Date: Fri, 20 May 2011 22:52:31 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: World Tour 02

World Tour 02

by Alex Carbine


I give the usual warning that there are graphic descriptions
of man to man sex, of many types. So if you do not wish to
read this, go away now!!! However if you do enjoy the
titillation reading about this can give, hold at the back
of your mind that what I describe actually happened.
I know, I was there!!!!!  Honestly.............


Chapter 2a.

Istanbul

	If you have read my chapter one, you will know the what
and why of my travels, so I will not delay any longer. It was a
short flight to Istanbul and I was fortunate to land in the
daytime, thus seeing the wonderful panorama of the city that is
divided by a major waterway. I had arranged a taxi-link direct to
my hotel and was a little surprised at the lack of visual
splendour when I arrived outside it. Not really special at all I
thought. I had chosen the Pera Palace Hotel because Agatha
Christie had stayed there, allegedly, when she disappeared for
several weeks, worrying her nearest and dearest, who thought
the worse had happened to her. However legend has it that she
just needed to get away from everything and whilst at the hotel
she mapped out the plot for 'Murder on the Orient Express'.

A uniformed man at the door took my luggage from the
car and followed me to the Manager's desk, which was to be
found off to the left inside the entrance. I was greeted by a
rotund, smiling, perspiring man who spoke good English when I
spoke to him concerning my room. It was almost Easter and I
had expected the hotel to be well booked, but he was able to
change my room for one that had a view over the city and the
harbour. I was also given the hotel brochure showing the tours
of the city, which I read when I took my bath.

A young boy of about 14 years, dressed in a smart uniform
took my bags when the Manager pinged the desk bell, and I
followed him around the corner and into the main reception
hall.

	What a splendid hall! A white veined marble floor on
which stood pink marble columns joined by arches of red and
white chequer-board marble. A painted ceiling illuminated by
concealed lighting confused the eye as to the height of the room.
To my right was a bar lounge, and looking through the doors I
imagined that the long heavy drapes at the windows were
probably the ones that Agatha had stared at when seated at the
writing desks in each window alcove, whilst she listened to her
muses and wrote.

	The young bell-hop waited whilst I stared in awe, then
gave me an almost cheeky, toothy smile and continued on to the
main staircase. What an incredible sweeping and majestic affair
it was. Starting in two set of stairs at the bottom, they swept
round and met at the first landing, only to separate and sweep
round joining again at each of the six floors. Starting between
these stairways at the bottom was an old open-cage lift, which
creaked and rattled its' way up, giving an almost asthmatic
wheeze as it came to a halt at the required floor. Day and night
it was driven by a young uniformed lift attendant who, when not
required  by guests or cleaning staff, would sit at ground level
on the wooden bench at the back of the lift in an almost glazed
trance, only to be roused by the single ting of the bell in the cab
which rang once each time someone pushed the call button.
Dependant on how deep the trance was the number of repeated
tings, before the lad came to, slid the cage doors closed and
goaded the lifting gear into action.

	My room was simple, but definitely adequate, with two
tall windows over the city, and an en suite bathroom with gold
fittings. The lad showed me how to use the air conditioning,
television, and showed me the hotel directory of information. He
laid my cases on the bed and said he would be back up with my
other cases in a few minutes. I thanked him, gave him a
generous tip and told him not to hurry and to bring them
straight in as I was going to have a bath. He looked at the tip I
had given him and then thanked me profusely as he backed out
of the door. I liked him.

	In a matter of a couple of minutes I had started my bath
and unpacked most of my clothes into one of the chest of
drawers, and hung up the suits that had come up so far. I was
booked in for a week with the option of another week, and I hate
living out of a suitcase, wearing creased and crumpled clothes. I
normally travel light but had bought some fashion clothes in
Rome - I just couldn't resist them - so I had four largish
suitcases instead of the two I started with. I put the two empty
suitcases on top of the wardrobe, slipped out of my clothes and
sank into my bath to read the brochure I had been given. The
bubble bath supplied made the water smell of lavender and
roses and I relaxed as I read.

