Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2009 15:07:12 -0400
From: burak berge <burakberge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hamza and His Sons Chapter 1

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Hamza and his sons

Chapter 1

My name is Alp. I am 13 years old and living in a little village in southwest
Turkey. I've been enjoying the company of adult men since I was very young.
     My oldest memory is of me and my family going to our summerhouse in
southwest Turkey. The house was in a small vineyard. At that age I liked
horses so much, that my father bought a horse and a colt for me. He also hired
a groom. The man's name was Hamza and he was from the beautiful southern
city of Adana. Hamza was married and had two boys. He had all the
characteristics of Adana men: black hair and black eyes with beautiful, long
eyelashes. His had an olive skin, nice chest hair and a treasure trail. Because he
worked in the barn in the hot climate, he was working bare-chested. Sweat
glistened on his naked body almost all the time.

     My father worked hard and went away on business trips a lot, so Hamza
was the only adult man around. I loved being around him. He was teaching me
how to ride a horse, but I was so little. At the beginning of the lesson he would
jump on a horse and sat me right in front of him, holding me with one hand so
I wouldn't fall off and he would hold the reigns in his other hand. Almost every
time, we rode together on a horse through the forest. He enjoyed riding with a
bare chest and I really liked to lean my head on his hairy chest. I tried to be as
close as possible to him. My parents also liked Hamza and trusted him to look
after me.

     I clearly remember the horse riding with Hamza; those times were the
very first sexual male bonding experiences of my life. Every time Hamza
placed me right in front of him and pulled me close to him while we were on
the horse, I would feel a strange feeling against my bum. It felt as if a long,
thick and very hard stick was poking me in the ass. I really liked the feeling.
Soon I realized it was something in Hamza's pants that was rubbing against
my ass. When we were horse riding like that, I was almost riding back and
forth on that hard stick, because Hamza would pull me with his strong arms
against his crotch. The more he pulled me to his crotch, the stronger I felt that
hard thing against my ass.
     One day when we were horse riding in our usual position, he suddenly
put his hands under my shirt and started to touch my body. He played with
my nipples and squeezed them. I didn't say a word or objected to this. That
made him bolder, so he put his hands inside my shorts and he started to fondle
my little penis and played with my balls. That was the most awesome feeling I
ever had in my life! He held my  from behind and started to kiss my neck and
cheeks and my mouth. All of those intense feelings made me very dizzy. I was
totally lost in ecstasy and I let myself go in his arms. He could have done
anything he wanted. I wouldn't have objected or even said a word. I just felt
like I was in heaven!
     After that day, Hamza and I went horse riding together every day.  As
soon as we were out of the sight from my parents and our house, he touched
me at every chance he got. He sat me right on his crotch and I felt his
enormous dick under my ass. The feeling of a hard dick rubbing my ass was
incredible. I remember that if I didn't have a horse ride with Hamza for just one
day, my asshole started to itch for his dick.
     One day when we were riding again and I was also riding on his dick
back and forth with the walking motion of the horse.
     I asked him:
     "Hamza?"
     "Yes my dear?"
     "I really like to sit on that thing."
"What thing, baby?"
     "That thick, long and hard thing I sit on when we ride a horse. What is
that?"
"Ohhh... my little angel. That is my penis."
"But how come yours is so big and mine is so small?"
     "My angel, when you'll become older, your penis will become a cock and
it will get bigger."
"But yours is also very hard, like a wooden stick..."
     "My baby, my cock is not hard like that all the time. When I feel good
and excited, it becomes three times bigger than usual."
"Why did you get excited, Hamza?"
     "Because of you, my little angel. I love you so much and you are such a
handsome boy. Your beauty is getting me excited, so I get a hard dick all the
time when I am around you."
     I wanted to compare my little penis to his huge cock. I wanted to see it
and touch it, so I boldly asked him:
"Hamza, could you please show me your dick? I want to see it."
"I'm afraid I'll have to say "no" to you, baby boy."
I felt so crushed. I started to beg him and to cry:
     "Please Hamza, why can't I see it? I want to see it and touch it so much!"
     He replied:
     "I can't do this with you anymore, baby. This is all wrong. You are so
beautiful and I cannot help touching you, but I know that it must stop. You
easily could put me in trouble, if your parents knew about this."
I said:
"They won't know. I will never tell them. I promise!"
But he said:
     "No, my baby. We must stop right now."
     No matter what I said to him that day, I couldn't convince him to show
me his dick.
He stopped teaching me to horse ride.
* * *
     There were so many things had to be done around the house and in the
vineyard. Hamza was a big help to my father and my father was so happy
Hamza was around to take care of everything. Soon, my father offered him a
higher pay and Hamza became manager of the vineyard.
     Time went by and I became 10 years old. I was a very good horse rider,
considering my young age. I didn't need Hamza's lessons anymore, but I never
forgot the things that happened between us. I was always giving him lots of
hugs, burying my face in his hairy chest, kissing him on the cheeks every
chance I got and even touching him "down there" pretending it happened
accidentally. He gave me warm hugs and patted me lightly on my ass. He knew
I was touching him down there on purpose. When I would lightly touch his
dick, he always would smile flirtatiously and wink at me.
     I was also a very good friend of Hamza's two sons, Emre and Tolga.
Emre was two years older than I and he was a smaller version of Hamza. He
had dark features and a lean body with defined muscles. Emre  was in his early
puberty, so he just started to get some chest hair and a treasure trail, just like
his father. Tolga was the opposite of Emre. He was blond and blue-eyed. Tolga
had a milky white skin, like his mother. He and I were both ten years old at
that time. Emre and Tolga were the only other kids around. We would play
together all the time. Very often, my mother would let me sleep over at their
house. We would play games all night long and sleep together in the only bed
in their room.
     One night, the three of us were lying in bed together and I was ready to
fall asleep. I felt that Emre held me in his arms from behind. I was used to
sleep like this with Emre, but this time it was different. This time I felt the
same hard feeling against my ass, just like when I was horse riding with
Hamza. Being poked in the ass by Emre was very surprising and exciting at
the same time. It had been a long time since Hamza took me on his lap, with
my ass against his hard, long and thick cock. I really liked that game and I
missed it; I wanted to play it again. Since it was a hot summer night, we were
sleeping only in our briefs; so I felt Emre's dick against my ass very strongly.
Emre's dick was not as big as his father's, but it was big enough to give me the
feeling that it would tear my briefs and make a hole. I pushed my ass back
against Emre's dick and started to wiggle it. I could feel that Emre got very
excited, because he started to breath heavily. I got bolder. I reached behind my
back and touched his dick. I started to masturbate him. He pulled down my
briefs, so he could ride my ass crack and get a better feel of my ass with his
dick. I was still holding his cock. While I was masturbating him in my hand, I
felt the mushroom head touching my asshole. That was sending shivers all
over my body. My little penis was hard as a rock too. I felt my head spinning
and I closed my eyes.
     When I opened them again, I realized that the other brother, Tolga, was
watching us. At this point I just didn't care, because I was having such a good
time. Tolga didn't look surprised at all. He was smiling at me. He winked at
his brother and did something I wasn't expecting at all! He bent over and began
to suck my right nipple. I was in heaven with both brothers working my body
at the same time: Emre at my back, licking my neck and rubbing his dick in my
ass crack and Tolga in front of me, sucking my nipples. He licked his way
down on my belly and then started to lick my cock and balls with his tongue.

