Turkish Boy – A Gay Turkey and Gay Arab Sex Blog

What is it with all the he-hunks that insist on photographing with their socks on? I guess it’s supposed to mean; I’m hot and horny and can’t be bothered to show you my feet, unless you get off on that sort of thing.

At least this one has sneakers and a lot of veins on his arm. Even with the gazelle-leanness of his long body he looks athletic—slim, mind you, not scrawny. So the athletic footwear is sort of in context.

I dig the chin cleft, and the sort of first-time-around-Karate-Kid-look, of, Hey, I know I got it, and how the look is underscored with just a nip of vulnerability.

Nice neck bones too, I think, and great hollows at the hip and upper arms. The molded definition suits his long, lean, youthful body. He’s a tootsie roll treat—dark, bendable, chewy and sweet.

Of course, in this shot he’s hiding the family jewels and scepter. But, I know they’re there. And I know they’re caramel-colored and chewy-sweet, like the rest of him.