I left Moscow at night. Alma-Ata train left at the second hour. Feelings of depression and worthlessness donated by the capital made the departure of the long -awaited. What cute Sasha was in August, when roses smelled around and a snowy peak swam in lilac clouds. In the dirty, slush of January Moscow, it was a completely different person. Stranger. The alienation made its way from the first minute, spread with metastases and gobbled up what used to be affection. Fasten – untied. What did I see in such a boring and miserable person. Moreover, this harmful old man, Sashkin’s grandfather, with whom he shared the living space along the street of the writer Tvardovskovskov. The windows of the seventh floor showed the same gray, concrete high -rise buildings of the sleeping area. Grandfather did not like categorically, I prevented him from living and breathing. The old man grumbled angrily and grumbled with a blue failed mouth. On the seventh day I went to the cash desks and exchanged a ticket. There was nothing to wait. Overripe peaches expiring in their hands, grape juice that spent a shirt, and a white -toothed guy with wet, juicy lips were mercilessly crossed out by a fat cross of disappointment.
The perhydric elderly conductor turned through a passport, pretty rumpled by the Moscow police, who suspected me of terrorist activity at every corner:
– Come on.
For some reason it was dark in the compartment. The dim yellow lantern caught up the longing. I wanted to hide and speak in a quiet whisper. The neighbor is on the contrary, a small, gray uncle, the conversation could not support. He smiled embarrassedly and looked out the dirty window. Passengers in the car were surprisingly enough. So we will go together. All the better.
Suddenly funeral atmosphere was blown up to a damn mother. Two young people in sweatpants and leather jackets burst into the compartment, stunning with guttural cries of Caucasian speech. They peered nervously out the window, jumped out into the corridor, waving their hands greatly and, choked with feelings, were thrown out by excited phrases. With my legs, I watched with interest the bustle. Children of the mountains could not calm down and, sitting on the bench, sparkled for a long time and quarreled and quarreled.
The elderly conductor once again checked the tickets and brought linen, drawing money into numerous pockets of a battered bag. And only now, it seemed, the abreks noticed our presence in their compartment with an uncle. The mustachioed, thin and some kind of twitching Caucasian began to get acquainted kindly, pricing his names. In a monstrous Russian, blooming the meaning of half of what was said, he for a long time and confused explained the misfortune that happened to them. The essence that came to my mind was presented in this form. Cousins came to the capital of Russia to make an honest and noble exchange of banknotes for some mysterious cars. And here the bad and evil people decided to take away bloody earned savings from the unfortunate relatives, and to deprive them of their lives. I nodded sympathetically and, assent, expressed indignation at the meanness of the inhabitants of Moscow.
Calming away, the mustachioed and his younger and more silent companion began to arrange. From baggage they had one black bag with the inscription Chanel. Here, from this chansels, the eagles dumped a pack of cigarettes on a checkered blanket, two mobile phones, one of which, due to disability, was wrapped in tape, and: also a pack of money! Evaluate the face value and state. I did not succeed. The brothers overshadowed blood savings with leather backs and again began to quarrel lakes, leaning on hissing consonants. The uncle driven into the corner, on the shelf of which the accounting of folk accumulations took place, frightenedly blinked and did not make a sound. Having filled the bag again, the mustachioed began to poke a dirty fingernail into the buttons of the mobile phone, alternately bringing it to his ear, shaking, looking at the display and swearing. Nothing helped, the phone was dead. What happened next made a deep emotional impression on me. The Caucasian turned around and looked for us with his uncle with an appraising look, after which he put a bag of money under the mattress and, dragging a companion behind him, left the compartment. The door slammed shut. Shusher, discerned to the level of harmless shusher. The man was clearly relieved to get rid of unpleasant personalities. He hastily began to swarm in his bags, shake with linen and fit to sleep. It was accompanied by all this by muttering on the topic « all sorts of black -seated people came up here ».
Looking at the watch, I found that for the fourth hour of the night (morning?). It’s time and bainki. Under the hypnotic tapping of the wheels, I fell into a dream. From which he was mercilessly pulled out by a jerking door and loud cries of returning highlanders. Grendy glass containers, the mustachioed pushed me with an ass and sat down at the table. On my « hey, cho got »The Caucasian turned sharply:
– A?
