Wednesday, August 31, 2016

My Two Big Buddies

Some guys nick named me Rod, which I got when I was in grade 7 -

I was kind of a runt - and a real geek - which big asshole boys made fun of me and did some bully tactics too.


 But I figured how to get two bigger boys to liking me - I make a deal to blow them - that made it okay for them and easier on me. The good part was they protect me, which was nice.

Some times they play with my hard dick - while I sucked them off,  it was a kind of a fair trade. Both them guys are about 15, and didn't let anybody mess with me.

 They don't ever say nothing - or made noise when getting a suck. Except I made mistake- the only time was I kept blowing them more after they cum. I just keep on sucking on their dick and go down on it still more. they grab hold of my head and saying, "OKAY STOP IT"

 Them guys - they was nice to me - and being that I like to play with their dicks, it got me then all hard. I jack off some big shots... unless they all ready done it for me,  which was nice of them.

Anonymous

Monday, August 29, 2016

The Semi Private Room


A cousin of mine enlisted in the army right out of high school. His basic training took place at an army post in the city where we lived. When he finally got a pass, we picked him up and brought him to our house where he spent a couple of days and nights with us. It's been so long now that I can't tell you how old I was, but I do know that I was a few years younger than him and already into masturbation.

 There was a twin bed and a futon in my room. We hung out just talking about his time away and where he might get stationed. He pondered about getting laid by exotic girls. I joked he better have lots of money to pay them. We had a few more laughs about stupid junk we dreamed about doing. After we quit talking and turned out the light, a few minutes went by and then my cousin rolled onto his back. I saw a big raised up hump in the covers. I was playing possum, but of course tuned-in to what was happening.

 At first he just seemed to be playing with himself, but soon I knew he was beating his meat, apparently taking his time and not rushing. But that didn't last long. Soon he was pounding away and after a couple of minutes he began making noises which were a lot of E sounds. The longer he jerked, the more audible the noises became. I can still hear them, a constant repetition of E's with moments of silence between. They got faster and faster and sounded almost like he was crying, constantly going,
 "E, E, E, E."

 I laid on my side to watch him and (you better believe it!) I was jacking my stubby chub right along with him. All of a sudden he whispered,
 "Oh God, oh God, oh God."

There was silence for a second and then a very obvious final high-pitched,
 "GOD!!......."

His climax triggered mine and I shot like hell right into my covers.

The second night he jacked off again but this time was a lot quieter about it. I remembered one of the things he told us about basic training, was that the guys had very little privacy. In my youthful logic I decided that he had not jacked off for weeks and weeks, which explained the sound track combined with the apparent need when he finally had a chance to relieve his massive pressure.

Anonymous

Saturday, August 27, 2016

The Sounds at Orgasm



The story about the guy humming while he jacked-off reminded me of the noises some of my buddies made during masturbation. Most guys were pretty quiet because we all had a deathly fear of somebody hearing us and discovering what we were doing. But I remember two of my friends who may not have been aware of the noises they were making.

 One of those dudes often spent the night with me. We felt each other real good as we prepared to masturbate, but when it came time for genuine jacking we each took care of our own boners. As my friend got close to his climax he let out a strange syllable. Not a word, just a sound. I always knew when the really good sensations hit him. "Hig," he would say, sort of like the breath being forced out of him. At the same time he got stiffer in the bed while he pumped. After a few seconds it came out again, "Hig!" And then as he homed in on an ejaculation the whispers blurred together: "Hig! Higga! Higga-higga-oh-higga-ee-higga, Hhhhh!"

The other guy whose noises I remember was a daytime partner. We usually jacked in the restroom at a fast-food place on the way home from school. With the door locked we stood together over the single toilet and helped each other get to where we needed to go. He would try to tell me when he was about to ejaculate, trying to say the simple words "I'm going to cum." But when he was in the grip of anxious pumping and sexual arousal it never quite came out that way. Whether he was stroking himself or letting me do it for him, he would only get ragged parts of the statement out. "I gon. Gonna. I. I. It. Cum. Gonna. Gonna. Now, now, it... CUM!"

Maybe you or one of your pals did the same thing?

Anonymous

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Humming and Singing Praises

I had one of those experiences. Growing up, my family was Pentecostal, a branch of Christianity marked by speaking in tongues, strict morals and frequent revivals. I might also add that my people were classic Southern rednecks constantly living on the edge of economic collapse.

The evangelist who was conducting one of those week-long revivals brought along a teenage boy who sang solos at the nightly services. That kid was the tallest, skinniest guy I'd ever seen. He was 16 or 17 but acted weirdly like a saintly adult. He could quote the Bible from memory, talk in King James language, play the piano, and make people cry when he sang. However, he seemed out of touch with the real world.

 As my family's contribution to the revival, the singer stayed at our ramshackle house for the week. I was 13 and the only boy among three sisters, so I had a room to myself. To accommodate the visitor I slept on a pallet on the floor and the holy-wonder singer got my bed.

Not long after we turned the lights out the first night, the kid started humming to himself. And then my little Pentecostal mind was blown away: As he hummed he started jiggling around in the bed. And soon he was fully masturbating right there in my bed. What the hell? Wasn't that a sin? Shouldn't he be denying himself the pleasures of the flesh? But he was clearly jacking with me as an audience.

His humming continued but after a few minutes of wanking the sound became kind of fragmented, an "Mmm" tone punctuated with jerky interruptions. Sometimes he seemed to be pounding his dick frantically. At other moments he was apparently giving himself the slow treatment.

Although it seemed like an eternity to me, he reached fulfillment fairly fast, leading into his climax with a series of soft hums that grew choppier and more intense as he approached the culmination of his act. These noises were followed by a brief silence that culminated in the bed quaking as the orgasm hit his body. Then he exhaled several huge sighs. After another silence the barely audible whisper "Thank you, Jesus!" ended everything.

Apparently not satisfied with his nighttime wank, the singing boy masturbated again when he woke up the next morning, once more humming and thanking Jesus. I quickly realized that he was on a two-a-day schedule, ejaculating at bedtime and dawn no matter where he was. Hiding my actions in my covers, I kept pace with him, although I'm sure he never knew it. He was apparently so lacking in common sense that he had no idea he was communicating his sexual act to the kid on the floor.

