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Encounters in Turkey

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by Jeff Just a few days ago I returned from my vacation in Turkey. I've been sailing the waters of the south-west coast. Beeing on a 40 feet yacht, together with two befriended straight couples who do not know of me beeing gay (yes, I am completely in the closet), did not give me high expectations towards the possibility of gay encounters. But it turned out otherwise! Turkisch men in my view are not particularly handsome. Like the men of any other ethnic group they vary from very ugly to very handsome. A great number of Turks have slightly oriental looks, which is easy explicable if you are aware of the fact that the origin of all Turks lies in the far east. The older Turk tends to grow out of weight and height proportion. Fat bellies, lots of hair on face and body which is very black so it is very notable. All in all, not my kind of men. Among the younger Turks however there are some great looking specimen. Very often slim or slightly musceled, short haircuts and the darkest of eyes. Turks are very hospitable. Especially the younger men are very eager to have a word with foreners. They are not restrained by a poor knowledge of the English language. But what struck me most is the great intimicy Turkish men show towards each other! Whenever a Turk meets an accaintance they very often kiss and are very fysical. They caress each other on arms, shoulders, hair and faces. When two Turks take a walk together they very often walk arm in arm or with one arm on the others shoulder or around the middle, in a way "we" only tolerate from straight couples. When western people notice this for the first time they are very surprised, if not shocked. This kind of behaviour is mostly assosiated with homosexuality. But in the case of Turkish men it has nothing to do with that. Homosexuality is a great taboo in a country where a vast majority is Islamitic. (Although it is known of Islamitic cultures, where women and especially younger girls are greatly "protected" from men and sex before marriage is not tolarated, that boys tend to practice there first sexual needs on each other. But again, this has nothing to do with homosexuality.) Beeing openly gay is even in a metropole like Istanbul seldomly seen and the men who behave gay are outcasts. To end my description of Turkish men I can say I noticed that Turks, in my view, more than western men grab or stroke their crotches and that the preoccupation I had about Turks beeing more endowed than the average western, is not tru. Most of our sailing trips ended late in the afternoon in a very small place that hardly deserves to be called a village or a town. Around the landing-stage there are a restaurant and a few small houses. One day we had our diner in the restaurant of one of these places, like always toghether with the crews of some six to ten other yachts. We were serviced by three or four young Turks of an estimated age ranging from eighteen to twenty-two. One of these boys was rather good looking and we almost immidiatly had great eye-contact. Almost everything that was served to me was done by him. I was very pleased! At this point it seems relevant to remark that I am a man in my forties and although far from beeing repulsive I am not particularly handsome. So I engulfed his attention. As diner always starts late and lasts long, most of the shipcrews go to their cabins shortly after diner to have a good night's rest. I myself used to sit on the boat until late and watch the developments on the quai. The personell of the restaurant was very busy cleaning up and preparing the restaurant for the next day. As work advanced one after the other the men and boys dissapeared until the only one left was the boy I talked about before. After he finished he sat at one of the tables having a softdrink. All of the ships were deserted by then and I thought to take my chance. I went up the quai and sat right next to him. At first he seemed startled but very soon a great smile came on his face and we said hello. Conversation was not easy as he only spoke a very little English. Almost immidiatly I started talking about my observations of the Turkish men, asking him, covertly, about their endowment and the fact that they seem to stroke their crotches very often. Try to immagine the way this conversation took place: because of his poor English vocabulairy a lot of gestures were needed. To my surprise he did not behave repellent but instead we had great smothered laughs. You can understand that this encouraged me a lot and as our talks advanced I put my leg against his. He did not withdraw! As I directed the conversation to circumsision I glided my hand from my own knee to his. It worked out well, there was no sign of repellion. By that time I dared asking if I could see his dick. At first there was denial, but as I insisted with "oh come on ..." and stuff like that, the last bit of ice in him defrosted. He granted my request but we had to move to a place less in the open. So we went behind a barn next to the restaurant and there he opened his pants for me. He showed me a very nice dick.When I reached for it he turned away and got ready to put his dick into his pants again. I kept him from doing so and after a lot of persuation he let me touch his dick. He very quickly got a hardon and seemed to be awfully embarrassed. But I kept masterbating him and very soon he showed his excitement. By then I bended forward trying to steel a kiss but he would not let me so I let it go. Instead I rubbed our bodies against each other, pulled his shirt up and started lovemaking to his chest. And although he stayed completely passiv he let me have my ways. Slowly my tongue moved down to his belly and further. The only thing he did was moving his body in excitement. I started licking the shaft of his dick, making quick movements with my tongue right under the head. He seemed to love it a lot. By the time I took his dick fully into my mouth and started sucking I had to slow down because I could feel he was very close to coming. As fast as I could I freed my own hardon dick from my bermudas and started stroking heavily. I managed to keep the boy from cumming until I was very close myself. Then he could not hold back anymore and, by keeping a firm grip on his hips, I prevented him from pulling his dick out of my mouth. Moaning heavily he shot his seemen right in my throat. I managed to keep most of it in my mouth and swallowed. I was in heaven and while he pulled his dick away and rearranged his clothes I leaned forward to the wall and finished myself off. When I came back to my senses I noticed the