Men of Istanbul

Running Time:
130 minutes

Released:
12/1999

Studio:
Zip Productions

Series:
Men of… Zip Production

Director:
Ben Tanam Murat Bal

14 turkish and kurdish men are jacking off in front of thecamera, alone or in couples. The men aged between 18 and 27 were approachedin the streets of Istanbul and spontaneously agreed to join in. At thebeginning of each scene the men introduce themselves with their names and professions (baker, water carrier, mechanic). The movie was shot in a sleazyhotel in one of Istanbul’s working-class districts.

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Turkish Oil Wrestling is gripping by design. Lawrence Grecco photographed the Kirkpinar tournaments of 1996, 1997 and 1998. The resulting series of pictures were published by Apollon Press in 2004, under the title Turkish Wrestling. We were curious about the process and he was kind enough to share the details.

“The way their golden skin glistens under the hot sun is quite beautiful,” he says, “and the leather trousers they wear haven’t changed at all over the course of the six centuries that this event has gone on.” Lawrence loves the fluidity of the action, the constant grasping and flowing motion of the wrestlers’ arms and torsos. The Long Island photographer has been a wrestler since he was a very young man. He first heard about Kirkpinar in 1992. “I think the Turkish style of wrestling is the most exotic and interesting form of the sport I’ve ever seen anywhere,” he says.

Grecco had press credentials issued by the Turkish consulate. The Kirkpinar wrestlers were all very friendly and seemed to like the attention they got from him. During his third year in Turkey, he found quite a few of the wrestlers he had photographed the previous years and gave them prints of themselves. They were very grateful for that.

“When I was taking the photographs, most of the time I just stayed on the sidelines, out of their way, and used a telephoto lens, so they could just be themselves and not feel overly self-conscious,” he explains. “A few of them could tell that I am also a wrestler. They would ask me if I would wrestle with them, but logistically it just didn’t make sense. The olive oil they use combined with my clothing and camera equipment just wouldn’t mix together well, and the style of wrestling I do is very different from theirs. I’ve always done submission style which is very different from the Turkish style. But I thought that oil wrestling was fascinating from the moment I first saw it.”

So say we all.

There is a synchronicity in the world that, if you are willing to follow your heart, brings you together with paradise.

That really isn’t what Shilo was thinking about when he arrived in Istanbul. He may have mused on the plane at the strange turns his life had taken in the last few years.

It all started out when a white cat adopted him. His long hours and singular focus on his work had left him something of a lifelong bachelor. Not that he never went out or dated, but when prospective mates discovered they were a distant second to his work, they tended to move on.

As a parting gift, a lover gave Shilo a beautiful pure white kitten with blue eyes, an Oriental Shorthair. He did so with a smile, and the best of intentions. Being a cat person himself, he undoubtedly knew that the pretty little bundle of joy which Shilo named Star, would soon take Shilo in hand, er, paw. And so she did.

When Star was a few months old, Shilo discovered his suspicions were true – she was quite deaf. Scientist that he was, he couldn’t help but begin to investigate the cause. You see, he was a geneticist – and genetics determines which white cats are deaf, and which are not.

And so began a long, roundabout journey that eventually led him to Turkey.

There are many breeds of cat that have white members, including some breeds that are always, or most often, white. The eye color, too, seems related. There are blue-eyed whites that are never deaf, such as the British Foreign White. Shilo’s curiosity led him on.

In Turkey exists three separate breeds, with either many or all of their members being white, blue eyed and odd eyed – and none of them were deaf. In particular, Shilo became interested in the Turkish Vankedisi. The government rarely allows these beautiful and somewhat rare cats to be exported – and so Shilo set out for Turkey.

Which led to him standing in the Istanbul airport, bags in hand, looking for Zeki – a young guide he had hired through an Internet website.

Shilo was momentarily stunned when he saw the young man holding up the sign with his name on it. Zeki was younger than he had expected, perhaps only in his late teens. His golden skin glowed with health, making a perfect contrast with his coal black, curly hair, cut short, and his large, dark eyes. His lips were full, cheekbones high, chin pointed; in short he had the sort of Oriental beauty usually reserved only for women. Yet he was undoubtedly male, with wide, muscular shoulders, a tiny waist, and perfect, round ass filling out his skintight European style jeans.

Spotting Shilo staring at him, Zeki shook the sign and pointed at him. Shilo nodded, at a loss for words and Zeki ran up to him and took his bags.

