Date: Mon, 1 May 2000 21:46:22 EDT
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: World Tour2/suck/fuck/dildo

World Tour2/suck/fuck/dildo

by Alex Carbine

	Please excuse the slow beginning, but one has to set the 
scene and there is no short way. I have no way of knowing how 
many chapters this will end up with, and I give the usual 
warning that there are graphic descriptions of man to man sex, 
of many types. So if you do not wish to read this, go away 
now!!! However if you do enjoy the titillation reading about this 
can give, hold at the back of your mind that what I describe 
actually happened. I know, I was there!!!!!


Chapter 3.

Istanbul

	If you have read my chapter one, you will know the what 
and why of my travels, so I will not delay any longer. It was a 
short flight to Istanbul and I was fortunate to land in the 
daytime, thus seeing the wonderful panorama of the city that is 
divided by a major waterway. I had arranged a taxi-link direct to 
my hotel and was a little surprised at the lack of visual 
splendour when I arrived outside it. Not really special at all I 
thought. I had chosen the Pera Palace Hotel because Agatha 
Christie had stayed there, allegedly, when she disappeared for 
several weeks, worrying her nearest and dearest, who thought 
the worse had happened to her. However legend has it that she 
just needed to get away from everything and whilst at the hotel 
she mapped out the plot for 'Murder on the Orient Express'. 

A uniformed man at the door took my luggage from the 
car and followed me to the Manager's desk, which was to be 
found off to the left inside the entrance. I was greeted by a 
rotund, smiling, perspiring man who spoke good English when I 
spoke to him concerning my room. It was almost Easter and I 
had expected the hotel to be well booked, but he was able to 
change my room for one that had a view over the city and the 
harbour. I was also given the hotel brochure showing the tours 
of the city, which I read when I took my bath. 

A young boy of about 14 years, dressed in a smart uniform 
took my bags when the Manager pinged the desk bell, and I 
followed him around the corner and into the main reception 
hall. 

	What a splendid hall! A white veined marble floor on 
which stood pink marble columns joined by arches of red and 
white chequer-board marble. A painted ceiling illuminated by 
concealed lighting confused the eye as to the height of the room. 
To my right was a bar lounge, and looking through the doors I 
imagined that the long heavy drapes at the windows were 
probably the ones that Agatha had stared at when seated at the 
writing desks in each window alcove, whilst she listened to her 
muses and wrote.

	The young bell-hop waited whilst I stared in awe, then 
gave me an almost cheeky, toothy smile and continued on to the 
main staircase. What an incredible sweeping and majestic affair 
it was. Starting in two set of stairs at the bottom, they swept 
round and met at the first landing, only to separate and sweep 
round joining again at each of the six floors. Starting between 
these stairways at the bottom was an old open-cage lift, which 
creaked and rattled its' way up, giving an almost asthmatic 
wheeze as it came to a halt at the required floor. Day and night 
it was driven by a young uniformed lift attendant who, when not 
required  by guests or cleaning staff, would sit at ground level 
on the wooden bench at the back of the lift in an almost glazed 
trance, only to be roused by the single ting of the bell in the cab 
which rang once each time someone pushed the call button. 
Dependant on how deep the trance was the number of repeated 
tings, before the lad came to, slid the cage doors closed and 
goaded the lifting gear into action.

	My room was simple, but definitely adequate, with two 
tall windows over the city, and an en suite bathroom with gold 
fittings. The lad showed me how to use the air conditioning, 
television, and showed me the hotel directory of information. He 
laid my cases on the bed and said he would be back up with my 
other cases in a few minutes. I thanked him, gave him a 
generous tip and told him not to hurry and to bring them 
straight in as I was going to have a bath. He looked at the tip I 
had given him and then thanked me profusely as he backed out 
of the door. I liked him.

	In a matter of a couple of minutes I had started my bath 
and unpacked most of my clothes into one of the chest of 
drawers, and hung up the suits that had come up so far. I was 
booked in for a week with the option of another week, and I hate 
living out of a suitcase, wearing creased and crumpled clothes. I 
normally travel light but had bought some fashion clothes in 
Rome - I just couldn't resist them - so I had four largish 
suitcases instead of the two I started with. I put the two empty 
suitcases on top of the wardrobe, slipped out of my clothes and 
sank into my bath to read the brochure I had been given. The 
bubble bath supplied made the water smell of lavender and 
roses and I relaxed as I read.

