Sunday, 31 January 2016

Airport blunder...

Forgot I was wearing this at the airport....


The guy took me to a room, and happily his English was good.  I dropped trou so he could see there was nothing 'extra' there, then slowly reached into my shorts and slid it off.  He shook his head and cracked a smile before giving me a quick grope and motioning for me to leave.  Which I did...

I don't even know why I was wearing the damn thing.  My left nut is a hanger, but my right one sits up high, and keeping both in there is a challenge - as soon as I sit down, the right one slides up and out, and then the ring just presses against it.  Painful, and not in a good way.

Friday, 29 January 2016

The straight hamam

I'm in Istanbul, and I have a rotten cold.  I decide a trip to the bathhouse is required, but as I feel like shit I know there'll be no action for me and I decide to go to the more tourist place nearby my hotel.

In I walk, and there are various packages on offer - I tell the guy I've got a cold and he nods thoughtfully then points to a particular set of treatments.  I don't really care, so consent.  Usual ritual, into the booth, strip down, wrap cloth around waist and enter hot room.

Ok - it's a busy morning, and the gobektasi is largely full.  But it's weird.  The guys are normally lined up toe-to-toe, but these guys have legs intertwined, feet tucked up by the other ones balls, arms draped casually, and, in a major breach of hammam etiquette, they're all naked.  And hung like donkeys.  What's weird is that they all look vaguely similar (I don't have my glasses on so I can't really tell).  All are built like swimmers, all are covered in thick black hair, bar one guy who has a clean chest but legs like a centaur.  They're not talking, but there is some touching, and even though one uses his foot to nudge the others balls (to get his attention), it's non-sexual.  So we have nudity, intimacy and yet no "electricity" to speak of.

Soon enough the attendant enters and comes my way, making a tut tut noise to indicate the nakedness of my fellow bathers as being unacceptable, but they clearly don't care.  My treatment commences, and from time to time one or more of the other guys stand, stretch and wander off into side rooms, but with little privacy I doubt there's any action.  The tellak removes my pestemal at one stage to soap my groin, giving my cock a brief tug and a thumbs up.  My howl as he later cracked my spine did however raise a collective laugh.

After an hour or so my time is done, and I retire to the relax space, where tea and cigarettes are offered.  I'm wrapped from head to toe in towels, when the other guys also exit.  Now with my glasses, I can see that the clean chested guy is maybe 15, and the others in their mid-late 20's.  Indeed, all are built like gods, and all have the same piercing blue eyes, and thus the mystery is solved.  Notwithstanding that they look as though they've stepped out of Assassins Creed, it's clearly a group of brothers and/or cousins.  These are guys accustomed to seeing one another naked and simply don't give a shit. They're just men participating in the shared experience of the hamam.

I somehow found this refreshing.  I have never seen my own brother naked (well not since he was about 4), and none of my friends.  Ever.  The absence of back-slapping jocularity and the extension of emotional intimacy into the physical seemed like a perfectly normal and natural occurrence, and an expression of masculine confidence all too missing from our 'western' lives...





Thursday, 28 January 2016

Call me Vlad...

It's been an epic lunch, and I'm rather drunk to put it mildly.  I decide not to do the sensible thing and call a taxi, rather I call the Syrian.  I tell him the condition I'm in, and he tells me he's on his way.  Soon enough he pulls up beside me, and I jump in.  He only really just wants me to be ok, so after telling me how cute I am when I'm drunk (?!?), he asks where I want to go.  I can't resist his puppy eyes, so I nominate his place.  Clapping his hands with glee, he floors the car and we're away.

We get to his place, and tbh, it's a little hazy.  We fucked, and fucked a lot, then he woke around 02:30 and said it was best he took me home before my wife began to worry.

2 days later, and he sends me pic of his badly bruised shoulder, telling me this was where I was biting him as he fucked me, and he loved having it.  Why?  The mark is in the shape of my teeth, and 'it reminds him of my smile'...

Later that week, I'm back at his place, and after sex we're lying about on the couch, when he suddenly flops his dick out and stretches it.  As he does so, he reveals some puncture marks at the base.  Again, where I was biting him - this time as he face fucked me.  Again, he's delighted, although he said it 'stings a little'...

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Kegel, kegel, kegel...

So, I've been known to shoot my load a little too quickly sometimes of late, and I've decided to 'do' kegels whenever I'm waiting for the elevator.  Goddamn, what a difference!!!


But, after weeks of work, travel and more work, interspersed with a fair amount of fun, I've decided to break the "too much to write" paralysis and just gtf back online and start typing.  A few episodes are parked in my head, and I'll get to them in due course.


Mostly, I've been playin with The Syrian.  He's a sensational fuck, and really, all he wants to do is pleasure me then fuck me, so we're both pretty happy with that arrangement.  It'd be nice to get my own end in sometimes, but beggars can't be choosers...

Anyway.  Kegels.  So fucking easy.  And wow!  I'm flat on my stomach last night, the Syrian astride me, and he begins to slide his fat cock into me and I clench.  He shudders, then pushes some more, and before I know it, he's bottomed out inside me with zero discomfort.  The thing about a kegel it seems is that it's not so much about the clench as it is the control, and I find myself actually backing up and trying to get him even deeper into me, culminating in me taking it doggie style as he slams his hips into me, his arms wrapped around my torso as he kisses and bites my shoulders.


Fuck damn it was awesome.  Soon enough though, he flips me to my back and drags my body up into his lap as he impales me once more (fun fact, his name means "sword" in Arabic, and by fuck he's got one), and as he leans back and starts to gyrate into me as I do my newly learnt 'clench and release', he's got my pole in his hand and he's jerking me off as he fucks me.  My legs are, again, drumming on his back as I start to spurt, and he somehow manages to withdraw and unsheath, but not fast enough that he can shoot on me, rather he coats my balls with his load then dives down to lick them clean, one hand above his head still wrapped around my shaft.  He swallows his own spunk, then dives onto me for a kiss and we lie together entangled for a while, panting and laughing...  Usual routine of shower, and when I exit the bathroom my clothes are laid out for me on the bed as always, then we have tea, cigarettes and more kisses before I must leave...

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Overwhelmed...

You ever get the feeling that sometimes life just wants to deal you a series of unnecessary (and ongoing), crises?

Plenty of activity, but mostly with the Syrian.  He's getting more adventurous, but no time to get things down at this point.  Soon I hope, soon...

Sunday, 3 January 2016

Really? 2016? Already?

So the combination of 3 x major work projects, a seemingly endless series of 'festive obligations', a rotten cold & a trip to Istanbul have conspired to keep me offline for the past few weeks, but certainly not inactive.  I shall be back online updating in just a day or so...