“I am Zeki. You are Shilo?”

Shilo gulped, “Yes.”

“I am pleased to meet you. I have a room for you at a very nice hotel. You would like to go there? Or do you wish to have a meal?”

“Your English is very good.” Shilo managed to get a word in edgewise, as the youth bubbled with energy and enthusiasm.

“Yes. I learned in school. Also, I visited America a few years ago. I have family there. We went to Disney World. Florida is very nice. American’s very nice. You wish to eat? Do you need to exchange some currency?”

Shilo was stretching his long legs just to keep up as Zeki sped through the airport and across the parking lot to a shiny compact car. Again, he was surprised.

“Yours?”

“Yes. I keep nice, for guests. I buy it myself from guide money.” Zeki smiled.

The drive is best not described. Let’s just say that for a little while Shilo was less interested in Zeki and more concerned about surviving until they got to the hotel.

They raced through the lobby. Zeki nodded at the desk clerk and headed for the elevator.

“They know we are coming.”

Then they were at a door and inside what proved to be a quite luxurious suite.

“I unpack for you. You would like a shower? Perhaps something to eat?”

Shilo sat down on the bed and just shook his head, smiling as he watched Zeki bustling around, unpacking and putting away his things as he chatted on, outlining the itinerary he had planned for Shilo. Quite simply, Shilo was overwhelmed.

“Tomorrow morning, we leave early for Lake Van. I have spoken to some people there. We will see the cats. Perhaps you can talk to them about selling you a cat. Perhaps not… It is very difficult to export one of the Vankedisi, but you will be so surprised to see them at home. They wander freely about the town and play in the lake. They love water.”

“Yes, I very much wanted to see them in their own home. I’m not sure if I wish to buy one, if I can have some information and hair samples that may be enough.”

That brought Zeki up short, and before long Shilo was chattering along excitedly himself, explaining that he was a geneticist and was doing research into what caused some white cats to be deaf, and others to be free of the handicap, which led him into talking about Star. To his surprise, he discovered Zeki liked cats as well and soon they were sitting on the bed together, chatting along like old friends.

Shilo became more and more physically aware of this extremely attractive young man, the exotic, spicy scent of him, his bright eyes and quick smile. His body responded with a quietly swelling hard-on, which he began to try and shift to conceal.

To his surprise, Zeki placed a hand on it and squeezed gently, then stroked him through his pants. Both of them stopped talking. Their lips met and found other useful things to do. Zeki’s deft hands soon had Shilo out of his clothing and naked on the bed, stretched out on his back as those full, soft lips kissed their way down his body until at last they enveloped his now rock hard cock.

Shilo moaned and ran his hands through the coarse, soft black curls of Zeki’s head as the young man expertly sucked his cock. Zeki’s tongue teasing the head as his clever fingers massaged Shilo’s balls until he moaned in ecstasy.

Afraid he would cum much too soon, he tugged at Zeki’s curls until the young man looked up at him, smiling, the foreskin of his cock nipped between sharp, white teeth as he paused.

“You, too” Shilo managed to gasp.

Zeki stood and lifted the loose shirt over his head, revealing a physique a Greek god would envy. As he wiggled out of his tight jeans, he grinned and teased, turning his back to Shilo as he slowly revealed a perfect ass.

Chuckling, Shilo rolled over and grabbed the jeans, jerking them down and then twirling Zeki around. A thick, dark engorged cock swung and slapped him lightly in the face, making both of them laugh. Shilo grabbed at it as it bobbed while Zeki kicked off his shoes and jeans then drew the young man into the bed.

They lay close, naked skin against skin, golden brown and pale cream, bright gold curls intermixing with coarse shining black, swollen pink and shining with precum throbbing against dark and thick meat, thudding with every beat of Zeki’s heart.

Shilo ran his hands over the firm, young body as they kissed. Zeki shuddered as Shilo pinched his nipples then rolled himself so that he wound up on top of the tall American.

Shilo spread his legs and relaxed, even as he trembled with excitement. Zeki wet his big cock and then penetrated the offered asshole. Groaning, Shilo arched his back and spread his legs wide as that thick dick shoved its way into him, forcing him open and filling him with its heat.

With all the aggression and energy of youth, Zeki began to pump hard into Shilo’s ass. Shilo moaned with mixed pleasure and pain as that big cock bludgeoned deeper, spreading him to his limits and then some, filling him in a way he had never felt before. He reached and grabbed his own ass with both hands, spreading himself, wanting more of that hot staff inside of him.