Black drunken eyes looked at me angrily. The topic was exhausted. I turned to the wall and tried to fall asleep again.
Awakening came with a headache. Although they say that the head is a bone and cannot hurt. Christmas trees slipped outside the window, and there was an unbearable stuffiness in the compartment. Licking dry lips, I looked around. The neighboring shelf was empty. Uncle either managed to pass, or moved to another place from sin away. On the floor, tinkling, an empty bottle of vodka rode, and national. The mustachioed snapped, opening his mouth, and his relative was silent in a dream. Having somehow washed in a shaking toilet, I tripled to have breakfast. I was poisoned in early childhood, I categorically did not trust the MPsovo catering and stocked up by Havchik back in Moscow. About three hours on top of the move was heard. Going down, my nervous friend, as if nothing had happened, scratching and glancing, began to communicate cheerfully. Gogo, he leaned low each time and poured me with a stench stink (tell him that he kills the morning smell from his mouth).
The train was incredibly often stopped. In the window, Christmas trees, snowdrifts and wretched wooden houses endlessly alternated. Having dressed, the Caucasians went to the restaurant to dinner. Apparently, the lunch was very long and the neighbors returned only about ten in the evening. Drunk in the ass! But this time they were incredibly friendly. Just bubbling universal love and generosity, the brothers dumped the contents of two packages on the table and bed. There was, apparently, everything that could please the restaurant car. Starting chewing and ending with a large box of chocolate sweets. Three bottles of vodka and the green bubble of Soviet champagne were clinking a separate chord. Along the way, crumpled money -knacks fell out of bags, which abreks, Komkai, casually sprinkled into his pockets.
Eastern hospitality turned out to be incredibly persistent. Staging for every new trophy, the mustachioed handed it to me and asked me:
– Glory, treat yourself. You will?
No, you won’t. But I was no longer able to get out of vodka. Cocking with iron cup holders, the Caucasian spoke a long toast and climbed hug. But, despite their directly stunning friendliness, my hostility to the hitch.
After getting sick, the Caucasians became more and more impudent and disgusting. And when the mustachioedly grunted a half yellow long saliva, « Cattle »it fell off my lips.
– A?
Two pairs of brilliant eyes stopped at me. I immediately regretted that I opened Gavkalo. But the abreks, apparently, did not catch the meaning and returned to their gust.
Guess the first time what any drunk man wants. Exactly! Fuck. Having grabbed sweets and champagne, khachiks took a raid on wagons. Their endless parishes, rustling with money and refueling fuel continued incredibly long. The mustachioed grumbled and fiddled his Motny right in my face. And, Mal Pomalu, despite disgust, I began to expect a gambling with a growing gambling. Alas, it all ended with an Oblom to my and Caucasians disappointment. Regretting that porno not to see today, I took refuge with my head.
The dream of reason blew up another jerking door and a female hoarse voice. Ba! They caught a woman. I turn around. And what do you think? Our perhydric conductor sits on the next shelf. To say that the lady was a terrible and strongly focused by life means to say nothing. Humanism is not close to me. I will say directly. She was a fucker! Having decided that I would frighten the booty, the mustachioed jumped up and began to wrap me up, nervously saying:
– Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Come on. I really need it. Further events showed that, having lost the image, I won. The Caucasian, apparently, decided to fuck the conductor at any time. My God! My God! What a onslaught it was! What a passion! What an ardor! The aunt heard so much new about herself that, apparently, she herself was amazed at how a sexy woman she was. But: But it was adamant. The frantic attack continued. As he said! How breathing! How she whispered! Abrek oozed lust. He emitted the slaughter force of the wave of animal, wild thirst for fucking. My pussy got up from the blazing passion of the National!
And the conductor drank champagne, crunched with sweets and refined. So what the fuck has come, Manda is fingered! Abrek offered money. Aunt giggled and refined. Here is a fool! As the intensity of the abuse increased, I was imbued with increasing excitement. Hurricane lust Fucking a fragile boat of common sense.
