Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 17:15:18 +1030
From: Marcus McNally <marcusis32@live.com.au>
Subject: Turkish Delight 1

This story contains sexual situations between two males and a female. If
material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story.
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It had been at least a year since I'd last seen Nick.  We'd finally
completed our University degrees and we combined that celebration with a
very boozy night on the town with some mates for Nick's 24th birthday, and
then he was off to spend a year travelling overseas.  We stayed in touch
via email and I was able to see a lot of his happy holiday snaps on his
Facebook page.  Typically he was pictured grinning from ear to ear, more
often than not with a cold beer in his hand and usually with his arm around
some hot babe. Nick certainly had no problem pulling chicks.  He attracted
them with his boyish charm, his contagious sense of humor and his
incredible good looks.

It was his suntanned, handsome face that initially reeled them in, but I
suspect it was his magnum-sized cock that kept them hanging around.
Sharing a room with him on campus, I'd seen it more times than I cared to
count and on those occasions I'd seen it fully hard, I had to agree with
his indiscrete girlfriends that it should have been a national monument.

I'm no slouch in the dick department either, and I usually had no trouble
getting laid, but there was something about the ease with which Nick got
into girls' pants that made him the envy of all the guys in our year level.

As he trekked through the US and UK he'd often email me, trying to convince
me to join him along the way so we could, as he put it, "get into some
nasty trouble".  Tempting as it was, my finances were a little low and all
I could do was assure him I was saving as hard as I could!

By the time he reached the Middle East, I'd pulled together enough bucks to
be able to at least fly to meet him in Turkey for the remaining days he was
there, with a three day London stopover on the way back.  Accommodation, he
assured me, would be no problem; I'd just bunk with him.  All I really
needed was spending money.

And so here I was, flying into Ataturk International Airport in Istanbul
early Monday morning, after a debilitating flight from Australia via
Singapore and London.  I welcomed the change of flight at Heathrow to get
away from the baby in the seat behind me who'd cried all the way from
Singapore, only to find myself next to two excited and loud teenaged girls
for the three and a half hour flight to Turkey.

Finally through customs, I walked outside into hot and humid Yesilkoy.
Nick had said he'd try and be there to pick me up but I half expected him
not to.  Reliability was never his strong suit.  Not to worry; I negotiated
a reasonable fare with a cab driver to Sultanahmet, where Nick was holed up
in a boutique hotel called The Empress.  Along the way I call his mobile
phone and after some whoops and hollers from Nick, I agreed to meet him in
the hotel's ground floor kitchen bar.

As my ears and nose acclimatized to the sounds and smells of Istanbul, I
began to relax and within 30 minutes my driver pulled up outside the rather
old but grand looking Empress Hotel.  I paid him, picked up my suitcases
and strode through the hotel foyer.  I stood looking around for the bar
when I heard an unmistakable voice yell "Hey Lukey!  In here maaaaate!!"
and turning around I saw Nick's beaming face and beckoning hand.

I strode over to him and was immediately engulfed in a bear hug, a hand
slapping my back as Nick said "Great to see you, you ugly cunt!".

I laughed; "Yeah, great to see you too, mate!".

"Lukey, I want you to meet someone," Nick said, stepping aside to introduce
a very pretty Swedish girl of about 19 or 20.  "This is Christina."  I
smiled and Christina and I shook hands.  "I have heard about you already
from Nick," she said.  "He is happy you are here."

"Well he's kept you quiet," I replied with a grin.  "I understand why!".

Christina smiled and stood.  She kissed Nick on the lips, and said "I have
a part time job in a coffee shop and I'll be late," before surprising me
with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"See you tonight babe," Nick said, his eyes glued to her shapely ass, only
just encased in a short skirt.  As she disappeared through the hotel foyer,
he turned back to me and grinned.

"So mate," I said.  "Didn't take you long to get lucky.  You just meet
her?".

"Nah," Nick replied.  "Met her in a bar on Friday night and I've been
banging her all weekend.  Man, she just loves the dick! She's got a pussy
that won't quit!"

