Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2011 19:02:21 +0200 From: S K Subject: Pete's Turkish Fantasy---Chapter Three The usual disclaimers apply. This story is a work of fiction (which means that it is not real), written for the pleasure of adults. It contains imaginary sex scenes between boys and men. If this offends you, please leave this page. The copyright of this story is held by the author. I really would like to hear from you, readers, so send your comments and ideas to spokes1810@gmail.com. This story is dedicated to Nifty writer Larry Flint (also known as Phangasm). I'd like to thank Zac for his "technical advice". Big hugs to my dostum (buddy) Burak for the translation of the Turkish phrases and his brotherly, sexy inspiration. Story codes: adult/youth, interracial, incest Pete's Turkish Fantasy Chapter Three Mehmet Yilmaz led Jim and his son Pete out of his office and directed them towards a staircase, which went all the way down to the building's basement. Ramazan Yerlikaya followed them. The men had put their track pants back on again, but Pete was still naked. They were on their way to the wrestling club's hammam. No one said a word. Pete was still horny as hell. Mr. Yilmaz hadn't allowed him to shoot his load and his cock was so hard that it hurt. His tall, young body was covered with the men's cum. His dad walked next to him, his arm around his son's shoulder. The three men and the teenager reached the wrestling club's hammam. It was very modest, nothing compared to the large and spacious hammams that existed in Turkey as well. The wrestling club's hammam was constructed with a simple purpose: to give the wrestlers an opportunity to wash and relax. As in every hammam, there was a large block of marble in the middle of the room, heated from the inside. In every corner of the dimly lit room were little fountains from which flowed warm water. Between the fountains, constructed against the walls, were marble benches. Whiffs of steam drifted through the hot and humid room and Pete noticed a faint smell of soap. When they entered the hammam, Pete saw that there were already two men. They were sitting on one of the benches and both of them were dripping with water and sweat. They were naked, except for a small red and white towel around their waists. Mr. Yilmaz grinned, turned around towards Pete and said: "Meet two other wrestlers of my club, Yusuf and Ali." Pete stepped forward to say hello to the men, but Mr. Yilmaz ordered him to stand at attention. The kid quickly assumed the position, his shoulders straight, his chest pushed out and his hands behind his back. His cock stood proudly away from his body. The two Turks stood up and looked the young American teen over. Then they exchanged a sly grin and stepped forward. Without saying a word, the oldest man, Ali, gently started to rub his strong, rough hands all over Pete's young body. Soon, his friend Yusuf joined him. They smiled and muttered something to each other, while they savored and explored the teen's hot body. Pete moaned while he received this very erotic massage from the two Turks. Yusuf was 35 years old. He had a strong, slightly chubby body of medium height. His pecs were well-developed and he had a lot of furry hair on his chest. His black eyes looked appreciatively at the young boy whose body he was touching and rubbing. A lewd smile played around his lips. Yusuf's head, short beard and chest hair were sprinkled with drops of sweat and water. His buddy Ali was a tall man, almost as tall as Jim Millard. He was a man in his early forties and had a dark face, wavy black hair and black eyes. He was more muscular than Yusuf, especially his very hairy chest and legs. His lips were thick and sensual under his large Turkish moustache. He stood in front of Pete and winked at the horny kid. Yusuf moved behind Pete and the two Turks continued their massage. Pete felt himself pressed between the two hot wrestlers. He could feel their big calloused hands everywhere on his body. They really worked him over. The men's hands were all over him: on his back, his smooth chest, his small, tight butt, and his long, developing legs. Sometimes, Yusuf would stroke the kid's longish, sweat-matted hair. The two Turks really pressed their strong, masculine bodies against the young American kid and Pete felt two large erections poking him. After a few minutes, the Turks were squeezing the panting and moaning boy tightly between their bodies: Pete was immobilized in a Turkish wrestler sandwich. Meanwhile, Mehmet Yilmaz, Ramazan Yerlikaya and Jim had taken off their track pants and had put loosely tied towels around their waist. Now they were sitting down on one of the marble benches. They watched the two Turks giving Pete a rubdown. Jim lazily played with his cock. Although he just had a ball-draining orgasm, his strong, long daddy dick was standing up again. Mehmet toyed with his shaved balls, his big nut sack hanging out from under his towel. He said to Jim: "You see Jeem, Yusuf and Ali really know how to make boy feel good... They always work together, too. Yusuf and Ali here... they like to feel real pleasure with boys." Jim Millard grinned and replied: "I can see that, my friend! I think that sexy kid of mine is in for a hard and hot time. Fuck, look at the size of their bulges!" At that moment, the two Turkish wrestlers gave each other a signal and suddenly Pete was lifted up a bit, so that the teen was hanging in mid-air, completely wedged in between the two Turks' bodies. Now he was at eye level with Ali. Pete could smell the Turk's very strong, masculine odor. Ali smiled at him. Pete smiled back; he really was turned on by the situation and by this man. Ali then moved his face closer towards Pete's, their foreheads touched and within seconds, Ali's big, strong tongue had invaded Pete's small mouth. Man and boy kissed like their lives depended on it. Yusuf pressed his big body even harder into Pete's; his big erect cock pushed against the small of the kid's smooth back. This way, he grounded the young teen's body into Ali's. Pete moaned and