European Summer

Turkey

Emma and I made some plans on the short early morning flight from Athens to Istanbul. It obviously wasn’t going to be a beachside three days, so we made plans to see the sights. The plan was to spend the first two days in Sultanahmet, the historic centre of old Istanbul, then the third day we’d cross over the Galata bridge and check out the newer side of Istanbul, the Taksim area. For the final evening we planned a dinner cruise along the Bosphorus River, which separates the European and Asian sides of Istanbul.

We settled into our hotel, which was perfectly located in Sultanahmet, and thankfully it had a beautiful outdoor pool. It was pretty hot in in Istanbul. We checked off three major sites on the first day. Topkapi Palace, the Blue Mosque and the Hagia Sophia. The sites were all within walking distance and easily found with the aid of Google Maps.

The East meets West feeling of Istanbul is truly breathtaking. Neither Emma nor I thought that Istanbul would be so beautiful. However, there seemed to be an eerily quiet and relaxed vibe which I also didn’t expect, and a real lack of tourists. After a visit to Topkapi Palace, we sat at a restaurant for lunch and asked the waiter if Istanbul was always this quiet and relaxed.

“Oh no, it’s usually busy and the streets are filled with local traders and tourists. The bombing at the airport two weeks ago has changed everything and most of the tourists cancelled their plans”. Emma and I were dumbfounded. Obviously during our travels we have not been checking the news and didn’t know a thing about the airport bombing. Our waiter assured us that any civil unrest had died down and that we are totally safe, especially in the Sultanahmet area. He did mention that if we were to go to the Taksim area, we should be a bit more careful, but ultimately we would be safe.

After lunch, we made our way over to the Blue Mosque and then the Hagia Sophia. The Blue Mosque is absolutely breathtaking. I’m not a particularly religious person, my parents raised me and my brother as Catholics, but even they weren’t particularly devout. Religion was always in the background for our family, playing a very minor role. Visiting the Blue Mosque however felt like a deeply spiritual moment. I don’t have any connection with the Muslim faith, but a sense of peace and tranquillity overtook me as soon as we entered the grounds. Inside the mosque was equally moving. The ornate blue tiled walls and ceiling are beautiful, and offset by the deep red, almost burgundy carpet. We spent a couple of hours in almost silence as we took it all in.

Visiting the Hagia Sophia was a real surprise. What looks like a much older mosque like building was now a museum. From the information we received, it started out as an Eastern Orthodox Church, then converted to a Muslim mosque before recently being turned into a museum. The fading frescos on the walls and worn out marble stone floors shows definite signs of turbulent history, now being preserved as a museum.

Our second day in Istanbul is equally filled with sights for the eyes. Our first stop is the Basilica Cistern. An underground water storage area that used to provide water for Istanbul. The dark and humid underground lair, once again peaceful and tranquil. I was actually enjoying the fact that there weren’t too many tourists around. The remainder of the day was spent at the Grand Bazaar. One of the world’s largest and oldest covered markets. We spent hours ‘window shopping’ through this amazing place. I even ended up buying a few Turkish souvenirs to remind me of this place.

After yet another busy day of seeing the sights, Emma and I came across the Cemberlitas Hamami as we were leaving the Grand Bazaar. After confirming they offer hammam treatments for women as well as men, Emma and I decided it would be a perfect way to end our day of sightseeing.

After paying our admission for a hammam session plus a massage, Emma and I were quickly separated. Emma being whisked off to what appeared to be the more secluded side of the building. I was given a key to a private changing room and a long cotton red and white check towel to wrap around myself. I was told, once I was undressed and wrapped in the towel, to make my way over to the hammam by following the signs.

I quickly stripped off my clothes in my private change room and neatly folded my clothes and set them aside, together with my phone and wallet. I wrapped myself on the provided red and white checked towel. It was fairly long, I must have wrapped it three times around my waist. I placed a spiralled plastic lanyard around my wrist, which had my key and a massage token attached to it. Once set, I locked my room and followed the signs to the hammam.

Approaching the door with a clear sign above it showing I was heading in the right direction, I entered a small room. The change in temperature was instantly noticeable. I was so warm, almost as if I had entered a sauna. Three men, wrapped in the same towel as me were sitting along one of the walls on little plastic stools. The man closest to the entrance stood up and came over and shook my hand with a welcoming smile. The man was huge. I’d say six foot five at least, easily in his fifties, and pure solid Turkish man. He certainly wasn’t gym fit, nor was he obese. He was just large and solid with a decent layer of padding all over. Thick dark unruly hair with hints of silver covered his chest, stomach, arms and legs. His weathered face was hidden behind a thick and unkept looking moustache and beard.

