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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.”
October 6th, 2007
Taner loathed writing reports for his classes that he was taking at Istanbul Bilgi University. He was a smart young Turk with short black hair and a slender body but he was no genius. Taner found himself struggling with what he once found easy in high school. He especially hated doing them for his history class that was taught by Professor Ibish. The class was told to write a ten page report about the Cold War in two weeks. Taner decided to write about the Cold War in Istanbul.
After his classes were finished, he went to the library to do research about his topic of choice. Several hours later found himself with a few notes and a tall stack of books. As he was checking them out, his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten anything since lunch. His thoughts turned from spies in Istanbul to food. He was so focused on what to eat when he got back to his small apartment that he did not notice a bearded man walking in as he walked out.
Taner and the stranger bumped into each other. His tall stack of books went flying and he mumbled a curse before he bent to retrieve them.
“I’m terribly sorry,” the bearded man said as he quickly bent over to pick up a book.
“My fault,” the young Turk said. “I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going.”
The pair finally picked up all the fallen books. The stranger introduced himself as Yenar and he offered to buy Taner dinner that night. He looked friendly enough and the young Turk’s stomach rumbled before he agreed. The pair went to a nearby restaurant and they shared a marvelous meal.
During their conversation, Yenar explained that he remembered Professor Ibish when he went to Istanbul Bilgi University five years earlier. The beard made him look older than he really was. Taner found himself liking the older stranger and he asked what he did for a living. Yenar told him that his work was classified and that he could say no more about the subject.
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September 18th, 2007
Fakir is a young Turk that has been taking photography classes at a local college in Istanbul. He is slender and tall with long black hair and a goatee. I was proud that he was taking an interest in something that he could make a career of. He came by my studio one Saturday and asked my help. He wanted to take some nude pictures for his class but he did not have a model. Fakir asked me if I would like to be in front of the camera for a change.
I thought his offer over very carefully. I was used to being the one behind the camera and snapping pictures. The young Turk smiled as he waited patiently for my reply. I finally caved it and told him that I would love to be his model. Fakir had a good camera for beginners and he started to snap a few pictures of me still dressed. I then started stripping and I watched as his eyes grew big when my cock was exposed.
I wondered how long the young Turk would last before he joined me. I gave him a few pointers about lighting. He adjusted his flash and snapped a few more pictures. When I wrapped my hand around my older cock, I noticed a bulge starting to grow in Fakir’s pants. Being a photographer that shot pictures of young Turks, I knew what he was feeling. It was hard not to get excited about seeing a naked man in front of you.
I smiled because I realized how hard it was being in front of the camera. Most people think that I just tell my models to strip and act naturally. For some I find that easy to do because I want to capture the beauty of their naked bodies. I found myself wanting Fakir to stop snapping pictures so we could fuck.
I asked the young Turk if he wanted me to climax. He replied that he did not because this was for his photography class and only nudes were allowed. The young Turk finally was satisfied and put his camera down. He stripped off his clothes and stepped closer to me. We hugged and kissed before we climbed on the bed. I wrapped my moist mouth around his young cock and sucked it until he was fully erect.
I then licked Fakir’s quivering asshole until it was wet with my saliva. I then plunged my swollen crown into his anus. While I fucked his tight ass, I reached around and stroked his young cock. He climaxed moments before I exploded inside of his anal cavity. Fakir thanked me for the lesson and I told him that I was there if he ever needs more.
August 9th, 2007
Berkan usually knew everyone that visited his gay bar and that is how he knew that the slim tall guy didn’t look like he belonged. Perhaps it was his first time. He had to find out because he was up to a new challenge…
He filled up the next guy’s order before throwing down his cloth and made his way towards him. He didn’t look too bad, his hair was short, he had eyes to die for and his mouth looked like it could handle his cock.
He wasn’t sure where this guy had come from but he wanted to know more.
“Selam!”
The guy just looked at Berkan almost as if he was from another world. But then he smiled. It was almost like a ‘gay radar’ had kicked in.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Thanks… that would be nice…”
His smile was worth a thousands drinks. Berkan walked to the bar and ask the other barman for two glasses of Raki… he wanted to impress his new found friend.
They began talking and laughing and Berkan couldn’t help himself. He invited him back to his room upstairs. His cock was hard and he wondered how far this guy would go. When the guy smiled at him and nodded all his mind could picture was this cute guy sucking his cock…
“I’m Nemit… they call me big cock gay boy… I just thought you should know, because usually when someone invited me to their room, they almost run away because my cock is so big…”
Berkan smiled right back at him… “I don’t see a problem with a big cock. I’d like to see what you have. Is right now ok with you?”
