Randy had become obsessed with the new guy at the prepared foods counter at the gourmet market. He was turned on by many of the dark, swarthy guys who worked in this store, which was owned by an Egyptian family and apparently run by many of its members. Most of them were young, often college students working part time, and yet they had a simmering sexual aura
redolent of their Middle Eastern origins.

As an all-American looking guy, Randy has a different appeal. He is in his
early thirties, but could easily pass for mid-twenties due to his blonde
boyish appearance. He was a little over six feet tall, and slim/muscular
in the way of serious runners or tennis players: very low body fat with
long sinewy muscles and a smooth almost hairless body. His chest was very
well defined with large square firm pecs and big, dark succulent nipples
that stood out from his clear alabaster skin and demanded attention. Of
course, with short blonde hair and his large blue eyes, so compellingly
sweet and open looking, people generally felt very comfortable and trusting
with him. Oh…and like most runners, Randy had a very round, firm
muscular ass that looked so succulent and inviting in his thin running
shorts.

On the other hand, the current object of Randy’s obsession was Omar, who
had recently begun to work at the prepared foods counter; naturally, Randy
was frequently in need of sliced meats, roasted chickens grilled vegetables
and anything that would require Omar’s personal attention. He was
initially very silent- almost sullen, thought Randy- and a little
off-putting by virtue of his seeming unfriendliness and powerful looking
body that seemed intimidating. Of course, that hairy, bulky body was so
compelling to Randy that even the man’s brusque businesslike manner
constituted a challenge to him to break through. He couldn’t even gauge
the man’s age; his dark handsome stolidity could make someone in their
early twenties appear to be thirty-something just as it could make a
fortyish Daddy type pass for thirty.

While shopping one day, Randy was walking down the produce aisle when he
encountered Omar standing on a ladder arranging containers of nuts and
seeds and Middle Eastern specialties. He was surprised to find the man
outside of his usual place hidden behind the tall deli counter and thrilled
to get a better look at the whole body, which he could happily suck in with
his eyes since Omar was facing the other way. He was probably about 5′10″,
a couple of inches shorter than Randy, but easily 30 or 40 lbs heavier.
His shoulders were so wide and thick that they looked ready to burst
through the white tee shirt and apron that he and all the workers wore- the
kind of short apron that tantalizingly barely covers the wearer’s crotch
and butt. The whiteness of the tee shirt accentuated the swarthiness of
the man. And the hairiness! Omar had a remarkably thick head of straight
black hair; it was cut in a youthful spiky style with jell to make it stand
up, but in reality nothing could control the wild mane that grew unusually
low on his forehead and down the back of his neck into his shirt with no
sign whatever of thinning as it proceeded down his back. It grew between
his heavy eyebrows so that he had one thick unbroken brow. Thick silky
tufts of this black hair pushed out of the white tee shirt the young man
wore underneath his white coat; it grew right up to the point where the
neck was shaven- if you could call it shaven since he always had a heavy
five o’clock shadow that looked more like a ten o’clock shadow even in the
morning. Randy found it thrilling. And his thick muscular arms also
sported the silky black curls which even covered the backs of his large
muscular hands and fingers.

Suddenly Omar climbed down the ladder and turned around to discover Randy
staring at him with the look of a starved waif peering into the bakery
window. He was frightened to be so busted, but to his surprise the
inscrutable face broke into a big smile of recognition and Omar appeared
delighted to encounter Randy in a face-to-face situation. “Ah, how do you
do, sir? I have never seen you in this section before” he said as he
reached out his huge hairy hand to shake Randy’s. “I am Omar. Can I help
you with anything?” Shit, thought Randy, as his cock lurched painfully
erect in his shorts liner, man…this guy could help me in ways he couldn’t
imagine. Or couldn’t he imagine? That handshake was warm and strong and
lingering and not what you usually got from a worker in the produce store.
The man’s large piercing dark eyes also lingered on Randy’s face for what
seemed like a moment frozen for eternity. His smile was so bright from the
perfect white teeth against his dark skin and full dark lips that Randy
felt like he was lit up by the light of his obsession.

“We just received a shipment of excellent fruit, sir.” The accent was so
charming and insinuating that Randy felt like he was being seduced instead
of inspecting produce. “Here are some juicy ripe melons” and Omar grabbed
a honeydew the size of a basketball in one of his huge hairy paws to hold
up to Randy for inspection. “Or do you prefer bananas, sir? These are
unusually large and firm” Randy couldn’t tell if he was about to faint or
to come in his shorts but he couldn’t resist staring directly at Omar’s
crotch area; even beneath the loose white apron something of major
significance seemed to be developing.

“Ummm…well, the melon looks luscious, especially with you displaying it”
ventured the smitten Randy. “But I believe those big bananas would just
tickle my fancy” he giggled, feeling boyishly giddy although he was
probably older than hunky Omar. “Well, dear sir, I would be delighted for
you to taste one; I could pick a lovely large firm one for you and I can
deliver your purchases directly to your home, if you like, sir; we have
just begun this service for good clients like yourself.” This time Omar
openly raked his eyes up and down Randy’s body, rendering the sexy blonde
lightheaded and thrilled to be in thrall to this powerful hunk who seemed
to want him and determined to have him. While he was speechless, the sexy
Omar, who needed to hold something- fruit, bread, boxes- in front of his
rapidly burgeoning groin, said: “Just go to the cash register with your
items, sir; give them your address and I will make sure I personally
deliver them in half an hour when I am finished working. I will tell my
brother- I mean, my boss- that I am dropping them off on my way home to
expedite our service to you.” And he literally winked at Randy; winked
with that big, heavily lidded dark eyes with the exquisite thick eyelashes.
Randy knew he had to get away from Omar’s presence as soon as possible or
he would cum in his running shorts from the overwhelming excitement induced
by this hairy Egyptian hunk.

While he walked the few blocks home from the market, Randy realized his
hardon for Omar was so solid it did not soften at all. His beautiful cut
dick was admired by anyone who had the good fortune to see it at the health
club shower or beach dressing room. It was a mushroom shaped 8 inches with
a pale, alabaster color and clearly delineated blue veins. Although slim
at the base, it curved upwards into a dark mushroom head that he realized
was probably becoming purple at the moment from the major blood he was
pumping into it in expectation of his delivery. He was not promiscuous by
nature, so most of his admirers only got to look at his beautiful
instrument and not to get any more intimate contact. But he was so smitten
with this Egyptian powerhouse that any caution he would normally have just
melted away beneath Omar’s heat.

As soon as he got home, Randy threw off his clothes and jumped into the
shower as fast as possible; he wanted to be prepared for Omar and smelling
good in case the big guy didn’t appreciate the smell of a runner’s sweaty
body. As it turned out, he needn’t have worried. Just out of his shower,
he could hear the doorbell ring, so he tied a blue towel around his waist
and rushed to the door. Omar was carrying the heavy bags without a hint of
strain in his big arms. When he saw the towel around Randy’s spectacularly
fat free 8 pack torso Omar feigned disappointment: “Oh, too bad you washed
off all the lovely aromatic sweat; smells like yours really turn me on.
Guess I will have to come back another time” he laughed in his deep ballsy
voice. “Hmmm…maybe I should reconsider now that I see how perfectly that
blue towel around your lovely waist reflects the azure blue of your eyes,
dear sir.