Without talking, he ushered me to a door on the opposite side of the small waiting room, and guided me through. I was instantly hit in the face with the heat in the room, and it took a good 20 seconds for my eyes to adjust. The room was filled with steam. I could instantly feel my body sweat from every single pore. Guiding me down the marble steps, I finally had a chance to take in the room. It was a large open space room, every surface made of marble, with an intricate domed ceiling. In the middle of the room was a large marble platform, which I saw a few men lying down on. Around the edges of the room were about a dozen small inlaid coves with water running out of gold pipes.

The large burly man guided me to the centre of the room towards the large marble platform, and manoeuvred me to lie down on my back. An instant fire radiated through my body. Obviously the heat and the steam radiated from this platform. I’ve never laid myself down on a hotter surface. After I minute, my body adjusted to the extreme temperature. I closed my eyes and immediately feel my body relax in the heat. My burly attendant came back a few minutes later with a few supplies. Before I knew what hit me, the attended quickly poured a plastic basin full of cold water all over me. I was in complete shock. Firstly from the cold water, secondly from being absolutely drenched from head to toe and finally from the sensation of the steam as the cold water reacted with the hot marble platform.

After a few seconds, the water actually felt nice on my body as it heated up in the room temperature. It was just the initial shock which freaked me out a little. The attendant put an exfoliating mitt on his right hand and poured some kind of body wash into it. The following 10 minutes was the most vigorous body scrub I’ve ever had. The man worked furiously, washing and scrubbing my body. It felt like layers of my skin were being peeled away. I hope I still have a visible tan after this treatment. Once the attendant finished with washing my front, he grabbed my arm and leg, closest to the edge of the platform and effortlessly flipped me over onto my front. By body slammed down hard on the marble surface, followed by the hot burning sensation now on my chest, stomach and quads. Another dousing of cold water followed before my back and legs were scrubbed down with the same amount of force as my front.

Once the scrubbing ceased, the attendant sat me up on the marble platform then doused me with three buckets full of the cold water to wash away all the suds. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been cleaner in all my life. The man then took my hand and guided me over to one of the available alcoves, sat me down on the marble step and guided with his hands for me to drink some water from the running tap.

After roasting in the steam and getting my fill of water, the attendant once again took my hand and guided me out of the hammam to another small waiting room. He left me there without saying a word. As I sat and waited, I realised my entire body, although drenched through with water was completely relaxed. Moments later another man entered the waiting room, wearing the same type of towel wrapped around me and said “Hello. Come for massage”. As I stood I noticed my own soaked towel clung to my body. It felt like I was wearing a tight, wet, wrap around mini skirt.

I followed the masseuse through the waiting room and took the opportunity to take him in. A shorter man than me, about five foot nine, probably about 40 years old and nicely built. He looked like he worked out, but certainly wasn’t bulging in muscles.  He was actually a really handsome man. Nice dark features and hair, slightly greying near his temples, with a smooth chest and stomach. Small amounts of hair surrounded his darker brown nipples and a significant trail of hair from his belly button which led down into the wrapped towel around his waist.

I was guided into the massage room. A decent sized room, fairly dark with five massage tables inside. I noticed two other men were having massages before my masseuse guided me to a free massage table, closest to the back wall. I was directed to lie down on my front while the masseuse gathered some massage oil and prepared. Even though this hammam seemed to be popular with tourists, it was clear the staff spoke limited English, as there was very little said as soon as I entered.

The masseuse quickly got to work and drizzled warm oil all over my back. Once he got going, he asked “Good, Harder, Softer?” “Harder” I responded, and felt his hands really start to work me over.  I’ve always liked a strong, deep tissue style of massage. Once he was done with my back and shoulders, he moved down to my feet, claves then hamstrings. More oil poured on me and a deep hard massage followed. As he was focusing on my hamstrings, I felt him lightly push up the towel, exposing the lower half of my butt cheeks. I didn’t pay too much attention to it. It felt a part of the massage and he focused on my glutes. He poured more oil on my glutes and really dug in his fingers and palms as he massaged my ass. “Good, Harder, Softer?” he asked again. I responded with a “Good!”

This man is a great masseuse, it’s like he can judge exactly how hard I like it. After spending a decent amount of time on my glutes, he focused once again on my hamstrings and then inner thighs. But now, every time his hands firmly slid up from the back of my knees, up my inner thighs towards my butt, his hands would lightly tap my balls which were wedged underneath me. Every time he tapped my balls, I could feel a tingle of pleasure radiate through my body. I focused on taking deep breaths and tried to rid my mind of sexual thoughts. It was easy to stay relaxed until his hands moved higher up my inner thighs and I could feel his thumbs enter my ass crack, get close to my hole and then pull out. After a few of these motions, it felt like he was trying to loosen up my oiled up hole.