I have come to believe that the whisper of "Thank you, Jesus!" with which he ended every wank was a heartfelt thanks for a specific blessing, the blessing of masturbation.

Anonymous

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

A Nice Compliment from Someone Special

Okay Guys I gotta beat on my chest a a little. My sweetie sent me this heart-felt note last night.  I certainly enjoyed reading it about the recent story below. But he went on to talk about the blog in a general manner.
I asked his approval to post it. serving as his insight on the work behind the blog. So Guys sorry to indulge, but I take a nice compliment very dearly from someone I value and trust so well. Also kind thanks to Carlo for his diligent work on the Tripoli series.  There is more coming soon.
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The comments below are from MG:

In the Tripoli stories, I especially liked Marek, the Polish buddy he first met there. He says he was 15. I liked the pic you posted with part 1 of Marek. The slighter, tanned boy in the water. I pictured Marek looking just like the boy in that picture. That's where the pictures really compliment the stories as only the Author knows what the boys in their stories really looked like in real life, the readers have to try and come up with an image in their own head of what the boys would potentially look like. Posting the pics with the story kinda does that part for you in giving you an image of the story characters straight away at the beginning so you can picture them looking that way immediately.

 I think it's especially great that you take great care to select the right picture for each story. You don't want to just post any one picture on any story. The effectiveness is in the details, such as matching up the ages, skin colour, hair colour and the background scene (such as a beach, swimming, playing, on a bed etc.) it's great that you try and select pics that match the character descriptions in the story.


~MG~

Monday, August 22, 2016

The Last Guy You'd Expect.....


I can't write a long detailed story. But I want to tell about a funny thing that happened when I was growing up.

 It was a small town. During the summer I went to the swimming pool a lot. I was about 14 when this happened. I'd been shooting my stuff since seventh grade.  Always alone and never really thought much bout if other guys did too.

In the locker room at the pool house, was a boy whose father was the high school principal. He was a couple of grades below me. We just happened to be changing at the same time, but we were not friends. I take a quick look at him. He is facing away from me but I can see something he is doing, seemed kinda strange. The kid is unwrapping toilet paper off of his dick! No lie! A long strip of paper doubled or tripled up toilet paper, he unrolled all this off his dick. He wadded it up and threw in his locker..... with his clothes!!

  Then, when he starts to put on his jock and I get a fast peek at his dick. It's got shreds of paper stuck all around the head! It it was like glued-on,  and I knew for sure what he had been doing! So he got his jock on real fast leaving all the remaining paper on his dick! He slammed the locker shut and ducked outta there like a lil' bandit.

I realized that younger boy jacked off, which was so funny because his father was our principal. Then the Lil Shit, having to wrap toilet paper around his dick so he wouldn't get cum all in his underpants. Even though he was kind of a taboo person that you  might never think horny stuff about because of his Dad. He was suddenly interesting to me. Instead of a stern rigid face like his Dad, he actually had a soft smooth face, and he even smiled sometimes. I had now seen his dick, and knew what he does with it. There were a few night alone in bed that his face would pop into my last thoughts of the day. My hand on my dick as it rose up, dangerously remembering that kid had done the same thing...... just like I was bout to do.

 That was the beginning of me realizing and thinking about what other boys sometimes did. Those thoughts could get me horny enough that I would get all hard and have to jack off. Also, it was the start of checking out guys to see if they might become "that kind" of buddy. The mental picture has stayed with me all my life, the principal's boy unrolling a coil of spermy toilet paper off his innocent dick.

Anonymous

My experiences in Libya - (Part III)




Marek and I lounged in our sitting room, both still naked, and enjoyed meal.
“Carlo, that was something fantastic! About as good as with girls?’ – Marek asked
“Hmm, with girls it should be better”
“How could something this fantastic be any better?”
“First, if a straight boy is messing with girls, then it’s more natural, than for him to be fooling about with boy. Secondly, everyone says there is nothing better than to have your dick inserted deep in a pussy. Third, the best sex is with a person you love and enjoy being loved by them too”
“Ye-aah, well but I am not likely to get any pussy in the predictable future, so I have to be content with what I can have, I mean your hands, feet, mouth and your balls and dick, my dear Carlo”
“Thank you, I know you appreciate what you got now, my friend. And you are right, we are sentenced to take care each other for at least a few months ahead” I joked.

I looked at his young body, his sweet face, and I got a boner again. I came closer to Marek, sitting in the armchair
“What about a small dessert after snacks?”
Marek looked at me, smiled and took my Peter and balls in his hands, and made some slow strokes. Then he touched with the tip of his tongue on my pink head, making circles. Seeing his sweet face and young mouth kissing and swallowing my dick, excited me to the point that my legs buckled. I saw his erection and wanted to have his fresh young dick into my mouth.
“Come, friend, we can give nice blow job on each other at the same time. I took him to my bedroom and lay down in the 69 form.  We didn’t hurry, moving slowly, giving and taking the most pleasure possible. 

 
 Two weeks later my father arrived, to visit me and mom. It was great to see him, and I was happy for mom, who hadn’t seen dad since almost one year.
My dad brought with him some family movies he made recently with his 8 mm camera. It showed my older brother with his new girlfriend, some stupid shit like our dog and cat playing round together. To show us these movies dad brought a projector. Shit! The last time I showed porn to my friends I left it together with projector! Surely father saw it!
Later my dad came to my room and gave me quite big box of Polish moisture cream. “Use this cream several times a day. It will help you to survive the climate and loneliness”. He made an odd grin. So I opened the box and put my finger inside. On the bottom, under the cream there was something, so I pulled it out, wasting all the cream on my table. I found “my” long lost porn movie packed in aluminum foil!

