Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2004 05:33:12 +0800
From: tazmania  <tazmania@bolt.com>
Subject: Traveling Around The World - Part 1

Turkey

Hi, my name is Fernando, I'm 13 y/o and I am from Brazil. I just wanna share
little bits of things that happened to me in this so short life of mine, which
only proves that you don't have to be old to have experience. Although I am
young I have lived enough to print a bunch of books. Of course they would be
books not intended for children since we want to preserve them, but people can't
say I am an inexperienced child. Well, I don't like much blah, blah, blah and
stuff like that because I have always heard I am a talkative boy and so I
believe that. I also believe that the many experiences I have had happened
because of this trace I've got, I simply talk people into acting and I am never
afraid of getting a 'no' for an answer. Anyway, let's put an end to this self-
description and let's get to business now.

My father is a businessman in Brazil, he has an office on Avenida Paulista, Sao
Paulo's Wall Street, and traveling is a thing he has to do a lot. I am an only
child and he usually takes me in his trips when they are short ones, because he
doesn't want to disrupt my school routine, and also when I am on vacation or
holidays. My mother sometimes comes along too, but she is not much interested in
these trips since they are quick and also because she's got her own life to lead
and doesn't like to have her routine messed up. I like when she makes her mind
up and comes along, but I think it is funnier when it's only daddy and me, since
we don't have to explain everything or because we don't have to go to places
simply because she thinks we shouldn't.

My father deals with tourism and he has this Tour Agency, which is always
promoting trips to paradisiacal, and not so well known, places in the world and
also those well-known places, but the trips always included visiting those sites
known only to the local people. Therefore, he has to make fieldwork and go to
these places, find the most unusual hotels and restaurants and make contact with
the most variable types of people, in order to plan his itineraries for those
tourists who like to see the other side of the beautiful countries. Traveling
with daddy took me to the most beautiful regions in this planet and also gave me
the opportunity to know people of all kinds and tastes (yeah, I say taste
because I have tasted quite a lot of people around the world, more precisely I
have tasted quite A LOT of men around the world).

But for now I will stick to this man I met in Turkey and who fucked me in a way
that almost drove me crazy. But let me start from the beginning. My father and I
would have ten days to spend in Turkey, more precisely in Istanbul, where all
would begin, but we also went to Ankara (the capital) and Iznik. My father has a
way of working that is very throughout and he has to go to every place he
intends to present the tourists, so we had a hard schedule to keep. There were a
lot of places to visit, lots of restaurants to go and lots of museums too,
although all these he already knew; he was looking for the unusual places, but
we visited those same places anyway, only so he could have more information to
pass ahead if somebody asked him.

Istanbul embraces two continents, one arm reaching out to Asia, the other to
Europe. Through the city's heart, the Bosphorus strait, courses the waters of
the Black Sea, the Sea of Marmara and the Golden Horn. Istanbul fascinates its
visitors. The museums, churches, palaces, great mosques, bazaars and sights of
natural beauty seem inexhaustible. As we were on the shores of the Bosphorus at
sunset, contemplating the red twilight reflected in the windows on the opposite
shore, my father said that he understood why so many centuries ago settlers
chose to build on this remarkable site. We visited the Goksu Palace, also known
as Kucuksu, built by Abdulmecit I; St. Sophia the imperial Sultanahmet Mosque,
built between 1609 and 1616 by the architect Mehmet, the building is more
familiarly known as the Blue Mosque because its interior gleams with a
magnificent paneling of blue and white Iznik tiles.

We went to Sultanahmet, a place with a number of restaurants in restored
Byzantine and Ottoman buildings; Kumkapi, an attractive district with its many
taverns, bars and fish restaurants. Also in this district, the narrow Nevizede
Street, near Ficek Pasaji, is the best place in Istanbul for eating Turkish
specialties and drinking raki. And it was there that I met Rustem. Rustem was a
god of a man with that strong body of his, his thick moustache over a big mouth
full of beautiful pearl-like teeth and he had big hairy hands that hypnotized me
as he moved them around, gesticulating in that manner so peculiar to Turkish
people. The first thing that attracted me in him was his burly frame and his
scent, scent of a man, a mix of Tobacco and sweat. I don't really know what he
was doing there, if he had business in that place or if he was just moving
around like so many others, but I got the impression that he belonged in that
place, so colorful and so full of life.

