Patty was an advisor too. He had been back to Ireland on
a short vacation and was returning to the OPEC oilfields. He
was single and full of good humor. He was a slender redhead.

Tom had earned his strips on the off shore oil fields in the
Gulf of Mexico, off the southern California and the Alaskan
oilfields. He was the kind of supervisor that got in the rigs and
got dirty along with the men. When he tested a core sample he
did it like an old timer by tasting it. He could tell by the taste if
they were close to oil before the lab could return with results.
His job this time was to over see the maximizing of production.

Tom had left his wife and eleven-year old son in Atlanta.
They had figured it was better for the boy to stay in school.
Besides his wife was not about to cover her body and play the
subservient wife to please any religion that considered her an
infidel.

Patty was telling Tom about what to expect. They lived in
a compound separate from the general population. Because they
didn’t drink alcohol the westerners had to drink their good Irish
whisky in the compound. Because we are infidels in their eyes it
is not wise to look at their women.

When the airplane landed and they picked up their
luggage the dry heat was like standing in front of a blast furnace.
Patty helped Tom through all the red tape. They took the
company bus to the compound. Petty introduced Tom to the
company administration office. Tom was assigned an apartment
close to Patrick.

The Arabs feel that manual labor is beneath them so those
western advisors only supervise the imported labor. The
roughnecks were from India, the Philippines and Japan. The
work was administrative in nature. Tom checked the quality of
pipes and the efficacy of pumps to insure that oil flowed to the
holding tanks for shipping. The days were long and boring to
Tom because he liked first hand knowledge. He got out of the
office to actually see the pipelines first hand. Seeing the actual
pipes he could tell what sections needed replacing.

Tom did enjoy the company of the jovial Irishman. He
was a pleasant companion. One night while they were enjoying
a cold beer, Tom asked what the hell they could do to relive
their sexual needs? Patty laughed and said the safest way was to
keep a houseboy. Tom gave him a suspicious look and asked
him what he was talking about.

Patty told him that it was not wise to mess with local
women but in the Arabic culture men could enjoy the company
of boys. Tom had had some experience with sex with men but
didn’t make a practice of it. He asked Patrick what he was
talking about. Patty told him that you bargain with a local
servant merchant for a houseboy to be a personal servant. He
told Tom to plan on paying half of whatever the merchant first
quoted. Patrick called out for his housdeboy to join them.

The boy came in dressed in the black robes and headgear
of an Arab of the local clan. All that Tom could see of the
teenager was the face and hands. He was darker than a
westerner and the eyes were dark around the sockets. It looked
as if he had makeup on. But it was just the natural look. His
lips were dark and his gums were too.

Patrick had the boy come close. He told the boy to lift his
robe to show his guest. The boy did as he was told. All he had
on under the rode was sandals. As he turned around Tom saw
the smooth skin of his butt. The limp cock was average size for
a boy his age. The circumcised cock was the color of coffee
with cream. The folds of the scrotum were much darker. He
had a black patch of pubic hair above his cock. It looked like he
had not had it long. Patrick reached for the boy’s cock and
played with the dark head of his cock. Then he turned the boy to
show Tom the dark ring of the boy’s asshole by spreading his
cheeks with two fingers. Patrick told him that the boy was great
at sucking cocks and you never fucked a tighter hole than a
boy’s asshole.

To demonstrate his point he told the boy to open Tom’s
pants and give him a blowjob. The boy knelt between Tom’s
legs and opened his pants. He pulled Tom’s cock out of his
underpants and started sucking him. Tom was almost
embarrassed, cumming in the boy’s mouth with Patrick
watching.

The next day after work Patrick took Tom to visit the
local servant merchant. Tom looked over his selection of boys.
At Patrick’s encouragement he had them strip completely so he
could see them better. Tom was struck by the good looks of one
boy. The skin was flawless. His face had the dark eyes and the
brown lips. The boy was just starting to grow pubic hair. He
was told the boy had been orphaned during the war with Iraq.
The merchant asked a very high price. After some tea and
bargaining, a price was agreed on for the boy’s service. He was
told the boy’s name was Arie.

When they took the boy home Patrick invited his boy to
come over to help him learn how to keep house and show him
how to please the adults. Arie knew what was expected of him.
He had been introduced to sex by all the adults and older boys at
the orphanage.

The boy slept in Tom’s bedroom every night. Tom was
uncircumcised and his scrotum was heavy. It hung low between
his legs. The Arabs find western men that have uncircumcised
cocks a treat because they know they are not Jewish.

The white man with the sandy blonde haired man
intrigued Arie. When he skinned back the fore skin the head of
his cock was so much pinker than any dick he had ever seen.
The boy was very good at sucking cocks. He was equally adept
at taking an adult’s cock up his ass. Tom was enjoying having
his clothes laid out for him in the morning before he went to
work and coming home at night to fuck the boy’s ass.

Then one night when he was talking to his wife on the
phone she told him that Robert would soon be on summer
vacation. She felt that it would be an educational experience for
the boy to spend the summer with him. Tom knew better than to
argue with her. He agreed to come home long enough to bring
Bobby back with him.