     Emre started to fuck me between my legs from behind. Tolga was licking
my balls and trying to catch his brother's mushroom head when it peaked
through my legs. Tolga stopped licking my balls and concentrated sucking his
brother's mushroom cockhead like crazy. He was kissing his brother's dick;
licking the shaft and making it disappear inside his mouth and deep-throating
it. I watched this lustful scene. I just couldn't resist, I had to join the sucking
game. I got up and bent over and touched the tip of Emre's dick with my
tongue. At that moment I knew I would be addicted to the taste of the clear
juice that came out of his piss slit. Tolga left his brother's dick for me to use. I
got on my knees and started to lick that delicious dick. I jerked it at the same
time. In a short while, Tolga joined me in sucking his brother's dick. He was
trying to kiss me with his brother's dick between our lips.
     All of a sudden, Emre stretched his body and he began to make crying
noises. I felt a strange, but very good taste inside my mouth. A delicious juice
was coming out of his dick! It was nothing like I had ever tasted in my life. I
tried to suck as much as I could out of his dick, I didn't want to waste a drop
of it. Tolga was nudging me to get some but I had no intension to give him a
chance. I sucked Emre till I drained his balls. Tolga was still begging for fresh
cum. I started to kiss him and poured some of the cum I hadn't swallowed and
that I had kept in my mouth into Tolga's. Emre was watching this hot scene
between his brother and me, while still holding and rubbing his dick in his
hand. All of a sudden, I saw a shadow at the door. It was Hamza, watching us.
He was playing with his dick and stroking it in his hand. After a short while,
he disappeared.
     I was curious why Hamza wasn't angry with us, although he caught the
three of us having sex. Why didn't he enter the room and scream at us and tell
us that what we were doing was wrong? Did it give him so much pleasure to
watch us having sex that made him wank off standing in the door? Did that
mean we weren't doing anything wrong?
     I made up my mind. I would get the answers to all of my questions about
Hamza very soon. I had never forgotten our games while we were riding a
horse together. When I was 6 years old, he had told me, that I excited him. He
always let me hug him, allowed to touch his dick in his pants, let me bury my
face in his silky chest hair and let me get a good feel of his dick while I hugged
him. I knew he had always wanted me, but I was sure he didn't go further with
me because of my young age. Maybe he felt ashamed and thought that having
sex with boys was wrong, but it was okay with me. I wanted him so bad! I had
to make sure he knew that it would be okay with me.
     Unfortunately, I had to wait a little longer to get the answers to all my
questions and to have sex with him.

END OF PART ONE

Here ends the first chapter of my first attempt at a Man-boy story.
I had great fun writing it. I love hearing from readers, so please feel free
to send me an email at burakberge@hotmail.com with any questions, comments
or suggestions for future work!.Thanks!