ButtyBoy
05-04-2009, 09:38 PM
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Full Moon
Ricky stared at the full moon. Standing on the hotel balcony, the air bringing him the scent of Istanbul. Exotic spices, incense, all the scents of a strange world were carried to him, but the moon was a familiar old friend. He smiled. The night was his.
He stepped inside. Carefully he dressed. He wished to appear handsome, sophisticated, sexy, of course. But not so wealthy as to be a target for those who desired only money. He didn't mind sharing his American dollars, but he was not so richly supplied with them that he could throw them away and didn't wish to appear so.
Smiling into the mirror, he thought he had managed the right look. His soft, light pale linen suit was right for the balmy summer night and fit him well thanks to a bit of custom tailoring, tucking the waist, padding the shoulders a little, accentuating his slender but athletic body. The creamy silk shirt beneath with its open collar showed just enough skin and accented his Mediterranean vacation tan.
Pleased, he stepped out into the night.
He decided to walk the short distance to the club. Smiling he noted Burger King and MacDonald's in Taksim Square and shook his head. Well, guess it just means Istanbul is on the map. He supposed it would be considered exotic eating here, but he would prefer someplace a bit more traditional. That is…Turkish food. He could have stayed home to eat at MacDonald's!
As far as he knew, there was no place like the disco he was headed to anywhere at home. Maybe not anywhere else on earth. The Douche Bar was an open-air disco over the Bosporus Sea. He could hardly wait to see it.
He was not disappointed. The music was good, a mixture of disco and techno music from all over the world, including some Turkish performers such as Sezen Akzu and Tarkan. He made a note to himself to be sure and try to buy some CDs before he left.
The full moon shone its light down on the crowd. Clothes from all traditions and colors adorned men of every beautiful variety from the dark, magnetic and masculine Turkish nationals, to the flashy peacocks of Euro trash and everything in between. Ricky felt as if he had fallen into a treasure chest, one jewel among many, mixed together in pleasant camaraderie.
For a while he just sat at the bar, nursing a drink and watching the scene with pleasure. Gradually he became aware that someone was watching him.
Ricky looked over at the young Turkish man. Very masculine, and yet very beautiful with his dark wavy hair, long black lashes over black eyes, and dark skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. His sports shirt clung tightly to a muscular chest and his light summer slacks while appearing modest enough, left no doubt that he was all man.
Ricky smiled at him. The young man smiled in return and approached the bar.
"Is this seat taken" he asked, in barely accented English.
Ricky was pleasantly surprised.
His green eyes smiling invitation, he answered, "No, please, join me."
They exchanged pleasantries, discussed Ricky's trip so far, and a bit about life in Istanbul. When Ricky asked about a nice restaurant for dinner, Azize offered to take him to one owned by a family member on the following day. Ricky accepted the invitation with joy leaping in his heart. With any luck - they could leave from his hotel room after a nice, long day soaking in lust.
Azize smiled, his eyes sparkling as he clearly read Ricky's mind. Wordlessly he stood and held out a hand.
They walked hand in hand back to Ricky's hotel, the full moon shining down on them as if in blessing.
Ricky opened the door to his room and Azize stepped in as if it were his own. Walking to the window he opened the curtains to allow the full moon to stream in. Ricky decided no lights were called for.
For a moment he just stood and admired Azize strong silhouette as the moon outlined his figure in the window. When he could resist no longer, Ricky walked up behind the Turkish man and put his arms around him from behind, tucking his nose into Azize neck and fitting his crotch against Azize's fine, hard ass.
Azize sighed and leaned back into him. He moaned softly as Ricky began nibbling lightly at his neck and ears. In the loose slacks his hardness quickly became evident and Ricky's hands began to wander Azize body, cupping his balls through the trousers and lightly stroking over the length of his cock.
With a deep sigh, Azize unfastened his pants and allowed them to fall to his ankles, freeing a large, dark prick, now throbbing with passion. Ricky moaned and rubbed his hard dick against Azize ass as he caressed his balls and hard cock, rubbing a thumb lightly over the head until Azize gasped and flexed his hips to thrust into Ricky's hand, tightening his hard ass muscles. Ricky's breath caught in his throat.
Ricky spared a hand for a moment to drop his pants without ever moving away from Azize hard body. His throbbing dick leapt free to rub against that taut brown butt, sliding up and down the crack as Azize flexed his muscles against it. Rick continued to stroke the thick dark prick in his hand, rubbing his dick against that fine ass at the same time.