He had the extra bedroom made up into a boy’s room.
The adjoining closet had plenty of room. It had doors at both
ends. The wooden slats in the doors allowed air to pass from
room to room. He told Arie that his son was to young to
understand about what passed between them at night. He was to
not let on what they did.

When Tom returned with is son, Arie had the apartment
ready. He was attracted to the younger boy. He had not seen
western boys before. The boy was so pale and his hair was cut
short with a light sandy blonde color. The eyes were as pale as
the sky. His cheeks were pink as if her was blushing all the
time.

Tom had the boy sleep on a bedroll on the floor by his
bed. When Tom was at work, the two boys became friends.
Arie wanted to know if the boy had ever had sex before. Bobby
admitted that older boys at school had told him about sex. He
admitted that he had even played with his dick. He blushed as
he told Arie about playing with his dick. He admitted that he
had never had sex with a girl before. When Arie asked if he had
sex with a man or boy yet? Bobby was shocked at the idea of
having sex with a man or boy. Arie was smart enough not to
press the subject. A day or two later Bobby wanted to know
more about it.

Arie had planed what he wanted to do. He knew that Tom
was getting horny. After all he had not had sex in more than a
week. He told Bobby to hide out in the closet after bedtime that
night. Arie made sure the window blinds and drapes were open.
He wanted the moon light to make the room as bight as possible.

That night Bobby went to bed early and left his closet
door open so that when his father and Arie went to bed he
slipped out of bed and sat on the floor close to the door to his
father’s room. He could see the room between the slats.

Arie was naked on his mat. Tom was stripped to his
boxer shorts because of the heat. He heard Arie ask if his father
wanted a blowjob. Tom said if your quiet, we don’t want to
wake Bobby. Arie got up and Bobby watched the smooth ass
ripple as he walked around the bed. He sat on the side of the
bed next to Tom. He was facing the foot of the bed. He could
not see the Bobby, but he wanted to make sure the boy could see
what he was doing. He unsnapped the waistband of the boxer
style underwear. He pulled out the ample cock and slowly
stroked the skin up and down. He licked his lips and rested his
body on the adult’s lower tummy. Then he opened his mouth
and took the shaft into his mouth. He was really getting into the
act of sucking the man’s cock.

Tom was resting his right hand on the smooth ass and
feeling it. Arie got up on his knees so that Bobby would have a
good view of his father’s hand as he milked his dick and felt his
scrotum. Bobby saw his father run his finger up the valley and
force a finger into the brown hole.

Bobby was almost ready to run when he saw his father
move the boy so he could stand up. Arie got on his knees
crossways on the bed to give Bobby a good view of what was
happening. Tom stood by the bed and took a tube of KY from
the nightstand and applied a dollop of the lubricant on the top of
his cock. Then he wrapped his hand around the shaft and spread
it evenly over the shaft with the practiced masturbation strokes.

He used the greasy fingers to spread the cheeks of the
boy’s ass. He guided the cock against the brown ring and
pushed his hips forward. Bobby watched in fascination as the
cock disappeared slowly into the hole. His father was thrusting
his hips back and forth slowly at first. The longer he fucked the
boy the faster his hips moved. He was holding the boy by the
hips. Then he stopped moving. His father had what looked like
a pained expression on his face. When he pulled his cock out of
the boy’s ass Bobby saw white stuff leak out of the hole. He
watched his father settle down on the bed as he pulled the boy
up next to him. He sucked the teenager until he could swallow
the boy’s cum. As they settled down to fall asleep Bobby
slipped back to his room.

Bobby was thinking about what he had seen all night. He
masturbated all night. He could not cum like his father but
every time he climaxed he would start allover again. By
morning he was exhausted and his cock swollen up to the point
that it was almost as big around as it was long.

After Tom went to work Arie entered Bobby’s room. He
suggested that they go for a swim in the company pool. Arie
changed into a blue swimsuit with a white strip down the legs.
Bobby put on white swim briefs that made him look even whiter
than he was. They slung bath towels over their shoulders and
walked to the pool.

With most of the adult men at work the houseboy’s had
the pool to themselves. When they saw the young white boy
they started gathering around Bobby and Arie. Arie said
something in Arabic and the boys moved away to a respectable
distance. Only Patrick’s houseboy wanted to stay close.

As they played in the water Arie asked Bobby if he had
watched last night? Bobby blushed as he admitted he had
watched everything. Arie moved close and asked if he wanted
to try it? Bobby said in a small voice that he wanted to find out
what it was like. Arie pressed his body against the boy and
reached underwater to fell the boy’s basket. Bobby didn’t stop
him. Arie told him that they should return to the apartment. The
heat dried their trunks off on the walk back to the apartment.

They were sitting on the couch as Arie told Bobby to have
a look in his trunks. Bobby giggled as he lifted the waistband of
the trunks and took a close look at the dark cock with the large
dark. It was like a game as Arie tickled the boys flesh. They
stood and pulled down each other’s trunks. They were both
intrigued by the sight of each other’s genitalia. Aries had some
hair. His scrotum hung like a sack with just two large marbles
in it. Ever wrinkle was a dark brown next to the coffee and
cream colored skin. Bobby was at the age where he had not
changed from boy to man yet. The only hair on his body was on
his head. He still had baby fat on his body that made his breasts
look like a young girl’s. His little cock had a foreskin the
dangled at least three quarts of an inch past the end of his dick.
His little scrotum held his testes tightly against his pinkish-white
flesh. They looked like two small bird eggs. There was hardly a
wrinkle in the sack.