tried to wriggle a bit while being so expertly kissed, but the Turks had really pinned him. He couldn't move an inch and he was enjoying every second of it. He groaned louder now, when he felt his teen cock rub against Ali's hairy and sweaty lower stomach. The feeling of the Turk's strong, wiry hair on his very sensitive cockhead made him wild. Yusuf had started to lick Pete's earlobe and now moved his thick tongue over the teen boy's cheek. His wanted to french kiss the kid too and as he reached Pete's lips, his friend Ali let him plunge his tongue into the boy's sweet mouth. After a while, Ali joined them; now they were sharing a hot, deep, three-way spit-kiss. While he was watching the incredibly hot scene, Pete's father thought: "Damn... I have seen some nasty shit in my life before, but this is fucking unbelievable!" The thought that his own fourteen-year old son was the star of the scene in front of him made his dick even harder. He took it into his hand and forcefully slapped his long cock against the palm of his other hand. The impact sent a wave of pleasure through him and he moaned loudly. Mehmet Yilmaz, who was still pulling and tugging on his big, shaved ball bag, smiled and said: "Having good time, Jeem?" "You bet, man... This sure is one of the hottest things I have ever seen!" The trio in front of them was now a groaning, shivering, moaning, thrashing mass. Sexual energy seemed to radiate from it and Jim wasn't really surprised to see Yusuf thrusting his engorged cock against his boy's ass crack. He understood the man. Having such a sweet boy hole right in front of you and not plunge your cock balls deep into it would be almost a crime. But Mehmet Yilmaz wasn't pleased. He stood up and yelled: "Yusuf! Geri dur! O buyuk sikini cocugun got deliginden cek. Kurali biliyorsun! Onu ilk ben sikecem!" ("Yusuf! Back off! Get your fat cock away from the boy's hole. You know the rules! I get to fuck him first!") Yusuf stepped back reluctantly. His towel had fallen off and his strong, brown cock stood away from his body. Ali gently put Pete back on the floor and the two men and the boy stopped their hot sex play for a moment, coming down to earth again. Pete wondered what would happen next. He felt like he was up for anything. Mehmet barked out another order in Turkish and Ali picked Pete up again and laid the tall kid wrestler down on his stomach on the warm and wet marble block. Yilmaz parted the boy's long legs. He admired the sight of Pete's developed back, his strong legs and mouth-watering ass. Meanwhile, Yusuf had fetched a small bucket of soapy water. He returned to the marble block and poured out the bucket's contents over Pete's body. The boy moaned when he felt the warm, soapy water flowing over his back and legs. Yusuf quickly distributed the soapy liquid all over Pete. He parted the kid's delicious looking butt and let Mehmet Yilmaz the time to have a close look at Pete's small, pink boy hole. Mehmet licked his lips. Yusuf quickly prepared another bucket of water to rinse off the kid and within seconds Pete was cleaned up enough for what would come next. Yusuf climbed up on the block next to him and started to slowly massage Pete's shoulders and upper back. On his bench, Jim Millard looked on as Mehmet Yilmaz slowly, almost ceremoniously, stepped forward between the young blond boy's long, outstretched legs. He laid his big, strong hands on Pete's small, firm butt. The Turk savored the feel of the kid's warm ass. After a moment, he parted Pete's buttocks and knelt down. Mehmet looked right up Pete's ass crack. The kid looked so young and so clean. He parted Pete's ass cheeks even wider and now he could see the boy's hole. It was already moist. Mehmet Yilmaz sighed. It was a real beautiful sight! He gave his firm cock a tug when he imagined that soon, very soon, he would enter his Turkish power tool into the young boy's waiting and wanting ass. Mehmet Yilmaz gently caressed Pete's long legs for a while. He smiled, as he felt the tall kid under him relax completely. He slowly caressed the boy's butt again. To the middle-aged Turkish man, there was nothing better than the feel of a young blond boy's ass. He pulled Pete's body closer to the edge of the marble block, so that that the kid's ass was positioned right in front of him. He sighed, knelt down, winked at his friend Yusuf and then he dipped his tongue into the kid's ass crack. The boy shuddered and wriggled a bit, but Mehmet's strong, hairy hands had a good grip on his butt. The Turkish wrestler pushed his fat, dark purple tongue a little deeper into the kid's crack and savored the taste. He felt the young teen stiffen when his thick black moustache tickled the lad's sensitive ass. "This is so good," Yilmaz thought. And then he drove his tongue right into boy's hole; he just couldn't wait any longer... He had to give this American boy a good licking, while his father was watching. Pete moaned and thrashed his head from side to side as he was being speared deep in his ass. He gasped and groaned as he felt this strange adult man rimming him... The whole situation made him hotter than ever before. He was in Turkey and his deepest fantasies were going to be fulfilled here, at this wrestling club. His mind was almost numb after the exciting things he had experienced during the last few hours. He had almost lost track of time and space, but he knew his Dad was somewhere close, watching him. Although he had already deep-throated the Turk's extremely big cock, he hardly knew the man who was licking his asshole but that made him even hotter. He was in a Turkish hammam now, surrounded by three big, hairy Turkish wrestlers. His dad had given him exactly what he wanted for his birthday. Pete sighed happily. He seemed to melt into the warm slab of wet marble on which he was lying as he gave in to the strong, wet tongue giving him such a good feeling. After he had quickly rinsed off his body with some soapy water, Ramazan Yerlikaya had sat down on one of the benches, too. Now he had a very good view of the young teen being rimmed by his boss. Ramazan played