ButtyBoy
08-27-2009, 03:12 PM
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Cum Take A Ride
He pulled up in Taksim Square, the bikes motor roaring in the enclosed area. Before he was even dismounted, he was drawing a few curious onlookers. The big red Norton 952 Commando had that effect on people. Even people who didn't realize it was a limited edition signature bike recognized it as one special machine.
Christopher pulled off his helmet and shook the worst of the sweat out of his hair, wiping his face with a towel he kept handy. As he took the towel from his face he saw the rent boy staring at him, or more likely, at the bike, a faint smile on his face.
Smiling, Christopher motioned him over. This trip of a lifetime had cost even less than he expected, once the bike and transport to the continent was paid for. He decided he could splurge some today.
The young man walked up to the bike, dignified and proud in spite of, or maybe because of, his profession. He couldn't, however, disguise the admiration in his eyes as they traveled over the sleek lines of the big bike.
"Do you speak good English? Because I gotta tell ya, my Turkish sucks." Christopher grinned depreciatingly.
"Yes, I do." The young man replied.
"Good. You want to ride?"
Zekis eyes grew wide and bright as he took a sharp breath.
"Yes, I would love to" he hesitated, "but…"
"No worry, I'll pay you. I need someone to hang out with for a day or two, show me the sights, take me to the good restaurants, help me find a good place to stay, maybe a few other things…" Christopher added, his eyes twinkling.
Zeki nodded. "Yes!"
They quickly struck a bargain, and Zeki joyfully climbed on the bike behind Christopher and directed him to a good hotel where the big machine would be safe in an indoor garage. When they arrived Christopher noticed that, just for a moment, Zeki had closed his eyes to savor the sensation and rumble of the powerful bike as he rode. Christopher appreciated the sentiment, having a great love for the beast himself.
As soon as the details of checking in were accomplished, he turned to the younger man and asked, "So, are you ready for a REAL ride now?"
Eyes glowing, Zeki nodded quickly.
They returned outside where the Norton waited, the sunlight gleaming on her chrome and sparkling off her red metalwork. They mounted, Zeki leaning into the big blond American, his arms wrapped around the man's barrel chest, his head turned to rest between his broad shoulders against the leather jacket.
Christopher rumbled them quietly through town until he found a long, straight, little traveled road, and then opened the big bike up. The 952 cc engine gave an ear splitting roar as he clicked through the gears. The wind whipped through Zeki's short hair and he was spattered with the gravel spitting up from beneath the heavy monsters tires. It hurt, but he hardly noticed, so full were his senses from the roar of the huge motor, the feeling of flying through the air at such speed, the sheer power he could feel throbbing through his body as he smelled the hot leather and body of the big man before him. Suddenly, he could hardly wait until they got back to the hotel.
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The big machine safely tucked away below, the men stepped into the hotel room, dusty and hot, but exhilarated from their ride. Zeki fell into Christopher's arms and the big man scooped him up, and then stooped to kiss him as if drinking from a clear well after a long thirst.
Christopher went to start taking off his clothes but Zeki stopped him with a touch and bent to his knees, opening the fly of the Levis to release a huge, throbbing cock that well suited the big man it sprang from.
Zeki was not, himself, a small man, being 5'10" or so and very well muscled with the hard body of youth worn casually as they do. It was simply that Christopher was huge, blond, blue eyed, and well over 6 foot with the build of the college football player he once was.
Stopping to admire the huge dick for only a moment, Zeki leaned forward to engulf the damp pink head in his full, dark lips. Christopher took a deep breath and moaned softly. His big hands resting on Zeki's shoulders he rocked his hips to press that monster prick deeper into the young mans welcoming throat.
Zeki moaned and hummed in his throat, almost purring like the big bike. Christopher shuddered in response, his prick throbbing and swelling with passion as Zeki stroked the mighty shaft with soft lips. Running his fingers through the youths windblown hair, Christopher looked down to admire his sleek companion. Thin white linen only accentuated the young mans fine, dark skin and hinted at the musculature beneath.