On one of the first evenings after dad came, Mom invited a few friends for “tea, coffee and cakes”.  Naturally Marek and his parents came. While the adults had their chit chat, it was totally boring for me and Marek, so we went upstairs, to rest on the terrace. Nice breezes from the seaside cooled the air a bit, so we plopped down on the tile floor to chill.
“My dad brought me a porn movie, I said
 “Your dad brought you a porn movie!?” Mark didn’t believe.
I explained him that it was “my” porn, which I forgot and left in projector’ box, so we could see it later.
 “You already got me excited!” Marek pushed his hand into my shorts, grabbed my balls and peter. I did the same. We haven’t any briefs under our shorts so it was much easier. We were not afraid of someone coming, as the staircase door makes a noisy squeak with the smallest move.
“Stand up and you can lean on this wall” said Marek. I did what he said. I could watch the street, and feel a nice blow job Marek was doing on me. I made a great effort not to shout loudly when I came. Then we change, I sit on the floor and gave a good blow job to Marek.  

Marek’s parents agreed that he could stay with me few days and go around with us to see Tripoli, do some shopping, and to watch Maltese TV,
After the guests left Mom offered Marek a drink, he mistakenly asked for a glass of spermuta. My mom and dad laughed loudly. With a big grin mom gave him a glass of juice and said,
“This is your spremuta. Be careful not to ask in bar for spermuta”. Marek understood his mistake and blushed.
Finally we got into my bedroom. We could easily share my bed, but I decided to use the spare mattress. The only place I could put it in a floor was close to the door, blocking it from being opened. Although I knew that my parents wouldn’t enter without knocking, but…..better safe than sorry.

I switched on TV, control panel and started to rotate antenna. We found one Maltese TV station showing and old comedy. I left it playing, than unpacked the projector, wound up my precious porn tape on spool and prepared it to play. The movie was soundless, but that was not important. I placed projector in my wardrobe, leaving just small gap for objective. This way the noise of projector itself was almost not heard. I put TV a bit louder and started the porn. We were both naked and I observed Marek, not the movie I know almost by heart. The movie was short, just fifteen minutes, but was hot.
At the beginning I’d told Marek to sit on his hands and not move till the end. He was amazed with what he saw, almost breathless. By the end of movie I saw my friend shooting his load! Without touching his dick!
“I see my friend, that you liked it” I said passing him some Kleenex.
“Fuck! It’s a first time I saw pussy! Can you play it once more, please?”
I did what I was asked for, with a big grin.
After second view, I put projector back in its case, movie under my clothes in drawer, and asked
“So, how you like it?”
“I will show you!” Marek pushed me flat on his mattress and took immediately my dick into his mouth. I had to admit that this blow job was better than previous. My buddy learnt something from the movie! I changed position, so we were in 69 now, sucking each other.
Next day my parents departed to visit their Polish friend, living and working two hundred kilometers from Tripoli, and said that they would return next day evening.

We gave my parents a quarter of hour after they depart, in case they forgot something. After that we stripped naked, watched movie and fooled like mad. In certain moment I lied on my belly and told Marek to lay on me.
“Put your dick between my ass cheeks, but not in my ass, lay on me and move your hips” I instructed my buddy. I felt his peter sliding between my ass cheeks and it was nice feeling. Marek moved slowly, than faster and stronger.
“Oh man! It feels good” he moaned and pushed harder. I felt his dick and the weight on his body on me, and I had a pleasure giving a pleasure to my buddy. He exploded, smearing his cum on my ass and back. Then he felt and laid on me for few minutes.
“That was great!” he said and we changed.
“I want to feel your dick among my ass cheeks” Marek wanted to exchange favor. Looking on his young, really sweet cheeks, I was excited to a maximum.  Feeling my dick touching his ass cheeks gave me an additional kick. I pushed my hips slowly, but couldn’t resist, so I pushed forward and backward not only my hips, but my whole body. I had to control myself, as I was very close to fuck him really. I burst my load and screamed loudly, and felt flat on my buddy almost unconscious.

Next morning Marek offered himself to go to buy some fresh baked bread from the small bakery on the corner, and I went into the kitchen to prepare hot tea, fried eggs, and some cheese.
Then I heard a knock to the door. “Why he is knocking?” I asked myself, but answered loudly
“Come in, it’s open!” Being busy I did not realize, that it was not Marek knocking at the door.
Then I saw a young boy standing in the entrance hall, smiling to me and I jumped in surprise. The Boy came closer to me with hand stretched out and seemed to introduce himself,
“Ismi Mustafa” he said with a nice grin.
I shake his hand and answered in English “My name is Carlo”. Mustafa smiled again, and I noticed that he was not looking into my eyes, but a bit lower.
OMG! I was speaking with a young Arab boy totally nude!
“Sorry!”  I said and tried to cover up my dick with kitchen cloth.
“Carlo, malesh!” said boy still smiling. I knew already the meaning of “malesh” – nothing happen. And then Marek returned with four still very hot baguettes.
He looked at me with big astonishment in his eyes. I explained to him why I was there naked in front of young Arab boy. Then Mustafa tried to say something, but he knew only few words in English, so he spoke Arabic, and with help of hand gestures. I understood that he was living in the next villa, so he was my neighbor.
Then he said in English.
“Carlo, please film!” He noticed that I didn’t understand what he wanted.
 “Carlo, please film” he repeated and made small circle with two fingers of his left hand and pushed in and out pointing finger of right hand.
My legs buckled when I realized what happen! I drop the kitchen towel and sat naked on a chair.
“Do you understand what he wants?” asked Marek
“Yeeeh!” I burst into laughter. When I calmed down I explained to Marek what happened.
A soon as air conditioner was installed in my room, I didn’t bother to keep the shutters closed, especially since there was only one window on that side near to the next villa. But Mustafa lurking on his roof, could see what was going in my bedroom. OK, he couldn’t see me and Marek jerking, sucking and fooling around, since we did it on his mattress, placed on floor, out of the sight from the window, but he could see both of us naked moving about in my room, but most of all, he could see the porn movie which I played on the wall opposite the window.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed Marek.
“Marek, no shit! Said Mustafa, “please!” He folded his hands as if in prayer.
I laughed and said another word I learnt I Arabic.
“Mustafa. Big problem.
“No problem Carlo!” He put his hand on his mouth and turning his head left and right, showing this way that he should not tell nothing about my porn movie.
I looked at Mustafa, a nice boy, probably the age of Marek, looking sweet, then I looked at Marek.
“Please, I keep the secret” promised again Mustafa.
Marek looked me back, smiled and nodded.
“Thank you” said Mustafa, having a big smile not only on his face but in his big, black eyes.
I closed the shutters, to make room darker. Before I played the porn movie, Mustafa asked one more question
“Carlo, Marek, no problem?” he pointed to his shorts.
“Malesh” I smiled and Mustafa jumped out of his shorts, having no briefs, and took off his shirt. Marek smiled, stripped too and we sat on the floor.

