Archive for the Horny Gay Stories category
May 24th, 2008
They call him Alaydin, he likes hanging out, he loves cruising and he never says no when a guy with a camera is in front of him. This gay Turkish twink loves showing off and he knews that he will certainly grab your attention when he looks at you. The day the cameraman caught him, it wouldn’t have mattered if he was in Istanbul, or cruising he still would have posed for the camera. It was the way he was.
And of course this gay boy really loved showing off and teasing. You’d never get to see his cock straight away because he would be asking you to beg for it. When he does start showing off you will find that he is not just a Turkish twink but he is a hairy gay boy… but that won’t stop him.
From where you are sitting you can only imagine how good in bed he is. So if you sit back close your eyes picture what Alaydin could do to you. He would be so open for you, he’d kiss your mouth, letting his tongue play with yours and you would feel his hard cock pressing into you. Naked your cocks would rub together, pubes against pubes the pre-cum mixing into yours. And he would move down and take your cock into his mouth. His goatie would tickle your balls…
If you were to change positions a little and let him kneel over you, you could suck his balls into your mouth while he sucked your cock. His balls hang down making it so easy to catch first one in your mouth, gently of course before playing with the other.
All thoughts of him showing off would be gone because you can picture him with you. Sucking and fucking each other. The gay sex between two horny gay boys would be incredible. And all the time he would smile… He loves showing off and giving another guy a good time, and if you are the cameraman, then a threesome may become part of your fantasy…
May 6th, 2008
Ziya looks like such a cool dude. And he also looks like he would be a fantastic lover. His sexy looks and cool attitude makes you want to know what he is hiding in his jocks. and I have to say when you see his pictures you will see just how sexy this guy is.
Ziya is a horny Turkish gay boy and I am sure you would enjoy meeting him. His cock hangs down over his balls and his tight ass is waiting for someone to fuck him.
Here are a few sample pictures of Ziya, showing off…
As you can see Ziya is very cute. So head inside Istanboys.com and check out his complete set of pictures.
April 6th, 2008
There was something about his boyish looks that caught my eye when I was flicking through the photo index at Istanboys.com. He doesn’t look much older than 18 - 19 and yet he was acting very mature.
His actions told me that he knew what he was ready to do the moment the camera starting capturing his every move.
Nesip held onto his cock firmly and began stroking, and watching for the first drops of pre-cum to drip from the slit. His cock head was turning purple, it looked angry but it only showed how horny he was.
Nesip stroked his cock hard, his moans echoed around the room and with his hand stroking his cock fast and hard he came, shooting his hot cum over his stomache. The look of pleasure on his face was incredible for a guy who was really a shy gay boy in disguise. He wanted to show you how fast he could climax and you can see his pictures inside Istanboys.com.
April 3rd, 2008
My very first lover has his hands on my neck. His fingertips massage the sides, while a deft motion with his palms creates a palpitating butterfly over my adam’s apple, showing it the same gentle exuberance, attention to detail; he gave my dick, just minutes ago.
Circling the knob, mating the balls of his finger with that of my cock, while he annihilates my slit with a single brush-and-bruise nailstroke, twisting the helmet, though slightly and dexterously, which causes lightning to whip up the shaft like a reverse come-stream—God, I’m in love, most of all with the way he touches my precum to his lips, imbibing it with a close-eyed, catlike ecstasy that causes him to chafe his lips over and over, and sets the nerve endings in my groin aflame.
A nail runs the peeled-corona-ridge of my cock, causing the machine-gun thunder to rocket through my veins again, making me fear the best is over, till his lips take their turn, mimicking the deed with a soft, folded end.
My nerves and anticipation make a paper-cut jolt of his spooned-like-a-slipper-touch then he’s lighting upwards with the deadly purpose of an Indian scout, shivering me with arrows at each tooth-hold, climbing me.
Agony—making me dry, buzzy, light-headed then wet again, so that my heads—both, the one I’ve thrown back and the one that’s gone forward, throb with a sensory hangover.
I can’t believe or express the softness, the sheer liquidity and bigness of his mouthcave, or the plushness of his tongue—the goddamn subway girth of his throat when he begins to actually digest me like some multi-segmented beast, sucking me in and down— the fucking unbelievable sensation of his sucking—those revving slide-release-pulls like the worst, best tickle in the known universe, when he’s, doing me with his mouth, letting me screw his face till he’s kissing my balls and I have to let go like an elephant sneezing.
“Lie back.” He whispers it gently, “So your head is over the edge of the bed. It’ll help your jaw to relax when I get inside it.”
March 28th, 2008
In a large tub, at the private establishment of a friend, my legs cocooned around the greyhound-taut thighs of my pet, fingers fanned into the coiling luxury of his hair, I wash his scalp, massaging the delicate nape, the ultra-sensitive mastoid bones I can’t resist scratching —fire lighting my groin at the way Kareem whimpers, grinding his ass into my cock. Normally, I’d punish such liberty-taking, but early on I decided there had to be a free zone where my pet could act out. The tub is that zone.
