bashfulgene
10-27-2008, 11:51 PM
It was early in the summer and I had been traveling through Turkey for about 2 months and had only a couple of weeks left on my trip when I arrived in Edirne. I traveled to Edirne because of the history, but I found much, much more; it seems that I arrived just in time for the annual Kirkpinar tournament.
The hotel clerk informed me of the event and it sounded a bit interesting. I had seen so many attractive men during my trip that I could only imagine the men that participate in Yağh güreş (the Turkish National Sport commonly known as oil wrestling).
I went to the event and found more than 1,000 wrestlers (pehlivan) dressed in the traditional kisbet (hand-stitched leather lederhosen), most were shirtless and ready to wrestle in the centuries old event to determine who was to be paēa kazık.
The masculine men and their show of strength and cunning immediately enthralled me. I watched for over 4 hours and cheered for many competitors and worked my way to the pitch to get a closer look.
I was able to get some great camera shots of the various wrestlers and while unintended, I developed an erection.
I tried to disguise my arousal, but was not very successful since both hands were occupied with the camera and camera bag.
While I was standing there taking pictures an incredibly attractive man approached. It was obvious that he had just finished his match because of the sweat and grass stains. The young man introduced himself as Kāsim and asks me if I was a reporter. I told him that I was not a reporter, just a tourist. I looked more closed and found Kāsim to be an extremely attractive man in his early 20s with an exceptional body. My already hard dick throbbed a bit looking at Kāsim and his beautiful smile and hard body.
Kāsim didnt waste a minute since he had already noticed my erectile state. He reached out and groped my crotch, smiling all the while. I was taken aback, however I had the presence of mind to respond with a grope of my own.
Kāsim took my hand and led me to an area of the field where the pehlivan (contestants) dress out. Once we were behind closed doors Kāsim was ruthless. He immediately grabbed me by the waist and wrestled me to the ground where he held me and moved his hips up to my face and rubbed his leather-covered crotch across my lips. I bit and chewed at the bulging leather hoping to free the malafa encased within.
Kāsim untied the rope belt holding the leather pants to his waist and pushed them off his hips to reveal his magnificent malafa! I was in heaven! I held the shaft in my hand and pealed back the foreskin to reveal the head. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around before taking the entire shaft down my throat. Kāsim began to fuck my mouth while holding my arms at my side. Several times I thought I might choke to death, because of Kāsims aggressive and forceful plunges into my throat. Kāsim continued to fuck my mouth until he reached climax, flooding my mouth with salty/sweet jism.
After Kāsims orgasm I continued to suckle on his malafa until he was again fully erect. While not completely fluent in Turkish, I was able to communicate that I wanted his malafa in my ass. I think Kāsim was surprised, but more than willing to accommodate my request.
Kāsim released my arms and legs and pulled my pants and underwear off with a single powerful pull. He took some of my copious precum and used it to lubricate my ass and with little regard for my comfort, pressed his malafa into my willing ass.
Kāsim began to pump into my ass without mercy and I ran my hands over his oiled body feeling the rippling muscles of his chest, back and stomach.
As Kāsim continued to pump his malafa in and out of my ass I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed back enjoying each and every thrust.
Kāsim was pounding relentlessly and I could no longer hold my orgasm and as my ass muscles contracted with my orgasm, Kāsim let out a moan and filled my ass with his seed. Surprisingly, Kāsim bent down and kissed me deep and passionately as his orgasm subsided.
Kāsim and I gathered ourselves and went back out to the pitch to watch the remaining matches.
It turned out that Kāsim lived in the city so he and I spend the remainder of my holiday together. I will always have a place in my heart for Kāsim and other hot Turkish athletes.
The hotel clerk informed me of the event and it sounded a bit interesting. I had seen so many attractive men during my trip that I could only imagine the men that participate in Yağh güreş (the Turkish National Sport commonly known as oil wrestling).
I went to the event and found more than 1,000 wrestlers (pehlivan) dressed in the traditional kisbet (hand-stitched leather lederhosen), most were shirtless and ready to wrestle in the centuries old event to determine who was to be paēa kazık.
The masculine men and their show of strength and cunning immediately enthralled me. I watched for over 4 hours and cheered for many competitors and worked my way to the pitch to get a closer look.
I was able to get some great camera shots of the various wrestlers and while unintended, I developed an erection.
I tried to disguise my arousal, but was not very successful since both hands were occupied with the camera and camera bag.
While I was standing there taking pictures an incredibly attractive man approached. It was obvious that he had just finished his match because of the sweat and grass stains. The young man introduced himself as Kāsim and asks me if I was a reporter. I told him that I was not a reporter, just a tourist. I looked more closed and found Kāsim to be an extremely attractive man in his early 20s with an exceptional body. My already hard dick throbbed a bit looking at Kāsim and his beautiful smile and hard body.
Kāsim didnt waste a minute since he had already noticed my erectile state. He reached out and groped my crotch, smiling all the while. I was taken aback, however I had the presence of mind to respond with a grope of my own.
Kāsim took my hand and led me to an area of the field where the pehlivan (contestants) dress out. Once we were behind closed doors Kāsim was ruthless. He immediately grabbed me by the waist and wrestled me to the ground where he held me and moved his hips up to my face and rubbed his leather-covered crotch across my lips. I bit and chewed at the bulging leather hoping to free the malafa encased within.
Kāsim untied the rope belt holding the leather pants to his waist and pushed them off his hips to reveal his magnificent malafa! I was in heaven! I held the shaft in my hand and pealed back the foreskin to reveal the head. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around before taking the entire shaft down my throat. Kāsim began to fuck my mouth while holding my arms at my side. Several times I thought I might choke to death, because of Kāsims aggressive and forceful plunges into my throat. Kāsim continued to fuck my mouth until he reached climax, flooding my mouth with salty/sweet jism.
After Kāsims orgasm I continued to suckle on his malafa until he was again fully erect. While not completely fluent in Turkish, I was able to communicate that I wanted his malafa in my ass. I think Kāsim was surprised, but more than willing to accommodate my request.
Kāsim released my arms and legs and pulled my pants and underwear off with a single powerful pull. He took some of my copious precum and used it to lubricate my ass and with little regard for my comfort, pressed his malafa into my willing ass.
Kāsim began to pump into my ass without mercy and I ran my hands over his oiled body feeling the rippling muscles of his chest, back and stomach.
As Kāsim continued to pump his malafa in and out of my ass I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed back enjoying each and every thrust.
Kāsim was pounding relentlessly and I could no longer hold my orgasm and as my ass muscles contracted with my orgasm, Kāsim let out a moan and filled my ass with his seed. Surprisingly, Kāsim bent down and kissed me deep and passionately as his orgasm subsided.
Kāsim and I gathered ourselves and went back out to the pitch to watch the remaining matches.
It turned out that Kāsim lived in the city so he and I spend the remainder of my holiday together. I will always have a place in my heart for Kāsim and other hot Turkish athletes.