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This is a true story:
In 2008 I set off for a new life in Istanbul, a fresh faced 20 year old with my eyes wide open, eager to absorb the sounds and smells of an exotic and exciting new metropolis.
I had been drawn to Istanbul when I visited for a weekend in 2007. The hustle and bustle, the architecture and rich cultural heritage and I have to admit, the ease with which I attracted attention from men appealed to my inner narcissist.
"This is what it must be like to be a woman" I thought to myself, as men smiled at me suggestively when they passed me in the street.
"They just wanted to sell you summat!" A friend said when i told them about my experiences on my return.
They were wrong. I knew there was more to it than that.
"Why is it so easy to attract men there, in that conservative country, but such a struggle here?" I thought to myself a few months after my trip.
Redundancy came my way, unfortunate at 19 I know, so I made the decision to leave Bristol behind and teach English in Istanbul.
I enrolled on a weekend introduction to teaching course held at a hotel in Bristol and a few weeks after my 20th birthday I was at Heathrow airport, finally on the verge of freedom from the shackles of my past.
"I can be whoever i want to be there..." I thought to myself as the plane took off, unsure where I would be living once my 2 week reservation at the hotel paid for with my redundancy money came to an end.... |
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I will always remember that taxi ride along the coastal road from Istanbul's Ataturk airport to the historical centre of the city.
It was between 4 and 5 pm and the call to prayer, audible in the background, competed with the radio issuing a cacophony of contemporary Turkish pop music. We seemed to be driving towards the call to prayer which became louder and more insistent.
By 2008 the ruling justice and development party, whose prime minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan made no attempt to conceal his hopes for the rise of a pious nation of modern Muslim Turks, was established but had yet to expose its dark and damaging side.
So for now at least the happy go lucky singer who would have almost certainly been scantily clad in the song's music video continued to prevail with her carefree cacophony, blissfully unaware of where she and her country would be in 10 years time.
The window was down allowing a warm breeze, premature for late February even in Istanbul, to invade the back seat of the taxi which I solely occupied, revelling in the unaccompanied luxury.
We arrived. I gave the driver 40 Turkish lira and told him to keep the change. He handed me my 2 suitcases containing my world's possessions - mostly all material and drove off when I realised I had left my figure hugging black mac in the back of his cab.
"Durun lütfen!" I yelled, pleased that I was able to put to use when required the little Turkish I had taught myself from a book. The driver stopped as I had requested, reuniting me with my coat.
On turning to retrieve my cases I noticed I had an audience.
A tall, tanned Turkish man with a kind face who I would later discover to be called Mehmet was standing in the doorway of his repair shop scrutinising the scene with a serious but calm air.
I was in an area of town where tourists seldom ventured, Kasimpasa, at the heart of Istanbul's conservative heartland. Where the prime minister himself would play football and sell sesame seed buns as a boy to assist his impoverished family.
The navy blue tank top over his white shirt emphasised his long, lean physique. He seemed unperturbed by my staring at him. In fact I didn't realise I was doing it. Mesmerised as if in slow motion I finally passed him, a suitcase in each hand staring back towards him as I approached the hotel entrance, comforted by his subtle but undeniably present smile. 5 minutes in and I had already made a friend. At least I hoped I had....
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The extent of my life changing decision seemed to slap me across the face the moment I closed the door of the hotel room having declined the receptionist's offer to help me carry my cases to the room.
Paralysed with fear I paced around the room which was basic but larger than I had expected at the bargain price of 20 lira a night.
I spent an hour performing a circuit of pacing, perching on the bed, unpacking before responding to the rumbles of desperation from the depths of my stomach which had been deprived of nourishment since before noon and could be ignored no longer.
I showered and changed adorning myself in the black mac I had so nearly abandoned to defend myself from the chilly night time air.
Night had descended upon Istanbul by the time I left the hotel.
Eager to spend as much time out on the street as possible i took advantage of the warm weather and ordered a chicken sandwich from a street vendor which I ate with introspection for company.
"Why is nobody paying me any attention?" I thought to myself, my gaze fixed firmly at the ground around my feet avoiding the world around me.
Feeling vulnerable, isolated and full of anguish and regret I did what I do best and walked. I ended up in Karakoy but I didn't know that then.
I was just by the harbour as far as I was concerned. Surrounded by commuter ferries. Watching groups of friends as an outsider from a distance, as always, kiss one another on the cheek before parting from one another. Some staying here, in Europe, the others sailing to the Asian shore of Kadikoy just 20 minutes away.