Their breath began coming faster and faster as they rubbed themselves together and Rick stroked Azize hard cock. Carefully, Azize took a step to the side, Rick moving with him, so he could put his hands against the wall and bend over a little, offering that beautiful butt.
The moonlight spilled over perfect curves, drawing a sigh from Rick as he gazed on its beauty. He bent down on his knees and kissed that perfect butt, licking his way up the crack and deftly stroking the dark hole with his tongue.
Azize cried out softly and rocked himself back into Ricks face. Ricks hands stopped stroking their way over Azizes tight ass. One slid around to Azize big dick and resumed its slow, sensuous stroking, while the other fell to his own lap and grasped his hot cock. Rocking, Rick managed to rim Azize tight asshole while stroking both cocks but soon their combined movement and passion made it nearly impossible for him to keep up.
He stood and stepped away. Before Azize could raise his head to question him he had returned, his hard dick safely tucked into a condom and a tub of anal lube in one hand. Quickly he applied the lube to his prick, then slowly and more sensuously he spread lube around Azize tight little asshole, carefully working first one, then two, then three fingers inside of the handsome young man.
Azize gasped at the invasion, but slowly relaxed. Spreading his legs to take more, he moaned softly then reached between his own legs to grasp Rickys cock. He made it clear he was ready for more than a few fingers, and Ricky readily complied, his prick trembling with anticipation.
A moment of fumbling, then both men cried out with relief and increased pleasure as Rick slid inside of Azize slick and ready ass. Azize leaned forward to put his shoulder against the wall.
Rick began thrusting inside of him, first slowly and cautiously, then as passion began to overtake him, more demandingly. His hands curled around Azize hips and pulled him against his heavy thrusts. Azize used his free hands now to stroke his own dick, squeezing his balls, then reaching to squeeze Ricks as well, drawing a gasp of surprise, then deep moan from the American as the pressure brought him to climax.
Crying out Rick gave three hard, deep thrusts and released his load. Azize stroked his dick frantically, the sounds and feeling of Ricks orgasm building him to his own until suddenly hot cum splashed the wall, shining in the moonlight as Azize softly moaned and pumped into his own hand, his ass still full and aching. Rick gathered him up into his arms, and in a few moments they turned and walked to the bed…
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Full Moon
Ricky stared at the full moon. Standing on the hotel balcony, the air bringing him the scent of Istanbul. Exotic spices, incense, all the scents of a strange world were carried to him, but the moon was a familiar old friend. He smiled. The night was his.
He stepped inside. Carefully he dressed. He wished to appear handsome, sophisticated, sexy, of course. But not so wealthy as to be a target for those who desired only money. He didn't mind sharing his American dollars, but he was not so richly supplied with them that he could throw them away and didn't wish to appear so.
Smiling into the mirror, he thought he had managed the right look. His soft, light pale linen suit was right for the balmy summer night and fit him well thanks to a bit of custom tailoring, tucking the waist, padding the shoulders a little, accentuating his slender but athletic body. The creamy silk shirt beneath with its open collar showed just enough skin and accented his Mediterranean vacation tan.
Pleased, he stepped out into the night.
He decided to walk the short distance to the club. Smiling he noted Burger King and MacDonald's in Taksim Square and shook his head. Well, guess it just means Istanbul is on the map. He supposed it would be considered exotic eating here, but he would prefer someplace a bit more traditional. That is…Turkish food. He could have stayed home to eat at MacDonald's!
As far as he knew, there was no place like the disco he was headed to anywhere at home. Maybe not anywhere else on earth. The Douche Bar was an open-air disco over the Bosporus Sea. He could hardly wait to see it.
He was not disappointed. The music was good, a mixture of disco and techno music from all over the world, including some Turkish performers such as Sezen Akzu and Tarkan. He made a note to himself to be sure and try to buy some CDs before he left.
The full moon shone its light down on the crowd. Clothes from all traditions and colors adorned men of every beautiful variety from the dark, magnetic and masculine Turkish nationals, to the flashy peacocks of Euro trash and everything in between. Ricky felt as if he had fallen into a treasure chest, one jewel among many, mixed together in pleasant camaraderie.
For a while he just sat at the bar, nursing a drink and watching the scene with pleasure. Gradually he became aware that someone was watching him.
Ricky looked over at the young Turkish man. Very masculine, and yet very beautiful with his dark wavy hair, long black lashes over black eyes, and dark skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. His sports shirt clung tightly to a muscular chest and his light summer slacks while appearing modest enough, left no doubt that he was all man.