Zeki took Shilo’s pale dick in one hand and began stroking hard in rhythm with his own thrusts. He fucked harder and faster, his excitement, and his cock, growing. Helpless beneath the younger man, Shilo was moaning in time with his thrusts, lost in the sensation of heat and strength inside him, his own dick swelling as Zeki stroked him until he released a thick, creamy stream of cum that glistened on his golden chest hair.

Running his hands over Shilo’s chest, Zeki rubbed his own cum into the golden fur, and then licked it off his fingers with obvious delight. With a last few hard thrusts, he gushed a huge load of cum into Shilo’s ass, the hot wetness splashing down both of their thighs and dampening the bed beneath.

He lay on Shilo’s chest a moment, catching his breath. Shilo put his arms around this gorgeous young man and wondered if he would consider moving to America.

(And that is how Shilo met Zeki, four years ago. Now Zeki and Star, and the new Turkish Vankedisi kitten, rule Shilo’s life with gentle shared despotism and teach him to balance work with play…)

I met my first boyfriend, Jarrod, when we were freshmen in college. Neither of us were very experienced with men and he had even been out with a few girls in high school. We found each other one day in the cafeteria serving line. We’d started talking and ended up sitting down for a long conversation over our meal. I don’t know what possessed him to be so forward, whether it was a look I gave him or just some vibe that set off his gaydar, but he started playing footsy with me under the table. Anyway, we exchanged phone numbers and things took off from there.

For the first few months, we fucked like bunnies just about everywhere we could find. His dorm room, mine, in the car on a dark country road, under the stage in the auditorium. And we were so in love. He didn’t know that much about romance, but eventually he learned he’d get further with a bottle of wine and a rose than he would with “Hey, let’s fuck!” We were so in love. It was near the end of our freshman year, that spring, when he did the most romantic thing, though.

The day we had our last finals for the semester, Jarrod took me out for dinner at an expensive restaurant and then, over dessert, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box with these ten karat gold dog tags with both our names on them and put them around my neck. It was really sweet and he pulled a matching set out from under his shirt. The whole evening, he’d been hinting that the most special thing was yet to come. I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about.

After dinner, we got into the car and drove out into the country. I couldn’t understand where we were going until we got to the entrance to this huge park on the outskirts of town and Jarrod took the turn. Technically, this late at night the park was supposed to be closed, but they don’t really enforce the rules all that well as it’s in a more rural area. We followed a road through the park that led past the lit picnic and parking areas until the lights along the roadway ended and we found ourselves rolling through inky blackness pierced only by the car’s headlamps. We finally rolled to a stop and Jarrod shut down the engine and turned off the lights. All was silent. He reached into the back seat and grabbed a blanket as we got out of the car. I took a look around. It was a beautiful night with a full moon bathing everything in a soft, white light. The only sound was our footsteps and the sound of running water from the nearby creek as he took my hand and led me off into the night.

We climbed a tall hill crowned by this giant old oak. Jarrod spread out the blanket on the ground and we sat, hand-in-hand and just surveyed the scene for a moment. Off in the distance were the lights of the town, sparkling like thousands of jewels and above us was the moon and the stars that winked like white diamonds on black velvet. He leaned in and gave me a long, warm kiss on he lips and we sat and talked for a while about our good times and our future together. As he cuddle me up to his chest, he undid the buttons on my shirt and slipped his hand underneath. He kissed and nuzzled my neck as he pinched and played with my nipples. A little shiver went through my body.

I turned my head up to face him and our lips met and parted, our tongues roamed each other’s mouths. I pulled off my shirt and laid back on the blanket. He slipped his off and we began caressing, kissing, grinding against each other’s bodies. Jarrod kissed and bit my neck and ears and slowly kissed his way down my neck and chest. His tongue found my nipples, which are especially sensitive and it was like I’d stuck my finger into an electric socket. My whole body shivered as he bit them and tickled them with the tip of his tongue. I could feel my cock beginning to swell. He worked on my nipples for quite a while before he slowly ran his tongue down my abs to my belly button and ran it round the rim there. It tickled and I laughed. He just looked up at me and smiled.

