Gay sex with Mustafa the handsome

I pulled down on the rear waistband of his shorts. He lifted his body from the bed and I pulled them slowly down and off to reveal a perfect-looking cock. It was straight and much longer than I had thought. It was dark and, of course, circumcised. God it was beautiful. He looked at me with those deep, soulful eyes for approval. In a repeat of his words on the street to me. I offered "very, very nice" in Turkish. I opened the last pot of honey and tricked around a third up and down his penis and on his balls. Then I started licking! Oh my god! I worked from his undulating balls slowly up his cock using just my tongue. His breathing went crazy and he started gasping. As I reached its head, I thought he was about to come. I wanted to make his moment last as long as I could so I went back down to his balls and alternated licking different parts of his hyper-erect penis to keep him simmering. I think I kept him like this for around 5 minutes - bliss for us both. I had just returned to the head again when he shot a full load. It reached as far as his chest which I hadn't thought possible. I continued licking and tasted his salty semen. I sucked the last out. I felt satisfied but I knew there was more to come. We cuddled, smearing his semen with our stomachs and chests. Our legs intertwined and we liberally kissed without the fear and intrepidation we had initially had.

I was no longer sure which part of him I liked the most. The spelling eyes or pert buttocks that I had fallen for while being waited on, or his masterly cock of which there had being absolutely no sign of before. He was an altogether beautifully endowed person. I felt some envy tempered by the fact that he was here with me now slobbering over me and that we had made each other come. I wanted to fuck him.

As he had done to me, I found my way with a finger to his anus. It went in and appeared to have as big an effect on him as it had had to me. His eyes popped and mouth opened wide returning to a smile. It was hot and moist in there. I wiggled and went deeper while licking around his lips. He seemed to be enjoying my finger-fuck so I rolled his passive body over. He was now face down and waiting for me.

This would be the first time I had fucked a guy and I suppose I was a little unsure. I held his buttocks apart while trickling on the last of the honey. I licked him which caused another "alahla" but my main purpose was to drool in saliva as lubricant. I was venturing into the unknown and felt alive and young again. I pushed in my first finger to spread him inside. Then I moved up him and brought the head of my penis into position. I pushed slowly to find that I was slightly out. Adjusting and holding his buttocks apart, it started to go in. He groaned. I moved my hands to hold his as I pushed gently but firmly in. He was clenching my hands hard but no longer moaning. It felt fantastic! I was finally having the benefits of being gay! When I was all the way in, I paused, savouring the moment and not wanting to come straight away. I supported myself on my elbows, still holding his hands in mine and started to move slowly out and in. Each motion brought a wave of ecstasy. This was incredible. I was not on the same planet I had been on this morning.

As I gained in confidence, I picked up to a steady rhythm. I came out a couple of times which he found funny. As I felt near to orgasm, I slowed down and pushed my arms under his chest. It was hard to think of this as the waiter who playfully brought me cups of coffee I hadn't asked for. He was naked, smelly and I had my penis in him. I kissed a temple as my rhythm started to become erratic. I felt weak and dizzy but nothing was going to stop me. Then with one huge over-powering wave of bliss I came. I closed my eyes and started to recover my breath.

I didn't withdraw from him. Instead I held on to him and rolled us both over so that he was on top, both facing up with my penis still in him. I reached for his. When my right hand found it I was reminded how much longer it was than mine. It was stiff but his body was limp and apparently helpless. I started to pull him off as I do myself and that seemed too much stimulation for him as his body started contracting straight away. I slowed down. It was a truly beautiful penis, smooth, hard, straight and long. Mine was throbbing inside his red-hot bottom. I pulled faster now as he started to gasp and tremble. He came again. There was less volume this time and it didn't reach so far. He collapsed on me with a series of sighs. We lay there on top of the sheets, his body on mine, my penis still in him. He eventually rolled over, pulling my penis out, to my left side. He put his right arm over my chest. His beautiful eyes beaming into mine, head to head on the pillow. He spoke to me gently in Turkish but he didn't expect a reply. He kissed my lips once then moved away and up. I admired his beautiful naked body as he walked to the bathroom.

