Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 22:38:03 +0800
From: tazmania  <tazmania@bolt.com>
Subject: Traveling Around The World - Part 3

Israel

I have learned to love this country. At first it isn't a beautiful country
if you look at it seeing only its landscapes. It is very difficult to have
any kind of relationship with the people of this country for obvious
reasons, but after my second time visiting this land I became more
interested in what I could get from them. I always wondered how the Jews
looked like, I mean, the religious, orthodox Jews, those men always covered
by those heavy, black garments under that hot, inclement sun. In Israel I
kind of developed an urge to go to the toilets everywhere I saw one, not
really because I wanted to pee or do number 2, but because I wanted to have
the chance to peek at one of those big, bearded men taking a leak. Of
course not everybody in Israel dresses up like that, although most of them
are religious people, anyway, just like it happens anywhere in the
world. Even when the men don't wear those black robes, black hats and curls
hanging down their faces, they still wear their kipahs. We usually tend to
think that all the Jewish people think about is religion, but I had the
chance to see the orthodox people leading a very mundane and secular
life. They used their cell phones even when they were in the synagogues (I
saw this scene at this particular synagogue at the Western Wall); saw them
smoking, drinking and, why not say that they certainly think about sex? If
you don't believe this just take a look at the great amount of baby
strollers on the streets of Tel Aviv, Jerusalem and everywhere you go in
the country.

And these fantasies filled my mind, those men, so taciturn on the outside,
seeming so concentrated in other things but sex, which seemed something so
unimportant. But when the doors were closed on their backs and they saw
themselves confined to their bedrooms with their wives, they became hot,
insatiable men, seeking to put out the fire burning between their
legs. Although I don't believe that what I'm going to say now is true, it
is felt and perceived by everybody, based on their attitudes expressed to
the world, that the women are treated as objects and have no right to
express themselves. Of course this is just an impression we get based on
the culture of the country, which comes from a patriarchal background, but
to me, it helps to fuel my mind and my fantasies of brute men abusing their
wives, making them satisfy their needs of sexual pleasures and things like
these. I always like to put myself on the shoes of someone who has to
fulfill every need of a handsome (for me handsome doesn't mean 'hunk') and
masculine man in the exactly sense of the word. A man that likes to fuck a
pussy or an ass basically because he has his needs and has to be
relieved. I like to think that I am the right object of relief for a man to
use, have his pleasure and be content. It doesn't really have to have love
involved in the act itself, lust is enough and a bit of malice is more than
I can ask for. What really drives me wild is to be aware that a man is
turned on by the fact that he is fulfilling a teenager need of a man, a
real man, and he gives it without compromising his sexuality and that he
fucks me because he had the chance to do it and knew that I wanted it too;
fucks me because he saw my eyes spark at the sight of his cock; fucks me
because he knew I craved for a real man's cock. That's it!

And I had my chance of getting a piece of a Jewish cock when I was in
Israel. My father and I flew from Istanbul two days after the night he
fucked me raw and deep after finding out I liked, not only a piece of cock
buried up my ass, but the whole thing instead. When he left the bathroom
after taking his shower he told me to order something to eat and said that
he was going to bed and that I didn't need to worry about him. He seemed
kind of embarrassed and didn't say a word about what had just happened
between us. I took my shower and when I returned to the bedroom he was
already asleep and snoring lightly, probably due to the alcohol he had
ingested. He was wearing cotton shorts and I let my eyes wander over his
beautiful, masculine body. Still under the effect of the feeling of his
body touching mine, engulfing mine, entering mine, I felt an urge to
snuggle in his arms and sleep there too. The next day and the other we
behaved like nothing exceptional had occurred between a father and a
son. He didn't treat me bad, mad or even disappointed with me. It was as if
the events of the previous day had been erased completely. My old, same dad
was back and I decided that it was OK with me. Of course now I know better
and my old man and I have established a relationship far beyond
understanding. We don't try to explain it the same way we don't try to
understand it. We just feel OK.