So, are you ready for me to deliver my goods to you?” Again, peals of
lively and almost demonic belly laughs.

“Sure, Omar” said Randy nervously. “I would love to receive your personal
delivery. Please place the bags on the counter over there.” As the big
Egyptian strode over to the counter, Randy realized that he had removed his
white cotton work jacket and was wearing just a white tee shirt tucked into
skin tight white jeans. Again he was shaken at the masculine sexiness and
sheer power in Omar’s broad body and how it moved. His shoulders and back
were double the thickness of Randy’s even though he was well developed for
a slim muscled runner; his ass looked gigantic and firm as he sensually
moved it from side to side while taking big athletic strides. His
waistline was thickly muscled unlike the svelte Randy. And, again, that
amazingly dense and silky black hair that sprouted from his back up out of
the tee shirt and on the back of his thick muscular neck where it merged
with his thick curly head of hair.

“Would you like to check out the goods ?” chuckled Omar without turning
around. He flexed his big hard ass and held it clenched, knowing that
Randy was aching to feel his big hard body. Then, without speaking, he
slowly pulled his tee-shirt out of his jeans, doing a sexy strip for his
lust sick customer.

Omar sensed that Randy was excited about his hairiness as well as his
physique, so he took his time revealing the depth of the hair that grew all
the way down his back right into the waistband on his jeans. As he removed
the shirt, Omar stretched his big arms which overwhelmed Randy not only
because of their muscular magnificence but also because the sweet stench
from his hairy armpits wafted out and immediately filled the room and
Randy’s nostrils like irresistible pheromones. Not that any additional
olfactory stimulation was needed; the sight of the dense black hair on
Omar’s back which was being revealed as Omar slowly lifted his tee shirt
was enough to make the smitten Randy lightheaded. It sprouted out of the
back of the waistband of his tight white pants and the striking contrast
made the thick fur even more striking.

Omar seductively shifted his weight from side to side causing the large
firm asscheeks to flex and remind the viewer how big, muscular and totally
in control was this powerful furry body. “If you would like a more
complete view, dear sir, come here and help me loosen these tight clothes,”
purred Omar in his deep ballsy voice; he still didn’t turn around. The now
worshipful Randy slowly walked over to the man and was overwhelmed by the
intense testosterone-laden musky scent that emanated from him. He stuck
his nose in the back of Omar’s thick head of hair and felt himself float
away on a magic carpet of lust. The only reminder of his physical reality
was the painfully erect penis that was now pressing against Omar’s
magnificent butt. Randy’s beautiful eight inch cock was uncut and started
slim but expanded along the length into a big mushroom head and the
alabaster paleness of his skin highlighted the blue streaks of blood
vessels crisscrossing it.

When Omar felt this lovely instrument pressing into his ass, he impulsively
reached behind him with his muscled arms and grabbed Randy’s ass in his
huge hairy hands. Although Randy had hesitatingly wanted to rub his cock
against Omar, he had no choice in the matter once the big paws started
pulling him against his ass and easily lifting the runner’s body up and
down so his dick was pressed firmly inside the still pants-enclosed as
cheeks. “Ummm….feels like a lovely sweet dick…just what I want right
now” uttered Omar, as he suddenly unbuttoned his pants and slipped them
down his thick muscular hairy legs and kicked them off. He pushed back
again so that Randy’s dick was now actually being pulled between those
hairy cheeks and touching Omar’s asshole, which felt so hot it almost
burned the mushroom shaped tip. “Ah…good….lovely cockhead…” muttered
Omar as he again grabbed Randy’s behind and effortlessly pulled him against
his back. Randy’s dick felt only a moment of resistance and then Omar’s
hot asshole opened up and sucked his cock right in up to the eight inch
hilt. He whole rectal tube was moist and hot and very firm around him, but
then Omar started to contract and relax the muscles of his ass so that
Randy experienced an incredible rippling sensation massaging up and down
the whole length of his penis. He felt he could cum instantly but Omar
seemed to sense this and just as he was about to blow, the big guy
tightened up so much that Randy could not move at all and felt as though he
was in a vise so strong that he couldn’t cum no matter how ready he was.
It was agony and ecstasy. He was swooning and his feet would have given
out except that he was supported by Omar’s hands on his ass and Omar’s ass
clenching his cock.

After a few moments, Omar relaxed the pressure a bit, figuring he had
bought them some more time, and Randy starting thrusting- or, actually,
allowed himself to be thrusted- into a fucking rhythm.

Meanwhile he started exploring Omar’s amazing body with his hands. He ran
his fingers through the thick hair covering his back like an animal and
around his huge shoulders, pressing on the firm delts and stone hard
biceps. They were so hard and strong he could not make a dent in them no
matter how hard he pressed. No wonder the big guy could so easily lift him
by his ass even when Randy was behind him. Then he slipped his hands
around Omar’s chest and felt the thick muscley pecs which were flexing in
rhythm with the fucking motions. He searched through the dense hair for
his nipples and when he located the very large erect nubs he started to rub
and tickle them. This elicited a deep moan from the man as he arched his
back and started fucking himself even harder on Randy’s dick.

Randy became more excited as he realized how much Omar was turned on by him
so he started to pinch the nipples and squeeze the big hairy tits more
aggressively. This threw Omar into overdrive and he began to growl in his
deep subwoofer voice while shoving his arched body back into Randy. The
combination of Omar’s powerful movements and Randy’s now primal fucking
pushed them both over the top simultaneously. Randy felt his cum spurt out
into Omar’s ass with a force never before experienced and in spite of the
powerful contractions around his dick which increased as Omar built to a
huge climax and, bellowing like a bull, starting shooting countless long
ropes of thick cum out of his own huge organ. They were both gasping for
air and Randy held onto Omar’s body to keep from falling from such sudden
and utter depletion.

Before Randy had even recovered his senses, big Omar pulled his huge ass
off the blonde’s cock and turned around to face him directly. This was the
first full frontal look for Randy and again he was overwhelmed by the
powerful masculine sexuality of this man. Having seen the extent of Omar’s
hairiness on the man’s back, he was prepared for a hirsute chest; still the
density of his silky black covering was exceptional and the muscularity of
his big pecs showed through. And the giant nipples that Randy had so
manipulated so effectively as to drive the big guy wild were clearly
visible through the tight whirls of hair. Of course, the piece de
resistance was hanging between Omar’s thick thighs.