I placed my hands lightly on his shoulders as he pulled down my pants, freeing my boner to spring out and I could feel it rubbing against his chin as he kissed and licked his way down past my belly and buried his nose in my pubes. I closed my eyes and gave out a little gasp as his wet mouth closed around the head of my cock and he began running his tongue around the rim. He sucked it and kissed it until it was hard as a steel rod and then he swallowed the full six inches until I could feel him nuzzling into my trimmed blonde bush. Then he began to bob up and down on it slowly. My hips began to involunarily rise up to meet him on the downstroke. The rough flat of his tongue pressed tightly against the throbbing vein on the underside of my penis and when it rub across the base of the head, tingles went throughout my body and I could feel the hairs standing up on my balls.

My fingers tangled and pulled on his hair as he left my dick and began giving attention to my nuts. His tongue ran over them lightly and he would suck first one, then the other into his mouth. He nuzzled them with his nose as he slipped a finger behind and began massaging that magic spot right behind them. I began giving out low moans as he began kissing and licking his way back up my abs and chest to my lips and we french-kissed for what seemed like ten minutes before he took me by the shoulder and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt the tip of his tongue on the nape of my neck and then a shiver ran through my body as he ran the tip lightly down the length of my spine to my ass.

I felt his strong hands grasp the cheeks of my butt and give them a tight squeeze as he spread them wide and then his tongue as he began to eat out my asshole. He ran it across and around the rim, liberally lubricating it with his saliva. When he began boring deep into me with it, wriggling his way deep into my anus, I gave out a yell of pleasure and I lifted up, trying to drive that tongue deeper into my hungry hole. He pulled out his tongue and began working on me with his fingers, spreading apart the muscles and massaging my prostate. He’d had four of them up there before, working me to get a comfortable fit for his thick seven and a half inch tool. It felt like he was going for the record tonight and I tensed my muscles to hold them tight, wanting to keep that feeling. I raised my butt and swayed a little as he worked his fingers in and out, occasionally working them from side to side to spread me even wider. By the time he was through, I was begging him for his cock. He was more than happy to oblige.

Jarrod unzipped and slid his pants down over his fat meat. It was uncut and the foreskin had pulled all the way back, leaving the head fully exposed, and I could see the glint of his precum which oozed out of the tip in copious amounts. I can swear I felt a few drops land, feeling hot on my exposed butt. He rubbed the head against my now- relaxed poop chute, lubricating me with his own natural juice, before slowly pressing the head in. As I felt it slide in, I groaned and my butt clenched involuntarily because of the thickness of his dick. I’d never had a problem with the length of it, but it was so fat it felt like it was going to tear me apart. He lowered himself down on top of my back and whispered into my ear that he loved me as he slowly worked the full length of it into me. We lay there quietly, with him covering me all comfy and warm, as I got used to the feeling. Then Jarrod began to slowly move it in and out. It felt like a red hot poker had been shoved up there and kind of tickled, too. As my insides became slicker with his precum juice, he began stroking faster and I could feel him rise up off of my back as he lifted himself up onto his hands to get a longer stroke.

His hips thrust faster and faster and I could hear the slap as they hit the skin of my ass. I could feel drops of his sweat dripping onto my back from his hair he was grunting with every hard slam into my ass. I ran my tongue along my lips and moaned. I wanted to feel his man juice in me. I wanted to feel it’s heat and get all sticky. He began to slow down and take longer strokes. I knew that Jarrod always did this when he was about to cum. He slid all of his cock but the head out of my hole and then slammed it in hard. He ground his hips, rubbing it all over inside of me and then he did it again. The third time, I felt the hot surge of his cream. It burned and made me tingle and I felt this orgasmic wave shoot through my body as every muscle tensed in release in unison. I bore down and squeezed his cock with my butt muscles, wanting to milk him dry as he slowly worked his still-hard and hot tool so as to spread his jizz in me as much as he could. He collapsed onto me and I could feel his sweat being rubbed all over my back as he continued to work my bum. I loved the feel as his cock got soft inside of me and the wet, sticky sensation of his huge load.

When he finally recovered and was able to pull out, he ran his hands down my sides and kissed an bit my neck. We lay that way for a while and then fell asleep naked and in each other’s arms under that beautiful sky. When I woke the next morning, it was to a beautiful sunrise and to the feeling of his warm, sweet lips on my cock. There were other nights of passion out under the stars over the next three years, but none was ever quite as special as that first time.

Turkish Gay Porn.