Sitting on a bench thinking I couldn't possibly feel any lonelier a presence appeared around me.
There was no mistaking that face. The prominent nose. The fixed stare. The subtle smile providing warmth and renewed optimism on this cold February night.
"Çok yakismis" he said, smiling at me.
"I don't understand"
"Your jecket. It's very beetiful"
"Tesekkur ederim"
"nerelisin Sen?"
"I'm from England"
The small talk continued with our limited common language until I could contain my shivering no more.
"you're cold..." He said taking my hand in his before placing it between his knees and squeezing tight to warm it up.
"Why are you here?" I asked Mehmet who was 28 and supported Man Utd.
Unable to explain in English and my Turkish not yet advanced enough to understand his Turkish response we started to walk back to Kasimpasa.
"Do you sleep here?" I asked in awe as he pulled out his keys to unlock the door.
"Sometimes" he said.
"Why?"
"When i want to hard fuck!" he said pulling me in through the door he had pushed open... |
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Mehmet pulled out his big, brown , circumcised cock which tasted like nothing i had experienced before.
I looked up at him perching against his worktop from down on my knees licking the pre cum which oozed out of his huge dick.
A thick vein ran right along the shaft of his cock, causing him to quiver whenever i licked it.
He removed his clothes which were accessories in an unexpected deception because underneath his clothes was a powerful brown torso, with his prominent pecs covered in thick black hair which begged to be stroked.
Holding onto the biceps which were much bigger than i expected i hauled myself back onto my feet and peeled off the clothes which clung to my pale, sweaty body.
I noticed a mirror to our right, watching myself bury my ass into his lap. His big brown hands exploring my smooth, pale body, slinky and slim from years of ballet.
He showed no interest in my cock, it might as well have not been there. My ass, however, was another story....
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My cock pulsated at the sight of us in the mirror. My pale, thin body enveloped in this strong, dark, eastern mans arms. His stubble tickled my neck as he kissed my cheeks and ears.
I put my hands over his, planted on my chest, then he removed them, wrapping his hands around both of my wrists, demonstrating his strength and superiority.
I turned to face him and kissed him. His stubble scratching my smooth chin. He kissed me greedily, clumsily. The tip of his big wet cock was sliding up and down the skin of my bum cheeks then he exploded. A thick sticky warm wetness oozed onto my skin with no prior warning.
My wrists still in his hands i lowered my self to his knees level with his throbbing cock which i took into my mouth.
Now he stared to writhe and gasp with delight as i went faster and faster, gradually speeding up to take off like the trains in the nearby sirkeci train station, no longer in use....
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"Yes pls"
Just as I was getting into it the journey came to a sudden halt as his huge circumcised cock pumped out another load of sweet semen which I swallowed with one gulp.
Exhausted and exhilarated by the experience I collapsed onto my side in the foetal position resting my head on my right arm.
Just as I was falling into a peaceful sleep i felt a blanket fall on me and an arm wrap itself around my waist, caressing the flesh upon my arms now covered in goose bumps.
I lost all track of time as I fondled with the thick dark fur on his arms and the large face of his antique watch.
"shhhhhh, it's ok" he said as i tried to free myself from his firm grip, his hand clamped to my right hip.
"no...." I said ambiguously as I both wrestled and wriggled, weak under his grip, giving mixed messages.
"ahhhhhhhh" i yelped. He was inside of me.
"relax, relax" he said, venturing deeper and deeper into the depths of me.
"why you don't have a boyfriend?" He asked as he found his rhythm, clutching me in his arms to protect me from the cold and the darkness outside.
I opened my mouth to answer him but no sound came out. Instead i emitted little whimpers of worry and joy as he girated around inside of me.
"you want me to fuck you ass all night?" He said before licking me from the base of my neck up to my ear before putting his tongue in my mouth.
Rather than feel repulsed by the taste of stale cigarette smoke and coffee in his breath i opened up wider, giving him all i had.
"you look like a girl" he said stroking my hair
"you want to be my sweet girl?" He said with a grin as he thrust more vigorously into my hole.
The pleasure was mixed with discomfort as i stung under the force of his large unlubed dick diving in and out of me.
"cum!" I implored, unable to withstand much more
"i told you. I'm staying with you all night long." He said, stroking my rosy cheek and showering me with kisses.
The train was in full throttle now, climax was approaching
"you make me happy " he whispered inserting his tongue inside my ear before erupting a load moan into it, his warm breath melting away the chill of the night on that cold tiled floor.
