ButtyBoy
04-30-2009, 08:02 AM
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Art Lovers
Dan stood beneath the scaffolding, admiring. Timur was aware of his attention, as he always was. A tight little smile graced his strong, masculine face as he worked. Pride in his work was his uppermost emotion, a love for the project he labored on under Dan's supervision. Yet an undercurrent of desire for Dan's approval also filled his heart.
If only he had known how often Dan had watched him work and been watching, not the graceful strokes of the brush, the masterful blending of color (although he certainly admired those) as much as the artist himself; his grace and economy of motion, the sureness of his hands, his complete focus on the task at hand. Dan's mind often savored all these details, and set them at a completely different task in his imagination.
Inhibited by cultural differences, and by caution made necessary in Dan's mind by the fact they worked together, Dan had never allowed himself to treat Timur as anything but another craftsman… Friendly but professional...
Timur reciprocated every respect and courtesy Dan showed him with a strong respect and admiration of his own for the big American. Yet there was no denying that from the moment they met, he had secretly hoped, dreamed of, fantasized, a quite different relationship. Dan was so different, so exotic, and at the same time, almost familiar.
With a sigh, Timur applied a last few finishing touches and rolled over, climbing down the scaffolding burdened with his materials. Dan met him at the bottom and assisted him in carrying things and putting them away with a nod and a smile.
"It is nearly done." Dan stated.
"Yes." Timur agreed. "We will let it dry tonight and I will inspect it in the morning. I would like to check the areas my students worked on today. But if all is well, we will move on to applying sealant to it in the next few days."
The men smiled with well-earned pride. The ancient 19th century Ottoman styled building had stood in Istanbul for hundreds of years, slowly deteriorating. A year ago an American hotel company had purchased it. They hired Dan, an expert construction contractor who knew hotels and restoration and sent him to Istanbul to restore and convert the building into a small, exclusive hotel that would save this bit of historic architecture even as it was modernized.
On arriving in Istanbul, Dan contacted the Mimar Sinan Fine Arts University in search of an expert on the art and architecture of the period. They referred him to one of their under professors, Timurhan Aydinlisoy. Timur was so enthused about the project that he took a leave of absence and arranged for half a dozen of his best students to help.
Many months later, the two men stood beneath the restored ceiling mural and admired it. There was much work yet to be done - but Timur's direct involvement would be less critical as the work moved into mundane areas such as new carpets.
Dan turned to the Turkish intellectual and put a big hand on his shoulder.
"I'd like to buy you a drink, Timur. Let's go celebrate."
Timur smiled and agreed. When Dan suggested a particular bar and restaurant, his heart thudded in his chest. It was a place he was familiar with… A place where the clientele was almost exclusively gay and bisexual men... A brief wave of doubt flooded through him. Did the American know of this place? Was he mistaken, or were some of his fondest and least expected hopes about to come true?
Noticing Timur's hesitation, Dan felt a sudden surge of doubt and worry. He thought, he believed, he hoped - he had seen Timur watching him a time or two, a look, a glance. All this time in Istanbul, he had kept mainly to himself. He wasn't well acquainted with much of his crew and had not wished to risk problems about it should they become aware of his sexual preferences. He wasn't even sure that he was right about Timur's interest.
"Is that a good place?" Dan asked. "I looked it up on the Internet. It sounded very interesting."
"The food is very good there. They also have a bar where you can go for drinks and music after dinner. Many men go there. I have always enjoyed it." Timur replied. He put a bit of emphasis on the word men.
And thus, an understanding was reached. Both men's smiles were wider, if a bit tentative, and the atmosphere seemed to perceptibly warm several degrees.
The bar was nearby and so they chose to walk in the warm spring evening. Timur longed to take Dan's hand. In Turkey it would not have seemed so unusual, but he was not sure if the American would be comfortable, and so he did not make the advance. They walked together, chatting casually about architecture, the building's history, how it fit into this area of Istanbul. Two craftsmen discussing their work and love while inside each of them trembled with nervous anticipation and hope.
They arrived and settled down to dinner. Dan asked Timur to order for them both and then complimented the food profusely. Under the small table it was inevitable that their knees would touch. Dan stretched out long legs and sat back. Timur felt the warmth of that big, muscular thigh beside him and without thinking reached down to stroke his hand down it. Dan smiled, his dark eyes glowing.