When they sat down on the couch again Arie told Bobby
to take hold of his cock. Bobby did as he was told and stroked
the skin up and sown. When Arie took hold of Bobby’s dick the
swelling had gone down. Just the same it was almost painful
having his dick stroked up and down.

There was some more playful tickling and giggles as they
played with each other. Arie asked Bobby to suck his cock. He
warned Bobby not to use his teeth. Bobby had never done
anything like that before. He put his nose close to the cock and
smelled it first. Bobby opened his mouth in an exaggerated
manner and put his lips over his teeth as he took the knob of
Arie’s cock into his mouth. He quickly lifted his head because a
loose hair was gotten in his mouth and he had a hard time
hocking the hair out of his mouth. They both chuckled as the
boy removed the hair. Bobby returned to licking the dick. He
got his first taste of pre-cum. He wrinkled his nose up because
he didn’t like the taste. He did get use to it after the second time
he tasted it.

Arie lay back on the couch and had Bobby straddle his
body so that he could suck Bobby’s dick as Bobby sucked his.
Arie did want to cum yet. He just wanted to get the boy and
himself as excited as possible.

Arie had Bobby lay on his back while he ran in and got
the KY. When he returned he sucked Bobby’s dick and scrotum
at the same time. As he was sucking the boy he stuck the tube
against the asshole and squeezed some into the pink hole. He
put some on his cock and then he lifted Bobby’s legs up until the
boy was rolled back so that his asshole was in the air. He
worked the head of his cock against the boy’s ass. When he
thrust forward Bobby whined in pain and begged Arie to stop. It
took a couple of tries but Arie was soon inside Bobby’s rectum.
He held still until Bobby got used to the feeling. He ran his
hands over the little tits to take the boy’s mind off the stinging in
his ass.

Arie’s cock kept squirting out, so they were all over the
couch trying to find a way that it would stay in. They tried it on
their sides. But returned to the missionary position. This time
Arie started fucking the boy fast. He used his thumb and
forefinger to masturbate Bobby while he fucked him. By the
time Arie came in his ass Bobby was giggling again.

They cleaned up in the bathroom afterwards. They stayed
undressed all day. Bobby got to fuck Arie later in the day. He
could not cum but he did enjoy the feeling. They played these
games every day after Tom went to work.

It was too good to last. One day Tom came home early.
He found it strange that it was so quiet. He figured that the boys
were out playing. He headed for the bathroom to pee. Then he
heard a soft moan coming from Bobby’s bedroom. He walked
to the door thinking that maybe Bobby was sick. When he
opened the door he saw Arie’s cock slipping into his son’s
asshole. He stood there in rage to think his houseboy was
fucking his son.

He was too mad to say anything. As he watched he saw
that Bobby was enjoying what they were doing. His rage turned
to lust. He felt his cock come to life. Arie was the first to see
Tom. Bobby had his eyes closed at the time. Arie saw the bulge
in Tom’s pants. He motioned for him to come to him.

Tom held his finger to his lips and rushed to the bathroom
to empty his bladder. Bobby and Arie were so busy Bobby
didn’t here the water splashing in the toilet. Tom returned to the
boy’s bedroom without putting his cock back in his pants.

He quietly slipped into the room and stood next to Arie’s
face. Arie’s took hold of his cock and put it in his mouth.
Bobby opened his eyes when he smelled his father cologne.
>From his vantagepoint, Bobby was looking at his father’s hairy
scrotum swing as his cock disappeared into Arie’s mouth. Arie
was pumping cum into his ass as cum leaked from the corner’s
mouth, as his father shot load after load into the houseboy’s
mouth.

Afterwards they sat on the bed as Tom took his clothes
off. Bobby could smell his father’s sweat as he took off his
clothes. With all of them naked they were feeling each other’s
body. This was the first time Tom and Bobby had a chance to
inspect each other’s bodies. Tom sucked his son’s dick as he
probed his swollen asshole.

Tom’s cock had come to life by the time Bobby climaxed.
It was Bobby’s turn to suck his father’s cock until he tasted his
father’s cum for the first time. They showered together and sat
around naked as they ate dinner. When Tom put his son on his
hands and knees to fuck him, Bobby bit his lip to keep from
crying out. Arie was beside him paying with his dick as his
father fucked him.

After they rested, the positions were changed. Bobby was
able to insert his little cock into his father’s ass without lube. He
didn’t have to work though. Arie stuck his cock into Bobby’s
ass easily because it was still full of his father’s cum. Each time
Arie thrust forward Boddy’s little dick was thrust as deep as it
would go into his father ass

They were enjoying their new relationship. Patrick’s
houseboy had to find out what was going on. After the adults
went to work and he had cleaned up the bedroom he went to
Tom’s apartment. He heard soft talking in the place as he
knocked on the door.

Arie opened the door with his black robe on and no head
covering. He was blocking the door so that he could not see
inside. When he asked what was going on? Arie stepped back
and let the door open.

