the gang plank was open, there were no "do not enter" signs so I walked on.
I got quite far into the boat and it was more beautiful inside than it was on the outside. It then that I heard the voice behind me.
The man looked to be about thirty, in a uniform, tall, dark hair and eyes.
As I tried to explain to him that I was not aware I was trespassing, another man came up behind me. I was trapped between them.
"I heard about the boat and I just wanted to see what it was like" I explained "I didn't know it wasn't open to the public"
"Well you should go" the first man said and turned to lead me out.
The second man whose name I later learned was Yuri said something in Russian to the first, (Sergei). Sergei smiled and looked me up and down slowly, nodded and then said to me. "It was innocent mistake, you like to see boat?"
I nodded. "I really would, it is so beautiful"
"Dah we show you ...short tour ..."
"Thank you!"
As we turned again Yuri put his hand on my shoulder, then he arm over my shoulder winked at me and lead me down the gangway. I thought it was a little strange but didn't object. Like Sergei he was about 30 yrs old
"I am Yuri" he said by way of introduction
"Uh... I'm Mikel"
Yuri smiled and pointed to the other man "He's Sergei"
I nodded to him "Hi"
"So how old you are?"
"I'm 18"
Both men seemed to smile happily at that. We arrived at some kind of lounge and Sergei produced a bottle from the bar. "We have a drink, you like Wodka?"
"I don't drink" I stammered
"You will like" Yuri said and put a glass of the clear liquid in my hand. "Like this" he said and just threw his glass back to his mouth and swallowed the whole shot. He nodded eagerly at me.
I was kind of scared at this point because I had never had a drink in my life but I had heard some crazy things about this `wodka' stuff. But I was stuck between a rock and a hard place it seemed. I put the glass to my lips and poured it back. Then proceeded to choke as it burned it's way down.
Yuri hugged me close and they both laughed and poured me another. It went down at their encouragement too. It went down only slightly easier. This was followed by another. Then we moved on Yuri still with his arm over my shoulder, his fingers gently touching my neck... in a kind of seductive way.
"You good looking boy" Yuri said. "You have girlfriend?"
I nodded
Then he did something that made my mind do a "Wait What???"
His free hand brushed down my belly and across my crotch. I sprang an immediate boner. His hand stayed down on my belly as Sergei also came closer. I didn't know what was happening to me but certainly the `wodka' buzz that was hitting me was reducing my resistance to their advances rapidly.
Sergei took a swig from the bottle he had brought with him from the bar and gave me some more. I tried to refuse but Yuri helped me take yet another swig, laughing as he did. I was now no longer steady on my feet, and things were starting to spin around me a bit.
"I... I... think I need to sit..." I slurred at them.
Sergei smiled at me, Yuri was now holding me from behind in a sort of loose hug around my waist rubbing at my cock through my jeans. Sergei leaned forward. "You like? Dah?" then he took hold of me head and kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue into my mouth before I could do anything .
I was now so fucking horny and I had absolutely no resistance . I opened right up to him.
Yuri said something in Russian again and Sergei took my hand leading me down some steps and down a narrow hall. They were talking it seemed almost excitedly. He opened a cabin door and we all went inside. It seemed like seconds later my jeans were off and actually in less than a minute we were all naked .
Yuri now was in front of me and Sergei was kneeling behind me. The next thing I felt as Yuri fondled my cock gently stroking it, was Sergei pulling my cheeks apart and something warm and wet at my ass... then probing! Then entering my ass. He was tongue fucking me and I thought I was going to cum right there and then. I let out a loud groan that could not be mistaken for anything but pure pleasure. Yuri kissed me, his tongue deep into my mouth . We kissed for several moments my tongue now getting into the action while Sergei continued to attack my ass. I felt so good.
Then Yuri broke off the kiss and knelt before me. He smiled up at me and I watched as my hard precum oozing cock disappeared into his mouth. It was only seconds after that, that I let out another groan and my hips lunged forward as I released I'm sure one of the biggest loads of cum into his throat and mouth.
As my orgasm was spending itself out I felt Sergei stand up . I felt him move in closer and I felt what I knew had to be his cock sliding between my wet cheeks . He maneuvered himself a bit and I felt a stab of pain as he entered me. It really didn't hurt much, what with the remains of my orgasm as Yuri was still sucking on my cock and the alcoholic buzz. Once he was in I wanted him never to leave.
Yuri let me go and backed off, I bent forward a bit and started flexing my hip forward and back in rhythm with Sergei. Fuck it was so good. He was grunting and groaning as he was clearly about to climax. I felt him suddenly speed up and then with one mighty push he exploded deep inside me , muttering something in Russian. He held me tight as he emptied himself inside me.
Moments later as he finished and pulled out he was replaced by Yuri. I was not complaining. He fucked me harder and faster than Sergei but I enjoyed it every bit as much.
I was groaning and cursing out my pleasure .
"Ohhhnnn fuck yeah ... Ohnnn Yeah! Fuck me hard you bastard I so fucking want you!!!"
Yuri didn't last as long as Sergei but fuck he was good!
Moments later we were panting and gasping in each other's arms. Sergei got a cloth and a towel and cleaned me up. And then it was over. We got dressed. They both kissed me again
They led me out of the boat. Yuri walked me far enough away from it so it was out of sight.
"You can not come back" he said simply "But Sergei and I are happy you did come" He pressed something into my hand, He gave me a quick hug and he was gone.
When I looked in my hand there were two ten ruble notes in my hand. I smiled. What a great souvenir of Russia! They still bring a smile to my face with the memory of that night that the Cold War warmed up between the USSR and Canada.