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07-13-2009, 10:41 PM
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Joys Of Salep Dondurma
There was a definite spring in Ozturk's step as he walked to the district of Moda to meet his friend, Sevilin, at Ali Utsa, the best salep dondurma shop in Istanbul. He had set all things aside this day, family, business, obligations, for a brief interlude of purest pleasure.
Sevilin looked up as Ozturk entered the shop, a wide smile brightening his dark face and parting the scruffy beard that appeared almost as soon as he finished shaving every day. He had arrived a few minutes early and saved a table for the two of them near the back of the shop. His sparkling dark eyes and bright smile lit up the dark corner. Ozturk spotted him immediately and joined him, signaling a waiter to come as well.
They didn't need a menu. Salep Dondurma is the traditional Turkish ice cream, made from the tubers of orchids, sugar and milk. It can be made in any flavor - lending its distinctive earthy taste to all of them - but Ozturk liked the plain dondurma best in a cone, dipped into crushed pistachio nuts. Sevilin preferred his with a topping of dark chocolate syrup. Ozturk would laugh at him and say that is too much of a good thing, and he doesn't need so much help to stir his passion.
You see, salep dondurma, among other things, is a powerful aphrodisiac. Because the wild orchids are becoming scarcer as the dondurma becomes ever more popular, the Turkish government has made it illegal to export the salep (the flour made from the orchids which gives the ice cream it's distinctive flavor) as well as the dondurma. This the Turks keep for themselves.
Ozturk and Sevilin relaxed, chatting lightly over trivial things, the comfort of a long friendship behind them, and the delicious dondurma before them. They luxuriated in the knowledge that they had both cleared the entire afternoon for their special time together.
Sevilin licked the dark chocolate from his full, dark lips teasingly, seductively, moaning with pleasure at the combined flavors of chocolate and selep. Ozturk savored the rich, earthy fragrance of the dondurma and closed his eyes. Unbidden his mind produced mental pictures of Sevilin's thick, dark cock, tuminescent, creamy cum oozing from tip like the ice cream on his lips. His dick tingled with anticipation.
By the time they had finished their delicious treats, both of them were nursing throbbing hard cocks under the table. Furtive brushes of knee and foot, a hand on a thigh, all made the anticipation almost unbearable. A drop of precum squeezed to the tip of Ozturk's cock and trembled, as did he.
They rose together and arm in arm left the shop. Only a few blocks away they had a small rented room, a secret hideaway they had nursed together since they were young men. They fulfilled their obligations as they became older, carried on business, married good women, raised faithful children, but this place and this time was their own to do as they desired. The fruit was sweeter for the rarity of its taste.
They stepped inside, lighting candles and incense and by their flickering glow undressed each other with hands both gentle, and experienced. Both of them were strong, muscular men, Ozturk slightly the taller, Sevilin the more heavily carpeted with thick, coarse hair. Ozturk ran his hands over the burly, rounded chest, tugging playfully at that black, shining carpet and pinching Sevilin's nipples.
Their lips met and locked as Sevilin's hand crept down to cup Ozturk's dark balls and squeeze them hard, the way he knew his friend liked it. The taller man rocked his hips forward and their rigid dicks met and throbbed against each other, sweet, hot, familiar sensation filling them with need.
Ozturk could taste the bittersweet chocolate and musky aftertaste of selep dondurma on Sevilin's breath as their tongues met in the hot dance of passion. Together they moved to the bed and stretched out. Ozturk moaned as his smooth belly rubbed the scratchy soft texture of the hairy Sevilin and another drop of precum trembled its way to the tip of his cock.
With laughter sultry and soft, Sevilin took Ozturk's hot dick in his hand and began to stroke slowly, nudging his hips against the bigger man's thighs so his big, heavy dick thudded against him. Ozturk took it in his hand, savoring the massive size of it, tangling his fingertips in the thick nest of pubic hair at its base and squeezing it hard to feel it throb back at him and make Sevilin gasp and moan in his turn.
Together they masturbated, kissing deeply, breathing hard, savoring the touch of man flesh against man flesh, the lingering flavor of the salep dondurma. Male scent rose and filled the room to mingle with the heavy perfume of their favorite incense. Dark skin glowed dusky in the candlelight as they moaned and shifted against each other.
Ozturk rose slightly on his elbow and then moved to take that huge cock into his mouth. His wide jaw opened to swallow that thick flesh deep into his throat. Sevilin moaned and thrust into the hot wetness. The damp head of Ozturk's cock touched his lips and he opened them wide to take it in his hot mouth. His experienced tongue slid gratefully over the shaft and around the sensitive edges of the helmet shaped head, teasing the opening and savoring the salt flavor of cum.
With knowledge and memory of this firm body, those soft noises, pressure here, or just right there, Sevilin and Ozturk pleasured each other like no other could. Too soon it seemed Ozturk was already on the verge of completion, his cock swelling with the pressure of hot cum. Sevilin sucked harder and stroked faster with his thick, soft lips, while Ozturk cupped his balls and wrapped one hand around the thick shaft of Sevilin's hard dick to stroke it hard as he teased and sucked the tip.
As he expected Sevilin shivered convulsively and cried out. Thick, white ropey cum shot from his cock over Ozturk's face and hand even as Ozturk filled Sevilin's hot mouth with his own gushing cream so that together they jerked and humped, each exciting the other to greater passion. Each time they thought surely there was no more cum inside them the other would stroke or suck or throb and shudder one more time and yet another shot of semen would be found to wet their gleaming dark skin and white sheets.
