Okay, here is my first submission. If you like it, I definitely have more to write. Some of it is fiction and some of it is true. Let me know if you want more. Be warned, I don't think I caught all of the errors.
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I am an African American gay male who has been very fortunate to travel to different parts of the world. It was all done when I was young so life was lived to the fullest. I was attractive and very outgoing.
I was in the military and stationed in the Republic of Turkey for about 3 years. Before the first Gulf War started, we had a lot of liberty and could travel the country whenever we were off. I loved the country and the people and learned enough Turkish to travel by myself or with very few people.
A group Kusadasi (Ephesus) for the weekend to relax and it was awesome. It was understood that I was gay but nothing was said of it. I got pretty drunk on Turkish red wine at one of the clubs and ended up being sandwiched between two Turkish male jet pilots from Ankara.
During the time that I was dancing with the pilots, there was a really hot Turkish stud dancing with his date that was really petite and pretty. He an American bad boy looks with the bandana, sleeveless jersey, and gelled curly black hair with thick muscles to boot. The stud kept starring at the pilots and I dancing and I just smiled at him. Well, his date didnt like that and she kept turning his head back to her a number of times.
Unknowingly to me, the pilots and I had started to become a little close and intimate. I was just having fun and drunk but we were dancing like I was a female between two males. The pilot in front of me had his hands on my sides with my hands on his shoulders and the pilot behind me had his hands on my waist. They would take turns moving their hands to different parts of my body. I looked over to the couple once again and the date could not tolerate her not having all of his attention and dragged him off the dance floor. I nodded to him as he left the dance floor and noticed that the group that they were going back to all of the girls had angry looks at me and the guys were standing there wide eyed.
One of the females in our group began to pull me from between the two pilots with one arm and they were pulling me to stay with the other making a bigger scene. Finally she told them to come to the bar after I explained to her that they were military also. The pilots and I sat at the bar talking with the bar tender being friendly and smiling which made them upset and after saying some harsh words in Turkish he left.
My friends kept checking to make sure that I was okay and I told them that I was fine. A group of them decided to peel off to another club and told me that they were going to leave someone to keep me safe. The pilots talked me into going back onto the dance floor and it was awesome. It was an open club that was built into cliffs that overlooked the sea. From the entry onto the dance floor you looked down and saw the dance floor with people dancing on a multicolored dance floor. As you gazed upward, you saw the night sky meeting the sea with cliffs to the right and left. I hadnt noticed this scene before and I became drunk and horny from sheer magnitude of how good life was at the moment.
The pilots and I picked up where we left off and there was definitely a sexual charge that could not be missed between us. They were dressed like typical Turkish men, button down shirts and slacks. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a loose button down shirt. The night air had become cooler and the heat from their bodies felt good so just gravitated towards their warmth. The music was slow with a nice hard beat that caused me to begin to revert to what is referred to as grinding. I forgot that I was in a Muslim country dancing with two men again. What kind of brought me back to reality is when the pilot in front put his hands under my shirt and began to run his hands up and down my abs and the one behind me began to caress the back and front of my thighs. Their warm hands felt good on my muscles and I just closed my eyes.
Well, my guardian was there in a flash and said to the two pilots that I had to go. They began to protest and he told them that he was my commander and that I had to leave. They understood that and did not put up anymore protest. He was not really my commander but he was a cool guy that worked for my commander. We walked back to the hotel and my friends were already in the room getting ready for bed.
My friends told me what a spectacle I was but said that nothing would be said when we got back to the base. There were three of us in the bed and I managed to sleep for about half an hour. All of a sudden I felt sober and wide awake. It was past 1 am and I was thirsty. I put on my clothes and tried not to wake my friends but one woke and asked me where I was going. I told him that I was going to get some water and that I would be fine.
There were no concessions at the hotel but the desk person got some water from somewhere. I went outside to drink the water and down the street was walking the two pilots. They greeted me and we hugged like we were old friends. They said that they were on their way to the bus station to see if they could get a bus back to Ankara. I told them that I was staying in that hotel and asked them if they had to leave that night. They said that they could leave tomorrow but they had to be back to their base by the next evening.
The desk clerk came outside to see if everything was okay and I asked him if he had another room. He said that he did but that it only had one bed. I asked them if they mind sharing the room with one bed and they said that they did not, but I made a point of letting them know that I already had a room. I paid for their room and we went to it.
Once in the room, they began doing their nightly routine of going to the bathroom and things the best they could without any overnight items. When they got down to their boxer shorts, I tried to excuse myself for the night but they would not let me and begged me to stay. One went and turned off the lights letting in the natural light from the window and the other began dragging me with both hands to the bed. I did not want to be noisy and protest so I gently gave in.
All of us were in our early twenties. One of the pilots had curly hair medium length and was thin his name was Uhmar. The other had short black hair and was very sinuous his name was Ugel. Uhmar was sitting on the bed with his legs spread unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom to the top. Ugel was behind me undoing my pants. In the moonlit room there were three males with dark complications, two standing and one sitting on a bed with white sheets. This was too much and I began to bone of in my blue briefs and leak.