	It was not long before I heard a knock at my door. I called
from the bath and the bell boy entered with my other cases. He
came to the bathroom door and asked if I wanted him to unpack
them and put the contents with my other clothes. I thought that
the tip I had given him was probably making him work for
another, and the cases did not contain anything of value, like
my wallet or passport, which were secure in the room's safe.

	I continued to read the brochure about the trips I could do,
whilst I heard him potter about humming to himself as he
opened and closed closets and drawers, putting away my shirts,
suits and shoes. Then I heard him stop humming, and I could
not hear him moving, and I was sure I had not heard him go out
the door. Anyway he had not hinted at another tip before he left.

	"Is everything all right?" I called out. The boy came to the
partially closed bathroom door and asked, "Where shall I put
this,  Sir?"

	"What is it?" I asked. "A black shaving bag containing
some items, Sir" he answered. I could not remember a black
bag, and asked him if he would bring it in to me to look at. He
stepped into the bathroom and held the bag out at arm's length,
coming only near enough so that I could take hold of it. I had
never seen it before. He stood there whilst I opened the
drawstrings and pulled the mouth of the bag open. Inside I
found a note and some items. The note was from Peter, who
must have slipped the bag into my case in Rome before I left. It
read "Dear Alex, I know you were only due to stay for a few
days, but I am sorry you had to go so soon. I shall remember our
time together, as I hope you will remember. Enclosed are a few
things to remind you. All my love, Peter." I put the note on the
stool beside the bath and took out the three items from the bag
and arranged them on the bath side. The first was a thin anal
probe. The second was a thick butt-plug. The third was a six
inch long black cock which stood on a suction cup behind the
realistic balls. The young lad's eyes were like saucers as he took
in what was in front of him.

	I looked up at him. "You had looked in the bag before you
called me, didn't you?" I asked gently. He nodded and his face
started to go bright red. "Don't worry. You are not in any
trouble." He had hunched slightly, and he seemed to straighten
up. "I did not know these were in my bags. The note is from a
friend in Rome. They are his parting gift to me." He took this in
as he nodded to me slowly. I picked up the black cock and
looked at it, holding it by its base and washing it in the soapy
water of my bath, almost wanking it. I had half expected the boy
to go, but he did not move. I looked over to him and his eyes
were riveted on the black cock in my hands. I smiled at him and
said, "Do you want to hold it?" He hesitated and gave his
bottom lip an nervous lick. "Go on," I urged gently, "Take it."

	I held it out to him. He had to take a couple of paces
forward. His hand closed around the black shaft. I opened my
hand and took it away, back into the bath to swirl the water
around abit. My cock was getting hard and the tip was just
peeping through the thin layer of bubbles on the water. The boy
laughed almost like a giggle, his eyes alight with fun. He looked
at the dildo first one way then another, his teeth flashing as he
smiled. Then he suddenly became serious and said to me "I am
sorry Sir. I should not have disturbed you like this. I must be
going now."

	With both hands I cupped my balls and lay back a bit. My
stiff cock broke the surface. I watched his eyes as they flitted
from the sight of my cock to my own eyes and back to my cock.
"Are you allowed to run errands for Guests?" I asked. "Yes Sir,"
he answered, suddenly becoming embarrassed by the object he
was still holding and not knowing really where to put it. "Maybe
you would like to do something for me?" I said, and with my
right hand I took hold of my cock and started to wank myself
slowly. He watched mesmerised. "That is .. if you want to.. I
don't want to get you into any trouble." He moved forward to
stand beside the bath, looking straight down at me. He placed
the black dong on the bath side with the other toys and said, "I
have heard of others running errands but," he hesitated to find
the correct words, "but I have never been asked to run" he
nodded at my cock, "these errands myself."

