ButtyBoy
07-19-2009, 04:09 PM
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Obsession
It only took a moment. The young man approached him, addressed him in perfect English, smiled, "no offense" and moved on before he could gather himself enough to answer. David looked around and noticed like never before that there were many men in Taksim Square. Some walked close together, even arm in arm or holding hands. He fled to his hotel.
Some mistake. He would have to speak to the agency that booked his company's travel. But then, he didn't want to do that. Didn't want them to perhaps think the young man approached him because he sensed something. No. Not that.
Of course, it was ridiculous. David knew he wasn't gay. Not even bi. No way.
The night was close and hot in the hotel room. The sheets lay tangled around his feet. He couldn't sleep. Usually, his mind would be speeding over the business of the day, the meetings, strategies, and ideas. Tonight all it would do is play over and over the tape of that young man approaching him. His smooth dark skin, thick black brows, short black hair. As he walked away, wide shoulders, small waist, narrow hips.
David's cock throbbed, rock hard against his belly. Ridiculous. Just tired and horny, too long away from home. He began to masturbate, calling up thoughts of his wife. Jan, naked, her lean, hard body. She was a gymnast in college, now taught aerobics part-time, she had a magnificent body. Muscular, defined, strong. Kept her hair short. Easier, she said.
He saw her naked, walking away. Wide shoulders, tiny waist, narrow hips. A drop of precum trembled on the head of his dick and his mind showed him the young man again. Jan was so strong and quick; he always thought she would be tough in a fight. Wonder who would win if she fought that young man? What if they fought over him? He pounded his cock harder, his imagination building a script, showing him pictures of his boyish wife and the exotic young man. Sheets covered in cum. Panting. No. No. It was Jan that turned him on. What a silly strange fantasy.
He had five more days in Istanbul. Every night he slept less and masturbated more. The young man's face haunted him. Those straight black brows, the strong nose, and his full lips. David blew load after load thinking of those lips around his dick.
He kept trying to bring Jan into the picture. The young man fucking Jan, Jan fucking him, the young man masturbating over them both. Every fantasy left him even more disturbed. And more horny. It seemed as if his cock never went soft, he couldn't keep his hands off of it.
At night he stood in the window, the curtains drawn, watching through a crack as the men walked about the square. Watching. Masturbating to climax over and over as the men talked, walked together, laughed and joked.
David had to excuse himself from a dinner to slip into the bathroom and jerk off again, his mind playing with pictures of the sober Turkish businessman he was entertaining, his throbbing cock driving him mad, lifting the napkin off his lap. Throb. Throb. Throb.
His business partner began to notice something wrong. Asked him if he was okay. David shrugged it off as jet lag, not enough sleep.
Last night in Istanbul.
David started making excuses, justifying himself, but the bottom line was that he was standing in the square. Looking for a particular rent boy. His dick shuddering against his fly.
Who would know, anyway? He was thousands of miles from home. The business negotiations went well, he deserved a celebration. It would just be the one time, just to see what it was like. Just to prove he wouldn't enjoy it.
He was going to be safe. The condoms rattled in his pocket with the lira and the key to the cheap motel room he rented with cash. He rubbed his aching dick surreptitiously as he checked his pocket for the hundredth time.
Yes. He was here. David crossed the square to the young man. At first the young Turk looked startled, as if he though David meant him harm. David tried to smile, held out a fistful of lira in a shaking hand. The young man's dark eyes glowed as he took David's hand into his own.
David handed him the key.
Moments later they stepped into a darkened room. David left the lights off. The young man glowed golden brown in the dim light, his dark eyes just shadows. David started to almost tear off his own clothing but a gentle hand stopped his frantic pace. Skilled fingers undressed him, quickly and efficiently.
David moaned with need as his swollen dick was freed. He grabbed himself, starting to jack off yet again, unable to wait. A gentle but firm hand stopped him and…
David let out a long cry, almost a scream, as those soft, warm thick lips enveloped his engorged member. Their soft pressure the hot, wet cave beyond were a comforting balm to his sore dick. A talented tongue flicked lightly over the swollen head as cool fingers caressed his fevered balls.
Almost immediately, David cried out and humped his hips, his hands grasping the young mans head as he filled his mouth with a gush of hot cum. The man licked him clean as he stood, one hand braced on the wall to keep himself upright, legs trembling. He ran one hand caressingly along that dark, beautiful face and the young man smiled up at him and ran a cum moistened tongue over his lips.
David wondered how to tell him he wanted him to stay. He wasn't done. It couldn't be over with so soon.
