ButtyBoy
04-30-2009, 08:05 AM
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Away From Taksim Square
The streets were quiet in this section of the city, away from the bright neon lights and noise around Taksim Square.
Derek had gone out with the Americans he came with last night, to some of the well-advertised and fantastic discos, but had found it disappointing. He complained that except for the gorgeous, exotic Turkish men and some of the music, it could have been any disco stateside. His friends accused him of "terminal cool" and cynicism, but that was just how he felt.
So while they ate at Burger King today, he hooked up his laptop at the hotel and surfed the Turkish gay tourism sites until he found another club listed, one said to be more traditional. More dangerous too, perhaps… But, Derek thought, there is no gain without risk.
As evening fell his friends gathered and headed for the lights. Derek consulted a map and melted into the shadows.
A door opened ahead. Music and light briefly poured into the street, like golden ale. Shadows shifted and walked away. The door shut, cutting off the glimpse of promise. Derek knew he was on the scent.
He approached the door, and pulled it open. The mellow golden light washed over him with the strains of some exotic musical instrument. As he stepped inside he was enveloped in the scents of incense and spices he could not identify. He paused to get his bearings.
Dark faces turned towards him, suspicious. Black eyes narrowed over high cheekbones, and full sensuous lips thinned in disapproval. Some of the men turned away, pointedly turning their backs on the foreigner. Others swept calculating eyes over his clothing, his watch, estimating his value.
Derek took a deep breath. He knew this was a risk. That was exactly why he did it. A shot of adrenaline raised his heartbeat, even as he wore a mask of cool indifference. His prick stirred, interested, stimulated by the nearness of both possible gratification, and possible danger.
A man nodded to his companions, then stepped away from his group and approached Derek.
"I am Berk," he introduced himself....
"You are American?"
"Yes" Derek replied
He nodded. "Do you speak any Turkish?"
"I do not" the American shook his head, regretfully. "Yes, I thought that might be so."
He was unfailingly polite, yet the strong bones of his face, the set of his jaw and his direct gaze marked him as a man of power and intelligence. Not in the least subservient, but willing to be of service to a stranger.
"I attended school in America" he confided.
"My English is acceptable?"
"Your English is excellent." Derek finally smiled.
Berk nodded, little more than a lowering and lifting of the eyelids, in acknowledgement. It drew Derek's attention to those dark, penetrating eyes. His own warmed in reply. His cock started to swell in anticipation. More than language had just been agreed upon in the exchange.
Berk took them to a table and ordered a drink and, after consultation, also dinner for them both. They chatted briefly, finding they had some commonalities, even though Berk had attended college "Back East" and Derek was from "Out West".
Both of them were well travelled, and preferred the less tourist oriented pleasures.
With pleasure, Berk offered to be Derek's guide for the rest of his vacation. The American was happy to accept and they agreed on a fee, which might seem high for a guide. But then Berk was no mere tour guide.
"I must make some arrangements" Berk excused himself and returned to the group of men he had been with when Derek entered. Heads were put together for discussion. A younger man looked at Derek over his shoulder with a glare of undisguised hatred for the rich American. Derek felt as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown over his entire body. His hair stood on end, even as his dick trembled with excitement. For all he knew they were plotting to rob him the moment he left the bar. His heart thundered, even as he maintained his poker face. He would show no fear.
Berk returned, smiling reassuringly.
"All is well. I will walk with you to your hotel now. You are not as safe in this part of Istanbul as you might be elsewhere."
Derek wondered if that statement might have more meaning than it seemed. Nodding casually, he stood and they stepped out into the dark street together. Casually, Berk let his arm drape over Derek's shoulder and Derek moved closer, feeling hard, ridged muscle beneath the loose, soft cotton shirt. The sort of muscle that came from living rather than from a gym... He wondered if he were safer with Berk, or in terrible danger. The thoughts excited him.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, Derek was reassured, yet no less excited. He led Berk to his room. The moment they were safely within the door, the Turk drew him close, holding him hard in strong arms against his muscular chest and narrow waist. He was slightly taller and his dark eyes smiled down into the smaller man's cat green eyes.