The houseboy saw Bobby sitting on the couch with his
feet on the coffee table. The white boy was totally naked.
Bobby was stroking his little dick slowly. Bobby’s hair was
almost wet from sweat. He entered the room and Arie pulled his
robe off. He sat next to Bobby and they stated playing with each
other’s dicks.

The houseboy stripped off his robe and underpants. He
kicked off his shoes. All he had on was his socks after he pulled
his head covering off. His black hair was shaggy. He sat next to
Bobby to inspect his first white boy. He found his soft flesh
very smooth. He found the baby tits fascinating. He was
sucking them in turn. He went to the floor so he could get a
close look at the little dick. He sucked on it like a straw. He
was very gentle with the little scrotum as he felt it with his
fingers. Arie helped him by taking hold of Bobby’s ankles and
pulling his legs back so his friend could inspect the swollen and
red asshole of Bobby. He touched it and saw it pucker. He spit
on his palm and coated his cock. Bobby knew what was going
to happen and relaxed. The brown cock entered his butt. Arie
was sucking Bobby’s nipples as he stroked the boy’s dick.

The apartment smelt like cum, by the time Patrick and
Tom got home. When they entered Tom’s apartment the boys
were exhausted. Tom and Patrick stripped and used the
bathroom before they joined the boys. They watched the boys
play with each other as they stroked each other’s cocks. The
boys went to work sucking the adults.

The rest of the summer was one big orgy. Bobby was
starting to grow a little hair above his dick by the end of his
vacation. He was also squirting cum too. It was just a few
drops but it could shoot up and splash on his face. The added
plus was he could take Patrick’s and his father’s cocks without
KY.

He was a little concerned about what he was going to do
with his father back in Arabia and him alone at home. Tom
made the flight home with him. He expected to see his mother
when they exited the terminal. Instead his Uncle George was
there. He was his father’s older brother. After they picked up
the luggage they put it in the back of the car. George tossed
Tom the keys and got in the passenger side of the car. Bobby
was between the two men.

As they headed for the interstate for the ride home,
George told Bobby that he had broken his daddy’s cherry when
he was younger that him. With that Bobby looked at his father
and Tom nodded his affirmation. When Bobby turned back to
his Uncle, George was opening his pants. He was telling Bobby
that while his father was gone he would look after him. I’m
thrilled that you returned my loving brother to me. I missed his
butt.

Bobby stroked the cock slowly in the knowledge that it
was larger than his father’s was. It was all he could do to get the
head of his cock in his mouth. But the thrill of running his
tongue under the foreskin of his Uncle’s cock was giving him a
hard-on. George was telling him all about his father and telling
him that in his father’s absence he would take up his sexual
education. Bobby finally sat up satisfied in the knowledge that
he was going to be looked after and with a mouth full of cum.

Mehmet Yilmaz smiled, as he felt the tall kid under him relax. He slowly caressed the boy’s naked butt again. To the middle-aged Turkish man, there was nothing better than the feel of a young blond boy’s ass. He sighed, winked at his friend Ramazan who was slowly massaging the boy’s upper back and then he dipped his tongue into the kid’s ass crack. The boy shuddered and wriggled a bit, but Mehmet’s strong and hairy hands had a good grip on the kid’s butt. The Turkish wrestler pushed his dark purple tongue a little deeper into the kid’s crack and savored the taste. He felt the kid stiffen when his thick black moustache tickled the young teen’s sensitive ass.

“Thiz iz so good,” Yilmaz thought.

And then he drove his tongue right into boy’s hole; he just couldn’t wait any longer… He had to give this American boy, whose father was watching the whole scene, a good licking. Pete moaned and thrashed as he was being speared deep in his ass. He gasped and groaned as he felt this strange adult man rimming him… The whole situation made him hotter than ever before. He knew that here, in Turkey, his deepest fantasies would be fulfilled. His mind was almost numb after the exciting things he had experienced during the last few hours. He had almost lost track of time and space, but he knew his Dad was somewhere close, watching him. He hardly knew the man who was licking his asshole, but that didn’t matter. He was in a Turkish hammam, surrounded by big, hairy Turkish wrestlers. To be in this situation had been his birthday wish and his Dad had made it possible. Pete sighed happily. He seemed to melt into the warm slab of wet marble on which he was lying as he gave in to the strong, wet tongue. Then, he felt a slick hand pulling his cock and balls away from under his body to let his teen meat hang over the edge of the marble slab. Almost immediately, Pete felt that his cock was sucked into a warm, moist mouth. He moaned again and floated away…

(The night before, a Friday evening at the Palace Hotel in Izmir, Turkey. The time was close to 10.00 PM)

“Are you absolutely sure about this, Pete?”

Concerned, Mr. Millard looked at his son, who was standing in front of him in his small white briefs. The boy just had a shower. His body was still damp and his longish hair stuck to his neck and forehead.

Pete looked into his father’s eyes and replied:

“I’m sure about this, dad. ‘Course I’m a bit nervous, but hey… you can see what my pecker thinks about it.”

Mr. Millard looked at his son’s bulging hard-on. He grinned, while he gently squeezed his boy’s rock hard cock.

