Turkish Delight
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After answering the phone at work one afternoon I got a really pleasant surprise. “Hi, Billy, are you feeling lucky?” Nolan asked. He then went on to tell me that he had entered a competition a month earlier, and won. “How would you like to join me in Turkey, on an eight day all included free holiday for two?”
“Huh, wow, are you kidding me?” I answered excitedly.
Naturally, the next few weeks were filled with hectic preparations for the trip. We departed on a Saturday afternoon and arrived in Istanbul early the following day, on Sunday morning. After a really pleasant flight we were well rested, and after booking into our hotel hit the city, to shop and imbibe the wonderful atmosphere. (As this is not a travel log, I will dispense with all the place names and sightseeing details). After a hectic day and a great dinner, we were in bed early that evening.
Monday was spent on a very interesting city tour. That night we had a leisurely dinner and again got to bed fairly early. We were aware that the gay bars and clubs were not open on Mondays, and therefore could only explore the nightlife the following evening. Tuesday we embarked on another tour that took us out of the city. After returning to our hotel late that afternoon, we showered, had dinner, and then excitedly left to explore the nightlife. The first bar was rather boring and after an hour moved to a second bar, which proved to be more interesting.
Although Turkey is a lot less frantic about homosexuality than most of the Muslim countries, one nevertheless has to exercise decorum in gay establishments. Not long after our arrival Nolan got chatting to a hunky Swedish guy. The one thing Nolan and I had agreed upon, was that we wouldn’t get in one another’s way during the holiday. When Nolan therefore left with Sven a short while later, I was not perturbed in any way. I, however, did not get lucky, and an hour or so later made my way back to the hotel.
I decided to have a relaxing day on Wednesday, and after breakfast spent the morning at the pool swathed in sunblock. I did, however, receive a SMS from Nolan informing me that he would be with Sven, until further notice. One of the things that I had planned on doing during was to visit a Turkish bath, and so after an early lunch made my way to a sauna. Unfortunately, the sauna I selected was not what I had expected, and was far too modern and touristy. I had always dreamed about an earthy old-world establishment frequented by butch hairy locals.
Fortunately, however, I met a German guy at the sauna who was able to steer me in the right direction. The German man hit the nail on the head, and when I entered the hammam he suggested in an old part of the city, it was just perfect. There was a huge bath located in the middle of a large amphitheatre, and surrounding the bath there were cubicles and open sitting areas. The place was old but clean, exactly what I had hoped for. On the far side there were also three adjoining rooms that were utilised by a trio of masseurs.
As I would later find out, the three masseurs were:
Arslan: A handsome man in his late twenties. He was brawny and over six foot tall. Arslan’s body was fairly hairy, and he had short black hair on his head. His facial hair was also neatly trimmed.
Yavuz: A young man that I estimated to be in his very early twenties. He was of a similar height to Arslan, but slimmer. He had a full head of curly black hair with no facial hair.
Kadir: He was stocky and looked like a man in his thirties. Kadir was the hairiest of the three, and had almost no hair on his head. Kadir had the thickest moustache I had ever seen, and his large ears were puffy. I was sure that he was, or had been a wrestler at some time.
When I inquired about the daily massaging schedule, I was told that they worked from noon till nine in the evening. They operated on the hour, and would work on a client for forty minutes before getting a twenty minute break. Fortunately my timing was perfect, and as it was five minutes before three o’clock, Arslan would be able to attend to me presently.
After I entered the thick walled room where Arslan operated, he bolted the heavy door behind us. He then indicated that I should lie face down on the sturdy table that was covered in a thick towelling fabric. There was a padded aperture onto which I placed my face. Sadly, in this position I could only observe his legs from halfway down his thighs.
As he took up station at my head I felt his hands begin to work on my neck and upper back. Staring down at his hairy legs and beautiful masculine feet, my cock began to stiffen. After shifting his body a short while later, I saw his legs move towards my right side. When he began to work on my lower back I felt him tugging at the towel I had around my waist. I lifted my backside to assist him with its removal. Arslan’s left hand now began to work on my right thigh as his right hand caressed my butt cheeks. Not long after I felt his middle finger commence circling my pucker. After opening my legs wider to indicate my approval, I was rewarded when his finger began prodding my hole.
As the old saying goes, ‘when you are enjoying yourself, times flies,’ and was dismayed as I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that we only had a little over twenty minutes left. Not wanting to waste precious time I turned my body over. Arslan instinctively moved to the bottom of the table and beckoned me towards him. When he removed his shorts I got a look at one of the most beautiful knobs I had ever seen. It was long and thick, with an elongated dick-head that was a few shades lighter than the darker shaft of his cock. As he encapsulated my body it felt like I was being cuddled in a soft mohair blanket. His warm mouth enveloped my lips before a brief kissing interlude ensued.
Later, as Arslan turned my body and pushed my torso downwards. His magnificent cock-head now signalled its intent as it snuggled between my butt cheeks. I pulled my cheeks further apart as an inviting gesture. As his hands locked onto my hips he entered me slowly but firmly. His to and fro motion felt heavenly as his knob tantalised my hole. Fretfully, I observed that we only had twelve minutes left. With three minutes to go he began to up his tempo, and shortly I felt his body shudder behind me as he unloaded into my backside.
“You come again soon?” he asked before we exited the room.
“Yes, tomorrow,” I answered, after which a smile broke out on his face.
With twenty minutes to go till the next shift began, I was as horny as hell. I quickly inquired if one of the other two masseurs would be available on the hour, and fortunately Yavuz was.
