ButtyBoy
07-19-2009, 04:07 PM
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The Nargile Den
Boris enjoyed his vacations to Istanbul while his friends suffered in Moscow. He was a stocky Russian with short-cropped grayish hair. At fifty-six, Boris had spent the last ten years of it vacationing in Turkey. Some of his friends claimed that he spent all of his time in the hamams or bathhouses. In truth, Boris was an avid nargile smoker.
The nargile is a water pipe similar to the hookah. India may have made the original water pipe but it was Turkey who developed a unique culture around it. Boris had a collection of nargiles at home and he always bought a new one while on vacation. He could not find the same satisfaction of smoking cigarettes as he did when smoking a nargile.
One of Boris' favorite hangouts was the Istanbul Coffee House located on Divan Yolu near Beyazit Square. He would sit at one of the low benches and order a cup of Turkish coffee and a nargile. Boris would sip and smoke like while watching the natives and tourists pass by. He would spend most of the day sucking on the nargile's mouthpiece and enjoying the strong smoke.
Boris also enjoyed vacationing in Istanbul for another reason. None of his friends knew that the old Russian was gay. Boris had met a few young men during his travels and they were always eager to please him. He found one a gorgeous young Turkish guy a few years ago that he grew very fond of. Boris could actually say that he was in more in love with him than the wife he had lost eight years earlier.
Towards evening, he would leave the coffeehouse and hail a taxi to take him to Taksim Square. Boris would then find himself sitting in Han Cafe. He would enjoy a large meal before being joined by a young Turkish guy by the name of Zeki. He looked like a slender schoolboy despite the fact that he was twenty-three. His skin was not as dark as most Turks but he did have the dark hair. Boris bought the youth dessert and they would catch up while they ate.
"Is the Nargile Den still open?" the old Russian would finally ask.
He received a nod from the young Turk and smiled. Boris waved for waiter who brought the check. He paid for it in Liras before they left the Han Cafe. They hailed a taxi and Zeki gave directions to the Nargile Den. After a short ride, Boris paid the fare before the pair went inside an unmarked building.
They were greeted by a short old Turk, who remembered the old Russian from previous trips. He ushered the pair to a small room. The only furnishings in the room were several pillows and a large nargile. The old Turk lit the water pipe and bowed before he left.
Zeki mostly watched the old Russian smoke the water pipe. He would take an occasional puff but he found the smoke to be too strong.
"I would much rather be puffing on something else," he said with a friendly smile.
Boris nodded and lay back with several pillows propped behind his large frame. Zeki bent over and unzipped the older man's pants. He reached in and brought out the small flaccid penis. The young Turk kissed and licked the pale penis until it showed some movements of life. He wrapped his moist mouth around the gland and began sucking. Boris moaned and carefully set aside the nargile's mouthpiece.
He watched as the young Turk sucked his old cock eagerly. He moaned as his cock grew harder in Zeki's mouth. Boris could never openly admit his love and had to settle for the vacations to be near him. Zeki waited until the old cock was fully erect before he stopped sucking. He helped Boris undress before undressing himself.
Zeki kneeled on his hands and feet while the old Russian stood before him. The young Turk took the small erect cock back into his mouth and renewed his sucking. Boris took a few puffs from the nargile and blew smoke rings into the air. He ran his empty hand through Zeki's dark hair.
The young Turk fondled the old man's hairy balls. Boris could have sworn that his cock grew harder in his mouth. Zeki had his entire six-inch cock inside his mouth. He reached a hand around Boris and inserted a finger inside his anus. Zeki finger fucked the old Russian's asshole while he sucked his cock.
Boris felt his hairy balls boil with hot sperm and almost lost control. He withdrew his cock from the young Turk's mouth and lay back on the pillows once again. Zeki positioned himself so that he could suck his cock instead of the nargile's mouthpiece. Boris enjoyed the taste of the Turk's young circumcised cock. He began puffing away on Zeki's boner, which grew hard in his mouth.
"I think you grew some since last year," Boris said after he withdrew his mouth.
The old Russian fetched a small square package out of his pants. Boris handed the package to his partner, who tore it open and withdrew the latex condom. Zeki unrolled the condom down the old man's still erect cock. The young Turk once again assumed the kneeling position.
Boris positioned himself behind his gay lover and spread his buttocks. He guided his condom-covered cock slowly into Zeki's anus. The young Turk grunted even though he had bigger dicks up his asshole. Boris slowly slipped his entire six-inch cock into the rectum. The old Russian held onto Zeki's hips before he began to pump his pulsating cock in and out of his asshole.
Zeki liked the old man since he was a regular customer that paid well. He stroked his hard cock while Boris ass fucked him. Zeki felt the old Russian's fingers dig into his hips and knew that he was on the verge of climaxing.
"I love you," Boris moaned softly as semen erupted shooting into the condom's tip.
Zeki waited until the old Russian carefully pulled his spent cock out. They took turns puffing on the nargile for the rest of the evening. They would fuck one more time before Boris would pay him the Liras. Zeki would promise to make sure that he would be available for the next six nights and it was decided that Boris would pay what was due to the owner of the Nargile Den before they left.