Without much warning, the masseuse directed me to flip over. I was so relaxed but noticed my cock has started to chub up a little. No big deal I thought, this must happen during massages all the time. Once I was settled on my back, I noticed the two men who were in here before me were now gone and replaced by another tourist getting a massage on the furthest table from me, closest to the entrance.

The process started again and the masseuse drizzled oil on my chest and stomach and got back to work. He judged the pressure perfectly. After he massaged my front and arms, he moved down to my feet and shins. I flinched and let out a yelp when he got to my quads. The masseuse looked shocked and took a step back. He had a puzzled look on his face. Once I composed myself, I ran my hands up and down my thighs and said “Softer”. He smiled and said “OK”. As much as I love a hard deep massage, my quads have always been sensitive, and I just can’t take the same amount of pressure there. He eased up a little bit and it felt much better.

After a while, the masseuse was standing to my right and took hold of my right leg, bending it at the knee so my foot was plastered down on the table, my knee pointing directly up to the ceiling. He started to massage my inner thigh again as his hand once again moving lower and started to tap my balls with each stroke. My dick started to chub up again, but the masseuse looked unfazed. I was glad his body shielded the view from the other customer and his masseuse. With each stroke his hand moved lower and lower until I was also getting a taint massage. “Good?” the masseuse asked. “Good” I replied.

As he kept massaging my inner thigh, tapping my nuts then massaging my taint, I could feel a finger getting closer and closer to my oily puckered hole. After the hammam experience and this great massage, my body was totally relaxed and the finger toying around my hole felt awesome. At once, the masseuse paused, his finger pressed firmly against my puckered hole. Simultaneously, he placed his left hand over my mouth, whispered “Harder!” then drove his finger inside my oiled up asshole. My moan stifled by his firm hand over my mouth.

His finger remained lodged in my hole until I caught my breath. He removed the hand from my mouth and looked down at me and pursed his lips together and let out a very quiet “Shhh”. The finger started to move in and out of my slick hole and it felt amazing. It took so much energy to stifle a moan. Before I got too familiar with the finger fucking in and out of my hole, he slid in a second oil lubed finger into my craving ass. He hooked both of his fingers up and gave my prostate a firm jab. I couldn’t help but whimper. I tried to keep as silent as possible. What followed was an amazing prostate massage for the next ten minutes. He was driving me crazy. Surely this wasn’t part of the massage deal.

Once he was done with massaging my prostate, he gently removed his two fingers from my wanting hole. The feeling of his fingers gliding out of my sensitive ass sent shivers up my spine. He let me lay there for a couple of minutes to calm down before pronouncing “OK, massage finished”. He took my hand and sat me up on the edge of the massage table. I looked around and there was still only the one other man getting a massage. The masseuse went over to some shelving on one side of the wall and I saw him gather a towel – an actual proper towel, not a cotton loin cloth, a bar of soap and a loofah.

“Come” the masseuse said as he made his way to the door. I slid off the table and followed him. My entire body shining with oil, I followed him out to the waiting area where I had been earlier and watched him cross over to another door into an adjoining room. I walked in and found myself in a large bathroom filled with large shower cubicles. Each shower separated by floor to ceiling partition walls and a door.

The masseuse led me into a vacant shower room, hung the towel on a hook fixed to the back of the door and set out the bar of soap and loofah on a tiled step at the back of the shower room. He turned on the shower and as we waited for the water to warm up, he reached over and removed the cotton towel from around my waist. I stood there totally naked in front of him. He looked quite business like as if this was all part of the package I’d signed up for.

He moved me towards the shower head until I was under the spraying water. The warm water showering me felt great. Masseuse picked up the bar of soap and moved me out from the running water and lathered me up from head to toe, front and back. Then picking up the loofah, he washed my entire body, copious amount of oil being washed away from my body. I could still feel a slight slickness on my skin. I think it would take more than one shower to completely remove the oil from my skin. As he finished up washing my body I noticed the loofah missed my ass crack and hole. I could still feel the oil between my cheeks, hole and taint.

Moving me back under the shower head, I let the water wash away all the soapy suds. As I rinsed off, Masseuse removed his own cotton towel and stood before me. I admired his nice body once again, but now paying attention to what I could not see before. Pointing straight at me, was a nice six and a half, thick, hard cut cock surrounded by a bush of dense black pubes. His cock looked perfect on his body. The shaft had quite some girth too it and the cock head was narrow at the tip but flared out as wide as the shaft, if not a little wider.