After spending an afternoon watching the Turkish wrestlers in their erotic leather pants, I was as horny as hell. From what I had heard they don’t like gays turning out to watch them wrestle, I wasn’t sure why but for some reason they hated it. I didn’t think these guys were gay but the way they slipped their hands quickly down inside the leather pants it did make me wonder.

I was unsure how to find a guy to help me with my problem so I decided to enjoy the delights of the private outdoor pool at the hotel, where I had made my home for the next week.

After finally finding my way back to the Hotel Europlaza on Tarlabasi Bulvari in Tepebasi Istanbul it was a pleasure to sit back and relax for a while, but it didn’t take away the throbbing ache in my balls.

It was where I met Mustafa. I’d been lying back daydreaming of horny guys licking and sucking my balls and cock when I realised that this gorgeous dark skinned guy was swimming not far from the sun lounge where I was laying. The Hotel Europlaza’s outdoor pool was incredibly divine. The view was sensational overlooking Istanbul, the spectacular scenery of the Golden Horn, really heightened my sexual want and needs.

Mustafa was sensually erotic in the way he moved. My eyes focused on him and I wondered what he was up to. It was almost as if he was teasing me with his body and when he caught me watching him I almost died of embarrassment especially since my cock was straining to be released.

I’d never been with a guy before, but for some reason I needed to feel his arms around me, to touch me, to feel me in a way that only an erotic Turkish man could do.

He caught my attention and I found myself willed into his arms in the warm waters of the relaxing pool. With the sun beating down on us, we were as one…

Mustafa, dark hair, dark eyes, young, vibrant, and very handsome was a true gentleman. He took me, a tourist, mature aged (a little grey around the edges), a man who was possibly twice his age into his strong arms and held me. This man knew what I wanted and desired and I knew that he would take me, gently but firmly until I was screaming for more.

Holding me, he smiled and his tongue slipped into my mouth in search of mine as we kissed passionately. I could feel the blood racing through my body and his cock against mine. It was at that moment that in the outdoor pool over looking the spectacular scenery of the Golden Horn that he took me. Slowly he kissed his way down my hairy body until he came to my speedos.

I could feel him breathing against my bulge when he slipped his fingers into the band and pulled them down over my hips finally releasing my throbbing cock. Mustafa closed his mouth over the head, letting his tongue work its magic, licking and teasing and making me tingle all over. With one hand holding my ass cheek and the other my balls he pulled me to him, my cock slipping into his mouth until the head hit the back of his throat almost making him gag. Without warning it happened. My balls ached, my whole body rocked as I exploded in a wild mind-blowing orgasm shooting gallons of hot man juice down Mustafa’s throat.

He had completely engulfed every inch of my pulsating organ, drinking my juices and not spilling a drop. The feelings were incredible. I kept coming and coming and as he let his tongue slide over the head I came again, it was almost as if it were an ongoing orgasm of multitude proportions.

Finally I had no more to give him, but from the look on his face I knew that there was something… my ass. Looking down at his cock I knew that when he fucked me it was going to hurt. His cock was huge, my virgin ass was tight and I was as nervous as hell.

Mustafa encouraged me to follow him out of the pool. There was no one around due to it being a quiet period for whatever reason, so as if in a trance like state, I obediently followed him over to the sun lounges.

I lay on the sun lounge with my ass pointing to the sun. I could feel Mustafa’s thick circumcised cock sliding up and down between my ass cheeks, allowing me to feel the soft by firm flesh of his cock against my tight hole. He encouraged me to relax and using his spittle as lubricant I felt him pushing the head against the tight puckered flesh of my ass.

He knew I was a virgin, he pushed so gently against me, a little a time, telling me to relax, to enjoy the feeling. In my mind, I was screaming, I was hungry for his cock but scared at the same time that his thickness would rip me open when his cock slides deep inside me.

I could feel the pressure as he thrust his hips forward. I tried to relax but for some reason my ass was resisting him. Mustafa held my hips firmly and thrust forward, my ass finally opened up to him and a bubble of wild and enormous pain burst inside my mind. I could see stars; I could feel the pain racing through my body, as I was stretch wide, my anal virginity broken and my mind was screaming for him to stop!

Which he did… Mustafa heard me scream out, begging him to stop, pleading with him to pull his cock from my ass. But all he did was stop. And he waited. Waited for me to become accustom to his size.

Behind me he was perfectly still. I could feel his thickness filling me, the head of his cock buried just inside my tight hole, my throbbing painful hole but with his touching me, with his fingers, lightly stroking my body, touching me I relaxed.