“I can see what that pecker of yours thinks about it, boy…”

He paused and continued to squeeze his own son’s rigid tool. He always enjoyed making the boy horny. After a while, he laid his warm hands on the boy’s shoulders and asked again:

“Are you really, really sure about it, Pete? It’s not too late to call the whole thing off… Just tell me the truth, boy.”

Again, Pete’s light blue eyes searched his dad’s and he replied with a steady voice:

“Yes Dad, Sir. I really, really want this to happen…”

His father noticed a little shudder of excitement running through his son’s young body. He saw Pete’s nipples getting harder, always the sign that his son was getting more than just horny. Mr. Millard knew for sure now that his boy was still into the fantasy the kid himself had created. The fantasy for which they had flown to Turkey. The fantasy Pete would experience as a gift for his fourteenth birthday. Mr. Millard decided then they would go through with it. After all, he would keep an eye on his sexy boy all the time and if really necessary, he would not hesitate to end the whole thing.

Downstairs, on the ground floor of the hotel suite, a little clock sounded the hour. That brought Mr. Millard back to reality and he looked at his son again. Pete’s young cock had started to leak. Mr. Millard stopped squeezing his son’s teen dick and took a few steps back. When he spoke to Pete this time, his voice was a little more serious.

“Now that I know that you are serious and willing to continue, I’ll give you a few instructions for tonight. This is only to make your birthday experience the best possible. ”

Pete nodded.

Mr. Millard continued, “First of all, you do not make a noise at all when our visitor gets here. Not a single noise and you’ll stay in your room Got that, boy?”

Pete smiled and replied: “Yes Dad, Sir!”

“Good”, came his dad’s reply. “You are supposed to be asleep. Even if I decide to visit your room with our visitor, you pretend to be asleep. If you are clever enough, you can maybe sneak a peak at him, but he shouldn’t catch you. Understood?”

“Yes Dad, Sir!”

Mr. Millard saw the little fun lights in Pete’s eyes. He decided to play along with him and he answered, while ruffling his kid’s light blond hair: “Good boy. So, are you ready, boy?”

“Yes Dad, Sir!”

“Where’s your wrestling singlet?”

Pete pointed to a chair, next to his bed. A recently worn shiny light blue wrestling singlet was thrown casually over a chair.

“Good. And now, boy?”

“Now, Dad, Sir, I’m off to bed.”

“Right you are! And boy..?” Mr. Millard looked questioningly at Pete.

“Yeah dad?”

Mr. Millard stepped up to Pete and took his young boy in a strong, loving hug.

“Happy birthday, my sexy, little horndog.”

Pete melted into his father’s arms. Father and son shared a long, loving hug. After a while, Mr. Millard disengaged himself again. He ruffled Pete’s hair again, smiled and left his son’s bedroom. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, he looked over his shoulder to his son and said:

“Oh yeah… no jacking off.”

Pete groaned, but his father knew he would be obeyed. His son was raised well and trusted his dad completely.

Downstairs, Mr. Millard went to his office and decided to read some business documents. He didn’t expect his visitor for another hour. That very afternoon, while Pete was working out in the hotel gym, Mr. Millard had dialed the phone number he had gotten from one of his contacts at the Organization. The people from this international “agency” would help him to plan and execute his son’s birthday wish.

It was nearly midnight, the hour of his appointment with Yilmaz, the Turkish agent of the Organization. Mr. Millard wanted to check on his son again to make sure everything was all right. He left the office, crossed a corridor and quietly walked up a small staircase that connected the two floors of the spacious suite he had rented. He stepped across the landing to the last door on the right. Slowly, he opened it and Mr. Millard looked into the room. The windows were slightly open and the cool air of the Turkish summer night drifted in. A pale beam of moonlight shone on the bed. His boy was fast asleep, breathing lightly. Mr. Millard stood in the door opening and looked at his son while strange emotions came over him.

“Good…” he thought. “He’s asleep. Or he’s faking it… In either case, he’s doing what I told him to.”

With a smile, Mr. Millard closed the door of his son’s bedroom and walked downstairs again. Coming back to his office he poured himself a scotch and sat down. The ticking of the clock was the only sound to be heard. Mr. Millard sat back and waited. His thoughts were a whirlpool of mixed emotions and he felt the familiar pressure in his balls…

Just after the small clock on his desk had softly chimed midnight, Mr. Millard heard the buzzer of his hotel suite. He quickly rose, walked across the corridor and slowly opened the suite’s door. A dark figure entered.

“Good evening, Mr. Yilmaz.” Mr. Millard said to his visitor.

A deep voice replied:

“Good evening, Mizter Millard. I’m Mehmet Yilmaz.”

The men shook hands. Yilmaz’ handshake was firm and Mr. Millard got the impression he was dealing with a determined, but friendly man. Mr. Millard led the man into his office and had a good looked at his visitor. He saw a chunky man of medium height, about forty years old. He was carrying a shiny leather briefcase. The man was wearing worn, tight fitting black trousers and a white shirt. His face was pale; he had a big, closely trimmed black moustache and his eyes where dark and smoldering. His hands were large and strong. The man’s shirt was open at the neck and revealed a mass of dark hair on the developed chest. Mr. Millard recognized the features: this man was unmistakably Turkish.