with his cock, wishing he could stay longer at the hammam. But his boss had given him different instructions and Mehmet Yilmaz' orders were always obeyed. So after another short moment of watching Pete getting his butt eaten out, Ramazan sighed and stood up. He quickly put his shiny, tight tracksuit back on and walked out of the room, his erection pointing the way. Before he was going to supervise the youth team's weekly practice, he had to find Mehmet's son Sinan and send the boy downstairs to the hammam. Mehmet Yilmaz was really having a feast on Pete's tight and already wet little ass. He licked it as deep as he could. His big hands had spread apart the boy's butt cheeks as wide as possible, so he could get his strong tongue inside the tasty little hole as deep as he wanted. He tasted and licked and ate that moist asshole for all its worth. Sometimes, he would rub his thick moustache all over the kid's crack and smile when the boy under him moaned and jiggled his butt. Then, using his long fingers, he would open the little boy hole and to try to really french kiss it. But his favorite action was simply to plug his tongue up the kid's hole and to drill it into Pete as deep and as hard as he could. And Pete just lay there, moaning and whimpering, and enjoying every single second of the deep, intense rimming he experienced. Man and boy were so absorbed into in their sex play that they didn't even hear the door open. A boy dressed in the club's red wrestling singlet entered the hammam. It was young Sinan Yilmaz. He was a tall boy for his age, with long, thin legs and arms. He was starting to develop a more visible musculature, but still had some baby fat around his small waist. His short hair was black and shiny. Sinan was a healthy, good-looking boy. The most striking were his black, smoldering eyes. Men who saw the little wrestler for the first time were always surprised and even excited by the kid's very mature look. Sinan's eyes radiated a strange sort of passion, very unusual in a boy of that age. But then he was no ordinary kid. His father had trained him very well, not only to be a good wrestler, but to be a good little sex puppy, too. Sinan looked around for a moment and then he discovered his father. He quickly walked over to the man on his knees eating the ass of an older boy he didn't know and said: "Geldim babacim. Benden ne yapmami istersin?" ("Here I am, father. What do you want me to do?") Hardly looking at his youngest son, Mehmet said to the boy: "Sinan, Bay Millard'in yanina git. Ne yapacagini biliyorsun!" ("Sinan, you go to Mr. Millard over there. You know what to do!") His son bowed to him, but Mehmet didn't see it. The horny Turk had already buried his tongue in Pete's hot asshole again. As he reached the marble bench on which Jim Millard was sitting, well-trained Sinan lowered himself on his knees and he took hold of the man's hands. He looked up to Jim and then he gently kissed the man's hands several times. Jim got very excited by this gesture of respect and submission. He stroked Sinan's soft dark hair and said: "Hello, little man." Sinan didn't understand him, but he sensed that the older American man liked him. He pointed to himself and said: "Sinan." Jim Millard smiled and, pointing to himself, told the sexy kid in front of him his name. Sinan looked straight into the man's eyes and slowly licked his lips. Jim chuckled and said: "Wow, you sure are a hot kid." Sinan smiled and stood up again. He seemed to present his young body to the American. Jim put his hands on the boy's small shoulders and enjoyed the softness of the kid's flesh. He smiled at Sinan. "You're a beautiful little guy, too." The Turkish kid didn't understand a word, but he enjoyed the man's touch. Jim said: "Let's get you a bit more comfortable, okay son?" He took hold of the small singlet's straps and pulled them down, exposing the boy's pale, smooth chest. Jim gently stroked the kid's warm, soft chest and stomach. Then he directed his attention to Sinan's small, reddish nipples. He looked at the boy, as he gently pinched and rubbed the two tiny knobs. Sinan smiled again and sighed. Next, Jim gently pulled up Sinan's arms and he licked off some of the boy's sweat that had collected in the young wrestler's armpits. After the initial sampling of the boy's cute and tasty body, Jim leant back against the wall again and waited for what the Turkish boy would do next. Sinan smiled at Jim and knelt down again in front of the man. He seductively licked his soft lips and then lowered his head and buried his face in the older man's crotch. For a few moments he held still, while sniffing deeply. The strong odors of the man's cock and balls hit his nostrils. As young as he was, Sinan loved to smell men's crotches. After a couple of more deep whiffs, he sucked the man's hard dick into his small, soft mouth. Jim gasped. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he felt his balls bumping against Sinan's chin. The talented kid had sucked his cock into his throat in one straight go. "Ahhhh? Yeahhhh! Your dad was right, kid... You sure are a well-trained little cock puppy... Ohhhhhh YEAHHHHH!" Jim moaned loudly, as he felt Sinan starting to milk his daddy dick with his supple throat muscles. He opened his long, hairy legs wider, giving the hot boy as much access to his fuckstick as possible. He looked over to the big marble block again, to see what was going on between Mehmet Yilmaz and his son. The big Turk was ready for some real action. After plunging three big fingers into Pete's open hole to see whether the boy was opened up enough, he stood up. His monster cock was rock-hard and shiny with precum. Mehmet reached down and grabbed the little bottle of oil he always had ready in the hamman. He opened the bottle's cap and while squirting a large quantity of its slick content on his 12-inch rod, he gruffly said to Pete: "On your back, boy. I want fuck now." Pete sighed with anticipation and rolled over. The big Turk towered over him; the man's fucktool looked as if it was more than ready to be rammed up his hole. Pete shuddered