Dritan, The teenage virgin, loses his cherry at the castle

Dritan Faja was a virgin when he went to the castle that autumn afternoon. He had never even been kissed properly. Now that he was 18, he wanted to have sex with a man and the castle seemed a good place to find one or more of them.

Rozafa Castle was one of the main attractions of the beautiful, ancient city of Shkodra, Albania. It had withstood the Romans, Ottomans, Venetians, Serbs and Communists. From the castle you had a great view of the beautiful, ancient city’s striking architecture with its exotic blend of ornate rococo churches and the minarets of the stately mosques. Every day, you heard the stirring Moslem call to prayer from the mosques blend with the melodic church bells.  Beyond Shkodra were the waterways of Lake Shkodra and beyond them the majestic mountains. Rozafa was both remarkably sturdy and remarkably battered and so steeped in history that, if you listened carefully, you could almost hear the battle cries of the many soldiers who fought and died there.

Dritan was one of the city’s main attractions as well. He was 5’11, with sandy hair, smoky green eyes and a lean, lightly muscled frame.  His gorgeous ass was high, round and eye-catching. It bounced when he walked, each perfect butt cheek seemed to spring with a spirit of its own. It was the kind of ass that made you want to do something, whistle, hoot and then kiss it, munch it or fuck it. Dritan’s basket was firm and ample as well, his meaty cock had an extra upspring curve to it when it got hard. His hair was sandy and he had smoky green eyes and full sensual lips.  

When he was a boy, his tutor, Behar, brought him to the castle as part of his education. When they walked away from the more touristy parts of the castle they found themselves at crumbling battlements with pockmarked walls and hidden alcoves. Dritan noticed men tucked away in dark corners and behind hidden crannies. Sometimes they made little kissing sounds. Who are they kissing, he wondered?  They are alone. One day a man made the kissing sound and said something gruff that Dritan didn’t understand. Behar turned, shouted at the man and raised his fist. The man walked off cursing.

“What happened? Did I do something?” Dritan asked.

“He is an animal. Just forget about it. He said something rude.” Behar said.

“What did he say?”

 “Well, um, he said you have a beautiful ass.”

“Oh boy!” Dritan blurted, surprising Behar and himself. 

Now that he was 18 Dritan decided to skip school and go to the castle instead. What mysteries and men lurked in those battlements? He headed off as if to school, then stopped in a café to change his clothes, stuffing his school clothes in his bag and slipping into a tee shirt, shorts and sandals.

It was a warm, gray autumn day with light drizzle and there were not many tourists at the main hall or the museum. Dritan walked further to the forgotten battlements, hoping to find handsome strangers there or just plain men. Nobody. Maybe he made a mistake. It was the middle of a week day and maybe everybody was at work or school, like he should have been.

He heard a low whistle and saw glittering eyes in a dark corner. Heart thumping, he moved toward the whistle and the eyes. Rough hands grabbed at his crotch and ass. A hot mouth exhaled the smell of sour cheap wine as it clamped over his lips. He put his hands out, the man’s body was slender and firm; he had no idea how old he was. Within seconds Dritan’s pants were around his ankles. The man slid off Dritan’s backpack, turned him around, bent him over and buried his face in Dritan’s golden ass.  He had a big, pointy nose. His strong tongue expertly dug into Dritan’s sweet, tight hole and worked its way around its steamy center. Dritan gasped as the muscular tongue worked its way round and round and deeper and deeper as if it were trying to reach his soul. Impaled on the magic tongue, his eyelids fluttered and his hard boy cock drooled a steady stream of sweet boy juice that drizzled over his pulled down pants and sneakers. The rough hands pulled the boy’s round creamy haunches onto the magic tongue that seemed to have a life of its own. Dritan’s downy pink balls tightened as a steaming load formed in his sweet, packed nut sack.

Suddenly he was being turned around by the domineering hands of his unseen pleasurer. Dritan wanted that thick, supple tongue planted firmly in his hole forever. The man had other plans. He stood and cupped Dritan’s taut, full balls and throbbing cock in one big, calloused paw and stood, planting his burning mouth over Dritan’s. He pried his lips open and made the boy taste the sweet turnipy musk of his own fuckhole. Dritan liked the taste. The man ripped open Dritan’s shirt and ran his workman’s hands over the boy’s slender chest and the alert raspberries of his nipples. It sent a shiver through the boy’s willowy body. The hot mouth read Dritan instinctively and landed on his sweet berry nipples, gently kissing them with melodic slurping sounds that added to the pleasure. In the dim light, Dritan could see other men tucked into corners, one man sucking off another’s giant cock and 20 feet from them another man pounded a whimpering man’s ass up against an ancient stone wall.  Closer by, two men were watching Dritan and the forceful stranger while they stroked themselves.

