AUTHOR: KRISTOPHER

 

I am a relatively young man now, only 20, and  I have only been opnely gay for two years.  This story takes place prior to my coming out to my friends and family, or even to myself for that matter.

When I was 16, I was a foreign exchange student to Eskisehir, Turkey.
  Eskisehir is a small industrial city in Anatolia, about 2 hours east
of Ankara.  It is not often visited by tourists, but it is a lovely
place all the same.  I had probaly always felt some attraction towards
men.  However, now being in this country with so many dark and sexy
men, my interest in having an encounter with another guy was peaked.

After about my second week of high school there, a guy from my class
named Eren asked me if I would like to go to movie with him on the
weekend.  I accepted the offer eagerly.  First of all, I was a bit
lonely and secondly Eren was very attractive.  He had a permanent tan,
dark brown eyes and thick black hair.  He was skinny, but muscular and
had a cute accent when he spoke his broken English to me.  (I had not
yet learned Turkish of course).

We went to the movie theater and watched some American film with
subtitles.  After that we went for lunch.  During lunch we talked a
little bit about sex.  Eren of course expected that I, as an American
was very experienced.  I was not sadly.  Then he joked with me that
there was another movie theater we coudl go to.  I figured out that he
was talking about a porn theater.  I was intrigued by the idea.  So
after we had eaten that's where we went.

Niether of us were asked for I.D., which surprised me.  In Turkey the
age for such establishments is 16, so even if I was carded it would
not have mattered.  We went in and sat through a horrible dubbed
German erotic film.  This was followed by a German porno, that was
much better.  I watched intently.  There were people aroung us and I
could hear that they were jacking off.  This of course amazed me
(remmber I was only 16 and from rurla Illinois).  Then I heard yet
another zipper being unzipped.  I realized that it was Eren's.  I
looked over and I saw his dick.  It was coffee-colored and about 4-5
inches (which I think is the perfect size and considering he was only
15 at the time he had room for growth).  I watching he as he stroked
it intently.  I realized I was more fixated on him than the movie.  I
also decided to unzip and I began to play with myself right there.  He
noticed and abrutply zipped up.  He then motioned for me to follow
him, which I did.

We moved out into the lobby and he lead me into the bathroom.  We
moved into a stall together.  There was of course merely a holein the
floor for a bathroom, standard fare as most Middle Eastern travelers
well know.  He unzipped again and took out his cock then I did the
same.  We both stood there stroking it and wathcin each other.
Overcoem with desire, I reached out and grabbed a hold of his dick.  I
began to stroke it.  He did the same.  After a little bit of this, he
motioned for me to get on my knees.  I was hestitant, but I did as I
was asked.  It tasted so good as I took it in my mouth.  It was
intense and had that pleasant sweaty taste most Middle Eastern dicks
do, although I would have a western one for comparison for another two
years.  He came in my mouth right there.  It was wonderful, he smiled
slyly and I jacked off into the hole in the ground.  He seemed to
enjoy watching me.  He then took me home on the dolmus and we agreed to meet again next weekend.

Well, I am sitting here bored out of my mind.  I should be studying
for an exam in Modern Philosophy.  However, that is no fun; so I have
decided to share with you all another the story of another sexual
experience I had as a young man in Turkey.  Before I begin I would
like to explain what happened to Eren, the guy form my first story.
We continued to mess around over the course of the year, this
culminated with my first anal sex experience, but I will save that
story for later.  He was maybe my first love, or at least my first
serious same-sex crush.  It was a sad parting for the both of us.
Unlike many of the stories I have read here, we had a long-term and
intimate relationship that was more than sexual eventually.  Sadly, we
have fallen out of touch.  Although occasionally I hear about him
through mutual friends of ours in Turkey.  Enough of my personal life
and let's get down to the nitty-gritty.

As you know if you read my first post, I was a foreign exchange
student in Turkey during high school.  We all the foreign exchange
students with our program would take sight-seeing trips together.  We
would normally meet in Ankara or Istanbul and then all head out
together.  In February we went on our tour of the Aegean Sea.  As
anyone who is from Turkey or enjoys visiting that country knows,
February is a horrible time to visit the Aegean Region.  First, it is
cold, but also since most other tourist avoid it then it is pretty
dead around at the bars and nightclubs.  Well we ended up in Bodrum.
Which is a great resort city in the late spring early summer, but at
the time we were there is was almost deserted.  A group of us went
down to Barlar Caddesi (Bar Street) at night and we found one of the
few bars that was open and we went in.  We were almost the only people
there except a few permanent residents of the town and the skeleton
staff.  The bar had two floors and a bar on each floor with a dance
floor.

My friends and were all busy having a good time.  It was also clear
that the staff enjoyed having some customers for a change.  They
played dance music for us by request and the conversation and alchohol
was free-flowing.  I myself am not a drinke and I was unually depended
on for getting my drunken copatriots back to the hotel in good shape.
In fact, the middle aged tour operator (who we called anne-mother) had
given me the job specifically tonight.  I was having a coke and eating
some dried chickpeas at the bar when I had the overwhleming urge to go
to the bathroom.  I looked at the bartender across the bar and asked
him where the bathroom was.  He pointed upstairs.  So I climbed the
stairs to the deserted upper level.  The bar was closed and the lights
we off except the ones by the bathroom hallway.  I went to the men's
restroom and to my surprise found someone else in there.  He was a
young man maybe 18 or so.  Clearly a Turk and he was washing his
hands.  I went to the urinal next to the sink and pulled out my cock
to piss.  I looked over at the very attractive swarthy young guy.  He
was built very well and had a faint moustache on his upper lip,
similar to those popular on hispanic males in the United States.  He
had beautiful green eyes, not unusual for Turks, and a great ass.
This was all more than evident since Turks were the tightest jeans in
the whole fucking world (thank God).  Looking at him I started to get
a bit hard.  There was not barrier between the sink and urnial for me
to hide my errection.  What is worse, I made eye contact with him.

He looked in my eyes and then he looked at my crotch.  He stood up
from being hutched over sink and began to rub his crotch.  The
audacity of Turks to think that everyone wants to service them amazes
me.  Of course, in my case, I basically always did want to service
them.  He took it out and I got on my knees.  We didn't go to the
stall or anything.  He made me suck him right there at the enterance
to the bathroom.  Which I did happily.  He had about a seven-inch dick
and it was just beutiful.  Tanned with trimmed hari and gorgeous
dangling balls, which were particularly fun to play with as I sucked
him.  He came relatively quickly, but as someone else has mentioned
that is hardly surprising considering the clandestine nature of our
encounter.  I got up and went downstairs.  He followed and set across
from at a table with his friends.  He occasionally winked at me, but
nothing more.  The next night, before we moved on to Kusadasi, I
returned tot he same bar, but he was no where to be seen.

 

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