while he thought about that enormous thing inside his small butt. It was so big! He let his eyes slowly running up the huge man's thick, hair-covered torso, the fat, protruding nipples, the thick handlebar mustache and full lower lip, dripping with sweat and saliva. Yeah, Pete felt that he really wanted to be fucked by this powerful hulk of a man! He needed to feel the bulk of this foreign, hairy man claiming him and to feel the power of that Turkish cannon dilating and hosing the insides of his boy ass. Mehmet grabbed Pete's legs, spread them wide and put the boy's feet against his hairy chest. He looked down at the young guy, all spread out for him. Pete's little hole quivered. Mehmet gave his cock a few more strokes and then ran his fingers around and inside Pete's hole to lube up the kid as well. He then got hold of his fleshy manhood and aimed it at Pete's spasming butt hole. "Easy, boy..." And then he plunged forward, pushing his big, flaring cockhead into Pete's ass chute. Pete yelped. The attack was so forceful, he felt as if the air was knocked out of his lungs! The wrestler pushed harder. He had already buried three very thick inches of his Turkish cock up the moaning and slightly resisting boy's asshole. But because he had grabbed Pete very tightly by the waist, the boy couldn't move away. Mehmet grinned; he always loved this moment. Wanting to tease the American teen a bit, he asked Pete: "Feels good, boy? Big Turk cock? Like you wanted?" Pete whimpered. He desperately tried to get used to that monster dick slowly invading his ass. Mehmet Yilmaz kept pushing more and more cock into his small ass. Pete gave up the struggle. He knew he couldn't fight the powerful wrestler. His whole body glowed and it felt as if all his nerves were centered in his tender butt. He had started to sweat. The Turk just pushed more and more of his cut cock into the kid's hole. Without realizing it, Pete was already stuffed with eight fat inches of Mehmet's steel-hard pole. Mehmet held the kid in an iron grip as he continued to ram his fucktool deeper and deeper into Pete's incredibly tight boy chute. The Turk felt with satisfaction that the boy's ass started to milk his cock. At last, Pete felt the Turkish wrestler's balls slam against his hole. He had taken all of the man's 12-inch monster cock up his ass! Feeling very proud, Pete smiled to himself and hoped that his dad had seen it all. It had been very hard for him to take Yilmaz' dick up his ass so quickly and he knew this wasn't going to be an easy fuck, but despite the pain, he was already enjoying every single second of it. Of course his father had seen everything. His cock had grown even harder as he witnessed Pete being speared by Mehmet's enormous cock. The man and the boy on the marble block weren't moving. Mehmet Yilmaz held completely still to give the boy a chance to get used to his supersized dick. Jim could see his boy sweating and panting. He wondered how his son was doing and wanted to get a good look at his own flesh and blood in his sexy position. He gently pushed Sinan away from his dick and walked over to Pete. "Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked his panting and moaning son. "Ohhhhh dad... dad..." moaned Pete. "What is it, boy?" Jim Millard brought his head closer to his son's red and sweaty face. Pete's eyes were shut and his father could see now, that the boy was experiencing sensations of pure pleasure mixed with pain. "Ohhh fuckkkk... Dad... he's sooo big... ahhhh yeahhhhh..." Jim looked up at Mehmet and winked at the Turk. The sweaty wrestler shot Jim a lewd smile. Jim gently brushed his son's damp hair back from his forehead and asked: "What's so big then, buddy?" "His... ohhhhh... his cock..." whispered his son. "What did you say, sport?" Jim asked teasingly. "His... aghhhh... COCK... is sooo BIG, dad!" Pete moaned a bit louder. His father chuckled and said slowly: "And you like it big, huh boy? You like having Mr. Yilmaz' BIG cock up your little ass, right? That makes you feel so good, huh boy?" Pete nodded and said: "It feels... ahhhhh yessssss... FUCKING fantastic, dad!" Jim gave his son a kiss on the forehead. Then, he said slowly to his brave little trooper: "But you know kiddo... Mr. Yilmaz hasn't even started to fuck you yet. He just has put all of his long, thick Turkish cock deep into your ass and now he's stretching your little tight hole. Getting you used to that big, cut dick of his... And you know what he'll do next, boy?" Pete shuddered and sighed. He whispered: "No dad..." "When that teen butt of yours is opened up enough for his big man meat, he'll grab your hips even harder and start to fuck you... He's really going to breed you, little man... He'll spike you so fucking hard... You can count on that!" Pete whimpered. His body shook from excitement. His father's dirty talk, the heat in the place, the fact that he was surrounded by four grown men watching him and the massive cock up his small ass was almost too much for the fourteen-year old. Jim Millard stood up and before going back to the marble bench to get his dick sucked again by Sinan, he said to his son: "Enjoy it, my sexy jock." While passing Yilmaz, who still was making Pete used to his enormous cock, he gave the Turk a thumbs-up sign. Jim sat down again and sighed as he felt Sinan's small tongue starting to lick his low hanging balls. "This is the life!" he thought, as he felt Sinan skillfully taking his bloated, leaking cockhead into his mouth. He then grabbed the boy's head and slowly fed Sinan his dick. While he heard the young Turk moaning while sucking on the big cock in his small mouth, Jim looked over to at the marble block again. Ali and Yusuf were sitting close to his son on the block as well, both men ready to see Mehmet Yilmaz fucking Pete. Pete meanwhile was experiencing both pain and pleasure. The wrestler's cock was really huge! It stretched his tight ass hole as it had never been stretched before. Pete whimpered; it seemed as if Mehmet Yilmaz' cock grew even bigger in his ass. The boy sweated even more now. He almost felt afraid. Would