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Turkish Delight.

By John T. S. Teller.

Part 3.

I was just parking the car behind the shop at twenty minutes to nine when my mobile rang. It was Halil. He said he was outside the school and only had a few minutes to talk, so I told him to end the call to save his money, and I rang him back and we talked about everything I'd planned to do the following weekend. Halil was enthusiastic about it, but he also wanted to see me before then, so he said he'd try and arrange with David that he came to visit me during the week. I told him we wouldn't be able to do anything, but he said that was ok, just as long as he could see me. I thought it pretty amazing that this kid would want to be with, what, to him, was an old man. But hey, I wasn't going to complain. Was I?

The week passed slowly. Azad had an almost new Hotpoint to wash his dirty boxers; I had a new double bed, and I picked David and Halil up twice; Wednesday and Thursday. On both occasions we managed a small grapple when David wasn't looking, but there was absolutely no chance to fuck.

Saturday arrived, and as we'd arranged, at nine, I texted Halil pretending to be David, asking him if he wanted to go on a stayover at Uncle Gary's. The answer I got back was affirmative. I was to pick him up at eleven, so that gave me time to prepare stuff as I usually did when David was coming to stay. One of those things was to make some home made cookies and cakes to last him through the weekend. The one thing David taught me was that if you wanted to really spoil a kid, just make sure he could fill his belly with sweet stuff when his mum and dad weren't around to restrict his diet to pastas and vegetables, or in Halil's case, probably rice and chicken and salads. Or maybe goat? I didn't know... did I? Well, I did really! I'd been online looking at what Turks ate. *wink*. Saturday dinner was going to be doner kebabs and chips. Sunday: doner kebab and chips. Don't laugh! I knew how to make bloody doner kebab and chips! Me and David had them often. But I needed to make something special for Halil in the cookie department, and as I sat drinking a coffee, a big grin crossed my face when I thought of the speciality I'd do for him. As a matter of fact, I couldn't stop giggling the whole time I was making it.

I got to Halil's house and he was soon with his bag at the door when I blew my horn. Azad was working, and it was his mother who came to the door, wearing a hibab, but not the burka. One look at her face and I knew where Halil got his looks from. I wouldn't have said `no' if she offered to accompany us. But she didn't, and I said I was in the area, and that we'd be picking David up on the way back to my house. She seemed fine with that, and off we went. Halil was grinning as we drove. I asked him what he was grinning at.

He looked into my eyes. "You make me laugh. It's part of the reason why I like you so much."

I grinned back at him. "And what's the rest of the reason why you like me so much?"

A cheeky smirk came over his face as he put his hand on my groin. "This."

I laughed. "I've bought a new bed for us. We'll be comfortable tonight."

The hand in my groin squeezed my now swollen cock. "Do we have to wait until tonight?"

I grinned at him, and removed his hand, because it was distracting me, and I didn't want a pile-up today of all days!

Now, dear readers, you're expecting me to tell you that as soon as I got Halil in the house, I took him upstairs and fucked him. Didn't you? Tell the truth now! You did... didn't you! Well, that's where you would be wrong. Stick with me. I've got something better than a quick fuck to whet your appetite when I tell you what did happen! *wink*

As soon as we got in the house, I drew the blinds both back and front, and as soon as I'd done it, Halil was in my arms and we were kissing like mad.  Halil's hands were all over me, and mine weren't idle I can tell you! That sumptuous little body of his was mauled by prodding fingers and caresses. Mine wasn't neglected, and it took all of thirty seconds before my little Turkish Delight had my cock out and was trying to get it in his mouth. But I pulled him back up and grinned at him. He gave me a puzzled look, and asked, "Don't you want me?"

I gave him a special kiss and led him to the dining room. I had one of those massive, thick pine tables with legs like tree trunks, and chairs that weighed half a ton. The table top was three inches thick; and well worn. David loved it. He'd even carved his name in the place he sat at. I didn't mind one bit. Character. I pointed to a place across the table and told Halil to sit. He was grinning, and I said, "Eat first; fuck later."

So we did. But I'll tell you about the eating first.

Kebab and chips. Lovely, especially when one was sitting opposite a gorgeous boy like Halil, and with some ragtime music playing in the background. Those brown puppy dog eyes twinkled with amusement when they met mine and I sucked on a chip as if I was sucking on his cock. He soon got into the mood of things, and countered by putting half the kebab in his mouth, pretending it was my cock. That's how the meal went, and we sexily giggled all the way through it. Then my Pièce de résistance: a gingerbread man cookie with a cock and balls. It had taken me a while to make it, and it was big! In fact, it took up the whole of the baking tray when I put it in the oven. As soon as Halil saw it, he burst out laughing. Then I saw the most devilish look come into his eyes, and it was my turn to laugh when he broke off the cock and balls and ate them. It was great fun, but it was to get even better when, after he'd consumed my baked cock, he grinned, and asked, "Where's your dessert, Gary?"