"It is your choice," I said bending my cock forward so it stood straight up out of the water, "I would not want you to do anything that you did not
want to do." I smiled at him and sat up so my cock disappeared
beneath the foam. He turned and made for the door, then
stopped and turned back, holding the door ajar. "I will see the
Manager and ask if he will let me run your errand. I will tell him
that you have a package you want to post. We do not take
packages to post at the front desk, they have to go from the Post
Office, which is about 20 minutes away. My work hours are
almost complete. He may let me go early." He went round the
door, and then his face re-appeared. "I would like to come back
Sir, if that is all right with you?" "I look forward to it," I replied,
and he was gone. I heard the main door close with a click as he
went out, and I climbed out of my bath. Standing I front of the
full length mirror beside the toilet and I looked at the reflection.
There I stood, 50 plus, in a foreign land, slightly over weight,
and with a stonking hard-on, waiting for a young lad of 14 to
come back to my room. And I had only just got here!!!!!!

	I briskly dried myself off and put on the white towelling
robe supplied by the Hotel. In my room I opened the bar fridge
and poured myself a beer. I lay back on the bed and flicked
through the Hotel Directory. The third page listed the channels
that the TV received, which was very comprehensive as the
hotel was hooked up to satellite TV. Using the remote I
thumbed through the channels, stopping on CNN to catch up
with the latest world news. Nothing much  had changed and I
had almost finished my beer when there was a light knocking at
my door. "Its open" I called and to my surprise the lad came in
quickly and closed the door behind him. I did not think he
would actually return, and certainly not so soon.

	"It is done. I am to be let off work now, half an hour early,
as I am to take your package to the Post Office. It is good, no?"
I laughed and then asked him, "Won't they expect to see you go
out of the hotel with a package?" "Do not worry, Sir. There are
several ways out for me, and who would think I am not going to
the Post Office?" "So what would you do when you finish
work?" I asked him. "I would probably go to my room, Sir. I
live in the Hotel." "You do not live at home?" I asked. "I have
not home, Sir. My father is dead, and my mother could not feed
me and my other brothers. I left two years ago, and I live here,
and make good moneys." "How old are you?" I asked, "and
come over here. You don't need to stand by the door." He
moved across the room and sat on the side of the bed, next to
me. He looked down at his hands in his lap and then up at me.
"I am thirteen. I will be fourteen next month. It is my birthday."
He gave a slight smile that was tinged with sadness. "I am the
eldest in my family." "Would you like a drink," I said, raising
my glass of beer. "Drinking alcohol is against my religion. But,
however, I will have a Coke." "Help yourself," I said, gesturing
the bar fridge. He pulled out a Coke bottle, opened it and drank
from the open top. I watched as he swallowed it down, his lips
wrapped round the upturned bottle neck and my cock started to
twinge as I remembered why the lad had come back to my room.

	I moved my legs apart as I lay on the bed with my back
supported by the pillows. My robe fell open revealing my semi-
hard cock. He finished the bottle and placed it carefully in the
rubbish bin. I scratched my balls as he straightened up and the
movement caught his eye. His face started to blush again, and
he looked uncomfortable.

"Are you quite sure you want to be here?" I asked gently.
He nodded several quick, jerky nods. I got up off the bed and
went over to him. "Come on," I said, putting my hand to the
back of his neck and pushing him into motion, "Let's get you in
the shower. You must be hot and sweaty." He looked up at me
and smiled. "Thank you Sir." he said. "Oh and that's another
thing," I said. "My name is Alex, not Sir. What do your friends
call you?" "Demi," he answered, "My friends call me Demi."
And with that we went into the bathroom.

Peter's presents were still on the edge of the bath and I sat
beside them. Demi carefully took off his uniform jacket, shoes
and trousers, placing them over the back of the chair in the
corner. I noted he did not wear socks, and his 't' shirt and pants
had seen better days, but were clean. His back was towards me
and he looked round over his shoulder. "Shower," I said
pointing to the cubicle. He took off his 't' shirt and looked over
his shoulder at me again. "Soap," I said holding out a fresh
tablet. He self-consciously took down his pants and laid them
on top of his uniform. Then he turned round to face me.