he able to endure the Turk's fuck? Pete tried to relax as much as he could, but he felt nervous. And yet, he noticed that he hadn't lost his hardon. His teen cock was hard and red as ever. Pete had to admit that he was horny as hell... but Mr. Yilmaz' cock was so incredibly big. And then Mehmet Yilmaz slowly eased his cock out of the boy's asshole. He sighed deeply and then immediately moved his hips forward again, impaling Pete in one clean stroke. The kid yelled with surprise. The Turk slowly withdrew his dick from the boy's wet hole and immediately plunged it in again. He just ignored Pete's yelps of pain and pleasure. Again, he slid his throbbing cock out of Pete's hole and then slammed it back in. Pete quickly understood that he had to get used to that Turkish monster dick as fast as he could: Mehmet Yilmaz wouldn't go easy on him. The Turkish wrestler was at this moment only interested in his own pleasure. He knew that the boy would relax and take his master cock with pleasure very soon. All the boys he'd ever fucked had done so. He grabbed the boy's hips even tighter as he established a powerful fucking rhythm. Pete moaned and whimpered and trashed his body, but he was completely at the mercy of the strong Turkish man. Ali and Yusuf watched the young wrestler being slowly pounded by their boss. Ali sensed the difficulties Pete had in getting used to that super tool and decided to help the kid a bit. He stood up and slowly lowered himself down over Pete's face. He then positioned his big, shaved ball bag inches above Pete's mouth. Pete stuck out his tongue and started to lap at the two heavy orbs swinging above him. Their texture was smooth to his tongue and Pete enjoyed their funky smell. He tried to suck both nuts into his mouth, but they were too big. While working on the Turk's heavy nuts, he noticed that he didn't think about the pain in his butt anymore. Ali grabbed his ball bag and tried to push it into the boy's mouth. The kid's tongue was making him feel so good! While Jim Millard watched the action on the block, he felt that he needed to fuck badly, too. Seeing his son being nailed by Mehmet made him want to plug Sinan's little hole and give the Turkish kid a fucking that would be just as deep and hard as the one the boy's father was giving Pete. He withdrew his slicked-up cock from Sinan's mouth, placed his hands in the kid's armpits and gently helped the boy up from the floor. Jim smiled and pointed to Mehmet and Pete. "I want to fuck you, Sinan... You understand that?" Sinan grinned and nodded. He knew exactly what the American man wanted. He pushed his hands against Jim Millard's chest and gently made the man sit down on the marble bench again. He climbed unto the tall man's lap and placed the rock hard cock between his small ass cheeks. Jim felt to his surprise that the Turkish kid was already lubed up. He grinned at Sinan and said: "You really are a prepared little scout, son! Fuck, that's so HOT!" Sinan just smiled and wriggled his little bum to get the man's cockhead lined up right in front of his asshole. Jim leaned back and let the kid do all the work. A few moments later, he felt his dickhead slowly entering the young boy's small hole. It was almost as if Sinan's hole was sucking Jim's daddy cock inside by itself! "Holy shit, boy! YEAHHHH.... Get it up there! Open up that boy butt! MMMMMM.... So hot..." Slowly but surely, Jim felt his dick disappear into Sinan's hole. The boy's ass muscles were squeezing his cock. Jim could tell that young Sinan had the experience of taking dicks up his little boy hole. It felt so good. Sinan, who was used to fatter cocks, had no trouble at all to get Jim's long, slender dick up his eager little ass. Soon, the American felt his pubes resting against Sinan's hairless boy butt. Sinan gave Jim a sexy smile again and then started to ride the man. Jim could only moan. "This Turkish kid is amazing!" he thought. He opened his eyes and got even more excited when he saw the deep concentration and pleasure on Sinan's sweaty face. He grabbed the kid's small hips and pushed the boy even deeper down onto his cock. "Come on, little cowboy! Ride 'em!" he cried out. Sinan understood that. The boy grinned, threw his right arm into the air and cried: "YEE-HAAH!" Both man and boy laughed, but soon the intense fuck pleasure overtook them again and the only sounds were Jim's heavy breathing and moaning and the moist sounds of his daddy dick pistoning in and out of the boy's ass. Pete meanwhile had been ordered to get up his hands and knees. Yusuf and Ali had reluctantly moved away, understanding that their boss wanted the cute American all for himself. Ali, who had grown fond of Pete, had stroked the boy's soft, sweaty hair. He knew the kid was in for a long, hard fuck. He scuttled over to Yusuf and the two men started to slowly jack their cocks, watching the action only a few feet away from them. Mehmet Yilmaz had a vice-like grip on Pete's hips. The boy wasn't able to move an inch. For a while, Mehmet simply fucked the boy with long, but hard strokes. To his experience, this always helped kids who were new to his massive tool to relax and give in to its girth and power. And indeed, Pete regained his breath and got used to the Turkish wrestler's cock in his ass. Then he felt the hot Turk withdraw his fat dick from his butt, only to feel it forced back in and Pete was being corkscrewed now, with incredibly short, jabbing strokes. He cried out with pleasure. Stars exploded in his brain again and his sight became fuzzy as he felt how the Turkish wrestler fucked him deep and hard. He was glad Mr. Yilmaz was holding him so tight; otherwise he might have dropped down on the block again. The pleasure he was feeling was so deep and the butt pounding he was receiving was so hard, that he didn't have the strength any more to support his bodyweight with his hands and he slummed down on the marble block, his ass sticking up in the air. Mehmet Yilmaz grinned, but continued the assault on the young American's ass hole. Pete just lay there as a rag doll, his tall body rocking back