Relieved, yet still charged with the adrenaline he had been pumping since he left the hotel, Derek returned the embrace and lifted his face, anticipating.
Berk's lips came down on his, burning like fire with restrained passion finally set free. They stripped each other so swiftly there were sounds of cloth tearing as they whirled across the room to fall on the huge bed.
They wrestled, Derek moaning and Berk making a growling noise in his throat as he bit into the sweet tender pale flesh of the American. Derek struggled to regain the upper hand but was irresistibly overpowered by the heavier and stronger Turk, his kisses and bites burning like tiny flames lit down Derek's body until the heat surrounded and consumed his raging hard on.
The American cried out with pleasure as Berk wrapped thick lips around his swollen and throbbing shaft, plunging its sensitive head into an ocean of heat and wetness, thick talented tongue stroking it to unbearable pleasure. Arching, his hands buried in the black curly hair, Derek strained but lost the battle and came, pouring hot semen into the Turks mouth.
Still panting and nearly faint with mingled relief and satisfaction, Derek rolled over and raised himself on elbows and knees, exposing his pale ass to the Turks massive thick hard on. Berk took the invitation, plunging his powerful cock deep inside the American as Derek gasped in pleasure and pain as all the tension of the evening was released.
He relaxed and spread his legs, welcoming the plunging stallion into his ass, feeling his butt hole stretched and filled with heat and passion until his own cock responded yet again, teasing him with a half hard on until Berk reached beneath and found it with his own hard, calloused hand. Derek's dick responded with a surge of blood and instantly filled to rock hardness. Berk grunted with pleasure, and squeezed hard. Derek whimpered, his cock trapped, his ass filled to bursting with pounding cock.
Berk came with a great surge, filling Derek with molten hot cum as he slammed his dick deep into the Americans tight ass. Derek muffled a scream in the pillows even as he rocked back against the heavier man, jerking his hips to fuck the hand that was crushing his dick, the last tiny bit of friction he needed to soak the bedcovers with his second load of hot cum before he collapsed, trembling, soaked in salt liquids, sweat and semen mixed slick beneath him.
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Away From Taksim Square
The streets were quiet in this section of the city, away from the bright neon lights and noise around Taksim Square.
Derek had gone out with the Americans he came with last night, to some of the well-advertised and fantastic discos, but had found it disappointing. He complained that except for the gorgeous, exotic Turkish men and some of the music, it could have been any disco stateside. His friends accused him of "terminal cool" and cynicism, but that was just how he felt.
So while they ate at Burger King today, he hooked up his laptop at the hotel and surfed the Turkish gay tourism sites until he found another club listed, one said to be more traditional. More dangerous too, perhaps… But, Derek thought, there is no gain without risk.
As evening fell his friends gathered and headed for the lights. Derek consulted a map and melted into the shadows.
A door opened ahead. Music and light briefly poured into the street, like golden ale. Shadows shifted and walked away. The door shut, cutting off the glimpse of promise. Derek knew he was on the scent.
He approached the door, and pulled it open. The mellow golden light washed over him with the strains of some exotic musical instrument. As he stepped inside he was enveloped in the scents of incense and spices he could not identify. He paused to get his bearings.
Dark faces turned towards him, suspicious. Black eyes narrowed over high cheekbones, and full sensuous lips thinned in disapproval. Some of the men turned away, pointedly turning their backs on the foreigner. Others swept calculating eyes over his clothing, his watch, estimating his value.
Derek took a deep breath. He knew this was a risk. That was exactly why he did it. A shot of adrenaline raised his heartbeat, even as he wore a mask of cool indifference. His prick stirred, interested, stimulated by the nearness of both possible gratification, and possible danger.
A man nodded to his companions, then stepped away from his group and approached Derek.
"I am Berk," he introduced himself....
"You are American?"
"Yes" Derek replied
He nodded. "Do you speak any Turkish?"
"I do not" the American shook his head, regretfully. "Yes, I thought that might be so."
He was unfailingly polite, yet the strong bones of his face, the set of his jaw and his direct gaze marked him as a man of power and intelligence. Not in the least subservient, but willing to be of service to a stranger.
