Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 21:15:40 +0800
From: tazmania  <tazmania@bolt.com>
Subject: Traveling Around The World - Part 2

Turkey

Fucking is always good and I usually never say 'never' to anyone who wants
to get off with me. No matter where we might be and who the guy is. I think
I was born to have sex: hot, intense, long-lasted and savage sex. I have
learned how to endure a good fucking with a hung and strong man that
doesn't cum as soon as his cock slips into my chute, that's why I am never
scared of facing strangers who propose to me, no matter where they might be
from and happen to lay their eyes on me. I guess everyone has already
guessed the kind of person I am: a slutboy!  Maybe it's a disease this
feeling of always wanting to be mounted by a strong stallion, endowed with
a big and hard cock that he forces into my backdoor, slamming it wide open
to then fill it to the brim with his hot scalding semen.

I was filling sore after being explored and probed by Rustem's big cock and
I felt the dampness on my underwear where his cum was still being
deposited, forming a king of drying glue. Although I had taken my time
cleaning myself in the bathroom, it seemed that a lot more of his thick
cream was stored inside my ass and now was finding its way out naturally as
my father and I headed to the hotel in a taxi.  My father was unusually
quiet and seemed to be absorbed in his thoughts, maybe he was only worried
about business, but sometimes one gets unease for no reason at all, and,
even though it is hard to put the finger on it, the feeling is there just
the same. And that was how I was feeling about my dad. Maybe it was because
I had just had sex with Rustem and was feeling kind of guilty (???). I
don't know! And there was no way to know since he remained quiet all the
way to the hotel.

When we entered the room we shared on the 13th floor he threw his briefcase
on the couch, opened the door to the veranda and stood there too, watching
the sun going down on the horizon. I followed him and stood beside him,
feeling relaxed and in peace as the beauty of the fading day sank into my
heart. I looked up at the side of his face and thought of saying something,
but his silence kind of inhibited me. He was staring fixedly ahead, his
hands gripping the railing, legs apart... "Never, in my life, it occurred
to me that you were a... that you liked being fucked". My head snapped
towards him when his words dawned in me and my blood seemed to freeze in my
veins at the realization that he, somehow, knew about me and Rustem! I even
thought about playing dumb and pretend that I didn't know what he was
talking about. But his tone of voice, a statement, showed me that it was
useless to deny it. "Dad, I..." "When I left you there I took a taxi, but
then I remembered that you didn
 't have money to buy your lunch and told the driver to drive back and when
I didn't see anybody in the front I decided to have a peak in the back and
there I saw you two fucking. My God, I could hardly believe what I was
seeing, my son, that little boy of mine, so fragile and innocent, being
smashed on the floor by that big man, his penis buried in my little boy's
butt... My first reaction was to burst in and kill him with my own hands
for violating my boy and I was gonna do just that when I heard you begging
him to fuck you hard and you even pushed your ass back to meet his cock as
it disappeared between your cheeks".

His eyes were focused on the horizon but I could tell that it wasn't the
city landscape he was seeing. Instead, he was contemplating the scene of
Rustem's cock ramming inside of me. "Dad, I'm sorry! I simply..." But he
went on without registering my words. "I could not see your faces, but I
certainly heard your moans and the sound his cock made when it smacked
against your ass as he shoved it hard on you. You were so enthralled in
what you were doing that you didn't see me at the door, and I had the
chance to hear him say that he was going to fuck you hard the way you
wanted it. Is it true? Did you want him to fuck you hard, did you like it?
You don't have to answer me because I know you did, otherwise you'd have
told him to stop. When I realized that my son was enjoying being fucked by
a man twice his size, and older enough to be his father, I closed the door
and got out and tried to keep my appointment, but, of course, I had a
miserable afternoon. Every time I closed my eye
 s I saw you lying there, seeming so helpless under Rustem, big and vicious
pounding your white ass with his hairy, large body, that I decided to stop
everything I was doing and drink a couple of beer."

