ButtyBoy
05-14-2009, 09:40 AM
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Hamam Holiday
Zeren had promised himself this day for many months. His business was very demanding and he had recently made a fantastic deal with some European businessmen that he was sure was going to make him a wealthy man. And yet their European manners had grated on his nerves until he was sure he would explode from the accumulation of minor irritations.
And so he had promised himself this day as soon as the deal was concluded. Yesterday the final papers had been signed. He went home to his family, flushed with triumph. The womenfolk had his favorite meal prepared and pampered him all the night through.
He thoroughly enjoyed that, of course, but today he wanted the undemanding and comfortable companionship of men in one of his favorite Hamams, the Cukurcuma.
Even though he had not visited in many months, the father and son who ran the baths recognized him and greeted him with pleasure.
Zeren relaxed as if into the very arms of his mother as they pampered him and showed him every courtesy, complimenting him generously on his ability to keep his trim and muscular physique in spite of the fact his work now was more administration than unloading the great trucks on the docks as he once did when his father ran the business.
It was true that, in spite of being now in his 50s, his body was still lithe and strong and only a trace of adipose tissue marred his waist as evidence of the good living and good cooking his wife was deservedly famous for. While there was gray curled among the black hairs over his body, it was more a badge of honor for his accumulated wisdom and experience, than a detraction to his appearance.
It was as he was stretching out and relaxing in the almost empty sauna that Duman appeared out of the mists, almost as if summoned by Zerens unspoken desire.
Duman was tall and heavily muscled as befitted one who, indeed, still enjoyed the heavy physical labor of his work. He was young enough that there was still nothing but pleasure in the straining of his mighty thews, and pride in his prodigious strength and endurance.
As his eyes adjusted, Duman noticed Zeren already seated in the sauna. He smiled with real pleasure. The men had been friends for many years, although they rarely met except within the confines of the hamam they both considered their own.
Zeren returned the smile and nodded to Duman to join him. Heavy muscles rippling as he walked, Duman strode to the older mans side and sat at his side. His hand cupped Zerens face and turned it to his own so the could share a deep kiss that was much more than a greeting. A memory of pleasure shared, a promise of pleasure to come.
They murmured a few words of greeting, asked after the health of each others families, made some desultory conversation as they breathed in the hot, humid mist, feeling their chest open and muscles relax.
A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies. Duman gleamed in the mist, his skin flushed with blood, huge muscles rippling as he stretched, catching the dim light along their ridges and bulges.
Zeren observed that Duman was stretching far more than the muscles of his back. A fine, young prick stood dark, thick, and turgid, from a forest of black curls. His hand was drawn irresistibly to it, to run a finger down its length admiringly.
Smiling, Duman sighed at the sensation and shifted to put his hard on well into Zerens reach. Zeren accomidatingly wrapped his entire hand around the rigid member, squeezing it tightly. Duman moaned softly and arched himself into the hand. Smiling slightly, Zeren loosened his grip slightly and stroked slowly up and down the shaft of the dark glistening cock.
Duman rolled himself towards Zeren, and found as he expected, the older mans prick rising from its bed of mixed salt and pepper curls. He smiled and touched the tip lightly. Zerens dick jumped in reply and Duman chuckled.
With a sign, Zeren leaned back so his cock was fully accessible. Dumans young, work roughened hand closed on it and he flexed his hips to push against him.
Duman teased the older man. He wetted a finger, rubbing it over his own cock to pick up the drop of precum Zeren had drawn from him with his slow, warm, firm stroking. Using his own juices he wetted the head of Zerens dick, rubbing over it with gentle motions of his hard hands until it came slowly to full attention, the blood pumping in and filling it until it throbbed hot against his fingers.
Moaning softly, Zeren began stroking the hard young cock of Duman faster, squeezing hard and at the bottom of the stroke, rubbing his hand over the young mans dark scrotum until his balls swelled up for the attention being paid to them.
Duman gasped a little and involuntarily humped his dick into Zerens hand a few strokes. Zeren stopped stroking, his hand squeezing the base of the throbbing cock tightly, holding back the immenent orgasm of the younger man. He wanted to savor this.