His cock was as thick and powerful looking as the rest of his body. It was
still semi-erect and, although Randy knew it was probably even bigger when
fully hard , it was longer and much thicker than any dick he had previously
encountered. Of course, as a Muslim, he was circumcised, but there seemed
to be some residual foreskin framing the big head with its enormous piss
slit. Behind this magnificent tool hung Omar’s immense ballsack. The big
eggs looked like they weighed about a couple of pounds apiece and hung
about halfway to his knees. Again, even though they were hairy and
unshaven, you could see the size and shape of Omar’s huge balls through
their hairy coat. With a mixture of fear and excitement, Randy know that
this tool, fueled by all that testosterone, was going to take him on the
ride of his life.

“So, dear Sir, you have sampled my big melons with your special ‘taster’
….hahaha…would you now like to try my big ripe banana?” chuckled Omar
in his deep rumbling voice. Again Randy realized that even though this man
was probably a few years younger than he, his rich powerful masculinity
transcended ordinary age and he felt like he was in the iconic presence of
an Ur-Man- a primal male figure. This excited and frightened him in equal
measure but since his willpower was being rapidly eclipsed by Omar’s
intense male sexual essence, it no longer mattered what Randy felt. He was
just trying not to swoon like a 19th century ‘lady’ confronted by a
powerful male presence.

No danger of that however, as Omar once again grabbed the slim blonde
runner under his butt cheeks and easily held him off the ground in his
powerful embrace. He gently but firmly started kissing Randy all over his
face, just touching his pretty full lips, then his eyes and forehead and
finally returning the mouth, but this time slowly by implacably pushing his
thick strong tongue into Randy’s mouth and practically down his throat.
Omar’s tongue was so big and thick the Randy almost gagged on it, but again
he was in such thrall to the big Egyptian that he totally relaxed all his
sphincters, including his throat. He grabbed onto Omar’s heavy shoulders
whilst being held aloft and was again thrilled to feel the muscularity,
like warm hard marble but, even on his thick delts and traps, covered with
exciting whirls of hair. “You seem to like the taste of my fruit, dear
Sir” laughed Omar as he carried Randy over to the sofa and gently laid him
on his back while he hovered above him, supporting his heavy body with his
powerful arms and moving back and forth over the young man so that his
hairy chest and legs rubbed against Randy’s pale smooth skin. Randy could
even feel Omar’s big nipples protruding out of his huge pecs and the thick
hair surrounding them; as they scratched his skin he felt a kind of
ecstatic torture, more erotic than painful but just barely.

Omar settled down astride Randy and continued his tongue’s exploration of
this smooth sweet body.

After slowly and relentlessly licking the blond’s sweet pale body from top
to bottom(hmmmm) like a huge cat with a big rough tongue, Omar proceeded to
lift Randy’s legs over his shoulders so as to gain access to his
deliciously fragrant asshole. Smelling the entire sweet history of the
boyish blonde’s ethnic heritage in his ass’s smell drove the big dark
Egytian to distraction. He growled and groaned and stuck his tongue
further up the young guy’s rectum than most cocks seemed to reach. Randy
was trembling and swooning and totally under Omar’s sway. So, when he felt
the huge, thick monster cock pushing its way into him he was anesthetized
with desire and excitement and felt no pain but only shear thrilling
surrender.

Omar started slowly, taking long excruciatingly slow strokes, which drove
Randy even crazier. Soon he was shouting, pleading, begging: “Fuck me; Oh
God, fuck me hard man; I need you to fill me with that huge eggplant of a
cock.”

“Your wish is my command, dear sir” replied the Egyptian as he totally
withdrew his bludgeon and then rapidly shoved it all the way in….again
and again, with a ferocity that would have terrified Randy if he wasn’t
already in another world of pure ecstasy. “Oh, God, yes…like that….Oh,
I am going to cum….ahhhhh…” And he came without touching his penis; he
came like he never had imagined an orgasm could be, sensations shooting up
and down his entire body with enormous pulsations of energy. Then Omar was
triggered by the blonde’s excitement and surrender to his power, as well as
the irresistible contractions around his giant cock as the man came; and he
also came in a long series of powerful explosions, filling Randy’s ass with
half a cup of thick hot Egyptian cum. Randy loved feeling the strong hot
spurts and even enjoyed the sensation of feeling it drip out of his ass
around Omar’s huge member.

When he was done, Omar rubbed the gigantic piss slit against Randy’s mouth
and asked if he would like to “lick the spoon, as you say”, which made
Randy giggle and suck and the same time, enjoying the exotic spicy taste of
Omar’s good to the last drop emission.

As he put covered his magnificent hairy torso with the white tee shirt,
Randy stared in adoration. “So my dear sweet sir, did you enjoy Omar’s big
ripe fruits? I delivered them personally to you because I sensed you had
the well developed palate for such delights.”

“Well, I could become addicted to these special exotic fruits; when is the
next delivery?” slyly smiled Randy as he watched his hunky crush saunter
manfully out the door.

Newton Conway got off the plane in Istanbul looking forward to his stay with great delight. Unlike many of his fellow passengers, he wasn’t here for the nightlife.

He was here for the cuisine!

Newton was a professional chef who specialized in “exotic” cuisines. For the last year he had been saving for this working vacation in Istanbul, learning to speak a bit of Turkish, researching the best coffee houses and places to buy Lokum, Turkish Delight, and looking forward with great anticipation to exploring the Egyptian Spice Bazaar.

He rode the train to Afyon to sample the local specialty of kaymakli lokum, made with the rich local clotted cream, reputed to be produced by cattle fed on leftover opium poppy plants grown in abundance in the area. He bought lokum from the shop of Ali Muhiddin on Hamidiye Caddesi, in all their wondrous varieties. Ali Muhiddin is reputed to have created the sweet treat for his sultan in the late 1700s. His family has kept the shop going these many centuries.

But the one thing Newton was not looking for was the one he was most delighted to find.

Visiting the Orkatoy district for the weekend market of handmade delights, he visited a fine tea garden for the coffee. Newton found himself watching intently as the coffee was made in the traditional manner in the tall cezve, but had to admit his interest was less in the method, than in the tall, slender Turk brewing the coffee. His deft movements were graceful in the extreme, yet he was pure man with the dark good looks of the best of Turkish men.

Fascinated, Newton found himself returning the next day, and the next. He discovered the mans name was Hakan, and he owned the shop. Hakan spoke excellent English, to Newton’s great pleasure, and before long they were having long discussions about coffee, tea, and spices. Hakan told Newton of the many places he should visit while in Istanbul and the best places to eat and buy spices to take home. And, though he never spoke of it, his dark eyes sparkled as he looked at Newton’s trim, athletic figure with his pale blue eyes and dusty blond hair and Newton sometimes wondered…

It was the last full day Newton had in Turkey and, of course, he went to the coffee shop. He sighed over his first cup, almost teary eyed, as he realized how much he was going to miss his long talks with Hakan.

Hakan sat down with him, his own eyes showing a great sadness, but also sparkling with a secret delight. He took Newtons cup and turned it upside down in the saucer, and then gazed with great seriousness at the grounds.

“You never told me you read coffee grounds,” Newton smiled.

