Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2011 19:02:21 +0200
From: S K <spokes1810@gmail.com>
Subject: Pete's Turkish Fantasy---Chapter Three

The usual disclaimers apply. This story is a work of fiction (which means
that it is not real), written for the pleasure of adults. It contains
imaginary sex scenes between boys and men. If this offends you, please
leave this page. The copyright of this story is held by the author. I
really would like to hear from you, readers, so send your comments and
ideas to spokes1810@gmail.com.
	This story is dedicated to Nifty writer Larry Flint (also known as
Phangasm).
	I'd like to thank Zac for his "technical advice". Big hugs to my
dostum (buddy) Burak for the translation of the Turkish phrases and his
brotherly, sexy inspiration.
	Story codes: adult/youth, interracial, incest

	Pete's Turkish Fantasy

	Chapter Three

	Mehmet Yilmaz led Jim and his son Pete out of his office and
directed them towards a staircase, which went all the way down to the
building's basement. Ramazan Yerlikaya followed them. The men had put their
track pants back on again, but Pete was still naked. They were on their way
to the wrestling club's hammam. No one said a word. Pete was still horny as
hell. Mr. Yilmaz hadn't allowed him to shoot his load and his cock was so
hard that it hurt. His tall, young body was covered with the men's cum. His
dad walked next to him, his arm around his son's shoulder.

The three men and the teenager reached the wrestling club's hammam. It was
very modest, nothing compared to the large and spacious hammams that
existed in Turkey as well. The wrestling club's hammam was constructed with
a simple purpose: to give the wrestlers an opportunity to wash and
relax. As in every hammam, there was a large block of marble in the middle
of the room, heated from the inside. In every corner of the dimly lit room
were little fountains from which flowed warm water. Between the fountains,
constructed against the walls, were marble benches. Whiffs of steam drifted
through the hot and humid room and Pete noticed a faint smell of soap.

When they entered the hammam, Pete saw that there were already two
men. They were sitting on one of the benches and both of them were dripping
with water and sweat. They were naked, except for a small red and white
towel around their waists. Mr. Yilmaz grinned, turned around towards Pete
and said:

"Meet two other wrestlers of my club, Yusuf and Ali."

Pete stepped forward to say hello to the men, but Mr. Yilmaz ordered him to
stand at attention.

The kid quickly assumed the position, his shoulders straight, his chest
pushed out and his hands behind his back. His cock stood proudly away from
his body. The two Turks stood up and looked the young American teen
over. Then they exchanged a sly grin and stepped forward. Without saying a
word, the oldest man, Ali, gently started to rub his strong, rough hands
all over Pete's young body. Soon, his friend Yusuf joined him. They smiled
and muttered something to each other, while they savored and explored the
teen's hot body. Pete moaned while he received this very erotic massage
from the two Turks.

Yusuf was 35 years old. He had a strong, slightly chubby body of medium
height. His pecs were well-developed and he had a lot of furry hair on his
chest. His black eyes looked appreciatively at the young boy whose body he
was touching and rubbing. A lewd smile played around his lips. Yusuf's
head, short beard and chest hair were sprinkled with drops of sweat and
water.

His buddy Ali was a tall man, almost as tall as Jim Millard. He was a man
in his early forties and had a dark face, wavy black hair and black
eyes. He was more muscular than Yusuf, especially his very hairy chest and
legs. His lips were thick and sensual under his large Turkish moustache. He
stood in front of Pete and winked at the horny kid.

Yusuf moved behind Pete and the two Turks continued their massage. Pete
felt himself pressed between the two hot wrestlers. He could feel their big
calloused hands everywhere on his body. They really worked him over. The
men's hands were all over him: on his back, his smooth chest, his small,
tight butt, and his long, developing legs. Sometimes, Yusuf would stroke
the kid's longish, sweat-matted hair. The two Turks really pressed their
strong, masculine bodies against the young American kid and Pete felt two
large erections poking him. After a few minutes, the Turks were squeezing
the panting and moaning boy tightly between their bodies: Pete was
immobilized in a Turkish wrestler sandwich.

Meanwhile, Mehmet Yilmaz, Ramazan Yerlikaya and Jim had taken off their
track pants and had put loosely tied towels around their waist. Now they
were sitting down on one of the marble benches. They watched the two Turks
giving Pete a rubdown. Jim lazily played with his cock. Although he just
had a ball-draining orgasm, his strong, long daddy dick was standing up
again. Mehmet toyed with his shaved balls, his big nut sack hanging out
from under his towel. He said to Jim:

"You see Jeem, Yusuf and Ali really know how to make boy feel good... They
always work together, too. Yusuf and Ali here... they like to feel real
pleasure with boys."