Leaning down, Christopher lifted the loose shirt over Zeki's head, causing his prick to pop out of the rentboys mouth as he lifted him up and ran his wide hands over the sleek chest, causing the dark nipples to harden before Zeki leaned into him again for a deep kiss.
Christopher fumbled a moment, and then Zeki's pants were sliding loosely down his legs to pool at his feet as he kicked off his sandals. Large hands cupped his hard ass and squeezed, then lifted the young man completely off his feet.
Admiring the massive mans great strength, Zeki wrapped his legs around him, and then gasped and whimpered as Christopher lowered him onto his huge cock, painfully spreading his anus wide, filling him with hot flesh.
Christopher began pumping with his hips, grasping Zeki's tight ass in his hands, using the huge muscles of his arms to support the Turk as his pale cock pounded into that tight, dark meat.
Zeki clung with arms and legs to the big man as the massive shaft invaded his ass. Riding the big man, he imagined he was still riding the big bike, the sensation of power trapped between his legs, he gripped the big man tighter as his own prick grew hard in response, rubbing up and down on the hard leather jacket.
Breathing hard, Christopher finally carried Zeki the few steps to the bed and lay the young man back on it as he stood at the end, his big pale hands gripping the warm brown hips, ramming his thick prick into that dark hole, blond pubes glistening with moisture where they peeked from jeans and leather chaps.
Zeki spread his legs, the easier to take the huge load being pounded into his ass and arched his back against the big American, before grabbing his own throbbing dark prick and beginning to stroke frantically.
His ass muscles convulsed and squeezed the huge dick hard and Christopher cried out as he began dumping a monster load of cum deep inside that tight Turkish ass. Feeling the hot cum pouring into him was more than Zeki could take and still feeling the vibrations of the big bike in his mind his cock shot off cum into the air, cream shining white over his velvety brown skin or sparkling like crystal drops in his curly black chest hair.
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Cum Take A Ride
He pulled up in Taksim Square, the bikes motor roaring in the enclosed area. Before he was even dismounted, he was drawing a few curious onlookers. The big red Norton 952 Commando had that effect on people. Even people who didn't realize it was a limited edition signature bike recognized it as one special machine.
Christopher pulled off his helmet and shook the worst of the sweat out of his hair, wiping his face with a towel he kept handy. As he took the towel from his face he saw the rent boy staring at him, or more likely, at the bike, a faint smile on his face.
Smiling, Christopher motioned him over. This trip of a lifetime had cost even less than he expected, once the bike and transport to the continent was paid for. He decided he could splurge some today.
The young man walked up to the bike, dignified and proud in spite of, or maybe because of, his profession. He couldn't, however, disguise the admiration in his eyes as they traveled over the sleek lines of the big bike.
"Do you speak good English? Because I gotta tell ya, my Turkish sucks." Christopher grinned depreciatingly.
"Yes, I do." The young man replied.
"Good. You want to ride?"
Zekis eyes grew wide and bright as he took a sharp breath.
"Yes, I would love to" he hesitated, "but…"
"No worry, I'll pay you. I need someone to hang out with for a day or two, show me the sights, take me to the good restaurants, help me find a good place to stay, maybe a few other things…" Christopher added, his eyes twinkling.
Zeki nodded. "Yes!"
They quickly struck a bargain, and Zeki joyfully climbed on the bike behind Christopher and directed him to a good hotel where the big machine would be safe in an indoor garage. When they arrived Christopher noticed that, just for a moment, Zeki had closed his eyes to savor the sensation and rumble of the powerful bike as he rode. Christopher appreciated the sentiment, having a great love for the beast himself.
As soon as the details of checking in were accomplished, he turned to the younger man and asked, "So, are you ready for a REAL ride now?"
Eyes glowing, Zeki nodded quickly.
