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I was in Turkey three years ago. I had thought I had left a brief description of what I get up to on this site but I can’t seem to find it now.

I was basically so nervous when I visited there that at all I ended up doing was booking a guy for “massage” from the Hunqz website. I picked a guy with a few good reviews, which I hoped meant he would not rob me me and leave me for dead. He was a little bit expensive for Turkey - I think he was charging the equivalent of 130 euro for a “massage”.

Hi arranged for him to come to my hotel. I was staying at a small boutique hotel on a side street of Istiqlal Street. It was tall and narrow, with only about two or three rooms per floor and a breakfast room on top. On the day the masseur was to arrive it was staffed with a middle-aged male receptionist. He was very friendly, rather camp but a bit cloying. If it had been Ireland I would have been 100% sure he was gay, but as I was in Turkey I was less confident about my gaydar.

As the masseur I booked was good looking and muscular I guessed that the receptionist would clock what was happening straight away, and I was wondering if my visitor would have any difficulties being given access to my room. Therefore before he arrived, I informed the receptionist that I had a gentleman coming to discuss business and said, casually, “you can just send him up when he arrives” as if I was about to show him fabric samples or something. The receptionist said he would.

So the masseur arrived and came to my room. We had only just started undressing when there was a knock at the door. Obviously it was the receptionist about something. I was quite mortified, but the massage guy was very relaxed and just lay on the bed. I quickly threw on my clothes, went to the door and opened it it just a crack. The receptionist was outside and said “I have set up some Turkish tea up in the breakfast room for you and your guest”.

Obviously I had to tell him that we were okay where we were. He seemed a bit disappointed, but that was that.

When my guy left I was wondering if there would be anything said to him when leaving. So I stuck my head down the window as he was going down to reception, to see if you left the building fairly promptly and he did. I was relieved as I assumed that meant he hadn’t had much of a chance to be questioned by the receptionist on the way out. However I noticed the receptionist changed towards me from then on. He had been friendly in a smarmy kind of way beforehand, but now he didn’t meet my eye and barely said a word to me. That was fine with me, but I was rather self-conscious coming and going after that!

 

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12 hours ago, ForrestReid1614502761 said:

I was in Turkey three years ago. I had thought I had left a brief description of what I get up to on this site but I can’t seem to find it now.

I was basically so nervous when I visited there that at all I ended up doing was booking a guy for “massage” from the Hunqz website. I picked a guy with a few good reviews, which I hoped meant he would not rob me me and leave me for dead. He was a little bit expensive for Turkey - I think he was charging the equivalent of 130 euro for a “massage”.

Hi arranged for him to come to my hotel. I was staying at a small boutique hotel on a side street of Istiqlal Street. It was tall and narrow, with only about two or three rooms per floor and a breakfast room on top. On the day the masseur was to arrive it was staffed with a middle-aged male receptionist. He was very friendly, rather camp but a bit cloying. If it had been Ireland I would have been 100% sure he was gay, but as I was in Turkey I was less confident about my gaydar.

As the masseur I booked was good looking and muscular I guessed that the receptionist would clock what was happening straight away, and I was wondering if my visitor would have any difficulties being given access to my room. Therefore before he arrived, I informed the receptionist that I had a gentleman coming to discuss business and said, casually, “you can just send him up when he arrives” as if I was about to show him fabric samples or something. The receptionist said he would.

So the masseur arrived and came to my room. We had only just started undressing when there was a knock at the door. Obviously it was the receptionist about something. I was quite mortified, but the massage guy was very relaxed and just lay on the bed. I quickly threw on my clothes, went to the door and opened it it just a crack. The receptionist was outside and said “I have set up some Turkish tea up in the breakfast room for you and your guest”.

Obviously I had to tell him that we were okay where we were. He seemed a bit disappointed, but that was that.

When my guy left I was wondering if there would be anything said to him when leaving. So I stuck my head down the window as he was going down to reception, to see if you left the building fairly promptly and he did. I was relieved as I assumed that meant he hadn’t had much of a chance to be questioned by the receptionist on the way out. However I noticed the receptionist changed towards me from then on. He had been friendly in a smarmy kind of way beforehand, but now he didn’t meet my eye and barely said a word to me. That was fine with me, but I was rather self-conscious coming and going after that!

 

What a great story! I would have simply withered when the manager was at the door!
 