He remained silent for a long moment, and when I could stand it no longer I
turned around and went to the bathroom. I didn't know what to say, what to
think or what to do! I wasn't worried about him discovering that I was
gay. No! What I feared most was to loose his love and his trust in me. I
didn't want my father to be disgusted and look at me like I had a disease
or thought I was a freak, but even being so young one thing I had already
learned: that I was gay, that I liked men and that there was nothing I
could do about it. I undressed and turned the shower on. My underwear was a
mess and coated with cum. I fingered my hole and it came out slick and
glistening with jism. My father chose exactly this moment to push the door
open and knew what I was doing just by laying his eyes on me as he noticed
my stained underwear in my hand. He was holding a glass and I knew he was
drinking Scotch, which he liked to drink once in a while. He looked me in
silence for what seemed an eter
 nity and then said: "You're still full of his cum, aren't you?" It was
more a statement than a question. "How does it feel? Do you like to hold a
man's cum inside your ass after he unloads it in you?" I could tell that he
was a little altered, not yet drunk, but he was less tense now. He
approached a little more. "Tell me son, how many men have done to you what
Rustem did today? 'Cause this was not the first time for you, right? The
way I saw you there, sprawled on the floor with a man plowing mercilessly
his cock in and out of your ass, and you still begged for more, could never
be the first time. So, how long have you been doing this without me and
your mom having the faintest idea about it?"

"Daddy, I'm sorry if you are feeling bad about this situation and I simply
don't know what to say or to do to make you feel better, but this is
something that I can't explain. Yeah, I really like men and I am not the
least interested in girls and I'm sure I will never be, but I don't want
you to be upset or angry. Please, I beg you, don't hate me for being the
way I am. Please!" I was becoming desperate. "You didn't answer my
question, Fernando. How many men have fucked you? How many strangers have
busted your ass open with their cocks? Answer me!" He was getting angry and
I didn't know what to do because I had never seen my father that way. The
water was still running and I shut it off, instead. "So, as you say, you
like men and will never like a girl, right?" he repeated my words. "My son
is a queer, a fag and he likes to take in the ass, just like a whore." He
seemed to be talking to himself. "And after what I saw him doing today he
really is a whore and likes to be treated as one". He paused for a moment
and then amended, "Well, why not?" I didn't understand what he was talking
about, but he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me towards the bedroom,
which was immersed in darkness. I told him that I was going to take a bath,
but he didn't pay attention and pushed me on the bed. I fell on my back
onto the mattress where I remained propped on my elbows and looked at
him. This was madness, my father was getting rid of his clothes, first his
shirt and now he was dropping his pants on the floor. I was afraid but this
emotion began to be overshadowed by a strange fascination. The light of the
bathroom was enough to reveal his body and only then I realized that he had
a well-deline
 ated bulge running the length of his leg, beneath the fabric of his
underwear, which was tight. He was still muttering to himself. "A whore is
all I need right now to give me what I need and I won't even have the
trouble of calling for one because I already have one here right in front
of me". He threw his underwear aside and I kept looking at his bulge, which
had become a hard mast of muscle, full of blood that swayed from side to
side as he got completely naked. Even in my confusion I was able to admire
his body and cock, which was uncut and part of the head was hidden inside
the sheath that covered it.

Without even realizing he was doing it, maybe because it was something he
always did absentmindedly, he took his hard organ in his hand and pulled
down the skin, causing the head to appear in full glory. Then he slowly
leaned forward over me, planting one hand on either side of my body, as if
he wanted to kiss me, I could smell alcohol and sweat, and he turned me
around, making me lay facing down. My heart was racing, and all of a
sudden, I knew what was going to happen. My father had been turned on by
the knowledge and by the sight of his son being fucked by a man... and he
was going to fuck me the same way! He was crazy, drunk, in need of a woman
and wanted to punish me as well. But I didn't care. I was ready for him and
eager to give him whatever he demanded from me. The fact that he was my
father made it even more appealing to me. I had never really thought about
having sex with my dad, but, in that moment, it seemed more than natural
that we ended up with him making use
 of what was his, a creation of his, conceived 13 years ago. He parted my
legs with his knees and lowered himself on top of me, his weight forcing me
down on the mattress, which sag even more with the extra weight, as his
cock was planted in my crack. "A whore is what I got now, a whore who will
take my cock in the ass again and again until I fill it with my cum, you
fucking queer. Isn't it what you want? Didn't you enjoy taking Rustem's
cock up your ass? That's exactly what I will do". He parted my cheeks and
positioned his cock awkwardly in my ass and pushed it forward. The head was
not aligned properly, but I wiggled and squirmed beneath him until I felt
the helmet shape pressing against my ring. His second thrust made his
already leaking cock meet my slick hole and the head slipped in. I yelped
like a puppy at the sudden invasion, not really because it hurt, but
because I was hit by this tingle I am used to when I know I'm about to be
pierced by a cock.