After we entered Yavuz’s room at the appointed time, Yavuz approached me rapidly after locking the door. As he stood before me he swiftly undid the tuck in my towel and let it fall to the floor. Reaching out he fondled my cock as he stared into my eyes. When his mouth moved forward and latched onto my lips, his arms wound around my body like a ravenous octopus. As I inhaled the strong smell of his odorous armpits we kissed like two sex starved teenagers. Yavuz was far more pungent than Arslan and reeked of man sweat. In our melee I could not help myself, and after pushing his right upper arm upwards zoomed in on his hairy armpit. When I began to lick I thought he was going to piss himself.
His left hand almost concussed me as it clamped me into his hollow of pong. The taste and smell had me grunting with unbridled pleasure. After I had serviced his first pit the second one followed. When I finished my job I got another mouth mashing, before I was ordered onto my back on the massage table. After positioning my body to his liking, Yavuz mounted the counter with his body behind my head. He then lightly slapped my face with his dick before he inserted three fingers into my mouth. Once he had stimulated enough saliva, he moved over me and inserted his cock into my mouth.
After Yavuz got a steady rhythm going, and my throat had adjusted to his infiltration, my face-fucking began in earnest. On outstretched arms, Yavuz pumped his cock into my throat, before holding still for a few seconds, followed by slow withdrawal from my throat. On and on he repeated the process. A short while later I felt him lowering his torso before my dick was enveloped in the warmth of his mouth. I was so overstimulated at this point that I did not last too long before shooting my load in his mouth. Once I had cum his torso again lifted, and I now got a severe skull-fucking. I knew that our session must be drawing to an end as his body began to shudder in ecstasy.
Being an aficionado on the subject of spunk, I can tell you that Yavuz had the sweetest tasting cum I had ever swallowed. Some guys have really acrid sperm, and I have often swallowed with great difficulty. Once Yavuz was done we got off the table, and as I looked at the clock I saw there were two minutes left. After a brief kiss we exited the room.
I decided to take a break afterwards, and only booked Kadir for the six o’clock session. I then got into the large bath and relaxed for the next while. I was very amused by the stares I received from many of the hairy locals scattered about. My blond hair, pale complexion, and hairless body, was obviously a source of great interest to them. When I eventually got out of the large bath and dried myself off, one of the locals got off his seat and moved towards me. He was a large elderly guy with a huge gut. He was totally bald and his body was well coated with fur. Once I had placed my towel around my hips he extended his right hand and took hold of my wrist. Next I found myself being led off to one of the cubicles.
He was truly not a guy that I would have normally gone for, but I nevertheless went with the flow. After closing the door behind us he moved me towards the bunk located against the wall. Staring at me he opened my towel and let it fall to the floor. When his towel followed I looked down at his crotch. He had a pair of balls the like of which I had never seen before. They were simply humungous. His knob wasn’t very long but ultra-thick, with an oversized shiny purple dick-head. ‘Fat Knob’ then began to caress my body with a look of wonderment in his eyes.
His fat hands surveyed my body as his breathing became heavier, and his eyes ever more gluttonous. When his hands reached my head they clamped me in a vicelike grip. Thick lips then attacked my mouth after he pulled my head towards him. Fat Knob’s tongue now went ballistic over my face as he began to grunt. There was an immense feeling of power in his grasp, and I knew that I was completely under his control. I felt like a marionette dangling at the command of a puppeteer. After my features had been liquefied, Fat Knob took a small step backwards and spun my body around in a flash.
After pushing my torso downwards his hands gripped onto my hips. It now felt like I had Bertha, the tunnel boring machine located at my manhole. When my sphincter got wrenched open I let out a yelp. Unperturbed, Fat Knob entered and began fucking like madman. With a grunting gorilla behind me, my arse took the beating of its life. I was very pleased when I heard him begin to convulse. For a big guy, however, he moved with lightning speed, and before I knew what was happening I was on my knees before him. His oversized balls now gave full expression to their size, as my entire head got drowned in spunk.
Fortunately, the cubicle had extra towels, and as I began drying my head I observed Fat Knob leaving without uttering a word. Afterwards, I got back into the large bath and managed to dispense with the last remnants of my cubicle ordeal. I remained in the water for a long time, and only emerged ten minutes before my next massage.
Once I entered Kadir’s lair I was amazed by the level of affection he displayed towards me. Truthfully, I had looked forward to my session with him the most. He was an unbelievably sexy man, and I had definitely kept the best for last. Kadir was a fantastic kisser and his embrace firm but gentle. Nothing seemed forced or hurried with him. His dick was thicker than the other two masseurs. Kadir fortunately, did not have an uncomfortable cock-head like Fat Knob. He fucked me for thirty-five minutes of our session.
With me bent over the table he pleasured my hole and caressed my body like a world-class lover. His groans and sighs were erotic, and in themselves an incredible turn-on. It felt like I was in a trancelike state as he took me on the sensual ride of a lifetime. I had never had a hands-free ejaculation before, and it was a wonderful tribute to Kadir that he was the first man who ever made me do so. I was very sad when our time together ended. That evening I slept like a baby.
For the following four days I visited the hammam every day. I really didn’t give a rat’s arse about any more sightseeing, and was very happy to spend all my holiday money in such a constructive way. On all four days I made sure that I had a double session with Kadir. Of course, I also supported the other two masseurs as well and really enjoyed my time with them. The only negative for me was that I had a further three encounters with Fat Knob, and never got to know his name. The only good thing about Fat Knob was that he always came very quickly, and I thought of him as a penance for all the other enjoyment that the hammam offered.
Nolan only returned to the hotel on Sunday morning after Sven’s departure. He accompanied me to the hammam on the Sunday and absolutely loved it. On Monday we departed back home. I had really enjoyed my holiday and was absolutely sure that I would return at some point in the future. I had developed a great liking for Turkish delight.
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