ButtyBoy
07-27-2009, 01:07 PM
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Rally Boy
I have been blessed in this life and, as I have always been generous with my blessings when it comes to charity and other people, I have never felt any need to be apologetic when I chose to indulge myself.
As I am a great fan of rally racing, and an even greater fan of handsome young Turkish men, I was quite pleased when the WRC announced they were planning to hold rallies in Turkey! Of course, I made every arrangement to attend.
It is a long flight from London to Istanbul. I wasted little time in making my way to Taksim Square and finding there a rent boy who, happily, was not only handsome, but was also a fan of motorcars. To him, attending the race in Kemer was a hopeless dream. To me, it was a pleasure to make his dream come true. He quickly made arrangements, packed an overnight bag, and we were on our way.
I had arranged a suite at The Gul, a beautiful new hotel halfway up a mountain and quite close to the route of several stages of the rally. Anka, my rent boy, was wide eyed with the luxury accommodations. It was simply delightful to see how he walked about just touching things, looking to me for approval. He also had a most satisfying way of showing me his gratitude…
Early Friday morning found us in the perfect vantage point above some hairpin turns on the first stage. The little cars came screaming through the corners sideways, slinging dust and gravel over us, looking as if surely one of them is going to slam into the trees or simply slide over the sheer drop and down the mountainside.
Anka fairly quivered with excitement, cheering for all the teams, although he confided that his favorite driver is Markko Martin, who is well off the pace. Wrong tires.
After the stage we return to our hotel for lunch - dark, rich Turkish coffee and ice cream. Anka's eyes sparkle in invitation over his decadently delicious snack.
With a wide smile, I nod and we leave an extravagant tip before we race each other laughing through the lobby and up to my room. Anka dashes in and leaps into the air, landing, bouncing on the newly made bed. I follow him only slightly more sedately and bury my face against his marvellous soft brown skin, feeling his slender hands running through my dusty blond mane, his full lips brushing gentle kisses down my neck and cheeks as his slender but muscular legs slide against my own.
He arches underneath me, teasing, both of us fully dressed, and my already excited cock responds immediately with swollen heat. Laughing, Anka rolls me onto my back, then turns beside me, his deft hands quickly freeing my turgid member from my pants. His thick lips and warm mouth engulf me while I am still fumbling at his waist. I can see the throb of his dick shoving against the material.
Finally, distracted by the pleasure he is giving me, I manage to release that magnificent brown young cock and take it deep into my throat. Now it is I who distracts him, his hips twitch in response as I swallow him and stroke with my tongue, my hands caressing his balls. Slowly, I manage with his help to slide his shorts off and run my hands over his hard, beautiful round ass. He sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing his sleek, flat, almost hairless chest. His tiny nipples stand up hard with excitement.
I wiggle out of my jeans and toss them aside, and Anka reaches to pull off my shirt, running his hands up my ridged abdomen, over my bulging chest raising the shirt over my head and rubbing his face through the blond curly hair covering the front of me like a carpet. He sighs and snuggles. Earlier he told me how much he likes that golden carpet and he has certainly snuggled into it at every opportunity. Not that I mind!
I hug him close and he responds, kissing my chest, teasing my nipples until the torture is almost unbearable. Pinching them lightly he sits up. My dick shudders with excitement as he moves about, teasing me with the crack of his hard ass, running his fingers through the hair of my chest, pinching my nipples and smiling at me with that beautiful smile and those sparkling dark eyes.
I reach between us to take his lovely cock in my hand, stroking it gently, teasing him even as he is teasing me. At last, he has mercy and, raising himself, slowly, slowly lowers himself again, this time impaling himself on the throbbing length of my hard penis.
I will myself to be still, to allow him to take the length and size of me within himself. He is so tight, so hot. My hands ball into fists on the bedclothes and I moan softly as I try to hang on.
It seems forever before he is sitting on me, my cock buried to its hilt inside of him, grinning that white smile, his own dark cock propped on my belly, throbbing, a drop of pre-cum trembling at its tip. I reach out with one finger and smear it gently around the head of his dick and am rewarded as he closes his eyes and moans, his head tilting back and his ass squeezing tightly around my cock so that I moan in my turn and slowly push deeper into him.
He begins to rock against me, easy deep strokes, his ass silken and hot, grasping my dick and sucking at it so that I nearly come in the first few strokes. I manage to hold back, closing my eyes, but the moment I open them the first thing I see is his delicate brown hand wrapped around his big dark cock, stroking in time to his rocking motion, his cock swelling, the head flared, his balls shifting as he nears climax.
With a deep groan I release my cum and feel it shoot scalding inside him, my cock shuddering in that tight ass that sucks every last hot drop of cum out of me, even as I feel his hot young cream shooting across my belly, wetting the hair of my chest as he bounces hard on my cock, sucking a few more drops I would have sworn I didn't have left to give, making me feel as though my very balls have been sucked through my dick and given up to that tight ass.
