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I'd do him almost for free was by thought. He looked like one rough hunk. I looked at his basket. Yes, I'd almost do him for free. "500 euros," I said.
"300, if you have the room."
"I have the room--and the rubbers." Might as well establish I wouldn't bareback for a Turkish sailor, I thought. "It's near here. 400 euros."
"350 and I do you better than you ever been done before."
"OK, 350," I said. I was still thinking I was in the mood of going under him just for the pleasure of it.
"Güzel. Daha önce hiç bir Amerikalıyla yatmıştım. Amerika'nın Türkiye'de her zaman siki vardır."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I don't think you want to know."
"Yes, I do."
"I said it was nice that I could fuck an American--that America always has its dick in Turkey."
I laughed. "My name is Ben. For 350 euros you can put your dick in me."
"Just once?"
"As many times as you want."
"I'm Jamal," he answered, with a grin. "I give great fuck. You'll see."
I saw.
It was close to the best I had, since I was in the mood for rough. He was hung and all muscle, and he was mean. He clearly had been at sea without it for a long time. He slapped me around, coming close to beating me down. He did strap me with his belt when he'd beaten me into submission in my Hotel Rex room, and then he fucked me rough and hard. I'd had Turks before. He was definitely a Turk with me--a conqueror, taking no prisoners. Three loads before supper. The last time I was just stretched out on my back, arms and legs spread, eyes glazed over and mouth blowing bubbles, and he was on top of me, enjoying himself, all by himself, doing pushups on my tired and broken body.
He left me whimpering and doing an inventory for damage--but purring. There was no one for a good rough fuck better than a Turk. And one who had been at sea for months without getting his rocks off...
He must have been pleased. He left me 400 euros. That was more than enough to cover my flight to Florence. I went business class to assuage my aches and bruises from what I'd done to earn it.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoA very hot story of what men will do in a desperate predicament. I have been in Ben’s situation a time or two, and engaged in sex with other men for money. I was in an Asian country, and needed money to get back to the states when I learned there were local men who would pay to have sex with young, white males. I eagerly sucked cocks and gave up my ass until I had enough funds for an airline ticket with a little to spare,
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoWow… it seems that you write all the stories in advance. This is not your 1st story in art students in Europe.
DevonCowboyalmost 2 years agoIt would be nice to follow Ben's travels to Florence. I love Florence/Firenze, but like much of Italy, more beautiful outside the tourist season. We had a private tour of the Uffizi which I would highly recommend if you're interested in viewing the progression of the most influencial art works in Renaissance Italy by world's most famous artists.
One artist that isn't known well enough is Artemisia Gentileschi who was raped at 15yo by the papal Court painter, Agostino Tassi. He was taken to court by her father, but it was she who had the thumb screws applied to prove who was telling the truth. He was found guilty and banned from Rome for 24 hrs! She got her own back painting the biblical scene of Judith Slaying Holofernes, with herself as Judith and Agostino as Holofernes. He was so furious he tried to steal the painting, destroy it, burn it. Fortunately he failed, she became first woman to join the Accademia Di Arte del Disegno, and eventually went to London as the court painter of Charles I.