Duman took a deep breath and paused, stilling himself, willing the cum sizzling at the tip of his cock back down. He, too, wanted to savor the experience.
After a pause, Duman rolled a bit further over and sucked Zerens prick into his hot mouth. Zeren gasped and moaned as the wet heat and soft lips engulfed him. His dick shot full of blood and stood rigid as a young mans again under Dumans skillful sucking. He felt himself approaching orgasm, his balls filling and growing heavy, his prick throbbing. With a gentle touch on the young mans head, he stilled him.
Duman stopped stroking with his soft, full lips, but continued to suck lightly as Zeren paused to relax.
Softly, Zeren stroked Duman from his head along his deep chest, down those muscular ribs to his hard, flat hips.
Duman understood.
He sat up and with Zerens help, transferred himself gently onto Zerens lap. Zerens cock moistened and only slightly softened from the pausing of passion, slid easily into Dumas ready and relaxed asshole.
The muscular young man supported himself with his powerful arms, and then rocked back into Zerens lap, savoring the feel of the hard cock filling him from behind.
The moment that tight, hard ass closed over his dick, Zeren felt himself go absolutely rigid with hot passion. He admired Dumans strong back, running his hands down the young man, then around him, he wrapped one arm around Dumans waist and with the other hand, grasped Dumans throbbing dick.
Carefully, Zeren began to rock himself, thrusting into that tight ass, short, deep strokes. Duman leaned back into his arms, taking him deep, deeper, so he would rub that sweet spot that made him gasp and clench his ass muscles tighter as his dick swelled under Zerens skillful strokes.
Zeren felt those hard ass muscles clamp tight over his prick. A volcanic rush of cum responded, pouring out of him in a torrent making him groan and clench his hand tighter around Dumans dick, stroking him to orgasm even as his hips helpless ground against the younger mans tight ass.
A cry told him Duman was cumming, too, hot sperm shot out and ran down his hand. The musk of men filled the sauna as they relaxed again into each other's arms. Old friends, yes.
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Hamam Holiday
Zeren had promised himself this day for many months. His business was very demanding and he had recently made a fantastic deal with some European businessmen that he was sure was going to make him a wealthy man. And yet their European manners had grated on his nerves until he was sure he would explode from the accumulation of minor irritations.
And so he had promised himself this day as soon as the deal was concluded. Yesterday the final papers had been signed. He went home to his family, flushed with triumph. The womenfolk had his favorite meal prepared and pampered him all the night through.
He thoroughly enjoyed that, of course, but today he wanted the undemanding and comfortable companionship of men in one of his favorite Hamams, the Cukurcuma.
Even though he had not visited in many months, the father and son who ran the baths recognized him and greeted him with pleasure.
Zeren relaxed as if into the very arms of his mother as they pampered him and showed him every courtesy, complimenting him generously on his ability to keep his trim and muscular physique in spite of the fact his work now was more administration than unloading the great trucks on the docks as he once did when his father ran the business.
It was true that, in spite of being now in his 50s, his body was still lithe and strong and only a trace of adipose tissue marred his waist as evidence of the good living and good cooking his wife was deservedly famous for. While there was gray curled among the black hairs over his body, it was more a badge of honor for his accumulated wisdom and experience, than a detraction to his appearance.
It was as he was stretching out and relaxing in the almost empty sauna that Duman appeared out of the mists, almost as if summoned by Zerens unspoken desire.
Duman was tall and heavily muscled as befitted one who, indeed, still enjoyed the heavy physical labor of his work. He was young enough that there was still nothing but pleasure in the straining of his mighty thews, and pride in his prodigious strength and endurance.
As his eyes adjusted, Duman noticed Zeren already seated in the sauna. He smiled with real pleasure. The men had been friends for many years, although they rarely met except within the confines of the hamam they both considered their own.
Zeren returned the smile and nodded to Duman to join him. Heavy muscles rippling as he walked, Duman strode to the older mans side and sat at his side. His hand cupped Zerens face and turned it to his own so the could share a deep kiss that was much more than a greeting. A memory of pleasure shared, a promise of pleasure to come.