He had cum, at last, i could feel it trickle down my leg.
"next time i will fuck you more hard" he said as he got up and turned his back to me reminding himself that he was a virile, macho man bred to fuck, not make love, which is what we had just done.... |
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I left the workshop having dressed in a hurry, exposed to the cold nocturnal air. The hotel was a stones throw away from Mehmet's workshop but wanderlust had left me reluctant to return yet.
The digital sign of a nearby pharmacy told me it was 4 degrees and a little past 1 am.
The streets were deserted, except for the group of intoxicated glue sniffers in the park straight ahead who inspired me to walk in the opposite direction.
I walked along a steep road towards Tarlabasi, Istanbul's former red light district, which has since been purged of the city's transgendered and marginal people.
Taxis and police cars passed me in both directions, drivers passing me an occasional fleeting glance. Then a big shiny black BMW approached me, making its mark on the road and its users.
The closer the car got the slower it seemed to move before coming to a standstill the moment our paths crossed.... |
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"Just been to Istanbul for New Years wish I had found u or mehmet hehe "
The first thing I noticed about Hakan was his hands.
His big brown hands resting on the steering wheel with a pair of black prayer beads suspended from the tips of his long, meaty fingers, fondling the beads to relieve him of the stress of driving on the chaotic roads in this ever expanding metropolis.
His stiff pale blue shirt emphasised his caramel coloured hair and a short beard which framed a well rounded face revealing a set of well chisseled pearls the moment his dark brown, almost black eyes, rested upon me.
"nereye?" He asked me, clearly wondering where I was going, alone, at this late hour.
Frozen by a lack of comprehension I stood there, mouth wide open with no sound coming out.
Then I heard the passenger door click as he beckoned me in to sit beside him.
Obeying him i pulled open the heavy door and sank into the heated leather seat beside him slamming the door shut on the outside world.
"Çok tatlisin" he said with a big grin after a few minutes of small talk, the second man to call me sweet that night.
"nerelisin?"
"England"
"you don't look like English. You look like Italian or from my country"
Hakan spent much of his time travelling between Istanbul and Iran where he ran a successful trade business while his wife in Istanbul and his other wife in Iran brought up his children.
Neither reacting nor judging I listened to this man in his late 30s tell me his life story as he pointed out various historical landmarks as we passed them.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we travelled across a bridge bound for Asia.
"I want to show you my office" he said before squeezing my cheek...
"Çok tatlisin" he said again, this time putting his finger in my mouth which i bit gently, smiling innocently. Emboldened by his clear intentions i rested my hand on his thigh dressed in smart dark grey trousers of the finest material.
Electricity surged through my body the moment his hand connected with mine, completely hiding mine from view as we arrived in Asia.
"come with me to Kars" he said.
"where's that?"
"near my country"
"why"
"i like you and I want to show you my country on the way"
"i thought Iran was your country?"
"Yani...." He said dismissively as though it was unimportant which country he came from.
As it turned out Hakan was the product of 2 once powerful empires.
His Turkish father and Iranian mother had produced a powerful, compassionate and devilishly handsome masterpiece who would be my world for the next 5 days taking me on a journey to the very east of Turkey... |
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Yes pleaseeeeee"
It was twilight zone in Istanbul, not quite Europe, not quite Asia, not quite night time not yet morning.
We entered an Industrial park, the soft silhouette of Istanbul's domed skyline now barely visible in the rear view mirror.
The car came to a stop, Hakan looked over his shoulder to reverse, his hand resting on my head rest, his fingers fondling my dark curls in the absence of his prayer beads which lay curled like a snake in his drinks holder.
"Where are we?" I asked looking at the paranomic view of emptiness surrounding us.
We were at a warehouse, the carpark still empty, yet to be filled by the morning's workers.
"You can sleep and I will prepare the van"
"The van?"
"The stock" he said tentatively, uncertain that this was the correct way to use the word.
I had told him throughout the journey to his warehouse that his English was very good, and it was true. He was a talented linguist. As we got out the car I took him all in. Now unfurled the extent of his physical form was fully visible, staring intently at his crotch I looked forward to finally getting to show him my oral skills...
Definitely more than 6 foot, Hakan walked away from me, towards a small gap in the trees
"Gel" he said
I obediently walked towards him
"you can see the maiden tower" he said, wrapping his right arm around me, his hand resting on my buttock.
