TRY MA — MA, TRY JAGA — JAGA

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TRY MA-MA, TRY JAGA-JAGA

I wouldn't say that my compulsory service in a shabby construction battalion was all that hard, hungry, and sad, but I came home thin and pensive. I desperately wanted a woman's love.

You'd think, as a demobilized young guy, I could have my pick of girls, but I was somehow always shy. And they were taken from me, as they say, right from under my nose. It was only my branch of service that was lumpen.

I myself was considered a somewhat "aristocratic" lad—my parents were journalists. They died. Swept out to sea on an ice floe...

And I ended up in the construction battalion due to

a misunderstanding. And I didn't even do heavy labor there. Just shuffled papers. Well, that's a separate story.

So, my sexual desire grew... and, oh, with what sweetness I jerked off in secluded corners, after staring at naked, slender legs.

However, such releases only provided temporary relief, while the overall sexual hunger only intensified.

It's embarrassing to say, I remained a virgin.

I tried to channel my sexual energy into creativity: I composed songs and sang them to the guitar, trying to attract the attention of the fairer sex.

Well, girls are subtle, feeling, intuitive creatures.

And they intuited my eternal indecisiveness flawlessly and treated me more like a girlfriend than a potential suitor.

And I just smiled foolishly. What else could I do?..

I remember, my cousin came to visit with her classmate Natasha. So, imagine, this Natasha liked my singing. And, enthralled, she herself slipped into my bed at night.

And I really want her, and I'm terribly nervous, my teeth are chattering: what if nothing works out?!

And my dick shrank from fear, retracted into my body. Natasha ran her hand over it, understood everything, sighed, and got out of my bed.

How ashamed, hurt, and annoyed I was. Even scared. What would happen next?

In the morning, my guests left. And I just kept masturbating and masturbating, imagining how I proved my worth to Natasha, and only after relieving myself did I become calm and indifferent.

Around that time, VCRs and coveted porn began to appear. I don't remember by what miracle, but I bought such a VCR, and the first porn tape literally stunned me. Ah, what dicks those men had!

Mine wasn't even close. And again I jerked off sweetly, aware of my insignificance, and suffering from the thought that porn might be harmful (there were such rumors then), and I would become permanently and completely impotent.

And here too, as in the beginning, porn only provided temporary calm, but it didn't satisfy my passion to possess a woman.

I wandered the city streets like a plague victim, greedily eyeing girls, caressing them in my dreams. But in reality, I didn't dare. And I almost cried.

All my friends and peers had girls. They boasted to each other about their sexual conquests. I could only envy them.

Meanwhile, my neighbor Igor, a sound engineer at our theater, was a real ladies' man. He was tall, with a predatory face and a confident, slightly arrogant demeanor. He brought a different girl almost every night.

He secretly, and sometimes not so secretly, recorded his sexual exploits on a tape recorder and on weekends, alone, at high volume, listened to these tapes, apparently enjoying the relived triumph.

Often, at night, when he was making another recording, I would tiptoe to his door and, greedily pressing my ear to it, would masturbate again, afraid of giving myself away.

I heard how during sex Igor would insult his partners and, as if spurring them on, slap them. And, covered in goosebumps of passion, I envied the lucky neighbor.

I must say that my relationship with Igor didn't click from the start. He took over our shared territory and paid little heed to me and my problems. For example, I always scrubbed the bathtub because I love cleanliness.

He could easily not drain the water in that same bathtub (not to mention washing it after himself). And his numerous girlfriends didn't bother to clean up after themselves either. And all those cleaning supplies were on my budget too...

Oh, those girlfriends. They'd run out of his room, sometimes without bras, or even completely naked, darting around the hallway, sometimes I even bumped into them. They'd forget their underwear in common areas.

We never came to open conflicts with my neighbor. But mutual dislike grew.

And there was a courier at the theater—Lenochka. About my age. A dark-haired, Eastern-type beauty. Well, I fell for her immediately. Moreover, it seemed to me that I wasn't indifferent to her either, because on her birthday I gave her a separate bouquet, and she accepted it and, squinting tremulously, greedily inhaled the oily aroma of those white roses.