At first he covered himself with his hands. I smiled and his
hands dropped to each side. His skin was slightly dark, as if he
had a good tan, but there was no 'bikini' mark, he was 'tanned'
all over. He had a thin bush of fine hair at the base of his
circumcised cock, and his balls hung quite low. His cock was
about three inches long, and jutted out from his body before
drooping down with gravity. "Come here," I said with my arms
open, and he came over to me as I sat on the bath. I put my arms
round him and he put his head against mine, with his chin on
my shoulder. I tightened my arms round his middle. He put his
arms round my shoulder, and then he surprised me. He started
to cry.

We stayed like that for at least a couple of minutes, I
holding his waist, he my shoulders, whilst he quietly, gently
sobbed. Then I moved my hand to pat him between his shoulder
blades in comfort, like burping a baby. He moved back a bit and
looked me in the face. His tongue licked the tears off his top lip.
He sniffed. Tears welled up in his eyes again. I pulled him to me
and he bawled like a kid who had fallen over and grazed his
knee. Then he was just sucking in air. Then he was wiping his
eyes with his hands.

I pushed him away from me alittle and said, "Life's tough, isn't it?" He nodded slightly and gave another big sniff. "Go on, go and have a shower." I stood up and opened the shower cubicle door and turned on the spray. I set
the temperature and stood aside so he could enter, then passed
him the soap. He stood under the falling water so it soaked his
black wavy hair, then he started to wash himself. I watched as
he soaped under then along his arms. Then he soaped his
hairless chest, working round to his back. Then each leg in turn,
until finally he worked up a fist full of lather and washed his
cock and balls with one hand, whilst the other worked up and
down the crack of his arse. Then, covered in soap everywhere,
he stood back under the jet and washed it all off. I handed him
some shampoo and he washed and rinsed his hair, then I stood
waiting with an open towel and he stepped out of the shower.
Kneeling down I rubbed him all over with the towel until he was
dry, and then threw it in the corner with a "Ta!Da!" He stood
infront of me as I knelt there and I leaned forward and kissed
the cleft of his chest. He ran a hand through my hair like a comb
as I kissed him. I moved back a little and looked down. His cock
was stiffening. I leaned into him again and kissed him as before,
but this time I moved my right hand up and cupped his balls
gently. He moved his legs apart a bit to allow me easier access.

His cock was definitely becoming engorged. I could feel it
getting harder between his legs where I was stroking his balls. I
ran a finger back from them to his anus and felt the base of his
cock twitch and pump as I carefully squeezed them. I looked up
at him, but he had his head back, looking at the ceiling. I moved
my left hand to grip his now stiff cock, and started to wank him
slowly, all the while gently playing and squeezing his balls and
their sack. He moved his feet further apart and tightened the
muscles in his legs. His hands went to his hips and he thrust
himself forwards, towards me, as I slowly pumped his cock. He
was breathing through his mouth and panting audibly with little
"Ah!" sounds. I licked the tip of his cock with the tip of my
tongue. He bent his shoulders back more in a bid to thrust
himself further forward. I took the head of his cock in my mouth
and tickled the 'g' string under the helmet with my tongue, and
then deep throated him. He gave a loud "Ah!" as I reached the
base of his cock with my lips. I slowly pulled my head back
then thrust down on him again. Several times I slowly withdrew
his cock from my throat only to swallow it quickly and to the
hilt. My right hand was still massaging his balls, and the index
finger of my left hand was rubbing his ring. I felt that he was
about to cum, and this was confirmed when he held my head
and started thrusting into my mouth. Seven, eight, nine thrusts
and then he began to spill his boycum. He gave me three hard
squirts then he went dry, but continued to fuck my mouth for
another five or six times, before the intensity of his orgasm
made him stop. He just stood there, not moving, with his hands
on my head and his rigid cock in my mouth. I let him stay like
that for a few seconds then I pulled my head away, and ran his
spunk over my tongue and around my mouth. Young, fresh
sperm has a taste all of its own. Then, as he looked down at me
with dreamy eyes, I swallowed his load, and licked the end of
his dick clean.




Chapter Two b.