End Part 1
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I am an African American gay male who has been very fortunate to travel to different parts of the world. It was all done when I was young so life was lived to the fullest. I was attractive and very outgoing.
I was in the military and stationed in the Republic of Turkey for about 3 years. Before the first Gulf War started, we had a lot of liberty and could travel the country whenever we were off. I loved the country and the people and learned enough Turkish to travel by myself or with very few people.
A group Kusadasi (Ephesus) for the weekend to relax and it was awesome. It was understood that I was gay but nothing was said of it. I got pretty drunk on Turkish red wine at one of the clubs and ended up being sandwiched between two Turkish male jet pilots from Ankara.
During the time that I was dancing with the pilots, there was a really hot Turkish stud dancing with his date that was really petite and pretty. He an American bad boy looks with the bandana, sleeveless jersey, and gelled curly black hair with thick muscles to boot. The stud kept starring at the pilots and I dancing and I just smiled at him. Well, his date didnt like that and she kept turning his head back to her a number of times.
Unknowingly to me, the pilots and I had started to become a little close and intimate. I was just having fun and drunk but we were dancing like I was a female between two males. The pilot in front of me had his hands on my sides with my hands on his shoulders and the pilot behind me had his hands on my waist. They would take turns moving their hands to different parts of my body. I looked over to the couple once again and the date could not tolerate her not having all of his attention and dragged him off the dance floor. I nodded to him as he left the dance floor and noticed that the group that they were going back to all of the girls had angry looks at me and the guys were standing there wide eyed.
One of the females in our group began to pull me from between the two pilots with one arm and they were pulling me to stay with the other making a bigger scene. Finally she told them to come to the bar after I explained to her that they were military also. The pilots and I sat at the bar talking with the bar tender being friendly and smiling which made them upset and after saying some harsh words in Turkish he left.
My friends kept checking to make sure that I was okay and I told them that I was fine. A group of them decided to peel off to another club and told me that they were going to leave someone to keep me safe. The pilots talked me into going back onto the dance floor and it was awesome. It was an open club that was built into cliffs that overlooked the sea. From the entry onto the dance floor you looked down and saw the dance floor with people dancing on a multicolored dance floor. As you gazed upward, you saw the night sky meeting the sea with cliffs to the right and left. I hadnt noticed this scene before and I became drunk and horny from sheer magnitude of how good life was at the moment.
The pilots and I picked up where we left off and there was definitely a sexual charge that could not be missed between us. They were dressed like typical Turkish men, button down shirts and slacks. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a loose button down shirt. The night air had become cooler and the heat from their bodies felt good so just gravitated towards their warmth. The music was slow with a nice hard beat that caused me to begin to revert to what is referred to as grinding. I forgot that I was in a Muslim country dancing with two men again. What kind of brought me back to reality is when the pilot in front put his hands under my shirt and began to run his hands up and down my abs and the one behind me began to caress the back and front of my thighs. Their warm hands felt good on my muscles and I just closed my eyes.
Well, my guardian was there in a flash and said to the two pilots that I had to go. They began to protest and he told them that he was my commander and that I had to leave. They understood that and did not put up anymore protest. He was not really my commander but he was a cool guy that worked for my commander. We walked back to the hotel and my friends were already in the room getting ready for bed.
My friends told me what a spectacle I was but said that nothing would be said when we got back to the base. There were three of us in the bed and I managed to sleep for about half an hour. All of a sudden I felt sober and wide awake. It was past 1 am and I was thirsty. I put on my clothes and tried not to wake my friends but one woke and asked me where I was going. I told him that I was going to get some water and that I would be fine.
There were no concessions at the hotel but the desk person got some water from somewhere. I went outside to drink the water and down the street was walking the two pilots. They greeted me and we hugged like we were old friends. They said that they were on their way to the bus station to see if they could get a bus back to Ankara. I told them that I was staying in that hotel and asked them if they had to leave that night. They said that they could leave tomorrow but they had to be back to their base by the next evening.
The desk clerk came outside to see if everything was okay and I asked him if he had another room. He said that he did but that it only had one bed. I asked them if they mind sharing the room with one bed and they said that they did not, but I made a point of letting them know that I already had a room. I paid for their room and we went to it.
Once in the room, they began doing their nightly routine of going to the bathroom and things the best they could without any overnight items. When they got down to their boxer shorts, I tried to excuse myself for the night but they would not let me and begged me to stay. One went and turned off the lights letting in the natural light from the window and the other began dragging me with both hands to the bed. I did not want to be noisy and protest so I gently gave in.
All of us were in our early twenties. One of the pilots had curly hair medium length and was thin his name was Uhmar. The other had short black hair and was very sinuous his name was Ugel. Uhmar was sitting on the bed with his legs spread unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom to the top. Ugel was behind me undoing my pants. In the moonlit room there were three males with dark complications, two standing and one sitting on a bed with white sheets. This was too much and I began to bone of in my blue briefs and leak.
End Part 1