I grinned back at him. "I don't eat dessert."

I knew something special was coming up when he said, "Turn the music up, Gary."

So I did, and then sat down again. No sooner had I done it than he removed his socks and trainers, got up, and stood on the table looking down at me. Then he began to dance. Oh... my... God! Aya of Istanbul had nothing on this boy as his lithe body swayed to the rhythm of Howlin' Wolf singing Little Red Rooster! Fuck me... he was good! Damned good!  The first item of clothing he removed was his jeans; throwing them on the table by me. I picked them up and rubbed my face over the warmth of him as he caressed the front of his thighs up to his tighty-whiteys, and then rubbed his hands over his swollen cock. Next was his t-shirt; and he threw that right at me to savour while he plucked at his erect nipples before caressing himself all over again. I was almost jizzing in my pants when, to the strains of Muddy Waters singing I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man, he slowly lowered the tighty-whiteys, and with a flick of his toes, flicked them at my face. Never once taking my eyes from him, I kissed them passionately. His mouth was open, his sexy lips puckered, and, when Muddy finished his song, his voice was hoarse when he said, "Time for dessert, Gary," just as Fats Waller began to sing, Dem Dry Bones. He dropped to his knees, and, like a duck waddling, came to me holding his cock. Well, Halil's bone wasn't quite dry, because as he waved it before and over my face and lips, his precum was oozing, and just as we got to the leg bone is connected to the thigh bone, he shoved his cock right in my mouth, gave three sharp thrusts, and shot his hot, sweet boy spunk into the back of my throat. And Gary Riley had his dessert.

Halil had double helpings. My blood pressure went all to cock when, after he's served me, he scrambled off the table, made me push my chair right back, frantically tore my cock from my pants, and sucked me off, and while Stevie Ray Vaughan sang The House is Rockin', and while his liquid brown eyes never left my own, I fed him so much `custard' that he couldn't swallow it quickly enough, and it oozed from the corners of his mouth and down his chin and onto the chair.

Did we have more sex during the day? `No' is the answer. Halil wasn't pleased with me, but I told him I wanted to save it up for bedtime, so instead, we talked and fondled and laughed and kissed and even played some, but never going over the edge. Well, I couldn't quite make it to bedtime.

Almost Bed Time.

We'd gone upstairs to play on the bed, and were rolling on the bed in each other's arms, laughing and kissing. It ended up with me towering over him, staring down into those deep brown eyes that excited me so. They were aflame with desire when the amusement left us, and his mouth opened willingly as I kissed him. It was Halil's tongue that entered my mouth first, seeking out and playing with my own. Then he held his out, rigid, and when I sucked it, it was as if I was sucking his cock. He was lying on the bed with his legs over the edge, and, very slowly, I began to kiss my way down the green t-shirt he was wearing until I came to the point where it was crumpled just above the top of his jeans. I yanked it up to his chest to reveal the small, slender tummy, which I began to kiss and lick and fondle, not neglecting his erect nipples, which I sucked and chewed while he moaned and groaned at the sensation it was giving him.

During the week we'd been apart, I'd been fantasising about this boy, and part of those fantasies had been sucking his cock. Why I should suddenly be turned on by a boy-cock, I had no idea, but the thought of sucking it and licking it and sucking his balls had brought me to more than one climax while we were apart. Yes, I desperately wanted to fuck him, but the whole of what he was had become important to me. He was a small, sexual object in every way, and his boy body was part of the whole. Naked, he was soft and curvy and sensual, just as a woman was, and I enjoyed cunnilingus with a woman, so, whether it was male or female, perhaps my subconscious needed oral stimulation with my partner's sex organ.

I undid the press-stud of his jeans and pulled down the zip. Halil lifted his hips when I tugged at his jeans and underpants, and they slipped down to his feet, revealing his beautiful cock, and lovely, slim, boyish legs, which I pushed apart at the knees, revealing the silky inner thighs which led to the objects I wanted so badly. Halil put a pillow under his head and stared at me; at what I was doing to him. My fingers and tongue explored everything before me as I slowly worked my way along those inner thighs until I came to his small sac, which I took in my mouth and sucked gently on his balls. Halil was breathing shallowly when he took hold of his cock and pushed it down, inviting me to take that, too. So I did, and tried to get his balls and cock into my mouth together. It wasn't easy, but I managed it, and when I rolled the whole lot around inside my mouth, Halil put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me down hard onto him, and he rolled his hips to match the rhythm. My lips were wrapped around my teeth to stop me biting him as he pressed ever harder. Whether it was my lower jaw pressing hard against his perineum, or my upper jaw pressing down onto his pubic bone, or whether it was the knob of his cock rubbing against the back of my mouth and making me choke, I wasn't sure, but suddenly, he let out his now-familiar out of tune moan, and humped into me to climax for the second time that weekend. I swallowed every bit of his boy spunk, pulled off him, and looked up.