"So, true love at last Nick?" I laughed.

"Yeah right!" he laughed.  "True lust more like it.  She's staying with me
for the next three nights before she flies back to Sweden on Thursday.  You
don't mind?"

"Of course not, mate" I grinned.  "I'd never want to stand in the way of
you getting your dick wet!".

"Atta boy!" Nick replied, punching my arm.  He ordered two Turkish coffees
which we drank before Nick grabbed one of my bags.  "Let's get these up to
the room."

Rather than wait for the elevator, we bounded up two flights of stairs
before Nick pulled out a key and opened the door of a corner room on the
second floor.  I was expecting the worst and was surprised by how big the
suite was.  Bright and elegantly furnished, it had a queen size bed in a
wooden alcove, and a double bed in the main space with breathtaking views
from several windows, a marble Turkish style hamam bathroom, a kitchenette
and oven and fridge, and outside, a private terrace with a view of the Blue
Mosque.

Nick dropped my bags on the double bed and nodded towards the alcove and
the queen size bed which was positioned behind a thin parted curtain,
seemingly the token nod to privacy.  "That's my work bench," he grinned.

I noticed a small plastic bag sitting on my pillow and on closer
inspection, realized it was a pair of earplugs.  I looked at Nick and
raised my eyebrows.  "The hotel supplies them because the early morning
call to prayer can wake the dead," he said.  "But you might wanna wear them
after lights out too!"

We both laughed and Nick again engulfed me in a hug.  "It's great you're
here mate," he enthused.  "Wanna go check out the sights and get a bite to
eat?"

"Sure thing mate," I replied.  "But after the flight and all this heat I
reckon I need a shower first".

"You got that right Lukey," Nick laughed.  "I didn't wanna say anything but
you're a bit on the nose!  I'll just call housekeeping and get them to
bring up some clean towels.  You don't wanna use the ones on the floor in
the bathroom.  Trust me, you really don't ..."

I unzipped a bag, grabbed my toiletries.  I stripped off my shirt in the
room and unzipped my pants, sliding them off when I got to the bathroom. I
turned on the shower and stepped in and after adjusting the temperature,
stood still and let the warm water work its magic.  I rubbed a bar of soap
between my hands and got them well lathered before washing my arms, my
chest and stomach, before reaching down to wash my cock and balls.

I reached for the shampoo, poured some into the palm of my hand and washed
my hair.  I turned around, facing away from the shower head with my eyes
closed and again my soapy hand fell below my waist and I lazily washed my
cock and balls.  I opened my eyes to find Nick standing watching me, two
clean white towels in his hands and a stupid grin on his face.

"Mate, you've been in Istanbul for only a couple of hours and already
you're thinking about making stomach pancakes!"

"Nah," I laughed.  "Just making sure no damage was done to the goods in
transit."

I shut off the shower and stepped out, taking one of the proffered towels.
I dried myself and walked into the main room naked, rummaging in my bags
for clean clothes.  I was soon dressed and after grabbing my wallet, I was
ready to hit the streets.  As we left the suite, Nick handed me a spare
key.

We checked out the hotel first.  It comprised several old Turkish style
townhouses bordering the ruins of an ancient Turkish Bath House built in
the 1400s, and had a central garden surrounded by the ivy-clad ruins of
Isak Pasha Hamam.  Into those walls were built small, dark alcoves with
concrete benches.

"I fucked Christina on Saturday night on that bench there," said Nick,
pointing to a shaded alcove. "The hotel guests all heard the Call To Prayer
in the morning, and that night, they sure heard Christina's Call To God!!".

We both smirked and high-fived before exiting the hotel and hitting the
streets of Sultanahmet.  The hours passed quickly as I took in the amazing
sights of Istanbul, between stops at cafes where Nick introduced me to some
of the local cuisine.  We had Lahmacun for lunch, a kind of Turkish flat
pizza with spicy meat, onion, tomato and greens.  Mid-afternoon, we stopped
at an outdoor café where Nick ordered tea for two.  He explained that the
tea is made of dried apples which sounded doubtful to me, but it was
refreshing and proved to be a real energy boost.  With it, we shared some
Keskuli which, as far as I could tell, was a dessert made of almonds and
coconut.