As he talked to my father I sensed his eyes upon me, maybe because I never took
my eyes away from him too, trying to absorb his maleness, or maybe he could
sense the emotions he was causing in me, but fact is that we were communicating
without words and I my father was not aware of what was going on between us.
I've gotta tell something here before we move on: although I am too young I was
not a bit naive! No way. I had met many men in my trips and, even in my country,
I had a lot of men ready to take in their arms and fuck me whenever I called
them. The first man who fucked me, did it when I was 12 years old and he was an
uncle of mine. After him came a lot more and I simply loved it. I could never
get enough of a real man's cock and I always knew when one was interested in me
and I positively knew that Rustem was eager to lay his hands on me, or should I
say, eager to stick his cock inside me?

Well, since I had found my target I decided to move towards it, in this case I
would try to corner the macho Rustem and see what he got stored for me between
his legs. If I could measure his cock by his body size I'd say he surely had a
monster of a cock. I lowered my eyes to the front of his loose white cotton
pants and stared at it a little longer, giving him the chance to see where I was
looking at. When I looked up he had a smirk on his face. He, slowly, and
carefully not to draw my father's attention, cupped his bulge and, drawing the
cotton fabric tight, outlined his huge cock and balls and then blinked. I
blinked back and followed them around. He was my father's contact in Turkey and
they were talking about the next group of people coming next season to visit the
country. We were in this very beautiful shop, a carpet shop (it seemed that
Rustem knew the owner and was there visiting him when my father called him or he
owned the shop himself) and there were hundreds of richly and laboriously made
carpets to suit every taste and pocket. Carpets to the Turkish people mean
warmth and riches. Suddenly my father's phone cell rang (he always rented one
everywhere he went, as possible as it was, and Turkey is a very modern country
in spite of its ancient history) and he apologized, began to talk and walked
away to have some privacy. At this moment I felt Rustem's presence behind me and
his hand squeezed discreetly my right cheek. I reached behind me and put my hand
upon his. He took it and put it on his crotch and I squeezed it too. "Feel it.
Do you like it?" He said quietly. I groped the semi-hard huge cock and squeezed
it again. I turned around and saw myself facing a very strong wall of flesh and
hair; it was his chest. The two upper buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and I
didn't wait for him to say anything, I simply reached out, spread the fabric
apart and marveled at the sight of his dark skinned torso. My eyes drank in his
dark skin and his hairy body, starting at the hairy nipples, down over his
belly, which had thick hair swirls covering it. Mesmerized by the whole scene I
moved closer and licked the tip of his nipple and then swallowed it, which grew
big in my mouth as I sucked on it, and he hissed thru his teeth, not expecting
that.

"Hey, you are such a devilish queer boy, uhn? I knew it when I laid my eyes on
you, when you looked at me". He said while I sucked his tit. I stopped what I
was doing and my hand went to his cotton pants and grabbed something huge inside
them, something that throbbed in my hand. "Yeah, and I love to suck a man's cock
and give my ass to him. Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Rustem?" I said and
squeezed his hard member, which pulsed underneath his pants. His smell was
intoxicating, the sweat in his big body was something that made me dizzy and I
wanted to suck his cock right then and there. He looked over the top of the
carpet that was hiding us and we could still hear my father's voice a little
away from us and there was nobody around. While he inspected the place I simply
used both hands and pulled the zipper down, reached inside his clothes and found
his hard tool and hauled it out. Gosh, it was big and fat. He had one of the
most beautiful and delicious cocks I had ever seen. It was of a dark color and
was completely hard, big veins running around his shaft turning it more
impressive and he was uncut. I peeled down the skin on the head and this big,
purple head revealed itself to me. I could see that it was already leaking
profusely. When I approached my face to his cock I was hit by this strong smell
of body, a mix of urine, sweat and cheese. I simply forgot where I was and the
risk of being caught. In that moment all I cared about was to have that fat
piece of delicious Turkish meat inside my mouth before my father returned and,
if I had the chance, inside my asshole as well.