“You never asked” Hakan teased, “You will meet a tall, dark handsome Turk who shares ALL of your interests and can make your wildest dreams come true.”

Hakan’s white teeth flashed in his brilliant smile.

“Is that so?” Newton asked, catching Hakans half serious, half kidding manner.

“Indeed.”

Hakan nodded, mock solemnly, “Just ask this man back to your hotel room tonight and he will give you a parting present you will always remember him by.”

“Well then,” Newton replied, “Perhaps you would honor me with a visit to my room this evening.”

Hakan smiled.

When the evening came Newton paced nervously in his room. After an hour changing and discarding one set of clothes for another he settled on the simplest, well fitting khaki slacks and a white cotton shirt he had bought in the bazaar during his stay.

A knock at the door announced Hakans arrival, bearing a basket full of small gifts. The two men sat close on the couch as Hakan took out and described each of his small offerings, including an ornate Cezve so that Newton could make Turkish coffee properly after he arrived home.

That was more than Newton could casually take, and he impulsively threw his arms around Hakan in a hug, kissing him on the cheek and wishing he had the courage…

Hakan turned his beautiful brown face so his lips met Newton’s own. The kiss began chaste, but soon turned deeply passionate as the barriers of politeness and reserve gave way before the genuine liking the two men had for one another melded into something far more than chaste discussion of food and tradition.

Their bodies took over where their words left off. Hakans arms enfolded Newton’s slender body and crushed it against his own hard muscles, cradling him with combined tenderness and strength, as his lips seemed to try and consume the slighter man.

Newton melted against him, relief quickly giving way to heat and repressed desire being set free so that without thinking he found his fingers working at the buttons of Hakan’s shirt, pulling it free of his slacks and then burying themselves in the thick hair over his deep chest.

Hakan stood, pulling Newton to his feet, and managed to both remove his shirt and walk him towards the bedroom at once, while never ceasing to kiss him, and to run his hands through the Americans short, silken blond hair and over his nearly hairless, flat but hard chest, pausing to pinch lightly the pale nipples.

They lay together on the bed, half undressed, bodies rubbing against one another wordlessly as their hands explored and worked at the fastenings of their slacks.

Newton moaned with pleasure as Hakan released a huge, thick dark cock from his pants. He cupped the dark balls in his hands and stroked the big shaft, drawing an answering moan from the bigger man. He chuckled a little as Hakan finally managed to jerk his slacks off, then rolled over on top of him.

Raising and spreading his legs, Newton eagerly exposed his ass to the muscular Turk. Hakan leaned down briefly and gave Newtons pale pink shaft a dainty kiss on his head, making Newton shudder, and then moistened his own massive tool.

Newton cried out as the huge Turk penetrated him, spreading and tearing as he delved deep inside of the American. Pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as the Turks long elegant hands soon proved they had talents other than baking sweet confectionery.

Long, slow, deep strokes sent thrills of pleasure through both of their bodies as Hakan gracefully ploughed Newton’s ass with his thick cock. One strong hand supported Newtons back, while the other stroked his pale dick to rigid hardness in rhythm with the larger mans strokes so that Newton alternately gasped and whimpered in pleasure and pain, completely in the Turks power.

It seemed as if it went on forever, yet all too soon the Turk’s strokes turned harder, faster, and deeper until with a deep satisfied groan of his own he released a hot load of cum deep within Newton’s tight ass. Squirming in pleasure, Newton shot a wad of his own, sweet man cream splashing on his pale belly and marking Hakan’s dark skin.

They spent the night together, dozing, making love again, and dozing until the sun broke through the morning. Newton awakened alone and stumbled out to the couch to find a handwritten note on the basket. Hakan’s own recipe for Turkish delight…

He pulled up in Taksim Square, the bikes motor roaring in the enclosed area. Before he was even dismounted, he was drawing a few curious onlookers. The big red Norton 952 Commando had that effect on people. Even people who didn’t realize it was a limited edition signature bike recognized it as one special machine.

Christopher pulled off his helmet and shook the worst of the sweat out of his hair, wiping his face with a towel he kept handy. As he took the towel from his face he saw the rent boy staring at him, or more likely, at the bike, a faint smile on his face.

Smiling, Christopher motioned him over. This trip of a lifetime had cost even less than he expected, once the bike and transport to the continent was paid for. He decided he could splurge some today.

The young man walked up to the bike, dignified and proud in spite of, or maybe because of, his profession. He couldn’t, however, disguise the admiration in his eyes as they traveled over the sleek lines of the big bike.

“Do you speak good English? Because I gotta tell ya, my Turkish sucks.” Christopher grinned depreciatingly.

“Yes, I do.” The young man replied.

“Good. You want to ride?”

Zekis eyes grew wide and bright as he took a sharp breath.

“Yes, I would love to” he hesitated, “but…”

“No worry, I’ll pay you. I need someone to hang out with for a day or two, show me the sights, take me to the good restaurants, help me find a good place to stay, maybe a few other things…” Christopher added, his eyes twinkling.

Zeki nodded. “Yes!”

They quickly struck a bargain, and Zeki joyfully climbed on the bike behind Christopher and directed him to a good hotel where the big machine would be safe in an indoor garage. When they arrived Christopher noticed that, just for a moment, Zeki had closed his eyes to savor the sensation and rumble of the powerful bike as he rode. Christopher appreciated the sentiment, having a great love for the beast himself.

As soon as the details of checking in were accomplished, he turned to the younger man and asked, “So, are you ready for a REAL ride now?”

Eyes glowing, Zeki nodded quickly.

They returned outside where the Norton waited, the sunlight gleaming on her chrome and sparkling off her red metalwork. They mounted, Zeki leaning into the big blond American, his arms wrapped around the man’s barrel chest, his head turned to rest between his broad shoulders against the leather jacket.

Christopher rumbled them quietly through town until he found a long, straight, little traveled road, and then opened the big bike up. The 952 cc engine gave an ear splitting roar as he clicked through the gears. The wind whipped through Zeki’s short hair and he was spattered with the gravel spitting up from beneath the heavy monsters tires. It hurt, but he hardly noticed, so full were his senses from the roar of the huge motor, the feeling of flying through the air at such speed, the sheer power he could feel throbbing through his body as he smelled the hot leather and body of the big man before him. Suddenly, he could hardly wait until they got back to the hotel.

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The big machine safely tucked away below, the men stepped into the hotel room, dusty and hot, but exhilarated from their ride. Zeki fell into Christopher’s arms and the big man scooped him up, and then stooped to kiss him as if drinking from a clear well after a long thirst.

Christopher went to start taking off his clothes but Zeki stopped him with a touch and bent to his knees, opening the fly of the Levis to release a huge, throbbing cock that well suited the big man it sprang from.

Zeki was not, himself, a small man, being 5′10″ or so and very well muscled with the hard body of youth worn casually as they do. It was simply that Christopher was huge, blond, blue eyed, and well over 6 foot with the build of the college football player he once was.

