Archive for
January, 2008
January 21st, 2008
Jale has to be one of the cutest gay boys ever to appear inside Istanboys.com. And I know he’s been written about and fantasized about for a long time, but he still keeps everyone smiling and he turns most guys on. He really is very sexy and if you found him in Turkey at one of the gay bars you may think he is a rent boy and he will service you.
However if you know him like the cameraman knows him, you will find that he likes to show off his cute body and does it in a way that will turn you on. From taking off his black top, his white track pants to showing off his hairy groin and cock that grows with each click of the camera, you will enjoy watching him.
His gorgeous body is yours to enjoy when you visit Istanboys.com, home of Turkish twinks and gay Arab boys.
January 20th, 2008
The cameraman caught Ilker posing for the camera before they had really started taking photos. He was showing off his ’sexy look’ for everyone to see. Head to the side, with his collar turned up, hands on his hips and in front and legs wide apart. He kept everyone amused.
He was the cute gay boy that everyone loved. Well that is how he thought and he was even a little shy when asked to first lift his top a little to show off his nipple and when comfortable the cameraman asked him to be a little more daring and unzip his pants.
When he did, he pulled down his pants and his jocks releasing his growing cock. He held it up, so everyone could see how thick and hard it was, and his balls were tight, possibly full of hot sperm waiting to be released. Ilker stood up again and showed off his cock and balls, before strippingout of his clothes. Suddenly the shy boy wasn’t so shy and innocent any more.
He showed offer everything, his hairy crotch, the hair that ran from his groin all the way up and over his chest. And then like a good gay boy, he bent over, showing off his gorgeously hairy tight ass. And you can see his pictures like I did, inside Istanboys.com.
January 19th, 2008
The night started out innocent enough with two friends meeting for a game of cards, a movie and a few drinks. They met in one of the cafes along Taksim Square when they were both holidaying in Istanbul. Muzaffer couldn’t believe his luck when he met Nedim…. but at that stage nothing happened, they became friends but that was it and they visited places together.
When Nedim knocked on the door announcing his arrival, Muzaffer was a little shocked to find that his friend came with small gifts of Turkish delights to remind them of their meeting in Istanbul. He caught himself by surprise when he hugged Nedim and even more surprised when their lips met in a brief kiss before they pulled away from each other. They were both blushing from ear to ear when Muzaffer invited him into the lounge where he’d already set up the card table and had the media system ready for their videos to play.
What happened next caught him more by surprise…
Nedim placed the gifts on the table and took Muzaffer in his arms and kissed him again. They both couldn’t believe how good the other felt when they were close. Muzaffer felt like his heart was going to beat through his chest. And it beat harder and faster when Nedim began removing his clothes. He removed his shirt before letting his hands move down to his pants where he
unzipped them and unbuttoned the small button. He let them drop to the floor before his hand wrapped itself around his growing bulge in his jocks.
He didn’t say a word, he just let the lust take over him. Nedim helped him step out of his pants and let him guide him towards the bedroom where he knelt in front of him before releasing his huge cock from his jocks. Muzaffer heard Nedim’s shocked sigh when he saw the size of his cock, but it didn’t stop him from taking the head and gently sucking it into his mouth.
Muzaffer felt like he was going to cum almost as soon as Nedim sucked his cock into his mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feelings he was experiencing, but then he stopped Nedim…. He pulled him up off the floor and kissed him again, and this time he helped him out of his clothes. He wanted his friend to be naked also. Now they were both naked and they lay together on the bed touching and feeling and sucking each other.
It was like time stood still when Nedim knelt between his legs cupping his balls and closed his mouth down over his cock once more. This was just the beginning of a wild night for these two guys, new experiences and new pleasures and a first time with a guy for Muzaffer.
Check out more of Muzzafer and Nedim’s pictures inside Istanboys.com.
January 18th, 2008
Your Name: Basri
Favorite Position: I love my partner being on top but at the same time I love the sixty-nine position because we can suck each other’s cocks at the same time.
Your First Love: Ismet was a fantastic lover, he took me slowly and made sure my virgin ass was spread wide for the very first time.
