got up between naked boys and a lovely cock next to me, listening to some german medieval profan music /the guy has an amazing archive…
his name is alb as far as I understood or something like that. Actually I have this problem with turkish names, I have to ask how it is spelled but sometimes (actually never) I have time for that.
I met and fucked with many boys as most of my followers know. But this guy has something over me. a secret wisdom of love and knowledge.
During morning coffee (he also loves morning coffee just like me!) he was wearing white thongs over his well build chocolate tanned skin and also speedo lines were easily seen.
I only had my undies on so he said he could owe me some of his old jockstraps. The feeling of wearing something that belongs to him was so intense for me, I started to tremble, he noticed that! Came next to me and gave me the warmest hug since years.
Florian is also convinced that he is my mr. right. Not only speaks very well English and German, he is also an expert in music, arts and science.
I told him about my twinktrophy blog, he looked at it from his tablett and said “reneaissance eyes”… The most beautiful compliment I have ever got.
He asked if I could stay a bit more with him. But I have to turn back to vienna. He said “Ok, no problem!” Not insisted!
Insist! Please do that, I was thinking from inside.
And he said as if he was reading my thoughts “No Tobias, I won’t insist. If you think that you belong to me you will be insisting to yourself…”
We are looking through mountains, naked on his terrace. Only a nuns gregorian choir (a rare self made record from a monastery in Southern France! How did he manage to???) birds chirping and sun…
Not talking a word. I am writing these through his tablet. I look at him sometimes and whenever I look at him he turns his eyes to me. He feels me. And I do feel him. You know I am too less, asshamingly less mystical. But this is something I wouldn’t believe unless seeing it.
His clean well trimmed pubes and white balls are standing like a greek god statue. I can not mentiong here the beauty of his cock but all I can say, the V - veins of his muscled abdominals do accompany and repraise the long meaty cock.
I don’t think anymore that I am in love. I don’t think anymore! I am fucking in love.
FUCK! And as I am writing the sentence above he looked at me and said “I am in love with you too tobias…”
I guess I should stop thinking near him:)
I am going to call Georges and ask for three-four days more holiday. Florian can stay with us here. Because they have talked 5 hrs about the Bavarian History yesterday evening. Florian said “Take him or I will take him!”
Ok I am not a racist or I do not suffer from prejudices; however I have never met a turkish boy like this, cultivated more than any european boy, not fixed on religion and has a bright, wonderful aesthetic feeling.
I am in love with a Turkish boy. Insalah :))
xxx tobias. have a bright, sunny lovely sunday like mines…