“Sit down, please.” Mr. Millard said. “Would you like something to drink?”

The Turk sat down and asked for a scotch. Millard quickly poured two glasses and offered one to his guest. Then he walked to the desk and opened one of its drawers. He took out a heavy leather-bound folder and a pen and sat opposite of his guest.

For what seemed a long time, the two men just looked at each other. The tension in the room was heavy but pleasant.

Mr. Millard finished his drink and thought: “Well, let’s go…”

He cleared his throat and said: “Sir, I presume you completely understand what I am looking for?”

The other man looked at him intently and replied: “Yes… of courze I understand, Mizter Millard. My contacts at the Organization have explained everything to me. Your son has a certain… wish and you want me to help to fulfill that wish, yes?”

“Yes, that’s what it’s about.” Mr. Millard said.

They were silent again. The Turk smiled and made the ice cubes in his glass tinkle.

“So… what uh… what have you come up with, Mr. Yilmaz? ” asked Mr. Millard.

His client shifted in his chair and spoke in a business-like voice: “The Organization contacted me immediately when they heard from you and your son’s wish.  You see, I am official of a wrestling club in thiz town. I manage our team of wrestlers and organize tournaments.”

Mr. Millard listened to the heavily accented voice. He had a good feeling about this man.

“Olympic style wrestling or oil wrestling?” Mr. Millard asked.

Mr. Yilmaz stroked his thick moustache and replied: “Both, Mizter Millard. We are all men between 35 till 50 yearz and we like wrestling…we are veterans and we have matches against other Turkish senior clubz. But our club iz… special…”

Mr. M smiled. He knew what was coming.

“Sometimes we perform… special services for the Organization, you see? In this case, we’re very willing to help you and your son. ”

Mr. Millard felt a sudden rush in his crotch area; it was the sign he understood. He was so aroused now!

“So…” Mr. Millard said, “Your club can help my son to… get what he wants for his birthday?”

Mr. Yilmaz nodded.

“Yez, Mizter Millard.”

“May I ask you why you are doing this?” Millard asked.

Even for a business-like man like him it was difficult to maintain his composure. This conversation was really exciting him. He already was having visions of seeing his young son sucking Yilmaz’ cut cock, or being rimmed by the heavily mustached Turk, while other hairy wrestlers were watching the scene, tugging at their fat dicks inside their wrestling singlets. But this was not the time for dreaming. The real thing would happen very soon…

Yilmaz cleared his throat and replied: “We Turkish men like… blond boyz… Your son he iz blond?”

Mr. Millard nodded and the Turkish man smiled.

“We are loyal to the Organization. And most of the wrestlers in my club like boyz, too. You see, except our fee, we get something out of it as well.” Yilmaz continued with a horny look in his eyes.

“So, tell me more about your son, pleaze.”

Mr. Millard opened the folder he had in his hands and showed Yilmaz a few wrestling pictures of Pete.

“My son Pete likes wrestling, as you can see. He has been on the school team since he was 10 and he even won a few tournaments.”

The Turk listened intently, although he glanced from time to time at the pictures of Pete. The American boy was really sexy! Judging from the pictures, Millard’s son was tall and skinny. His hair was very blond, almost white and his skin was very light. The kid’s legs were also skinny but with nicely developing muscles. One of the pictures showed Pete Millard posing in a shiny red and silver wrestling singlet and besides immediately falling for the boy’s killer smile, Yilmaz really admired Pete’s upper body. There were still traces of baby fat, but the lats on the boy’s sides and his small but strong pecs showed that Pete Millard was a healthy, great looking kid. The Turk imagined the boy’s flat tummy and he nearly drooled when he looked at the two small, pink nipples that were showing on either side of the thin, shiny shoulder straps. Yilmaz forced himself to listen to the boy’s father again.

“And I think you know the rest. Pete wants to have a powerful sex experience. A good and horny sex experience with Turkish men, Turkish wrestlers to be precise. Well, how could I say no to my boy? I love him!”

Yilmaz just nodded. He was a father himself and he loved his three sons. Especially the youngest, Sinan. He glanced again at the picture of Pete in his wrestling uniform and said to Millard:

“Your son iz very handsome… Yez, I know the other wrestlers will like him.” He winked at Mr. Millard.

That wink got Mr. Millard even hotter. This was some trip! His son would love it.

Then Mr. Yilmaz looked Millard in the eyes as he said: “Me and the other wrestlerz made full program for your son for several days, like he wanted. He will experience lots of different things, sex things, at different moments and with different men. If you want, Mizter Millard, I could give you all details, but I think you’ll get more pleasure yourself if you don’t know much more than your son…”

Mr. Millard nodded. Yilmaz was right; things would be much hotter if even he didn’t know exactly what was going to happen.

“Got it, Mr. Yilmaz, but how uh… how does it all start?”

“We made special plan.” Yilmaz quickly took a small notebook from his pocket, leaved through it and a big grin appeared on his face.

