ButtyBoy
07-19-2009, 04:08 PM
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Night Cruise
A night cruise on the Bosporous sounded so romantic and beautiful Ethan couldn't resist. The rest of the group he had traveled with wanted to make a round of all the clubs. He could cruise the clubs at home, but there were no midnight cruises in landlocked Oklahoma. Maybe some other night. They exchanged jokes and teasing and went their separate ways. His guide had showed him out to get to the docks this afternoon when they purchased the ticket.
Standing in the cool sea breeze on the dock, Dave breathed deep. Spices, sea salt, a tang of seafood caressed his nose. He smiled at a gorgeous young Turkish man who also appeared to be waiting for the boat and received a smile in return. He hardly dared hope. He knew that open homosexuality was still frowned upon, but he also knew very well that his entire group was here to cruise the gorgeous, exotic dark Turkish men as did their guide, who was openly gay.
At last it was time. They boarded the boat, which was more luxurious than he had hoped.
He stood along the rail, his eyes filled with the beauty of the Ciragan Palace, lit at night to expose its elegant lines like nothing ever built in America. Approaching the Bosporus Bridge he walked along the rail, around the rear of the boat to the other side, admiring the fantastic views and architecture on both the Asian and the European sides of the Sea.
Slowly, he became aware that someone was following him at a little distance. Of course, it was possible they were only enjoying the view as well, but he stopped and leaned on the rail, then casually looked to his side.
The same beautiful Turkish man was leaning there, not far from him, smiling at him. The full moon shone on his face, accentuating the high cheekbones and almost harsh, masculine bone structure, sinking his dark eyes into wells of blackness where they sparkled with invitation.
Ethan could resist his curiosity no longer. Heart (or perhaps something a bit lower) filled with hope, he approached the young man.
Berk nodded to him, held out a hand and introduced himself in halting English. Ethan took the proffered hand and shared his name. For a few moments they stood companionably side-by-side enjoying the view.
Berk moved so he was touching Ethan, shoulder to hip, on one side. His body radiated heat like the sun under the cool moonlight. Ethan leaned into him, feeling the hard muscle of his body, sleek against his own bulky frame. They smiled at each other in mutual understanding.
After a few moments, Berk began to walk away, then half turned to motion Ethan to follow him. Hesitant, yet excited and anticipatory, Ethan followed.
Berk walked along the rail, and then disappeared down a set of stairs Ethan had not even noticed. At the bottom was a door into the interior of the boat. Berk smiled reassuringly, then opened the door, turning to wave Ethan to follow.
His excitement mounting, Ethan followed Berk into the narrow hall. Berk was apparently quite familiar with the boat, casually nodding at the few sailors who passed them. Nodding to Berk, they grinned knowingly at Ethan, then went quickly on their business.
Berk opened a door to a small room and stepped inside, Ethan behind him. Apparently a storeroom of some sort, the engines throbbed somewhere nearby, the vibrations traveling through walls and floor into Ethans body joining the tinkling there of excited anticipation so that by the time Berk leaned against him, face to face, Ethans back to the wall, his erection was throbbingly obvious between them. Berk grinned at him and gave him a swift kiss.
Ethan responded with enthusiasm. He put his arms around Berk and held him tight, enjoying the feel of the hard body in his arms, slender and taut. Pulling Berk against him he felt the molten heat at the young Turkish mans crotch echoing his own desire.
They broke apart, Ethan breathing hard. Berk stepped back and held out a hand in an unmistakable gesture. Ethan sighed, grimaced, then shrugged and reached for his wallet. He placed Lira into Berks hand until the young man smiled and tucked them into a pocket.
Smiling slightly, Berk pressed against him again, kissing him as he undid the Americans shirt, then sliding his hands over hard nipples to tweak and pinch while Ethan moaned and shoved his hard cock against Berks hard loins, feeling the heat returned.
Berk kissed his way slowly down the Americans muscular belly, then resting on his knees, smiled up with his eyes as his hands busied themselves opening Ethans fly and setting that throbbing dick free. A drop of precum trembled at its tip. Berks tongue, bright pink in his dark face, flicked out and licked it off.
Moaning, Ethan dug his fingers into Berks dark, wavy hair and arched his hips towards his mouth.
A rush of heat began at the tip of his dick and flashed through his body as the young man engulfed his hard cock into a soft, hot, wet mouth and talented lips and tongue set to work.
There was no doubt Berk was a pro at what he did, and worth every Lira spent. Ethan muffled his moans as he leaned on the wall and let every nerve in his body concentrate on what was happening to his screaming cock as gentle, knowledgeable mouth and fingers tickled his balls, licked the sensitive underside of his helmet, first teased the tip, then engulfed the shaft up to the roots in hot pleasure.
Given over to passion, Ethan felt his hips flexing to thrust into the rent boys mouth as he felt the power of his orgasm building to a climax. Berk somehow managed to suck an additional inch into his mouth, flicking his tongue over Ethans balls as they tautened in preparation for a roaring orgasm. Losing all awareness of the outer world, Ethan reveled in a world of sensation as the cum poured out of his dick in a molten liquid rush that seemed to somehow be connected and part of the throbbing engine, the shushing of the water beneath the hull and his engorged cock as the cum rushed out of him in one glorious pump, then another, and another, until he was sure he was drained of every possible drop.
Berks gentle lick at the tip yet drew another, feeble drop and an almost pained gasp from Ethan. He stood and tucked the Americans equipment away, touched him on the face and leaned against him for a moment - then slipped out the door and disappeared.
Ethan slid down the wall and sat on the cool floor - feeling the engines throb beneath him.