Nemit nodded, finished his drink before Berkan led the tall guy up the stairs to his room. He wondered how deep Nemit could bury his cock in his ass… his cock was hard, harder than it had been in a long time. He knew a good hard fuck in his room was what he needed to tone down his horny feelings.
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July 27th, 2007
It had been a long night and his other lover had turned him down for other reasons and he needed to be with someone, even it if was just for a few moments. He softly called out to the barman who in turn whispered to another guy who was sitting at the bar. Emre Khan had taken a liking to a guy who had been flirting during most of his shift.
Within seconds Candan was beside him in the dark hall. He didn’t even make small talk, instead he pulled Candan to him and kissed him, sliding his tongue almost down the young man’s throat. He couldn’t help it, he was so horny and he needed some release and this guy had almost begged him to take him home with him.
But they weren’t going anywhere. They were in a long dark hall that only he had access to at that time of night. He felt Candan responding and Emre felt his hands touching him, massaging the small of his back and firm ass cheeks.
As a precaution he looked around to make sure no one was close by while still kissing the horny young man, who he believed was another person who worked the bar. He was sure he had seen him before when he was working and tonight for some reason his looks and his horny messages had turned him on. His cock was so hard, and it needed some attention.
He pulled away from Candan and told him how good a kisser he was.
“Wow! You certainly know how to kiss…. The barman told me your name and I want to know a little more about you….”
As he spoke he reached down and began unzipping his fly…
“Candan, I want you to work your wonderful mouth over my hard cock…. Would you?”
The look on the young man’s face said it all…
“Oh yes…. Fuck yes… I’d love to!”
Emre pulled his cock from his pants. It was dripping with pre-cum and he stroked it a few times all the way up and down the shaft readying it for Candan.
His young lover, knelt down in front of him admiring the massive cock in front of him. He could see the droplets of pre-cum dripping from the head and immediately moved to get closer. He opened his mouth and let Emre slide his cock inside, deep inside his mouth, till it was hitting against his throat.
He moaned just as Emre did…
“Oh…. Damn… that’s it… suck it, suck it for me please!”
Candan began to suck Emre’s cock gently, but Emre wanted and needed more. He placed his hands on his head and felt Candan’s head moving slowly. And it was then that he began moving the young man’s head for him. He felt the need to bring himself off using this guy’s face as a fuck toy. He moved his head, slowly at first and then faster. He fucked his face faster and faster and he could feel Candan gagging a little but not too much…
He didn’t stop and he knew his new gay lover was enjoying it because he was allowing him to use him. Emre fucked his mouth hard until his balls were brushing against his lower lip. He was now taking almost all of his cock down his throat and he was sucking and using his tongue to tease him.
Emre could feel his cum starting to churn around his balls…
“Oh, man… suck it… that’s right, suck my hard cock…”
He let go of Candan’s head and leant against the wall. He began thrusting his cock harder and faster into his mouth. He felt the young man’s hands on his ass, pressing his cock deep into his mouth. And suddenly it hit him…
He pressed his hands on the back of Candam’s head and held him there…
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming… oh damn… take my load down your sweet throat and drink it all…”
Emre felt his hot cum shoot down Candan’s throat and he didn’t think it would ever stop. He was shaking as he slowly pulled his cock from Candam’s mouth…
“That was so nice… thank you… come back to my room, I’d like to return the favor…”
Candan followed wondering how far he would go with this sexy gay guy. It was his first time and so far he felt he had done well… he wondered if his ass was up to a fucking especially with Emre’s massive cock…
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July 4th, 2007
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw Tursun. He had this head of dark hair with a strange hair cut and his fringe really hung down into his face. But he looked so cool in a sexy kind of way. His stood in the distance and I could see he had piercings through his lip and when he lit up a menthol smoke he looked like he owned the world.
When he exhaled his eyes were partly closed almost like he wanted to see you but in a way that showed how cool he thought he was. The way he moved showed how relaxed he was and if you liked him, you liked him and if you didn’t, well he didn’t really care. He was just a cool dude who believed that most guys would love the way he moved and how he showed that he was a gift to most gay boys.
At first when he stripped naked, I thought he only had a small cock. But looks can be very deceiving. His cock grew the moment he touched it and knew others were looking at him. He stroked his cock, faster and faster until he came all over his flat stomache.
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June 27th, 2007
“Urs! Get your sweet ass up here. I’m upstairs, in the attic… followed the sweet smell of sex and you will know where to find me!”