Jim Millard grinned and replied:

"I can see that, my friend! I think that sexy kid of mine is in for a hard
and hot time. Fuck, look at the size of their bulges!"

At that moment, the two Turkish wrestlers gave each other a signal and
suddenly Pete was lifted up a bit, so that the teen was hanging in mid-air,
completely wedged in between the two Turks' bodies. Now he was at eye level
with Ali. Pete could smell the Turk's very strong, masculine odor. Ali
smiled at him. Pete smiled back; he really was turned on by the situation
and by this man. Ali then moved his face closer towards Pete's, their
foreheads touched and within seconds, Ali's big, strong tongue had invaded
Pete's small mouth. Man and boy kissed like their lives depended on
it. Yusuf pressed his big body even harder into Pete's; his big erect cock
pushed against the small of the kid's smooth back. This way, he grounded
the young teen's body into Ali's. Pete moaned and tried to wriggle a bit
while being so expertly kissed, but the Turks had really pinned him. He
couldn't move an inch and he was enjoying every second of it. He groaned
louder now, when he felt his teen cock rub against Ali's hairy and sweaty
lower stomach. The feeling of the Turk's strong, wiry hair on his very
sensitive cockhead made him wild.

Yusuf had started to lick Pete's earlobe and now moved his thick tongue
over the teen boy's cheek. His wanted to french kiss the kid too and as he
reached Pete's lips, his friend Ali let him plunge his tongue into the
boy's sweet mouth. After a while, Ali joined them; now they were sharing a
hot, deep, three-way spit-kiss.

While he was watching the incredibly hot scene, Pete's father thought:

"Damn... I have seen some nasty shit in my life before, but this is fucking
unbelievable!"

The thought that his own fourteen-year old son was the star of the scene in
front of him made his dick even harder.  He took it into his hand and
forcefully slapped his long cock against the palm of his other hand. The
impact sent a wave of pleasure through him and he moaned loudly.

Mehmet Yilmaz, who was still pulling and tugging on his big, shaved ball
bag, smiled and said:

"Having good time, Jeem?"

"You bet, man... This sure is one of the hottest things I have ever seen!"

The trio in front of them was now a groaning, shivering, moaning, thrashing
mass. Sexual energy seemed to radiate from it and Jim wasn't really
surprised to see Yusuf thrusting his engorged cock against his boy's ass
crack. He understood the man. Having such a sweet boy hole right in front
of you and not plunge your cock balls deep into it would be almost a crime.

	But Mehmet Yilmaz wasn't pleased. He stood up and yelled:

	"Yusuf! Geri dur! O buyuk sikini cocugun got deliginden cek. Kurali
biliyorsun! Onu ilk ben sikecem!" ("Yusuf! Back off! Get your fat cock away
from the boy's hole. You know the rules! I get to fuck him first!")

Yusuf stepped back reluctantly. His towel had fallen off and his strong,
brown cock stood away from his body. Ali gently put Pete back on the floor
and the two men and the boy stopped their hot sex play for a moment, coming
down to earth again. Pete wondered what would happen next. He felt like he
was up for anything.

Mehmet barked out another order in Turkish and Ali picked Pete up again and
laid the tall kid wrestler down on his stomach on the warm and wet marble
block. Yilmaz parted the boy's long legs. He admired the sight of Pete's
developed back, his strong legs and mouth-watering ass.

Meanwhile, Yusuf had fetched a small bucket of soapy water. He returned to
the marble block and poured out the bucket's contents over Pete's body. The
boy moaned when he felt the warm, soapy water flowing over his back and
legs. Yusuf quickly distributed the soapy liquid all over Pete. He parted
the kid's delicious looking butt and let Mehmet Yilmaz the time to have a
close look at Pete's small, pink boy hole. Mehmet licked his lips. Yusuf
quickly prepared another bucket of water to rinse off the kid and within
seconds Pete was cleaned up enough for what would come next. Yusuf climbed
up on the block next to him and started to slowly massage Pete's shoulders
and upper back.

On his bench, Jim Millard looked on as Mehmet Yilmaz slowly, almost
ceremoniously, stepped forward between the young blond boy's long,
outstretched legs. He laid his big, strong hands on Pete's small, firm
butt. The Turk savored the feel of the kid's warm ass. After a moment, he
parted Pete's buttocks and knelt down. Mehmet looked right up Pete's ass
crack. The kid looked so young and so clean. He parted Pete's ass cheeks
even wider and now he could see the boy's hole. It was already
moist. Mehmet Yilmaz sighed. It was a real beautiful sight! He gave his
firm cock a tug when he imagined that soon, very soon, he would enter his
Turkish power tool into the young boy's waiting and wanting ass.