	It was not long before I heard a knock at my door. I called 
from the bath and the bell boy entered with my other cases. He 
came to the bathroom door and asked if I wanted him to unpack 
them and put the contents with my other clothes. I thought that 
the tip I had given him was probably making him work for 
another, and the cases did not contain anything of value, like 
my wallet or passport, which were secure in the room's safe.

	I continued to read the brochure about the trips I could do, 
whilst I heard him potter about humming to himself as he 
opened and closed closets and drawers, putting away my shirts, 
suits and shoes. Then I heard him stop humming, and I could 
not hear him moving, and I was sure I had not heard him go out 
the door. Anyway he had not hinted at another tip before he left. 

	"Is everything all right?" I called out. The boy came to the 
partially closed bathroom door and asked, "Where shall I put 
this,  Sir?" 

	"What is it?" I asked. "A black shaving bag containing 
some items, Sir" he answered. I could not remember a black 
bag, and asked him if he would bring it in to me to look at. He 
stepped into the bathroom and held the bag out at arm's length, 
coming only near enough so that I could take hold of it. I had 
never seen it before. He stood there whilst I opened the 
drawstrings and pulled the mouth of the bag open. Inside I 
found a note and some items. The note was from Peter, who 
must have slipped the bag into my case in Rome before I left. It 
read "Dear Alex, I know you were only due to stay for a few 
days, but I am sorry you had to go so soon. I shall remember our 
time together, as I hope you will remember. Enclosed are a few 
things to remind you. All my love, Peter." I put the note on the 
stool beside the bath and took out the three items from the bag 
and arranged them on the bath side. The first was a thin anal 
probe. The second was a thick butt-plug. The third was a six 
inch long black cock which stood on a suction cup behind the 
realistic balls. The young lad's eyes were like saucers as he took 
in what was infront of him. 

	I looked up at him. "You had looked in the bag before you 
called me, didn't you?" I asked gently. He nodded and his face 
started to go bright red. "Don't worry. You are not in any 
trouble." He had hunched slightly, and he seemed to straighten 
up. "I did not know these were in my bags. The note is from a 
friend in Rome. They are his parting gift to me." He took this in 
as he nodded to me slowly. I picked up the black cock and 
looked at it, holding it by its base and washing it in the soapy 
water of my bath, almost wanking it. I had half expected the boy 
to go, but he did not move. I looked over to him and his eyes 
were riveted on the black cock in my hands. I smiled at him and 
said, "Do you want to hold it?" He hesitated and gave his 
bottom lip an nervous lick. "Go on," I urged gently, "Take it." 

	I held it out to him. He had to take a couple of paces 
forward. His hand closed around the black shaft. I opened my 
hand and took it away, back into the bath to swirl the water 
around abit. My cock was getting hard and the tip was just 
peeping through the thin layer of bubbles on the water. The boy 
laughed almost like a giggle, his eyes alight with fun. He looked 
at the dildo first one way then another, his teeth flashing as he 
smiled. Then he suddenly became serious and said to me "I am 
sorry Sir. I should not have disturbed you like this. I must be 
going now."

	With both hands I cupped my balls and lay back a bit. My 
stiff cock broke the surface. I watched his eyes as they flitted 
from the sight of my cock to my own eyes and back to my cock. 
"Are you allowed to run errands for Guests?" I asked. "Yes Sir," 
he answered, suddenly becoming embarrassed by the object he 
was still holding and not knowing really where to put it. "Maybe 
you would like to do something for me?" I said, and with my 
right hand I took hold of my cock and started to wank myself 
slowly. He watched mesmerised. "That is .. if you want to.. I 
don't want to get you into any trouble." He moved forward to 
stand beside the bath, looking straight down at me. He placed 
the black dong on the bath side with the other toys and said, "I 
have heard of others running errands but," he hesitated to find 
the correct words, "but I have never been asked to run" he 
nodded at my cock, "these errands myself." "It is your choice," I 
said bending my cock forward so it stood straight up out of the 
water, "I would not want you to do anything that you did not 
want to do." I smiled at him and sat up so my cock disappeared 
beneath the foam. He turned and made for the door, then 
stopped and turned back, holding the door ajar. "I will see the 
Manager and ask if he will let me run your errand. I will tell him 
that you have a package you want to post. We do not take 
packages to post at the front desk, they have to go from the Post 
Office, which is about 20 minutes away. My work hours are 
almost complete. He may let me go early." He went round the 
door, and then his face re-appeared. "I would like to come back 
Sir, if that is allright with you?" "I look forward to it," I replied, 
and he was gone. I heard the main door close with a click as he 
went out, and I climbed out of my bath. Standing infront of the 
full length mirror beside the toilet and I looked at the reflection. 
There I stood, 50 plus, in a foreign land, slightly over weight, 
and with a stonking hard-on, waiting for a young lad of 14 to 
come back to my room. And I had only just got here!!!!!!