He fetched me a beer and had another Coke himself as we
lay together on the bed, watching the TV. CNN was repeating
the news again, and I reached over for the remote. Demi took it
from me and changed the channel for a number not on the
listings. A blue screen appeared with a message 'Key in
number'. He used the remote to key in four figures that came up
as asterisks on the screen. The picture wobbled for a couple of
seconds and then cleared. It was a gay film. I looked down at
him and said, "What's this then?" "It's the Hotel. These films
run all day and night. Sometimes my job is to change the tapes
when they finish. I have the coding so I can monitor the quality
of picture. There are three channels. Man and man. Girl and
girl. Man and girl. We have just had some new tapes, so I have
not seen these yet."

"Do you usually watch them?" I asked. "I can only watch them
in the Guest rooms. There is not television in our room."
"What do you mean, our room, Demi?" "I am one
of six boys who work here. We each have a bed and a locker all
in one room." "What all six of you in one room?" "Yes. I have
no privacy. When we can we use an empty guest room. Then I
can watch TV." He turned to me with a big grin. "This is good,
No?" On the screen two well hung men were being sucked and
wanked by as third who knelt between them. As we watched he
stood up and stroked a good ten inches, then bent over a chair
and the one he had been sucking started to feed his monster
into the guy's arsehole. A close-up showed the thick, veined
cock sliding all the way in. "Do you like this type of sex?" Demi
asked me. "Have you tried it?" I countered. "No," he said
looking back to the screen, "But I would like to." He said it so
casually I could not believe it. Here was this almost 14 year old
telling me he wanted to have his bum fucked. "It is not as easy
as it looks," I said. "Remember these guys are doing it for the
cameras. You have to relax your ring, and have it stretched a
little. You also need to use condoms and a lubricant." "Are your
friends gifts for stretching it?" Demi asked, looking back at me,
his eyes sparkling in the light.
"So that's it. I wondered what all this was about!" I said.
"You saw them and you wanted to take
a chance." Demi started to giggle and turned to face me,
standing on all fours on the bed. "Well are they?" he asked
again. He shuffled up the bed to me, turned round and with his
bum in the air, his head and shoulders on the bed, he reached
round and opened the cheeks of his arse to show me his
puckered ring. "Do you think it needs stretching much, before I
can take your cock?" "Hold on a minute," I said, running my
finger lightly up and down the inviting crack of his arse. "You
are going to have to learn what you are doing first. Its one thing
to watch a movie, but its another thing," and I pushed my finger
into his hole, "to actually do it." He moved forward, falling in a
heap with a yelp. "Ahh! That hurts!" I playfully slapped his
rump and said, "Go and get Peter's Toys, and I will show you
how they can be used." Immediately Demi got up off the bed
and went into the bathroom, coming back quickly with the toys.
I had gone to one of my drawers and got a supply of condoms
and a tube of KY. He bounced onto the bed and laid the toys out
on a towel on the pillows. I also took out my gold plated cock
ring, and inserted my balls and cock through it as I talked to him.

"Firstly, always use a condom with any toy. It can stop
infection if you have not washed it properly from the last time,
and also if it has been used by someone else, well, you
know.." I gave him a foil packet to open and he tore it in half,
took the rolled rubber and started to put it on the black cock.
"Hold on a moment, I think we'll start with this." I gave him the
anal probe and another condom. He rolled the rubber down the
probe, which was made of soft blue jelly, was about ten inches
long, about half an inch thick, and had lumps all the way down
it. "OK. Now let's get this covered," and I gave him the butt
plug, which was pink, made of a hard but pliant pink rubber and
was about six inches long and about two inches at its thickest,
and about one inch across at the neck before the 't' bar. Demi
rolled another rubber over the plug, and holding it up, asked
how it would help him. "Let me show you. Spread some of this
over the probe." I gave him the tube of KY and he rubbed a
little between his fingers. I got on all fours and told him to put a
bit on his finger, then work it into my hole.

