Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 06:09:06 PDT
From: Derek D <derekdiq@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tensome Guys Go to Bed, part 3

Here is part three.

"Derek Diq"

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This is a completely fictional story of all male sexuality. If you do not
want to read such a story, you should stop reading and think about how you
ended up here. If you did not want to read another of these disclaimers --
too bad, you just have. Always, always practise safe sex, unlike the people
in the story, who are imaginary and thus never get sick unless otherwise
indicated. This story is free for all. It should not be distributed for
money. No one may charge you money for it. Copyright Derek Diq 1999. Feel
free to mail me with comments or questions at derekdiq@hotmail.com. Just
keep it real.



The Tensome Guys Go To Bed
Part Three: Yury & Mahmet

by Derek Diq


       Everyone could hear what was going on in the two other compartments.
Liu and Josh were at it on one side, and on the other side Ernando and Paolo
were getting it on. The six naked men listened for a while. Erections grew
all around--getting harder and harder with each new sound from the other
compartments. All the splashes of sperm across their bellies, buttocks and
thighs had dried and began to disappear into the skin.

       Kaveem's black pubic hairs were still moist with sweat and cum. His
almost nine inches of dark Indian rock-meat were slowly stretching the
foreskin away from the head of the cock. He looked at Mahmet, who was
sitting close by. "Fuck, that boy is so *hairy*!" he thought to himself.

       From the angle where Kaveem sat, on the floor with his back to one of
the chairs, he had a great view of the 22 year old Turkmenian's crotch.
Mahmet's thick cock had recovered at the same pace as the other five young
men's cocks and was now pointing in its curved way toward his hairy navel.
It actually throbbed a little, Kaveem noticed.

       As Mahmet sat with his thighs spread wide, leaning backwards in his
seat, Kaveem got a good look at his dark crack. The abundance of hair around
the base of Mahmet's cock and heavy balls continued down his groin, in
between his legs, and it grew even thicker in the crack between his ass
cheeks. From this angle it was impossible to see more than a hint of where
the guy's rear entrance was.

       "I would like to shave you." Kaveem said. He looked straight at
Mahmet, who reacted only slowly to the suggestion.

       "I shaved this morning..." he said, feeling his chin with his right
hand. He felt some stubble, but he also noticed that the hand had a strong
smell of sex--he had been using it intensely all day.

       He smiled at Kaveem to show that he knew what the 24-year-old had
meant. "I kinda like my body hair."

       "I do to!" Yury had spoken suddenly, feeling that he had a right to
be a bit possessive. After all, he had a claim to protect.

       The slim Russian had just as hard an erection as the others, and his
eyes were just as hazy with lust as theirs. He fixed his gaze on Kaveem and
smiled cockily.

       "Okay..." Kaveem sighed. "What if I just shave part of you?"

       "What part?" Mahmet asked.

       "Your ass."

       Mahmet and Yury exchanged glances. Mahmet nodded, and Yury grinned
toward Kaveem. "Let's all watch you do it, man!" Yury said.

       Mahmet slid down from the chair and lay on his back on the floor. He
held his hands at the back of his thighs and raised his hairy ass in the
air. "Okay--go ahead, Kaveem."

       Kaveem brought out his can of shaving gel and spread a coat of white
lather across Mahmet's ass cheeks. His hands caressed the full roundness of
the ass. Then he applied the foam to the crevice between them, and to the
thick strands of wiry black hair there. Now he was really enjoying himself.
His hands were covered in the soapy white substance.

       At one point Kaveem's right middle finger found its way into the
opening of Mahmet's pulsating rectum, which reacted immediately. Mahmet's
hard, curved cock bobbed against his stomach, letting out some pre-cum. The
young Turkmenian objected half-heartedly. "HEY! Stop it! You don't go there!
Unhhh... Well, okay... But don't go any deeper."

       Kaveem was kneeling in front of Mahmet's chair, his own erect cock
pointing straight up as he shaved the buttocks of this husky youth. He did
not pay it any attention, though. He was completely concentrated on what he
was doing to the sensitive area in front of him, oh-so-close to his face.
His heart was racing, and he felt sweat running down his sides.

       Yury had kept very close to them the whole time. As Mahmet's ass was
protruding from the white foam with each new stroke of the razor, Yury knelt
beside Kaveem to kiss the smooth skin. Mahmet enjoyed that. His leaking cock
jerked again, and Yury took the fat trunk in his hand.

       "Maybe we should go to our compartment and have a quiet moment to
ourselves? Just man-to-man." Mahmet said. His love for Yury was greater than
any brief pleasure that others could offer.