Between times, we wandered the streets studying the amazing Byzantine
architecture, although Nick divided his time between admiring the handiwork
of the Ottoman Empire and admiring the sexy asses of passing females.

We rode local Istiklal Caddesi trams to get to the Great Palace Mosaic
Museum and later, the Boukoleon Palaces, before hitting the Grand Bazaar
for a bit of shopping.  I bought myself a belt and some new sox, while Nick
picked up some wine for the hotel fridge.  By late afternoon I was
knackered and Nick hailed a local cab to take us back to the Empress.

"Whaddaya think Lukey?" Nick asked.  "Great city or what?".

"Yes mate, it's awesome," I replied, stifling a yawn.

"You look pretty fucked, mate," he said.  "Gotta love that jet lag.  Maybe
tonight we'll eat in, and you can hit the sack early."

I smiled.  "Sounds good to me mate!".

Back at the hotel, we opened a couple of beer and drank them on the terrace
before Nick ducked inside for a shower ahead of Christina's return from
work.  I had just opened my second beer when Nick reappeared on the terrace
wearing just a pair of tight silk boxers which did little to conceal the
very prominent bulge of his flaccid but very fat cock and the same walnut
sized balls I remembered from when they bounced around our dorm room at
Uni.

"Very nice," I said, pointing the neck of my beer to his groin.  "When it
swells up does it turn into another Turkish monument?"

Nick grinned and said "I believe for Christina, it's more of a Turkish
Delight!."  We both started to laugh and were still doubled up when we
heard the front door open and Christina's voice calling "Nick? Luke?".

"We're out here baby," Nick called back.  "Grab some beers and come join
us."

Nick's eyes lit up when Christina walked on to the terrace.  Handing me a
necked beer she said "Hello Luke" and then handed Nick his beer and raised
herself on her toes to plant a wet kiss on his lips.

"How was work baby?" Nick asked.

"Busy.  I'm beat," she replied, turning to me.  "Did you boys have a good
day?  What do you think of Istanbul, Luke?"

"We had a great day Christina," I said.  "Nick managed to turn me into a
local in one afternoon!".

"I hope he didn't get you into any trouble," she laughed.  "He's a bad
boy!".

Nick feigned offence at her remark and then grabbed her and kissed her
hard.  She put her hands around his neck and they cuddled and when they
eventually separated, I could see that Nick's boxers were straining to
contain his now quite hard cock.  Nick's eyes met mine and we both broke
up.  Christina asked "what's so funny?" before her eyes fell to Nick's
crotch and she too started to laugh.

"I told Lukey you consider my cock a Turkish Delight," Nick said, and
Christina replied, "It sure as hell doesn't taste like Turkish Delight!".

After more laughing, Nick suddenly said "Lukey's a bit whacked from his
flight and our day sightseeing, so we thought we'd eat in so he can have an
early night."

"I was hoping you'd want to stay in," Christina beamed.  "I'm tired too.  I
picked up some food and I see there's wine in the fridge, so I'll go fix us
something and we can have it here on the terrace and watch the sunset."

While Christina busied herself inside, Nick and I chatted enthusiastically
about his trip so far, and about our mutual mates back home.  I updated him
on the love lives or the lack thereof of many mutual buddies, and he
lowered his voice to fill me in on his sexual conquests en route to
Istanbul.

Before we knew it Christina had reappeared carrying platters of food which
I helped her lay out on the terrace table while Nick opened some local
wine.

Christina explained the selection: Borek was a pastry filled with cheese
and vegetables, Kokorec was a flat cake stuffed with greens and pieces of
grilled meat, and the sloppy dish was Hunkar Begendi - mashed eggplant with
a cream and cheese sauce and pieces of lamb meat in a mint tomato sauce.  I
knew I'd never remember any of the names but they were all delicious and we
chatted and laughed as we demolished it all.  For dessert we shared Lokum
which I learned was made of honey, roses, jasmine and Arab herbs.