Stopping to admire the huge dick for only a moment, Zeki leaned forward to engulf the damp pink head in his full, dark lips. Christopher took a deep breath and moaned softly. His big hands resting on Zeki’s shoulders he rocked his hips to press that monster prick deeper into the young mans welcoming throat.

Zeki moaned and hummed in his throat, almost purring like the big bike. Christopher shuddered in response, his prick throbbing and swelling with passion as Zeki stroked the mighty shaft with soft lips. Running his fingers through the youths windblown hair, Christopher looked down to admire his sleek companion. Thin white linen only accentuated the young mans fine, dark skin and hinted at the musculature beneath.

Leaning down, Christopher lifted the loose shirt over Zeki’s head, causing his prick to pop out of the rentboys mouth as he lifted him up and ran his wide hands over the sleek chest, causing the dark nipples to harden before Zeki leaned into him again for a deep kiss.

Christopher fumbled a moment, and then Zeki’s pants were sliding loosely down his legs to pool at his feet as he kicked off his sandals. Large hands cupped his hard ass and squeezed, then lifted the young man completely off his feet.

Admiring the massive mans great strength, Zeki wrapped his legs around him, and then gasped and whimpered as Christopher lowered him onto his huge cock, painfully spreading his anus wide, filling him with hot flesh.

Christopher began pumping with his hips, grasping Zeki’s tight ass in his hands, using the huge muscles of his arms to support the Turk as his pale cock pounded into that tight, dark meat.

Zeki clung with arms and legs to the big man as the massive shaft invaded his ass. Riding the big man, he imagined he was still riding the big bike, the sensation of power trapped between his legs, he gripped the big man tighter as his own prick grew hard in response, rubbing up and down on the hard leather jacket.

Breathing hard, Christopher finally carried Zeki the few steps to the bed and lay the young man back on it as he stood at the end, his big pale hands gripping the warm brown hips, ramming his thick prick into that dark hole, blond pubes glistening with moisture where they peeked from jeans and leather chaps.

Zeki spread his legs, the easier to take the huge load being pounded into his ass and arched his back against the big American, before grabbing his own throbbing dark prick and beginning to stroke frantically.

His ass muscles convulsed and squeezed the huge dick hard and Christopher cried out as he began dumping a monster load of cum deep inside that tight Turkish ass. Feeling the hot cum pouring into him was more than Zeki could take and still feeling the vibrations of the big bike in his mind his cock shot off cum into the air, cream shining white over his velvety brown skin or sparkling like crystal drops in his curly black chest hair.

My name is Mehmet; I’m 18 years old Turkish teen boy, 5’7” brown hair brown eyes and slender muscular body type. I’ve only had a few girls in my life, nothing serious before have never had sex before.

This story takes place during the summer, my mom and my aunt decided to take me and my cousin Murat camping, he is my age too, we’re like best friends we do everything together. He is 5’6” black hair brown eyes and is also slender and muscled; he has pretty much the same personality as me.

Where we were camping in Turkey it was totally roughing it, no showers, running water or electricity. So we had to use outhouses and bath in the river we camped near. On the second day there, we were out running around all day getting all dirty and sweaty. We had planned to go wash off in the river but my mom said she had gotten this bag of water that you hook onto a tree branch and use as a shower. So we went out in the woods nearby to take showers. I hooked it on the branch and started to walk away so Murat could shower when the branch broke and it fell. So we decided we would have to hold the water overhead while the other one showered under it. So we both got naked with no problem since we were such close friends it was no big deal and I held it first. I tried not to look but it was kind of hard with Murat showering a foot or so away from me. He had a pretty nice body, and a decent sized dick for our age. Then he held it for me as I showered off. I caught him looking a few times, checking out my body as well.

We went back to the campsite and ate some Turkish food and played with the fire for a little while and then went into the tent for bed. Murat and I shared one tent while our moms shared another one across the fire about 20 feet away. We stayed up talking for a while about different things like sports and school and then dating came up on the discussion. I said how I didn’t see why he didn’t have more girlfriends; he was a good-looking kid. He said, “Yea, I noticed your toned body also when we were showering.” It got quiet so I took out the Turkish porn magazine I had brought to relieve some of the tension. After looking at it for a few minutes I noticed I was getting hard, I looked over at Murat and he was the same. Murat noticed I was hard too and asked if I ever jerk off, I replied yea more often lately. I said why, do you want to now since we’re both so excited over this magazine? He said he had never done it in front of anyone before but he didn’t care because it was only me. So we both got naked and started touching ourselves.

His cock was fully hard now and had grown to about 5” while mine was just a little bit bigger. We both sat there only a little bit away from each other stroking our cocks to a picture of some hot chick with big tits. I asked him if he ever touched another boy’s penis, I said I was curious what it felt like. So I reached over and wrapped my hand around his penis. It felt cool to touch a different one than my own, he saw how I enjoyed it and he did the same grabbing hold of mine and we both started stroking each other. I asked if I could kiss it, I said I saw it in porn once. He said ok only if he could try it afterwards. So he laid down on his sleeping bag and I crawled over and started kissing and licking his dick. It felt so cool that I opened my mouth and took the whole shaft into my mouth. He gasped, as I started to bob up and down slowly sucking and licking with my tongue. I did this for about two minutes and he said he was going to cum so I backed up and watched as load after load shot up onto his stomach.

I wanted to know what it tasted like so I licked some off, it was kind of sweet yet salty, but I liked it. “Ok my turn” he said excitedly. So I laid down and he began to kiss my dick. He started sucking on the head and going up and down the shaft slowly. He stopped after a minute and said, “I want you to put it in my butt”. I was so horny at this point I didn’t care. So he got on all fours and I spit on my fingers and started fingering his butt like I had seen in movies. I finally put the head up to his hole and slowly pushed in. It felt so good, I kept going slowly though, he said it hurt a little.

After being fully in he adjusted, and I started pumping in and out, picking up speed as I went harder and harder into him. I finally let loose and started pounding him so fast and hard he almost fell over. I said I was going to cum so I pulled out and he turned over and I shot it in his mouth so he could taste mine like I had tasted his. We both collapsed onto our sleeping bags panting like crazy. I looked at him and he was rock hard again. He smiled and said “my turn to try that” and I just smiled back at him…

If an American were to publish five autobiographies, we’d consider him pompous. Even Larry King’s latest (error-prone) tome seems a bit self-indulgent. But Morocco’s Abdellah Taia, 35, who the Associated Press describes as the “first high-profile, openly gay man,” doesn’t seem to be in it for himself. Rather, he’s on a one-man crusade to expose homophobia in North Africa, including in his own family, where his parents and eight siblings have abandoned him in shame. (It doesn’t help that he writes about them regularly in his books, along with graphic sexual prose.)

In the book L'armee du Salut, he also talks about his blooming sexuality, describing teenage trysts in the back of dark movie theaters and flings with European tourists looking for more than sun on their Moroccan holidays.

Like nearly all Arab countries, Morocco considers homosexual relations a crime, punishable by fines and prison sentences of six months to three years. Such penalties are rarely applied, though, and in practice, Morocco has a long history of leniency toward homosexuality and other practices forbidden by Islam.