 
It was a first time I’ve seen a boy with a cut dick, in Poland it was really not popular. I thought it looked nice.
Just as the movie starts, not even any action yet, I had the pleasure to see a nice, young Arabic boner. Mustafa grabbed his dick and jerked furiously from the very beginning. He shot his first cum after two minutes. Then he slowed and wanked steadily, his dick still hard, commenting about the movie actions with mixed moaning and some Arabic words, I didn’t understand yet. Marek and me we were mesmerized by Mustafa’s dick and balls, wanking ourselves with our usual tempo. By the end of the movie three louds of cum landed on a marble floor. Mustafa smiled widely and thanked us
“Shukran! Thank you Carlo, Thank you Marek” then he pointed at our dicks and said
“Gooood!
Sitting on the floor and sipping juice, we tried to communicate somehow, mostly using hands, with our new wanking buddy.
We learnt that Mustafa was fifteen and a half years old, he had three sisters, and two brothers, one is a little five year old boy and one twin brother. At least that was what we understood.
“Seems that we got a new wanking friend” said Marek, when Mustafa left. “I am curious if he would be eager to wank each other”.

Returning from short walk I saw a car parking in front of the next villa, and a driver came to us. He shook hands with me and Marek.
“I am your neighbor and I am father of Mustafa” he said. I was paralyzed.
“Fuck, this small bastard told his father everything, and now we are in deep shit” I thought. But Mr. Abdalla smiled to me and Marek and said.
“Mustafa told me that you became a good friends. I am glad to hear it as I would like to ask you a big favor”.
“Yeeh, you want to us to leave your son alone, and not to show him any more porn and to not wank with him” I thought.
 Instead Mr Abdalla said.
“I heard that you both know well English, so I would like you to teach Mustafa and his twin brother Jusuf. They had a private teacher, but they didn’t like him because he was very old. Maybe they will be much eager to learn from young friends. I will pay you of course”.

“Man! You are pushing your two sons into hands of two young, hungry sexual bastards!” I thought, but said,
“Sure, we can try, but you do not need to pay for it. We will teach your sons English, and they will teach us Arabic. We can start next week, when my father returns to Poland”. But really, you don’t need to pay us.
Have you got a driving license?” he asked me, and when I confirmed he said
“I just brought a new German car, so you can use the old one, which I don’t need. If you don’t want money, at least this way I can thank you. You can keep it through your stay in Libya” he said and gave me keys, pointing the car he just came in.
Old car! Fuck, It was just three years old Peugeot, with all newest gadgets, including an air conditioner.
I was able to say only “thank you”.

Three days later I drove my parents with “my” car to the airport. Dad had good news, within three months dad would come to Libya and stay with us. He was offered a good job as an engineer at one of the Libyan government offices.
Next morning it was my turn to go to bakery. Returning I met the twin brothers.
“Salam Carlo!”
“Salam Mustafa, salaam Jusuf” I answered greetings.
“Doctora out?”asked Jusuf.
“Yes” I confirmed that the doctor, means my mom, already left for hospital. They smiled and I knew they were waiting for permission to go with me upstairs.
“Come” I smiled.
They greeted Marek with “salam” and seeing him naked in the kitchen, they stripped naked too. I followed them, and we sat in living room all naked. Mustafa and Jusuf thanked for breakfast, because they ate before coming. I was hungry actually double hungry for breakfast and I was hungry also for those two sweet young naked Arabs! Before I even finished eating, I had a boner!

We cleared the kitchen, and moved to my room. These twins were so lovely, absolutely shameless and funny. They did a belly dance waving their soft dicks, and with gestured me and Marek to join in their funny dance.
Naturally, the boys wanted to see the porn, and, frankly, I wanted to show it, to see what comes out. I hoped at least for jerking each other off.
 
By the time I prepared projector, brothers were talking in Arabic, which I didn’t understand. Jusuf seemed to appreciate what Mustafa was telling him as he produced a nice boner before I even started the movie. We set all four naked on the floor, legs widely spread and hands ready to go. The Brothers proved to be absolutely shameless in our presence. After few strokes, they changed hands and wanked each other, smiling to me and Marek. So we followed the twins. All of us ended with big loads of own cum blasted on bellies and chests. Jusuf looked for Kleenex, but I had sudden, but good idea.
“Jusuf, come with me” I said and made a move with my hand. He followed me to bathroom. I splashed water on our bodies and with soap and just hand I washed his back, chest and belly. He obviously liked it, smiling and waving his soft dick. I took another portion of soap and grabbed his peter, washed it and balls.
“Good Carlo!” good Carlo. I made some strokes on his soft dick, which immediately jumped up.

 “Queiss!” Shouted Mustafa and took in his hands Marek’s balls and dick. We all four were again excited and stiff. I stepped out of the tub, pulled Jusuf and let him lay on floor, taking a 69 position. He took my dick and balls and caressed nicely with his young hands, and I did the same to him. Marek and Mustafa followed us on the floor. We were so excited that marble floor was good enough for us, as the best, soft mattress.

“Carlo, I am so excited that I can’t resist any more” Marek said in Polish “ I am gonna suck this sweet young Arab dick and balls! What happens is gonna happen!”
Firstly Mustafa didn’t realize what was happening to his dick, than seeing it fully in Marek’s mouth moaned like mad. Me and Jusuf broke wanking and watched. The view was amazing. The young Arab boy writhing on the floor, moaning loudly and a young Polish boy there giving him his first blow job! It only took a few minutes, then we saw him erupting like a volcano. The last strokes Marek gave him by hand and Mustafa, screaming loudly, shot his load all over his chesty and some gl;obs on Marek’s hand and arm.