And they had the whole afternoon ahead of them…
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Joys Of Salep Dondurma
There was a definite spring in Ozturk's step as he walked to the district of Moda to meet his friend, Sevilin, at Ali Utsa, the best salep dondurma shop in Istanbul. He had set all things aside this day, family, business, obligations, for a brief interlude of purest pleasure.
Sevilin looked up as Ozturk entered the shop, a wide smile brightening his dark face and parting the scruffy beard that appeared almost as soon as he finished shaving every day. He had arrived a few minutes early and saved a table for the two of them near the back of the shop. His sparkling dark eyes and bright smile lit up the dark corner. Ozturk spotted him immediately and joined him, signaling a waiter to come as well.
They didn't need a menu. Salep Dondurma is the traditional Turkish ice cream, made from the tubers of orchids, sugar and milk. It can be made in any flavor - lending its distinctive earthy taste to all of them - but Ozturk liked the plain dondurma best in a cone, dipped into crushed pistachio nuts. Sevilin preferred his with a topping of dark chocolate syrup. Ozturk would laugh at him and say that is too much of a good thing, and he doesn't need so much help to stir his passion.
You see, salep dondurma, among other things, is a powerful aphrodisiac. Because the wild orchids are becoming scarcer as the dondurma becomes ever more popular, the Turkish government has made it illegal to export the salep (the flour made from the orchids which gives the ice cream it's distinctive flavor) as well as the dondurma. This the Turks keep for themselves.
Ozturk and Sevilin relaxed, chatting lightly over trivial things, the comfort of a long friendship behind them, and the delicious dondurma before them. They luxuriated in the knowledge that they had both cleared the entire afternoon for their special time together.
Sevilin licked the dark chocolate from his full, dark lips teasingly, seductively, moaning with pleasure at the combined flavors of chocolate and selep. Ozturk savored the rich, earthy fragrance of the dondurma and closed his eyes. Unbidden his mind produced mental pictures of Sevilin's thick, dark cock, tuminescent, creamy cum oozing from tip like the ice cream on his lips. His dick tingled with anticipation.
By the time they had finished their delicious treats, both of them were nursing throbbing hard cocks under the table. Furtive brushes of knee and foot, a hand on a thigh, all made the anticipation almost unbearable. A drop of precum squeezed to the tip of Ozturk's cock and trembled, as did he.
They rose together and arm in arm left the shop. Only a few blocks away they had a small rented room, a secret hideaway they had nursed together since they were young men. They fulfilled their obligations as they became older, carried on business, married good women, raised faithful children, but this place and this time was their own to do as they desired. The fruit was sweeter for the rarity of its taste.
They stepped inside, lighting candles and incense and by their flickering glow undressed each other with hands both gentle, and experienced. Both of them were strong, muscular men, Ozturk slightly the taller, Sevilin the more heavily carpeted with thick, coarse hair. Ozturk ran his hands over the burly, rounded chest, tugging playfully at that black, shining carpet and pinching Sevilin's nipples.
Their lips met and locked as Sevilin's hand crept down to cup Ozturk's dark balls and squeeze them hard, the way he knew his friend liked it. The taller man rocked his hips forward and their rigid dicks met and throbbed against each other, sweet, hot, familiar sensation filling them with need.
Ozturk could taste the bittersweet chocolate and musky aftertaste of selep dondurma on Sevilin's breath as their tongues met in the hot dance of passion. Together they moved to the bed and stretched out. Ozturk moaned as his smooth belly rubbed the scratchy soft texture of the hairy Sevilin and another drop of precum trembled its way to the tip of his cock.
With laughter sultry and soft, Sevilin took Ozturk's hot dick in his hand and began to stroke slowly, nudging his hips against the bigger man's thighs so his big, heavy dick thudded against him. Ozturk took it in his hand, savoring the massive size of it, tangling his fingertips in the thick nest of pubic hair at its base and squeezing it hard to feel it throb back at him and make Sevilin gasp and moan in his turn.
Together they masturbated, kissing deeply, breathing hard, savoring the touch of man flesh against man flesh, the lingering flavor of the salep dondurma. Male scent rose and filled the room to mingle with the heavy perfume of their favorite incense. Dark skin glowed dusky in the candlelight as they moaned and shifted against each other.
Ozturk rose slightly on his elbow and then moved to take that huge cock into his mouth. His wide jaw opened to swallow that thick flesh deep into his throat. Sevilin moaned and thrust into the hot wetness. The damp head of Ozturk's cock touched his lips and he opened them wide to take it in his hot mouth. His experienced tongue slid gratefully over the shaft and around the sensitive edges of the helmet shaped head, teasing the opening and savoring the salt flavor of cum.
With knowledge and memory of this firm body, those soft noises, pressure here, or just right there, Sevilin and Ozturk pleasured each other like no other could. Too soon it seemed Ozturk was already on the verge of completion, his cock swelling with the pressure of hot cum. Sevilin sucked harder and stroked faster with his thick, soft lips, while Ozturk cupped his balls and wrapped one hand around the thick shaft of Sevilin's hard dick to stroke it hard as he teased and sucked the tip.
As he expected Sevilin shivered convulsively and cried out. Thick, white ropey cum shot from his cock over Ozturk's face and hand even as Ozturk filled Sevilin's hot mouth with his own gushing cream so that together they jerked and humped, each exciting the other to greater passion. Each time they thought surely there was no more cum inside them the other would stroke or suck or throb and shudder one more time and yet another shot of semen would be found to wet their gleaming dark skin and white sheets.
And they had the whole afternoon ahead of them…
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