Dan was a very big man, even for an American. His skin was a dark olive tone and his hair black as coal, thick and straight. He wore it very long, tied back at the nape of his neck. Timur had found this very unusual for an American businessman and asked Dan about it.
"I'm Seminole Indian - Native American tribe. It is customary for us to let our hair grow long, so I do and mostly American businesses these days understand and accept it." He grinned, "Somewhere back in the far misty dawn of time, our tribes were probably related."
Timur laughed. So very different and yet familiar... Dan was well over six feet tall, and muscular. He towered over Timur, who was not such a small man himself at 5 feet 10, and very strong and husky. Timur's own black hair was cut short, and very curly. He found himself wondering what Dan looked like under his workday denim jeans and button down shirt.
"Would you like to go and listen to the music and dance?" Timur asked.
"Actually…" Dan paused, "I would like to invite you back to the hotel, to my private rooms, for another drink. If you would like that..."
"Yes. I believe I would like that very much."
As they walked back, this time, Timur reached for Dan's hand. They arrived at the dark and quiet building, hand in hand.
Timur was pleasantly surprised as Dan used his keys to open the building and unlock and activate the newly installed elevator. The upper floors were more complete. Dan had commandeered a large suite on the top floor, which had obviously been the first to be completed.
A pleasant clutter filled the living area as a computer hummed along on the desk in a far corner. Dan busied himself in the small kitchenette and soon returned with drinks. Timur was walking around the room, admiring, inspecting the changes they had made and the touches they had restored.
"Would you like to see the rest of it?" Dan asked, with a big grin as he handed Timur a drink.
"Yes, I would." Timor agreed, his own dark eyes sparkling under their thick, black brows.
"That's the first real smile I've seen on you in months." Dan stood close enough that their bodies touched, his rough hewn but handsome face inches from Timur's lips.
"Oh. I didn't want to open my mouth. Paint and ceiling dust doesn't taste very good." He chuckled.
"I hadn't thought about that." Dan nodded, closer than ever.
"Mostly…I've thought about this." His warm lips touched Timur's.
As Timur responded, Dan reached his arms around the smaller man and gently pulled him closer. His kiss grew more demanding and his tongue explored. With a sigh, Timur opened his mouth to him and ran his hands over the big man's hard shoulders, savoring the sheer size of him. Dan's hands ran over his body, finding Timur just as muscular as himself on a different scale. Compact and blocky with a fine round ass where the American was massive and rangy, rawboned and angular.
They managed to shuffle into the bedroom with their drinks. Dim light revealed a scene straight from Timor's wildest dreams. Dan reached to light a stick of incense and several candles scattered around the room while Timur just turned, watching him. A deep red velvet bedspread and window hangings reflected the golden candlelight. Plush carpeting caressed their feet as the men kicked off their shoes. Beautiful tapestries graced the walls.
"I've been thinking about you for months. Planning this night..." Dan explained.
"As have I… Please, I would like to undress you."
Dan's reply was a smile.
Timur unbuttoned Dan's shirt slowly, revealing a broad, bronze chest, its contours defined but oddly flat rather than rounded like his own. Only a few silky black hairs grew around the dark nipples and down the centerline. Beneath his shirt Dan wore a beautiful beaded necklace with bright colors and a bold pattern. Timur stopped to admire.
"My people's art" Dan smiled.
Timur found more - a brightly beaded belt and belt buckle yielded to his fingers before he was able to finally slide his hands down those infinitely long, muscular brown legs. Here, too, the hair was silky and lay flat and was very sparse. Even the pubic hair was soft and hardly more than surrounded the base of a dark, thick cock that was quickly swelling to hardness.
He stood and Dan turned his back. Timur was confused a moment, then Dan reached to the nape of his neck and he understood. Timur untied a last bit of beadwork, a ponytail holder, and held it a moment in his hands, admiring the intricate work then looked up as Dan shook his head. A silken sheet of hair rippled down his back, the tips ending barely above his shapely buttocks, brushing Timur's face with amazing softness.
Unable to resist, Timur lay his face in it, feeling Dan's muscular back warm beneath. Chuckling, Dan tossed his head around so the hair flew around them both as he turned and took Timur into his arms again.
"My turn" he said.
