Originally published by SirDavid on Reddit
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This story is a little different to my others, but again is true and documents the journey of one of my boys. Berk’s life has changed quite dramatically all because he did what many boys dream of, he gave himself to his Sir.
We met in Turkey where I was doing some consulting work, travelling to Istanbul every second week. The company I worked for looked after me well, I had a driver and a suite at one of the city’s 5-star hotels at my disposal. But being away from family and friends can be monotonous so I placed an ad online. “In shape, early 40’s British Exec looking for the company of a younger friend while in town”. Berk replied.
He was 19, 6ft 5, dark hair, chiselled features and very little English. He was from a middle-class western family, studying at one of the local universities. I say western family, to distinguish him from the more religious families which are prevalent in most depictions of the Turkish.
He was certainly a nice boy, polite and well brought up. Reflecting the nature of the Turkish, he was hugely hospitable and keen that I enjoy his city and he wanted to show me all the sights. While I had no objections to being escorted around town by a handsome young boy, I was unclear whether he really understood the pretext for my ad given his basic understanding of English. Rather than push the point when we first met, I instead took him to dinner and we discussed the city, his life, and his ambitions. In that first meeting we certainly established a rapport, and it was clear that he liked me, or perhaps the different world I inhabited. We agreed to meet again later that week.
Our next meeting consisted of dinner again, and a drink at the roof top bar. He hadn’t much exposure to alcohol and while we didn’t drink to excess it certainly had its effect on him. It came time for him to leave to catch his tram back to the suburbs and as is his way, he escorted me to my room before saying goodbye. As he’d been carrying some things for me, I invited him in for one last drink. I knew this was my moment. We sat on the sofa overlooking the Bosphorus and the magnificent view when I leaned over and put my hand on his leg. I judged his response and with no adverse reaction I left it there. It then occurred to me that this might be completely normal in Turkey as men there are much more affectionate with each other than in the West so I had to risk more. After some time of my hand on his leg, gradually moving higher, I leaned in to kiss him. At first he didn’t react and I was going to pull away and make my excuses, but then a response. He began to kiss me back. He was passionate and aggressive in his efforts; it was like a floodgate had been unleashed. Not so much a desire for me, but a desire for something. An energy and passion from deep within him emerged and it was like he was set free. From there things progressed and he was soon naked revealing his magnificent young body. He really was magnificent, tight, and toned, tall and muscular and hung like an absolute horse. The best thing was he was completely unaware of his beauty which made it all the sweeter knowing that this was to be his first time with anyone.
I soon had him on the bed as I explored his body with my tongue. I wanted to taste everywhere and give him a wonderful first time. Each touch, each caress evoked a deep and unconscious reaction in him which pushed me on further. It was magic showing this young boy the amazing things his body could feel and experience. He was unsure how to respond to me so I just held his hands down on the bed so he knew he had to do nothing but experience the pleasure I could give him.
In time I pulled him up and into the shower where I washed him all over, massaging and feeling every muscle. It was intimate and sensual, and he really began to react and began to touch and explore my body. Dry and back on the bed he held me tight and thanked me for making him feel so good. I smiled to myself, he had’t even had an orgasm yet. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer so I kissed him deeply then pushed him onto his back as I knelt between his legs. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and began with my tongue on his hole, on his balls and ultimately on his engorged and aggressive cock. His mind was blown and as expected he shot rope after rope of beautiful boy juice all over his chest. It was a magical sight.
I held him tight as he composed himself and let the reality of what had happened sink in. Reality and the fact that he was now so late getting home hit and he dressed and raced out the door. I really wasn’t sure what would happen next. Would I hear from him again or would that be the end of it? I flew home to London the next day and waited to hear from him.
The following Tuesday I received an email from him thanking me for dinner and thanking me for a nice time after dinner. He went on to explain that he is straight but he wants to keep seeing me. He said we can ‘fool around’ sometimes just as long as no one knows. With that, I knew I wouldn’t be alone during my trips to Istanbul again.
Over the following 12 months we had an amazing time. I would sometimes stay the weekend and we would go away to interesting places out of town, with him showing me the sights during the day, and me teaching him about life during the evenings. His English got progressively better and so did his love making. In time he really relaxed and very much enjoyed the fun we had.
Those of you who’ve read my previous stories will know that I’m usually a Sir to my boys, more assertive and demanding of service. That really wasn’t the role I played here. I was much more a mentor, or a teacher leading the way with an eager student, still Sir, but a more gentle version of myself. After our year together there wasn’t much he hadn’t experienced sexually and I watched him grow in confidence and ambition in what he wanted to do with his life. It was a real privilege to play such a guiding role in this young boys life. But alas, all good things must come to an end. My contract was up, and it was time for me to return to London permanently. We said our good bye and said we’d stay in touch.
A New Chapter
We emailed and messaged over the next two years but didn’t see each other. He graduated with his degree and started working in a graduate position at a bank in Istanbul. All was going well for him. By this stage I was working on a contract in Australia. I’d gone out there having left my family in London and was commuting back and forth every 6 weeks or so. Berk was asking me if I could get him a job in Australia as he really wanted to see the world. I played along a bit but was noncommittal as Australia has very isolationist immigration policies so it wouldn’t really be possible. I did say he should come and visit for a few months and stay with me. He thought that was a great idea, but he couldn’t just quit his job to fly to the other side of the world. Some weeks later and to my surprise Berk emailed to say he’d been accepted to do a master’s degree at an Australian university in the city I was based. He was coming over and could he stay with me until he settled.
Some time later I was meeting him at the airport and he moved into my flat and began his studies. We then had an amazing year together as we explored the county and he progressed with his studies. We lived in our own world, completely isolated from all that we’d known in our previous lives, just the two of us engaging in the very special dynamic between a Sir and his boy. But again all good things must come to an end.
With my contract extended in Australia it was time to bring my family to join me. And with Berk wanting to stay beyond the duration of his course, he was looking at was to get off his student visa. He began dating girls again with my blessing and found a student flat share as I gave up the flat and rented a family home. My family arrived and Berk and I transitioned into close and secret friends as we became entrenched in our alternative lives.
In time he met a special girl and our sexual fun stopped out of his respect for her. They went on to marry and I was MC at the wedding. They now have a daughter, and I am Godfather to her. We continue to speak, but I’ve left Australia now and back in London and his life continues to flourish. They have a beautiful home, and his career is going well. Our last time together sharing the bond between Sir and his boy was on his buck’s night. It was the full stop to what has been an enduring and life changing relationship for a young boy from Istanbul now living his best life on the other side of the world. All made possible because he gave himself to his Sir.
I hope you enjoyed this account of one of my boys and I hope it gives some insight into the depth of relationship that can develop well beyond just sex. I’ve had several special boys in my life over the years and they have brought me great pleasure and I would say are some of the most meaningful relationship in my life. I’d really enjoy your feedback and knowing your story. Or perhaps you’re a boy who is prompted to take the plunge and give yourself to a Sir. Get in touch.