I remember visiting the Istanbul Military Museum (one of the best in the world) and this Turkish guy struck up an English conversation with me. He said he was wanting to practice his English, but it was also clear he was someone I would peg as gay in DC or London. As I was walking back to my hotel, he said he was headed to Taksim and asked if he could tag along. We stopped at an outdoor café along the way and I offered to pay for a coffee. When the coffee and snacks were delivered, my new friend said to me, "They are discriminating against us". I asked WHY and he pointed to the people sitting around us whose coffee and cookie selection delivered to their table were quite larger than ours. I laughed and said, "Is it because I'm a foreigner?"  He said, "No, its because they think we are gay just because I am talking with you! I can't believe that!" I then said, "Well, they are at least partially correct. One of us IS gay!" He never addressed my comment, but he then showed me a photo of his "girlfriend!" We also just parted ways afterwards. I could never quite figure out when someone there was just straight metrosexual, straight but effeminate, gay, or otherwise. My normally fine-tuned middle eastern gaydar just seemed to be off in this much different Turkish culture. The Turks and Kurds there are so supremely sexy, though.
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6 hours ago, tm_nyc said:

Thank you for another excellent report!  I am looking forward to a return to Istanbul when things become a little bit closer to normal.

I have read that Izmir has a small gay scene & Bodrum has a very small scene.  Any experience with them?

I found nothing in Bodrum. I visited Izmir for three days on my way back from Ephesus, but it was two years ago. I visited three of the major gay friendly dance clubs/bars that were listed, but the problem was that I was staying with a friend so I could not bring anyone back. The CIX Club was gigantic. The moment I walked in I realized things would be interesting as everyone there was less than 30 years of age.  Everyone clearly knew what this old man came to find and it was NOT just to dance! Half the place starting smiling and walking up to chat, but it was also true that half of the place started reaching into my pockets and trying to steal from me. I went to Club KA and found mostly Kurds there who were straight for pay. They were sexy and ready to go, but again no place. The night I tried Gullum and there were only about 20 men in the place and 1 sure guy for rent. The bartender even told me I could take action to the lavatory, but the one rent guy was not worth it. The loos at the other two places were just too crowded to even try something. My plan had been to go back last year and find an airbnb nearby, but Covid hit. So, the fruit was ready to pick! The pick-pocket attempts were quite proliferous, though. An updated report would be ideal if you make it there. 

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Years ago I had a lot of trouble getting an escort into my hotel room in Istanbul, so when I was there in Jan/2020 I got a room a block from Aquarius and went there three nights in a row, there were many young hot,masculine Kurdish men there, although I spent time with the same guy each night. He was incredible. They always ask for more money, but in the end I'm getting an intense, fantastic experience I'd never get at home and it's still less expensive than anything I'd get at home. I've travelled with people whose whole day is ruined by a taxi driver who cheated them out of 50 cents. It's not worth the grief to get upset about that.

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The Aquarius booth incident reminded me of my experience there.
On the evening of November 9, 2020, I went there for a so-called massage. I paid 70 lire to enter and a guy named Aziz led me into my booth. Photo of the booth is attached.
After taking a walk in the sauna, during which one jock felt my ass, I went into the steam room. In the steam room, there was one more person besides me, but he does not play a role in the further narration. But the first role is played by a bald guy with a beard who came into the steam room after me.
He sat down next to me and invited me to touch his cock and opened his pastamal. I don't know if it was due to a huge erect dick or a high temperature in the steam room, but my rational thinking turned off and I immediately agreed to a massage at a price of 150 lira, although at the entrance there was an announcement that it cost 120 lira.
My rational thinking was still missing when a bald guy, during an oil massage, poking his dick in my face, offered a special massage. My question is "how much?" - he replied - "expensive" and again I agreed!
Then the circus with horses began - when I began to suck his cock, I realized that he was my size and decided not to let myself be fucked. But the guy ignored my decision and began to force me into anal sex. On my attempts to free himself from his grip and discuss the problem face to face, and not with a dick put to the ass, he promised that he would thrust his dick into me just a little bit and even show how little. Realizing that I could be raped like that, I decided to take matters into my own hands and put myself on his dick in the pose of a rider. And I did it!
But then the bald guy began to actively change positions, saying - you are my wife, you are my pussy, I will fuck you every day, I will fuck you as I want - and my ass protested. My protests, to be fair, I must say, quiet were again ignored by him.
In the end, I could only cum when I sucked his cock and licked his balls.
After that, the bald guy helped me take a shower, walked me to my booth and went into it with me. I did not know about the ban on masseurs from entering the booth, and I was inhibited after a special massage, and therefore did not chase him away. He announced the price for a special massage of 500 lira, which was paid to him.
With a hard ass and realizing how rape victims feel, I went to my hotel with the firm intention of going to an ordinary male hammam tomorrow. Looking ahead, I will say that even there I could not convincingly say "no".