He needed more.
As if he understood without being told the young man stood and pressed the length of his body against David. Their lips met for a kiss, parted, the salt taste of his own cum filled David's mouth. He ran his hands down the firm, muscular body. Felt the scratchiness of another man's chest hair against his own. His nipples tightened and stood hard in response.
Still pressed together, they moved to the bed. Lying side by side, they ran their hands over each other's body. The sleek European businessman, lean and lanky. The stocky, dark young man with his deep chest but narrow waist and hips. A dark cock now throbbing thick and hard against the pale, swollen prick.
Moaning they rubbed together. David grew rock hard yet again. He held another man's cock in his hand and the weight and heat of it sent the blood rushing into his own hard dick.
Succumbing to desires he could never admit to, David rolled onto his belly, and then lifted onto his knees. He buried his face into the pillows, filled his senses with their spicy scent. Knew what was coming, wanted it, needed it and still somehow thought he could pretend it never happened.
Full. Hot. Penetrated. David felt himself spread wide and speared with hot flesh, somehow rigid and soft all at once. The first plunge was agonizing and he cried out into the pillow and, unthinking, clenched his ass muscles. He was rewarded with a gasp and a soft moan, hands kneaded his ass muscles. And suddenly he knew. He clenched and relaxed his ass again. Heard another moan, felt the hardness inside him flex and thrust deeper.
He wanted more. He wanted it all and he wanted to make that young man cum. And he knew he could. David started to rock hard, flexing his ass muscles. The harder he pumped back, the harder the young man pounded his dick inside of him. The heat and pain grew until David felt like he was being torn apart and then something happened.
The cock inside of him touched some wonderful spot that made his whole body jump like a jolt of electricity. Precum spurted from his dick where it trembled, almost neglected beneath him. David froze, afraid to breathe. It happened again. And again and again and…faster and harder until waves of pain and heat were rolling through his whole body with this incredible trembling, indescribable ecstasy.
He grabbed his dick and began to masturbate frantically as the hard cock inside him slammed deep inside of him. Then he felt something like an explosion in his guts, warm liquid spilled inside of him. The young man grunted and thrust, almost crushing David's hips with his grip. With a loan groan, David came again, pouring cum over the bed, soaking the sheets with long gout of hot sperm.
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Obsession
It only took a moment. The young man approached him, addressed him in perfect English, smiled, "no offense" and moved on before he could gather himself enough to answer. David looked around and noticed like never before that there were many men in Taksim Square. Some walked close together, even arm in arm or holding hands. He fled to his hotel.
Some mistake. He would have to speak to the agency that booked his company's travel. But then, he didn't want to do that. Didn't want them to perhaps think the young man approached him because he sensed something. No. Not that.
Of course, it was ridiculous. David knew he wasn't gay. Not even bi. No way.
The night was close and hot in the hotel room. The sheets lay tangled around his feet. He couldn't sleep. Usually, his mind would be speeding over the business of the day, the meetings, strategies, and ideas. Tonight all it would do is play over and over the tape of that young man approaching him. His smooth dark skin, thick black brows, short black hair. As he walked away, wide shoulders, small waist, narrow hips.
David's cock throbbed, rock hard against his belly. Ridiculous. Just tired and horny, too long away from home. He began to masturbate, calling up thoughts of his wife. Jan, naked, her lean, hard body. She was a gymnast in college, now taught aerobics part-time, she had a magnificent body. Muscular, defined, strong. Kept her hair short. Easier, she said.
He saw her naked, walking away. Wide shoulders, tiny waist, narrow hips. A drop of precum trembled on the head of his dick and his mind showed him the young man again. Jan was so strong and quick; he always thought she would be tough in a fight. Wonder who would win if she fought that young man? What if they fought over him? He pounded his cock harder, his imagination building a script, showing him pictures of his boyish wife and the exotic young man. Sheets covered in cum. Panting. No. No. It was Jan that turned him on. What a silly strange fantasy.
He had five more days in Istanbul. Every night he slept less and masturbated more. The young man's face haunted him. Those straight black brows, the strong nose, and his full lips. David blew load after load thinking of those lips around his dick.
He kept trying to bring Jan into the picture. The young man fucking Jan, Jan fucking him, the young man masturbating over them both. Every fantasy left him even more disturbed. And more horny. It seemed as if his cock never went soft, he couldn't keep his hands off of it.
At night he stood in the window, the curtains drawn, watching through a crack as the men walked about the square. Watching. Masturbating to climax over and over as the men talked, walked together, laughed and joked.