Heart is not a stone, dick – not rubber.
When the mustachioed decided to use force, I was ready to come to his aid. Desperate fuss, sniffing and cries came from behind. Well, come on, come on, dear! I already frankly jerked off. Aunt escaped and slapped the door.
Damn!
Bitch!
The peak is old!
How was I disappointed! I wanted to fuck passionately. Our thirst for fucking with a mustachioed abrek was seething and foaming in one frantic rhythm. The roof was torn with a terrible whistle! I had to do something.
It was a hachik. He was disgustingly drunk, then stinked from him and dirty dirty dirt. He was unpleasant for me, even a bastard. And I wanted him wildly! Crushedly wished he to fuck me.
Slavik, time goes on – life passes, do not click fucking and take everything you can! Holding myself in this way, I sat down, pondering the plan of the upcoming operation. Here I would not get pussy. Mustache, sliding at me with an annoyed look, stood up and reached for a glass. A hefty lump in his pants was very close to my face. Just stretch your hand. Well, I extended. Abrek jerked and immediately an iron claw squeezed my wrist.Oh-oh-oh, it hurts! (If I knew how many times this thought will flash in my head during the coming night!) The Caucasian abruptly leaned and wet, glasse loudly shot at me with an X -ray gaze. Spectral analysis was mainly blue. Khachik unclenched his hand and dumped his farm with one spectacular movement. Well, Slavik, and you were afraid!
I will say separately about dick. He deserves that. The member of the highlander was long, straight as a stick and was crowned with a huge shiny head, one and a half more than the barrel itself (a kind of mushroom suction). In my short life in big sex, it was, of course, a collection copy.
Well, stop bazing, Glory! We must justify the trust of the people.
Hefty hazard in a grand scale poked in the throat. Remanding the interfering knitted pants, I clung to the abundantly hairy ass Abrek. Language, lips, cheeks earned intensively. Wheezing and loudly croaking, mustachioed, helping himself with his hands, brutally scored a dick in a throat. And achieved, bastard! A huge bark fell into the throat! The nose was clogged with a hard hair of the pubis. Tears sprayed from the eyes. It seemed a little more and a giant gag would break through the larynx and burst out. The highlander arched and, throwing his head back, began to violently wield his cock.
« I’ll die right now! Fucking, I have nothing to breathe at all!», – I fought helplessly, mouse and waving my hands. « Fuck, let me go! I’m not to blame for the fact that the conductor has not given you. Let go!»
White flashes, sparkling in the brain, foreshadowed, it seemed, already an imminent meeting with Allah, whose perpetuity I will die and heal. Overcoming the steel grip of the Caucasian, I still escaped, painfully hitting my head against the wall. The loud groan of Abrek flew to consciousness. He ended abundantly with his gorgeous pussy. The head, slapped on the chin, fell out of the open mouth. Choking with tears, snot, saliva and sperm, I eagerly caught the air.
There is happiness, it cannot but be!
Wow! This, I understand, a minnetic!
The Caucasian leaned back on the bench and, finging his Elta, was breathing heavily. A curious, shaggy head of his cousin was hung from the upper shelf. In the muddy eyes of which genuine interest shone.
Catching his breath, mustachioed, with a dick at the ready, again went on the attack.
« In the toop, come on, come on, Malchik!», – he sentenced, tearing my piles and putting with cancer. I dug my teeth into the mpov pillow, already knowing the imperfection of the male body on bitter experience. As I thought, the National Nazman drove a dick with all the dope. I did not gobble up the pillow with pain! Mommy is dear! What is this being done, people! Tolerate, Slavik, you are a man. And Khachik, meanwhile, clutching with ferocious shocks, stuffed his beeler into my delicate, white ass. He will ever end, this dick?! But the long -awaited docking occurred. The frantic roar of turbines, the blazing of fuel and emissions of burned gas at the start of the spaceship is nothing compared to the power with which this son of the mountains is! His dick was hollowing in the ass like a jack of a hammer, and the iron handle was squeezed, crumpled, pulled, squeezed, scratched my unfortunate thin ass.