He wanted to stop me and he even tried to tell me that it was dangerous, but I
could see that he was desperate for that too. He also wanted to stick his
fucking pole in my mouth and forget about the rest. I didn't waste time. I
grabbed his cock at the base and brought the big, flared head into my mouth and
tasted him. First I licked the piss slit and removed the precum oozing out, then
I proceeded licking his cock on the underside. Rustem was moaning and saying
things in Turkish as his big hands grasped my head and pulled me forward,
smearing precum over my lips, nose and cheeks. I then swallowed his cock and he
held me there, firmly while his cock slid until the head touched the back of my
throat.  Although I knew how to suck a cock I gagged and pulled back a little,
taking a short breath, but took him in again almost immediately, letting him
find new depths inside my throat. I took his balls in my other hand and held
them and applied some massage to them. He had big hairy balls too and I knew
they were full of cum for me. I was frantically wanking his monstrous cock with
two hands and by now it was rock hard. But then he quickly shoved me away and
tucked his cock in his pants again, a big tent forming there, and cleared his
throat and began to say things about the prices of the carpets and other stuff
and we pretended that he was lecturing me on Turkish items as my father
approached us again. Daddy told us that he had another meeting with someone else
and told Rustem that we'd come back after lunch to finish the conversation.
Rustem, who was still shaken by the experience (both pleasure and fear) agreed
quickly and amiably, but I still had my own plans. I asked my father if I could
stay with Mr. Rustem while he met this other guy until he came back after lunch
to finish talking and to pick me up. He looked at Rustem who shook his head
'yes' and said: "OK, Fernando, but be sure not to bother Rustem at all, will
you?" Rustem intervened promptly "No, don't worry, my friend, it will be a
pleasure for me to take care of your son. We'll get along very well I assure you
that", he said and looked at me, his eyes saying more than my father would ever
have understood. In no time at all my father left and I saw myself alone with
Rustem who took me by the hand and led me to a small room, full of carpets, and
closed the door, without caring to lock it.

I was tremendously and greatly excited. Rustem came from behind me and wrapped
his hairy arms around me and pressed his body against mine, thrusting his crotch
against my butt, which felt his hard cock rubbing up and down, eager to get free
from the fabric that trapped it inside. He said: "Is this what you want you
little foreign queer? Is Rustem's hard, big and fat cock what you want? Feel it
against your tight hole (he thrust his hips again against my butt), feel how
hard it is. Is this what you want?" he kept asking me that as he held me tight
against him and rubbed his hard cock over my butt. I was on fire already, his
smell of tobacco involving me, his breath on my neck, his growing beard
scratching the side of my face, and I moaned in his strong arms and wished he
would ask me to take my clothes off so he could fuck me there, but I also didn't
want to haste. It was very good to feel this delicious, handsome and desirable
man caressing my body, aroused by my soft and young boy body. I was determined
to make him a happy man, to let him do to me whatever he wanted.

"Yes, Rustem, that's exactly what I want. I want your cock up my ass, completely
buried inside of me. Can you do that to me? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want
to shove your hard cock up my boypussy?" I asked him and, at the same time, I
leaned against his body, just like a girlfriend usually does to her man, and
caressed his hairy arms around me. I wiggled my ass at his cock and thrust back,
sending him the clear message that I was crazy about him. He kissed me on the
back of my neck, on my face, his tongue licking the nape of my ear and I could
take it no more. I began saying "Please, fuck me, fuck my ass Rustem, please!"
and that was all he wanted to hear because he grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and
pulled it over my head and I unzipped my Jeans and got rid of it, bringing my
underwear down as well. There I was, completely naked, my pecker pointing up and
my round, hairless butt, revealed to him. He liked what he saw, because he made
a sound with his mouth and grabbed my cheeks and squeezed, his fingers digging
deep in my tender, white flesh. I moaned and leaned on to him again, who still
had his clothes on.

I turned around and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. My God, he had the
hairiest chest I had ever seen. Even my father wasn't that hairy. I sucked on
his nipples and he moaned aloud. I felt him fumble with his pants and when I saw
them drop to the floor I knelt before him and worshiped that delicious bulge
inside his underwear. His cock was throbbing and tilting inside his white
underwear and I kissed it. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed it
against his encased cock, rubbing it against my face, making me feel on the face
the power of that monster he was about to unleash. Soon the beast would be
plowing in my ass, punishing me for being too bold.