We finished the wine watching the sun set over the domes and minarets of
the Blue Mosque which, according to Nick, was commissioned by a 17th
Century Sultan when he was only 19 years old and built on top of the site
of the ancient hippodrome and Byzantine imperial palace.

I looked at Christina and grinned.  "Your boyfriend's not just a pretty
face eh?" I said.

Christina smiled back.  "He ate his copy of Lonely Planet," she laughed.
"And he's not my boyfriend.  He's my Turkish sex slave!"

Nick immediately sidled closer to Christina and started kissing her neck.
"I am indeed your slave, and I am ready to serve you".

I rolled my eyes at both of them and said "I think I'd better turn in
before I throw up!".

I stood and gave Christina a kiss on the cheek.  "Thanks for the great meal
Christina," I said.  "And thanks for showing me around Nicky boy.  It's
been a great day but I've gotta get some zzzz's".

Nick and I hugged and he reminded me that we'd need to be up reasonably
early the next day for our trip to the Gallipoli battlefields, a four and a
half hour drive away.  "Don't worry about sleeping in mate," he assured me.
"The Call To Prayer will take care of that!"

I made my exit and after brushing my teeth I stripped to my boxers and slid
beneath the covers of my central double bed.  I knew my body was looking
forward to shutting down, and I could hear Nick and Christina making out on
the terrace as my eyes closed and sleep overtook me.

How long I'd been asleep I really don't know but I woke with a terrifying
start in the middle of the night, wondering whether war had been declared
and the air raid sirens were sounding.  It took me a few moments to
register where I was, and no sooner had it dawned on me that I was hearing
the 10p.m. Call To Prayer than it stopped. And then I became acutely aware
of other noises, much closer. I listened for only a second or two before I
realized that Nick and Christina were fucking on the queen size bed a
couple of meters from me.  It certainly didn't seem to bother them.

I lay back down and closed my eyes, but I couldn't block out their grunts
and ecstatic groans.  I tried to will my mind and body to sleep but there
was one external organ that wasn't wanting to rest.  It occurred to me how
horny I was as my hand dropped to unbutton the fly of my boxers, to give my
rampant cock a little freedom.  As it sprang from the opening, it slipped
quite naturally into my hand, which closed around it and squeezed.  I've
never thought of myself as a voyeur but I was unable to resist the urge to
turn on my side and see if I could make out any of the action.

See it?  I could practically taste it. In front of me, Nick was grunting
softly on top of Christina as he flexed his ass cheeks and thrust his cock
deep into her pussy.  I could hear her gasp and moan as her hips bucked up
to meet Nicks thrusts.  Her legs opened even wider as Nick levered them
apart with his thighs.

Lit by moonlight, their bodies danced in a frantic rhythm, Nick's cock
withdrawing further and further, making Christina moan, before Nick sank
back into her, driving his rock hard prick back into her cunt.  On and on
Nick fucked, his cock pistoning in and out of Christina as his heavy balls
slapped against the crack of her ass.

My hand was sliding up and down the length of my own cock as I watched Nick
pick up the pace, his cock plunging deeply in and out of her Christina's
pussy in a frantic, sawing motion, almost forcing the air from her lungs.
She started a low, guttural wail as her orgasm hit her and she whispered
"fuck, fuck" over and over again.

Nick's grunts got louder and quicker as he stabbed his cock into the wet
opening beneath him, raising his ass high and then rocking forward with
deep, penetrating thrusts.  He did this two or three times before he
started to come, moaning loudly as he emptied his balls into the hot
clutches of the pussy still twitching below him.

Only a second or two after Nick spent himself, I blew my load all over my
sheet.  Sweet muffled whispers were the last thing I heard from Nick and
Christina's bed before the sandman returned.  I slept peacefully until 5:42
when again the dawn Call To Prayer sounded and again when it stopped, I
heard the unmistakable sounds of sex; the squeaking of the mattress springs
and Christina's pants of pleasure.