       Yury smiled at Mahmet, knowing that it might not be so quiet a moment
after all. "Whatever you say, Mahmet. You know I'll do whatever you say,
dude."

       Kaveem looked a bit disappointed, but he got over it. "Hey, you do
whatever you feel like, dudes. But now you can't stop me from doing *this*!"
He grinned and quickly inserted two slick fingers into Mahmet's now smooth
and hairless hole, which was completely relaxed. Mahmet shook from the
sensation, and Yury felt his cock throb and grow.

       "Oh man!" Mahmet said, almost regretting what he had already made up
his mind to do. He arched his back off the floor and moved his ass closer,
getting Kaveem to push his two fingers further inside.

       "But that's all you're gonna get, you fickle boy!" Kaveem laughed. He
was moving his fingers in and out, but mostly out. When he left Mahmet's ass
completely, Mahmet stood up and quite demonstratively brushed the trunk of
his cock against Kaveem's forehead. Kaveem lapped at his balls but missed.
Yury and Mahmet left the room hand in hand.

       A whole bunch of condoms in one hand, and his lover's hand in the
other, Yury was feeling pure happiness. They made their way to the staff
compartment very quickly, almost running. Each man's hard, erect penis
showed that they would waste little time once they got there.

       That first kiss once they got inside was fabulous. The stood as close
as they could, and they both felt the heat from the other one. Their
throbbing organs were pressed against each other when they hugged and
kissed. Yury felt Mahmet's hot breath in his mouth. He inhaled it. Then
Mahmet did the same, and for a short while they were breathing each other's
air. Their saliva mixed as their tongues met. Even though they had kissed
many, many times, it still felt electric.

       Letting go of Mahmet's sweet mouth, Yury got down on his knees. He
used his mouth to trace his lover's hairy chest and belly, and when he
reached his goal Mahmet had no doubt about what was do come next.

       "Aaaaaaahhhhh..." Mahmet sighed as Yury licked tenderly at the tip of
his solid organ.

       As Yury opened his mouth and started to let Mahmet in, he felt two
strong hands on his shoulders. Mahmet slowly sat down on the bed and brought
Yury with him. Or, more importantly at the time, Yury's mouth. Now, Yury
descended on Mahmet's cock and started sucking. Mahmet could do nothing else
but lay back and enjoy it. And he did.

       Between sighs and grunts, Mahmet whispered sweet things in Russian
which his lover then could not answer by other means than sucking and
grunting. So that is what he did. Mahmet felt the deep vibrations from each
grunt riding up through his cock and hitting the hot spot inside of him
right where the hilt of his shaft met his scrotum.

       The entire time, Yury had been fondling Mahmet's new smoothness with
both hands. Looking up at Mahmet, his mouth still filled with the young
man's dick, Yury started to move his fingers closer to the Turkmenian's
asshole. Mahmet responded by lifting his hips to give Yury easier access.

       Their eyes were still locked as Yury slowly slid his mouth up to the
head of Mahmet's penis again and then let it slip out altogether. His tongue
followed the ridge of stiff flesh downwards to Mahmet's still fuzzy balls.
Kaveem had only shaved the ass cheeks and the crack between them. When Yury
continued down, he took one of Mahmet's large balls in his mouth and sucked
gently. Mahmet had his hands on Yury's shoulders, urging him to continue
even further down.

       Yury was glad to obey his lover's wish, because this was giving him
as much pleasure as Mahmet. He let go of the first ball and took the other
one in his mouth instead. Then he licked his way down along the bottom of
the heavy sac until he reached the firm swelling which was the very root of
Mahmet's manhood. Right between his powerful, muscular thighs. Yury was now
holding the crack wide open with one palm on each side of the puckered hole.

       Mahmet had pulled his knees toward his chest and lay on his back
enjoying his lover's gentle mouth. He could feel the stubble on Yury's chin
against the smoothened skin of his ass. He knew that he himself was just as
unshaven now, and he smiled when he thought of the irony in having had his
ass shaved more recently than his own chin.

       For Yury, the sensation was quite the opposite. As he was making his
way down the crack, he could feel the new softness against his face. His
flushed cheeks, his lips, his tongue--they all knew the way it used to feel
when he did this to Mahmet. The difference made his cock itch and twitch. A
burning sensation ran from the top of his head, down his spine, and to the
tip of his aching member. He knew what he wanted; what he needed. What they
both needed.

       Finally the lips of Yury's mouth met the lips of Mahmet's ass. Almost
instantly, Yury could feel Mahmet opening up to him. Yury liked the way this
felt like a kiss. He licked his way around the muscle and then licked the
muscle itself. Mahmet moaned with pleasure. His tight sphincter relaxed
somewhat and allowed Yury to enter with his tongue.