David had to excuse himself from a dinner to slip into the bathroom and jerk off again, his mind playing with pictures of the sober Turkish businessman he was entertaining, his throbbing cock driving him mad, lifting the napkin off his lap. Throb. Throb. Throb.
His business partner began to notice something wrong. Asked him if he was okay. David shrugged it off as jet lag, not enough sleep.
Last night in Istanbul.
David started making excuses, justifying himself, but the bottom line was that he was standing in the square. Looking for a particular rent boy. His dick shuddering against his fly.
Who would know, anyway? He was thousands of miles from home. The business negotiations went well, he deserved a celebration. It would just be the one time, just to see what it was like. Just to prove he wouldn't enjoy it.
He was going to be safe. The condoms rattled in his pocket with the lira and the key to the cheap motel room he rented with cash. He rubbed his aching dick surreptitiously as he checked his pocket for the hundredth time.
Yes. He was here. David crossed the square to the young man. At first the young Turk looked startled, as if he though David meant him harm. David tried to smile, held out a fistful of lira in a shaking hand. The young man's dark eyes glowed as he took David's hand into his own.
David handed him the key.
Moments later they stepped into a darkened room. David left the lights off. The young man glowed golden brown in the dim light, his dark eyes just shadows. David started to almost tear off his own clothing but a gentle hand stopped his frantic pace. Skilled fingers undressed him, quickly and efficiently.
David moaned with need as his swollen dick was freed. He grabbed himself, starting to jack off yet again, unable to wait. A gentle but firm hand stopped him and…
David let out a long cry, almost a scream, as those soft, warm thick lips enveloped his engorged member. Their soft pressure the hot, wet cave beyond were a comforting balm to his sore dick. A talented tongue flicked lightly over the swollen head as cool fingers caressed his fevered balls.
Almost immediately, David cried out and humped his hips, his hands grasping the young mans head as he filled his mouth with a gush of hot cum. The man licked him clean as he stood, one hand braced on the wall to keep himself upright, legs trembling. He ran one hand caressingly along that dark, beautiful face and the young man smiled up at him and ran a cum moistened tongue over his lips.
David wondered how to tell him he wanted him to stay. He wasn't done. It couldn't be over with so soon.
He needed more.
As if he understood without being told the young man stood and pressed the length of his body against David. Their lips met for a kiss, parted, the salt taste of his own cum filled David's mouth. He ran his hands down the firm, muscular body. Felt the scratchiness of another man's chest hair against his own. His nipples tightened and stood hard in response.
Still pressed together, they moved to the bed. Lying side by side, they ran their hands over each other's body. The sleek European businessman, lean and lanky. The stocky, dark young man with his deep chest but narrow waist and hips. A dark cock now throbbing thick and hard against the pale, swollen prick.
Moaning they rubbed together. David grew rock hard yet again. He held another man's cock in his hand and the weight and heat of it sent the blood rushing into his own hard dick.
Succumbing to desires he could never admit to, David rolled onto his belly, and then lifted onto his knees. He buried his face into the pillows, filled his senses with their spicy scent. Knew what was coming, wanted it, needed it and still somehow thought he could pretend it never happened.
Full. Hot. Penetrated. David felt himself spread wide and speared with hot flesh, somehow rigid and soft all at once. The first plunge was agonizing and he cried out into the pillow and, unthinking, clenched his ass muscles. He was rewarded with a gasp and a soft moan, hands kneaded his ass muscles. And suddenly he knew. He clenched and relaxed his ass again. Heard another moan, felt the hardness inside him flex and thrust deeper.
He wanted more. He wanted it all and he wanted to make that young man cum. And he knew he could. David started to rock hard, flexing his ass muscles. The harder he pumped back, the harder the young man pounded his dick inside of him. The heat and pain grew until David felt like he was being torn apart and then something happened.
The cock inside of him touched some wonderful spot that made his whole body jump like a jolt of electricity. Precum spurted from his dick where it trembled, almost neglected beneath him. David froze, afraid to breathe. It happened again. And again and again and…faster and harder until waves of pain and heat were rolling through his whole body with this incredible trembling, indescribable ecstasy.
He grabbed his dick and began to masturbate frantically as the hard cock inside him slammed deep inside of him. Then he felt something like an explosion in his guts, warm liquid spilled inside of him. The young man grunted and thrust, almost crushing David's hips with his grip. With a loan groan, David came again, pouring cum over the bed, soaking the sheets with long gout of hot sperm.
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