boy had vanished. The next morning I watched out for him to give him at least a last twink, but he did not show up. Although I thought that I already got more than I ever expected, this was not my only sexual encounter with a Turkish man on this vacation. Some days later we landed the yacht in a slightly bigger place that deserves to be called a village. The quai was rather busy, lots of sailing tourists and some little shops, restaurants and teahouses in a row. Very soon my eye fell on the keeper of a small carpetshop almost opposite to where our boat was moored. He must have been a man in his late twenties or early thirties, great looking slightly muscled body wearing kaki pants and a tight white teeshirt. As there was hardly a customer he just walked up and down a bit, talking to his neighbouring shopkeepers or to passing locals. Occasionally he just sat on one of the chairs outside his shop. At some moment he noticed that I was looking at him a lot at which point he looked back to me in a sort of anger. I smiled but did not realy get one in return so I backed off a bit. That evening the same routine took place: having diner at one of the restaurants until around twelve, most of the crew return to their cabins and by one oclock everyone has retired, except me and on the quai activeties slow down very quick. Again I'm trying to catch the carpetsellers' looks as often as possible. I'm sure that he was very aware of this. Shops and restaurants are closing one by one. The shopkeeper in question and his neighbouring "super"markedkeeper are the last ones to close. To my surprise the carpetseller does not close his own shop after his neighbour did. Instead he just walks up and down but in a rather nervous way, occasionally catching my eyes. I had no idea what this would leed to and absolutely made no move. After a while he again sat down on one of the two chairs in front of his shop, his legs a bit apart so I just had to look at his crotch and it very much looked as if that was exactly what he wanted. I step of the boat, look up and down the quai, seeing it is completely deserted. He returns my smile as I walk up and down in front of his shop. He starts moving nervously in his chair. I walk up to him, nod and take a seat in the chair next to him. He does not say a word, just returns my smile again and moving nervously. By now I'm sure I must make a move and spread my legs far enough to make our knees touch. A nervous smile comes on his face and I know I can move further. I put a hand on his knee slightly sqeesing. Everything goes on without speech. He takes the hand that I put on his knee and leeds it up his leg. Very obvious is the growing bulge in his crotch, needless to say what is happening in mine! At this moment he stands up, points inside his shop and we go in together. What a glorious place to have sex! Thick, soft carpets everywhere. On the floor and against the walls with here and there some carpeted cushions. Inside the shop it is dark as my friend turned out the lights. He ends up against a carpeted wall, my body pinning his against it. I start touching him whereever I can. Very soon he puches me down to my knees and starts unbuttoning his pants. Helping him by pulling his pants down I burry my face in his bulging briefs. Meanwhile he pulls out his white teeshirt showing a slightly hairy chest. When I try to pull down his tight briefs he drops to his knees and next he lies on the floor with me on top of him. I start licking his body whereever I can sniffing up his great manly bodysent. This really gets us going. While he lies twisting his body under me I almost swallow his dick when he makes thrusting movement with his hips upwards. My hands are moving slowly over his legs and over his chest where his hands grab my pulses and moves my hands to places he likes best. I let go of his dick and move my tongue upwards again to his belly and further up to his chest and neck. When I try to kiss him his head moves away so my mouth lands in his neck again. From there I move my tongue towards one of his armpits and while pulling his arm up I fearsly start licking. He moans heavily letting me know I'm doing a great job in giving him pleasure. Licking my way down to his dick again I start sucking with great devotion, him thrusting his hips upwards again and again. Feeling his dick swelling to greater proportions I know he is ready to cum in a moment. He grabs my head with both hands and tries to pull it away from his dick. But I don't let him. I wrestle his hands lose and right then he can't hold back no more. While his body twists a lot and he utters moan after moan his dick explodes in my mouth. Squirt after squirt of thick tasty mancream is flooding my mouth. I just can not swallow it all away. Man, what a great shooter he was! As I did not yet cum myself I would not let go of him. I just kept sucking on his sloppy dick, which to my great liking did not soften at all. He just keeps having a raging hardon and as his body kept twisting of excitement I immidiatly decided to move further. I crawled up against his body, grabed his head with both hands, and as if I was raping him forced my mouth on his. For a moment he tried to escape, but then he opened up, pushing his tongue against mine. His own cum dribbled into his mouth and he liked it a lot! This passionate snowballing brought my own excitement to a climax. I moved upwards to sit on his chest and offered him my cock. Rubbing my cock over his lips made him open his mouth and take it in. Wow, this was to much for me and almost immideatly I shot my load. He swallowed every drop. Meanwhile one of my hands was still jerking his dick and he shot a second load. Man, man, man what a superb experiance this was. Completely exausted we lay on top of each other for a while until he worked his way up. He took a towel somewhere and we cleaned each other up a bit. After we got fully dressed again we embraced and kissed for the last time. He showed me out and I went back to the yacht. Still we had not exchanged one single word. You can immagine I had great difficulty catching my sleep that night re-living the sexual encounter over and over again. The next morning we exchanged some great glances until our boat left the small harbour. I consider myself far from beeing a sexbeast. Beeing in the closet implies a limited number of sexual encounters with other men. So maybe you understand how much I cherish these great moments in Turkey. I never would have dared dreaming about these things to happen and because I'm so enchanted about them gave me an uncontrollable urge to share them with someone. Writing this down gave me lots of pleasure, I hope reading it gave you some pleasure aswell.