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Subject: Never went to Granada – Chapter 1 – LEAVING PRAGUE. Never went to Granada — Chapter 1 — LEAVING PRAGUE. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. We don’t want this website to ever stop. Think for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your donations. How far by seas, fields and mountains! Other suns face my grey hair I never went to Granada. Those may be the first verses of a poem from Spanish poet Rafael Alberti, a poem probably titled Ballad of him who never went to Granada. He dedicated that poem to the also Spanish poet Federico García Lorca and what he meant is that him, Alberti, had never gone to Granada in Lorca’s life. Lorca was killed in the Spanish civil war. Unfortunately I haven’t found a good translation of the poem even if both my brother and I are translators. And why have I titled our story Never went to Granada when actually Cyril and me went to that beautiful town? For I’m gonna tell the story of a road trip both Cyril and I did to Granada, but we didn’t simply go, but stayed there forever. Cyril Clay was two years older than I, 29 at the beginning of this story. He’s very masculine, not too tall and with a sexy beard. I’m his brother John Clay, but all my life I’ve been known as Johnny. We both had studied the same: translation. We were experts in Czech, English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese and Spanish, but we soon found a job in Prague as translators of Czech. And we lived near the beautiful church of St Procopius. It all started a beautifully shining day in July. We were just a week ahead of starting our holidays when I got home and Cyril started talking to me. -My friends Honza and Michaela are coming with me on holidays and we’re gonna visit Granada, in southern Spain. So I thought you could also come with us, Johnny. -I’ve heard that Granada is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, Cyril, with the famous Alhambra. I’ve always wanted to see it. -We’re going by car, a four days travel in Western Europe, going to Venice and Barcelona first. You could also come, Johnny. -So ok, I’m going with you. But Honza and Michaela, who I know were dating, at the last hour, istanbul travesti hadn’t wanted to come for they said they were gonna get married and will have their honeymoon trip going to other cities of the Czech Republic, Brno for instance. So at last only Cyril and I would travel for we said we were gonna see Granada after all. And we waited for August 1st to start the journey. So that very day at nine a.m. we started our journey, only Cyril and I. We knew Prague very well and didn’t stop to see anything but my brother wanted our first pic in the trip to be taken at Prague Castle, which was a seat of power for the kings of Bohemia. And once we took that picture, we really started the journey and soon we left Prague. In the time we still were in the Czech Republic, we were excitedly talking of what we would see, especially in Granada. I’d already been to Venice, but Cyril hadn’t and we briefly talked about this beautiful city. And I talked a bit about the few things I knew of Barcelona, where I’d never been either. Just starting Austria, my brother decided we could have our first stop in a service area, still too far from Vienna, a city we’d often visited and where we were not gonna stop. So we left the car and stopped at a service area. We had a coffee quietly talking as two dear brothers. Our mutual lust hadn’t started yet. But I don’t know what the fuck my coffee had, I soon got an upset stomach but my brother didn’t have the same problem. When we were again on the road, I felt I desperately needed to take a dump somewhere. He told me he could look for a new service area, but we didn’t find one now and my need was becoming desperate, so he located an earth lane on his right and soon parked the car in the middle of an Austrian field. I left the car and moved half a kilometer away from him and did what I had to do. When I returned and before reaching the car, I found Cyril comfortably jacking off under the shade of some trees. -Oh hi, Cyril. No, don’t stop. I’m as horny as you. Instead of stopping, I’d rather do what you’re doing. And instantly I whipped my dick out and started masturbating beside my brother. -Good, as far as you have no shock for watching your brother kadıköy travesti masturbating, Johnny. -No shock, Cyril. I often do it, two or three masturbations a day and when we’ve both cum, we could continue the journey thinking of what we would be watching. So we kept on masturbating together and he didn’t seem shy. It’s not that I was getting horny watching my brother’s dick, well not yet. It’s that I loved this intimacy. How naturally two brothers could be having fun with their dicks before the other and almost laughing at what we were doing! Finally I saw Cyril shooting a first load, and indeed watching my brother’s dick cumming made me a bit horny and I came after him. I thought he’d also liked seeing me cum. -Now we’d better get in the car and continue the road. Still far from Venice. I love knowing how naturally we’ve masturbated together. Maybe we should do this every day and stop somewhere to jack off. And sincerely, and since this is something totally natural I wouldn’t mind doing it together again. -We can go on travelling. I also like to know you’ve found it natural and arousing. And saying no more, we entered the car and resumed our road to Venice. But before starting the car, Cyril took off his T-shirt. I think I was getting a bit horny watching now my brother’s sexy chest. I’d seen it many times, but now after having jacked off together, it aroused me. I simply decided to go on shirtless too, for it was August and really hot. I don’t know whether Cyril was looking horny at me too but his boner then was obvious. After some kilometers, I spoke. -You know what, Cyril? I always had the fantasy of going in a car masturbating as I watch the countryside. And since I’m not driving, I would like to do it now. Would you mind? -It’s obvious we can enjoy the travel more if we keep on being horny. Just be yourself, Johnny. If I weren’t driving, I would be jacking off too. The road started curving and moving as my dick was also moving, excitedly doing something I’d always wanted to do: masturbate in the middle of a journey. Cyril looked at me with an increasing erection and suddenly started to stroke his crotch. -I’ve already seen you wanking, Johnny. I know it’s bakırköy travesti dangerous but I also wanna masturbate as I’m driving. And suddenly I saw his dick out and totally hard and he had started masturbating. -Don’t wank as you’re driving, Cyril; that’s really dangerous and now I’m frightened –and then I took a decision-. Well, seeing you also wanting to do it, you can go on driving but I’ll do it for you –and then I reached out my hand, grasped his dick and started masturbating my brother while with my other hand I kept on jerking myself off-. I can take care of both our dicks and this way you’ll also live the thrill of wanking on the road. This means nothing to me. I can do it. -Oh, thanks, Johnny. Hope now you don’t stop. -You’ll certainly cum on the car floor, Cyril. I’m even enjoying, mostly watching your aroused face. -Johnny, since you’re being so good with me and seem to have no shock, I will promise something: tonight in our hotel in Venice, I will return the favour and jack you off, you can be sure. His voice sounded totally erotic and this way, touching his dick, watching his naked chest, I was so horny that suddenly I even desired to kiss my brother’s lips, whatever his reaction, but I didn’t do it, because if I kissed him when driving, he could lose control of the steering wheel. So I did not kiss him but told him he was cute and sexy and I could do this to him every time he wanted as far as our journey lasted. And he asked me to take my hand off his cock for he was cumming. But I didn’t remove my hand and brother’s semen fell on my palm for the first time, after which I also stained the car floor with my cum. -So good what we’ve just done and to know I have a very open-minded brother. So ok, not only tonight in Venice; I’ll also wank you when it’s you driving. I smiled and thanked him and soon we were rock hard again but finally we entered Italy. The last kilometers before Venice, we were talking about this city, where we would spend a whole day. And we finally reached this beautiful town. The hotel he’d booked was near Piazza di San Marco. We entered and left our luggage in our room. Prior to sleeping, we would watch Piazza di San Marco and stop somewhere to have dinner. Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot/ or in English pot/

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