and forwards with the Turk's fucking motion. The teen was lost in time and space. His father had fucked him many times and on occasions very hard too, but the fucking he was receiving now from the Turkish wrestler was a totally different thing. He moaned loudly; the pleasure was so deep! Soon, the man and the boy had fallen into a steady pounding rhythm. Pete's eyes were half-closed in pleasure. He tried to turn his head to look up at Mr. Yilmaz, whose face showed a deep fucking concentration. The wrestler moved his hips with force, screwing his cock in to the young American's hole. The Turk was a talented fucker and he used all his skills and experience to give the cute, horny kid under him a birthday fuck to remember. Mehmet Yilmaz needed to change position. He wanted to fuck the blond boy as deep as possible. He eased his rock-hard Turkish sword of flesh out of Pete and grabbed the kid's left arm and pulled him up. He wiped off his sweaty forehead and grunted to the panting boy: "You stand against wall." Pete stood up. His legs felt shaky and he slowly walked towards the wall closest to the marble bench on which his father was busy fucking Sinan. While walking the short distance, he couldn't resist giving his dripping, angry-red teen cock a few strokes. But Mr. Yilmaz saw it and the Turk quickly grabbed Pete's hands and put them flat against the damp wall of the hammam. Pete sighed; he was so hot and horny! He already missed the Turk's thick cock up his ass. He didn't have to wait long to get his little tail plugged again by Mr. Yilmaz. The wrestler pressed his sweaty, hairy body into Pete's back and in a fluid motion drove his mighty man tool home again. "Oh yeahhhh?" sighed Pete happily. Mehmet Yilmaz growled some rough-sounding Turkish words into his ear and grabbed Pete's hips again. Pete was sure the Turk's strong hands had already left red marks on his white skin, but he didn't care. Now that he was being fucked so hard and so deep by this wrestler stud, he knew he could take it like a man! Pete pushed his ass out and he felt Mr. Yilmaz' cock enter him even deeper than before. Soon, they were fucking incredibly hard and fast again. The Turkish wrestler was almost driving Pete through the wall and Pete felt his throbbing teen cock squirting large globs of precum. He quickly bent his dick downwards to give it more space and not being crushed into the wall. "Oh yeahhhh man? Fuck me? please fuck me DEEP..!" Pete suddenly yelled. He had regained his breath and had gotten used to Mr. Yilmaz super cock. He and dad always egged each other on while fucking. The Turk grunted back: "Open dat little hole, boy? work my big Turkish cock!" And Pete milked and squeezed the fat dick up his horny hole as well as he could. He really felt like the big, Turkish man behind him had claimed him and all he could do was to enjoy it. Jim Millard meanwhile decided to follow Yilmaz' example. He grabbed Sinan's slender frame and slowly stood up, his dick still deep inside the kid's ass. Without removing it from the boy's butt, he marched the boy over to the wall. It took him a few seconds to pull his cock out of Sinan's boy hole, push the boy against the wall and to quickly drive his daddy dick home again. Now the two horny dads stood side by side, fucking each other's willing sons. Yusuf and Ali, both with big grins on their faces, continued to slowly fist their big, leaking cocks. They were really enjoying the hot scene in front of them. They had already seen loads of extremely horny and perverted things since they had joined Mehmet Yilmaz' wrestling club some years ago, but what they were witnessing today was one of the hottest moments they had ever experienced. The two buddies sat shoulder to shoulder, feeling the heat of each other's hot and sweaty bodies, as they slowly jacked their shiny, precum-slick Turkish dicks, while watching the two men fuck the two boys pressed against the wall. They saw how Mehmet Yilmaz suddenly gave Jim Millard a slap on his butt, as if he wanted the American to fuck his son even deeper. It drove Jim over the edge. The feeling of his long cock deeply embedded in the young Turk's ass hole and then the encouraging slap from the boy's father was too much. He growled, rammed his cock as deep into young Sinan as he could, pushing the boy flat against the moist wall and he started to cum. He flooded Sinan's hole with several powerful spurts of his creamy daddy spunk. The tall man could feel his nuts drain themselves in the kid's wanting hole. Sinan suddenly yelped and Jim Millard felt the boy's body rocking from his orgasm. "Yeah, sweet little man... Enjoy it..." he hissed into Sinan's ear, while holding the trembling boy's body tightly. "Yeah... cum for daddy, son... Cum for daddy..." When Sinan had ridden out his forceful dry cum and stopped shaking, Jim slowly pulled his now completely spent dick from the kid's asshole. A slow stream of fresh spunk started to run from Sinan's well-used fuck chute. Jim quickly scooped up a thick glob of his own thick cum from between the little wrestler's ass cheeks and held it up to Sinan's half-open mouth. The boy immediately started to suck his fingers clean. "That's it boy... eat my cum, Sinan... Lick it all up..." Jim said, not caring whether or not the Turkish boy understood him. He just wanted to feed the little guy some of his special daddy protein. And the well-trained boy greedily lapped up the warm spooge the man offered him. Having fed Sinan as much cum from the freshly-fucked kid's ass as he could scoop up, Jim led the boy back to the marble bench and they sat down together. Coming down after their hard fuck and shuddering orgasms, man and boy watched Mehmet Yilmaz continue to fuck Pete. Jim slowly stroked Sinan damp black hair, while the boy pressed himself against Jim's wet, hairy chest. Mehmet Yilmaz felt that he was getting very close to cumming as well. He needed to his rocks off quickly now. Still pummeling the skinny kid, he grabbed Pete by the hair and growled to the boy: "I'm almost?there, boy. You ready?for special?Turkish birzday juize?" Pete