Timur's traditional linen shirt and pants came off easily, exposing a deep brown body, muscular and rounded, deep through the chest and wide in the shoulders, narrowing to his hips and thick, well muscled thighs. Overall, a thick coat of curled black hair carpeted his chest, belly and pubic area, slightly less on his thighs and lower legs and only lightly sprinkling his back and his full ass.
Dan growled and ran his fingers through Timur's chest hairs, tweaking hard brown nipples before running them down over his firm belly to cup his thick cock, already throbbing and damp with precum. He lowered his rugged face again for a deep, lasting kiss.
They explored each others bodies with hands and lips as they moved to the bed and stretched out together, warm flesh on warm flesh, hot cocks side by side crushed throbbing between hard bellies as they moved together, each wanting to consume the other, to lick, kiss, stroke every inch. They breathed deep the warm male musk as Dan's long hair slid beneath and over them.
Laughing, Timur learned not to lie on or pull on the black satin tresses even as he luxuriated in their soft caress over his body as Dan moved over and around him. Passion and desire, long delayed, soon over took them with desperate need. Clumsy and gentle at once... They rolled around the bed grinding their hips together… finding their rhythm.
Dan, on top finally, bending so his hair sheeted softly over Timur's belly, tickling the coarser curls there, stroking over his rigid cock as Dan stroked it lovingly. Lying side by side both dicks were much of a size and color, Dan perhaps a bit longer, Timur perhaps a little thicker, they masturbated each other, teasing and testing. Each watched the other to see what he liked. Fast, slow, squeezing hard, cupping and stroking each other's balls.
Timur lost control first, moaning as his hips began flexing and pumping of their own accord. Dan lowered his face and took that hard cock into his mouth, sucking hard and draining every drop as Timur shuddered into a huge orgasm that seemed to go on and on as he felt Dan's cock shudder in his grasp and suddenly pump hard, erupting with a load of hot sperm. Dan shouted and fell back on his hands so Timur quickly shifted to capture as much as he could in his mouth. Dan shuddered and came even more as those sweet, thick warm lips finally wrapped around his cock and drew every last drop of cum from him.
They collapsed, panting, in each other's arms. Then kissed again, sharing the good salt taste of their sperm and promising more, much more.
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Art Lovers
Dan stood beneath the scaffolding, admiring. Timur was aware of his attention, as he always was. A tight little smile graced his strong, masculine face as he worked. Pride in his work was his uppermost emotion, a love for the project he labored on under Dan's supervision. Yet an undercurrent of desire for Dan's approval also filled his heart.
If only he had known how often Dan had watched him work and been watching, not the graceful strokes of the brush, the masterful blending of color (although he certainly admired those) as much as the artist himself; his grace and economy of motion, the sureness of his hands, his complete focus on the task at hand. Dan's mind often savored all these details, and set them at a completely different task in his imagination.
Inhibited by cultural differences, and by caution made necessary in Dan's mind by the fact they worked together, Dan had never allowed himself to treat Timur as anything but another craftsman… Friendly but professional...
Timur reciprocated every respect and courtesy Dan showed him with a strong respect and admiration of his own for the big American. Yet there was no denying that from the moment they met, he had secretly hoped, dreamed of, fantasized, a quite different relationship. Dan was so different, so exotic, and at the same time, almost familiar.
With a sigh, Timur applied a last few finishing touches and rolled over, climbing down the scaffolding burdened with his materials. Dan met him at the bottom and assisted him in carrying things and putting them away with a nod and a smile.
"It is nearly done." Dan stated.
"Yes." Timur agreed. "We will let it dry tonight and I will inspect it in the morning. I would like to check the areas my students worked on today. But if all is well, we will move on to applying sealant to it in the next few days."
The men smiled with well-earned pride. The ancient 19th century Ottoman styled building had stood in Istanbul for hundreds of years, slowly deteriorating. A year ago an American hotel company had purchased it. They hired Dan, an expert construction contractor who knew hotels and restoration and sent him to Istanbul to restore and convert the building into a small, exclusive hotel that would save this bit of historic architecture even as it was modernized.
On arriving in Istanbul, Dan contacted the Mimar Sinan Fine Arts University in search of an expert on the art and architecture of the period. They referred him to one of their under professors, Timurhan Aydinlisoy. Timur was so enthused about the project that he took a leave of absence and arranged for half a dozen of his best students to help.
