The Turkish Baths (When Straight Guys Go Gay) (5 page)

Bereft of any of the previous coyness, the two changed into the customary fluffy white towels before relaxing in the searing heat of the tiny sauna; neither directly referring to what was undoubtedly going to happen subsequently, but each sporting evident signs of arousal under their modest attire. Steve watched as the barman’s thick, black chest hair became increasingly matted, silently wondering to what extent Mehmet indulged himself during his clearly regular visits to this hidden paradise.

As if reading his thoughts, the barman leaned across towards him and said earnestly, “Steve, my friend, I should perhaps warn you. Sometimes here, it is more than blowjob.” Steve nodded silently in response before Mehmet continued, “Please, be relaxed, my friend, and enjoy. Deny yourself nothing,” he said with a clear twinkle in his eyes before indicating, with a wave of his hand, that it was time for them to leave the sauna.

The marble encased room seemed infinitely more welcoming as the relaxed squaddie and his newfound friend took their place on the familiar black vinyl mattresses, both immediately lying back and clasping their hands firmly behind their heads. Without any summoning, the two white doors at the back of the room opened and in walked Emra and Tahir, once again dressed only in a short white towel and each carrying their obligatory white marble bowl. Mehmet greeted the boys enthusiastically, and both youths smiled back warmly before placing the containers down on the floor in front of them and gently bowing. Without saying a word, Mehmet unashamedly cast off his towel and allowed it to drop to the floor before signalling to Steve, with a dramatic wave of his hand, that he too should do the same. With little hesitation, Steve followed suit and both men lay back naked, and clearly aroused, in front of the smiling youths.

“I think you boys should be naked too today,” the barman said, looking across to Steve for his approval. The squaddie nodded silently and watched as the smooth brown-skinned boys, without any hint of embarrassment, removed their short towels and cast them to the floor alongside the others. Both men starred directly ahead, enticed by the sight that beheld them. Emra’s slim, narrow frame, apparently hairless save for a neatly trimmed patch of jet black pubic hair, was contradicted by a thick, heavy looking, semi-erect circumcised cock, the light pink head of which contrasted starkly against his otherwise dark tones. Tahir’s slightly more muscular build was seemingly enhanced by the narrowness of his waist, tapering in perfectly, as it did, to provide a faultless frame for his long, chunky, yet clearly still flaccid cock, the circumcised head of which appeared to be even wider than the smooth brown shaft. Both boys stood perfectly still for a few moments, allowing the men to fully take in their naked beauty, before adopting a stance alongside the marble tables, apparently more than eager to begin their work.

With a delicate eroticism, the youths stroked the naked men’s bodies from neck to toe, only the tips of their young fingers making contact with the glistening skin. Steve gasped as Emra’s little finger all but grazed the tip of his rapidly hardening cock before moving back slowly up the centre of his heaving chest. “Mmmm,” he groaned as, on each pass, the youth’s fingertips made only a subtle, light contact with his swelling tool before teasingly venturing off elsewhere. Driven almost to the point of frustration, Steve wriggled his lower torso as the tantalising digits approached his groin in a fruitless subconscious effort to instigate a more satisfying contact. Unbeknown to either him or Mehmet, the two boys smiled across at each other in tacit acknowledgement of the effects their work.

Relief from the aching exasperation came in the form of the familiar warm massaging gel; each boy liberally coating their elder’s upper body and legs in the thick liquid before meticulously hand washing every part of the front of their naked frames. “Oh, yeah,” Steve cooed as Emra took a firm grasp of his rock hard cock and began to simultaneously clean and stimulate, the tips of the boy’s fingers gently rubbing against his exposed sensitive glans. Looking across to witness Mehmet receiving a similar treatment from the focussed Tahir, Steve briefly wondered how fortunate he was to have stumbled across such a seemingly well-kept secret ritual before relaxing back, closing his eyes and allowing himself to submit, fully and unreservedly, to the touch of the talented youth.