I decided to invite her to the movies. But that day I didn't dare. Postponed it for the next. Didn't sleep all night. Was determined, rehearsing my invitation until morning...

However, the next day, I still didn't dare, as if fearing rejection like death.

Lena was modest and well-read, and I was simply sure she would like my songs.

It's okay, I consoled myself, the night is still young. I'll invite her next time. And with special diligence, I washed my laundry, striving to look attractive, neat, and clean in front of Elena.

We didn't have a washing machine in our section. We washed by hand, right in the bathtub.

And so, I remember, I'm desperately rinsing a shirt, my whole body trembling from the cold water. And suddenly someone's big, hot hands grab my buttocks. As it happened, I was without underwear, and the bathroom door was left wide open.

You won't believe it, from the surprise I jumped into the bathtub. But the water was so icy it literally burned my feet. Squealing, I jumped back out, pushed Igor away, and dashed into my room. To the guffaws of my neighbor.

"Take your slippers from the hallway!" he shouted through the door. "You scattered them, I shouldn't have to trip over them."

I lay there, pulling the blanket up to my nose, trembling and listening.

The neighbor turned on his tape recorder, and the moans of passion again filled our section.

And the next week, I didn't dare invite Lenka to the movies. And on the weekend, it somehow happened that I was washing laundry naked again.

I bent low over the bathtub, sticking my butt out high. And the awareness of being naked was unusually sweet to me.

Sometimes, arching my lower back, I even swayed my buttocks, as if slowly-slowly tracing a circle with them, clockwise, then counterclockwise, my heart racing because the neighbor was home. He could catch me. I was terribly afraid of that, and... terribly wanted it!

"Hey, I see you're a little faggot," Igor said somehow knowingly, caught and squeezed my buttocks. "No wonder—you don't have any girls. Well, come to me, I'll cure you. Just dry your hands."

Literally shaking with excitement, I barely dried my hands and trudged after him. Although my arousal had passed.

In his room, on the wide bed, he pushed the pillows to the headboard, stripped naked, and, half-sitting, sprawled on the pillows. His dick was hard. It was long with a slightly sideways-tilted head.

That'll reach the tonsils, I involuntarily envied. It became clear why his partners screamed so much.

"Come on, suck," Igor ordered me very insistently.

Not understanding what was happening, I stood before the naked neighbor on all fours. Facing him. Caught his cock and started licking.

"Oh, like that!" he grunted contentedly. "Tha-at's it. Just careful with the teeth."

I licked under his foreskin, knowing that's the sweetest spot, then took the head into my mouth, myself striving to arch as deep as possible, spreading my legs as wide as possible and slowly swaying my butt, as if trying to catch an invisible fly with it.

I don't know now where I got that skill from then. Well, that's exactly how it was.

Igor came quickly and violently. I didn't even have time to properly focus on my sensations.

"Go to the bathroom, give yourself an enema, and come to me," he ordered.

"What for?"

"I'll be ready again soon. I'll want to fuck."

"Hurry up there!" the partner shouted impatiently.

"Here, lube it with oil," he handed me a bottle he kept for his girls.

I grabbed the bottle, with a trembling hand poured some oil onto my palm, and started applying it to his cock. I was surprised how hot it was.

"You don't have any diseases?" Igor asked me.

"What do you mean?" I didn't understand in a hoarse voice.

"Well, any venereal infections? Clap, gonorrhea? Won't gift me with anything?"

"N-no, I don't think so."

"Watch it, if you gift me something, blame yourself. I warned you. Add more oil, more. Then lube yourself. Ever fucked?.."

I looked up at him from below. He winked at me from above and stretched his mouth into a grin:

"You'll like it!"

"Come on, over to the bed. Get on all fours."

Well-lubricated, I got into position, spreading my knees as wide as possible.

"Arch and wiggle your ass, enjoy the moment," Igor commanded.

I slowly wiggled, still feeling nothing. The partner suddenly blew on my sphincter, and I shuddered: the air was menthol-cold.

Igor laughed.

He slapped me on one buttock, then the other.