I relaxed enough to begin slowly pushing against him. Mustafa the true gentleman that he was still hadn’t moved. He let me take control as I impaled myself onto his thickness and it was then that I suddenly changed.

My movements became erratic, I wanted him, I desperately needed him to fuck me and within moments of me getting used to his size I wasn’t begging him to pull his cock from my hole I was screaming for him to fuck me hard. I wanted to feel his young body fucking me, his young flesh against me, his thick cock deep inside me.

I could feel him bending over me, pulling me onto him as he buried his thickness deep in me. Every throb was mind-blowing, every touch was earth shattering, every movement was captivating. I could feel my cum boiling up inside me, I wanted to explode but I wanted to feel Mustafa’s hot juices first.

I begged him to fuck me… he pounded into me, harder and faster with each cry from me. My body ached for him and when he thrust his hips forward sinking his cock deeper into my anal canal we climaxed together.

As the day welcomed the night, the colors of the city faded away and the horizon was set on fire, with golden and crimson reflections on the sea as our cries echoed down over the city lights of Istanbul.

The school year had begun and I started going to the caf near the university on a regular basis. In the summer I never went because it was far from where I lived. Today was the first day I’d be teaching a literature class for undergraduate students. I wasn’t looking forward to it, because the class would be very large and many students would inevitably be unenthusiastic about what I had to say.

The class was at one in the afternoon, and it was noon so I decided to go to the caf to get a coffee and a little lunch. I entered the caf without paying much attention to my surroundings. There was the usual line to wait in till you got your food. I was in a little hurry, so I immediately got in line and looked at the pastries they were offering. Finally my turn came to order. I looked at the man at the counter for the first time since I had walked into the caf. I froze. Before me was the handsomest man I’d ever seen! I forgot what I wanted to say, and just stood staring at him. He was in his twenties, and had dark hair and the sexiest dark-brown eyes ever. He was wearing a white shirt that did nothing (fortunately!) to conceal his well-built body.

“Excuse me, sir. Do you want to order?” He said quietly with a smile and a slight accent. I woke up from my stupor. He looked at me as if he knew what my problem was. He had a gorgeous smile. I was in heaven!

“Um yeah can I have a caff latte and a brioche please?”

“Sure, will that be all, sir?”

“Yes, thank you.”

I paid, and returned to my state of hypnotism. Since there was nobody else in line, the man proceeding to making my coffee. I watched him working. He was the sexiest man I had ever seen. And I wanted him badly.

When the coffee was made he turned around and handed it to me. I took the cap, and in doing so, felt his hand. Just that brisk moment of touching his hand sent shivers down my spine. He had great hands: manly and large. His arms were also muscular and hairy.

I sat down at a table which had a good view of the counter and ate my brioche. I took my time drinking my coffee so I could stare at the man. At one instant, he saw my staring at him and I quickly looked down. When I raised my eyes a moment later, he smiled at me and I thought I would die. A half and hour later I realised my class was soon starting so I took off to the university. I knew tomorrow I’d be back at the caf.

The class went by slowly. There were some three hundred students in the class, and I felt as if too many were in the class not because of the interesting content, but rather because it was a compulsory course for many.

The following morning I left my briefcase in my office and went walking around the park by the campus. I had checked to see if the guy was working at the caf, but he wasn’t so I needed to calm down. I brought a book with me and sat down on a bench. I was reading for about half an hour when I heard someone call out to me, “Ah, excuse me professor”

I recognized the voice. It was the same husky voice with the sultry accent I had heard yesterday. I slowly looked up, and saw the gorgeous coffee-shop man standing in front of me. He was wearing a semi-tight sweater and tight jeans that showed off his amazing build. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard.

“Yes??” I asked, bewildered by his seeing me here.

“You were in the coffee shop yesterday, is that so?”

“Yes” was all I could say.

“Well, it turns out that you’re my professor for English comparative literature.”

I thought I was going to faint.

“Really? What a coincidence!” I said, my tone of voice getting happier by the second. “Is this your first year at university?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“No. I actually have a bachelor degree in biology but I love literature so I decided to get my Masters in Arts. I have to take some undergraduate courses, however.”

So he was 21. I took the opportunity to stare at this demigod.

“Really?” I asked. I love science students who love the arts as well. “I’m sorry, please sit down. What’s your name?”

“Ozan,” he said. His last name was too hard for me to catch. I looked at him inquisitively.