Everyone could hear Tarkan calling for Urs. He was his favorite play mate. He was his gay play mate and a guy who would do almost anything for Tarkan. Tarkan remained clothed but Urs noticed some sort of mattress on the floor and he immediately stripped naked because he knew what he had to do. He was Tarkan’s gay lover boy and he would want his cock sucked before anything else happened.
He knelt on the mattress and opened his mouth and let Tarkan feed him his cock. He loved the taste and he loved teasing his mate. Tarkan let him lick his balls and lick the pre-cum that dripped from the little slit in the head of his cock.
While he sucked cock, Tarkan allowed Urs to play with his own cock, stroking it and getting it nice and hard. If you were watching these two horny gay boys in action, you would be so turned on, just like we were… watching them together was incredible.
Tarkan gave ordered him to suck and to play until it was time. Tarkan was hard and he’d almost cum twice when he insisted on moving away. He stripped out of his clothes and lay on the mattress beside Urs. He sucked Urs’ cock for him and played with his own… and now it was time.
Urs was hard, his cock was throbbing… “Urs… it’s time to fuck my ass!”
Ur’s didn’t hesitate. He knelt between Tarkan’s legs and lifted them a little exposing his tight puckered hole. He pressed the head of his cock against the opening and pushed, until the entire length of his cock was buried inside his gay lover. The feeling was incredible…
To be continued next month…
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June 19th, 2007
“I think it’s time don’t you… it’s time to share your sweet virgin ass!”
Adem had been fooling with some of the guys in the gay bar. He had pretended to be gay when he really wasn’t but suddenly he found himself moments away from having his ass fucked by these horny guys. And he couldn’t hide his excitement. His circumcised cock was very, very hard.
He wasn’t sure what his girlfriend would say but at this point in time Adem really didn’t care. He felt Pete’s cock pressing against his tight hole, the pain was incredible and he had the feeling he was being spread wide and he couldn’t stop it because he loved the feeling.
This dark haired guy Pete he stirred up once too often told him, his ass would be his if he didn’t stop and for some reason he kept stirring him. And here he was. The piercing pain spread through Adem’s body like an electric current as Pete and Adem felt the head of Pete’s cock enter his tight ass.
Adem enjoyed the feeling, it was a mixture of pain and then pleasure, but he knew there would be more pain before he felt more pleasure. He felt Pete thrust his hips forward and the entire length of his cock spread his ass wide. As he went to scream from the pain, Yasar filled his mouth with his cock. Instead he moaned around the thick cock now fucking his mouth.
These guys were going to share his ass and he was enjoying every moment of this wild threesome. They were fucking their virgin boy and Adem loved every second of it. He couldn’t stop now if he tried.
Pete fucked his ass hard, slamming into him over and over again, his balls hitting up against Adem’s with every stroke. Yasar fucked his mouth and in his mind he hoped they would see how hard his cock was. He could feel it throbbing with every thrust into his ass and his mouth. Both holes were filled and he was being used as their own private fuck toy.
Pete watched his cock sliding in and out of Adem’s tight hole and suddenly Adem knew they were both about to cum. But Yasar pulled his cock from Adem’s mouth and waited until Pete filled Adem’s ass with his hot cum. He cried out when he came filling their fuck toy with his hot cum.
He slipped his dripping cock from Adem’s ass and made room for Yasar. But Yasar wanted to change positions. He lay back on this floor with his cock standing straight and tall and told Adem to slide his ass down over it.
Adem was nervous and it didn’t take long for Pete to realize that he needed help. He picked Adem up and lowered him until Yasar’s cock was buried deep inside him. Adem’s was whimpering and his cock was dripping pre-cum all over Yasar’s cock. Pete noticed it and knelt down between his legs and as Yasar fucked his ass, Pete closed his lips around Adem’s throbbing and dripping cock and sucked him.
It didn’t take him long to shoot his load into Pete’s mouth and when he did so, so did Yasar, climaxed and filled their new gay fuck boy with his hot man juice.
Pete and Yasar, carried Adem into the shower and they all bathed together. The night wasn’t over… it had only just started…
June 6th, 2007
Taksim Square is where a lot of gay boys hang out and in some of the gay bars, rent boys can be found also. But it was in the middle of the square that I came across a horny guy named Adem. His eyes shone so brightly and he looked like a gorgeous lover but I couldn’t do anything with him. Not without his permission.
I was the square’s residential transsexual and I was told I was the perfect lover… my name is Simone. I often find guys who look lost in the Square and bring them home with me. And usually these guys are gay boys who have been tossed out on their ear or who have no home to go to once they have been pleasured.
Some guys come to Taksim looking for a hot time and once the night is over, they can’t get home. So they end up at my place.