Every tantalising stroke of Emra’s smooth, lubricated hands sent shivers of pure ecstasy throughout his entire body; each touch more sensual than the last, each caress seemingly more intense. The boys’ fingers relentlessly stimulated the groaning squaddie, from head to toe, until his cock was twitching involuntarily even without direct stimulation.

“Please, you turn over now,” the Turkish youth whispered, almost inaudibly, as his fingers meandered softly across Steve’s smooth chest. With only a grunt in reply, the squaddie awkwardly rolled over on to his chest, his hard, oiled cock nestling comfortably in the ridges of the black vinyl mattress. The customary warm gel dutifully applied, Steve breathed in deeply as Emra’s tender hands rubbed, kneaded and stretched every muscle and every sinew, from the base of his neck to the tips of his toes, each stroke making his whole body feel lighter and yet heavier at the same time. In an almost dream-like state, Steve’s mind wandered blissfully as the soothing combination of deep cleansing and firm massage relaxed and excited him in near equal proportions.

Steve drew a sudden, sharp intake of breath as he felt the youth gently spread his buttocks and apply a drop of the warm gel directly on to his exposed anus. Sensing the squaddie’s apparent alarm, Emra leaned forward and whispered softly in to his ear. “I clean you inside too. Relax…only small finger.” Taking Steve’s muffled grunt as an indication of approval, Emra gently stroked the tip of his little finger around the squaddie’s exposed opening.

“Oh God,” Steve moaned as a million different nerve endings catapulted into overdrive, each sending tiny shocks of pleasure to the every part of his relaxed body. “Jesus,” he uttered, as Emra’s finger, in ever decreasing circles, worked its way towards his twitching hole. Without waiting for further approval, the youth gently pressed the tip of his little finger firmly against the squaddie’s opening, constantly maintaining a deliberate, revolving motion. “Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned again, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards in response to the gentle probing. Sensing his client’s non-verbal signal, Emra gradually increased the pressure on the squaddie’s hole until the tight muscles relented enough to allow him to softly slip inside.

“Oh…my…fucking…God!” Steve gasped, partly in shock but primarily in amazement, as the youth’s smallest finger slid effortlessly into his tight virgin passage. His anal muscles instinctively contracted around the invading digit as the soft fingertip, aided by the oily gel, tenderly rubbed, teased and stroked his previously untouched place. Steve slowly exhaled, in awe of the sensation induced by the probing finger. To his surprise there was no pain, not even a hint of discomfort, just a pleasant feeling of fullness and inner warmth as the youth diligently caressed him inside.

“It is good, yes?” Mehmet’s voice seemingly boomed across the otherwise silent marble chamber.

“It’s erm…oh God, yeah…” Steve managed to utter as Emra proceeded to partially withdraw his little finger before carefully pushing it all the way back in, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from the incoherent squaddie. As the ever gentle youth maintained his in and out ministrations, Steve glanced across to see Tahir working Mehmet’s hole in a similar manner, the barman grinning widely as he observed his newfound friends’ evident delight. Fully aware that he was furiously leaking pre-cum, Steve ground his cock against the soft mattress, desperately seeking relief from the aching desire to shoot his load there and then. Sensing his patrons’ frustration, Emra gently withdrew his finger and, after discreetly wiping it on one of the discarded towels, leaned over and said quietly, “Come…you rinse off now. Then I look after you more.”

Still in a semi-delirious daze, Steve slowly rose and, guided by Emra’s hand in the small of his back, headed unsteadily into the adjoining room. Making no attempt to hide his raging erection from the dark-skinned youth, Steve stepped carefully into the plunge pool, the warm water immediately re-awakening his faded senses. Moments later the much more composed figure of Mehmet, dutifully followed by a now fully erect Tahir, entered the room; the muscular youth standing attentively alongside Emra as the barman joined Steve in the refreshing clear water.

“The boys are good, yes?” Mehmet asked as he busily washed the foamy gel from his hairy torso.

“They are,” Steve conceded as he copied the barman’s actions, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life!” he continued, shocking himself with the frankness of his admission.

“Good, my friend. I am pleased,” Mehmet replied, grinning broadly, before adding mischievously, “The best is yet to come.”

