Featuring Russian President, Boris Yeltsin
Back in 1994, I was involved in an international incident of sorts with former President of Russia, Boris Yeltsin during his visit to Washington. By that time, Yeltsin was already well known for his alcoholism problem. You can see videos of him stumbling at public events, often being helped to regain his balance by assistants. He also exhibited inappropriate behavior on camera, such as when he pinched a couple of female secretaries in front of reporters. These antics have now become a part of his legacy as a world leader.
I was a college student working part-time to pay the bills and I had just picked up my pizza order and was a few blocks away from my apartment.
"That smell mighty good my friend!" A Russian accented voice called behind and caused me to jump in surprise, as I was so focused on my trip home. I turned around and found myself eye to eye with an older gentleman.
He was in his sixties and from the vodka bottle in his hand, bloodshot eyes and his slurred speech that he had been drinking. If it had been a younger person, I would have just ignored him and went on my way. But the old man was chubby and his paunch made him very attractive to me. I thought I recognized him, but then it hit me who he was… Boris Yeltsin.
"Yes sir, and it tastes better than it smells. Would you like to come to my place and try one?" I replied without thinking. I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming toward the old man’s crotch, but his slacks were too loose to reveal what secrets they covered.
"Yes, my friend. I believe I will, thank you." He said as he staggered toward me. But caught him and put my arm around him to give him support. Yeltsin sighed and got a whiff of vodka on his breath as put his hands behind my neck regain his balance. I squirmed to rearrange myself as my underwear got a bit crowded as my guest and I head to my apartment.
Upon entering, I handed him a slice, the old man gobbled it up like a kid. As he sat there eating, and I tried to figure out how to get him back where he's supposed to be, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was a beautiful old man, baby blue eyes that twinkled, ruff and rugged lines in his face coupled with a smile that made my heart flutter. I was in heaven! I was ready to give up my left hand to sleep with him (I wish).
We sat there at the kitchen table and finished the bottle of wisky while solving the problems of the world. In conversation, I found out that Yeltsin was quite the charmer, in his own unsubtle way. He asked me about what I do and if I was dating. I was honest, telling him I was gay and I like older men. Then I waited for him to explode in anger, but he didn't react except to take another big swallow from the bottle of vodka.
By that time, the vodka had made me a little tipsy, and I showed out a bit, but he really ate it up. He asked if I love to suck cock to which I answered yes. We were having a genuinely great time. And surprisingly, he told me about how his wife would never go down on him and that it was something he thought he would have liked.
"You want to suck my cock? I've always wanted to see how it felt to have my dick sucked by a man." He surprisingly asked before he turned up his bottle and didn’t take it from his lips until it was completely empty.
My heart stopped beating then started again only to beat a thousand times a second. He had meant what he said. Then he staggered to his feet, almost falling, but caught himself by grabbing the table.
"Yes.. are you sure? I said, reaffirming his question as I moved around and put my arm around him to give him support.
"YES!" He said in bravado, placing his hands on my shoulders.
How lucky could I be. Boris was the epitome of a horny old man and he was primed for action. I was nervous and almost hyperventilating as we headed down my hallway. When I got him to my bedroom, I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off and then his boxer shorts followed by unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. Yeltsin didn't disappoint. From beneath his binding briefs he released a hefty set of low hangers and a thick cock with bulbous head that bobbed above. He took me in his arms and pulled me close to probe my mouth with his tongue and grasped my ass in one of his meaty palms.
Then gently placing his other upon the crown of my head, he commanded me, without words, to my knees and I grasped his cock in hand, eagerly taking Yeltsin’s dick in my mouth. I didn’t care if the old man was drunk; sucking his dick excited me tremendously, so much so that my own dick grew hard. And I also quickly realized that I couldn’t take the old man’s entire dick into my mouth. His cock was just too big for me to handle. But, God, did I love sucking on it.
“You love sucking my cock, don't you?" He said, slurring his words so badly that I could hardly understand him.
Now clutching the sides of my head, Yeltsin proceeded to moan softly as he pump my face with deep thrusts. I struggled to breathe and released his cock to bathe his balls with my tongue, admiring their weight in my hand.
Eventually, Yeltsin laid me on my back and surprisingly took me in his mouth, eventually rotating into 69 position. He lubed his finger and began to probe my ass, inserting one and then another to stretch me. It wasn't often that a man went there, but I was prepared to give it to him. He turned to position himself between my legs, raising my legs and prepared to fuck me. Yeltsin rubbed the head of his cock around my ass hole then pressed firmly in.
"Такой тугой (So tight)." He said as he put more pressure on his cock and sent it deep into my asshole.
The initial spread of my sphincter hurt at first, but he took his time and moaned as he rolled his eyes upon full entry into my ass. Pressing into me till his hips were against my ass holding it for a moment the pulling out and driving back in. The old Russian was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving, before picking up speed until he was ramming his thick dick in and out of my asshole. I loved it as I was doing what little I could to fuck back from my position. He kept fucking me hard and deep making me scream out.
"Oh God you're so fucking big! YESYESYES! Fuck me damn it FUCK ME! Damn it, fuck my hole! Own it! CUM!"
Yeltsin didn't say a word, he just pounded my ass hole with his cock. His big balls swayed and slapped with the rhythm of his bulk as his girth forced my body higher up on the mattress. I felt myself about to cum and tried to say something but it was too late. My cum shot up between us, hitting Yeltsin in the chest. He just groaned and fucked me harder and harder, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, it felt so good. He was going faster and faster, I was only screaming louder and louder each time he went in me.
Yeltsin's cock swelled slightly and his rhythm became erratic, my dick was vibrating with excitement and my balls were tight to my body waiting to cum. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the top of my shoulder and pulled down on me as he rammed his cock violently into me. I felt him cuming. I lay unmoving, enjoying the delicate feeling of his cum flowing in my ass as he stroked in me slowly.
Then he pulled his cock out and got off me. Without saying another work he wiped himself and me off with a towel that I had by the bed and lay back down. But even as I sat up on the bed, Yeltsin was snoring. He had passed out. I followed his lead and fell asleep.
After a couple of hours, I awoke to Yeltsin gone. Later, I would find out that Secret Service agents discovered Yeltsin alone on Pennsylvania Avenue, still drunk, clad in his underwear, yelling for a taxi before they rescued him and quietly returned him to his residence. The incident happened during Yeltsin and Clinton’s first meeting in Washington in September 1994. Although there were glancing media reports about it over the years, it wasn’t widely reported on until 2009. Now you know the whole story.
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