Archive for
March, 2008
March 21st, 2008
Your Name: Baba
Gay Sex Fantasy: I’m a pretty big guy. In my best fantasies, I’m not the biggest meat in the sandwich. I’d rather be just one helping of a big ol hero-deluxe, where I’m busy screwing bear meat, and getting screwed by the same. Second best would be getting fucked and sucked by an equally hot pair of heavy guys.
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Your first love and how you met: Akmed stopped to ask me directions one day. He was so cute I took the bus with him to make sure he got to his destination safely. On the way back the bus was basically empty, and I rode him all the way home.
Favorite Night Club: Antbel Hotel in Antalya features a favorite disco of mine.
Favorite Turkish Town: Antalya.
Favorite Turkish Food: When I was younger, me and my mostly broke friends would have Raki, Turkish brandy and farm cheese, and call it a dinner party.
March 20th, 2008
What is it with all the he-hunks that insist on photographing with their socks on? I guess it’s supposed to mean; I’m hot and horny and can’t be bothered to show you my feet, unless you get off on that sort of thing.
At least this one has sneakers and a lot of veins on his arm. Even with the gazelle-leanness of his long body he looks athletic—slim, mind you, not scrawny. So the athletic footwear is sort of in context.
I dig the chin cleft, and the sort of first-time-around-Karate-Kid-look, of, Hey, I know I got it, and how the look is underscored with just a nip of vulnerability.
Nice neck bones too, I think, and great hollows at the hip and upper arms. The molded definition suits his long, lean, youthful body. He’s a tootsie roll treat—dark, bendable, chewy and sweet.
Of course, in this shot he’s hiding the family jewels and scepter. But, I know they’re there. And I know they’re caramel-colored and chewy-sweet, like the rest of him.
March 19th, 2008
“Rami and Mehmet,” wheeler dealers from our Turkish branch” they want to take us to their cousin’s new restaurant—ply us with belly dancers.” I guess I’ll take Brad he gets along with those Turks.
The long fingers of his elegant hands loosely curled, the dexterous thumbs hooking, pressing into flesh on their ratchet-swivel climb up the column of my cock, as slow and relentless as Rami’s climb from grocer to international dealer—the proficiency the same that serenaded me on the Sitar, the night we met, right before he offered to massage my back, proceeding to knead each knot for a small eternity.
Taking his sweet- ass time, seduction style a la control freak—make that beautiful control freak.
I can still feel those smooth palms, see his beautiful intent face, long-lashed onyx eyes, sensitive nose, and perfectly bowed lips. I remember the exquisiteness of his touch, the torturous sound of my own moans.
Mehmet pouncing on me while I bathed in the tub, throwing off his clothes, corkscrew curls giving him an air of Quasimodo, the purple-headed log in his pants leaping like a trained dolphin in his big hands—my ass swished from under me—little more than a flash from his endearing gap-toothed smile to warn me of his intentions, so I was forced to grab an empty rod on the side of the tub, while wresting a fistful of shower curtain with my other hand, believing I was going to crack my skull on the lip of the tub—the energizing sting of those big hands taking my happily languishing cock to flag-pole stiffness in less time than it took for me to nod my happy, if overwhelmed, acquiescence when he lifted a leg over each side of the tub and planted himself between them.
That enormous cock pounding my depths, those graceful fingers milking my balls.
For those two, I’ll happily endure an evening of Chester the Molester’s ogling belly dancers, getting drunk and saying things to the waiter like,” I’d like to order two of those, one for my face and one for my lap.“
Who am I to talk?
March 18th, 2008
Your Name: Halbun
Favorite Position: I love getting sucked, love, love, love it. If I can be in the bathtub at the same time, with some classical music in the background—trust me, ‘Honey-buns’ jaw will give out before I lose interest.
Your First Love: As it happens, my first sex was with a girl named Yelena, who said she’d suck me off for cigarettes. Game enough, I let her—getting a reasonable rise, shall we say, from the experience.
I went on to experiment with a number of women over the next few years, enjoying some things better than others, but feeling overall that something was missing until one night at a local coffee bar, a bunch of students and myself were reading poetry, expounding on life and our sexual experiences, when a cynical-eyed young man at the back of the bar—glued, it seemed, to my every word, introduced himself at the end of the evening. He proposed to take me home with him and show me the heretofore missing ingredient in my love life. Ishmael was as good as his word.