He swallowed hard, and nodded. "Thank you Gary. That was great."

I went up beside him and kissed him softly on the lips. "It was great for me, too. I've got a confession to make; I've wanted to do that all week. I even dream about you now. I'm falling in love with that little thing between your legs."

Halil pushed my head away, and grinned. "I daren't tell you what I've been dreaming about."

His cheeky grin made me giggle, and I said, "Tell me."

He was chuckling. "That big thing between your legs. You wouldn't believe where it's been, and what I've done to it this week."

I winked at him. "I can make a good guess. But I've got you a surprise you might like."

Halil looked puzzled. "Another surprise?" Then he grinned. "Another ginger bread man?"

I grinned back at him, shook my head, got up and went to the wardrobe, took out a parcel I'd already opened, gave it to him, and he began to laugh at the dildo and the six tubes of lube I'd ordered online on the Monday the day after he and David had gone home. Thankfully, they'd arrived Thursday. Halil took the dildo out - which was as long, but thinner than my cock, and put it in his mouth. He nodded. "That's perfect. Can we try it?"

I nodded. "Yes... but only if I can watch you doing it."

Halil laughed. "You're worse than me, Gary. Shall I do it now?"

"Yes, but only when you're naked. Can I undress you?"

Halil nodded, so I pulled the jeans and underpants over his feet, and then slipped his socks off. He sat up and I took off his pullover and shirt, and then he lay back on the bed, naked. I also stripped, pulled up the bedroom chair to sit in front of him, and we were ready. Well, almost: Halil insisted I apply the lube as he pulled his knees onto his chest. I enjoyed that, looking at the beautiful hole, as first one, then two, and then three fingers slipped easily into him. I touched his g-spot a number of times when I was finger-fucking him, and he shuddered every time I did.

The dildo was a vibrating one, and curved with a superb cut knob, and Halil placed it by his hole and pushed. His eyes never left my face as the large knob went through his ring, which then retracted to the thickness of the shaft, and it slowly began its journey into the depths of this little wonder-boy. Pre-cum was oozing from my own swollen cock as I fondled it while he fucked himself three times before he pulled it out and gave it to me with a big grin on his face. And then he asked, "Did you like that, Gary?"

I nodded. "Yes, it was fantastic. Do you want me to do it now?"

Halil shook his head and pointed at my swollen cock. "No. I want that now. All of it."

I didn't need a second invitation. He was already well lubed, and when he took hold of my swollen knob and led it to his hole, as I leaned over him, I felt it go past his ring and sink in to its full depth. My previous perving had already brought me to a point where I'd almost shot my load, and now I was in this delicious boy hole and he was contracting his anal muscles on it, it took all of thirty seconds before I climaxed with an animalistic frenzy that would have knocked him across the other side of the bed had my wrists not been above his shoulders stopping him, and my heavy panting wasn't from exertion, it was the result of the overwhelming sexuality of the moment, and this small boys cries of `Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!' through clenched teeth as he climaxed, too.

I pulled out of him, lay beside him, held his hand and turned my face towards him, and stared into the eyes that were staring back into mine. "Halil, I just don't know what to say."

Halil's free hand came across and he stroked my face. He smiled. "You don't need to say anything. You're the best ever by a long way. Besides having sex, do you really like me?"

I rolled over towards him, pulled him into me, and kissed his beautiful face. "Yes I do, Halil. This is getting very deep for me, and I think we need to talk about a lot of things this weekend."

Halil nodded with his eyes. "I think we do. Can we do it later though, because sex always makes me hungry, and I'm starving."

His words amused me, and I smiled at him. "So am I. I'll get dressed, and then I want to dress you. Can I do that?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

I dressed, and then turned to the small, naked boy who had been watching everything I did, picked up his underpants and slid them slowly up his fine legs until they nestled just below his ball sac. His cock was now flaccid, and I kissed it lovingly before slipping them over it. Next it was his jeans, and after I'd zipped him up and fastened the press-stud, I went down to his feet. I rubbed each one against my cheek, and kissed every small toe before putting his socks on, and then I lifted him and put his t-shirt on. He got off the bed, and we went down to the kitchen to have a very late supper.