I wanted to bite and chew this young sausage of Jusuf. Instead I licked it gently, kissed the prominent head, then slowly took the whole dick into my mouth. Jusuf looked at me, and repeated my moves on my dick. The electric feelings and sight of his precious equipment wound me up, so I sped up sucking and licking. The same did my young Arab accomplice. We moaned and sucked, moaned and sucked. I felt him coming so I pulled his peter out from my mouth and gave him the last one stroke. I never before saw such a strong and abundant eruption of cum.

The same moment I pulled my dick out of Jusuf’s mouth and shot. Two loads of sperm flew all over us and bathroom. Then we lay on the floor exhausted. There was one more show to come. Mustafa relaxed from his orgasm, excited by seeing his twin brother sucking and being sucked, he gave a nice licking and sucking to Marek, and we watched and listen to Marek’s moaning, and finally shooting.
Twins talked for a while in Arabic, we couldn’t understand a word, but we understood delight in their voices and saw it in their eyes. Four of us had covered the whole bathroom with our sperm. Being the entire room was marble the clean up of boy juice went fairly quickly.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

My Experiences in Libya (Part II)


Last lines from Part1- 

Laying naked we talked again. He wanted me to tell him again about me fucking girls, so I did

I continued instructing Marek about girls, but after only a minute he interrupted me.
“How was it you knew that your classmates wouldn’t tag you as gay when you spoke to them about it at school, like when you proposed to wank together?”
I told him that we knew each other since first grade and done a lot of foolish things together, and no one ever betrayed the trust. When we grew up and were 14-15yo we were kind of talking about wanking one day. We were so excited that we had to ease ourselves and without speaking we dropped our pants and jerked-off sitting close to each other.

“Did you guys do it more later, or it was one time only?” he asked.
“Since then we kept on jerking off together two, three times a week for at least one year”
“Wow! I always wanted to try with my classmates, but was too afraid and ashamed. We never see each other naked” he said.
“Now you are fully naked lying on my bed and you are not shy anymore?”
“No. It’s fun to be naked with other naked boys and just talking. And you were right. Seeing you jerking off excited my more and more. Hope we could repeat it some time”.
“Any time you wish” I said with a grin and added
“You know, with my wanking buddy, after fifth or sixth time we did something more”
“What?”
“We jerked off each other”
“What?!Each other?How?” – I saw my new friend looking shocked.
“Very simple.Just like that” I said and grabbed his soft dick. He tensed, but said nothing. I made some moves and his dick rise a bit. But he was still tense, holding his breath.
“Shall I stop?”
He lunged all the air out of his lungs
“No! Don’t stop! Go ahead!”

With one hand I stroke slowly his dick, with other caressed his balls. He watched my hands on his dick and moaned. I moved my hands slowly to prolong the pleasure. Keeping a smooth path on his dick, with my left hand I moved up, caressing his belly, and then squeezing his nipples. He breathed heavily and moaned louder.
“Faster. Faster please”
“No my friend. This is not a race. You have to feel every single move, and the pleasure has to last forever” my left hand returned to his balls. He laid back, closed his eyes breathing loudly. Soon his body commenced trembling, muscles tensed, so I grabbed his dick a bit stronger. Soon he reached orgasm, shooting cum all over and screamed
“Oh yeeh! Man! Yeeeeeh!” Although he finished shooting, I still stroked his dick, faster and harder. He wriggled, moaned loudly, finally cried
“Oh! Please stop! I can’t resist anymore!”
I left him to relax, seeing him still trembling.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“I don’t know. My head's spinning, the whole world’s moving around in circles. But yes! I am OK. It was fantastic! Thank you buddy!”


  He went to bathroom to have another shower, and I prepared cold drinks with lot of ice. Then we relaxed on my bed and talked. I noticed that he fixed his eyes on my dick.
“Go ahead, buddy. If you want, touch it. It won’t bite you. And I don’t mind at all” – I smiled. Slowly he reached my dick with his hand, but he didn’t grab it, just caressed like one would caress a cat. He lowered his hand and caressed my balls. Which was a nice feeling, so my peter responded with nice boner. The touch of his young, fresh hands excited me strongly. Finally he grabbed my dick and gave me slow, but fantastic hand job.
“You are learning fast, buddy” I smiled few minutes later after that immense orgasm.
“I have a good teacher” he smiled, “but I have to go. My parents are returning shortly and I want to be at home when they come back”.
He dressed up and before leaving asked
“Can I come tomorrow again?”
“Sure you can. But don’t jerk off any more today. Leave it for tomorrow”
“I won’t” he smiled and left.

My mom returned from hospital half past four, and we had a lunch, or dinner, don’t know how to name it, any way it was a main hot meal of the day. Later she took me for shopping.  (That time back home,  Poland was under communist regime, the food supply was scarce, mostly bad quality. If we wanted anything better we had to stay in hour-long ques. OK, we had delicious fruits produced in Poland, but oranges were available in shops only in December, before Christmas. To buy oranges, or bananas, you had to wait in a que even longer, usually two hours. To make the matters even worse they staff were not friendly or helpful at all.)