Through squinted eyes I could see Nick lying on his back, Christina naked
on top of him, their bodies grinding against each other.  Christina's
ecstatic "Oh...Oh...Oh..." grunts matched the slap of her body coming down
on Nick's enormous cock, his tightening balls bouncing beneath their bodies
and readying another load of man jam to spurt against her cervix.  All too
soon Nick was lifting his ass off the bed, slamming his pulsating prick as
far into Christina's pussy as he could, bucking as his balls unleashed
their cargo and groaning as each jet hit the mark.  They were still for a
minute before Christina rolled off Nick on to her back, her legs splayed in
front of me.  The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes again was the
remains of Nick's copious load of baby batter dripping from her freshly
fucked snatch to the sheet below.

I closed my eyes again and, despite the raging boner that was lying flat
against my belly, I drifted back to sleep, only waking when I heard soft
footsteps.  I saw Christina, wearing only one of Nick's oversized shirts,
padding around the suite preparing for her early start at the coffee shop.
She picked up some clothes and moved to the bathroom and before she closed
the door I was treated to the sight of her removing Nick's shirt.  For a
few glorious moments I was able to feast on her long, shapely legs and her
exquisitely perfect ass, and I sighed as I watched her firm breasts jiggle
as she moved to close the door.  As I listened to the shower water run I
imagined how she'd look all wet, which did nothing to deflate my throbber.
No wonder Nick was so eager to sink his cock into her.

I dozed again until I heard voices.  Christina was dressed, leaning over
the bed giving Nick a long kiss.  "Hey babe," he whispered.  "See you
tonight".  She kissed him again and turned to leave.  Noticing me stirring,
she blew me a kiss and whispered "Bye, Luke" before leaving the suite.

Nick and I continued to doze in our beds for a while until Nick got out of
bed and strode naked to the bathroom.  With the door open he stood in front
of the bowl and unleashed a torrent of piss before shaking his dick and
then washing his hands. Realising I was awake, he walked over to my
bed. "Morning sunshine," he grinned.  "Did you manage to sleep through the
calls to prayer?"

"Nah, they woke me every time mate," I replied.  "I heard all those Turkish
men obeying the Will Of God, and you obeying the Will Of Christina!"

Nick laughed as he grabbed his cock and balls and shook them at me.  "I
told you she can't get enough of these mate!  I'll be a wreck by the time
she flies home on Thursday!".

I rolled my eyes and threw back the sheet covering me.  "Gotta take a
leak," I said as I headed to the bathroom, my morning wood pointing the
way.  As I pissed, Nick called out "pity the poor soul who's gonna have to
wash your sheets Lukey!"

I chuckled as I flushed the toilet.  "Not nearly as much of a challenge as
cleaning your sheets, mate.  They'll need to call in a panel beater!".

Nick wandered into the bathroom and starting his morning ablutions as I
showered.  When I stepped out from under the spray he took my place and as
he dried himself he chatted excitedly about the day ahead as I finished
shaving.  Being naked and shooting the shit in the bathroom took me back to
our days at Uni.

We hit a nearby café for a hearty breakfast before making our way to the
pick-up point for our bus to the Gallipoli peninsula, a long and tiring
ride but worth every bump.  We spent much of the day walking the historical
battlefields, the tunnels and trenches, and paying our respects at the war
memorials, tribute to the more than 250,000 lives lost in the Battle Of The
Dardanelles, more than 8,000 of them young Aussie guys like Nick and me.

We were tired - physically and emotionally - by the end of it and it was a
fairly quiet ride back to Istanbul.  By the time we reached Sultanahmet the
mood had lightened and we were looking forward to a good meal and
especially, a cold beer.

But first, Nick assured me, what we really needed was a good bath and rub
down.  He led the way to a nearby Turkish bath house - or "hamam" as
they're known - where we handed over some notes and were given a towel and
a pair of flip flops, before making our way to the locker room. Wooden
benches lined the middle of the room and lockers four high lined the walls.
Just like any other locker room, except it was literally bulging with naked
Turkish men.  And not the old Turks with big bellies and BO I had expected;
these were guys pretty much the same age as Nick and me.