The hot mouth trailed down to Dritan’s stiff boy cock, its mighty tongue lapping at the pink firm sweetness like it was a fat lollipop.  They lapped at Dritan’s tight rosy nuggets and then the mouth swallowed both of them and let the magic tongue massage them. Dritan’s beautiful butt cheeks quivered, a mighty load forming in his tongue-tangled balls.  The two stroking men moved closer and in the dim light they looked handsome and their cocks looked massive. The hot mouth swallowed all of Dritan’s stiff, substantial boy meat all the way down to the base with the magic tongue steadily, lusciously lapping at every inch of Dritan’s boyhood within its reach. This felt too good and Dritan didn’t want it to end. He looked up at the gray, cloudy sky. A large bird crossed his view. Was it a crow? No, a hawk. Yes, a hawk. Thinking about the hawk that now circled the sex-drenched battlements, helped Dritan prolong the pleasure he was getting from this astonishing mouth and tongue. He heard a series of baritone groans. Was he making the sounds?

No, the two strokers were getting close and groaning in unison. One eye on Dritan and his magic mouth man, they turned to face each other. One of them yelped and sent a long arching torrent of jizz toward the other man. Much of it landed on the other stroker’s hefty hard cock. He grabbed it and used as a lube to finish himself off.  Oh! Oh! Oh! He turned toward Dritan sending hot spurts of his jizz that landed at the boy’s feet. The sight and sounds and the steady work of the glorious tongue and hot mouth sent Dritan over the edge. His eyes closed and with his own boyish yelp, he pumped a seemingly endless load of fragrant and delicious young cream into the miraculous mouth. The hungry mouth grunted and swallowed happily as the boy nectar poured down his eager throat. Dritan’s whole body trembled and in his happy trance, he heard scuffling and shuffling. When he opened his eyes, he was alone. Was it a dream? No. His pants were around his ankles and covered with the jizz he drooled when the tongue penetrated his tight hole and a load from the mysterious man with the magic mouth and tongue. Fortunately, he had his uniform in his backpack. When he reached for it, it was soaked in jizz from one of the strokers.  Phew!  It wasn’t a dream.

Dritan went back to the castle several times a week. Albania was now a destination for adventurous tourists and if Dritan dawdled near the main entrance or the museum he always caught the eye of a male tourist. Many of them were handsome men from Germany, Holland, Italy and France. Even men with wives and children gave him that look. He liked giving it back to them. He knew what his body could do now and he liked doing it with other men.

One early afternoon he was wearing a tight grey Burberry knockoff Polo shirt and black shorts that hugged his magnificent bubble butt. He was going commando today so no matter what your persuasion the contours and bounce of his rump and dimensions of his silky cock and full balls made you look. He wore sandals since he didn’t plan to go hiking around the castle but hover near the gift shop to catch the most action. The backpack on his broad shoulders contained his school uniform. He hadn’t been to school in months. He wanted another kind of education.

He stood near the main entrance and pretended he was reading one of his unused school textbooks. Now that he had some experience, he could sense when an interesting man approached and would lazily glance from his book to the nearby stranger. He saw a beefy man with curly red hair pass him. He had a big frame and big solid legs in his hiking shorts and looked to be in his mid-thirties. His face was wide and friendly and his blue eyes sparkled. Dritan knew this because the big man passed him three times. The first two times Dritan yawned as he looked up, the third time he smiled. The burly giant stopped dead in his tracks and said, “Hello!”

Dritan nodded.

“Gift shop?” the man asked in a pleasant tenor voice.

Dritan shrugged.

“English?”

Dritan shook his head.

The man continued in English. “I am from the Netherlands. Rotterdam. And you? Where from?”

Dritan pointed down the hill to Shkodra below. His English was sketchy. “Here,” he said.

The man held out a big firm paw. “Geert. Geert Deetjen. Good to meet you.”

“Dritan Faja.”