Asked whether he sees himself as courageous, Taia said, “The most difficult thing was to work up the courage to pick up the pen and write for the first time.”

An English translation arrived in the U.S. last month, notes Al-Bab in an interview with the author, where he talks about sexual feelings toward his own brother.

Your feelings towards your brother started with admiration but became over time more sexual, I think …

I don’t know. This started so early on that it’s confused in my mind. The admiration came with the movies because he was the one who took me to see films and he was the one who had movie magazines. This element is very important. He showed me the direction to follow: cinema.

But at some point a sexual element came into the attraction as well?

Yes. For instance, I wrote in the book that twice a week I used to help him to wash his hair. Just a little boy putting water on his big brother’s head and forgetting that that man is his brother. I wanted to do so many things with him, to touch his neck, to play with his hair, to dry him, to kiss the clean skin of his hands . . .

I love Arab men. From as far back as I could remember, I loved dark men: Italians, Spaniards, Greeks, Turks, and Arab men. But out of all of them, I’d have to say that the Arabic men are my favourites. I love the combination of the dark hair and eyes mingled with the range of skin tones. And, of course, Middle Eastern men are so very often hairy, and that always turns my crank. Sarib is a hot Arabic man who starred in Raging Stallion’s Arabesque, the winner of the 2006 GRABBY for the Best All-Sex Video and Best Group Scene (starring Huessein, Joey Russo, JC, Colin West, and Sarib). Sarib is a beautiful man with soulful brown eyes, sexy goatee, and full, passionate lips. And this Arab man is very hairy, but not overly so – you won’t be vacuuming the bed out every morning. He’s adorned with Arabic tattoos on both arms and his long legs are covered in hair – so is his ass! Sarib has the unique ability to suck his long cock while he’s got his legs hoisted over his head and he’s taking a bone. How hot is that! Sarib has six galleries at Rear Stable, including a fuck scene with hairy man Huessein.

The Student

What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had
no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his
physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair,
solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded
by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o’clock
shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on
his nicely-clefted chin, and down his rugby player
neck all the way past his adam’s apple. The stubble
trailed off there but a couple of inches below the
hair reappeared, thicker than ever as it curled over
the collar of his t-shirt. He had hairy forearms too,
and even when he wore long sleeves you could see the
soft tufts on his wrists poking out. What was under
the rest of Aaron’s clothes I could only fantasize
about. After all, I was his physics professor.

Aaron had been a student in my class during the spring
semester. It was a small college, one that encouraged
faculty to interact with their students. I had
invited him to dinner a couple of times with some of
his classmates, and since we hit it off it seemed
natural enough to have him over on weekends during the
summer while he stayed in town to work with the local
landscaper and make spending money for the coming
year. Certainly I had nothing sexual in mind. He was
a stud, but I was in the closet. What’s more, I
didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I was a
new member of the faculty, only eight years older than
Aaron. He looked up to me as a mentor of sorts, a big
brother.

One July Saturday we decided to kill some time by
playing a game of one-on-one basketball in my
driveway. He was a superb athlete, fast, strong, and
not only younger than me but also a couple of inches
taller. Even so, I played hard, not wanting to let
him off too easily. We worked up quite a sweat.
Moisture plastered his gym-grey t-shirt to his torso;
there were dark circles under his arms and trails of
sweat down his front and his back. The workout was
having the same effect on me, so I pulled off my shirt
and tossed it on the side of the driveway. We kept
playing, and I couldn’t help but enjoy bumping up
against him as we chased after rebounds. Aaron’s
shirt was now totally soaked. He had to be
uncomfortable. “Take off your shirt for Chrissake,” I
said, “aren’t you hot?”

Even though we were both flush with effort, I noticed
his face turn a darker shade of pink. He kept playing
and for an awkward few seconds didn’t answer me. “I’m
okay,” he managed to say.

After our game we headed to my back deck and fired up
the grill. As I made burgers he gulped down ice-tea
and made small talk about his job and summer school
classes. Then he fell silent. “You know,” he finally
blurted out, “I’m really embarrassed about…” His
voice trailed off as he hesitated. “About what?” I
asked. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It’s just that I’m really hairy. In high school,
some of the guys made fun of me because I have so much
hair on my chest. I hate to take my shirt off. I
haven’t really even dated many girls because I’m
afraid what they’ll say when they see me without a
shirt on.”

I rubbed my hand on his solid shoulder. His head hung
down, afraid to make eye contact.

“Hey,” I said, “it’s okay.” I told him that a lot of
people got turned on by hairy guys. The hair made
them look more masculine and rugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, “you tell me.” He reached
into his shorts to pull out the bottom of his shirt.
Slowly, he peeled the sweat-damp fabric up and over
his stomach, his mid-section, and then his chest.
“What do you think?”

I was afraid to answer, only because before me stood
the most mouth-watering young stud I’d ever laid eyes
on. He was definitely not too hairy, at least not for
my taste. His shoulders, upper arms, and back were
smooth. But there was a thick matt of brown hair
swirling over each of his well-defined pecs and
feathering over his collarbone. It was especially
thick at the center of his chest, and from there it
descended in a heavy trail of fur that spread out
again over his washboard abs. It got more dense
beneath his navel and trailed still lower down into
his shorts.

He looked up at me, waiting for my reaction. “You’re
a stud,” I told him. “You’ve got nothing to be
ashamed of.”

He looked relieved. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do. Check out your abs,” I told him,
“you’ve got a six pack. Your chest is solid,” I
added, “and it even looks like you’re building up some
really powerful lats.”

He smiled when I said that and lifted up his arms to
flex. He really did had a great V-shape, and his
biceps and shoulders nicely framed his sweaty, hairy
armpits.

“Thanks,” he said, “but what about all the hair?”

“I love it–” Oh shit, I thought to myself, why did I
say that? I tried to back-pedal. “I mean, it really
does look good on you. You were meant to be hairy.
It just suits you.”

His smile got broader and more confident. “Well I
love the hair on your chest, too,” he said, jutting
out his finger and grazing it over the light hair that
fanned over over my pecs.

“C’mon,” I giggled, “that tickles.”

Then he stuck his hands under my arms and started to
tickle me for real. “Cut it out,” I yelled, laughing
my ass off. Then he got more aggressive, grabbling me
in a bear hug and slamming me down on the deck. He
pinned my arms over my head with one hand and tickled
me with the other. I couldn’t control my laugher.
His muscular body pressed down on me. I breathed in
the sweet smell of his breath and the scent of his
fresh teenage sweat. Soon, there was something else I
couldn’t control: my hard-on. I struggled to turn
away from him, but he just pressed down more firmly.
His ground his crotch against mine–and he was hard
too!

Keeping my arms pinned, he stopped tickling me and
stared into my eyes. He had a serious look on his
face.