Favorite Night Club: Club Arma in Antalya.
Favorite Turkish Food: Turkish pita bread with salami made with olives
Favorite Music: Tarkan rocks.
March 17th, 2008
Your Name: Abdel
Favorite Position: I like a bit of a slow missionary, not too athletic, where my partner lets me relax against his thighs, while holding his ankles. It makes me feel sort of buoyant. I have a fantasy. In it the guy of my dreams trusts me enough to let me do him on the sand while the tide slowly trickles in.
Your First Love: As a young man, I was chosen to be a transfer student, and took off to Chicago, where I met Sven, who was also transferring from Belgium.
We two were from different worlds, but felt equally adrift, and made a pact to help each other with the challenge of a new culture, pledging to speak and write to each other only in English. One week before our last holiday break, we went to a Christmas party, where we got drunk and kissed under the mistletoe. Needless to say, it was all over our rather small school the next day, and we had to act fast to make things appear more casual than they really were.
Both from conservative homes, we wanted to stay under the radar. We succeeded in keeping the gossip down and our feelings in check, until each of us was home and able to pour his thoughts into letters, which we continued to write in English. A few years later, Sven finally agreed to come and meet my family in Istanbul, and my fondest wish, that we would consummate our relationship, here, in my homeland, came true.
Favorite Night Club: The Nil Bar in Ankara is fun. However, on my home turf, which is Istanbul, my best time ever was at the Jazz Café.
Favorite Turkish Food: My mother used to give me hazelnut-spread, smoothed over wafers when I came home from school. I still love it as a snack.
Favorite Music: I can’t listen to Jacques Brel is alive and living in Paris, a record Sven gave me the last time I saw him, without smiling and thinking of my first love. I‘d like to think he has some bit of Turkish music in his collection that reminds him of our time together, too.
March 16th, 2008
I stop oiling Kareem long enough to slap a bronzed butt-cheek. He’s prone, face down with me sitting on his legs, my thumbs sliding in and out of his crevasse. I’m pinching him open, swirling my way inside. I love the way his ass wiggles, but discipline is paramount, so I slap him again.
I work the plug in slowly. He’s new at this, and his hole is pretty tight. He wiggles his protest some more—my new pet. So I pull at his ear, our signal for him to simmer down, and then yank on his chain. He’s up and trotting behind me.
In the bedroom, I lay towels carefully on the bed and have him jump up, which he does, surprised and pleased, I can tell, at this rare privilege.
Stroking his cock, I raise his leg in the fowler’s position, leaving him there to collect what I need from the bathroom. I return with an enema, the plastic nipple of which I insert in his rectum, slowly emptying the bag, petting Kareem.
It’s all done in about half an hour. I wash my pet’s ass carefully, explaining the while that he’s to get a special treat, a much more thorough bath, at a friend’s private establishment.
We arrive promptly at seven. “Mr. La Croix, I say, and pet.”
I’m suffering by then, and I know Kareem is too. His favorite chew-toy is about to explode in my pants. I usually make him wait. One game involves clamping his balls while he rolls over and I jizz his tummy. Sometimes I spank him. Sometimes, I let him mount me, though usually I fuck him.
“Never mind all that,” I interrupt the receptionist’s obvious prattle about tubs for pets, thrusting my credit card at her. I want a large tub, for both of us.
March 15th, 2008
He knows how to do it well. He’s strikes a pose and no one can turn away from him. His blonde looks, his cute body and his long hard cock would turn the straightest guy gay.
The camera is there, his smile shows just how much he enjoys these moments. He wants you to imagine what it would feel like when he slides his cock into your ass. Not only can he tease you but he encourages you to tease him and to take advantage of his cute body.
When Haldun sucks on his thumb, he is imagining that he is sucking your cock. The cameraman has a hard time trying to keep himself together because Haldun teases him too. He knows he has us under his power, the power to enjoy the pleasures of a gay boy who knows how to strike the right pose and he does it well.