In the lounge, after we'd eaten, we sat on the sofa together with me at one end, and Halil lying full length on it with his head in my lap, stroking my face while I had one hand up his clothes, fondling one of his nipples. I looked into his eyes, and said, "Halil, what we have is wonderful, but I'm puzzled. I'm not sure if you'll be pleased with me, but I'd like to know how such a young man as you knows how to do what we do, and do it so well. Obviously, I'm not the first man you've done this with, am I?"

Halil brought my other hand to his lips, and kissed it. "No. But you are the best. I've never known it to be anything like it is with you. Always before, it was what the others wanted to satisfy themselves, but you like making me feel good as much as you want to feel good. That's why it's special with you."

I grinned. "A happy lover is a good lover. Tell me all about yourself. It's important to me."

"About the sex, you mean?"

"Yes, Halil. Tell me how a thirteen-year-old boy came to be so good at it."

Halil snuggled even closer, and then he told me how it all happened, but only after I promised I wouldn't be angry with him if he did. His first words were, "I think I was about six when it first happened."

I interrupted him. "The sex you mean?"

He nodded. "During the big holidays, my family go to stay with my mother's family, and because they don't have enough room to put us up in one place, I've always stayed with my grandfather... my dad's father. He lived alone, because my grandmother died a long time ago. Grandfather only had one bedroom, and I slept with him."

Again I interrupted him. "Lived? Slept? Does that you mean you don't sleep with him now?"

"Not now. He died two years ago. For as long as I can remember, we slept with nothing on. It didn't bother me. It was nice to be snuggled up to him, and it was nice when he played with me, and I enjoyed playing with him. It was our secret. He was the first one to make me cum. Not make sperm. I mean, climax. Once he'd done that to me, because it was lovely, I wanted more, and I sometimes made him do me even when we weren't in bed. Then, when I was about seven, it went from just making me feel good to him putting his... cock in me? At first it hurt like mad, but he taught me how to do it properly, and because I was so small, he made me sleep with a plug up my bum after he'd put plenty of oil inside me and bandaged me up so it couldn't come out during the night."

"Didn't that hurt?"

Halil grinned. "Yes, but I still liked it. Anyway, when I was about eight, we stopped using the plug, and granddad would fuck me every chance he had, and he taught me how to use my muscles to make it nicer for him. And for me. Until I was eleven, when he died, I couldn't wait to go and stay with him and do it. You see, only grandfather knew I was gay. He must have sensed it in me when I was a small boy. He was right, I am gay. But our religion doesn't allow us to be gay. They hate gays. Well, they're supposed to, but a lot of it goes on. And a lot of it's with boys because our girls are locked away almost. The men and the older boys aren't allowed to touch them, so they use us boys instead. Does it bother you that I'm gay?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm glad you are. We wouldn't be having such fun if you weren't."

Halil giggled. "No we wouldn't."

What Halil told me answered a lot of things, but I reckoned he wasn't telling me everything. "But grandfather wasn't the only one, was he?"

Halil shook his head. "He was the only one who loved me. I won't tell you about the others. They're not important. They just used me. I wasn't innocent, but it was just sex with them. The last one finished about six months ago." Halil stroked my cheek. "Then I found you, and I love doing it with you. Are you mad at me for what I've told you? I can't help being gay."

I gave Halil a huge hug. "No, I'm not mad at you in any way. Thank you for telling me everything. There's just one more thing that puzzles me though. Obviously, I've been around a bit, and although I've never had sex with another male in my life, I've never heard of anyone who could cum so many times. How many times can you do it before you have to stop?"

Halil was grinning at me when he said, "Dozens. I can cum for hours as long as I'm not sore. It's the soreness that stops me, either if somebody is too rough with my cock, or too rough up my bum."

I grinned back at him. "Am I too rough with you?"

Halil nodded. "You were the last time, but that was because you were too eager after you'd been watching me. Next time you want to be kinky and watch me, let me suck you afterwards instead. You're a brilliant lover, and you do it nice and soft, and I could go on all day and night when you do it like that to me."

I shook my head in admiration. "You're amazing. Can I do it gently to you now?"

Halil smiled affectionately. "Not yet. Later you can, but now I want to suck you off. Can I? Please?"

I smiled back at him. "I'll make a deal with you. You can suck me off, but only if you allow me to kiss your bum better while you're doing it."