They murmured a few words of greeting, asked after the health of each others families, made some desultory conversation as they breathed in the hot, humid mist, feeling their chest open and muscles relax.
A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies. Duman gleamed in the mist, his skin flushed with blood, huge muscles rippling as he stretched, catching the dim light along their ridges and bulges.
Zeren observed that Duman was stretching far more than the muscles of his back. A fine, young prick stood dark, thick, and turgid, from a forest of black curls. His hand was drawn irresistibly to it, to run a finger down its length admiringly.
Smiling, Duman sighed at the sensation and shifted to put his hard on well into Zerens reach. Zeren accomidatingly wrapped his entire hand around the rigid member, squeezing it tightly. Duman moaned softly and arched himself into the hand. Smiling slightly, Zeren loosened his grip slightly and stroked slowly up and down the shaft of the dark glistening cock.
Duman rolled himself towards Zeren, and found as he expected, the older mans prick rising from its bed of mixed salt and pepper curls. He smiled and touched the tip lightly. Zerens dick jumped in reply and Duman chuckled.
With a sign, Zeren leaned back so his cock was fully accessible. Dumans young, work roughened hand closed on it and he flexed his hips to push against him.
Duman teased the older man. He wetted a finger, rubbing it over his own cock to pick up the drop of precum Zeren had drawn from him with his slow, warm, firm stroking. Using his own juices he wetted the head of Zerens dick, rubbing over it with gentle motions of his hard hands until it came slowly to full attention, the blood pumping in and filling it until it throbbed hot against his fingers.
Moaning softly, Zeren began stroking the hard young cock of Duman faster, squeezing hard and at the bottom of the stroke, rubbing his hand over the young mans dark scrotum until his balls swelled up for the attention being paid to them.
Duman gasped a little and involuntarily humped his dick into Zerens hand a few strokes. Zeren stopped stroking, his hand squeezing the base of the throbbing cock tightly, holding back the immenent orgasm of the younger man. He wanted to savor this.
Duman took a deep breath and paused, stilling himself, willing the cum sizzling at the tip of his cock back down. He, too, wanted to savor the experience.
After a pause, Duman rolled a bit further over and sucked Zerens prick into his hot mouth. Zeren gasped and moaned as the wet heat and soft lips engulfed him. His dick shot full of blood and stood rigid as a young mans again under Dumans skillful sucking. He felt himself approaching orgasm, his balls filling and growing heavy, his prick throbbing. With a gentle touch on the young mans head, he stilled him.
Duman stopped stroking with his soft, full lips, but continued to suck lightly as Zeren paused to relax.
Softly, Zeren stroked Duman from his head along his deep chest, down those muscular ribs to his hard, flat hips.
Duman understood.
He sat up and with Zerens help, transferred himself gently onto Zerens lap. Zerens cock moistened and only slightly softened from the pausing of passion, slid easily into Dumas ready and relaxed asshole.
The muscular young man supported himself with his powerful arms, and then rocked back into Zerens lap, savoring the feel of the hard cock filling him from behind.
The moment that tight, hard ass closed over his dick, Zeren felt himself go absolutely rigid with hot passion. He admired Dumans strong back, running his hands down the young man, then around him, he wrapped one arm around Dumans waist and with the other hand, grasped Dumans throbbing dick.
Carefully, Zeren began to rock himself, thrusting into that tight ass, short, deep strokes. Duman leaned back into his arms, taking him deep, deeper, so he would rub that sweet spot that made him gasp and clench his ass muscles tighter as his dick swelled under Zerens skillful strokes.
Zeren felt those hard ass muscles clamp tight over his prick. A volcanic rush of cum responded, pouring out of him in a torrent making him groan and clench his hand tighter around Dumans dick, stroking him to orgasm even as his hips helpless ground against the younger mans tight ass.
A cry told him Duman was cumming, too, hot sperm shot out and ran down his hand. The musk of men filled the sauna as they relaxed again into each other's arms. Old friends, yes.
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