	I briskly dried myself off and put on the white towelling 
robe supplied by the Hotel. In my room I opened the bar fridge 
and poured myself a beer. I lay back on the bed and flicked 
through the Hotel Directory. The third page listed the channels 
that the TV received, which was very comprehensive as the 
hotel was hooked up to satellite TV. Using the remote I 
thumbed through the channels, stopping on CNN to catch up 
with the latest world news. Nothing much  had changed and I 
had almost finished my beer when there was a light knocking at 
my door. "Its open" I called and to my surprise the lad came in 
quickly and closed the door behind him. I did not think he 
would actually return, and certainly not so soon.

	"It is done. I am to be let off work now, half an hour early, 
as I am to take your package to the Post Office. It is good, no?" 
I laughed and then asked him, "Won't they expect to see you go 
out of the hotel with a package?" "Do not worry, Sir. There are 
several ways out for me, and who would think I am not going to 
the Post Office?" "So what would you do when you finish 
work?" I asked him. "I would probably go to my room, Sir. I 
live in the Hotel." "You do not live at home?" I asked. "I have 
not home, Sir. My father is dead, and my mother could not feed 
me and my other brothers. I left two years ago, and I live here, 
and make good moneys." "How old are you?" I asked, "and 
come over here. You don't need to stand by the door." He 
moved across the room and sat on the side of the bed, next to 
me. He looked down at his hands in his lap and then up at me. 
"I am thirteen. I will be fourteen next month. It is my birthday." 
He gave a slight smile that was tinged with sadness. "I am the 
eldest in my family." "Would you like a drink," I said, raising 
my glass of beer. "Drinking alcohol is against my religion. But, 
however, I will have a Coke." "Help yourself," I said, gesturing 
the bar fridge. He pulled out a Coke bottle, opened it and drank 
from the open top. I watched as he swallowed it down, his lips 
wrapped round the upturned bottle neck and my cock started to 
twinge as I remembered why the lad had come back to my 
room.

	I moved my legs apart as I lay on the bed with my back 
supported by the pillows. My robe fell open revealing my semi-
hard cock. He finished the bottle and placed it carefully in the 
rubbish bin. I scratched my balls as he straightened up and the 
movement caught his eye. His face started to blush again, and 
he looked uncomfortable. 

"Are you quite sure you want to be here?" I asked gently. 
He nodded several quick, jerky nods. I got up off the bed and 
went over to him. "Come on," I said, putting my hand to the 
back of his neck and pushing him into motion, "Let's get you in 
the shower. You must be hot and sweaty." He looked up at me 
and smiled. "Thank you Sir." he said. "Oh and that's another 
thing," I said. "My name is Alex, not Sir. What do your friends 
call you?" "Demi," he answered, "My friends call me Demi." 
And with that we went into the bathroom.

Peter's presents were still on the edge of the bath and I sat 
beside them. Demi carefully took off his uniform jacket, shoes 
and trousers, placing them over the back of the chair in the 
corner. I noted he did not wear socks, and his 't' shirt and pants 
had seen better days, but were clean. His back was towards me 
and he looked round over his shoulder. "Shower," I said 
pointing to the cubicle. He took off his 't' shirt and looked over 
his shoulder at me again. "Soap," I said holding out a fresh 
tablet. He self-consciously took down his pants and laid them 
ontop of his uniform. Then he turned round to face me.

