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ARAB AMATEUR MEN & STORIES
TURKEY
The Grand Bazaar in Istanbul is fabulous, not only for the shopping,
but for men too. Every stall has at least one or two men eager to
invite you in to their little room at the back of the stall to drink
tea and haggle over prices. The haggling can be a long process and so
it is easy to engage men in conversations which can lead on to other
subjects. I spent many happy hours trying on leather jackets and
sitting on carpets, whilst cruising market traders here.
The best stalls to go to were ones where there were two guys working
in a team. It wasn't difficult to find a stall where both guys
were
fit and sexy and up for it. In fact, every other stall I passed
fitted the criteria! One occasion I particularly remember was a
carpet stall where I was called in by an incredibly handsome Turkish
stud, probably in his mid-30s. He had a well-proportioned stocky
build, thick short wavy hair, dark moustache with 5'o'clock
shadow
and the hottest brown eyes. He wore black trousers with an open neck
shirt, revealing a mass of thick curly hair from his neck
downwards. I fell in love with this guy straight away! His
assistant was a young guy of about 19 or 20, slim and willowy with
short brown hair and a thin moustache but, again, beautiful eyes, and
very, very cute in his jeans and tee.
The older guy spoke quite good English and asked what I was looking
for (now there's a question!!). I told him I didn't really
know, but
made vague enquiries about his carpets, all the time making plenty of
eye contact and making sure to cast frequent glances at his crotch
and then look back up at him. Every now and then I would turn around
to look at his young assistant and smile at him or raise my
eyebrows. This was teamwork and I would need him in on it if I were
to get anywhere. A few more lingering glances at the older guys
crotch were all I needed for him to change his tack. He asked if I
wanted anything for my wife! I told him I didn't have one, and
gave
the same answer when he asked if I had a girlfriend. I turned around
once more and smiled at the younger guy, who smiled back. The older
guy then said, quite simply, "You like me or him….?" I
responded
sheepishly, as if embarrassed, and said "both". "OK"
he said, and
then shouted something in Turkish to his young assistant - I guess
along the lines of "keep watch", and then said
"come" and took me to
the small room at the back of the stall, full of roll upon roll of
carpets.
Without a word, he just unzipped and took out his (still soft) cock.
He stood there without flinching while I got to my knees and put my
mouth around it, slowly bringing it to life, his cock hardening as I
sucked. At the point when he decided he was fully erect, he pulled
out of my mouth and asked, quite seriously "You like to be like
woman?" I knew what he meant by this and just nodded. He nodded in
the direction of a corner where some carpets were laid out. As we
reached the spot, he undid my jeans and got me to lie down on the
carpets, then spat on his cock and ....Enter | Continue
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