 We went into to a local Tripoli shop. Then I felt shocked I just as we entered into the shop.
“Salam Aleykum! Kefhalikya doctor?” said the owner
“Maleykum Salam! Queis, Hamdullah. Kefhalik anta? – answered my mom, making my eyes big.
“What you are saying?” I asked.
“This is mister Mustafa, the owner of this shop. He said peace be with you, doctor, How are you? And I answered peace be with you too, thank you, I am well, thanks God, and how are you? This are traditional, daily greetings” she explained to me then she turned to English and presented me.
“Mister Mustafa, this is my younger son, Carlo. He will stay with me and will study at Tripoli University”
“Welcome, young man. Hope you’ll have a nice time in Libya” said Mr. Mustafa.
“Thank you, sir” I was able to answer. Fuck! I never heard good morning or something like that in polish shop!
Mom took a shopping trolley and told me to take another one.
“We have to do a bigger shopping today”. It was a first shopping trolley I ever saw!
The shop was average size, three, four hundred square meters, but except pork and  alcohol, forbidden at all in Libya, there was everything! I saw strawberry jam. OK, we had it in Poland too. But here there were at least dozen different marks, from Italy, Greece, even from Australia! All shelves full of everything in good quality. Two dozens types of macaroni! Mostly Italian brands. Butter from five countries! Real Kleenex and dozen other brands.
I felt like a cat on a desert. Crazy of luck, to find the biggest cat’s WC in the world!
I followed mom and saw her trolley full.
“Take two boxes of Bengashir”
“What’s that?”
“Local mineral water with gas. Good and cheap” Two boxes meant two dozens 1,5 liter bottles.
“You can take Pepsi or Mirinda, whatever you want” she said. I thought I can take two, three bottles, but had to take again a box, mean dozen bottles. Fuck again! Coca-cola just started production in Poland, but you were happy to get two bottles 33 cc. I hoped not to be shocked again. I was wrong. We have reached a specific shelves.
“Choose what you want. White, pink, yellow, green, plain or with design, but take a dozen pack. She was talking about toilet paper! Soft one! In Poland we had just one type, gray-brown, and we use to call it a sandpaper. It wasn’t soft at all.

Our two trolleys were more than full. The owner registered our shopping, pushing each item to the young boy, who packed it into a plastic bags! Free of charge!
Mom paid, owner thanked her loudly and invited again. I tried to keep calm, but then I heard the owner
“Ibrahim go with the doctor, help to pack shopping into her car and bring back empty bottles”.
As soon as my mom opened a trunk, Ibrahim took out boxes with empty bottles for exchange and packed all our shopping.
“Shukran Ibrahim”
“Malesh” boy grin and took trolleys and boxes back to the shop. I looked at mom with big question mark in my eyes.
“Shukran means thank you. Malesh means you are welcome, don't mention it!”.
I thought that our shopping was over. I was wrong. Within few minutes we parked at vegetables and fruits market. We bought one sack of oranges, the red one, one sack of grapefruits, also red, different kind of tomatoes, and other vegetables. Finally we headed home.


 On the street I saw five young boys waving their hands and smiling.
“Who they are?” I asked
“They are our neighbors from the ground level. Sweet kids, from five to ten years old”.

I started to remove our shopping from the trunk, putting it on the ground outside the car. When I finished, I found nothing! All our shopping was gone! I looked about and there was mother handing out a big box of candies to those children. They smiled and shouted constantly, 
“Shukran, shukran”.

“Mom, were is our shopping?”
“Already upstairs. Those kids always help me, and I give them candies. Good exchange” she smiled. All bags and boxes were nicely placed at our door. I took them inside and started to unpack bags. With big surprise I saw my mom cutting in half oranges and grapefruits and squeezing out juice into a big jug.
“It’s called spremuta. It’s Italian word, means freshly squeezed orange juice. Libya for years was an Italian colony, and many older Libyans speak Italian quite well. You can add a bit of sugar, if you wish. Put it for a while into the fridge. It’s much better than any other drink” she said. She was absolutely right. We bought one sack of oranges and one of grapefruits. Each sack was five kilo, and I wandered who would eat it. We won’t eat, we would drink! Since that day I became a great fan of spremuta and I am still drinking it these days too. Much better than those fizzy, artificial soft drinks. 


The door ring waked me up the next morning at ten minutes past eight. I dragged myself out of the bed and totally naked opened door. I knew it could only be Marek, and nobody else.
“You are early bird” I said
“Your peter is also early bird” Marek laughed seeing my morning boner.
“Oh, I just have to piss” I went to the bathroom and pissed, without even bothering to close a door. I washed my hands and went to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Mark joined me there. By this point he was nude too.
“Spremuta” I explained what I was doing. With big jug of fresh juice and two glasses we reached my bed. My bedclothes were still there, but we didn’t care. We sit on two opposite sites of bed, with our legs at the middle. We talked about our first experiences shopping in Libya. I noticed again that Mark looked mostly on my dick, not into my eyes. Frankly, I did the same. Still talking, I touched his dick with my bare foot. He didn’t mind, so I caressed his soft dick and balls, seeing a bit later a nice boner.
“Hey man! Is it your another trick? Strange, but feels nice” he said.
“I call it a foot job” I smiled and joined my second foot. With both of them I started to stroke his lovely, young peter.
“Mmmm ..nice. Now I see how a greenhorn I was. You are teaching me some nice tricks”
“I will teach you more, if you want” I said “but I wat to set our relationship straight from the beginning”
“What you mean?”
“I like you very much, you are my buddy, I like to fool around with you, but I don’t want to harm you”.
“I don’t understand”
“I like you your dick, your balls and your whole fucking body, I really like to jerk you off and to be jerked off by you, but I don’t want you to fall in love with me. I fooled around with several boys, but it was just fun, sex, relief, nothing more. I would never fall in love with boy”.
“That’s good of you, putting the matters clearly straight away. But don’t worry. I like you too, you are my best buddy ever had, but everything I feel to you is just friendship. I would never fall in love with a boy either. To be honest, when you jerked me off yesterday, I closed my eyes and dreamed that was one of those girls I kissed, not you. Hope you are not offended”.
“Oh contrary, I am happy that we both know the rules. Where we stopped?” I took again his dick between my feet and gave Mark a nice jerk off.
“That was great! Now my turn” he said and used his fantastic, young feet to bring me to huge orgasm. We cleaned ourselves under the shower, I made another jug of fresh juice, and we laid on bed, head to head, closely as a good buddies.
“Do you believe that a month ago, I was ashamed to change in front of my best buddy after the swimming pool? He was ashamed too. Now I am lying nude with you and I feel I would never be ashamed to strip in front of other boys.”
Then I told him about my vacations with Peter and his two friends, skinny dipping together, and wanking each other. I felt it was too early to mention that we sucked each other.
“It had to be a great fun! I wish I could fool around with more boys”.
“Don’t worry. One day you’ll find more boys to have fun with them. And girls to fuck”.