He turned and beckoned me to follow him. He had a cheeky smile. "What now?" I thought. He stepped into the bath and I followed. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. As we faced each other getting wet, our partially erect penises overlapped. I could see his was a good couple of inches longer than mine and a twinge of envy returned. I couldn't understand if it was so big why nothing had ever showed in his trousers. He shampooed my hair. Some soap went in my eyes but it rinsed out quickly. This was a new pleasure and I started to harden up again. He washed under my arms and my front, stopping short of my now erect penis. Then he turned to my back and buttocks. He rubbed the bar of soap right into my crack and then I felt his penis go in. It slipped straight in and it didn't hurt as I expected. I lowered myself a little and braced myself against the tiled wall. He said something and put one hand on my waist and the other he used to rub soap onto my erection. As he thrusted he pulled me off. He had a firm hand and a very firm penis. This was exquisite. The shower added to the whole-body sensation. He was talking away in Turkish, high on sex, shouting out as if he was cheering on a horse in a race. He was a real stud and I was riding him. He got faster and noticeably harder and bigger inside me. His cheering turned to panting as he approached the finish. He pushed in deep and hard and held my waist as he climaxed. His head sunk on my back for a moment then he withdrew. Now as we faced, my penis was pointing up in the air and his was pretty much horizontal. It made his look even bigger. I lathered my hands and washed it, rubbing up and down its length. Magnificent!

We finished our shower, dried and lay down side by side in the bed holding hands. This felt more than sex but we each knew that there was no future for us. Being Turkish, he was expected to marry. I had to return to England and he to his hotel. I think we were having similar thoughts. I fell asleep with aches in unusual places.

His early morning departure woke me. We kissed once and said "see you later".

I washed off the stain from my linen pants and dried them with the hairdryer. I checked out and returned to the other hotel for breakfast. Mustafa brought me a coffee, wishing me a formal "good morning". I reciprocated and we smiled. I looked down and there was not the slightest hint of that huge penis. As he walked away, I imagined that gorgeous body under his clothes and got another hard-on. It was the best coffee ever.

The following day was Mustafa's day off. I wanted to spend more time with him but I knew it was the one day he had to do his washing, play football with his friends and generally chill-out away from the hotel. I respected that. I was pleasantly surprised then when he approached me during lunch asked if I wanted to go to the hamam with him the next day. I would have done his washing and polished his shoes if he had asked me. I was totally smitten. I think that he felt the obligation to honour his word and actually get me to the hamam.

At dinner, at which Mustafa never worked, two waiters and the barman all said something about the hamam and/or Mustafa. He must have told them and I felt a little let down. Why would he tell them? Am I a laughing stock or is he proud of his conquest with me? I still didn't understand him.

We met outside the hotel at 4pm, just as two days before. He had caught the hotel's bus from the personnel lodge which was timed to coincide with staff changeover. He was already there and seemed pleased to see me. He shook my hand as is the Turkish way and we set off walking again, this time he held my hand practically all the way. The only reaction from people we passed was a couple of smiles from elderly foreign ladies. I had taken the precaution of wearing briefs and these kept things well supported and under control.

The hamam was located in part of a large building that was once a hospital. Mustafa spoke with the receptionist and obtained the local's price of 15 lira each, plus 10 lira to have use one of the small rooms off the main hamam. Foreigners were usually charged four times these rates. There was quite an exchange between Mustafa and the receptionist and I didn't follow it all.

We undressed in a rather scruffy changing room, wrapped ourselves in the supplied pestermals (traditional hamam towels) and proceeded to the main hot room. I failed to catch site of Mustafa's flacid penis - something I was driven to do. The hot room was entirely marble-clad with the central hot slab and most of the walls being grey-veined while the floor was white marble. Around the central slab were the fountains with their copper bowls used for washing and three doors leading to the private rooms, one of which we had reserved. We lay side by side on the central slab, sweating in the heat and humidity. There were just two other people there, both middle-aged Turkish men.