       At first, Yury kept it smooth and soft, but as he felt Mahmet
convulse from the intense pleasure he was administering, he made his tongue
more rigid and started to fuck Mahmet up the ass with just his tongue. His
fingers were busy holding Mahmet's ass wide open for his assault. Then,
Mahmet took over that job, spreading his ass even wider. At the same time as
Yury licked and stabbed the opening with as much of his tongue as possible,
Mahmet motioned for Yury to tend to his throbbing cock. It was leaking
precum all over Mahmet's hairy belly.

       Yury was quick to react. He took Mahmet's thick organ with both
hands, feeling the familiar curve at its hardest. Soon after he had started
to feel the superheated skin move along the pole toward the top and back
again, the young Russian found a way to get his tongue a bit further inside
of Mahmet. It was still far from reaching the man's prostate gland, but
nonetheless it did the trick. In a few instants, Mahmet roared with wild
ecstasy as he spewed forth yet another large load of hot semen onto his own
chest and face.

       Some of the cum ran down Yury's hands, but most of it was actually
sprayed across Mahmet's hairy torso. A few drops had hit his shoulders and
forehead, a few more had hit his eyes, mouth, and chin, but most of the
sizzling drops decorated his pecs and abs.

       "Wow!" Yury said. "Now you've got to be ready for me."

       "What, now?"

       "Yeah, sure. I mean, after that orgasm, you have to be relaxed and
ready to have even more up your ass... Right?" Yury smiled as he suggested
that. He got a condom without even waiting for Mahmet to answer.

       Still exhausted from the immense pleasure, Mahmet did little more
than smile at Yury. "I'd love to, honey." Then he reminded Yury, as he
always did: "Just use a lot of lube, dude." Coincidentally, that was what
Kaveem in turn had told *him* a while ago.

       "A lot of lube it is," Yury said as he rolled the rubber down over
his hard trunk. It was a little longer than Mahmet's, but on the other hand
it was not as extraordinarily thick. He used his right index finger and
middle finger to spread the lube across the whole length of his hard member.
After adding a little extra to the glans, he used those two fingers to smear
Mahmet's soft opening with the same care.

       "Awright... You ready?"

       "Uh-huh." Mahmet nodded, his eyes fixed on the erection which was
pointing at his sphincter.

       "I'll take it slow. I wanna enjoy you for as long as I can," Yury
said.

       When Yury entered Mahmet, he did so in one smooth motion. They had
practised this together many times, and they were rather proud of their
combined technique of relaxation and pressure. Yury felt Mahmet engulf his
fat hardon to the hilt. He rested in that positon, gazing into Mahmet's
brown eyes.

       They hugged as Yury pulled out a bit and then slowly, softly entered
Mahmet again. The sticky cum between them only made them feel so much
closer. They kissed. Yury could taste a couple of drops of semen on Mahmet's
lips before their tongues met. His nostrils filled with the smell of fresh
spunk that was released by the drops of sweat that his boyfriend exuded.

       "I wanna suck your cock too," Mahmet suddenly said. "Lick your balls
and make you feel all the pleasure that you gave me."

       "Are you sure this is not just a way to get out of ...this?" Yury
joked, and with the last word of his sentence he pushed his cock hard into
Mahmet's open ass.

       "Unhhhh..."

       "Say what?" Yury smiled. He kept jabbing his cock deep into Mahmet.

       "No... unhhhh... it isn't... unhhhh... I really wanna do it. Oh
yeah... I wanna lick your hard meat and gnaw at your balls! Yeah!!!"

       Yury noticed that Mahmet was completely hard again. His cock never
seemed to get enough.

       "Okay, I'm gonna pull out of ya now..." he said.

       "Wait..."

       "Sure." Yury smiled again, happy that his cock could give such
pleasure to his lover.

       "Okay, now you can do it," Mahmet said. He was ready to separate from
his mate. As Yury pulled out of his colon, he pushed as he would when taking
a shit. That always seemed to ease the discomfort of disengaging, but there
was still a certain sense of loss.

       Yury stayed on top of Mahmet, and they kissed some more. The condom
was disposed of, and Yury sat up with his thighs on either side of Mahmet's
chest. His erect penis was pointing up at somewhere between their heads, but
as Yury slid closer to Mahmet, Mahmet grabbed the shaft with his left hand
and brought the tip down to his mouth.

