Gay Bar Dancing Boy

I met him in Taksim Square, swinging his hips and getting into the dancing thing. He looked hot and I was sure his boy friend was close by or he was working the gay bar but when he walked up to the bar he was by himself.

Slowly I made my way up to the bar and before I knew it we were together in my small apartment. He Adem felt so good. His hard muscles were incredible and with his fingers tangled in my dark hair he pulled me to him, his mouth on mine.

My cock was hard, almost like I hadn’t had sex for a very long time and my jeans were tight. And I could feel him against me, his cock bulging and rubbing against my cock. The feeling was incredible.

There was no tour of my apartment; instead I lead him to my sofa in the lounge where we hurriedly began stripping each other off. We were both naked and I found his hard nipples, letting my tongue flick across them, teasing them and I sucked them gently until I heard him moan.

He kissed my neck, his hands touching my skin and pulling me to him. Our kisses and touches were gentle at first and at the same time they were rushed. Adem moaned when I slipped my hand over his cock, his pre-cum wet and slippery as I stroked him. He groaned and wanted more…

Adem fell onto the bed and he pulled me down with him, our cocks touching, and our hands feeling each other’s body and our lips locked together as we kissed… he stroked me, his hands milking my cum from my body, my orgasm very intense…. I slipped down and let his cock slide over my tongue and I closed my mouth over the head, his pre-cum flowing onto my tongue.

I sucked until I felt the first load of cum hit the back of my throat. And I knew then that our night together had only just started in Taksim Square with my gay bar dancing boy.

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