Many months later, the two men stood beneath the restored ceiling mural and admired it. There was much work yet to be done - but Timur's direct involvement would be less critical as the work moved into mundane areas such as new carpets.
Dan turned to the Turkish intellectual and put a big hand on his shoulder.
"I'd like to buy you a drink, Timur. Let's go celebrate."
Timur smiled and agreed. When Dan suggested a particular bar and restaurant, his heart thudded in his chest. It was a place he was familiar with… A place where the clientele was almost exclusively gay and bisexual men... A brief wave of doubt flooded through him. Did the American know of this place? Was he mistaken, or were some of his fondest and least expected hopes about to come true?
Noticing Timur's hesitation, Dan felt a sudden surge of doubt and worry. He thought, he believed, he hoped - he had seen Timur watching him a time or two, a look, a glance. All this time in Istanbul, he had kept mainly to himself. He wasn't well acquainted with much of his crew and had not wished to risk problems about it should they become aware of his sexual preferences. He wasn't even sure that he was right about Timur's interest.
"Is that a good place?" Dan asked. "I looked it up on the Internet. It sounded very interesting."
"The food is very good there. They also have a bar where you can go for drinks and music after dinner. Many men go there. I have always enjoyed it." Timur replied. He put a bit of emphasis on the word men.
And thus, an understanding was reached. Both men's smiles were wider, if a bit tentative, and the atmosphere seemed to perceptibly warm several degrees.
The bar was nearby and so they chose to walk in the warm spring evening. Timur longed to take Dan's hand. In Turkey it would not have seemed so unusual, but he was not sure if the American would be comfortable, and so he did not make the advance. They walked together, chatting casually about architecture, the building's history, how it fit into this area of Istanbul. Two craftsmen discussing their work and love while inside each of them trembled with nervous anticipation and hope.
They arrived and settled down to dinner. Dan asked Timur to order for them both and then complimented the food profusely. Under the small table it was inevitable that their knees would touch. Dan stretched out long legs and sat back. Timur felt the warmth of that big, muscular thigh beside him and without thinking reached down to stroke his hand down it. Dan smiled, his dark eyes glowing.
Dan was a very big man, even for an American. His skin was a dark olive tone and his hair black as coal, thick and straight. He wore it very long, tied back at the nape of his neck. Timur had found this very unusual for an American businessman and asked Dan about it.
"I'm Seminole Indian - Native American tribe. It is customary for us to let our hair grow long, so I do and mostly American businesses these days understand and accept it." He grinned, "Somewhere back in the far misty dawn of time, our tribes were probably related."
Timur laughed. So very different and yet familiar... Dan was well over six feet tall, and muscular. He towered over Timur, who was not such a small man himself at 5 feet 10, and very strong and husky. Timur's own black hair was cut short, and very curly. He found himself wondering what Dan looked like under his workday denim jeans and button down shirt.
"Would you like to go and listen to the music and dance?" Timur asked.
"Actually…" Dan paused, "I would like to invite you back to the hotel, to my private rooms, for another drink. If you would like that..."
"Yes. I believe I would like that very much."
As they walked back, this time, Timur reached for Dan's hand. They arrived at the dark and quiet building, hand in hand.
Timur was pleasantly surprised as Dan used his keys to open the building and unlock and activate the newly installed elevator. The upper floors were more complete. Dan had commandeered a large suite on the top floor, which had obviously been the first to be completed.
A pleasant clutter filled the living area as a computer hummed along on the desk in a far corner. Dan busied himself in the small kitchenette and soon returned with drinks. Timur was walking around the room, admiring, inspecting the changes they had made and the touches they had restored.
"Would you like to see the rest of it?" Dan asked, with a big grin as he handed Timur a drink.
"Yes, I would." Timor agreed, his own dark eyes sparkling under their thick, black brows.
"That's the first real smile I've seen on you in months." Dan stood close enough that their bodies touched, his rough hewn but handsome face inches from Timur's lips.
"Oh. I didn't want to open my mouth. Paint and ceiling dust doesn't taste very good." He chuckled.
"I hadn't thought about that." Dan nodded, closer than ever.
"Mostly…I've thought about this." His warm lips touched Timur's.