Adem had been fast asleep on my lounge when he woke with a start. He really had no idea what he was doing there he was gorgeous and it only took a few moments to explain to him that we hadn’t done anything. I gave him a soft towel and showed him to the bathroom and before I knew it, he was out of my life.
But thinking back over how he came to be in my apartment made my cock tingle. I remembered helping him back from the Square and he was so close to me. I could hear him moaning and he had a hard-on so big I would love to have enjoyed the moment. But I didn’t.
Instead I found myself standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and thinking about what it would have been like to suck his hard cock and let him suck mine. But I wasn’t going to do that without his permission.
I went off to work and didn’t think anything about Adem any more because I didn’t want to have fantasies that don’t come true. One night I was out working, and a car pulled up close to me. My heart skipped a beat… it was Adem.
I leaned against the car and smiled at him and he thanked me for taking me home that night and asked if I’d like to go for a ride with him.
“I want to thank you for helping me out the other night.”
I was a bit wary of getting into a car and going for a drive with someone I hardly knew but those eyes had me and his gorgeous look…
“Sure…”
I waved goodnight to the other tranny and climbed in beside Adem. He handed me a little envelope and said thank you…. But I didn’t open it, I just slipped it into my wallet.
Adem drove and not much was said until we arrived in a little secluded spot on a hill overlooking the Golden Horn. The view was perfect for the moment and I knew that Adem’s horn would be golden too.
He climbed out and almost ran around to my side of the car and opened the door. He had me lean up against his car and he hugged me, kissed me gently and thanked me again for helping him.
My cock was hard when he knelt in front of me and pulled my panties down revealing my hard cock. I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the little slit in the head and when he took my cock in his mouth for the first time, it felt incredible. It felt so fucking good. I almost collapsed from the intense pleasure this gay boy was giving me.
He sucked me hard, only stopping when I’d cum for him. He licked his lips and asked me to open the car door and bend over for him. I did as he requested. I felt him rub his hard cock between my ass cheeks and then he stopped for a few moments.
Adem rolled a condom down over his cock and spread my cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against my tight puckered hole. I felt him, the head pushing into me, spreading my ass wide and suddenly the full length of his cock was buried deep in my ass.
His thick cock caught me by surprise, but I didn’t ask him to pull out. He began fucking me, pulling out so only just the head was inside before slamming his cock back into me. Over and over he fucked me until I felt his cock throbbing as he came.
As quickly as that moment started it was over. We cleaned up and he invited me back in the car and drove me to a quaint café where he wanted to buy me supper before taking me back to my patch.
January 2nd, 2007
The pair of Turkish gay twinks had been friends for as long as they or anybody else in Istanbul could remember. They had watched out for each other no matter where they went because that’s what street boys do. Azize was younger by six months and he would often get bullied by others. He always claimed that he was more of a lover than a fighter. Jeff had a tough look about him and he had muscles were it counted. He often came to the rescue of his friend who soon became his gay lover.
One afternoon, Azize wanted to go shopping at the Grand Bazaar. He just wanted a new pair of leather shoes and he knew that he could get a good price for them at the Kapali Carsi. The slender dark-haired gay twink told Jeff where he was going before he left their small flat. They had been living together for almost a year.
He found a great deal on a pair of black leather shoes at the covered market. On his way back to the flat, he noticed that he was being followed by two dark-skinned Turks. He made the mistake of taking a short cut through an alley. The strangers caught up to him and one struck Azize hard on the side of the head with his fist. The blow was strong enough to make a cut and for blood to seep out.
The Turkish gay twink touched the bloody wound and quickly yelled out for help. Before the strangers managed to do much more harm, Jeff was suddenly there and his fists starting flying. He got the better of them and they quickly ran away. He helped his gay lover back to their flat and put a bandage on his head.
“I owe you another one,” Azize said touching the bandage and wincing.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something to repay me,” Jeff said with a mischievous grin.
The Turkish gay twinks kissed and began taking off each other’s t-shirts. They tugged each other’s jeans and underwear down so their young cocks could be freed. Azize kneeled before his gay lover and began kissing the purple glan. His kisses soon turned to licking as Jeff’s cock grew longer and thicker.
Azize heard his gay lover let out a moan as he wrapped his moist mouth around the stiff cock. He loved sucking the rough street boy’s manhood inch by inch. While the Turkish gay twink sucked cock, Jeff ran his hands through his hair. Semen began to boil in his balls and he broke out sweating.
Without warning, Jeff exploded inside Azize’s mouth. The Turkish gay twink swallowed every drop of his fellow street boy’s seed.
“Now that’s what I call a reward,” he said with a satisfied smile.