For a while there was a silence between us, then Mark turned his head, looked at my eyes, and wanted to say something, but gave up.
 “Go ahead. Say want you want, ask what you want. I won’t laugh.”
“You said that you would teach me more..those girls said that I don’t know… I thought you could…....No,  no it’s stupid”
“What do you want? Tell me? The most I could do I would say no”.
With big shame finally he said,
“The girls I kissed , well that’s not true..... I don’t really know kissing. Can you teach me?”
Uff! That was something new to me. I kissed and fucked few girls, I sucked few boys, but I never kissed a single boy. I looked at his young, sweet face, and suddenly fuck yeah! I wanted to kiss him!
“Close your eyes” I whispered. Then I touched his lips with mine. They were so soft!



I licked them gently and with my tongue I opened his mouth. Slowly pushed my tongue into his and touched his tongue. Then I sucked it. With one hand I kept his head and pushed my lips and tongue harder. Kissing him excited me so much, that I turned myself on my back rolled him on top of me. Now he was kissing me. His hands on my cheeks, he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I caressed his shoulders, moving down, softly clasped his ass cheeks, then  squeezed them. He moved his hips up and down several times. I felt his hard dick on my belly and my dick touching his. A bit of boy sticky juice seeping out of the foreskin.  I turned us opposite, putting him on his beck, parted our lips, and moved slowly with my mouth and tongue down. I licked and sucked his nipples, lolling my tongue down his belly.

 Marek instinctively spread his legs wide, giving me full access to his dick and balls. First I licked his balls, then licked my finger, while sucking his dick I pushed the tip of my finger into his ass. My finger remained as I kissed his pink head, licked it and sucked more of his hard-in. Until finally I took his whole dick into my mouth, I continues to lick and suck him into highly erotic state. I felt his ass relaxed so I pushed my whole finger in. Marek was moaning and succumbed to my control. Licking and sucking his dick I moved my finger inside him and with other hand caressed his balls. When I felt he was close, I withdraw my finger, and laid on top of him. We were again kissing passionately, and I moved my hips hardly up and down. It only took a minute for both of us to explode. Our cum mixed on our bellies, and I slowed my hips hardly moving as we still kissed. Finally I rolled on my back and laid without movement. We were breathing deeply and were exhausted. Later he gave me a soft kiss and said
He smiled with a little giggle, “Thank you professor, you are fantastic teacher, sir”
“And you are very clever pupil, young man” we laughed and went to bathroom to take a shower. I made us some snacks and hot tea.

Carlo (Poland)



Saturday, August 20, 2016

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

My Experiences in Libya (Part I)

After I graduated from High School in Poland, I went to Tripoli in Libya, to visit my mother, who worked there as a doctor. It was beginning of June, so the summer was in its peak.
 As soon as the airplane door opened, I’ve felt boiled. 40oC (104oF), was much more than anytime in Poland. My mom picked me up and drove home. Most of the cars at that time in Libya had no air conditioning, so I had to survive almost an hour drive feeling heat like coming straight from hell. The sweat flooded my eyes, so bad that I was not able to see much of anything, just praying to get into the house as soon as possible. 

  The first thing I dreamed of was a cold shower, but I was told to wait until night. The water pressure in the pipeline system was very weak during daytime. So each apartment had it’s own water tank on the terrace, which was usually full by night-time. But the tank was exposed to the sun, so even the “cold” water during a day was rather hot!
  I reached into the refrigerator to get some cold water. I was surprised to see one shelf completely full of towels!
 “Help yourself” said mom and gave me one towel, taking another for her.
 The chilled towel was damp and lovely cold!
 “ You should patent your idea!” I exclaimed as I covered up my shoulders and arms, feeling the new wonderful relief from the heat.
 I had to learn quickly many things to survive there, despite the fact that it was not a desert, but actually a normal city. And I learnt quickly.

 The first night I slept naked as usual, without any cover, and I slept quite well, till one hour before sunrise. I was awaked by a loud chanting voice! It was muezzin, from the nearby mosque, calling out the first prayer. I looked to see that he used four big loudspeakers! Within two weeks I got used to it, and it did not wake me anymore.

 I began to feel bad over the next two days. Each day  I felt worse and worse. The third day, It was Friday, Muslim day off,  I woke up and rushed to toilet and vomited half an hour. I was scared, but my mom assured me that it was nothing serious.
 “ You  just got sunstroke” she said and gave me plastic bag with ice cubes.
 “Put it on your head, and be ready to go to the beach within half an hour”
 “ You are kidding! What a beach? I am dying!” I replied.
 “Don’t be a sissy boy! You will feel better when you jump into the sea”.
 I wanted to hide myself into the refrigerator but my mom insisted.

 Europeans never use a city beach, all crowded to the last foot. We would drive hundred kilometers out of town to find the wild remote beaches. Although it was early morning, the heat was killing me already. Mom drove and I vomited five times through the car’s window. She never stopped the car. I don’t know how I managed to walk hundred meters from the car to our place on the beach, carrying a big umbrella, a cooler full of food and drink, and beach mat. As soon as I fixed that big ass umbrella, I lay down on the mat in the shade but ready to die. But, you remember, my mom was a doctor, and of course she wouldn’t let my die. However, she forced me to walk another fucking fifteen meters to the sea.

 As soon my feet reached water, I fell down, head and all into the sea. Small waves bathed my body for a while. Then I rose to me feet. OMG! I am alive! No headache, no vomiting! I felt like I was born anew!
 “Mom! You are the best doctor in whole Universe” – I shouted.
 “You did not know that already?”  She smiled and just asked me not to swim too far. But then she added,  
  “This is the sea, not a lake in Poland. So be careful of the sharks!”
  
Fuck! First heatstroke, now sharks. Two weeks before I came to Libya I saw the hit movie “Jaws”, and my Mom knew it. Later I learned that the sharks in this area were very, very seldom, and if they appeared, they were small, only up to one meter long. Absolutely not dangerous to humans. Mom knew that, but didn’t tell me the truth in the beginning. She achieved her goal and I kept swimming close to the sea shore.
  