Twisting it like taffy in lieu of that other tower, the one I’m currently denying myself to make our reunion the sweeter; I work Kareem’s hair, his whimpers escalating. He’s buffing my rod now, working his cleft up and down—ass, whip-lashing backwards, while he tries to fuck me by feel—a skill he has practice at, though I make myself ignore his efforts, soothing myself like a rich man tallying assets, visualizing the braid I’ll work down his back, the oiling of his hair, that other lubing—before I let Kareem dress, slowly, provocatively, starting with his torso, when I make him masturbate both of us, the one time I force him to look up, while I feast on the view.
He has to flog us to half-mast by sensation, which he’s good at, though his fingers never fail to tremble the closer he gets to that almost-too-far point. He knows he’ll be spanked for that—an additional smack for every drop of pre-cum produced from either of us, pre-cum being any moisture I judge as such, the amount any estimate I choose.
Then there’s the moment he stops, hands quivering like aspen leaves, waiting for me to yank his cock and balls securely through his cock ring, knowing I might begin at once or prolong the agony—doing nothing, leaving him to figure whether I want him to frig more or simply wait, punishing him arbitrarily should he guess wrong, the more so, should his body betray me by going soft or shooting it’s load.
For now, I snap my fingers at a naked slave-boy, who obliges me by using a pitcher to rinse Kareem’s hair, exciting my pet to wiggling, cause now he can turn around and fuck me with his mouth or eat me with his ass, milking me with buttock-clenches, even cock-fuck me in this free zone, each of us in lapping slave-nuts in turn, while our time holds out.
February 29th, 2008
I found a very refreshing sets of pictures featuring a horny Turkish twink named Feza. He was quite cute and it looks like the day the camera guy found him, he was getting ready to paint a wall, in a strange design but it looked very good.
He started painting and then stripping off slowly. His chest was suddenly bare after stripping off his yellow t-shirt and it wasn’t long before he had white paint down the front of himself. He quickly wiped it away and because painting the wall again. It would have been interesting watching him move his sexy body while painting.
The purple paint on the wall looked good, but he looked a hell of a lot better and it would be an incredible experience to be with him.
Now naked, begins showing off his body, his cute ass and cock while painting and looking over his shoulder while he paints the wall. He wants to know everything the cameraman is up to so that he can tease you with his eyes. It was magic watching him stroke his cock in front of the camera and like me, I am sure you will enjoy looking through his fantastic set of pictures inside Istanboys.com.
February 17th, 2008
Such a sweet face; I love and deplore the white socks still on his feet, in his later shots, adore the thigh-long-dong, and the pose-happy side views that have him patting his own ass. The fact that he can sit on his ankles is admirable. I’d think, this one fancies himself a model. But then the latter photos are so relaxed, the face so elfin-sweet, I can all but hear him saying Nahh, I’m funning with ya mate, just flirting with the camera a bit.
So, flirt with me, I think. I place myself behind the camera. Now I’m lens-master. Yeah, Baby. Cream the lens for me, get it all gooey.
I want to see that frog pose some more, I think.
But first, get off the damn stool. I want that arm behind you, straining to hold you up, back arcing—thighs— diesel-pumping against your heels, like you mean to crunch through the flooring with your toes, while you frog-fuck the air. That sweet little lip will be bleeding with the force of your sweet little teeth biting it.
Pump, Baby, Pump, till you jizz the camera lens.
Only then am I gonna let you rest up, but only enough so you can come in me next.
February 7th, 2008
Bad ass angel demon; his faux wings made out of cabinetry, the knuckle popping lassitude of his features says: I got all day Daddio. Then there’s the vulnerable openness of his stance. He wants to be cock-sucked.
In my mind, I run my hands over those slim shoulders; test the meat with my fingers. Not so tough, boy-meat, sweet-meat, I think, thrusting my cock into his belly, feeling the heft of his cock, like a weighted ball, digging into my leg, at one end of me, while I taste the yielding flavor of his lips, open and pressed against my own, at the other end of me.
It’s time for those pants to go.
Slowly, I savor every inch from his heavy, sensuous lips, to his jutting-gorgeously sac, by allowing my lips to skid from one to the other.
The trip, from youthful chest to man-sized shaft ends as I encounter the base. I nibble at his mound, while forcing his pants down as far as I can. He steps lightly out of them.
Relishing the length, I lick the underside of his cock, popping the super-soft glans, when I get to it, into my mouth.
Hoover-time, I petal teeth with lips, and suck upwards, pumping lightly, while stroking his sac, stroking with fingers, as well as with the hollow tube of my mouth, vacuuming harder and harder, while my cheeks deepen and his young chest rises and falls quicker and quicker, till at last he spurts deep inside me.
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 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.”