Feeling exhausted I struggled to find the enthusiasm to rival his seemingly boundless energy. Slipping closer and closer into a sleeping state Hakan gave me the kiss of life. His beard tickled my soft cheek which had gone a hot shade of crimson.
Leading me by the hand through the entrance of his warehouse he led me into his offer which he clearly used as an apartment too.
I walked right in, eager to explore, hearing Hakans black well shined shoes on the wooden floor coming towards me.
It felt like heaven having him behind me. I linked my little white hands through his big hairy brown ones and squeezed tight as his warm breath creeped down my neck.
"you need to sleep" he said tenderly
" you too" i replied.
"i went to bed early. You sleep and I will wake you when we are ready to leave"
"but i want you to sleep with me" i said, turning around, pulling down on his black tie.
"we will later. I promise you, my angel" he said taking my face between his hands, his beard tickled my nose as he placed a firm kiss on my forehead.
"If anyone knocks the door. Ignore it!" He said firmly, fire appearing in his eyes.
" Here is the bed. I will come soon with breakfast. Sweet dreams" i heard him say as i slipped into the early stages of sleep sucking his thumb as he stroked my hair and the right side of my face until the memories flew away into the light beginning to appear at the room's windows.... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Yes pleaseeeeee
It was twilight zone in Istanbul, not quite Europe, not quite Asia, not quite night time not yet morning.
We entered an Industrial park, the soft silhouette of Istanbul's domed skyline now barely visible in the rear view mirror.
The car came to a stop, Hakan looked over his shoulder to reverse, his hand resting on my head rest, his fingers fondling my dark curls in the absence of his prayer beads which lay curled like a snake in his drinks holder.
"Where are we?" I asked looking at the paranomic view of emptiness surrounding us.
We were at a warehouse, the carpark still empty, yet to be filled by the morning's workers.
"You can sleep and I will prepare the van"
"The van?"
"The stock" he said tentatively, uncertain that this was the correct way to use the word.
I had told him throughout the journey to his warehouse that his English was very good, and it was true. He was a talented linguist. As we got out the car I took him all in. Now unfurled the extent of his physical form was fully visible, staring intently at his crotch I looked forward to finally getting to show him my oral skills...
Definitely more than 6 foot, Hakan walked away from me, towards a small gap in the trees
"Gel" he said
I obediently walked towards him
"you can see the maiden tower" he said, wrapping his right arm around me, his hand resting on my buttock.
Feeling exhausted I struggled to find the enthusiasm to rival his seemingly boundless energy. Slipping closer and closer into a sleeping state Hakan gave me the kiss of life. His beard tickled my soft cheek which had gone a hot shade of crimson.
Leading me by the hand through the entrance of his warehouse he led me into his offer which he clearly used as an apartment too.
I walked right in, eager to explore, hearing Hakans black well shined shoes on the wooden floor coming towards me.
It felt like heaven having him behind me. I linked my little white hands through his big hairy brown ones and squeezed tight as his warm breath creeped down my neck.
"you need to sleep" he said tenderly
" you too" i replied.
"i went to bed early. You sleep and I will wake you when we are ready to leave"
"but i want you to sleep with me" i said, turning around, pulling down on his black tie.
"we will later. I promise you, my angel" he said taking my face between his hands, his beard tickled my nose as he placed a firm kiss on my forehead.
"If anyone knocks the door. Ignore it!" He said firmly, fire appearing in his eyes.
" Here is the bed. I will come soon with breakfast. Sweet dreams" i heard him say as i slipped into the early stages of sleep sucking his thumb as he stroked my hair and the right side of my face until the memories flew away into the light beginning to appear at the room's windows...."
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I awoke to the sound of the clattering of China upon metal in a room flooded with sunlight.
Hakan looked older and more tired under the scrutiny of the light.
"come to bed" i said, squeezing his muscular shoulder. He swept my hand away as i brushed my hand up against the thigh closest to me.
"Not now. Not here. Later my sweet boy" He said with a serene smile, leaning in for a kiss before moving away before i could feast upon this forbidden fruit.
Tease! I thought to myself whilst tucking into the tray of bread, cheese and olives he had laid down for me to wash down with glasses of amber coloured tea... |
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We were several hours into our 12 hour journey to the very east of Turkey, near the border of Armenia with whom relations were strained.
The bright sunlight of the day began to lose its strength, preparing to surrender to the power of the night, whose coming we all knew was inevitable.
Sadly I began to question whether Hakan's cumming would materialise, which i fantasised about throughout the journey, still unsure what he looked like under his crisp white suit.