“Here goes,” he said, and then he pressed his mouth
onto mine. I opened my lips and his tongue slid
between them. He let go of my arms and placed his
hands on the sides of my face as our tongues did
battle. I ran my fingers over his close-clipped
scalp, pulling his head closer as I revelled in his
smell, his taste, and the feel of his stubble brushing
against my chin.

Our tongues never lost contact as I rolled over on top
of him. Now I held his face in my hands while his
palms ran firmly up and down the length of my back. I
withdrew my tongue, kissed his lips, and then licked
the hollow of his neck, his adams’s apple, and the
cleft of his chin. I paused when I saw his wide grin.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s just that I’ve been waiting for this for a long
time.”

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

He followed me into the bedroom and let me push him
back onto my king-size mattress. He raised up his
arms as my tongue worked through the fur on his chest.
I sucked on his nipples, licking away the hair so
that I could nibble one and then the other. He moaned
softly as I moved from his chest to his left armpit.
I pressed my face into his damp patch of fur, inhaled
deeply, and then licked him clean. I went to his
right pit, marvelling at how all of his muscles seemed
to come together in those manly, hairy hollows.

I returned to his chest, licking down the center,
flicking my tongue over the long, thick treasure trail
that took me past his navel to the sweat-damp
waistband of his tented shorts.

As I tongued his dick through the cotton fabric he
raised up on his elbows and tilted his head back,
mouth open in bliss.

He lifted up so that I could work off his shorts and
jockeys. His beautifully clipped cock smacked back
into its lush nest of hair. I burried my nose in his
damp bush and took in the sweaty, musky scent.

“Suck me,” he whispered. “Please, suck me.”

My tongue went to work on his rod, licking up with
wide shaft from the base to the blunt helmet. I
lingered on the prepuce at the base of his glans,
flicking my tongue against that extra-sensitive spot.
He cock twitched in response. Then I took him into my
mouth–all the way in. I wasn’t a particularly
experienced cocksucker, and he was big, but I wanted
him badly. He throbbed in my throat as my nose
pressed into his bush.

As I built up a steady sucking rhythm, slowly pulling
my tight lips halfway up his shaft and them plunging
back down, he grunted and groaned. A few minutes
later, after my tongue had been pressing on the
underside of his hard cock and milking out a good bit
of precum, I changed venues and took his hairy,
tightened balls into my mouth. Gently I tongued the
salty flesh, softly working his churning plums.

I withdrew once more to raise his legs back against
his shoulders and dive into his steaming crack. Here
the hair was shorter, curlier, like the hair on his
legs but more dense. I licked the moss that covered
the hard chord of flesh between the base of his balls
and ass-pucker, then circled around his hair-fringed
asshole. Finally I dove in, tasting his funky asslips
and driving my tongue between them.

This caused him almost to shriek. “Yeah, that’s it,”
Aaron called out, “right there.” As I teased his hole
with my mouth I circled his tight anus with my middle
finger. Then I plunged it in. His sphincter
contracted around it, but as I worked it in and out
and wiggled it against his prostate, his teenage chute
gave way. Soon I was fingering him at will, as his
hole fluttered open to accomodate me.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck me,” he said.

“Are you sure you want it?” I panted, too horny to
care about his answer.

Luckily, he groaned again. “Give it to me. I want to
feel you inside of me.”

I reached into my nightstand, pulled out a condom, and
rolled it over my cock.

“This might hurt at first,” I warned. “I’ll try to go
slow.”

I pressed his hairly legs back against his chest and
mounted him. He winced as my flaring cockhead cleared
his sphincter, but we were both too far gone to care
about a little discomfort.

His ass felt like a velvet vice. It was so soft but
so tight.

I pushed in slowly, wanting him to enjoy this as much
as I was. His mouth gaped open as I inched deeper,
pushing forward a little bit at a time. Finally, I
bottomed out.

“I can take it,” he panted. “Fuck me. Give it to
me.”

In and out I plunged, going fast and steady until I
felt like I was about to shoot, then slowing down and
changing my rhythm, then fast again.

I was sweating heavily and I could feel the droplets
of perspiration trickling down my chest and back and
pits. I looked down and saw a bead of sweat hanging
from my nipple. It dropped onto his chest and my
tongue darted after it. I pressed my face into his
pecs as I fucked, then into the hair under his
outstretched arms.

Finally, I clamped my mouth over his, fucking his face
with my tongue while I fucked his ass with my cock. I
plunged forward, really rutting him now, feverish in
my need to get off. He was bucking up against me,
really into it. I could feel his hard cock twitching
against my stomach.

“Oh God,” he yelled, “I’m gonna come.”

His dick spasmed and his asshole contracted as he shot
one, two, three, then four volleys of come up his
belly to his furry chest.

That was all it took. “Yes! Yes!” I called out as I
flooded the condom with my juice. I had never come so
hard in my life.

I collapsed onto him as he held me tightly, our
panting bodies stuck together with sweat and come. He
kissed me and I felt his dick hardening against me.

“Now it’s my turn.”

I live out in the country, sort of. The town I live in is small, built around a small, expensive private college and the area my house is in is in a rather park-like setting, with large, old houses widely-spaced and set back from the road amongst trees that are hundreds of years old. The one peculiarity of my house was that from a certain angle on the porch, I could see everything that went on in the roadway. Which for me was just fine because it afforded me the chance every fall to watch the men’s cross-country team as it went on it’s practice runs.

I loved watching them, sweat glistening on the bare skin of the ones who ran without shirts, as they went by. Their long, hairy legs were such a turn-on and I could just imagine their tight butts as they bounced under their short running kit. I had built up a lot of fantasies around having a young, muscular ass gripping tightly on my cock.

One day, I was sitting out on my porch once more as they ran by. As the back of the pack began to filter past, the men became more spread out, with sometimes just one or two together of the slowest members of the squad making their way at an even pace. It was one of these single runners who caught my eye as he stopped, right there, in front of my place. He gave his leg a shake and then began to limp along, obviously in some pain. He stopped again, and gave a look around and when another runner behind him stopped to see what was the matter, I could see them in animated conversation. They looked up toward where I sat on my porch and the one he was talking to nodded and went on his way. My intense interest changed to surprise as the one who’d pulled up lame began to limp up my drive toward the house. My heart began to pump a little faster as he came closer and I could see the sweat on his slim, firm body, as he wandered in and out of the light falling through the branches of the trees.

I met him at the bottom of the steps. He was balancing on one foot and told me he’d gotten a cramp and asked if he could sit down for a while until he’d been able to work it out. Checking out his foot allowed me to get a good look at his legs. They were covered in curly blonde hair, which was a real turn-on for me, and his muscular thighs as well. I told him there would be no problem and slipped my arm round his back and helped him up the steps. He had a musky manly scent from all the perspiration and I could feel the ripple of his muscles under my hand as I helped him walk. I suggested we go on inside and I’d get him some lemonade. He was more than happy to take my suggestion and I helped him to a chair in my kitchen. He told me his name was Roy and that he was a freshman at the college. My eyes kept glancing back at him as I went to the refrigerator for the lemonade and the cabinet for a tall glass and began to pour. He was using his t-shirt he’d had tucked into his shorts to wipe the sweat from his neck, chest, back , and underarms and I could see that his nipples had become erect in the cool, air-conditioned house.

