Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 23:24:28 +0200
From: Gary Morgan <gorm4571@mail.com>
Subject: A HOT HOLIDAY IN EUROPE - PART 15

A HOT HOLIDAY IN EUROPE - PART 15

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Saturday - late evening

Milan

It was now nearly 10 o'clock, so I showered and made sure I was ready to
meet with Berat again.  The thought of him fucking me so hard last night
was arousing me.  He was a very hot man in bed.

I read my book until it was time to go and meet him.  I walked down to his
cafe about five minutes before 11.  He was still inside cleaning and had
not started locking up as yet.

He looked very pleased to see me.  The door was locked and he rushed over
to open it up.  He locked it behind me and said he would be ready very
soon.  I sat at one of the tables to wait for him as he finished closing
everything down.  When he was ready to do the shutters he beckoned me to go
outside with him and turned the lights off as we stepped out onto the
footpath.

'Shall we go to the bar again?' he asked, as he started pulling the
rattling shutters down. 'I like a drink at the end of the day'.

I was fine with that and we walked around the corner and headed for the
bar.  There were a few more men in there tonight which was not surprising
as it was Saturday.  Turkish music was playing in the background, so I
assumed the clientele was mostly from that country.

We sat at the bar again and ordered beers.  Berat seemed much more relaxed
than last night.  Maybe he had been anxious about our first meeting.

He toasted me with 'Here's to another great evening' and gave me his
widest, sexiest smile.

I leaned in and whispered to him my toast. 'Here's hoping you get me
pregnant tonight!' I said.  He looked like he would fall off his stool with
surprise but he laughed and we clinked out glasses together.

After chatting for about twenty minutes, my eyes had adjusted to the gloom
of the bar.  I noticed that the man who had spoken to Berat last night as
we were leaving was there again and sitting alone at a table.  He was
staring off into space and his fingers were tapping along with the beat of
the music.

'Your friend from last night is here again', I said to Berat.

'Ah, yes', said Berat.  He looked a little uncomfortable for some reason
and it made me curious.  He was silent for a moment, looking down at the
floor.

'I think you want to know about my friend?' he said.

'Only if you want to tell me', I replied, not sure where this was going.

'Last night he asked me if he could have you, too', he said.  'He is my
good friend and we sometimes fuck guys together.  I felt you would not like
that and I didn't want to lose you'.

I chose my words carefully.  'I was very glad I had sex with you alone,
last night', I said.  'It was wonderful but if you want me to do it with
your friend, too, I am OK with that.  I have had experience in group sex'.
Well, that was the understatement of the year!

'He was very disappointed last night.  He thinks you are very hot', he
said. 'If he asks tonight, shall I tell him OK?'

'Yes, it is fine with me', I replied.

I felt quite excited at the prospect of being fucked by two Turkish men but
thought I shouldn't look too eager.  I stole glances at his friend every
now and then but he never seemed to be looking our way.

We finished our beers and Berat needed to go to the toilet.  I waited at
the bar for him.  After he had been gone a few minutes, I noticed that his
friend had disappeared from his table.  Berat was gone longer than I
expected.  I kept an eye on the toilet door and when it opened and Berat
came out, his friend was right behind him.  Obviously there had been
discussions.

His friend came over to the bar with him and Berat introduced him.  His
name was Mustafa.  He shook hands warmly but didn't make direct eye
contact.  He seemed a bit shy.  He offered to buy a round of drinks and
Berat raised his eyebrows at me.

I didn't really want another drink, but I felt we needed to break the ice
and agreed.  Berat looked pleased, so it seemed I had done the right thing.
Beers were served and we went back to Mustafa's table and sat down
together.

Mustafa spoke a little English and, with the help of Berat translating
occasionally, told me that he had been in Milan only one year and was
working as a cleaner, which he hated.  He was still learning Italian which
restricted him socially and so he was feeling a bit lonely.  Luckily, he
knew Berat from when he was a student at Ankara's University.

As we drank our beers, Mustafa got more relaxed and his personality started
to shine through.  He looked to be about 40 and, while not as handsome as
Berat, he was quite a nice looking guy.  His greying beard as well as his
dark eyes made him quite attractive.  I hoped he was as much fun in bed as
Berat.

We finished our beers and walked back to Berat's shop.  Asking us to wait,
Berat went around the corner and came back about five minutes later
carrying a large plastic bag.  Then he lifted the shutter on the shop
entrance, unlocked the door and ushered us inside, locking the door behind
him.

'We will have our fun here', he said, apologetically.  I guess that
bringing one guy home was OK with his friends, but not a group.

He took us through to a windowless room behind the kitchen filled neatly
with boxes and other equipment.  There was also a table and chairs but not
much else.  He closed the door behind us so we wouldn't be visible through
the glass front door.

He opened the bag and produced some towels, a bottle of lube and some paper
towels.  It looked like he had thought of everything!

Then Berat came over and embraced me, kissing me strongly.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw him beckon Mustafa over to join us.  He put his
arms around both of us so I turned to Mustafa and started kissing him, too.
He responded immediately and quite strongly.  His tongue was exploring my
mouth sensuously.  I could feel my cock hardening.  After a short time, I
started kissing Berat again and Mustafa busied himself licking my left ear.

Berat then stepped back and leaned against the table, watching.  Mustafa
kept on kissing me deeply and started touching my body - my chest, my
nipples through my shirt, my ass and felt for my cock as well.  I did the
same to him and encountered quite a sizeable lump in his pants.