groaned with lust and yelled: "Oh fuck yeah man! Please? I want your Turkish wrestler cum? All of it!" Mehmet slapped Pete's ass a couple of times, enjoying the stinging sounds and the yelps of the boy. He quickly pulled his dick out of Pete's wide-open ass hole and said gruffly: "You back to middle stone?" Mehmet Yilmaz ordered the boy on his back; he wanted to shoot his thick, Turkish spooge up Pete's ass deep as possible. He rammed his power tool up Pete's butt again and started to fuck even harder then before. He was very close to unload the contents of his heavy nuts into the boy's well-fucked hole. Pete stretched out his arms and started to pinch and squeeze the Turks' thick, rubbery nipples. Mehmet Yilmaz wasn't used to this and he yowled with pleasure, while at the same time he rammed his dick as hard and as deep up the horny American kid. His heavy balls slapped against Pete's flesh. The kid was squeezing his cock in an iron grip, while still twisting and pinching his nipples. For the experienced athlete with his incredible stamina and his long experience of spiking boys with his mammoth fuck tool, it was too much. Mehmet Yilmaz slammed forward one more time, impaling Pete on his dick as deep as he could and held still. Pete felt the Turk's cock getting even bigger and then? With an ear-splitting roar, Mehmet Yilmaz started to shoot! And shoot! And shoot! Pete felt torrents of steaming man spunk forcefully enter his ravaged ass. He shuddered. His young body bucked and writhed. It was as if Mr. Yilmaz was shooting off a gun into his tender butt. The Turk just kept cumming and cumming. His load of wrestler spunk was too big for Pete's asshole and soon it started to dribble down the teen's thighs. Mehmet Yilmaz yanked his still firing cock out of Pete's hole and aimed his sperm gun at the boy's face. His mouth wide open, Pete received another 5 thick, powerful blasts of spicy Turkish spooge right into his face and hair. He swallowed as much of Mr. Yilmaz' creamy globs of seed as possible, while moaning with satisfaction. This was heaven! Mehmet finished cumming at last. He squeezed the last drops of cum out of his wet, sticky cock and rubbed it onto Pete's face to clean it. Pete tried to get the man's dick into his mouth again, but Mehmet Yilmaz pushed his face away. He turned to Ali and Yusuf, who were still sitting close together on the marble block, playing with their stiff members. The wrestling club's boss said: "Cocugu ayaga kaldir ve bosalmasini sagla. Gencecik tasaklarinin patlamasini isternem!" ("Get him to stand up and make him shoot his load. I don't want his young balls to explode!") Ali grinned and with the help of his buddy Yusuf, he gently lifted the panting boy up from the marble block. The two Turks firmly supported the thoroughly fucked kid, who was hardly able to stand up. They made Pete walk a few steps around the marble block and stopped him right in front of the bench where his dad was sitting. Jim Millard suddenly seemed to forget about young Sinan; his own son was such a sexy sight! Pete had gotten his breath back. His body was slick with water, sweat and thick globs of Mehmet Yilmaz' Turkish cum. His wet hair had fallen into his face again and his eyes were glazed. The teen wrestler looked as if he was completely exhausted. The only thing that still had strength in it was the boy's rock-hard, angry red cock. It literally throbbed with lust. Pete's dad knew that his son needed to release his boy juices soon or the poor boy would go insane. Looking at his sex-crazed son made his own dick hard as steel again. Ali said something to Yusuf, who nodded and moved behind the young American. Sinan grinned wickedly; he knew what was going to happen. Jim Millard saw how Yusuf grabbed Pete's hands and held them firmly behind the kid's back. This way, Pete's quivering cock was standing out even more. Ali stepped in front of the boy and smiled lustily at the horny, dazed kid. He slipped his hand between Pete's legs and ran it up and down the muscle between the base of the teen's cock and his ass. Ali felt the incredible hardness of the muscle. It needed to be as hard as possible for what Mehmet Yilmaz wanted him and Yusuf to do. He felt as well that the whole area of Pete's butt was covered with Yilmaz' sticky sperm. Ali stroked and pushed the kid's cock muscle a few times and when he drew back his hand, it was covered with thick globs of Mehmet Yilmaz' spicy seed. Ali held up his cum-covered hand to Pete's face and the boy immediately started to lick it clean. "Aferin oglum?" ("Good boy?"), Ali muttered. He had never seen a kid so sexed-up and eager. Satisfied that the teen was more than ready for the very special treatment he and Yusuf had in store for him, the hairy Turk slicked up his right hand with some of his spit and grabbed Pete forcefully by the balls. The kid yelped, more a scream of surprise than of pain, but Ali held firm. He rolled Pete's nuts around in his large hand, noticing how full and hard they were. The young teen's balls were really bunched up in their bag and hard as plums. After a few moments Pete relaxed; he accepted that his sperm bag was in the older man's tight grip. Ali nodded to Yusuf, who held the kid's arms even tighter. Ali released Pete's balls for just an instant. He cupped his large hand, aimed for the youngster's ball bag and suddenly smacked the hot teen's balls against that hard muscle between Pete's cock and ass. Pete's body jolted and he cried out: "ARGHHHHHHH.... AHHHHHH.... OHHHHH FUCKKK...!" Again, Ali smacked Pete's balls against the firm muscle and again Pete's body shuddered as if being electrified. Yusuf allowed the moaning teen to buckle his knees a bit. He wouldn't be able to escape from Ali anyway. Again, the Turk slammed the kid's drawn-up nuts against that ridge of muscle and Pete moaned: "OHHHH man! This.... OH YEAHHHH... Ah wow.... feels so FUCKING GOOD!" The sensations now shooting through his well-fucked body were indescribable. Sure, Pete's balls were hurting, though it was bearable, but there was this deep, deep feeling of pure pleasure