I felt him at my back door, then he slid his finger in
slowly. I told him to pull out, grease up the probe, and put that
in instead. He slowly eased the probe into my bum hole, and I
could not stop the shivers going up my spine as each lump on
the probe forced its way past my sphincter muscle. "OK. Now
slowly fuck my hole with it," I told him, and Demi started to
saw the probe in and out of my arse. I looked down between my
legs and I could see my semi-hard on dripping pre-cum onto the
bed cover. I reached through to give myself a wank, but Demi
realised what I wanted and started to milk my dick with one
hand whilst the other fucked my arse. With his help I got harder
and harder until I was really stiff, the cock ring helping me to
maintain my hard on.  I could feel the thick shoulder of the ring
biting slightly into my flesh at the base of my pumped up cock.
Demi took hold of the ring and jiggled it slightly, which
heightened the feeling for me, and eased the trapped flesh.

"OK Demi. Take it out and try the plug." Demi withdrew
the probe and greased up the plug. When he put it to my ring I
consciously relaxed my muscle as though I was having a crap
and pushed back against it. "Rotate it slightly as you push it in,"
I told him and it started to ease in until with a sudden plop it
was sitting inside me with my ring closing round the waist
before the 't' bar end. "What does this do?" he asked. "Well
Demi, It stretched the muscle as it went in and now the muscle
is sitting on the waist, and is not fully closed. Try to pull it out
and then put it back in." This he did and found it to be a lot
easier than the first time. "I'll leave it in for a couple of minutes
and then I'll try the cock." Demi took hold of the black rubber
cock and started to apply KY to it, enjoying the feeling of the
slippery wank he was giving it. I reached round behind me, took
hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. Then I lay my head and
shoulders down on the bed and held my cheeks apart just as
Demi had done earlier. "Now you can try that dick on me. I
think I'm ready." Demi took hold of the base of the dildo and
applied the tip to my bum hole.
Then, slowly corkscrewing it one way then the other, he inserted
it into me right up to the hilt. It felt fantastic. He then slowly
fucked my arse with it, the rubber cock slipping in and out as he
 pushed and pulled it. Then I felt him take hold of my cock and
start to wank me in time to his in and outs with the  fake dick.
This went on for a couple of minutes until I told him I had to
take a breather for a moment.

He stopped, left the dick inside me and moved off the bed.
I reached round and held the cock to stop it slipping out. Then
Demi was back on the bed and he took hold of the dildo. He
gave it a couple more pushes then I felt him take it out. Next
thing I knew he had moved closer behind me and I felt him slip
his own dick into me. His hands got hold of my hips and he
started shafting me deep and hard. "It OK Alex," he said as he
pumped me, "I use a rubber." Considering he had already cum
once he was definitely full of stamina. I felt his climax build and
then I could feel the ridge of his cockhead expand and scrape up
and down the inside of my love tube. Then he was digging slow
and deep and he shot his load into the rubber buried in my guts.
It was all too much for me and I started to shoot my load all over
the top of the bed. I just shot and shot and shot, pumping wad
after wad out of my balls. Then I was just twitching as Demi
slowly enjoyed an after the cum slow fuck, going as fast as his
sensitive dick end would allow. I just lay there and let him.

Finally it was time to clean up. "So do you understand
now that you can't just be fucked without preparation?" "Yes, I
can understand it," he replied with his slightly accented way of
speaking. "When will you do it to me?" he asked. "Not today," I
said. "You've had enough for one day I think." Demi looked
down at the bed and then up at me. "But you will do it to me,
won't you?" "If you really want. Let's try and work things out
for tomorrow, eh?" Demi bounced up and down on the bed with
anticipation. Then he stopped and asked me with a serious tone
to his voice, "Can I bring my friend Ali? He is my close friend.
We play with each other sometimes at night if we can get a
room and watch the films... He was the lift boy today. Did you
notice him?" I knew who he meant but I was not going to let on
so easily. "I'll think about it. Let me know tomorrow when you
are off and maybe we can go and do some sightseeing together."

Demi took to the idea immediately and offered at once to
be my personal guide. After he had dressed and left my room I
sat watching the porn film wondering what the hell had hit me.

Next time, Demi introduces me to Ali.

You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com