Favorite Night Club: When I go out, I like to enjoy myself with my friends and I guess that is why we would go to TT’s Gay Bar. We have a meal and then enjoy the music and make use of the dance floor. It’s perfect…
Favourite Turkish Food: I have sweet tooth and my lovers usually bring me Turkish delight when they visit. Home made Turkish delight is better than the bought sweets…
Favorite Music: I quite like listening to music performed by Serdar Ortaç.
You can see more of Basri’s pictures inside Istanboys.com.
January 17th, 2008
Your Name: Azat
Favorite Position: I am versatile and I love all positions. But my favorite is one that I am sure most guys would love. I love taking control and giving my partner a blowjob is one of the most personal sexual experiences one can enjoy. It is very sensual and romantic and we can become one.
Your First Love: My first love was Sharif. We had a very private time together, we loved teasing each other and our sensual sexual moments were something I lived for.
Favorite Night Club: I enjoy visiting the Hayal Kahvesi, local bands play there and the music can include jazz, rock and pop and not only that but they serve some delicious foods while we listen to music.
Favourite Turkish Food: I like seafood when I dine with my friends in our favorite restaurant - I quite enjoy Sea bass en papillote.
Favorite Music: Mogollar is one of my favorite bands to listen to.
You can see more of Azat’s pictures inside Istanboys.com.
January 16th, 2008
Middle-Eastern Guy’s in the sauna again. And this time I’m gonna say something. Bad enough I get to watch that rippling six pack crimp, crunch, puff, recede, and do it all again, while his biceps engorge with effortless ease every time I visit the weight room.
He’s there in the pool too, those long tapering legs kicking lightly. That chest that’s a shade wider, stronger I’d bet, than the average swimmer’s, hits the water every Tuesday— which is when I watch him make those clean, hard circle’s, arm’s wind-milling in his powerfully controlled butterfly stroke.
This time I’ll say Hi.
I open my mouth. “Blake,” he says before I even get the words out. “My mother’s English, he adds, smirking at my quizzical eyebrow. But I take after my father.
“Turkish,” he says, beating me to the punch again, offering me a smooth, lickable palm. It’s as smooth as the back part is hairy—as hairy, mind you, as the guy’s arms and legs, and just as lickable, as far as I’m concerned.
I lean forward, a bumbling idiot, eager to reciprocate. But instead, I lose my towel on the tile floor, showing off my ram-hard cock, blushing like mad.
“I’m so sorry…”
“Don,” I whisper, realizing Blake’s waiting politely for me to supply a name. He bends over, to retrieve my towel, or so I assume, but instead, lays his own gently over mine.
“You’ve been watching me, Don.”
Those big brown eyes are hypnotizing. For a moment, I miss the raging tower of his cock, already swollen between his legs.
“What…” I blush again.
“‘I’ve been known to bottom on occasion, Don.”
He looks untamed, all those muscles topped with tussled hair. Yet he might be offering me canapés, rather than a fuck.
He leans in to caress my lips with his. And our tongues swim the length of each other’s mouths, cocks frigging. Then he reaches around to cup my buttocks, a single digit drilling inside my cleft. I gasp. Gracefully, he drags me to him, running playful hands across my chest. He pinches a tender nipple then grabs my head, squeezing the hair, and locking my eyes with his. Yes, I mouth the word. And with one deft motion he has me up against the wall, legs spread, hot breathe bathing my neck.
“You, Donny, you, I’ve been aching to fuck.”
January 15th, 2008
There are lots of guys who love to play soccer or football and Rico appears to be one of those guys. And you will see in his picture set inside Istanboys.com that he enjoys teasing the ball, playing with it until it is just right before shooting. I am sure when you see his pictures you will agree with me that he has the right shape to play ball.
There are lots of Arab and Turkish guys who love playing soccer and Rico has all the right movies. After a hard day of playing he strips off and keeps his ball next to him. He kneels on the bed and shows some of his fantastic moves to the gay guys who love to watch him in action. On the day these photos were taken the cameraman from Istanboys.com caught him kneeling with his ass ready for some hot action.