They returned outside where the Norton waited, the sunlight gleaming on her chrome and sparkling off her red metalwork. They mounted, Zeki leaning into the big blond American, his arms wrapped around the man's barrel chest, his head turned to rest between his broad shoulders against the leather jacket.
Christopher rumbled them quietly through town until he found a long, straight, little traveled road, and then opened the big bike up. The 952 cc engine gave an ear splitting roar as he clicked through the gears. The wind whipped through Zeki's short hair and he was spattered with the gravel spitting up from beneath the heavy monsters tires. It hurt, but he hardly noticed, so full were his senses from the roar of the huge motor, the feeling of flying through the air at such speed, the sheer power he could feel throbbing through his body as he smelled the hot leather and body of the big man before him. Suddenly, he could hardly wait until they got back to the hotel.
************************************************** *****************************
The big machine safely tucked away below, the men stepped into the hotel room, dusty and hot, but exhilarated from their ride. Zeki fell into Christopher's arms and the big man scooped him up, and then stooped to kiss him as if drinking from a clear well after a long thirst.
Christopher went to start taking off his clothes but Zeki stopped him with a touch and bent to his knees, opening the fly of the Levis to release a huge, throbbing cock that well suited the big man it sprang from.
Zeki was not, himself, a small man, being 5'10" or so and very well muscled with the hard body of youth worn casually as they do. It was simply that Christopher was huge, blond, blue eyed, and well over 6 foot with the build of the college football player he once was.
Stopping to admire the huge dick for only a moment, Zeki leaned forward to engulf the damp pink head in his full, dark lips. Christopher took a deep breath and moaned softly. His big hands resting on Zeki's shoulders he rocked his hips to press that monster prick deeper into the young mans welcoming throat.
Zeki moaned and hummed in his throat, almost purring like the big bike. Christopher shuddered in response, his prick throbbing and swelling with passion as Zeki stroked the mighty shaft with soft lips. Running his fingers through the youths windblown hair, Christopher looked down to admire his sleek companion. Thin white linen only accentuated the young mans fine, dark skin and hinted at the musculature beneath.
Leaning down, Christopher lifted the loose shirt over Zeki's head, causing his prick to pop out of the rentboys mouth as he lifted him up and ran his wide hands over the sleek chest, causing the dark nipples to harden before Zeki leaned into him again for a deep kiss.
Christopher fumbled a moment, and then Zeki's pants were sliding loosely down his legs to pool at his feet as he kicked off his sandals. Large hands cupped his hard ass and squeezed, then lifted the young man completely off his feet.
Admiring the massive mans great strength, Zeki wrapped his legs around him, and then gasped and whimpered as Christopher lowered him onto his huge cock, painfully spreading his anus wide, filling him with hot flesh.
Christopher began pumping with his hips, grasping Zeki's tight ass in his hands, using the huge muscles of his arms to support the Turk as his pale cock pounded into that tight, dark meat.
Zeki clung with arms and legs to the big man as the massive shaft invaded his ass. Riding the big man, he imagined he was still riding the big bike, the sensation of power trapped between his legs, he gripped the big man tighter as his own prick grew hard in response, rubbing up and down on the hard leather jacket.
Breathing hard, Christopher finally carried Zeki the few steps to the bed and lay the young man back on it as he stood at the end, his big pale hands gripping the warm brown hips, ramming his thick prick into that dark hole, blond pubes glistening with moisture where they peeked from jeans and leather chaps.
Zeki spread his legs, the easier to take the huge load being pounded into his ass and arched his back against the big American, before grabbing his own throbbing dark prick and beginning to stroke frantically.
His ass muscles convulsed and squeezed the huge dick hard and Christopher cried out as he began dumping a monster load of cum deep inside that tight Turkish ass. Feeling the hot cum pouring into him was more than Zeki could take and still feeling the vibrations of the big bike in his mind his cock shot off cum into the air, cream shining white over his velvety brown skin or sparkling like crystal drops in his curly black chest hair.
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