At first he covered himself with his hands. I smiled and his 
hands dropped to each side. His skin was slightly dark, as if he 
had a good tan, but there was no 'bikini' mark, he was 'tanned' 
all over. He had a thin bush of hair at the base of his 
circumcised cock, and his balls hung quite low. His cock was 
about three inches long, and jutted out from his body before 
drooping down with gravity. "Come here," I said with my arms 
open, and he came over to me as I sat on the bath. I put my arms 
round him and he put his head against mine, with his chin on 
my shoulder. I tightened my arms round his middle. He put his 
arms round my shoulder, and then he surprised me. He started 
to cry. 

We stayed like that for at least a couple of minutes, I 
holding his waist, he my shoulders, whilst he quietly, gently 
sobbed. Then I moved my hand to pat him between his shoulder 
blades in comfort, like burping a baby. He moved back a bit and 
looked me in the face. His tongue licked the tears off his top lip. 
He sniffed. Tears welled up in his eyes again. I pulled him to me 
and he bawled like a kid who had fallen over and grazed his 
knee. Then he was just sucking in air. Then he was wiping his 
eyes with his hands. I pushed him away from me alittle and 
said, "Life's tough, isn't it?" He nodded slightly and gave 
another big sniff. "Go on, go and have a shower." I stood up and 
opened the shower cubicle door and turned on the spray. I set 
the temperature and stood aside so he could enter, then passed 
him the soap. He stood under the falling water so it soaked his 
black wavy hair, then he started to wash himself. I watched as 
he soaped under then along his arms. Then he soaped his 
hairless chest, working round to his back. Then each leg in turn, 
until finally he worked up a fist full of lather and washed his 
cock and balls with one hand, whilst the other worked up and 
down the crack of his arse. Then, covered in soap everywhere, 
he stood back under the jet and washed it all off. I handed him 
some shampoo and he washed and rinsed his hair, then I stood 
waiting with an open towel and he stepped out of the shower. 
Kneeling down I rubbed him all over with the towel until he was 
dry, and then threw it in the corner with a "Ta!Da!" He stood 
infront of me as I knelt there and I leaned forward and kissed 
the cleft of his chest. He ran a hand through my hair like a comb 
as I kissed him. I moved back a little and looked down. His cock 
was stiffening. I leaned into him again and kissed him as before, 
but this time I moved my right hand up and cupped his balls 
gently. He moved his legs apart a bit to allow me easier access.

His cock was definitely becoming engorged. I could feel it 
getting harder between his legs where I was stroking his balls. I 
ran a finger back from them to his anus and felt the base of his 
cock twitch and pump as I carefully squeezed them. I looked up 
at him, but he had his head back, looking at the ceiling. I moved 
my left hand to grip his now stiff cock, and started to wank him 
slowly, all the while gently playing and squeezing his balls and 
their sack. He moved his feet further apart and tightened the 
muscles in his legs. His hands went to his hips and he thrust 
himself forwards, towards me, as I slowly pumped his cock. He 
was breathing through his mouth and panting audibly with little 
"Ah!" sounds. I licked the tip of his cock with the tip of my 
tongue. He bent his shoulders back more in a bid to thrust 
himself further forward. I took the head of his cock in my mouth 
and tickled the 'g' string under the helmet with my tongue, and 
then deep throated him. He gave a loud "Ah!" as I reached the 
base of his cock with my lips. I slowly pulled my head back 
then thrust down on him again. Several times I slowly withdrew 
his cock from my throat only to swallow it quickly and to the 
hilt. My right hand was still massaging his balls, and the index 
finger of my left hand was rubbing his ring. I felt that he was 
about to cum, and this was confirmed when he held my head 
and started thrusting into my mouth. Seven, eight, nine thrusts 
and then he began to spill his boycum. He gave me three hard 
squirts then he went dry, but continued to fuck my mouth for 
another five or six times, before the intensity of his orgasm 
made him stop. He just stood there, not moving, with his hands 
on my head and his rigid cock in my mouth. I let him stay like 
that for a few seconds then I pulled my head away, and ran his 
spunk over my tongue and around my mouth. Young, fresh 
sperm has a taste all of its own. Then, as he looked down at me 
with dreamy eyes, I swallowed his load, and licked the end of 
his dick clean.




Chapter Four.