>From the Ben Gurion airport we headed straight to the hotel, Olympia,
which faces the sea. The flight had been a short one, but we wanted to rest
a little before we started meeting the people we were supposed to. This was
not my first visit to Israel and, therefore, I already knew what I'd do
while my father kept his schedule. A little after 4:00 pm my father left
and I decided to walk on the beach. After a while and having walked
considerably far from the hotel, I took a bus and got off on Alemby street
where you can find a lot of small stores selling souvenirs and other stuff
for those who want to say they've been to Israel. Not far from there I
decided to go to a shopping center, Dizengoff, and spend the rest of the
day there, eat something and then go back to the hotel. Shopping centers in
Israel are the safest places to be because nobody can enter without being
searched for bombs and weapons. Therefore, there are a lot of people
shopping, eating, kissing and, of course, lots of children. I thought it
was time for me to eat something and stopped at one of the many places
crowded with people. I ordered one Falafel and less than ten minutes later
a man approached my table carrying a tray with my order. For a moment our
eyes met and he set the tray on the table and said: "Be vacasha", to which
I responded "Todah", and he left leaving me stunned by his, of course,
stunning presence. That was a real specimen of a man. I confess that he
really took my breath away. He was wearing black pants, white shirt and his
kipah on top of his head like almost everybody else and that was all. He
was probably around 35 years old, large body, but not fat. Involuntarily,
probably out of habit, my eyes dropped to his crotch level and I gave a
good look. There was no evident bulge, but immediately I began to undress
him in my mind, trying to figure out how he looked like without clothes. I
could never imagine that I would soon find out.

From time to time I noticed that he eyed me from behind the counter and I'm
sure he noticed that I was eyeing him too since our eyes met many times. He
seemed to be the owner of the place, but that didn't stop him from working
just like everybody else. And it was because I was stalking him with my
eyes that I saw when he threw his apron aside and walked towards the
toilets and the last thing de did was to look at me before disappearing on
the corner. Only then I realized that I could have my chance to see a
Jewish cock up close, even if it was half hidden in the pants.

There are certain things in Israel I think I'll never get used to. One of
them is that some toilets, both men and women, share the same reception
area. That is, men and women arrive at the same area where the sinks are
and then they split to the places where the stalls are. As soon as I
entered the men's room I spotted him, Ya'acov is his name, in the position
we do when we are about to piss, still fumbling with his pants and I stood
at his side also fumbling with my own pants. Since he was taller than me I
kept my eyes down and I saw when he hauled out his cock. He was using the
right hand, which blocked my vision of his tool, but he looked at me and
must have realized that I was looking at his crotch and used the other hand
to hold his cock in the right angle and let go of his bladder, which flowed
in a steady and strong jet of piss, making that so familiar sound of piss
hitting the ceramic below. I kept looking at his cock and eventually raised
my eyes to him who looked down at me. He said something in Hebrew, but I
didn't get it and answered him in English that I could not speak his
language. "Oh, so you're not from here? I asked what you were looking
at. My cock?" He kept pissing. "Yeah, I..., I..." I simply could not find
my words. "You were staring at me pissing, you've never seen a man pissing
before?" He asked and looked towards the door. "I..., I'm sorry, I was
just..." "Do you like to look at a man's cock, is that it? Did you wanna
see my cock? That's why you followed me?" His flow was diminishing now,
almost stopping. Hell, what have I got to loose, anyway? He'll never see me
again. "Yes, I thought that maybe I could see if your cock could match your
looks. I just wanna check it out".  Man, where did I get that?

Looking again over his shoulder at the door he said, "So, did you like it?"
He was shaking it now to get rid of those last drops that always wind up
landing in our underwear, no matter how much you shake it. "Well, I can see
it clearly now and I think it is nice. But I always like to touch it to be
sure. Can I touch yours?" He gave another nervous look towards the door and
said "Come over here!" and entered one of the stalls after making me go
first. I sat on the commode and he stood in front of me, his crotch at my
eyes level. My God, I could not believe that the man I had thought as a
'god' was in front of me and I was about to see his cock. Through the fly,
which was already open, he fished his cock once again and it hung there
before my eyes, soft and waiting. Without asking him I reached with my
hands and pulled his pants down as I asked him to raise his shirt. I also
lowered the underwear and was rewarded with this magnificent view of a
mature man, with strong and hairy legs and abdomen, and a hung cut cock
with two big balls hanging low. I must have stared a little longer than he
expected because I heard him say "So, did you like it? Can I pull my pants
up now?" He asked under his breath and made a move to recompose himself,
but I wouldn't let this opportunity pass without getting a little more from
him. "No", I said a little louder than I wanted and took his penis in my
hand. He stopped and waited a little more to see what my intentions were. I
began manipulating his shaft up and down and felt when it started to
grow. One of the things that I love is to put a soft cock in my mouth and
feel it growing inside. And that was exactly what I did. I approached his
cock and took it in my mouth and swallowed the still soft, but growing,
head. I don't think he was expecting this because he startled and leaned
back against the door, letting a 'whuufff' escape his lips. After this, his
cock grew really hard quickly and I sucked on it like a pro. "Holy shit,
kid, what are you doing?" He whispered. We heard the other door open and
another man began to piss and he got nervous and removed his cock from my
mouth. I thought of protesting but he put a finger to his lips and told me
to be quiet. As soon as the man left he opened the door and told me to go
to my table and wait for his signal to follow him.