Halil laughed, got off the sofa, pulled off his jeans and underpants, pushed me flat on the sofa, undid my slacks and pulled them down to my knees, and then he straddled me with his butt in my face while he sucked my swollen cock. We'd showered after we'd made love earlier, and the boy hole before me was lovely and clean as I kissed and sucked it and buried my tongue in it as far as it would go. I forced his cheeks wider apart to give me better access, and my tongue was deep inside him when I felt spunk gushing out of me and into Halil's mouth. When he was sure I was completely done, he sucked every last drop from my knob, and then turned around to lie flat along my body. His head was above mine, and he opened his mouth to display my own semen wrapped around his tongue. Very slowly, it dripped from his tongue into my waiting mouth, and as it did, he came down on me with a crushing kiss that had both our tongues mixing semen and saliva like a cement mixer. Finally, he sucked on my tongue, drained the mixture from it, and swallowed it like a cat that has just found the cream.

Then, after we'd dressed, we chatted about a number of things, including both our families. We laughed about some things, but when I was telling him about Sylvia's death, he came close and hugged me. We also talked about HIV and AIDS. I told Halil that as far as I was concerned, he had no problems, because apart from him and my wife, I'd not had sex with anyone. I must admit that I'd considered that Halil, although he was just a small boy, could have contracted it because he'd had multiple partners, but he assured me that nobody except his grandfather and me had ever had sex with him without using protection. It was something his grandfather had taught him from an early age, and when he was older and able to fully understand the dangers, the only sperm that ever entered him, either in his mouth or up his rectum, was captured in a condom. I believed him, because even though he was only thirteen, sexually, he was wise beyond his years. His grandfather had done a good job educating him in so many ways, not only about having sex, but also about how he would cope with his gayness as he grew older.

Proper bedtime.

When it was bedtime, Halil said he had to use the bathroom and I wasn't to disturb him. I gave him a puzzled look, because the way he said it told me he wasn't just taking a crap, and he grinned at me, and said, "There are some things that are not yours to know. Let's just say that I need to keep myself clean for you." And off he went, and I didn't see him for another hour. When he came downstairs dressed in the red PJ's he'd loaned to David, and when he sat on my knees and kissed me, he smelt like a flower garden, and he looked like the most beautiful flower in it.

I looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Are those the only PJ's you have with you?"

"No, I have another pair with me. Why?"

"I want you to change into them."

"Why?"

I sort of grimaced. "You remind me of David in those."

Halil kissed me softly on the lips. Then he drew back and played with the lips he'd just kissed. "Thank you Gary."

I lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. "Why are you thanking me?"

Halil shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

And then he got off my knees and went back upstairs to change. I thought about what had just happened, and I understood why Halil had thanked me. My rejection of him in the PJ's David had worn, told him, unambiguously, that there was nothing going on between me and David. Had I not asked him to change, there would come a time when we made love that the combination of the red silk PJ's and David would have entered my head. I didn't want that, and neither did Halil.

When Halil came back into the room, he was wearing his blue ones. I held out a hand and smiled at him as he came and sat on my knees. "Thank you, Halil. Now you look like the boy I want to have sex with."

Halil cocked his head to one side. "And not David." His reply was not a question, it was a statement, and I knew we were thinking along the same wavelength.

"No, not David. His butt is for kicking, and yours is for kissing."

That amused Halil, and he giggled. Then he looked at the time on my wristwatch and said it was time for bed. There were flames in his eyes when he looked into mine and said, "Give me five minutes, and then come up to me." And he walked out of the room.

I counted the seconds down, and then went upstairs to my bedroom. Halil was spread-eagled, face down on the bed with his PJ top pulled up to his armpits and the lower half down to his lovely feet. His cock was pushed down between his legs, and was hard. By the side of him were a number of bottles, and the vibrating dildo was completely buried inside him, but not switched on. Looking at him like this made me shudder with lust, and I knew I was about to enjoy the sexiest night of my life.

Halil lay perfectly still with his head to one side, not looking at me, just waiting as I undressed without taking my eyes from this marvelous young creature who was inviting me to have sex with him. Our talk earlier had learnt me what it was he wanted most, and how I could give it to him. Give it to him. That was the key to what was about to happen, and I was overjoyed it was me about to administer the pleasures he desperately wanted. That night, my own sexual urges were to be heightened many times by pleasing him; by giving him what he wanted; by pandering to his every need, whatever those needs were.