Paranoia raged through me. Was Hakan a drug smuggler who had come across a mule in the form of a docile lamb from England? Was i to be caught carrying copious amounts of cocaine across the border to neighbouring Armenia and Georgia to then languish in a Turkish prison. "Think of the sex!" I thought to myself, cheered up by the idea.
Preoccupied by increasing state of paranoia I didn't notice Hakan stop the vehicle in a hard shoulder.
"I need to make a call" he said before leaving me in the van surrounded by goods of some kind.
Hakan returned to the van looking relieved by the phone call. I smiled at him cautiously, lowering my head as his gaze intensified.
"you are very cute" he said whilst stroking my chin, forcing me to look at him. Taking my hand in his he placed it on his crotch, ending my curiosity and speculation about what it might be like. I felt him swell as i squeezed it through his trousers before feeling his lips press against mine for our first proper kiss, finally.
His tongue curled itself around mine as he cupped my head and hair in his hands.
"not now...." He said, pushing my hands off his belt buckle.
"but I'm so horny" i said kissing him with renewed passion.
"It will be worth the wait. I have something there you can wear for me" he said, forcing his key into the ignition and easing off the clutch until the van reached climax.... |
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We were several hours into our 12 hour journey to the very east of Turkey, near the border of Armenia with whom relations were strained.
The bright sunlight of the day began to lose its strength, preparing to surrender to the power of the night, whose coming we all knew was inevitable.
Sadly I began to question whether Hakan's cumming would materialise, which i fantasised about throughout the journey, still unsure what he looked like under his crisp white suit.
Paranoia raged through me. Was Hakan a drug smuggler who had come across a mule in the form of a docile lamb from England? Was i to be caught carrying copious amounts of cocaine across the border to neighbouring Armenia and Georgia to then languish in a Turkish prison. "Think of the sex!" I thought to myself, cheered up by the idea.
Preoccupied by increasing state of paranoia I didn't notice Hakan stop the vehicle in a hard shoulder.
"I need to make a call" he said before leaving me in the van surrounded by goods of some kind.
Hakan returned to the van looking relieved by the phone call. I smiled at him cautiously, lowering my head as his gaze intensified.
"you are very cute" he said whilst stroking my chin, forcing me to look at him. Taking my hand in his he placed it on his crotch, ending my curiosity and speculation about what it might be like. I felt him swell as i squeezed it through his trousers before feeling his lips press against mine for our first proper kiss, finally.
His tongue curled itself around mine as he cupped my head and hair in his hands.
"not now...." He said, pushing my hands off his belt buckle.
"but I'm so horny" i said kissing him with renewed passion.
"It will be worth the wait. I have something there you can wear for me" he said, forcing his key into the ignition and easing off the clutch until the van reached climax...."
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"Have you ever visited a hamam?" Hakan asked me
"Never"
"Our house in Kars has a hamam"
"Our house?" I replied, wondering whether I had become lady of the manor we had yet to arrive at.
"It is my father's home"
"Is he there now?"
"He is in Istanbul. The house is empty. You will love it"
I was beginning to feel weary from hours of travel, travel that had been seriously slowed down by snow.
Istanbul had felt spring like but Eastern Turkey was still in the depths of winter, a completely different world from the West of Turkey. Yet another stark contrast, i thought to myself.
"Let's eat!" Hakan said assertively at the sight of a LED restaurant sign in the distance.
I burned. Not from the welcoming warmth of the 17th century style restaurant. The restaurant was devoid of women, the hungry eyes of men most probably leading sheltered lives feasted upon the arrival of me, a young, effeminate foreigner into their world.... |
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Hakan's family home was a mansion set within its own grounds. The fact it had its own hamam should reveal their socio economic situation.
I don't know what was more of a relief, the steam warming my bones sore and cold from 15 hours of driving across Turkey or to finally be naked with Hakan, side by side with our legs splayed, expressing deep sighs of relief at arriving.
I would later learn that Hakan had ignored the vital cultural necessity of wearing a loin cloth when visiting a hamam, but we had this one to ourselves so it didn't matter.
"Stand up"
Keen to give me the full experience Hakan lovingly rubbed rose scented soap into a lather upon my supple skin, paying a disproportionate amount of attention to my bum cheeks and chest. I could feel him twitching behind me, my hand pushed away whenever I went to grab it.
"Be patient" Hakan whispered, his breath providing extra warmth upon my neck in this steamy oasis....
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