“Turkish?” I asked. I was a lover of languages as well and by his looks and his name I figured he was. Ozan looked at me surprisingly and smiled.

“How did you know?” he asked. He was impressed when I told him I thought it sounded Turkish, though I didn’t speak the language. It turns out Ozan was born in Istanbul but moved when he was 16. Ozan noticed my book and he told me he had read it so we began discussing it and all sorts of literature. He was very intelligent and the time seemed to fly by. I was in pure heaven. About an hour after his approaching me I heard the bells chime, indicating it was noon. I had a class to teach, and I was so angry to leave him. But it was okay because Ozan said he too had a class, albeit a different one.

“Well it was a pleasure talking to you, professor. I’ll see you tomorrow at class, then?” he said.

I didn’t want to just leave our conversation at that, but it had to be. “The pleasure is mine, Ozan. See you tomorrow.”

And we parted. Well, it turned out that I was teaching him for another class, this one being smaller and at the graduate level. So I saw Ozan often, and I made sure to go to the caf whenever I could.

About two weeks later, I was in my office when Ozan appeared. I quickly put my pen down (I was correcting papers) and gave him my full attention. He had a question to ask me regarding a paper he was writing for another literature class. Ozan wanted to schedule an appointment with me, but I was free so I told him I could help him now. So we spoke and I gave him advice.

At one point, I went to take a book from my shelves to show him a passage. I moved my chair next to his, and pointed to where I wanted him to read. As he did, I could smell his cologne that was driving me mad. I was about an inch from his neck. His face was lightly covered with dark stubble that made him look so sexy. I watched him, and when he finished reading he looked up at me and told me that the passage indeed would be helpful.

He stared back at me, and before I could stop myself I grabbed his nape and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him hard, and then I understood I was doing something gravely wrong. I pulled my face away, but Ozan quickly pulled me back and kissed me fiercely. We kissed passionately for about five minutes. I then stopped Ozan and told him we shouldn’t be doing this in my office. I told him to meet me at my house at 5, when I would be free for the rest of the day. He said sure, took my address and smiled at me. I could barely breathe. I kissed him once again, and he left.

The rest of the day went by as slowly as can be. I quickly got home, and found Ozan waiting by my townhouse steps.

“Right on time,” I said with a smile.

“Couldn’t wait,” Ozan said.

We entered my home, and I closed the door behind us. Ozan pushed me to the door and began kissing me even more strongly than before. He loosened my tie, then unbuttoned my shirt, and began caressing and kissing my hairy chest, abdomen, and nipples. His hands were powerful and I thought I was in heaven.

I ripped Ozan’s shirt off, revealing his extremely hairy chest. His body was very muscular and covered with dark, thick chest hair. I began attacking his body, but I needed to go into the bedroom. We were both kissing each other’s necks and chests. I stopped Ozan and told him that we should go into my bed. He readily agreed. By the time we got into the room, all our clothes were off.

Ozan had a seven-inch, thick dick that lay below a thick patch of dark pubes. His legs were long and also very hairy. I pushed him on my bed and we continued our kissing frenzy. After a few minutes I lowered myself to his Turkish dick and began sucking him. I deep-throated his thick penis, letting my nose inhale the scent of his pubes. I occasionally would suck his hairy, juicy balls. This whole time Ozan was moaning some sexy Turkish words in his deep masculine voice. He began moaning loudly and then came in my throat. He sent several streams of thick cum down my throat while grabbing my head and pushing my face into his pelvis. I swallowed it all eagerly. After that Ozan turned over and pushed my back on the bed. He sucked me so well I couldn’t hold out after a mere two minutes. I needed more of him, though.

“Fuck me, Ozan! Please, fuck me hard!”

He needed no further encouragement. Ozan took out a condom and lubed his fat dick. He then began fingering me until I could fit his dick. He slowly rammed it into me. I screamed and grabbed his hot ass and pulled it closer to me. Ozan began fucking me more and more strongly. He bent down toward me and I took his chest in my arms, kissed his nipples and ran my hands through his chest hairy while we kissed lovingly. We were sweating profusely, and the smell of his wet body and cologne drove me off the edge. I pushed his ass even closer, and Ozan let out a scream and came inside me.

After the orgasm he immediately took care of my pulsating dick. He then collapsed on top of me and I held him lovingly. We stayed like that for some time, till I asked, “Want some dinner?”