As Timur responded, Dan reached his arms around the smaller man and gently pulled him closer. His kiss grew more demanding and his tongue explored. With a sigh, Timur opened his mouth to him and ran his hands over the big man's hard shoulders, savoring the sheer size of him. Dan's hands ran over his body, finding Timur just as muscular as himself on a different scale. Compact and blocky with a fine round ass where the American was massive and rangy, rawboned and angular.
They managed to shuffle into the bedroom with their drinks. Dim light revealed a scene straight from Timor's wildest dreams. Dan reached to light a stick of incense and several candles scattered around the room while Timur just turned, watching him. A deep red velvet bedspread and window hangings reflected the golden candlelight. Plush carpeting caressed their feet as the men kicked off their shoes. Beautiful tapestries graced the walls.
"I've been thinking about you for months. Planning this night..." Dan explained.
"As have I… Please, I would like to undress you."
Dan's reply was a smile.
Timur unbuttoned Dan's shirt slowly, revealing a broad, bronze chest, its contours defined but oddly flat rather than rounded like his own. Only a few silky black hairs grew around the dark nipples and down the centerline. Beneath his shirt Dan wore a beautiful beaded necklace with bright colors and a bold pattern. Timur stopped to admire.
"My people's art" Dan smiled.
Timur found more - a brightly beaded belt and belt buckle yielded to his fingers before he was able to finally slide his hands down those infinitely long, muscular brown legs. Here, too, the hair was silky and lay flat and was very sparse. Even the pubic hair was soft and hardly more than surrounded the base of a dark, thick cock that was quickly swelling to hardness.
He stood and Dan turned his back. Timur was confused a moment, then Dan reached to the nape of his neck and he understood. Timur untied a last bit of beadwork, a ponytail holder, and held it a moment in his hands, admiring the intricate work then looked up as Dan shook his head. A silken sheet of hair rippled down his back, the tips ending barely above his shapely buttocks, brushing Timur's face with amazing softness.
Unable to resist, Timur lay his face in it, feeling Dan's muscular back warm beneath. Chuckling, Dan tossed his head around so the hair flew around them both as he turned and took Timur into his arms again.
"My turn" he said.
Timur's traditional linen shirt and pants came off easily, exposing a deep brown body, muscular and rounded, deep through the chest and wide in the shoulders, narrowing to his hips and thick, well muscled thighs. Overall, a thick coat of curled black hair carpeted his chest, belly and pubic area, slightly less on his thighs and lower legs and only lightly sprinkling his back and his full ass.
Dan growled and ran his fingers through Timur's chest hairs, tweaking hard brown nipples before running them down over his firm belly to cup his thick cock, already throbbing and damp with precum. He lowered his rugged face again for a deep, lasting kiss.
They explored each others bodies with hands and lips as they moved to the bed and stretched out together, warm flesh on warm flesh, hot cocks side by side crushed throbbing between hard bellies as they moved together, each wanting to consume the other, to lick, kiss, stroke every inch. They breathed deep the warm male musk as Dan's long hair slid beneath and over them.
Laughing, Timur learned not to lie on or pull on the black satin tresses even as he luxuriated in their soft caress over his body as Dan moved over and around him. Passion and desire, long delayed, soon over took them with desperate need. Clumsy and gentle at once... They rolled around the bed grinding their hips together… finding their rhythm.
Dan, on top finally, bending so his hair sheeted softly over Timur's belly, tickling the coarser curls there, stroking over his rigid cock as Dan stroked it lovingly. Lying side by side both dicks were much of a size and color, Dan perhaps a bit longer, Timur perhaps a little thicker, they masturbated each other, teasing and testing. Each watched the other to see what he liked. Fast, slow, squeezing hard, cupping and stroking each other's balls.
Timur lost control first, moaning as his hips began flexing and pumping of their own accord. Dan lowered his face and took that hard cock into his mouth, sucking hard and draining every drop as Timur shuddered into a huge orgasm that seemed to go on and on as he felt Dan's cock shudder in his grasp and suddenly pump hard, erupting with a load of hot sperm. Dan shouted and fell back on his hands so Timur quickly shifted to capture as much as he could in his mouth. Dan shuddered and came even more as those sweet, thick warm lips finally wrapped around his cock and drew every last drop of cum from him.
They collapsed, panting, in each other's arms. Then kissed again, sharing the good salt taste of their sperm and promising more, much more.
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