Now I'm no stranger to being naked around other guys but I swear to God
that even in the Uni footy playing days, I'd never been confronted with so
many cocks.  Nick and I looked at one another and started to laugh.  Armed
with only a bar of soap and a cushion each, we walked naked into the steam
room, a wooden wet sauna so steamed up we could barely see.  The steam room
was much hotter than anything I'd ever encountered before and within ten
minutes I needed out.  Nick followed me and once away from the steam we
realized how much we'd both sweated.  Following custom we made our way to
the ice pool.  I was totally unprepared for the shock as I dove in and
released how fucking cold the water actually was.  I felt like I'd gone
into momentary shock before registering that my balls were retreating into
my stomach, as shocked as I was by what had just happened.  While my body
tried to adjust to the distress it had just experienced, my mind wondered
whether I'd ever be able to have children.  Nick, who'd had the common
sense to inch himself into the pool, stood on the steps doubled up with
laughter.

"Mate," he cackled, "now you know what they mean by numb nuts!".  I looked
at Nick's groin and while his ball bag wasn't hanging as low as it usually
did, his danglers were clearly hanging outside his body, while mine were
shaking in fright somewhere behind my appendix.

"Let's go have a massage," he said.  "Get the blood pumping again".

We meandered in the direction of the massage area and entered a marble room
where six massage tables were lined up, and six naked men were on the
receiving end of rather vigorous massages from six other naked men.  A
couple of the masseurs ("tellaks" as they're known), while not exactly
boned up, were clearly more aroused than they possibly should be in this
situation.  Nick and I exchanged a few amused glances before two of the
massages ended and we were beckoned over.

We lay face down on adjoining marble slabs and seconds later my 'tellak'
started to rub and pound the living daylights out of me.  Once I adjusted
to the pummeling my body was taking, I started to relax and enjoy being
treated so roughly.  Judging by the moans coming from the next slab, Nick
was similarly impressed.

My guy worked his magic on my shoulders and back, my feet and my legs, and
I was surprised by how good it felt when he began kneading my ass.  I was
lost in the new sensation of strong male hands manipulating my glutes when
I was suddenly wrenched from the slab to my feet and maneuvered, along with
Nick, to an alcove in the side of the room, where more marble surrounded a
washbasin.  I was a bit surprised to see that Nick was sporting a semi hard
cock and even more surprised when I looked down and saw my own dick on its
way to full mast.  Again we exchanged amused glances before we were
suddenly assaulted with bowls full of scalding water, thrown strategically
at different areas of our bodies.  Our masseurs started scrubbing us
thoroughly with a loofah mitt, before my guy leaned down and began asking
me questions in a language I obviously didn't understand.  Not sure what I
was agreeing to I nodded and was led to another marble slab, in an alcove
of its own, and was laid on my back.  My masseur produced a large soapy
brush which he rubbed steadily over my whole front, and then replaced it
with a soft soapy cloth, which he rubbed up and down the length of my body,
including my still hard cock which lay flat against my stomach.  I
shuddered each time his covered hand slid over my balls which, sensing they
were safe from icy water, had returned to life outside my body.

As weird as the situation seemed, the feeling was exquisite and before long
I realized that I was on the verge of blowing my load.  My mind went into
overdrive wondering what would happen if I suddenly bust a nut in front of
my masseur, but nature took over and I involuntarily grunted as my cock
started spurting guy goo in long jets over my chest and neck.  I was caught
between euphoria at the power of my involuntary sexual release, and the
humiliation of having blown a wad in front of another guy.  My masseur
though didn't seem at all fazed; when I finally opened my eyes he was
smiling at me, his own cock three quarters stiff.  He mopped up my cum
before taking my hand and pulling me to my feet and then he turned his
back, acknowledging that the 'special service' I'd unknowingly agreed to
had come to an end.