He fetched me a beer and had another Coke himself as we 
lay together on the bed, watching the TV. CNN was repeating 
the news again, and I reached over for the remote. Demi took it 
from me and changed the channel for a number not on the 
listings. A blue screen appeared with a message 'Key in 
number'. He used the remote to key in four figures that came up 
as asterisks on the screen. The picture wobbled for a couple of 
seconds and then cleared. It was a gay film. I looked down at 
him and said, "What's this then?" "It's the Hotel. These films 
run all day and night. Sometimes my job is to change the tapes 
when they finish. I have the coding so I can monitor the quality 
of picture. There are three channels. Man and man. Girl and 
girl. Man and girl. We have just had some new tapes, so I have 
not seen these yet." "Do you usually watch them?" I asked. "I 
can only watch them in the Guest rooms. There is not television 
in our room." "What do you mean, our room, Demi?" "I am one 
of six boys who work here. We each have a bed and a locker all  
in one room." "What all six of you in one room?" "Yes. I have 
no privacy. When we can we use an empty guest room. Then I 
can watch TV." He turned to me with a big grin. "This is good, 
No?" On the screen two well hung men were being sucked and 
wanked by as third who knelt between them. As we watched he 
stood up and stroked a good ten inches, then bent over a chair 
and the one he  had been sucking started to feed his monster 
into the guy's arsehole. A close-up showed the thick, veined 
cock sliding all the way in. "Do you like this type of sex?" Demi 
asked me. "Have you tried it?" I countered. "No," he said 
looking back to the screen, "But I would like to." He said it so 
casually I could not believe it. Here was this almost 14 year old 
telling me he wanted to have his bum fucked. "It is not as easy 
as it looks," I said. "Remember these guys are doing it for the 
cameras. You have to relax your ring, and have it stretched a 
little. You also need to use condoms and a lubricant." "Are your 
friends gifts for stretching it?" Demi asked, looking back at me, 
his eyes sparkling in the light. "So that's it. I wondered what all 
this was about!" I said. "You saw them and you wanted to take 
a chance." Demi started to giggle and turned to face me, 
standing on all fours on the bed. "Well are they?" he asked 
again. He shuffled up the bed to me, turned round and with his 
bum in the air, his head and shoulders on the bed, he reached 
round and opened the cheeks of his arse to show me his 
puckered ring. "Do you think it needs stretching much, before I 
can take your cock?" "Hold on a minute," I said, running my 
finger lightly up and down the inviting crack of his arse. "You 
are going to have to learn what you are doing first. Its one thing 
to watch a movie, but its another thing," and I pushed my finger 
into his hole, "to actually do it." He moved forward, falling in a 
heap with a yelp. "Ahh! That hurts!" I playfully slapped his 
rump and said, "Go and get Peter's Toys, and I will show you 
how they can be used." Immediately Demi got up off the bed 
and went into the bathroom, coming back quickly with the toys. 
I had gone to one of my drawers and got a supply of condoms 
and a tube of KY. He bounced onto the bed and laid the toys out 
on a towel on the pillows. I also took out my gold plated cock 
ring, and inserted my balls and cock through it as I talked to 
him.

"Firstly, always use a condom with any toy. It can stop 
infection if you have not washed it properly from the last time, 
and also if it has been used by someone else, well, you 
know.." I gave him a foil packet to open and he tore it in half, 
took the rolled rubber and started to put it on the black cock. 
"Hold on a moment, I think we'll start with this." I gave him the 
anal probe and another condom. He rolled the rubber down the 
probe, which was made of soft blue jelly, was about ten inches 
long, about half an inch thick, and had lumps all the way down 
it. "OK. Now let's get this covered," and I gave him the butt 
plug, which was pink, made of a hard but pliant pink rubber and 
was about six inches long and about two inches at its thickest, 
and about one inch across at the neck before the 't' bar. Demi 
rolled another rubber over the plug, and holding it up, asked 
how it would help him. "Let me show you. Spread some of this 
over the probe." I gave him the tube of KY and he rubbed a 
little between his fingers. I got on all fours and told him to put a 
bit on his finger, then work it into my hole.