Geert kept a firm grip on Dritan’s hand. “You are beautiful and I want to spend time with you. My hotel is just across the road. Come and be with me.”

Those words thrilled Dritan and his ass twitched with excitement. This is exactly what he wanted to happen. Geert kept his grip on Dritan’s hand and they walked across the road to the little hotel. Geert’s room was on the second floor and when they reached his door Geert pressed Dritan against the wall and buried his face in the boy’s neck. The soft bristles of his red beard were a thrilling new sensation.

Geert opened the door with one hand and then scooped Dritan in his arms and carried him into the tiny white room. He tossed his prize onto the soft bed and tossed himself on top of it.  His mouth covered Dritan’s and his soft lips knew how to work another man’s mouth into submission. There was a ginger and parsley tang to his breath as his strong tongue dug around Dritan’s throat as if searching for his tonsils. Dritan ran his fingers through the lovely red beard, he had never experienced one before and he wanted to feel its softness all over his body.  While Dritan stroked the beard clever Geert skillfully peeled off Dritan’s clothes and with a big foot kicked off Dritan’s sneakers so that in a few minutes the boy was completely naked and captive beneath the robust Dutchman.

Geert pinned Dritan’s arms against the headboard and methodically kissed every inch of him, starting with his splayed fingers, forearms and bony elbows, his downy beard tingling across the boy’s neck.  He buried his nose in Dritan’s armpit and inhaled the musky perfume of pure boy, then he licked each armpit as if it were a lollipop and nibbled at the wispy hairs he found there. His mouth clamped onto Dritan’s again and the young Albanian could taste his own salt and sweat on Geert’s mixed with the ginger and parsley.

Geert’s fat cock was poking through the buttons of his jeans and it felt good as it pressed between Dritan’s legs. Geert lifted those long legs and rubbed his silky beard against the silky blond hairs of Dritan’s calves and then his creamy thighs. He hoisted the lovely drumsticks over Dritan’s head, pinning them against the headboard so that the boy’s quivering pink hole was exposed.  Geert took his time gazing at the beautiful aperture and breathed in the boy’s tantalizing musk. He puckered his lips and gently blew soft streams of his ginger/parsley breath across Dritan’s exposed fuck hole, which made the boy sigh and squirm with pleasure, curling his long pink toes. Next Geert gently brushed the beautiful hole with his soft, feathery beard which sent ripples of pleasure through the boy’s golden body. His pretty pink cock grew, inching along his lean stomach toward his mouth and, if he had one more inch, he could lick its gleaming head as its pre-jizz drooled across his lips. Dritan liked the way it tasted.

Geert planted his full ripe lips over Dritan’s rosy, fragrant hole and planted a loud vibrating kiss there that sent shivers through both of them. His tongue then licked around the its soft perimeter, around and around the sparse, crackling blond hair surrounding it. Then it was inside, gently probing the tight walls of the boy’s steaming interior, around and around the insistent tongue worked its way into Dritan, feeling better and better the deeper it got. A steady stream of his own delicious jizz oozed into the boy’s mouth.

Geert stopped abruptly. He stood and quickly peeled off his sweatshirt and shorts and kicked off his boots. Dritan watched and admired his big full body, big arms, bull legs, a massive chest and full, firm belly. Below it was a tuft of red hair and below that a long fat cock with a massive head on it. Geert posed for Dritan, flexing his arms and pecs like a body builder. With a big smile he turned to the side so that Dritan get an alternative view of the length and girth of the cock that was throbbing just for him. Dritan jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I want it,” he said. “Give it to me, please, sir.”

“Geert,” said Geert,

“I want to call you sir, sir.”

Geert smiled and approached the bed, his big stiff cock leading the way.

“It’s so big!” Dritan exclaimed.

“Geert means sword in Dutch,” Geert said. What does Dritan mean?”

“Light, I think,” Dritan said. He leaned forward and wrapped one hand the around the monster cock, examining it as if it were mysterious treasure.

 “Good boy.  Now put my cock in your mouth and suck on it.”

Dritan put his mouth on the big cock and began to puff on it.

“No, baby. Do not puff. It does not need to get bigger. Suck.