The first thing I did after I stripped was to go to his delightful boy feet, and taking each of them in my hands, I sucked at his toes and licked the soles. I knew he was enjoying it, because of the low moans that were escaping from him, and at the most sensitive points of my caresses, the moans were louder. Those moans had a purpose; they were telling me exactly what I had to do to please my boy. And then I began to work my way up his body, and every part of him smelled like a rose in full bloom. His boy calves were next to get my attention, and I fondled and kissed them until I was at the back of his knees. Slowly does it Gary Riley. I was about to start on the inside of his fabulous, soft thighs, when he leaned down, and passed me a bottle. I took it, and he resumed his original position. The bottle contained fragranced massaging oil. I took the cap off, and sniffed it. It was the same scent as Halil. I tipped it up and poured the oil on his right thigh, starting from the knee, and continuing in a line up to his glorious buttocks, and then down the other thigh, and stopped at the other knee. The oil ran down the sides of his legs and onto the duvet, but I didn't care. It also ran down the cleft of his butt, past the inserted vibrator and down his ball sac onto the stiff cock resting on the bed. As soon as I began to softly massage the back of his thighs, Halil's hand came round and switched on the vibrator.

The end cap was the control. Turn it a touch, and it vibrated slightly with a low humming sound. Turn it all the way, and it gave out a high pitched hum as it vibrated at full speed. Halil had it turned almost to its lowest level when I began to massage everything that was naked and above his knees, and when he'd turned it up slightly higher a few times, I got into the swing of what was happening, and took over control of the vibrator myself. After just a few minutes, and after the vibrator had reached full pitch, I watched his body shudder; his hips rise and fall; his thigh muscles ripple as he reached his first climax; his boy spunk shoot from his widened piss slit onto the duvet in three small spurts, and then I turned off the vibrator and went to lie beside him, stroking the back of his neck and staring into his contented eyes. My voice was almost a whisper when I spoke. "Was that nice? Did I do it right for you?"

His eyes were half closed, and his voice was croaky and hardly audible. "Mmmmmmm. It was great." Halil seemed half asleep, and I wondered if that was it for the night. I couldn't have been more wrong. Suddenly, his eyes opened fully, and he gave me a fierce stare when he said, "Do it again, but this time, take the vibrator out and push your cock into me. Don't you do anything! Let me do what I want with you, and when you cum, I want you to relax and let your stuff just flow out of you into me. Trust me; it will be super if you do as I tell you."

I was already well aroused before Halil said anything, but after he'd said those words, my cock was throbbing in anticipation of this new experience. Very slowly, I pulled the vibrator from his ass and placed it on the bed. Then I climbed onto him and sat on the back of his thighs and pushed my cock into the folds of his butt. I had to part his cheeks to find the hole, but when I had, I maneuvered myself into position, and pushed into him. Slowly does it Gary. The position wasn't too comfortable, and Halil realised it.

He turned his head towards me and told me to get off him. Of course, I did as I was told, and then he drew his knees under him and presented me with the doggy position. That was much better, and I pushed into him again, and stopped when he told me to. I was about halfway in when I felt him contracting his boy pussy, manipulating my knob over his prostate. He was good, in fact he was a bloody expert with the insides of his ass, and within a very short time, I felt my balls contracting, and I shot my full load into him without moving as he milked my swollen and pulsating knob, and it was all the better knowing he was climaxing at the same time, because I heard his low moans of sexual delight as I reached my peak. Then he pulled off me, lay flat on the bed again, and said, "Coffee time, Gary?"

Fifteen minutes later, we lay propped up on pillows, drinking coffee. Halil was happy as we chatted about things, but none of our talk was about sex. We talked about reading books and television programs and football and how he was doing at school, and even how happy his father was with the new washing machine. It was a bit surreal, but normal at the same time as I fondled his soft cock through the soft fabric. I'd expected him to have an erection with my fondling, but he didn't. That surprised me. I was hard just feeling at him! Suddenly, Halil got off the bed and put a finger to my lips. "I need to go to the bathroom again." He grinned and pointed to my hard cock. "Don't do anything with that while I'm away."

Again he was quite a while in the en-suite bathroom. I could hear the shower going, and the bidet going as well as the toilet flush twice. Now I knew what he was doing: he was cleaning himself thoroughly, inside and out, and I was impressed at his hygiene. It made me think of my own cock that had been in his tender ass, and I determined as soon as he finished, I'd shower, too. It was the least I could do for this lovely little boy who wanted to keep himself clean. When he came out of the bedroom, he was naked and erect, and came and lay down beside me, and put his sweet lips to my own. I kissed him tenderly, patted his bum, and then went to the bathroom and showered.

When I got back, Halil was lying face down on the bed, naked, all the pillows under his midriff, with his legs apart, and his beautiful little ass sticking right up in the air. I'd had dozens of invitation cards in my life, but none like this. I knelt behind him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just push your cock in slowly, and leave it there."

He was already lubed up, and I shoved my throbbing cock in up to the hilt. I rubbed his small back. "Do you want me to fuck you again?"