"I attended school in America" he confided.
"My English is acceptable?"
"Your English is excellent." Derek finally smiled.
Berk nodded, little more than a lowering and lifting of the eyelids, in acknowledgement. It drew Derek's attention to those dark, penetrating eyes. His own warmed in reply. His cock started to swell in anticipation. More than language had just been agreed upon in the exchange.
Berk took them to a table and ordered a drink and, after consultation, also dinner for them both. They chatted briefly, finding they had some commonalities, even though Berk had attended college "Back East" and Derek was from "Out West".
Both of them were well travelled, and preferred the less tourist oriented pleasures.
With pleasure, Berk offered to be Derek's guide for the rest of his vacation. The American was happy to accept and they agreed on a fee, which might seem high for a guide. But then Berk was no mere tour guide.
"I must make some arrangements" Berk excused himself and returned to the group of men he had been with when Derek entered. Heads were put together for discussion. A younger man looked at Derek over his shoulder with a glare of undisguised hatred for the rich American. Derek felt as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown over his entire body. His hair stood on end, even as his dick trembled with excitement. For all he knew they were plotting to rob him the moment he left the bar. His heart thundered, even as he maintained his poker face. He would show no fear.
Berk returned, smiling reassuringly.
"All is well. I will walk with you to your hotel now. You are not as safe in this part of Istanbul as you might be elsewhere."
Derek wondered if that statement might have more meaning than it seemed. Nodding casually, he stood and they stepped out into the dark street together. Casually, Berk let his arm drape over Derek's shoulder and Derek moved closer, feeling hard, ridged muscle beneath the loose, soft cotton shirt. The sort of muscle that came from living rather than from a gym... He wondered if he were safer with Berk, or in terrible danger. The thoughts excited him.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, Derek was reassured, yet no less excited. He led Berk to his room. The moment they were safely within the door, the Turk drew him close, holding him hard in strong arms against his muscular chest and narrow waist. He was slightly taller and his dark eyes smiled down into the smaller man's cat green eyes.
Relieved, yet still charged with the adrenaline he had been pumping since he left the hotel, Derek returned the embrace and lifted his face, anticipating.
Berk's lips came down on his, burning like fire with restrained passion finally set free. They stripped each other so swiftly there were sounds of cloth tearing as they whirled across the room to fall on the huge bed.
They wrestled, Derek moaning and Berk making a growling noise in his throat as he bit into the sweet tender pale flesh of the American. Derek struggled to regain the upper hand but was irresistibly overpowered by the heavier and stronger Turk, his kisses and bites burning like tiny flames lit down Derek's body until the heat surrounded and consumed his raging hard on.
The American cried out with pleasure as Berk wrapped thick lips around his swollen and throbbing shaft, plunging its sensitive head into an ocean of heat and wetness, thick talented tongue stroking it to unbearable pleasure. Arching, his hands buried in the black curly hair, Derek strained but lost the battle and came, pouring hot semen into the Turks mouth.
Still panting and nearly faint with mingled relief and satisfaction, Derek rolled over and raised himself on elbows and knees, exposing his pale ass to the Turks massive thick hard on. Berk took the invitation, plunging his powerful cock deep inside the American as Derek gasped in pleasure and pain as all the tension of the evening was released.
He relaxed and spread his legs, welcoming the plunging stallion into his ass, feeling his butt hole stretched and filled with heat and passion until his own cock responded yet again, teasing him with a half hard on until Berk reached beneath and found it with his own hard, calloused hand. Derek's dick responded with a surge of blood and instantly filled to rock hardness. Berk grunted with pleasure, and squeezed hard. Derek whimpered, his cock trapped, his ass filled to bursting with pounding cock.
Berk came with a great surge, filling Derek with molten hot cum as he slammed his dick deep into the Americans tight ass. Derek muffled a scream in the pillows even as he rocked back against the heavier man, jerking his hips to fuck the hand that was crushing his dick, the last tiny bit of friction he needed to soak the bedcovers with his second load of hot cum before he collapsed, trembling, soaked in salt liquids, sweat and semen mixed slick beneath him.
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