I roamed back thought the main massage area and, not seeing Nick, wandered
back to the locker room where Nick was starting to dress.  I threw my
clothes back on and as we made our way out of the hamam, I asked him "did
anything strange happen during your massage?".

Nick laughed.  "You mean the 'extra attentive massage'?"

"Well, yeah,:" I replied.

"It's pretty good, eh?  I mean, it's not actually gay because they don't
really do anything.  It's just kinda neat to have a guy helping you relax."

"So you got off too?" I asked, almost relieved that I wasn't a freak.

"What???" Nick guffawed.  "You blew a load?  Man, you gotta get laid Lukey
boy!!.  That fucking dick of yours only has to sense flesh nearby and it's
ready to shoot!"

We both laughed.  "Let's go get ready for dinner.  I'm famished," I said
and we wandered back to the Empress.  We again took turns showering and,
still naked, necked a couple of beers and wandered out to the terrace.
When we finished we moved inside to dress for a balmy night out, and as
soon as we were ready Christina walked through the door.

"Hey boys," she smiled.  "How was the peninsula?"

"Fanastic baby," Nick replied.  "We'll tell you all about it over dinner.
Let's go.  We're starving!"

"Just gotta freshen up Nicky," Christina said.  "Have a beer and I'll be
ready when you're finished". True to her word, Christina appeared on the
just as we put our empty beer bottles on the table and 10 minutes later, we
were being seated at a quaint restaurant in Akbiyik Caddesi, a
mostly-pedestrian street in Sultanamet's cafe district.

We had a great time working our way through the banquet and relaxing with a
bottle of excellent red wine.  Three hours later, sated and feeling mellow,
we settled the bill and wandered back to the hotel, stopping for an ice
cream on the way.

Back in our suite we kicked back and enjoyed a glass of Raki, the Turkish
national drink, which Christina had picked up on her way home from work.
It's served with chilled water on the side and Nick, who really had swatted
up on local custom, told us "Raki" is a Turkish colloquial metaphor for a
strong and courageous man.

By the time I'd finished my second glass, I was starting to fade.  Nick and
Christina picked up on my tiredness and suggested, rather too eagerly I
thought, that we should all turn in.  We all got ready, said goodnight, and
climbed in to our beds. All was quiet and within a few minutes, I was
asleep.

I woke sometime around 1am, very much aware that my roommates were at it
again only this time, they were being a little more vocal.  I heard
Christina's cries of "yes, God yes" and Nick's own groans of "fuck, oh
fuck" before Nick's fast-approaching orgasm made him growl and pant as his
thrusts increased and he flooded Christina's insides with his nut nectar.
I slipped back into sleep despite the fact that my cock was once again
pulsing beneath me.  Nick was right; I just had to find a bearded clam to
spear.

I was surprised when I woke to find it was mid-morning and I'd slept
through the early morning Call To Prayer.  Christina had left for her final
day of work and Nick was nowhere to be seen.  I crawled out of bed and took
a leak before wandering back to the kitchenette to turn on the kettle.  On
the bench was a note from Nick, telling me he was at the food market
picking up food for the dinner he wanted to make to celebrate Christina's
last night in Turkey.

The strong coffee cleared my head of the effects of last night's Raki and,
showered and shaved, I was just pulling on my cargo pants when Nick opened
the door, arms laden with grocery bags.  "Hey mate," he beamed.  "You were
fucking out to it this morning.  Christina and I coulda jumped your bones
this morning and you wouldn't have woken."

I laughed.  "Trust me mate, I'd have woken.  But seeing you didn't, I just
let my body enjoy the effects of the massage and the booze."

I helped Nick unpack his groceries and as we stacked food in the fridge he
said "Christina's going home tomorrow so I wanna make tonight something
special. You wanna give me a hand?"

"I can help you make a great meal," I said.  "It take it you can handle the
rest of your 'special night' on your own?".

Nick chuckled.  "You never know Lukey," he grinned.  "I may just need a
hand!"

Little did I know, as we headed out the door for a day exploring the
Prisons of Anemas in Blachernae, just how much of a "special night" tonight
would turn out to be ...

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