But what a buzz was, I will tell you!
No, men, who did not fuck in the ass – he did not live!
I will not say that time has stopped, it stretched sweetly into an endless series of sobs, okhov, ahi, moaning, cries, mini-orgasms and permanent bliss. It seemed that it was Khachik to swing the carriage. When, without any mechanical friction from my penis, like from a fire extinguisher, sperm sprinkled, the light faded and the world was filled with distant, strange sounds. Hot liquid flowed along the legs and stained the railway sheets. Something there is too much of her! Ah, so the mustachioed also finished. Wah, Genacvale, what a good fellow! Although hell knows who you are actually there.
My Romeo, growling and laying it, would have gone to the third call, but then his relative intervened in the historical course of events, who also decided to make his contingent to the insemination of my ass. Turning around with an idiotic smile, I managed to see him. What are they fuck brothers! This body had completely free -haired, only a hard shrub sticking out in a groin with a wild saxaul. And the dick was the exact opposite of my deflorator. The second Caucasian was thick, some barrel-shaped and, surprisingly, a small head. Well, also not bad. « Harmony of the world – in the variety of colors of it filling it », – as they said: Dick knows who knows who.
The mustachio was attached to my lips. I diligently began to suck the miracle grib. Although, I’ll tell you honestly, I do not like such « helicopter ». You certainly lose something in the sensations. The mustachioed seemed to read my thoughts, pulled out a member and sat on the bench, growing. Hey, I did not understand in kind, I am badly sucking? No, tell me – I badly suck? Well, okay, damn it! As I can and suck. Caucasian, tuging dick and with burning eyes, watching his relative frantically fucks me in the ass, patiently waited for his turn.
What can you tell you, boys. Hakiki did not give my wet, a squelching ass will drop for another two hours! Already not feeling anything, I disappeared into the nirvana, buried my head in the pillow. The final chopping sound, forever leaving the ass, was like the last echo of the melting echo in the morning coolness, caressed by the Sun, the snow mountains of the Caucasus.
The morning came from there where the night went – the sinful hole was swollen and hurt. Abrects were dried on their shelves, poisoning the atmosphere with fumes. Seeing the sheet, I crumpled her and, pitying myself poor and unhappy, trudged into the carriage toilet. First of all, the white, an obsessed panel flew out the window. Then, standing on tiptoe and twisting my neck, I peeled out in the mirror of the battlefield of yesterday’s battle. The results were crushing! The point stretched out to three and was crowned with extensive bruise. My white ass, all along and across was painted with bruises and scratches from nails (claws?) hot mountain eagles. Horrified by the traces of the night trip to the gardens of Allah, I almost cried!
In the afternoon, the hacks woke up. I with bated breath, hiding my eyes, was waiting for their reaction. In vain. It was not worth worrying. Silent everything was silent, with a grin glancing in my direction. And the mustachioed, grinning and patting me on the shoulder, developed violent activity, eliminating the consequences of the nightly poor ladder. How? Yes, very simple. He grabbed everything in a heap and looked out out the window!
With the station of the large regional center in the frame of the station, we said goodbye. The mustachioed abrek was rummaging again, praised, called to visit and explained for a long time how to get to them. I shifted from foot to foot, nodded and waited for the Caucasians to fade. They said goodbye normally, humanly.
The composition started and, watching the Stalin Empire of the Station Gromada, I noticed the evil gaze of the elderly conductor. There is no doubt that she heard our passionate night riot perfectly.
– Hello.
Lochudra did not answer and scornfully turned away.
And I returned to the compartment, lay down and began to glance thoughtfully at the expanses of the Motherland flickering outside the window. About how many wonderful discoveries are we: well, what a fuck Sashka! The fleeting friend who remained in Moscow could not give me the hundredth share of the bliss, which, walking around, endowed two unscrupulous hachiks.
How mysterious and interesting life is! How incomprehensible and beautiful!
Allah Akbar.
Allah Akbar.
I turned to the wall and, quietly and joyfully, laughed.
The end
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