“Ah yez… here it is.” He looked at Millard again. “Mizter Millard, maybe it would be okay to tell you one thing about our plan. Your son, he iz a wrestler, right? So, me and the other men from the team have made a fantasy… situation for him. Thiz situation is the start point for Pete’s birzday present. You understand?”

Pete’s father did.

The Turk continued: “Tomorrow afternoon you and your son will come to our club. You advised Pete to become member of our club. But because he is very young, me and the secretary of the club, my good friend Ramazan, want to have a little talk with him. That situation would be good start point, right?”

Mr. Millard thought it was very good and very arousing. He knew Pete liked to roleplay now and then and the scene the Turks had come up with sounded very good.

Yilmaz took a sip from his scotch and continued:

“To make things more special, we want your son to wear special track suit and wrestling singlet. He likes that, yez?”

“Hell yeah… my boy likes that shiny stuff! The Organization thought about everything.”

“Good,” Yilmaz replied. “The track suit and singlet will be delivered tomorrow morning. They are red and white. Very shiny and tight. We want your son to wear it when he comes to us… but no underwear. He must come to us… freeballing. That is the right word, right?”

MR. Millard grinned. “It sure is, sir!”

“Good… I like to see that. Young boy in tight and shiny wrestling singlet.”

The two men drank from their scotch. Then Yilmaz asked:

“I’m curious, Mr. Millard… what is your boy’s… butt like?”

Pete’s father sighed. Even thinking about his son’s young ass made him hard. He had licked and fucked it so many times…

“Small but firm and round,” he simply answered. “And very tasty. My little man loves to get licked and rimmed good.”

The Turk’s eyes twinkled and he made a horny grin.

“And what is your son’z manhood like?”

“Not bad for a guy his age, I think. It’s uncut and when Pete’s really sexed-up, his cock gets as hard as a nail. I’d say his dick is about 4,5 inches hard and his balls are almost hairless. He’s got a nice tool to play with. But I don’t want to brag about my own kid’s cock, of course.

Yilmaz laughed and said:

“No problem, Mizter Millard. When you’re a proud father you can be proud of your son’s manhood.”

“I drink to that!” Mr. Millard finished his scotch.

Yilmaz also finished his drink, took another look at the pictures of the young American boy and then said to Mr. Millard:

“Mizter Millard, thank you for the information. We have dizcussed everything, I think. Me and my friends from the club will give your son a birzday present he’ll never forget!”

Mr. Millard smiled. He was happy that everything went so easy and business-like. He hadn’t expected it would have been so easy to fulfill his son’s deepest fantasies. The Organization was really terrific!

Millard finally said:

“Thank you very much, Mr. Yilmaz. I’m glad we met.”

The two men stood up, looked each other deep in the eyes and then exchanged a firm handshake.

Sitting down again, Mr. Millard said:

“Concerning the payment. Of course I agree to pay the price you asked.”

“Fine, Mizter Millard.” Yilmaz said.

Millard went to his desk and took out a large plain envelope from it.

“Here’s $10.000 for you and your wrestling friends, Mr. Yilmaz. And thanks again.”

The hairy Turk took the envelope, opened it and looked inside. Then he simply folded it and put the money in one of his pant pockets.

“Thank you, Mizter Millard. We’ll do our best.”

“Great! Another drink, Mr. Yilmaz?”

“The same pleaze, Mizter Millard.”

Millard refilled the glasses, offered the scotch to the Turkish man and sat down. They drank and were silent for a while.

Then Yilmaz asked:

“Mizter Millard, you like playing with your son?”

Mr. Millard looked his guest in the eye when he answered.

“Since a couple of years now, since Pete came into his teen years, I really wanted my son. He gets me extremely horny. I wanted him. I really wanted him bad, as they say. Well, to make a long story short, I seduced him when he was 12 and we’ve been having great sex sessions ever since.”

He shot Mr. Yilmaz a little smile.

“Funny, I realize now how much it excites me, going to see my son Pete having sex and getting fucked by another real man.”

Millard paused. He felt his dick harden again. With a hoarse voice he continued:

“As soon as I knew my son’s sexual desires I secretly made a plan to fulfill them. I contacted the Organization and then I had to wait. When I got your number last week, I proposed my son Pete to come with me to Izmir for his birthday. The rest you know…”

The Turk shot him a horny grin.

“I understand, Mizter Millard. Your son is a very lucky boy to have such a loving father. I love my sons too. And you can trust me, I am a real man!”

To stress his point, Yilmaz groped himself. Millard looked at the sizable and heavy-looking package between the Turk’s legs. Millard grinned.

“I never doubted that, sir.”

Yilmaz gave his cock and balls another squeeze and sighed. Then he continued:

“Before I forget, Mizter Millard: to let you see and enjoy what is happening to your son and also to be sure he’s safe, you will be near him all the time when me or any of my friends are… having fun with him. You’ll see and hear everything!”

“Thanks, Yilmaz. That way I won’t have to worry about my boy.”

Yilmaz said: “And you know that looking at your young son can be very pleasurable. I know…”

The hoarse sigh from Mr. Millard confirmed that statement.

“Okay, “Mr. Millard said, “We’ll be at your club tomorrow at… let’s say 1 PM?”

The horny Turk nodded.

