ButtyBoy
07-13-2009, 10:43 PM
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Mustafa The True Gentleman
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.
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Mustafa The True Gentleman
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.
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