Halil looked back at me. "No. Just stay like that while I use you."

In the following half hour, Halil did use me. Simply by using his muscles, he brought himself to five climaxes without arousing me enough to cum myself. Then he shoved me off him, rolled over, and grinned. "That was my treat. Now it's your turn. Go on all fours."

I did as I was told. I wasn't into being fucked, but Halil's little cock wouldn't kill me if that's what he was going to do. It wasn't. Instead, I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart, and his tongue lick my ass crack along its whole length. Then the sweetest of moments: he centred on my hole, and I felt his tongue push into me. I'd had sex all ways during my life, but nobody had ever done what this little boy was doing now, and it was a glorious feeling, and when he pushed his hand between my legs and began stroking my cock as if he was milking a cow, and licking inside my ass at the same time, it was more than I could bear, and the residue of my spunk dribbled onto the duvet cover, before I collapsed on the bed.

I could tell it was over when Halil came up beside me and nestled into me. He confirmed it when he said, "Time for some sleep, Gary. You'll need to get your strength up for the morning."

I grinned at him. "I think I will."

Have any of you woken up with a naked, angelic boy in your bed? No? Neither had I until that Sunday. I was on my back, and I turned my head to the left and looked at Halil, who was on his side and slightly apart from me, half face down, but facing me with his upper leg crooked and pushed forward. The mouth that had sucked my cock so expertly was half open, and I could see the delicious pink tongue, whose last act, before he brushed his teeth, was to penetrate and stimulate my anus while he brought me to a climax. But looking at him now with his hair straggled over his forehead; his long eyelashes; his full lips; the shapely neck that eased into slim shoulders, the last thing anyone would think was that he was a sexually devious character. Oh yes he was! This boy seemed to know every trick in the book on how to please a man. Just looking at him now was giving me a hard on, and I needed to see more, so I gently removed the duvet to take in the rest of him; the sexual bits that lay hidden.

Below the neckline of his hair, the small back was inverted slightly, and I could see the curvaceous and relaxed muscles gently moving to each slow breath he took. Because his upper leg was bent at the knee and pushed forward, it emphasized the perfect orb of his buttock, and below it, the gorgeous thighs that had taken my fancy, and which I'd massaged and sucked because they were so soft and delicious. His left arm was just forward of his body, and the small hand with slender fingers lat flat on the bed. I turned over towards him, moved up the bed, and very slowly picked it up, put it on my swollen cock, and wrapped his fingers round my foreskin. I pushed in and out, but his hand was too relaxed and did nothing, so I put my own hand on his fingers and squeezed them onto my cock. This time, my foreskin rolled backwards and forwards, sliding on and off the end of my knob. Would he wake? I hoped not. This was sexually arousing, knowing I was using a sleeping boy. I adjusted my position, getting a bit closer and continued the movements. My cock was slightly higher than his shoulder, and, because of the knowledge that I was perving him this way, it didn't take long before I went over the edge and streams of spunk shot from me onto and across his small back. I was breathing heavily as I looked at the globs of semen nestling on and between his shoulder blades, and where the greatest concentration was, it began to slowly run to the lowest point, finally collecting in a small pool on the side of his spine. By the bed was a built in bedside cupboard, and I had a pack of baby-wipes on top of it. With a bit of maneuvering, I managed to get some out, and very gently wiped his back clean before wiping off the small amount that ran down his fingers and hands. And then I cleaned my own cock. Halil was still fast asleep. It was time for a coffee. So, very gently, I got out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen.

I took two coffees back upstairs. The one with two sugars and plenty of cream was Halil's. He was in the same position as when I left him. Not too gently, I got into bed, adjusted my pillows, and sat up watching him as I sipped at my drink. My movements must have disturbed him, because sleepy eyes half-opened, squinted up at me, and I received a lovely smile. The hand that was on the bed began to grope my thighs, and I felt his finger nails scratching the inside of them as he caressed me before cupping my balls as he inspected them. And then my flaccid cock got the treatment. He looked up at me, puzzled, because it didn't respond to his manipulating it.

I grinned at him. "I've got your coffee here."

He left off what he was doing and came up beside me, and I handed the drink to him. He took a few sips before saying, "Have you gone off me?"

I knew what he was referring to. "No. I used you while you were asleep. You were so beautiful. Sorry. I did clean you up though."

"How?"

"Your hand was free."

"And?"

"I used it and came over your back."

Halil grinned, "I bet that was kinky. Do you enjoy being kinky?"

I grinned back at him. "With you I do."

I saw devilishness enter his delicious eyes. "Good. So do I. So you won't complain when I do something kinky then?"