 A big shocker was that, during first two weeks in Africa I forgot about jerking off? Ok, I didn’t forget, but it was too hot, I had to learn a lot, like how to get acclimatized.
 Then I missed also girls back home in Poland, or at least, my wanking buddies.
  One night lying in bed, my body all sweaty, I closed eyes and tried to remember my “good” times. Very soon I got nice boner and I moved my hand down. I felt my balls, hanging low out of the body and a hot really hard dick. I took only few moves to explode. My cum covered my belly, chest, cheeks, hair and…wall.  Ah, What a relief!

 After cleaning myself and removing my wall art, I try to rest, but a sudden thought frightened me.
Few days before, I visited a local University, very modern, and best of all it offered  absolutely free-of-charge study. With an elevated promise, that after the first year, I could apply for scholarship at any British university, including Oxford and Cambridge. All fully paid by the Libyan government. Insh Allach!  So I enrolled without any hesitation. Later I learned the exact meaning of Insh Allach, I heard hundred times a day. It meant God willing. But it seemed to me that God was on some long, long vacation…

 Anyway, the thought that frightened me was – I could maybe survive in that climate, but how I am going to survive without a hand job, licking, a blow job, to me it was no matter if a girl or boy, but in this oven of a country I was to exist  without fucking!  So in this plan, I had to stay there at least one year, to complete that first year of studies. I knew that Arab girls were out of the question, and only a dream. I knew no Libyan boys, and didn’t know if they are eager to fool-around with boys, or not. Fuck! The whole year alone, just with my hand and memories! That conclusion made me really sad.

 At that time in Libya there were thirty thousand Poles, ten thousand in Tripoli and others spread out around the country, all were working there under travel Visa’s. But they were almost all adults,  having young children. I didn’t hear about any Polish teenagers, girl or boy, around. But shortly, luck smiled on me.

 Coming Friday, as usual, Mom and I we went to the remote beach, where quite a lot of Europeans spent their days off. Mom introduced to me a Polish couple she knew from work.
 “Oh! So nice!” said the lady “our Mareczekwould have a new friend in you”.
 Mareczek” – I winced. That was diminutive of Marek (Mark) a name used for a small boy. The last thing I wanted was babysitting a five year old boy. 

 But then I saw Mareczek, and my thoughts changed in one second. “Perhaps I could babysit Mareczek” twenty four hours a day, Insh Allach! He was so nice! In his swim suit, I could see not only his smiling face, but whole tanned body! He shook my hand and asked,
 “ Are you bored the whole day like me?”
 “Yeah”  “Fuck, there is nothing to do. I can’t even watch TV, that shit is in Arabic”.
 “ So, why don’t you drop by, we can be bored together” I laughed.
 “With pleasure……. So, I heard from my parents, that you were coming to Libya, but they said that you are much older, and was afraid that you wouldn’t be eager to talk to a younger teen” he said.
 “How old are you?”
“Fifteen”
 “I am seventeen. No big difference. And I am really glad to talk to you” I said and explained him where my house was. We discover that he was almost my neighbor, just two streets away.

 “Let’s go swim a bit. It’s so hot” I said mostly to cool down, as my peter was ready to jump out of swimming trunks.

 He came to see me the next day at ten. I opened the door in briefs only. He looked at me and asked
  “I see that you are comfy, can I take of my shirt and jeans? It’s so hot”
  “You can strip naked, if you wish. It’s OK with me” I said.
  
 Without a word he and stripped to his briefs. I offered him a cold drink, then we reclined on my bed and talked for a while. He was from small city south of Poland, no siblings, and was rather a bit shy. I asked him if he was missing his girlfriend. He blushed a bit and admitted that he was too shy to get a girlfriend, just kissed two or three times.
 “And what about you? Did you had a girlfriend in Poland?” – he asked.
 “I had a few, but not dating only one in a  forever relationship”
 “What have you done with them?” he asked. I told him that I did everything, kissing, hand job, licking a pussy, blow job and also fucking.
 “Wow! Do you have any girlfriend here already?
 “No I don’t, no girl, and shit …..not even a wanking buddy” I answered
 “Uh, a Wanking buddy?” I could tell he was surprised.
 “You never jerked off together with a school buddy?”
 “Never. And you?”
 I told him about some wanking with other boys, but without telling him anything more. I was afraid to scare him off at the beginning.
 “How often you wank?” I asked instead.
 He looked at me with a bit of shame and answered “I am so bored here, that up to five times a day”.
 “I see that you peter is ready for a ride” I smiled looking on his briefs. His dick was hard and tip of it’s head slipped out of his briefs “If you want, we can wank together”
 “Are you sure? But you strip first” he said. Without any shame I removed my briefs and made myself comfortable on the bed. He stripped and we started to caress our own dicks. I noticed that he looked for few seconds at my dick. Then turned his eyes with shame.
 “Don’t be ashamed. If you want you can look at my dick, because I am looking at yours. Seeing other boys jacking makes me more excited” I said. 

So we looked at each other’s dicks and wanked slowly, then faster and faster. He moaned and shot his load, spraying up a cum-loaded belly and chest. Almost the same moment I delivered my load all over my body.
“Uff! That was great. What a relief” he said and asked for Kleenex.

 “I have better idea. Let’s take a shower. 

 We went into the bathroom, and entered together into shower. I was clever enough to buy after my first week in Libya three large buckets and had them filled them in with water. This way I could have a quick shower during the day without being scalded with hot terrace water. I used a one liter mug to splash water on our bodies.

  “Turn around, I will help you to wash your back” I said and slowly washed his shoulders, using only soap and my hands. Going down I reached his lovely ass cheeks, which I washed them too. Then I turned him and soaped his chest and belly.

 His dick was semi hard when I touched it. He moaned and stepped back a bit.
 “You have to wash your peter carefully in this climate after masturbation, otherwise you can easily get infection” I said and reached again for his dick and balls.
He didn’t withdraw, but I noticed he was very tense, so I just washed his jewels quickly.  Then he washed my back and front, omitting my dick. I could tell that he was not ready yet. I cleaned my dick and balls myself, rinsed our bodies with water and without drying we returned to my bed. Laying naked we talked again. He wanted me to tell him again about me fucking girls, so I did. 

End Part I of III

Carlo (Poland)