I looked over at Berat again and he had his zipper down and his cock out,
gently stroking it.  I undid Mustafa's pants, too, and reached inside for
his cock.  It was very hairy in there and when I got my hand around his
cock, it felt quite thick and very hot.  Mustafa kept on kissing me but
undid his belt for me and let his pants drop onto the floor.  I pulled his
underpants down and released his cock, which was eight inches long and cut
with a large head on it.  Precum oozed out of it immediately and dripped
onto the floor.  He was in good shape physically and had a nicely hairy
body with more hair below his navel than above.

I crouched down and started sucking his cock, running my hands up through
the hair on his body.  Mustafa kicked off his sandals and stepped out of
his underpants.  He gripped my shoulders as I licked under the head,
scooping up more of his sweet- tasting precum with my tongue.

I stood up and undressed quickly.  Mustafa then held me at arm's length for
a moment, looking me over.  He said something to Berat, who smiled, so I
assume it was complimentary.  He squatted down and sucked my cock and
licked my balls, then turned me around facing Berat and started licking my
ass.  Berat pushed his cock into my mouth and leaned back against the
table.  The sensation of Mustafa eating my ass while I was sucking Berat's
cock was terrific.

After a while, they changed positions.  I tried to deep-throat Mustafa but
his cock was a bit too thick for that.  He was moaning gently as I sucked
it.  My mouth kept filling with his precum and I swallowed quite a lot.

After a while, Mustafa spoke to Berat who got more towels out of the
plastic bag and laid them out, covering the table's hard surface.  Mustafa
then got me to turn around and bend over the table.  He started rubbing his
cock up and down between my ass cheeks which felt very exciting.  Berat
picked up the lube and handed it to Mustafa who put some on his cock and
then some on my asshole as well.  He continued rubbing his cock smoothly
between my cheeks and I could feel the lube heating up.

Then Berat got me to suck his cock while he leaned against the table and
Mustafa started pushing his cock into my ass.  Even though it was thick, it
went in quite easily with the lube.  A couple of shoves and he was as deep
as he could go inside me.  I could feel his pubic hair up against my ass.
Then he started fucking me gently.  It felt so good with my hole stretched
so widely open.

As he fucked steadily faster, it became difficult to concentrate on sucking
Berat's cock as well, so I just braced myself against Berat and
concentrated on Mustafa's big, hot cock pounding me.

Then Mustafa spoke to Berat and they traded positions.  Berat shoved his
cock up into my ass while I braced myself against the table.  Mustafa stood
beside Berat and watched him fuck me, speaking what sounded like
encouragement to him.  At one point, he put his hand underneath me and felt
my asshole and balls while Berat continued to fuck me, moving faster all
the time.  He was really gathering speed and I could hear myself starting
to moan, it felt so good.

Berat stopped after a while and pulled his cock out of me.  Turning me
quickly around, he shoved his cock down my throat and face-fucked me for a
while, which was quite thrilling.  Then Mustafa slipped between me and the
table and pushed his cock back into my asshole and fucked me quite hard.

Berat stopped face-fucking me and asked me to get onto the table on my
back.  He then shoved his cock back up my hole and fucked me furiously.
Mustafa was talking to him all the time he was doing this.  Berat pulled
out and Mustafa quickly took his place and started really hammering my ass
so hard there were moments where I could hardly breathe.  This frenzy of
fucking was thrilling.  I hoped they could keep up this heavy pace for a
while longer yet.

For the next ten minutes or so, they tag-team fucked me, each stopping and
trading places just before they looked like cumming.  Often whoever was not
fucking would shove his cock into my mouth and each time it was covered in
each other's precum.

While Berat was fucking again, Mustafa said something to him that made him
stop.

Berat looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then said, 'Can we fuck
you really rough?  But only if it excites you', he said hurriedly, 'not to
hurt you'.

'Yes', I said, 'but if I ask you to stop, you will stop? And no marks or
slapping, OK?'

'Just hard fucking, that's all', said Berat and he spoke to Mustafa who
nodded in agreement.

I was glad Berat was first and he started slow and steady and then really
let me have it.  Fucking either incredibly fast or grinding his cock in as
deep as possible, it had me moaning with pleasure.

Then he offered my ass to Mustafa who pushed my legs back and rammed his
cock in roughly and fucked even harder.  Sweat started to drip off his nose
down onto my face.  His big cock was going in very deep and it made me gasp
when it got into places inside where it hadn't been before.  I was really
enjoying it.

I took a chance and commanded him to fuck me even harder.  He smiled,
breathing deeply and managed to go even faster.  He was really rough but it
was fun and felt good.  Suddenly his eyes went wide and he groaned loudly,
stopped fucking and blew his load deep inside me.  The jerking of his cock
went on for quite a while.

Then he pulled out and Berat took his place and, not fucking as hard as
before, was clearly enjoying feeling Mustafa's hot cum on his cock inside
me.  Within a couple of minutes, he shot his load inside me, too, and again
it felt like a big load.  He stayed inside until his breathing slowed down
and then pulled out.  I heard a load of cum splatter onto the floor after
pouring out of my ass.

I stood up and both guys got me to suck the last drops out of their cocks.
The room smelled strongly of cum.  When I looked down, the puddle of cum on
the floor was huge.

Mustafa kissed me deeply and said thank you over and over.  Berat grinned
at me and ran his hand playfully through my hair.

'You are good to rape', he said.

'I don't think it's rape if I enjoyed it', I answered.  'You could have
fucked me even harder, you know.  I can handle it and it really felt
sooooooooo good!'

We helped Berat to clean up and he sprayed some deodorant in the room to
get rid of the hot cum smell.  Then we left the store and he locked up.
Both guys hugged me on the street and said goodnight.  I walked the short
distance to my hotel.  I looked at my watch - it was just after 1am again.
I had a quick shower and headed off to bed.


To be continued....

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