I returned to the table with a glass for each of us and set his before him. He picked it up and took a long drink, downing half of it. I followed the smooth curve of his neck, noticing bits of stubble which told me he hadn’t shaved that morning. Rough, scruffy. I like that look. The muscles in his thighs were still twitching a bit from his run. As he set down his glass, he gave a grimace and lifted his foot from the floor. I asked him if it hurt a lot. He said yes, that he’d never had a cramp so bad. Seeing an opportunity here, I told him that maybe it would be a good idea to try and massage the cramp out.

I knelt down in front of him and slipped off his running shoe and sock. He had the most beautiful foot, nice toes and well-manicured toenails. I proceeded to knead and rub the arch with my hands as he took another drink of his lemonade. I asked him how it felt and he said it seemed to be helping. I ran my hand up the back of his leg, and feeling tightness there in his calf, I proceeded to massage it, too. Lifting his leg like this, I could glance up underneath the leg of his running shorts and see up his tasty-looking thighs and almost to his crotch.

I continued my massage, with him giving out an occasional murmur of approval, and trying to catch a glimpse of what he had there under his pants. I did it once too often and got caught. His eyes met mine and startled me so that I gave too tight a squeeze. This elicited a yelp and he grabbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I said. “That’s okay,” he answered. “Just keep going. It feels good.” And he gave me a smile and spread his legs apart just a bit, just enough that I could see a bulge growing there.

I gathered up my courage and moved my hand from his calf up to his thigh and began rubbing it. I asked him if he’d had any cramping there. “Just a little.Let me show you.” Roy took my hand in his and moved it up his thigh to the inside, just below crotch. Just below the now very visible outline of his cock. He held his hand there, on mine, as I massaged the inside of his leg and when I made to “accidentally” brush up against his boner, he took it firmly and planted it on his boner and pressed it in so that I could feel how hard he was. I felt a raw tingle run down my spine and into my balls as my own meat rose to attention. This was all too good to be true.

Roy held my hand tightly and began rubbing it into his crotch. He felt so hard. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head so that I was looking up at him. “Stand up,” he said. I complied with his demand and stood there in front of him, my seven and a half inches pressing out tightly against the front of my jeans. He leaned forward and began rubbing his hand up and down the front of my pants, squeezing and rubbing and running his fingers back past where my balls were and pressing them to put pressure on The Spot. I stepped forward, straddling him in the chair and bringing my crotch right up to his face and he leaned into it, nuzzling and mouthing the bulge there. Then he undid the top button and unzipped the fly and proceeded to nuzzle and nibble at my shaft through the fabric of my tight, white briefs.

I let my fingers tangle in his hair as he proceeded to pull down my underwear and go to work on my steel rod with his tongue. First, he slowly ran the tip of it round the rim of my head stopping only to give some attention to the head itself, tickling it and licking it with the firm, rough surface of the flat of his tongue as if it were an ice cream cone. Then, he took the shaft in his hand and ran his tongue along the big, fat vein on the underside. Lightly he ran it slowly down until he reached my nuts. He buried his nose in them, then licked and sucked on them, popping them into his mouth and thoroughly washing them with his tongue. I was in heaven and gave out a loud moan. Then Roy ran his tongue back up my meat to the head, all the while tugging and fondling my balls.

He engulfed the head with his hot, wet mouth and began whisking his tongue all around my cockhead, sending electric spasms through my body. I could feel my knees buckle slightly as the young buck seated before me began bobbing on my head, his hand working my shaft in time to the motion. I began to feel my balls tighten up knew that if I wanted to get a piece of that ass, I had to do something. I pulled back on his hair, forcing him to release my dick. He looked up at me with a surprised look and I said “I want your ass. Have you ever been fucked?” “Oh, yeah,” he said, as he stood up in front of me. He dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing nothing underneath but a jockstrap. The hairs from his bush were poking wildly out from underneath the tent that was being held up by his now-fully-erect pole. My mouth watered, but there was just one thing I really wanted and when he turned his back to me, his ass looked just as luscious as I had hoped. Rock-hard, with just a bit of the same wiry hair that covered his legs.

He wiggled it a little and then asked me if I liked it. I laughed and gave it a slap and told him it would do just fine. He bent over before me, grasping the back of the chair with his hands as I ran my hands over the fine butt. I felt every inch of his cheeks, how soft and pliant the skin was. How firm and taut the muscles underneath. I stepped up to him and pressed the shaft of my cock into his crack, letting it slide up and down between his cheeks. Then I teased his hole with it, rubbing the head from right behind his balls all the way to his tight, pink hole and rubbing my precum there. It was getting all slippery and was ready for my rod, so I grabbed him by his hips and slowly pressed the cockhead into it until I felt it was all the way in. I felt his body shudder and stopped there for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his tight sphincter as it gripped me.

Then I forced my cock home, all the way to the hilt. He yelped at the sudden pressure as it slid up his manhole, so I stopped for a moment to let him adjust to the size of it. His butt felt warm and snug around my tool. I began pumping it in and out in long, slow strokes. Roy threw his head back and I could see the muscles along his spine tense up as he arched his back. I began going faster, gripping his hips tightly. My dick was slick with my precum, so it was easy. I could feel his skin burning against mine with each slap of my thighs against his. I could feel the manjuice welling up at the base of my cock, so I slowed down. I could feel his muscles gripping at it as if he were trying to suck me deeper into his hole. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, then slammed it back so that you could hear the slap of my sweaty thighs as they hit his firm ass. I did it again and then a third time, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

I decided to take this race into the home stretch and began doing short, rapid strokes, throwing the full weight of my hips into it and grinding them a little on each downstroke. I could hear low moans coming from Roy as I went faster and faster. My balls were clenched tight to the sides of my cock like little sidecars and I felt myself reaching the point of no return. I gave one last hard stroke into his pucker and all hell broke lose. He gave out a yell as my cream shot into him and I could feel an orgasmic wave rush through my entire body. Every muscle seemed to twitch all at once as my cock pumped it’s juicy load into him. My fingers pressed deep into his sides as I tried to steady myself. I could feel my cum as it began to run back down along my cock. Roy was panting like he’d just run a mile and I could see a bead of sweat running down the center of his back. I loved the feeling of my hot juice as it flowed back around my penis, sticky and warm. I felt it begin to soften inside him, another one of my favorite things, so I slowly slid it out until I heard the “pop” of the head as it pulled out.

As we cleaned up and recovered over another cold glass of lemonade, Roy told me how he’d noticed me on my porch before, watching as the team passed. He didn’t have any friends at the college, at least not any gay ones, so he thought he’d take a chance. Since then, he’s been around my place a lot. We’ve become great fuck buddies and he’s introduced me to more of the talent around campus. Some of them two and three at a time.