And he grunted. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" I think that he sobered for just a
moment when the sensation of his cock being engulfed by my cum-slimy ass
hit him. Maybe he didn't expect it to be good at all, that what he intended
was to punish me only, and he never even thought he could come to enjoy it
too and was surprised to find out that his son's ass was sweet. As sweet as
a whore's cunt could be!

He dug his fingers on both my cheeks, withdrew his cock and plunged it back
in, making it drive another inch or two down the road into my ass. "Well, I
can see that you are well lubricated with Rustem's cum and that I don't
need to bother about hurting you, right bitch? Once open and stretched it
doesn't hurt that bad, right? How does it feel to have your old man's cock
up your ass, uhn?" He withdrew again, spread my cheeks even wider with his
strong fingers and came down a third time, burying his cock in my hole to
the base, only his balls holding out. I moaned out loud and he asked if I
liked it. I said 'yes' and he asked if I wanted more. I said 'yes'
again. "Fuck, Fernando, I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck
you, you faggot son of a bitch." He rammed his cock again in my ass meaning
to show me that he wanted a better answer. "Tell me that you want to be
fucked like a whore, as you told Rustem, tell me that you want to feel my
cock pounding hard your fuckin
 g slick asshole". His hands were now on my head, one of them pulling on my
hair, and he was spitting his words on my ear and face, almost shouting, as
his hips kept moving back and forth, pushing me down on the mattress, his
cock drilling viciously into my ass. I told him that I wanted his cock up
my ass until he came (Yes, daddy, fuck my asshole with your big cock, fuck
me like a whore, just think I am a whore and fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me...) and he did just as I said. With my cries filling his ears,
he increased his speed at each thrust and soon he was fucking me harder and
harder, his nuts slamming against my cheeks as he pounded me hard with his
cock, driving it in and out and I heard him gasp and grunt.

We hadn't taken our showers yet and our bodies were bathed in sweat. He
exuded his Cologne, sweat, beer and he saw that we had the closest contact
our bodies could have. It was like he wanted to impregnate me not only with
his cum, which would be deposited soon inside of me, but also with his
sweat, his saliva, everything. "Fuck me daddy, fuck me..." I kept saying
and he went wild. He opened his mouth and sank his teeth on my shoulder,
and then on my neck and, sticking his tongue out, began to lick my face and
to suck on the tender flesh of my neck. In less than fifteen minutes he was
cumming. He pushed his body hard against mine and buried his cock in my ass
and slammed it time and time again until his body trembled and he exploded
inside my ass, his mouth opened, glued on my neck, muffling his grunts and
moans. He let out a roar and flexed his muscles as his cock began to spurt
and coat my innards with his also thick and a month old cum, maybe.

His cock still twitched inside my ass, trying to free the last drops of cum
stored in his balls, but my father remained breathing hard on top of me, as
if he had no strength left in him to even roll over onto the bed. Only when
his cock slowly slipped out of my ass, after getting completely limp, he
gathered will enough to pull himself up and entered the bathroom, not
bothering to close the door. Soon I heard the water running and he began to
shower. I took my hand to my asshole and forced some of his cum out and
collected it. I hadn't cum yet and spread his cum on my cock and jerked
off, still feeling the sensation of his cock buried down my chute. I came
in three strokes and lay there, trying to come back to life.