       With his right hand Mahmet fondled Yury's balls and ass crack as he
licked the rigid meat that he held firmly in his left hand. Mahmet always
sucked much harder than Yury, and this time was no exception. Yury moaned
with pleasure. He felt as if his life was being drained from him through the
narrow slit at the end of his truncheon. And it was, in a way. At least the
part of life which is precum. Mahmet enjoyed it.

       After a while, although Yury could have had him continue for a much,
much longer time, Mahmet let Yury's cock slip out of his mouth. Instead he
started to lick its cum tube, just as Yury had done to him. When he got down
to the sensitive skin covering the gonads, Mahmet spread it with his hands
and started to lick.

       Mahmet used his left hand to hold Yury's cock up against his stomach.
The index finger and thumb were spreading the skin of the scrotum. His right
hand cupped the testicles and fondled the skin behind the swaying balls--the
road that led to Yury's sweet asshole.

       Large amounts of precum continued to leak out of Yury's piss slit,
which was half covered by his semi-retracted foreskin. Yury had his hands on
his hard buttocks and tilted his head backwards at the same time as he
pushed his crotch closer to Mahmet's wonderful face. This felt great.

       Mahmet found a way to insert the lubricated tip of his right index
finger into the hole he had been looking for. Suddenly, Yury could not stay
upright any more. He felt his hips buck and he quickly moved away from
Mahmet to avoid hurting him. They shifted positions. Now Yury was lying on
his back on the bed, with his shoulders against the wall above the
pillow--and with Mahmet still at it between his legs.

       Yury raised his knees as Mahmet had done, and this gave Mahmet an
even better chance at finger-fucking him. Mahmet licked his lubed fingers
and tried again. This time, he got two of them in with great ease. He added
some more lube and spit, and as he licked along the root of Yury's engorged
cock through his scrotum, even more saliva trickled down to his fingers.

       With three fingers already up Yury's ass, Mahmet decided it was time
to start working on his throbber as well. He changed his grip on the hot
member and closed his left hand around its hard shaft. As he pulled the
foreskin down from the shiny cock head, Mahmet looked at his lover's crotch.
Yury's balls were glistening with Mahmet's saliva. Slimey strands of spit
and lube hung between Mahmet's thumb and the fingers he had inserted to
pleasure his friend.

       Mahmet moved his fingers against what he knew to be that gland of joy
inside Yury. At the same time, he worked his left hand up and down along the
hard length of Yury's meat. Pulling back the foreskin, covering the glans
again, pulling back, repeating the motion faster and faster. Yury screamed
with excitement.

       "Yeahhhh!"

       Soon, there was no return. Mahmet pressed harder on Yury's prostate
and moved his left fist up and down in a firm grip as fast as he could.
Mahmet's mouth rested on Yury's balls, slowly sucking and licking them,
taking turns with them inside his mouth.

       Yury shouted out: "Yes! You make me feel so goooooood!"

       His load burst out with ferocious energy. It soared for a second,
then it gave in to gravity and landed all over the boys. Much of it ran down
Mahmet's hand, coating it with a fine glaze of sticky white cream. Yury did
not hit his own face as Mahmet had done, but that was merely because of how
he was sitting and how Mahmet had been aiming his pee shooter at the time.
He had shot just as far, but it had gone straight up and forward instead of
along his swimmer's body.

       "Wow, that was great! I think I hit every part of your back, dude...
All the way down to your waist."

       "Yeah, I felt that. How about you?"

       "Well, I got some on my chest and abs, but most of it ended up on
you, actually. You have a lot of it in your hair," Yury said, somewhat
embarassed.

       "Oh yeah, now I feel that too. It's starting to run a little."

       "Come here."

       "Wait, I've got to get my fingers out of your ass, man!"

       They both started laughing, but soon they were kissing again. Mahmet
carefully extracted his digits from Yury's anus and instead inserted his
rock hard penis. At the same time, Yury moved his left leg over so that
Mahmet could snuggle up behind him. It just followed naturally, and Yury was
relieved not to have that empty sensation when he was feeling so good all
over. There was more than enough lube inside Yury already, but just to be
sure Mahmet added even more.

       They hugged tight. Mahmet felt really good, his boner buried to the
hilt in Yury's hot ass. Yury felt just as good with it there. He noticed
that he was getting hard again. How could it be possible after all that
cumming? He decided not to think about why, but instead to make the most of
it. Mahmet thought along the same lines. They were both eager to continue
fucking each other hard. But first they had to get some sleep.

       Mahmet kissed Yury goodnight. As they were exhausted, their embrace
eventually lost its power, but they slept very close to each other. And when
they woke up the next morning, they had connected again during the night.

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