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19 hours ago, Baska said:

The Aquarius booth incident reminded me of my experience there.
On the evening of November 9, 2020, I went there for a so-called massage. I paid 70 lire to enter and a guy named Aziz led me into my booth. Photo of the booth is attached.
After taking a walk in the sauna, during which one jock felt my ass, I went into the steam room. In the steam room, there was one more person besides me, but he does not play a role in the further narration. But the first role is played by a bald guy with a beard who came into the steam room after me.
He sat down next to me and invited me to touch his cock and opened his pastamal. I don't know if it was due to a huge erect dick or a high temperature in the steam room, but my rational thinking turned off and I immediately agreed to a massage at a price of 150 lira, although at the entrance there was an announcement that it cost 120 lira.
My rational thinking was still missing when a bald guy, during an oil massage, poking his dick in my face, offered a special massage. My question is "how much?" - he replied - "expensive" and again I agreed!
Then the circus with horses began - when I began to suck his cock, I realized that he was my size and decided not to let myself be fucked. But the guy ignored my decision and began to force me into anal sex. On my attempts to free himself from his grip and discuss the problem face to face, and not with a dick put to the ass, he promised that he would thrust his dick into me just a little bit and even show how little. Realizing that I could be raped like that, I decided to take matters into my own hands and put myself on his dick in the pose of a rider. And I did it!
But then the bald guy began to actively change positions, saying - you are my wife, you are my pussy, I will fuck you every day, I will fuck you as I want - and my ass protested. My protests, to be fair, I must say, quiet were again ignored by him.
In the end, I could only cum when I sucked his cock and licked his balls.
After that, the bald guy helped me take a shower, walked me to my booth and went into it with me. I did not know about the ban on masseurs from entering the booth, and I was inhibited after a special massage, and therefore did not chase him away. He announced the price for a special massage of 500 lira, which was paid to him.
With a hard ass and realizing how rape victims feel, I went to my hotel with the firm intention of going to an ordinary male hammam tomorrow. Looking ahead, I will say that even there I could not convincingly say "no".

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Dear Lord, Baska! That was a sexy story! I can just pictured the riding!

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Very interesting!

Since you mention it, what about ordinary male hammam in Turkey?  Some things I have seen online refer to 'gay-friendly hammam' in Istanbul & (maybe) Ankara.  Is discreet action possible?  I understand that massage may not take place in a private room & that, of course, puts a damper on things.

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I also worked in Istanbul for some time when Covid first started to die down here and the rules were relaxed, I visited Aquarius a few times. I found that they all said they were absolute 100% tops, and even though I am a top some were so hot I couldn't resist I would still agree to take them to the cabin, I would say at least half would bottom for me. I also fell for a silly scam on Grindr, some very handsome man said he would come to my Airbnb, he did, took his clothes off and put a knife down on the table, said that he didn't feel like sex so If I could give him the money and he would come back tommorow for the sex, of Course he didn't but how could I argue with a knife there. It was only 300lira anyway, about 35euro. He actually wasn't very smart as I was there for 2 months and it could of been a nice money earner for him. 

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58 minutes ago, Enlgishman said:

they all said they were absolute 100% tops, and even though I am a top some were so hot I couldn't resist I would still agree to take them to the cabin, I would say at least half would bottom for me.

Is that because you happened to ask them in front of their friends what they would do?
 

I’ve had a similar experience in other countries with a ‘masculine’ culture (such as Argentina) where guys profess to be tops…but in private they’ll happily bottom for me and/or suck cock to completion and swallow my load

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9 hours ago, msclelovr said:

Is that because you happened to ask them in front of their friends what they would do?
 

I’ve had a similar experience in other countries with a ‘masculine’ culture (such as Argentina) where guys profess to be tops…but in private they’ll happily bottom for me and/or suck cock to completion and swallow my load

oh yes Im sure it was all about keeping face infront of the other workers, my gaydar in Turkey was thrown off many times, lots of overly masculine types. 

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I don't think Aquarius ever closed, throughout the pandemic lockdowns all you had to do was hang around outside for a few minutes and someone would come out and let you in, of course its much quieter inside and less options, but its been open the 3 times I had to go to Istanbul.

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Was just in Istanbul the first two weeks of December. Lots of he-man type escorts in romeo and rentmen. Did meet up for an hour with an incredibly hot escort. Went back and forth in my head about whether it was crazy to go to Aquarius with omicron taking off, but went twice just at the end. Definitely some attractive guys there. A few male model types who really aren't my thing. Had a great time with a few working class type guys. They're the kind of guys I grew up with and have always been the most attractive for me. Didn't get Covid.  I suppose the guys there would have had it already, maybe more than once. It was must be a pretty conducive place for transmission, little rooms, close contact. It was incredibly cheap with the TL collapsing, but guilt inducing because the economic problems are really hard on the working people. Also went to Barcelona, but the Thermas site said foreigners needed a document I didn't have. I had a French covid pass that might have got me in, but I didn't feel like trying to sort something like that out at door. Had a nice time in Paris with an escort and a duo in Madrid. I'm at an age where just some body contact and some light activities are more my thing. All of the escorts I met were good guys and I had a good time with them. Not many tourists around Europe, but the cafes and bars everywhere are busy, especially Paris. It was kind of surreal seeing people packed together, not wearing any masks.

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