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Night Cruise
A night cruise on the Bosporous sounded so romantic and beautiful Ethan couldn't resist. The rest of the group he had traveled with wanted to make a round of all the clubs. He could cruise the clubs at home, but there were no midnight cruises in landlocked Oklahoma. Maybe some other night. They exchanged jokes and teasing and went their separate ways. His guide had showed him out to get to the docks this afternoon when they purchased the ticket.
Standing in the cool sea breeze on the dock, Dave breathed deep. Spices, sea salt, a tang of seafood caressed his nose. He smiled at a gorgeous young Turkish man who also appeared to be waiting for the boat and received a smile in return. He hardly dared hope. He knew that open homosexuality was still frowned upon, but he also knew very well that his entire group was here to cruise the gorgeous, exotic dark Turkish men as did their guide, who was openly gay.
At last it was time. They boarded the boat, which was more luxurious than he had hoped.
He stood along the rail, his eyes filled with the beauty of the Ciragan Palace, lit at night to expose its elegant lines like nothing ever built in America. Approaching the Bosporus Bridge he walked along the rail, around the rear of the boat to the other side, admiring the fantastic views and architecture on both the Asian and the European sides of the Sea.
Slowly, he became aware that someone was following him at a little distance. Of course, it was possible they were only enjoying the view as well, but he stopped and leaned on the rail, then casually looked to his side.
The same beautiful Turkish man was leaning there, not far from him, smiling at him. The full moon shone on his face, accentuating the high cheekbones and almost harsh, masculine bone structure, sinking his dark eyes into wells of blackness where they sparkled with invitation.
Ethan could resist his curiosity no longer. Heart (or perhaps something a bit lower) filled with hope, he approached the young man.
Berk nodded to him, held out a hand and introduced himself in halting English. Ethan took the proffered hand and shared his name. For a few moments they stood companionably side-by-side enjoying the view.
Berk moved so he was touching Ethan, shoulder to hip, on one side. His body radiated heat like the sun under the cool moonlight. Ethan leaned into him, feeling the hard muscle of his body, sleek against his own bulky frame. They smiled at each other in mutual understanding.
After a few moments, Berk began to walk away, then half turned to motion Ethan to follow him. Hesitant, yet excited and anticipatory, Ethan followed.
Berk walked along the rail, and then disappeared down a set of stairs Ethan had not even noticed. At the bottom was a door into the interior of the boat. Berk smiled reassuringly, then opened the door, turning to wave Ethan to follow.
His excitement mounting, Ethan followed Berk into the narrow hall. Berk was apparently quite familiar with the boat, casually nodding at the few sailors who passed them. Nodding to Berk, they grinned knowingly at Ethan, then went quickly on their business.
Berk opened a door to a small room and stepped inside, Ethan behind him. Apparently a storeroom of some sort, the engines throbbed somewhere nearby, the vibrations traveling through walls and floor into Ethans body joining the tinkling there of excited anticipation so that by the time Berk leaned against him, face to face, Ethans back to the wall, his erection was throbbingly obvious between them. Berk grinned at him and gave him a swift kiss.
Ethan responded with enthusiasm. He put his arms around Berk and held him tight, enjoying the feel of the hard body in his arms, slender and taut. Pulling Berk against him he felt the molten heat at the young Turkish mans crotch echoing his own desire.
They broke apart, Ethan breathing hard. Berk stepped back and held out a hand in an unmistakable gesture. Ethan sighed, grimaced, then shrugged and reached for his wallet. He placed Lira into Berks hand until the young man smiled and tucked them into a pocket.
Smiling slightly, Berk pressed against him again, kissing him as he undid the Americans shirt, then sliding his hands over hard nipples to tweak and pinch while Ethan moaned and shoved his hard cock against Berks hard loins, feeling the heat returned.
Berk kissed his way slowly down the Americans muscular belly, then resting on his knees, smiled up with his eyes as his hands busied themselves opening Ethans fly and setting that throbbing dick free. A drop of precum trembled at its tip. Berks tongue, bright pink in his dark face, flicked out and licked it off.
Moaning, Ethan dug his fingers into Berks dark, wavy hair and arched his hips towards his mouth.
A rush of heat began at the tip of his dick and flashed through his body as the young man engulfed his hard cock into a soft, hot, wet mouth and talented lips and tongue set to work.
There was no doubt Berk was a pro at what he did, and worth every Lira spent. Ethan muffled his moans as he leaned on the wall and let every nerve in his body concentrate on what was happening to his screaming cock as gentle, knowledgeable mouth and fingers tickled his balls, licked the sensitive underside of his helmet, first teased the tip, then engulfed the shaft up to the roots in hot pleasure.
Given over to passion, Ethan felt his hips flexing to thrust into the rent boys mouth as he felt the power of his orgasm building to a climax. Berk somehow managed to suck an additional inch into his mouth, flicking his tongue over Ethans balls as they tautened in preparation for a roaring orgasm. Losing all awareness of the outer world, Ethan reveled in a world of sensation as the cum poured out of his dick in a molten liquid rush that seemed to somehow be connected and part of the throbbing engine, the shushing of the water beneath the hull and his engorged cock as the cum rushed out of him in one glorious pump, then another, and another, until he was sure he was drained of every possible drop.
Berks gentle lick at the tip yet drew another, feeble drop and an almost pained gasp from Ethan. He stood and tucked the Americans equipment away, touched him on the face and leaned against him for a moment - then slipped out the door and disappeared.
Ethan slid down the wall and sat on the cool floor - feeling the engines throb beneath him.
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