I grabbed his underwear by the waistband and pulled it down and freed his man
tool. A wave of man scent hit my nose and I reveled in that delicious smell of
man. Once again I held it in my hand and took it to my mouth, which opened wide
and swallowed his warm and vibrating fucker. I could not take it whole in my
mouth, but I managed to bob my head up and down his shaft, creating a friction
that made him throw his head back and moan and grunt. I massaged his big balls
and allowed him to use my mouth as a pussy. But I wanted something else; I
wanted his cock up my chute. I released his cock from my mouth and stood up. He
looked at me and understood that I wanted more than only give him a blowjob. I
dropped on my knees and hands and wiggled my ass at him as a bitch does at a
dog. And just like a dog does to the bitch, Rustem dropped on his knees behind
me and smelt my butt. He must have liked what he smelled because he shoved his
face into my crack and stuck his tongue in my hole, yanking an involuntary cry
from me. That was great!

After licking me for a while he inserted his thick index finger in my ass. I
relaxed and let it move around, loosing my ring up. He put two fingers and
stretched me a little more. It wasn't hurting. Of course I felt the pressure
down there, but I was used to this and had taught myself to relax and enjoy it.
"Ah, Rustem, I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me with your cock!" I moaned
and pushed my butt at his fingers already buried inside my ass. He removed them
and said: "You don't want my fingers, right? You want the real thing in this
tight, hot ass of yours, right, you little son of a bitch?" He grabbed his big,
fat, hard cock and began rubbing it against my waiting and salivated ass. I
could feel the head slide over my butthole and I shivered in anticipation.
"Yeah, Rustem, please put it inside of me, I want it badly". "Ok, Fernando, if
that's what you want, I'll give it to you. Relax and let me do what you want.
I'm gonna show you what we Turkish men do to little queers like you who come to
our country. I'm gonna make you taste the wonders of our land. Get ready!"

While still saying this he positioned himself between my legs, spit on his hand
and lubbed his cock with his own thick saliva and guided it to my back door. As
soon as he finished saying 'Get ready!' I felt the flared head touch my ring and
he, gripping my hips with both hands, held me firm on place and thrust his dick
violently into my asshole. In just one vigorous thrust of his I got impaled on
his shaft; but I wasn't really ready for such a strong push. My body lurched at
this forceful invasion and I yelped and recoiled a little, instinctively trying
to protect myself, but it was too late.  He sensed me trying to move away from
him and tightened his grip on my sides, never allowing me to part from him. "No
way, Fernando, you said you wanted me to fuck you, now I'm gonna show you how we
fuck here. Just relax and feel my cock bursting you open. And besides, you are
hot!" he said and, pulling away a little, just enough to give him room to thrust
back again, he plunged his cock back in and half of it followed the head into my
tunnel. He worked that big hard cock in and out of my tight, burning ass for at
least five minutes. I was gasping for air. I felt the head of his cock quivering
inside of me. I arched my ass to give him better access and felt his monster
dick slide into me, inch after agonizing inch. I moaned again in pain and in
pleasure and accepted the fact that I was under his mercy now. So I simply
relaxed my muscles and coped with the pain, which began to recede, and waited
for his next thrust. Once again he pulled his cock and shoved it back in,
lodging his whole shaft inside my ass. Soon his balls touched my buns and he
softened his grip on my sides. Now I was pinned by his big cock buried inside of
me. He stopped moving for a while and his hands caressed my cheeks, spreading
them apart. I think he was looking down to see his whole long tube of flesh
completely buried inside that white, young ass. "You have such a beautiful, hot
and tight ass, Fernando. All the wrinkles are gone and it's almost crushing my
cock. I'm afraid I won't last long here". He said and pulled out and shoved it
back in again. I was overstuffed and the feeling of his balls hitting mine every
time he thrust was more than I could bear.