He stepped up to me and spun me around to face the back of the shower stall. He raised my right foot up onto the tiled step where he earlier placed the soap and loofah the leaned my upper body forward so I could reach the back wall with my outstretched hands to keep my balance.

I felt the tip of his cock run up and down the length of my butt crack a couple of times before resting the tip against my hole. His hands running up and down my back, I could feel the pressure increasing as he nudged forward. My hole still felt quite relaxed after the fingering and prostate massage. He pushed a little harder until I felt the head of his cock break through my oiled up ring. He didn’t wait long before he slid his entire shaft inside my ass. I let out a deep and long moan feeling him glide right into me. “Shhh” he whispered from the base of my neck towards my ear. I know now this was not part of the standard massage package as I need to be quiet.

Leaned up against the wall, with my right leg raised on the tiled step, he grabbed me around my waist with one arm while holding onto my shoulder with the other. He slowly started to pull out of me until I could only feel the head of his cock inside me before pushing back in. He continued with slow long stokes, fucking me as deep as he could. His cock felt wonderful inside me and before long, I wanted him to pound me hard. He kept up with his long dicking and refused to build up speed and power. I start to push my ass back against him to meet his forward thrusts. I was so horny and I wanted it hard.

As I built up my own backward thrusts into him, the sounds of our bodies colliding together became louder. He removed his hand from my shoulder and took hold of my butt to slow me down. Another “shhhh” escaped from his lips.

The mixture of pleasure from his fuck and my frustration in wanting to be banged was driving me wild. I took a deep long breath to calm myself, knowing this was going to be a gentle slow fuck. He kept up his slow rhythm and deep long fucks into my hungry hole. After another deep breath, I focused on the sensations of his cock gliding in and out of me.  His cock filled out my ass perfectly and I relaxed and began to really enjoy the slow deep fuck.

After about 15 minutes, I heard his own breathing start to increase, even though his fucking remained at a constant speed. I felt his grip around my waist tighten and his body stiffen as he plunged deep inside my ass. I felt his cock throb and expand inside my ass as he let out six quiet little grunts into my ear. He was painting my insides with his warm cum. I could instantly feel my ass become juicier as his load mixed in with my oiled up hole.

After he shot his load, he remained behind me, taking deep breaths to bring his heart rate down, his cock still lodged inside me. Without removing his cock, he reached down with his right hand and took hold of my own hard, oiled up seven inch cock. He started to jerk my jock, pulling my foreskin back and forth over my sensitive knob. He quickly built up speed and was jerking me like a mad man. It felt amazing to be jerked at such a rapid speed with his cock still buried deep inside me.

My own breathing started to quicken as I could feel the cum churning in my balls. The sound of my balls slapping against my inner thighs slightly drowned out by the running water. He kept up a rapid pace stroking my cock but tightened his grip on me. I quickly felt my own orgasm rise and before I knew it, I shot five thick wads of cum onto the shower floor.

I felt my body collapse a little as I tried to catch my breath while the masseuse slowly pulled his spent cock out of my ass. He quickly reached for the soap and loofah and cleaned my cock, taint and hole before wrapping his cotton towel around him and leaving the shower cubicle.

I eventually made my way back to my private dressing room after I dried off and changed back into my clothes. Once fully dressed I walked out towards the main entrance and found Emma sitting in a nearby waiting area. “Where the hell have you been, I’ve been waiting here for about half an hour”. I gave her a quick smile and motioned for her to get up and leave. Once out of the building and onto the streets of Istanbul, I turned to her and simply said “The masseuse fucked me in the shower”.

After making our way back to the hotel, we ended up having a quiet night. Dinner and a few cocktails at a local restaurant before we called it a night.

We spent the morning of our final day in Istanbul lounging and relaxing by the pool. In the afternoon we took a walk out of the old city and crossed over the Galata Bridge and up the hill to Galata Tower. It was getting quite hot in the afternoon sun, so decided to get a taxi to Taksim square to check out the modern shopping precinct. Once again, it was fairly quiet, not many tourists about at all. There were actually more heavily armed police in the square than shoppers. After a couple of hours of window shopping and strolling through the area, we made our way back to the Galata Bridge area where our dinner cruise on the Bosphorus was to depart.

The dinner and the views from the river as the sun was beginning to set were amazing. It was about an hour slow cruise up the river before the boat turned around to make its way back. We took the opportunity to discuss the remainder of our trip together.

“So, we have another two and half weeks together before you fly back home, what else would you like to do, and where else do you want to visit?” I asked Emma.

