ButtyBoy
06-17-2009, 02:04 PM
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Just A Drop In The Sea
Just A Drop In The Sea Alan stretched, his flat, hard muscles rippling under deeply tanned skin. He gathered his long, dark, wet hair into a pony tail and quickly tied it back, before donning sunglasses and getting comfortable on his beach chair, soaking up the sun and staring out at the beautiful blue Mamara Sea.
This vacation had been perfect. He wore himself out yesterday doing the tourist thing, visions of palaces and bazaar filling his eyes, then slipping out of the hotel later for the scene at Taksim Square. Today he took the cruise out to Buyukada, the retreat of the Byzantine Princes. He felt like a Prince himself, spoiled and indolent, swimming in the warm water and sunning himself on the beach.
Relaxed and warm, he stared out at the swimmers, thinking this day would be absolutely perfect with just one more thing.
A slow smile spread across his face as he spotted that one thing swimming gracefully in the waters before him. A beautiful Turkish man, sleek and handsome, the water droplets glistening like crystals in his short, dense, curling black hair as the waves swept over his hard body like the caress of a lover.
Alan stood, and then walked back into the sea, diving as the water reached his slender waist. As he swam easily towards the muscular Turk, he was sure he recognized him as a man he had been admiring just the night before, socializing with some of his male friends in the disco.
As the American swam towards him, Hasad recognized him as a man who had caught his eye the night before. His friends laughed and teased him about his eye for American males, but he couldn't help admiring the Americans calm sophistication. Not to mention the hard, slender body. That body was just as nice in swimming trunks as Hasad had imagined it might be naked. How fortunate to see him here today!
Hasad stayed where he was, treading water until the American almost caught up to him, then dived and swam a little ways, before surfacing and flashing a teasing smile over his shoulder.
Grinning, Alan swam to catch him. They played in the water wordlessly, diving and flashing away, catching up, tagging each other lightly then dashing away again, the waves tossing them as if the Sea herself wanted to play, until both of them were gasping and splashing like boys.
Gradually, their tags became a bit more daring. A quick tweak of a nipple brought to pinpoint hardness by the sea breeze. A soft stroke over a rock hard ass. Balls gently cupped as one came up beside the other.
They had worked their way into deep water, and around a little point so they were alone and out of sight of the other sunbathers, when Hasad finally stopped to catch his breath and Alan caught up with him. He stopped and stood on the sandy bottom.
Hesitantly, Alan raised a hand and caressed Hasads face, stroking the back of his fingers over the rugged visage.
Hasad put his arms around the American and drew him closer. Alan fit himself against the Turks body, feeling the hard, full muscles against his own flat belly. They were of a height, face to face. Alan tilted his head and kissed Hasad.
Hasad responded eagerly, drawing Alan harder against him so he could feel the large dick rapidly swelling in his thin suit. Kissing him deeply, Alan reached below the water, sliding his hand down and around Hasads hard ass. Working his fingers into the tight trunks he moved his hand down and around the front, sliding the suit down that tight butt and grasping the hard cock that was pressing up against him.
Moaning, Hasad arched so his dick thrust into Alans hand, and slid his own hands beneath the water to cup Alans ass with one, the other slipping into the loose trunks the American was wearing to find an equally hard dick throbbing for release.
Still kissing deeply, they parted only enough to allow both of them free play below the water. The warm seawater caressed them gently as they each began stroking the other, strong hands wrapped around hard dicks. They stroked gently at first, exploringly, then harder and faster as their needs became more urgent.
Alan gasped, taking a deep breath as Hasad cupped his balls and squeezed them tightly, feeling Hasad's dick throbbing in his hand as he stroked it fast and hard.
Moaning, Hasad began pumping slightly with his hips, his throbbing hard-on trapped in Alan's grip. Alan squeezed the hard prick tightly causing the head to swell until Hasad thought he would burst from the pleasurable pressure.
A warm wave rolled over them so that only their heads remained above water and Alan wrapped his legs around Hasad to keep from being swept away even as their heat increased. Hasad slid his hand around Alan's ass to gently slip a finger inside him, working it in and out in rhythm with his strokes on Alan's dick.
Alan whimpered and his muscles tightened so that they were drawn together tightly. He released Hasad's prick so he could cling tightly to the Turks big, muscular shoulders, his fingers digging in and leaving red marks as he humped against the hard belly muscles, their dicks rubbing together and rubbing against the both of them, black curly public hairs mingling as their balls touched lightly, the warm water surrounding and caressing them both.
Hasad's finger slipped deep inside and Alan cried out as his hot cum poured out into the salty sea, heating and making their bellies slick. Hasad whimpered slightly and Alan responded by taking a deep breath, then allowing himself to slide down their bodies. His head dipped under water and Hasad felt his dick taken into a molten hot mouth, sucking at the head of his swollen, aching prick, so ready for release that he could feel the cum rushing up from his balls and shooting deep into the other mans throat.
He cried out and put a hand on Alan's head, caressing and holding but careful not to trap him as Alan sucked the last drops of cum from deep inside his cock, before rising to the surface, sputtering and laughing, trying to swallow and breathe all at once.
