Julian LeMont

Throughout my many travels the world over, I have always wanted to savor and experience the local – local culture, lifestyle and men. So no matter where the wind has taken me, even in the most touristy venues, I have been able to observe and take part in local life. My regular visits to Cyprus have been no exception – eager as I have been to experience all that the third largest island in the Mediterranean has to offer. During my maiden voyage there, I flew into Larnaca, rented a car and booked a local hotel – and set out to explore the island from there. Crossing the Green Line in Nicosia from the Greek side to the “Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus” was a unique experience – not to mention the daily life in Northern Cyprus, a “country” running on gambling and prostitution happily alongside with tourism.

To explore both sides of the island, I had the help of a local stud I met on-line before my arrival – Caner – a studly Turkish Cypriot in his early 20s with black hair and green eyes. As soon as we met in person on the Turkish side of Nicosia just past the Green Line, we knew we would spend magical moments together – our attraction could not have been more obvious and tangible.

Over the course of my entire visit, we alternated between my Larnaca hotel room and his apartment in Kyrenia on the Turkish side, and explored all parts of the island together – and all parts of our bodies. We shared a perfect combination of fiery sexual passion and genuine personal respect and interest, which added true meaning, substance and depth to our time together. And we both had a weakness for the great outdoors and graphic details – and tried hard to reenact in real life as many such details as possible – in as varied a setting as Cyprus allows. Yet although an occasional third party watching would not bother us, for the most part, we wanted total solitude, and that was not always easy to find. So we had to drive far far to the North East on the Karpaz peninsula to make passionate love on Golden Beach not far from Cape Apostolos Andreas. Or we drove high up into the mountains of the Troodos Range in the South to make love on the front porch of a wooden chalet in the forest.

We particularly enjoyed hanging out at the gay nude swimming area beyond Agia Napa, just before the Cape Greco turnoff on the highway to Protaras. Swimming, tanning and playing around in the nude in such spectacular setting aroused our wildest porn fantasies, but we could not even think of starting anything there without having tons of guys eager to watch or join in the action. We headed into a nearby field and started fooling around between the corn, but just as Caner started going down on me, we heard a tractor nearby and a furious farmer swearing at us in Greek – good thing I did not understand a word, as I am sure it was nothing flattering.

We fled with our bathing trunks still down to our knees, crossed over the nearby highway and headed up an adjacent hill with shrubs. As we settled for a spot between the shrubs with great views over the Mediterranean, Agia Napa and nearby Protaras, we noticed bullet shells everywhere. This unique setting along with the scenery inspired us to live out yet another great graphic porn fantasy of passionate love making on the shooting range. We ripped off our bathing trunks and started savoring every inch of each other’s toned bodies, going down on each other and then taking turns pounding each other in between the shrubs. We did fortunately have all the supplies handy with us in a small backpack. Yet just as we were about to shoot yet another load full of passion, we heard shots of a different kind scarily close to our shrubs. We were barely able to clean up, and found ourselves running back downhill, as behind us the shooting range was used for military exercise by the Cypriot army. It was a sight and an experience to remember for a lifetime – and both Caner and I still fondly recall the incident years later. Whenever I return to Cyprus and head over towards Cape Greco and the gay nude swimming area, I smile in recollection of once again having lived out yet another true porn fantasy in the scorching summer sun of the Eastern Mediterranean.