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The Nargile Den
Boris enjoyed his vacations to Istanbul while his friends suffered in Moscow. He was a stocky Russian with short-cropped grayish hair. At fifty-six, Boris had spent the last ten years of it vacationing in Turkey. Some of his friends claimed that he spent all of his time in the hamams or bathhouses. In truth, Boris was an avid nargile smoker.
The nargile is a water pipe similar to the hookah. India may have made the original water pipe but it was Turkey who developed a unique culture around it. Boris had a collection of nargiles at home and he always bought a new one while on vacation. He could not find the same satisfaction of smoking cigarettes as he did when smoking a nargile.
One of Boris' favorite hangouts was the Istanbul Coffee House located on Divan Yolu near Beyazit Square. He would sit at one of the low benches and order a cup of Turkish coffee and a nargile. Boris would sip and smoke like while watching the natives and tourists pass by. He would spend most of the day sucking on the nargile's mouthpiece and enjoying the strong smoke.
Boris also enjoyed vacationing in Istanbul for another reason. None of his friends knew that the old Russian was gay. Boris had met a few young men during his travels and they were always eager to please him. He found one a gorgeous young Turkish guy a few years ago that he grew very fond of. Boris could actually say that he was in more in love with him than the wife he had lost eight years earlier.
Towards evening, he would leave the coffeehouse and hail a taxi to take him to Taksim Square. Boris would then find himself sitting in Han Cafe. He would enjoy a large meal before being joined by a young Turkish guy by the name of Zeki. He looked like a slender schoolboy despite the fact that he was twenty-three. His skin was not as dark as most Turks but he did have the dark hair. Boris bought the youth dessert and they would catch up while they ate.
"Is the Nargile Den still open?" the old Russian would finally ask.
He received a nod from the young Turk and smiled. Boris waved for waiter who brought the check. He paid for it in Liras before they left the Han Cafe. They hailed a taxi and Zeki gave directions to the Nargile Den. After a short ride, Boris paid the fare before the pair went inside an unmarked building.
They were greeted by a short old Turk, who remembered the old Russian from previous trips. He ushered the pair to a small room. The only furnishings in the room were several pillows and a large nargile. The old Turk lit the water pipe and bowed before he left.
Zeki mostly watched the old Russian smoke the water pipe. He would take an occasional puff but he found the smoke to be too strong.
"I would much rather be puffing on something else," he said with a friendly smile.
Boris nodded and lay back with several pillows propped behind his large frame. Zeki bent over and unzipped the older man's pants. He reached in and brought out the small flaccid penis. The young Turk kissed and licked the pale penis until it showed some movements of life. He wrapped his moist mouth around the gland and began sucking. Boris moaned and carefully set aside the nargile's mouthpiece.
He watched as the young Turk sucked his old cock eagerly. He moaned as his cock grew harder in Zeki's mouth. Boris could never openly admit his love and had to settle for the vacations to be near him. Zeki waited until the old cock was fully erect before he stopped sucking. He helped Boris undress before undressing himself.
Zeki kneeled on his hands and feet while the old Russian stood before him. The young Turk took the small erect cock back into his mouth and renewed his sucking. Boris took a few puffs from the nargile and blew smoke rings into the air. He ran his empty hand through Zeki's dark hair.
The young Turk fondled the old man's hairy balls. Boris could have sworn that his cock grew harder in his mouth. Zeki had his entire six-inch cock inside his mouth. He reached a hand around Boris and inserted a finger inside his anus. Zeki finger fucked the old Russian's asshole while he sucked his cock.
Boris felt his hairy balls boil with hot sperm and almost lost control. He withdrew his cock from the young Turk's mouth and lay back on the pillows once again. Zeki positioned himself so that he could suck his cock instead of the nargile's mouthpiece. Boris enjoyed the taste of the Turk's young circumcised cock. He began puffing away on Zeki's boner, which grew hard in his mouth.
"I think you grew some since last year," Boris said after he withdrew his mouth.
The old Russian fetched a small square package out of his pants. Boris handed the package to his partner, who tore it open and withdrew the latex condom. Zeki unrolled the condom down the old man's still erect cock. The young Turk once again assumed the kneeling position.
Boris positioned himself behind his gay lover and spread his buttocks. He guided his condom-covered cock slowly into Zeki's anus. The young Turk grunted even though he had bigger dicks up his asshole. Boris slowly slipped his entire six-inch cock into the rectum. The old Russian held onto Zeki's hips before he began to pump his pulsating cock in and out of his asshole.
Zeki liked the old man since he was a regular customer that paid well. He stroked his hard cock while Boris ass fucked him. Zeki felt the old Russian's fingers dig into his hips and knew that he was on the verge of climaxing.
"I love you," Boris moaned softly as semen erupted shooting into the condom's tip.
Zeki waited until the old Russian carefully pulled his spent cock out. They took turns puffing on the nargile for the rest of the evening. They would fuck one more time before Boris would pay him the Liras. Zeki would promise to make sure that he would be available for the next six nights and it was decided that Boris would pay what was due to the owner of the Nargile Den before they left.
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