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Just A Drop In The Sea
Just A Drop In The Sea Alan stretched, his flat, hard muscles rippling under deeply tanned skin. He gathered his long, dark, wet hair into a pony tail and quickly tied it back, before donning sunglasses and getting comfortable on his beach chair, soaking up the sun and staring out at the beautiful blue Mamara Sea.
This vacation had been perfect. He wore himself out yesterday doing the tourist thing, visions of palaces and bazaar filling his eyes, then slipping out of the hotel later for the scene at Taksim Square. Today he took the cruise out to Buyukada, the retreat of the Byzantine Princes. He felt like a Prince himself, spoiled and indolent, swimming in the warm water and sunning himself on the beach.
Relaxed and warm, he stared out at the swimmers, thinking this day would be absolutely perfect with just one more thing.
A slow smile spread across his face as he spotted that one thing swimming gracefully in the waters before him. A beautiful Turkish man, sleek and handsome, the water droplets glistening like crystals in his short, dense, curling black hair as the waves swept over his hard body like the caress of a lover.
Alan stood, and then walked back into the sea, diving as the water reached his slender waist. As he swam easily towards the muscular Turk, he was sure he recognized him as a man he had been admiring just the night before, socializing with some of his male friends in the disco.
As the American swam towards him, Hasad recognized him as a man who had caught his eye the night before. His friends laughed and teased him about his eye for American males, but he couldn't help admiring the Americans calm sophistication. Not to mention the hard, slender body. That body was just as nice in swimming trunks as Hasad had imagined it might be naked. How fortunate to see him here today!
Hasad stayed where he was, treading water until the American almost caught up to him, then dived and swam a little ways, before surfacing and flashing a teasing smile over his shoulder.
Grinning, Alan swam to catch him. They played in the water wordlessly, diving and flashing away, catching up, tagging each other lightly then dashing away again, the waves tossing them as if the Sea herself wanted to play, until both of them were gasping and splashing like boys.
Gradually, their tags became a bit more daring. A quick tweak of a nipple brought to pinpoint hardness by the sea breeze. A soft stroke over a rock hard ass. Balls gently cupped as one came up beside the other.
They had worked their way into deep water, and around a little point so they were alone and out of sight of the other sunbathers, when Hasad finally stopped to catch his breath and Alan caught up with him. He stopped and stood on the sandy bottom.
Hesitantly, Alan raised a hand and caressed Hasads face, stroking the back of his fingers over the rugged visage.
Hasad put his arms around the American and drew him closer. Alan fit himself against the Turks body, feeling the hard, full muscles against his own flat belly. They were of a height, face to face. Alan tilted his head and kissed Hasad.
Hasad responded eagerly, drawing Alan harder against him so he could feel the large dick rapidly swelling in his thin suit. Kissing him deeply, Alan reached below the water, sliding his hand down and around Hasads hard ass. Working his fingers into the tight trunks he moved his hand down and around the front, sliding the suit down that tight butt and grasping the hard cock that was pressing up against him.
Moaning, Hasad arched so his dick thrust into Alans hand, and slid his own hands beneath the water to cup Alans ass with one, the other slipping into the loose trunks the American was wearing to find an equally hard dick throbbing for release.
Still kissing deeply, they parted only enough to allow both of them free play below the water. The warm seawater caressed them gently as they each began stroking the other, strong hands wrapped around hard dicks. They stroked gently at first, exploringly, then harder and faster as their needs became more urgent.
Alan gasped, taking a deep breath as Hasad cupped his balls and squeezed them tightly, feeling Hasad's dick throbbing in his hand as he stroked it fast and hard.
Moaning, Hasad began pumping slightly with his hips, his throbbing hard-on trapped in Alan's grip. Alan squeezed the hard prick tightly causing the head to swell until Hasad thought he would burst from the pleasurable pressure.
A warm wave rolled over them so that only their heads remained above water and Alan wrapped his legs around Hasad to keep from being swept away even as their heat increased. Hasad slid his hand around Alan's ass to gently slip a finger inside him, working it in and out in rhythm with his strokes on Alan's dick.
Alan whimpered and his muscles tightened so that they were drawn together tightly. He released Hasad's prick so he could cling tightly to the Turks big, muscular shoulders, his fingers digging in and leaving red marks as he humped against the hard belly muscles, their dicks rubbing together and rubbing against the both of them, black curly public hairs mingling as their balls touched lightly, the warm water surrounding and caressing them both.
Hasad's finger slipped deep inside and Alan cried out as his hot cum poured out into the salty sea, heating and making their bellies slick. Hasad whimpered slightly and Alan responded by taking a deep breath, then allowing himself to slide down their bodies. His head dipped under water and Hasad felt his dick taken into a molten hot mouth, sucking at the head of his swollen, aching prick, so ready for release that he could feel the cum rushing up from his balls and shooting deep into the other mans throat.
He cried out and put a hand on Alan's head, caressing and holding but careful not to trap him as Alan sucked the last drops of cum from deep inside his cock, before rising to the surface, sputtering and laughing, trying to swallow and breathe all at once.
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