that made the boy even hotter and more desperate to cum than ever before. Every time Ali smacked his balls, Pete felt this searing shock of pleasure whipping through his balls, his entire cock and even his brutally banged prostate. He hung limply in Yusuf's arms now, completely surrendering to Ali. Again and again the strong Turk smacked Pete's tender balls. He could see that the kid's need to cum was increasing rapidly. He nodded to Yusuf and as if on cue, the Turk who held Pete's arms started to whisper into the ears of the dazed, pleasure-struck boy. "Yeah sexy little boy... You like thiz? Huh, you little sex animal? You like what Ali does with your little ballz? He make you... shoot so hard! Come on, boy... shoot your... cum. Cum for us... yeah, cum for us..." Pete loved dirty talk and hearing Yusuf's low, raspy voice whispering in his ear make him moan and babble even louder. "OHHHHH FUCKKKK.... Yeah man! Smack my fucking NUTS!!! OHH YEAHHHHHH.... Work them, dude.... smack them GOOD! I... I... OH SHIT... I'm getting... FUCK! I need to.... need to cum NOW!!!" Ali saw Pete's body going completely rigid. Yusuf felt the young teen straining all his muscles. On the bench, Jim Millard saw the familiar way his son rolled his eyes, getting ready to shoot his pent-up load of teen spooge. Jim stood up quickly and walked towards his son, while pulling on his hard cock. "Come on boy... shoot that load! Show those Turkish studs what a man you already are!" Jim encouraged his son. Pete rolled his eyes even further back into his head. Then, his whole body started to shake uncontrollably, starting from his toes until his whole body was twitching and shaking. The fourteen-year old opened his mouth and while he let out an enormous yell, thick spurts of teen cum started to shoot out of his cock. Pete kept yelling and shaking. The men around him were amazed at the intensity of the boy's orgasm. Pete shot four, five, six strong spurts of creamy spunk all over himself and Ali. His cum was flying everywhere. Even his dad, standing close to him, got a full volley of his son's spunk canon. Pete still hadn't finished yet. He kept groaning and yelling while four more shots of his teen cream left his firing dick. Jim Millard watched it all and jacked his cock like a mad man. Soon, he shot his load as well, all over his son's battered balls. Yusuf then pushed the kid down to his knees and was now jerking off furiously in the boy's face. Of course it didn't take the Turk very long to reach his point of no return, not after all the jacking and edging he had done during the boy's first Turkish fuck. Roaring, he unloaded the contents of his big balls in Pete's face and hair. Ali was using both his hands to bring himself to his climax, while licking his thick lips and muttering dirty words in Turkish. Pete sat on the floor now, completely spent. His back supported by the marble block, he weakly looked up at Ali. With a last bit of his strength, the boy smiled at the Turk towering above him and started to lick some spooge off his face. Seeing Pete doing that drove Ali over the edge and he too covered Pete with another shower of thick, Turkish seed. Pete absent-mindedly stroked his chest, rubbing the various loads of cum into his skin. It took the men a few moments to come down to earth again after their powerful orgasms. They looked at each other and at the spent boy on the floor and chuckled. It was Mehmet Yilmaz who acted first and he clapped his hands while looking at his son. Sinan understood his father's order and he quickly started to fill a few buckets with warm, soapy water. Meanwhile, Jim and Ali gently lifted Pete up and laid him on the marble block again. The boy looked very satisfied, but extremely tired as well. Mehmet had fucked him royally, Ali and Yusuf had almost busted his balls and now the boy was completely spent. Jim smiled as he saw his son almost falling asleep, right then and there. "Easy, sexy boy, easy... Don't worry... We'll find you a place to sleep...," he whispered into his son's ear. Pete smiled weakly. Sinan started to wash Pete. Mehmet took Jim aside and offered him and his son a simple bed in the club's dorm. Not only for tonight, but for their whole stay. "That way... Pete will be...where the action iz, right?" grinned the Turkish wrestler, while rubbing Jim's back. "Sure thing, man. Right where the action is!" The two men chuckled. As soon as Pete was clean and dry again, Jim Millard took his son in his arms and carried the boy off to the club's small dorm, Mehmet Yilmaz, who had put on his shiny tracksuit pants again, lead the way, bare-chested. The dorm was a simple room, full of iron beds. Jim laid his son down on one of the beds and covered him with a rough blanket. Mr. Yilmaz meanwhile told Jim that the dorm was sometimes used by wrestlers visiting the club. The younger wrestlers, that is. The veterans and the officials usually stayed in hotels. "I theenk you understand, my friend, that growing boys need some... supervision while they are here. Ali or one of the other wrestlerz usually sleeps here, too. To keep things under control, you see..? Jim looked at his host and he slowly nodded. The thought of one man and a bunch of young wrestlers undressing, sleeping and horsing around so close together in this dorm turned him on. Mehmet Yilmaz smiled as if he had guessed the other father's thoughts. He slapped Jim friendly on his back, winked and left the dorm. Jim Millard sat down on the edge of the iron bed. He gently stroked his son's face and said quietly: "Sleep well, birthday boy." "Dad? It was amazing?" Pete whispered, just before falling asleep. END OF PART THREE Okay men, that was the third chapter. I know it took me a v e r y long time to write it. Sorry about that; I'd like to thank you for your patience and encouragement. I think I'll continue this story, but I need your ideas for that, too. So please send me your thoughts, comments and (legal!) pictures. You can reach me at spokes1810@gmail.com. Thanks! (During the writing of this chapter I wore my old spandex cycling shorts. Anyone interested?)