“Well after our time here, I wouldn’t mind slowing down a little. It feels like every three days we’re jetting off somewhere new” she replied.

“It feels like that because that’s exactly what we’re doing. To be honest I could slow down too. As long as we’re near a beach and can slam down cocktails, I’d be happy.” Feeling thankful we were on the same page.

“Why don’t we stay on the coast in Croatia for a bit? We’re both comfortable there. And if we are to go somewhere else during the next two weeks, I’d like to go to Prague. I’ve heard great things about it” she said.

“I’ve heard great things too, but it wasn’t really in my plans, but I guess if we spend more time on the coast somewhere, I’d be up for a city style visit to Prague”.

After a little planning we decided when flying back into Zagreb tomorrow, we’d head out the northern coast of Croatia for three days then head to Prague for a long weekend. Then we’d return to Croatia and maybe find a house on the coast for a week and half. We can have family and friends visit us there if they’re free. That would take us up to the time Emma has to leave before I meet up with my friend David in London.

Emma checked out return flights from Zagreb to Prague from the upcoming Friday to Monday as well as accommodation there. I searched for three night’s accommodation somewhere on the northern coast of Croatia, and then a final ten night accommodation somewhere further down the coast once we return from Prague.

By the time we finished our dinner cruise, had a couple of cocktails and smoked a shisha at a local bar, we had made the bookings for the upcoming seventeen days. Even though it’s fun to have an unplanned trip, it felt good to have some solid plans and take the time to relax and enjoy. So, we’ll continue on with our short stays in Croatia then Prague, then settle down for ten days before Emma heads back home.

I had found resort accommodation in a town called Novi Vinodolski, only a couple hours’ drive from Zagreb. Emma sorted return flights and an apartment in Prague. I was also lucky enough to find a house in a town named Biograd for our ten day stay in Croatia. We seemed all set.

Once we flew into Zagreb the following late morning, we hired a car and made our way to a great little resort in Novi Vinodolski. We had a two bedroom room, and it was perfect. A smaller resort on the northern edge of the town. It had all the amenities of a large style resort with a few restaurants and bars, beautiful pool area and direct access to a private beach. What more could we want.

While relaxing out on the beach, my dream man Jakub came to mind. I fished out his business card from my wallet and looked up his restaurant in Prague. I tried to make an online dinner reservation for the upcoming weekend, but unfortunately they were completely booked out.

I decided to bite the bullet and message Jakub anyway.

Me: “Hi Jakub, Tomi here. We met in Dubrovnik 2 weeks ago. You said to reach out if my plans changed and I end up in Prague. My friend Emma and I will be there from Friday to Monday. Happy to catch up if you’re free!”

After about an hour I receive a response.

Jakub: “Hey there Tomi. Great to hear from you. Definitely keen to catch up while you’re here. Have you sorted accommodation? Friday night dinner at my restaurant. See you then.”

Me: “Accommodation sorted for four nights. Tried to make a reservation at the restaurant, but no luck.”

Jakub: “7pm Friday night at the restaurant. See you and Emma there.”

Me: “Great. Looking forward to it.”

I let Emma now that dinner plans in Prague were sorted for Friday night and we could decide anything else while we’re there.

“Do you realise, you’ve been in Europe for less than three weeks and you’ve had sex with five guys already. You’re such a whore” Emma said to me as we were lounging on by the beach.

“Who are you calling a whore? I’m not doing it for cash” I laughed.

“No, but you’re never this carefree back home. I love this side of you” she said.

“Well, we are on holidays, and we both said we’d let our hair down a little and have fun. You’ve been here two weeks and have had two guys…..that I know of” I replied. “Feel free to scope out the resort or head into town if you want to rack up your numbers, but I think I’m going to keep a low profile for these three days before we hit Prague” I continued.

I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating my holiday so far, including the sex. I must admit, all of the sex I’ve had on this holiday has been great. I hoped it would stay that way.

My thought’s turned to the upcoming catch up with Jakub in Prague. The image of his perfect beefy and hairy body flashed through my mind. Picturing how great he looked in his black speedo. Nice firm buns and very full package in the front. The glimpse of his swinging cock when we went skinny dipping also came to mind. Jesus, he’s perfect from head to toe.

Apart from looking my ultimate porn fantasy, I remember how nice he was, and how easy it was to talk to him. I hope he was able to clear his head during his two week stay in Dubrovnik. I know his break up with his partner and stress of trying to find a location to open another restaurant weighed heavily on his mind.

In any event, I’m pretty excited that I’ll get to see him again.

To be continued…