Our masseurs arrived and directed us to our anti-room. This was surprisingly small with a marble slab around the same size as a single bed. The masseurs were young, late teens or low twenties, acceptably attractive and also wearing pestermals. Ours were taken off us and placed on the slab for us to lie on. We laid head-to-head, chests down and turned our heads to face each other. The heat from the slab and close proximity of Mustafa totally naked started to arouse me. I knew the masseurs would have seen everything before, discretion was their business and so I was relaxed.

They poured warm water over us from head to foot from a marble basin into which water never stopped running. They scrubbed our feet and legs with a rough cloth mitten with mine singing all the time. My masseur jumped on the slab and knelt one leg either side of my legs. He scrubbed my back and neck, finishing with my buttocks. He spent a long time on my buttocks and I got completely hard. They rinsed us again and asked us to turn over. I obliged revealing my erection which he promptly covered with his pestermal. He was wearing rather large, fake Adidas navy shorts underneath.

As Mustafa turned, I finally saw his tiny flacid penis. It was barely a button and totally betrayed his huge erect endownment. My masseur scrubbed and rinsed my front just catching my erect penis a couple of times. He stopped singing briefly while they inflated what looked like white pillowcases which they squeezed to release a massive quantity soapy foam, covering us from neck to toe. Straddling me once again this time with his back to me he massaged my feet and legs with the suds. His hands were firm and his slight body very strong. He went right up the inside of my thighs touching my balls several times. He turned around, kneeling over me and lowering himself so that my hard penis was touching his bottom through his shorts. "Good?" he asked. "Good", I answered. He carried on singing, rocking gently to rub his shorts against my penis while he massaged my upper body. I looked at Mustafa who knew what was going on as he had a big smile on his face. His masseur remained with his feet on the ground. Mustafa said something to the masseurs involving "extra". I soon found out what this was.

Mustafa's masseur re-inflated the pillow case. He removed my pestermal and covered both our mid-sections with foam. This was looking promising. Our masseurs each straddled their clients, the first time in Mustafa'a case and proceeded to give us willy massages! Mine had amazing technique. Using both hands there was a pattern of very rapid tapping, shaking and rubbing in succession punctuated with pauses of gentle squeezing. I turned my head to look at Mustafa, my mouth and eyes wide open in utter disbelief. He laughed and looked up to the ceiling saying "alahla". My legs were tensing up and I knew I wouldn't survive much of this. All the time my masseur sung. Sure enough I came pretty quickly and the masseur rinsed off the semen and told me to turn over. I noticed that he was not at all aroused. Mustafa lasted a little longer. I heard the masseur commenting on his size after he had come.

I had a soapy massage of my feet legs, back and again finishing on my bottom. His fingers went right in to the crack, over and over again. Mustafa said a couple of words and the masseurs left us. We were still covered in soap. Mustafa moved over on to me, caressing my head and neck and parted my legs with his. He slid that long, beautiful cock all the way in to me. It felt as if my lungs had been completely expelled of air, I was literally breathless for a moment. As he started to thrust, short, shallow gasps sustained me. I may have died and gone to heaven I am not sure. Mustafa seemed more confident and assured. His chest slid back and forth over my back in the soapy suds, his arms held mine. There were a lot of wet slapping noises and which must have been heard in the main hot room. I was feeling very faint when he finally climaxed. I got up and drank some water from the cold tap. Mustafa beckoned me back to the slab and shouted for the masseurs to return.

On the walk back, I started to wonder how many hotel guests Mustafa may have slept with and that thought ate away as his attraction. It wasn't right for me to ask him and in any case he may not have been honest in his reply. It had been a pleasure and, at long last, I had lost my gay virginity with a very pleasant, well mannered and beautiful young man. Now, it was time to move on. Perhaps I would see him again if I came back to Turkey, perhaps not.

I will never forget the adventure of my first time, licking honey off that gorgeous cock, the amazing willy massage and loud, reverberant slapping sounds as we had sex in the hamam.