Ricky smiled at him. The young man smiled in return and approached the bar.
"Is this seat taken" he asked, in barely accented English.
Ricky was pleasantly surprised.
His green eyes smiling invitation, he answered, "No, please, join me."
They exchanged pleasantries, discussed Ricky's trip so far, and a bit about life in Istanbul. When Ricky asked about a nice restaurant for dinner, Azize offered to take him to one owned by a family member on the following day. Ricky accepted the invitation with joy leaping in his heart. With any luck - they could leave from his hotel room after a nice, long day soaking in lust.
Azize smiled, his eyes sparkling as he clearly read Ricky's mind. Wordlessly he stood and held out a hand.
They walked hand in hand back to Ricky's hotel, the full moon shining down on them as if in blessing.
Ricky opened the door to his room and Azize stepped in as if it were his own. Walking to the window he opened the curtains to allow the full moon to stream in. Ricky decided no lights were called for.
For a moment he just stood and admired Azize strong silhouette as the moon outlined his figure in the window. When he could resist no longer, Ricky walked up behind the Turkish man and put his arms around him from behind, tucking his nose into Azize neck and fitting his crotch against Azize's fine, hard ass.
Azize sighed and leaned back into him. He moaned softly as Ricky began nibbling lightly at his neck and ears. In the loose slacks his hardness quickly became evident and Ricky's hands began to wander Azize body, cupping his balls through the trousers and lightly stroking over the length of his cock.
With a deep sigh, Azize unfastened his pants and allowed them to fall to his ankles, freeing a large, dark prick, now throbbing with passion. Ricky moaned and rubbed his hard dick against Azize ass as he caressed his balls and hard cock, rubbing a thumb lightly over the head until Azize gasped and flexed his hips to thrust into Ricky's hand, tightening his hard ass muscles. Ricky's breath caught in his throat.
Ricky spared a hand for a moment to drop his pants without ever moving away from Azize hard body. His throbbing dick leapt free to rub against that taut brown butt, sliding up and down the crack as Azize flexed his muscles against it. Rick continued to stroke the thick dark prick in his hand, rubbing his dick against that fine ass at the same time.
Their breath began coming faster and faster as they rubbed themselves together and Rick stroked Azize hard cock. Carefully, Azize took a step to the side, Rick moving with him, so he could put his hands against the wall and bend over a little, offering that beautiful butt.
The moonlight spilled over perfect curves, drawing a sigh from Rick as he gazed on its beauty. He bent down on his knees and kissed that perfect butt, licking his way up the crack and deftly stroking the dark hole with his tongue.
Azize cried out softly and rocked himself back into Ricks face. Ricks hands stopped stroking their way over Azizes tight ass. One slid around to Azize big dick and resumed its slow, sensuous stroking, while the other fell to his own lap and grasped his hot cock. Rocking, Rick managed to rim Azize tight asshole while stroking both cocks but soon their combined movement and passion made it nearly impossible for him to keep up.
He stood and stepped away. Before Azize could raise his head to question him he had returned, his hard dick safely tucked into a condom and a tub of anal lube in one hand. Quickly he applied the lube to his prick, then slowly and more sensuously he spread lube around Azize tight little asshole, carefully working first one, then two, then three fingers inside of the handsome young man.
Azize gasped at the invasion, but slowly relaxed. Spreading his legs to take more, he moaned softly then reached between his own legs to grasp Rickys cock. He made it clear he was ready for more than a few fingers, and Ricky readily complied, his prick trembling with anticipation.
A moment of fumbling, then both men cried out with relief and increased pleasure as Rick slid inside of Azize slick and ready ass. Azize leaned forward to put his shoulder against the wall.
Rick began thrusting inside of him, first slowly and cautiously, then as passion began to overtake him, more demandingly. His hands curled around Azize hips and pulled him against his heavy thrusts. Azize used his free hands now to stroke his own dick, squeezing his balls, then reaching to squeeze Ricks as well, drawing a gasp of surprise, then deep moan from the American as the pressure brought him to climax.
Crying out Rick gave three hard, deep thrusts and released his load. Azize stroked his dick frantically, the sounds and feeling of Ricks orgasm building him to his own until suddenly hot cum splashed the wall, shining in the moonlight as Azize softly moaned and pumped into his own hand, his ass still full and aching. Rick gathered him up into his arms, and in a few moments they turned and walked to the bed…
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