“Good idea, Mr. Millard. We’ll be ready for him…” The Turk paused and then said: “Mizter Millard, you think that your son likes to vizit our hammam? We have one in our club.”

Mr. Millard swallowed. He suddenly saw a large, steam-filled room. Rays of light came in through a dome, shining on moist slabs of stone where big, hairy, freshly bathed men relaxed, talked or received massages by young, half-naked bath servants. He saw his son, his hairless skin slick with oil and dressed in nothing but wet, skin-tight white undies, ordered to give a massage to a hairy and powerful Turk. The big man’s friends sat around and made horny, guttural remarks about his son Pete, while every so often one of those Turkish studs would fondle the boy’s cock or pat his butt… Pete would be in heaven!

“That’s a very good idea, Mr. Yilmaz”, Mr. Millard replied, suddenly coming back to acting reality. “I’m sure that Pete’d like that.”

Yilmaz smiled, searched his pockets and handed Mr. Millard a small business card. On it was written Yilmaz’ name and the address of wrestling club.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at 1 P.M., inshallah. Just ask for me and someone will bring you to my office. And make sure Pete wears the sports uniform.”

The two men looked at each other and Mr. Yilmaz winked.

Mr. Millard smiled and nodded.

“Till tomorrow, Mr. Yilmaz.”

Mr. Millard offered his hand and his visitor smiled lewdly. He even seemed to lick his lips.

“Till tomorrow!”

The Turk paused.

“Before I go, could I pleaze have another look at ze boy’z pictures?” the Turkish man asked.

Mr. Millard saw the desire in his visitor’s eyes.

“Of course… or would you like to see him in the flesh?”

The man nodded and his dark eyes seemed to light up.

“Yez… Could I?”

Mr. Millard rose. “Just follow me. But be quiet, I don’t want Pete to see you. That would just spoil the surprise”

Mr. Millard smiled to himself. No way his son would show to be awake, not after the instructions.

The Turk smiled and adjusted his heavy cock and balls in his tight trousers.

“This is going very well, ” he thought.

Carefully, he walked up the stairs behind the boy’s father and together the men crossed the landing. As they stood in front of the boy’s bedroom door, Mr. Millard put his finger to his lips, slowly opened it and then stepped aside to allow the other man to look inside.

The room was flooded with moonlight, giving the bedroom a surreal atmosphere. Except for the kid’s gentle breathing it was dead silent.

As he watched the sleeping boy, Mr. Yilmaz breathed faster. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen! He just didn’t know where to look first. At one of the boy’s long, pale legs that had slipped from under the covers, or at his head with tousled almost white hair, or at the way the slightly moist mouth was opened? Everything was a very sexy sight.  The Turkish wrestling club official felt a stirring between his legs; he had to adjust himself again. Then, on a chair next to the boy’s bed, he noticed something that excited him even more. Mr. Yilmaz took a deep breath and whispered:

“Iz that the kid’z wrestling suit?”

Mr. Millard nodded and answered:

“Yes Mr. Yilmaz, it is. He wears it every day, during practice or now that we’re on vacation, while he works out in the hotel gym.” He paused for a few seconds, while the strong Turk continued looking at the sleeping boy and the shiny blue singlet.

Mr. Millard continued deviously:

“It is probably still damp from today’s work-out.”

The Turk turned around and Mr. Millard saw the raw emotion in his Turkish visitor’s eyes.

“Go ahead… take it, Mr. Yilmaz. It’s a gift.”

Mr. Yilmaz whispered a hoarse word of thanks and snatched the light blue singlet from the chair. Unable to resist himself, he buried his face in the crotch of the silky spandex wrestling suit.

“Steady, Mr. Yilmaz, ” Mr. Millard whispered. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

Still mesmerized by young Pete and the singlet in his hands, the Turk nodded. He felt Mr. Millard gently pulling him out of the room. The two men walked downstairs again. Mr. Millard walked Mr. Yilmaz to the door of the suite.

“Good night, sir. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Millard said, as he opened the door to let the Turkish wrestler out.

“Good night, Mizter Millard, till tomorrow. The track suit and singlet for the boy will be brought to your hotel room before 11 AM.”

Yilmaz quickly walked to the end of the corridor and disappeared out of sight.

“Now that was a successful evening…” Mr. Millard thought as he returned to his office. “Pete will have a great birthday!”

He poured himself another drink. The pressure in his balls was almost too much now. He just had to relieve himself. Sighing, he undid his zipper; his big rock hard cock stood straight up. He gave it a few firm tugs, wet his dick with spit and slowly started to pump it, while his mind focused on his favorite jack-off scene: Pete being plugged at the same time up his ass and throat by two big, horny Turkish wrestlers. The boy’s young body was wet with sweat and Millard imagined his son’s struggle with the two fat cocks slamming into him. The Turk fucking his ass sometimes slapped it, encouraging the kid to take his cut pole deeper and deeper up his tender ass. The other hairy man pistoned in and out the boy’s small mouth like a drill, shouting at the lad to swallow it. After only a few minutes of pounding his cock with his spit-slicked fist, Mr. Millard reached a mind-blowing orgasm. His thick, creamy jizz, that his son loved to swallow so much, splattered all over him.