I began to moan and begged him to fuck me hard as I wiggled my ass at him and
pushed back to meet his thrusts. "Do you want Rustem here to fuck you hard? Do
you want me to fuck your little boy pussy? I will fuck you now, I will give you
my cock the way you want it". At saying that he grabbed my hips again and began
plunging his cock hard into my ass. He plowed me savagely, his cock entering my
ass with such a force that he almost knocked me down. "Yeah, Fernando, take my
cock, take my fat cock up your ass, take my manmeat up your tight ass. Is this
what you want? Take it!" He punctuated his words with strong thrust of his
pelvis, sending his immensely hard fucking cock into my stretched ass, ramming
it like mad, sweat dripping from his brow, always finding new depths in my
rectum each time he shoved in. I kept answering him, saying 'yes, yes, yes, give
it to me, fuck me harder', enduring his pounding. Now he was driving his cock
furiously into my loose and slimy ass, which received his cock easily, molding
around his shaft, and then he stopped, strengthened his grip on my hips,
readjusted himself inside my legs, trying to find a better position to keep
pistoning his cock in and out of my hole and, pulling his cock almost completely
out of my ass, leaving only the swollen corona of his dick inside my wrinkles,
he shoved it back in with all his mighty, as he held me in place with his strong
hands and I felt his cock slide even further up my tunnel, bumping into the end
of it. And that sent a bolt of agonizing pain, which spread to my whole body,
and I collapsed onto the floor, letting out a cry of pain like a thorn bird and
that was when we both finished.

Never paying attention to my cries of pain he simply collapsed on top of me when
I sprawled on the floor. As if we were just one person he kept his cock still
buried deep in my ass and kept pounding it. Without missing a beat, he spread my
legs with his own legs and kept them apart with his body weight and crushed me
on the floor, banging his oversized cock in and out, in and out, and that was
what pushed me over the edge. I never had the time to control it and began to
cum without touching my cock, jizm flowing from it every time he pushed in and I
moaned and grunted and yelled "Ahh, fuck, I'm cumming Rustem, don't stop please,
I'm cumming!" I yelled at him and he let out a short laughter and kept ramming
his prod in. Now he was fucking me harder and harder until he was piledriving me
with it. He was drenched in sweat as he thrust savagely, pounding my butt-hole,
saying words in Turkish and in English. "Oh, yes! Take my fucking cock up your
ass, my little queer, take it, it's all yours, it's completely buried deep
inside your ass. So buried you'll have problem walking when we finish this."
When I began to cum my ass shrank around his shaft and tightened the grip around
it and that drove him over the edge too. "Yeah, Fernando, that's it, eat my cock
with you ass, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fill your ass with a
thick load of Turkish cum... I'm gonna empty my balls into your ass...take
it...aaaaahhhhhhgggggg... tak.." He never finished his sentence because his
words turned into roars and grunts and moans as his body went rigid and jerked
spasmodically when, plunging his cock one last time, he began to cum; torrents
of his sperm began to gush inside me, his cock was so swollen that I felt each
time it recoiled and spurted his jets of cum inside of me.

It took us more than five minutes to at least have a notion of the surroundings
again, our hearts beating fast, I could feel his heart beating against my back
while his cock still tilted inside my ass. Finally, he managed to lift his body
with his hands and raised his torso, still keeping his crotch glued to my ass,
his cock softening inside me. He told me that he didn't want to ruin the carpet
we were lying on with his cum (although I had already cum on it), so he simply
grabbed me by the hips again and held me tightly against him, nailed by his
cock, and carried me to a nearby door, it was a bathroom. Only then he let go
off me and his cock slipped out. I only had time to sit on the commode before
his man milk began to flow out of my sore hole. While I was on the commode I
could look at his enormous flaccid cock because he was at the sink, cleaning
himself. It was beautiful and I had had it inside of me, I had overcome it!

When he finished he told me that he could never imagine I could take him the way
I did. He said that even women complained about the size of his cock and wanted
to know if every boy in my country was like me. I told him that only the special
ones and asked him if he had enjoyed fucking me. He said that he would be very
glad if I returned everyday while still in Istanbul. I told him that I would do
everything I could to come back at least for one last good-bye. He smiled and
kissed me. We had lunch together and talked a lot until my father came back and
we headed back to the hotel after he had his time with Rustem. We said good-bye
and took a cab to the hotel where I would take some rest. Only things happened
to be completely different from what I had planned and I never thought my father
would be the next one to fuck me that same night at the hotel. And this trip
turned out to be my greatest one, ever.

To be continued... (unless you don't want me to continue, my friend. What do you
say?)