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March 14th, 2008
Your Name: Amir
Favorite Position: I’m sure most guys would agree that watching your cock sliding into a tight ass is the perfect position that you could possibly have. That means that I like to stand or kneel between my gay sex lover and slide my cock deep into his ass. The look on his face is fantastic and the intense pleasures I feel are incredible when the head first penetrates his ass, followed by the full length of my cock.
First Love: Jeremy was my first love. We travelled together through Turkey a few years ago and he took me to many places where we ate, drank and had sex together. Taksim Square offered many places for us to enjoy and the bath houses, the Hamams were perfect for relaxation and if I wanted a private service that was offered also but not in all bath houses.
Favorite Night Club: I enjoyed visiting the Shake In - Gay Cafe and Bar, it was open from 4pm to 2pm.
Favorite Turkish Food: I really like the Döner Kebap which is Turkey’s national dish.
Favorite Music: Ok… you’re going to laugh, but I love listening to Suzie Q. I guess some of her music is a wild turn on and I know many people who sing along when her songs come on the radio.
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March 13th, 2008
Your Name: Karim
Favorite Position: I live being versatile because it means that I can enjoy receiving and giving. I like being on my hands and knees with my ass in the air waiting for a hard cock to slide deep inside my tight ass. And I like sliding my cock into a tight hot ass also, so being versatile works both ways for me.
First Love: I’d have to say Baba was my first love. He took my anal cherry and he taught me how to enjoy sex, giving and receiving. He was the perfect lover and he knew how to treat me well.
Favorite Night Club: I’ve been told the Barbache is quite good and I believe it is where I’d like to visit if I get to Turkey.I’ve been told this is a fantastic place to meet real gay men, instead of rent boys. And it’s a Western Gay Club..
Favorite Turkish Food: I quite like an eggplant salad - it’s called Patlıcan salatası and it can be served as a main meal which I love or as a side dish or appertizer.It’s really yummy if you like eggplants.
Favorite Music: My favorite music is a little bit off the show but I am sure lots of people like ACDC as much as I do. Sure Turkish music is good but I like to be a little crazy sometimes and ACDC does it for me.
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March 12th, 2008
My night was quite. I was at the Kehribar alone, the music was soothing but I was aware of the couple around me. I felt lonely, but everyone that I had invited was working and I didn’t want to stay home alone. So I had a meal and was now sitting listing to some Turkish jazz and watching. I was people watching and it was then that I saw him sitting alone looking straight at me. He nodded when he caught my eye and smiled. He held up his drink, just as the waiter appeared at my side. I hadn’t ordered… he had, for me.
Minutes later he was sitting close to me, his white teeth shining every time he smiled. I found myself wanting him, wanting to be close to him and to feel our bodies together. I didn’t want the full on sexual experience most guys try when they are picked up by another guy, I just wanted to be touched.
I invited him back to my place. My small apartment wasn’t far from the Kehribar, I knew gay sex was on his mind but I just wanted to feel him make love to me, slowly. We fell back onto the sofa, holding each other and frantically stripping each other until his bare chest was against mine. It felt perfect. His hard nipples pressed into my tingling flesh and I did everything I could to get my mouth close enough to them to suck them. I flicked the hard nipple with my tongue and I heard him moan softly and I had his attention.
He began kissing my neck and my ear, his teeth nibbled my earlobe sending shivers down my spine. I felt his hands touching me, gentle touches at first, exploring my body until he held me so I couldn’t move away from him. I needed to feel him close to me and he knew it.
His hands, his gentle hands squeeze my ass, touch my cheeks lightly until I arch up and he kisses me. Our fingers play with each other, his fingers wrap around my hard cock and mine finds his. My fingers are wet from his pre-cum as I slowly stroke him. I want more and I let him know. I sucked my fingers clean of his pre-cum and he almost drags himself away from me, his hand grabbing hold of mine and he leads me into my bedroom.
We fell onto the bed and we are close together our cock touching and we play, holding each other like this. We kiss, our lips locked together and our cocks massaging the other and I felt the first tingle of my orgasm. My cock was throbbing, his was too and we pressed against each other harder until we began humping each other and kissing until we came. Our cum mixed together, our groins wet and sticky but all we could do was lay there together.
We knew that that orgasm we just shared was the first of many more to come…