I shook my head. "As long as I don't have to eat your crap, it should be ok."

Halil giggled. "No, I wouldn't want you to do that, but I do like to play games."

I lifted my eyes. "What sort of games?"

He scrunched up his face and licked out his tongue. "You can start by taking me to the toilet and holding me while I pee."

I gave him an admiring look. "Sounds good. Is that it?"

Halil shook his head, but said nothing as he gave me a really sexy look.

I laughed. "Now?"

He put his coffee down, got out of bed, and with a cheeky grin, beckoned me to follow him to the bathroom, where, once he was positioned by the can, he ordered me to hold his cock, which was now hard, and began to pee. He was so hard that I had to press down to direct the flow into the pan, and I began to stroke him at the same time. He pushed the side of his face into the hairs on my chest and began to moan, and his hands came behind him to grasp my own cock, which was sticking into the small of his back, because the act had aroused me again. I knew he was enjoying this, and even when the thin stream of piss had stopped, I didn't stop masturbating him until I felt his little cock pulsate, his hips vibrate, and he sang his out of tune song as he spurted his boy spunk into the pan. And then I turned him and went down on him, and cleaned his pretty little knob with my tongue and lips.

Back in the bedroom, we finished our coffees, and then Halil gave me another sexy look. Before I had time to question him, he was off the bed, picked up his holdall, and went into the bathroom. I wondered what was in store for me, until he reappeared, that is. I was stunned. He had on a pair of silk knickers, he'd pushed his cock down to resemble a Mound of Venus, his lips were rouged like a prostitute, and his eyelashes and eyebrows were highlighted with black liner. His eyes were almost wild as he walked sexily and slowly to the bed, climbed on top of me and crushed his lips against mine. He was vicious with his tongue, and exceedingly generous with his saliva, and the highlighted, sexy eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't resist humping my cock, which was clamped between his glorious thighs.

Halil pulled his head away, and his words were almost venomous when he said, "I want you to fuck me like a girl!"

I didn't need a second invitation as I grabbed his head and crushed his lips back against mine, and tasted the lipstick that was now smeared over both our faces. Halil grabbed my hair and tugged at it, hurting me, which only served to heighten the sexuality of the moment. The body that lay over me could have been either male or female, and because I had come to enjoy both, I didn't give a monkey's fuck which it was as I grappled him lustfully. I caressed his back, and then slid my hands under the silk panties and down to the `vagina', which was well lubed, and my finger slipped easily into him. With my knees, I prised his legs wide open, pulled his panties aside, and pushed him roughly down until my cock was nestling by it, then I thrust upwards, and my cock slipped into the warm receptacle... deeper and deeper until it would go no further. There was no pretence of gentleness as I crushed his head to my chest with one hand and grappled both soft buttocks with the other, and humped into him. This was one fuck I was going to enjoy, and I knew Halil was too, as he locked his arms around me and whined and struggled to bring me to a climax. And did we just do that! He was squealing at his own intense feelings as I pumped everything I'd got left deep into his glorious, soft, warm vagina.

When it was over, and after we'd both recovered from the lustful shock of what had happened, Halil's soft, loving eyes stared down into mine, and he asked, "Did you like that Gary? (I nodded.) Did you think you were fucking a girl? (I nodded.) Good, then that's what I'll be for you in future: half-girl and half-boy. You can decide what you want. You can buy me boy or girl clothes, depending on what you fancy when I'm coming to see you; stuff that turns you on, so every time I come here, you've got a choice." Then his eyes went really sexy when he said, "I like surprises."

At four in the afternoon, because it would be the last time until we could organize another meet, I had Halil's full permission to take him as roughly as I wanted. I compromised by bringing him to four climaxes as I gently slid my cock over his prostate before I slammed into him and ground my pubes against his buttocks to send the last remnants of my love juices deep inside him. Then I took him home, and when I got back and reflected on the weekend, I knew I would never experience anything like it again.

That's the end of the story, readers. Well, I could go on, but the things that Halil and I got up to after that would fill as many pages as War and Peace. Our affair lasted four years before we slowly drifted apart. It was more Halil's doing than mine. If I'm honest, I think he found someone else. Whatever, he left school and went to work in his uncle's clothing shop. They sold ladies' as well as men's clothes there. Perhaps his uncle was his new lover?

Me? Well, I've tasted the forbidden fruit and enjoyed it. I don't feel guilty about it, because it was what we both wanted. I'm courting again now. She's a nice lass, and we're off to Madeira in a few weeks time. She's pretty good in bed, but if I'm honest, she can't fuck like Halil could... my gorgeous, tasty, fantastic: Turkish Delight.

The end.

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