I felt him at my back door, then he slid his finger in 
slowly. I told him to pull out, grease up the probe, and put that 
in instead. He slowly eased the probe into my bum hole, and I 
could not stop the shivers going up my spine as each lump on 
the probe forced its way past my sphincter muscle. "OK. Now 
slowly fuck my hole with it," I told him, and Demi started to 
saw the probe in and out of my arse. I looked down between my 
legs and I could see my semi-hard on dripping pre-cum onto the 
bed cover. I reached through to give myself a wank, but Demi 
realised what I wanted and started to milk my dick with one 
hand whilst the other fucked my arse. With his help I got harder 
and harder until I was really stiff, the cock ring helping me to 
maintain my hard on.  I could feel the thick shoulder of the ring 
biting slightly into my flesh at the base of my pumped up cock. 
Demi took hold of the ring and jiggled it slightly, which 
heightened the feeling for me, and eased the trapped flesh.

"OK Demi. Take it out and try the plug." Demi withdrew 
the probe and greased up the plug. When he put it to my ring I 
consciously relaxed my muscle as though I was having a crap 
and pushed back against it. "Rotate it slightly as you push it in," 
I told him and it started to ease in until with a sudden plop it 
was sitting inside me with my ring closing round the waist 
before the 't' bar end. "What does this do?" he asked. "Well 
Demi, It stretched the muscle as it went in and now the muscle 
is sitting on the waist, and is not fully closed. Try to pull it out 
and then put it back in." This he did and found it to be a lot 
easier than the first time. "I'll leave it in for a couple of minutes 
and then I'll try the cock." Demi took hold of the black rubber 
cock and started to apply KY to it, enjoying the feeling of the 
slippery wank he was giving it. I reached round behind me, took 
hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. Then I lay my head and 
shoulders down on the bed and held my cheeks apart just as 
Demi had done earlier. "Now you can try that dick on me. I 
think I'm ready." Demi took hold of the base of the dildo and 
applied the tip to my bum hole. Then, slowly corkscrewing it 
one way then the other, he inserted it into me right up to the hilt. 
It felt fantastic. He then slowly fucked my arse with it, the 
rubber cock slipping in and out as he pushed and pulled it. Then 
I felt him take hold of my cock and start to wank me in time to 
his in and outs with the  fake dick. This went on for a couple of 
minutes until I told him I had to take a breather for a moment. 
He stopped, left the dick inside me and moved off the bed. 
I reached round and held the cock to stop it slipping out. Then 
Demi was back on the bed and he took hold of the dildo. He 
gave it a couple more pushes then I felt him take it out. Next 
thing I knew he had moved closer behind me and I felt him slip 
his own dick into me. His hands got hold of my hips and he 
started shafting me deep and hard. "It OK Alex," he said as he 
pumped me, "I use a rubber." Considering he had already cum 
once he was definitely full of stamina. I felt his climax build and 
then I could feel the ridge of his cockhead expand and scrape up 
and down the inside of my love tube. Then he was digging slow 
and deep and he shot his load into the rubber buried in my guts. 
It was all too much for me and I started to shoot my load all over 
the top of the bed. I just shot and shot and shot, pumping wad 
after wad out of my balls. Then I was just twitching as Demi 
slowly enjoyed an after the cum slow fuck, going as fast as his 
sensitive dick end would allow. I just lay there and let him.

Finally it was time to clean up. "So do you understand 
now that you can't just be fucked without preparation?" "Yes, I 
can understand it," he replied with his slightly accented way of 
speaking. "When will you do it to me?" he asked. "Not today," I 
said. "You've had enough for one day I think." Demi looked 
down at the bed and then up at me. "But you will do it to me, 
won't you?" "If you really want. Let's try and work things out 
for tomorrow, eh?" Demi bounced up and down on the bed with 
anticipation. Then he stopped and asked me with a serious tone 
to his voice, "Can I bring my friend Ali? He is my close friend. 
We play with each other sometimes at night if we can get a 
room and watch the films... He was the lift boy today. Did you 
notice him?" I knew who he meant but I was not going to let on 
so easily. "I'll think about it. Let me know tomorrow when you 
are off and maybe we can go and do some sightseeing together."

Demi took to the idea immediately and offered at once to 
be my personal guide. After he had dressed and left my room I 
sat watching the porn film wondering what the hell had hit me.


Next time, Demi introduces me to Ali.