"Great ass: white, untanned with blue veins, firm," he squeezed it proprietorially. "Even better than my Lyudka's," he praised.

I felt his cock flying somewhere nearby. But he hadn't touched me with it yet.

I was very slowly and, honestly, involuntarily rotating my butt, as if searching for it. Finally, the neighbor authoritatively spread my legs from the inside with both his hands, although they were already as wide as possible (I thought something cracked between them), pressed on my shoulder blades, arching me, and a ring of his fingers tightly gripped my waist. I felt the head of his cock press against my anus, which fearfully clenched. But the partner started to enter.

He didn't thrust; he pressed with the head, not pulling back for a long time. But it wouldn't go in.

Finally, he loosened his grip, and I felt heavy, warm drops of fragrant ylang-ylang oil drip onto my anus. He rubbed them in, dripped more. He was silent and breathing heavily. He was aroused and even slightly hoarse. I felt it and trembled.

"Wait, I'll turn off the light now. And it'll go," he stepped to the wall. "Youth likes the dark."

He turned off the light, and for some reason, it really became easier. His fingers again shackled my waist. He started to enter again.

"Relax," he whispered passionately. "Only the first time is hard."

He pressed insistently, I winced from the pain, trying to relax, and finally felt the head smoothly enter me, and the sphincter viscously closed behind it.

"Well, there you go, and you were afraid," the partner wheezed and began making very small thrusts, as if trembling.

I had no sensations except that he was very, very slowly entering me. My arousal at that moment had vanished from anxiety.

However, the thrusts became more and more sweeping, well, I couldn't imagine how much of his cock I had taken and was taking. I only understood that he was already fucking me. And silently at that. Finally, he strained heavily, froze, and something hot spurted deep inside me. He came. The bed stopped creaking, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.

Semen was running down the inside of my thighs. I felt my anus sluggishly contracting. My legs were also shaking, well, below the waist I seemed to have gone numb.

"Go to your room," he ordered. "But don't jerk off!"

Trying to get off the bed, I almost fell. My legs were trembling, my mouth was dry. There was a feeling that something incredibly sweet was coming towards me, something I had long waited for. But it passed by without even touching me.

I lay in my bed, stared at the ceiling, and tried to sort out my feelings. Honestly, just sheer indifference and pain in the anus. The clock ticked, and the light from car headlights in slanting rectangles drove away onto the bookshelf.

The neighbor banged on the wall.

"Come to me!"

I shuddered and jumped up. The sheet stuck to my buttocks on his semen.

His dick was hard again. Like some bizarre monkey, he darted around the room, writhing and bending, shaking his pelvis, and it seemed colorful waves were rippling around his lean but broad and tall body. He showed me all of himself, twirled his cock and made faces, appearing in all his animal depravity.

"I planted the garden myself, I'll water it myself," he playfully slapped his cock against his stomach. Devouring this cock with my eyes, I flew onto the bed and assumed the position, widely spreading my white buttocks with my hands.

There was no need for oil now, since I was thickly lubricated inside with his semen. And his cock also provided abundant lubrication.

And again the ring of his fingers tightly and greedily gripped my waist, and he authoritatively entered, no longer considering my sensations. Sharp pain pierced me, then began to slowly subside. He fucked me, going deeper and deeper. And I felt that his hips were already somewhere close, even felt their warmth and understood that I would soon take all of him, and here for the first time, some sweet feather tickled me somewhere below the navel and melted, and I involuntarily let out my first moan.

Then the feather swirled again. And again. And here for the first time came the forbidden but sweet understanding that I was being fucked like a woman. And my limp dick hardened a little. Unable to control myself, I grabbed it and soon an orgasm shook me. Having buried himself in me as deep as possible, the partner also came...

The next day, I carefully shaved myself everywhere, including my armpits. Igor allowed me to wear funny fluffy slippers with pom-poms that one of his lovers had forgotten. And we fucked again all night.

Now he had me in all positions and entered me completely. I particularly liked being on top of him, facing him. Igor is a wiry and strong guy, like a spring.

Holding me by the hips, he gave