You can see his pictures inside Istanboys.com, the home of all the horny gay Arab boys and Turkish Twinks.
January 14th, 2008
Dogan loves working out and he is featured in many a guy’s fantasy because he is so sexy and he loves showing off his muscles. My fantasy sees him working out in the gym and he finds his gay lover doing the weights. It does take him long to convince him to join him on the weight bench. Together they excercised and touched each other.
His shiny golden body, glistened with from the oils in his skin. His lover touched him, his hands sliding over his body so easily. They met in Taksim Square years early, their hearts belonged to each other and Dogan knew how to please him. They would both touch each other’s cock gently, stroking slowly until they were both hard.
Their sexual moments were very intense. Their gym workout turned out to be a wild sex session. They lifted up and down with each thrust of their hips, their hard cocks sinking deep into the other’s ass or into his mouth. The moments were very incredible and if we could watch both Dogan and his lover together you would be dripping pre-cum and have the urge to masturbate with them. Fantasies don’t always come true but one day they may do…
Check out Dogan’s pictures inside Istanboys.com.
January 13th, 2008
Your Name: Onur
Favorite Position: I am a passive bottom. I love being taken from behind or with my legs up over my lover’s shoulders
Your First Love: My first love was Mehmet. We would listen to fantastic music together, we’d go to the Roxy and sit and listen to Baris Manço together but then he moved away and I haven’t seen him. He is still my first love and maybe one day he will come back and visit.
Favorite Night Club: When I go out late at night and want to party with my friends we go to the Roxy. It’s my favorite place for hanging out and listening to pop and rock music.
Favourite Turkish Food: Patlicanli Islim Kebabi - which is Islim kebab with eggplants and if you try it I am sure you will agree.
Favorite Music: You may think this is strange but I actually liked listening to Baris Manço. He passed away 1st February 1999. He was a Turkish singer, he composed and he was a television producer and everyone said he was a celebrity and he was. I know lots of people who still see him as a public figure of Turkey. I’m sure you’ve heard of him…
You can see more of Onur’s pictures inside Istanboys.com.
January 12th, 2008
Vintage Travolta—Show me anyone else in that suit, and I’d laugh. For him, I’m full of excuses. Maverick, I think, disdainer of fashion. Besides, the white suit covers the whipped caramel of his skin to perfection. It’s as if a coconut was turned inside out, cool white without, dark within.
“I’m Rashad,” he says, taking my hand.
I look at my bought jewel. The silk shirt inside the suit is open revealing a lip-smacking vee of milk-chocolate man, bisected by a curling trail of darker fur.
My man-toy sees me looking and drops a lewd hand inside his already low-cut pants, ensuring I note the deep, round belly-hole, not that I’d miss it, or the way his tight young abs curl into valleys, or how the waist pinches in before his ripe belly.
He tilts back, a second hand flat against his tummy, where I ache to put mine, flashing jewelry. I’ve already noticed the sparkle of a medallion on his chest, not far from a toothy nipple. I picture those nipples beside me in bed, the slender hips carelessly lathed with my satin sheets; Rashad, nude, but for that delicate medallion, the only thing not really Travolta-ish in his get-up. My balls ache.
“All the way,” he whispers, referring to how the chest hair trails unbrokenly to the feathery moss of his manhood. He tilts further to show me the track from sculpted hip to the rod I discern by shape, dangling on the left side of his pant’s leg.
He’s not wearing underwear.
“You like to suck?” He leers.
I respond with sucked in breathe before I signal a lone figure. Lights go out, except for those above the bar. We’re alone.
I’m a big man. I swoop my desert boy into my arms and set him on the bar, eagerly yanking his pants. Rashad obligingly lifts each buttock.
His juicy rod springs to life and I’m gratified to think it’s more than my money he likes.
“You buy me,” he says referring to our annual mock man auction. “You buy out the place for the night too?”
I’m behind the bar. A twist and a pull then I baptize my treat, filling his clavicles, lapping from the delicate spaces till he giggles.
“Dear boy,” I say, “I own the place,” and splash his cock with champagne.