Dritan stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and put the giant cock in his mouth again. He let the bulbous head rest there for a bit then swirled it around his mouth as if it were a fine wine, marveling at its sweet taste and satin texture. He clasped Geert’s full pink balls in his hands and appreciated their heft. Geert let Dritan lead the way and inch by inch the massive Dutch meat worked its way toward the boy’s throat. Geert’s pubic hair was a downy as his beard and sweat mixed with his ginger and parsley tang. Dritan liked the feel of this fat cock in the back of his throat and worked his lips around the base. Dritan felt a finger tap at his temple. He looked up. Geert grinned, pointed at his bright teeth and shook his head. Dritan understood. No teeth.  Cocksucking 101. He had found his life’s work and he wanted to be good at it. Instead of sitting in a boring classroom, he was doing field work with a sexy man.

 Geert tapped Dritan’s hard-working head. Dritan looked up.

“I want to fuck you. Would you like that?”

“Yes sir. Please.”

Geert helped Dritan to his feet and planted a long deep kiss on his rosebud lips. He turned Dritan around and bent him over.

“Get on the bed and stick out your beautiful ass, my boy.”

Dritan obeyed and his exposed rosebud trembled with anticipation.  Geert spit on it and poked his stout finger into the boy’s snug hole. He put a firm paw on the back of Dritan’s neck and pushed his head down on to the pillow and rubbed the swollen head of his cock across the boy’s quivering hole.

“No!” Dritan blurted.

Geert jumped back. Dritan spun around and saw the hurt look on his new friend’s handsome face.

Don’t you want me inside you?”

“Yes. But I want to face you, see you, kiss you, and feel your beard.” Dritan said softly. He wanted to take his time and enjoy every second with this lovely, sexy man who knew how to treat him.

Geert scooped Dritan up in his big arms, kiss him passionately and gently deposited him on the bed face up. He lay on top of Dritan and buried his face in his neck. The beard felt wonderful and now Geert’s solid meat throbbed between Dritan’s downy thighs. Dritan gasped at the first penetration but his gasp was smothered by Geert's hot mouth. Inch by inch the big, hearty cock of the big hearty Dutchman eased into Dritan’s tight and tender hole. When it was completely buried in the young Albanian’s warm, firm center it rested there, throbbing happily while both men grinned. Geert tongued Dritan’s neck and ears and licked around his lips, sharing his parsley ginger essence.

Dritan inhaled the clean spicy aroma. “ Hmm, parsley and ginger,” he sighed.

“Yes,” Geert said, "I eat ginger every day and parsley too. They are good for you. You like it?”

“Oh yes.”

Geert eased Dritan onto his left side and propped the boy’s right leg on his brawny shoulder. He drove his throbbing thick pole deep into Dritan’s smoky center. Dritan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he dreamily withstood this exquisite assault, his pretty boy cock stopped flopping about and grew hard as Geert manfully massaged his velvety interior. A string of boy juice oozed out of his cock drooling onto the bed. Geert noticed, scooped up some of it onto a stout finger and licked its salty essence. He scooped some more and gave Dritan a jizz soaked finger to suck on. The boy liked the taste of himself: clean linen, hay, some salt, soap. No wonder people gulped this stuff down like it was mama’s milk. It was good for you!

It was all too good and too much, the swollen Dutch cock in his tight fuckhole, the steady rocking that hit every sweet spot inside him, the smell of Geert’s manly body and his fresh breath, the taste of his own jizz. His center tightened around Geert’s pole and his eyelids fluttered. He was cumming in a steady slow stream that took its delicious time seeping out of his pretty pink shaft. He wanted to feel this way forever, it gave life meaning. Somewhere out there, up there he heard Geert groan and felt the piston pumps of his hot jizz into his quaking center. Dritan’s cock surged and one blast of boy nectar shot out of him and hit the clock radio on the night stand. The time was 4:22. Dritan had to be home every day by 5pm; his grandmother wanted him to be there when she got home. It was one was one of her only rules.

It took a long time to disconnect from Geert and say goodbye. The beautiful giant kept kissing him and they were both hard. Dritan pulled his wrinkled school uniform out of his bag and put it on.

“Ah, my little school boy.  Look at you. Now I want to fuck you even more,” Geert said. One big last kiss and embrace and he patted Dritan’s ass then stuffed something into his front pocket. “Run my little one. I hope to see you again.”

When he got outside, Dritan dug into his pocket and pulled out Geert’s business card (he was an environmental engineer) and the fifty euros he stuffed in there.  Nice!  With his new found loot, Dritan took a cab back home but it was 5:30 before he got there. It didn’t matter. He was very, very happy.

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