The two bathed as Emra and Tahir stood diligently at the side of the pool, each sporting a fluffy white towel on their arm and a fully erect penis between their legs. As he slowly regained his composure Steve found himself constantly glancing, and then openly staring, at the naked youths, mesmerised by their seemingly innocent beauty. Each boy smiled warmly as they patiently watched the men splash around in the water, their naked bodies unashamedly on display to the ogling older eyes. When Mehmet and Steve eventually emerged from the pool, clear of all traces of the oily massage gel, Emra and Tahir carefully dried their respective patrons before guiding them back into the adjoining chamber. As they passed back through the large white doors, Mehmet said boldly, “Now, my friend, it is time for fun.”

Needing no further encouragement, Steve took position lying back on the mattress, clasping his hands behind his head in a determined effort to get a full view of what was about to ensue. His cock, still as rock solid as it had been throughout, twitched in excited anticipation of the undoubted delights to come.

“Tahir, why don’t you take care of Steve for a little while,” Mehmet said as he adopted a similar pose to the relaxed squaddie, “and Emra, you can see to me.”

The youths swapped places in silence, only pausing to exchange wide, knowing grins. Standing back to back between the two marble tables, they simultaneously bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of each of the men’s cocks, their smooth pert, brown buttocks almost touching in the process.

“Oh, yes!” Steve exclaimed as Tahir’s tongue lapped delicately at his foreskin covered tip. The muscular youth gently licked around the whole of the squaddie’s glans in a clockwise direction before working his way back round again, his tongue hardly breaking contact with the tight, white skin. “That is…absolutely…amazing,” Steve mumbled as the attentive youth dragged his moist, warm tongue along the length of the solid white shaft before lapping gently at the squaddie’s exposed balls. Under Steve’s ever watchful gaze, the Turkish youth loving bathed every square inch of the smooth uncut cock before opening his mouth wide and skillfully engulfing, in one seamless smooth motion, the entire length. The squaddie groaned as Tahir tightened his lips around the base of his concealed tool before slowly withdrawing it until only the tip was hidden. Keeping a tight seal, the youth gradually slid down the length once again, this time his gripping lips causing Steve’s foreskin to retract as his cock gradually disappeared. “Oh fuck, fuck!” the squaddie exclaimed as his sensitive glans made contact with the warmth of Tahir’s throat, the boy’s smooth muscles dancing teasingly around his exposed tip.

With the boy holding his cock deep in his warm throat, Steve took a quick peek across to his right. He watched in awe as Emra licked and worshipped the bright red mushroom shaped head of Mehmet’s circumcised cock before gracefully and effortlessly swallowing down the full length. Both men cooed in evident delight as the youthful Turks licked, sucked and swallowed their cocks with consummate ease, their tantalising young tongues slavishly bathing and massaging the rigid tools with meticulous care and attention. As Steve watched Tahir expertly servicing his throbbing cock the youth momentarily glanced up and caught his eye. For a few seconds the two maintained eye contact, each sending the other a silent, yet understandable, message, before Tahir resumed his accomplished oral worship.

Steve’s attentive, adoring gaze was suddenly interrupted by the sound of movement on the adjacent table. Reluctant as he was to take his eyes off the sight in front of him, he couldn’t resist the temptation to look to his right. He watched, with slight confusion, as Mehmet and Emra changed places, the olive-skinned youth adopting an all fours position on the black vinyl mattress. With surprising dexterity, the barman hopped up on to the table behind the youth, kneeling carefully behind the boy’s raised buttocks. Steve barely registered what was happening before Mehmet gently pressed his condom covered cock against Emra’s exposed hole. His face pressed hard against the black vinyl, the youth emitted an almost inaudible groan of sheer delight as the barman gently, but determinedly, penetrated him. Inch by solid inch, Steve watched agog as Mehmet’s fat cock completely disappeared between the youth’s light brown cheeks. The barman paused briefly, withdrew slightly, and then pushed himself back deep into the boy. Emra’s face contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain as Mehmet began to gently thrust in and out of his teenage body, each stoke seemingly faster and deeper than the previous one.