I promise, I am cumming back for the rally next year.
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Rally Boy
I have been blessed in this life and, as I have always been generous with my blessings when it comes to charity and other people, I have never felt any need to be apologetic when I chose to indulge myself.
As I am a great fan of rally racing, and an even greater fan of handsome young Turkish men, I was quite pleased when the WRC announced they were planning to hold rallies in Turkey! Of course, I made every arrangement to attend.
It is a long flight from London to Istanbul. I wasted little time in making my way to Taksim Square and finding there a rent boy who, happily, was not only handsome, but was also a fan of motorcars. To him, attending the race in Kemer was a hopeless dream. To me, it was a pleasure to make his dream come true. He quickly made arrangements, packed an overnight bag, and we were on our way.
I had arranged a suite at The Gul, a beautiful new hotel halfway up a mountain and quite close to the route of several stages of the rally. Anka, my rent boy, was wide eyed with the luxury accommodations. It was simply delightful to see how he walked about just touching things, looking to me for approval. He also had a most satisfying way of showing me his gratitude…
Early Friday morning found us in the perfect vantage point above some hairpin turns on the first stage. The little cars came screaming through the corners sideways, slinging dust and gravel over us, looking as if surely one of them is going to slam into the trees or simply slide over the sheer drop and down the mountainside.
Anka fairly quivered with excitement, cheering for all the teams, although he confided that his favorite driver is Markko Martin, who is well off the pace. Wrong tires.
After the stage we return to our hotel for lunch - dark, rich Turkish coffee and ice cream. Anka's eyes sparkle in invitation over his decadently delicious snack.
With a wide smile, I nod and we leave an extravagant tip before we race each other laughing through the lobby and up to my room. Anka dashes in and leaps into the air, landing, bouncing on the newly made bed. I follow him only slightly more sedately and bury my face against his marvellous soft brown skin, feeling his slender hands running through my dusty blond mane, his full lips brushing gentle kisses down my neck and cheeks as his slender but muscular legs slide against my own.
He arches underneath me, teasing, both of us fully dressed, and my already excited cock responds immediately with swollen heat. Laughing, Anka rolls me onto my back, then turns beside me, his deft hands quickly freeing my turgid member from my pants. His thick lips and warm mouth engulf me while I am still fumbling at his waist. I can see the throb of his dick shoving against the material.
Finally, distracted by the pleasure he is giving me, I manage to release that magnificent brown young cock and take it deep into my throat. Now it is I who distracts him, his hips twitch in response as I swallow him and stroke with my tongue, my hands caressing his balls. Slowly, I manage with his help to slide his shorts off and run my hands over his hard, beautiful round ass. He sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing his sleek, flat, almost hairless chest. His tiny nipples stand up hard with excitement.
I wiggle out of my jeans and toss them aside, and Anka reaches to pull off my shirt, running his hands up my ridged abdomen, over my bulging chest raising the shirt over my head and rubbing his face through the blond curly hair covering the front of me like a carpet. He sighs and snuggles. Earlier he told me how much he likes that golden carpet and he has certainly snuggled into it at every opportunity. Not that I mind!
I hug him close and he responds, kissing my chest, teasing my nipples until the torture is almost unbearable. Pinching them lightly he sits up. My dick shudders with excitement as he moves about, teasing me with the crack of his hard ass, running his fingers through the hair of my chest, pinching my nipples and smiling at me with that beautiful smile and those sparkling dark eyes.
I reach between us to take his lovely cock in my hand, stroking it gently, teasing him even as he is teasing me. At last, he has mercy and, raising himself, slowly, slowly lowers himself again, this time impaling himself on the throbbing length of my hard penis.
I will myself to be still, to allow him to take the length and size of me within himself. He is so tight, so hot. My hands ball into fists on the bedclothes and I moan softly as I try to hang on.
It seems forever before he is sitting on me, my cock buried to its hilt inside of him, grinning that white smile, his own dark cock propped on my belly, throbbing, a drop of pre-cum trembling at its tip. I reach out with one finger and smear it gently around the head of his dick and am rewarded as he closes his eyes and moans, his head tilting back and his ass squeezing tightly around my cock so that I moan in my turn and slowly push deeper into him.
He begins to rock against me, easy deep strokes, his ass silken and hot, grasping my dick and sucking at it so that I nearly come in the first few strokes. I manage to hold back, closing my eyes, but the moment I open them the first thing I see is his delicate brown hand wrapped around his big dark cock, stroking in time to his rocking motion, his cock swelling, the head flared, his balls shifting as he nears climax.
With a deep groan I release my cum and feel it shoot scalding inside him, my cock shuddering in that tight ass that sucks every last hot drop of cum out of me, even as I feel his hot young cream shooting across my belly, wetting the hair of my chest as he bounces hard on my cock, sucking a few more drops I would have sworn I didn't have left to give, making me feel as though my very balls have been sucked through my dick and given up to that tight ass.
I promise, I am cumming back for the rally next year.
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