About thirty minutes later we were in this big area on the underground that
I guess was their storage room and nobody would never catch us unwarily
there. The illumination was poor and you could barely see something beyond
the halo of the light bulb hanging down, and it was also crowded with many
boxes. Without wasting time he unzipped and exposed his cock to me. Only
this time it was already hard when it jutted out of his underwear. "Now you
can suck on my cock. God, I never thought I would do this someday. What's
going on with me?" I didn't bother in finding him an answer because he was
only arguing with himself and I had other business in mind with his cock
inviting me to get closer.

What made a Jewish cock more delicious (besides the fact that this one was
fat, long and had a pair of hairy balls below it) was that notion of
forbidden thing; was the awareness that I had taken this man to do
something that he was not used in doing. The feeling that the two of us
were hiding in that dark room, doing something that nobody would approve,
while life kept going around us was a plus to me. While I sucked him I
heard him moan vaguely. I was too concentrated on his taste, the taste of
cheese and smell of urine, but I still could register what was going on
with him. I felt his body dance according to the rhythm imposed by my
tongue and my hands. But I wanted more room to explore him. He was a
beautiful specimen of Jewish man and I wanted to engrave him in my
memory. I asked him to get rid of his pants and he did lower them, but did
not remove them from his body, leaving them between his feet. But that was
OK, so far. I raised his cock and held it against his belly and dove my
face underneath his balls and licked them, my tongue sometimes reaching
close to his butthole. "Yeah, lick my balls".  He said under his breath
and, although I could not see him, I was sure that his eyes were closed and
he also kept his hands on my head like every man does when someone is
sucking his cock or balls.

"OK, young man, it's super and I wish I could stay a little more, but I
have to get back otherwise people will come here looking for me. And
besides, I can't take it any longer. I want to cum now. I need to cum now!
Stand aside and let me finish". His words brought a bucket of cold water
over my head. I was planning to make a lot more with him, but there was
nothing I could do. Wait a minute. There were a lot of things I could not
do with him, but there was some thing I still could do. Since I would not
be taking his cock up my ass, I would make it up receiving his cum in my
mouth. Leaving his cock for a moment I looked up already noticing him
wanting to take charge of his cock to beat it off, I told him that I wanted
him to cum in my mouth. "What? You mean you want me to cum in your mouth?"
He seemed genuinely surprised. "Yeah, please, I want to suck you until you
cum in my mouth, please." "Well, if you want it that bad, it's fine with
me".  And it was him who took my head with both hands and pulled me towards
his cock. I swallowed his tube of flesh and sucked on it like a baby
sucking on a bottle. He leaned against a pile of boxes and relaxed his
muscles, allowing his body to enjoy the pleasure it was getting. I massaged
his balls and slurped on his tool. Therefore, I noticed when he tensed and
his balls got rigid in preparation for the act of expelling their
nectar. He was groaning and his hands caressed my head and held it
strongly, avoiding it to get away from the hard cock. Now he was taking
charge of the action and his hips began to move forward and pump my
mouth. I stopped directing the movements and let him do what he wanted
because he had reached the point where all he wanted was to shove his meat
hard and good inside something wet and hot. I simply held to his strong
legs and got ready for what he had to me. "Yeah, nice mouth of yours, nice,
hot, fucking mouth I'm fucking here. And I'm gonna fill it with my spunk
now. Take it!" At saying this he spread his legs and thrust his pelvis into
my face and held his cock buried in my mouth and began to cum. The jets
splattered the walls of my mouth and began to run immediately down my
gullet. The taste was wonderful and he had a very viscous semen, like big
drops of liquid soap, and he filled my mouth in six or seven volleys of
cum. The noise he made filled my head and I almost came there.

When I sucked him completely dry and cleaned his cock to the point he was
totally flaccid and quite sensitive, he pulled his pants up and asked me
how old I was. When I said 13, he said "Wow, you're my son's age! Where did
you learn to do this?" I shrugged indicating that it really didn't
matter. "Well, thanks a lot, I have never had a blowjob in my life
before. If you ever want to come back again, my name is Ya'acov." I told
him my name and said that we would probably see each other next year when I
came back to Israel. He gave me his card and told me to call him then. We
left that area and I really met him in the future.