Mehmet Yilmaz gently caressed Pete's long legs for a while. He smiled, as
he felt the tall kid under him relax completely. He slowly caressed the
boy's butt again. To the middle-aged Turkish man, there was nothing better
than the feel of a young blond boy's ass. He pulled Pete's body closer to
the edge of the marble block, so that that the kid's ass was positioned
right in front of him. He sighed, knelt down, winked at his friend Yusuf
and then he dipped his tongue into the kid's ass crack. The boy shuddered
and wriggled a bit, but Mehmet's strong, hairy hands had a good grip on his
butt. The Turkish wrestler pushed his fat, dark purple tongue a little
deeper into the kid's crack and savored the taste. He felt the young teen
stiffen when his thick black moustache tickled the lad's sensitive ass.

"This is so good," Yilmaz thought.

And then he drove his tongue right into boy's hole; he just couldn't wait
any longer... He had to give this American boy a good licking, while his
father was watching.

Pete moaned and thrashed his head from side to side as he was being speared
deep in his ass. He gasped and groaned as he felt this strange adult man
rimming him... The whole situation made him hotter than ever before. He was
in Turkey and his deepest fantasies were going to be fulfilled here, at
this wrestling club. His mind was almost numb after the exciting things he
had experienced during the last few hours. He had almost lost track of time
and space, but he knew his Dad was somewhere close, watching him. Although
he had already deep-throated the Turk's extremely big cock, he hardly knew
the man who was licking his asshole but that made him even hotter. He was
in a Turkish hammam now, surrounded by three big, hairy Turkish
wrestlers. His dad had given him exactly what he wanted for his
birthday. Pete sighed happily. He seemed to melt into the warm slab of wet
marble on which he was lying as he gave in to the strong, wet tongue giving
him such a good feeling.

After he had quickly rinsed off his body with some soapy water, Ramazan
Yerlikaya had sat down on one of the benches, too. Now he had a very good
view of the young teen being rimmed by his boss. Ramazan played with his
cock, wishing he could stay longer at the hammam. But his boss had given
him different instructions and Mehmet Yilmaz' orders were always obeyed. So
after another short moment of watching Pete getting his butt eaten out,
Ramazan sighed and stood up. He quickly put his shiny, tight tracksuit back
on and walked out of the room, his erection pointing the way. Before he was
going to supervise the youth team's weekly practice, he had to find
Mehmet's son Sinan and send the boy downstairs to the hammam.

Mehmet Yilmaz was really having a feast on Pete's tight and already wet
little ass. He licked it as deep as he could. His big hands had spread
apart the boy's butt cheeks as wide as possible, so he could get his strong
tongue inside the tasty little hole as deep as he wanted. He tasted and
licked and ate that moist asshole for all its worth. Sometimes, he would
rub his thick moustache all over the kid's crack and smile when the boy
under him moaned and jiggled his butt. Then, using his long fingers, he
would open the little boy hole and to try to really french kiss it. But his
favorite action was simply to plug his tongue up the kid's hole and to
drill it into Pete as deep and as hard as he could.

And Pete just lay there, moaning and whimpering, and enjoying every single
second of the deep, intense rimming he experienced. Man and boy were so
absorbed into in their sex play that they didn't even hear the door open. A
boy dressed in the club's red wrestling singlet entered the hammam.

It was young Sinan Yilmaz. He was a tall boy for his age, with long, thin
legs and arms. He was starting to develop a more visible musculature, but
still had some baby fat around his small waist. His short hair was black
and shiny. Sinan was a healthy, good-looking boy. The most striking were
his black, smoldering eyes. Men who saw the little wrestler for the first
time were always surprised and even excited by the kid's very mature
look. Sinan's eyes radiated a strange sort of passion, very unusual in a
boy of that age. But then he was no ordinary kid. His father had trained
him very well, not only to be a good wrestler, but to be a good little sex
puppy, too.

Sinan looked around for a moment and then he discovered his father. He
quickly walked over to the man on his knees eating the ass of an older boy
he didn't know and said:

"Geldim babacim. Benden ne yapmami istersin?" ("Here I am, father. What do
you want me to do?")

Hardly looking at his youngest son, Mehmet said to the boy:

	"Sinan, Bay Millard'in yanina git. Ne yapacagini biliyorsun!"
("Sinan, you go to Mr. Millard over there. You know what to do!")

His son bowed to him, but Mehmet didn't see it. The horny Turk had already
buried his tongue in Pete's hot asshole again.

As he reached the marble bench on which Jim Millard was sitting,
well-trained Sinan lowered himself on his knees and he took hold of the
man's hands. He looked up to Jim and then he gently kissed the man's hands
several times. Jim got very excited by this gesture of respect and
submission. He stroked Sinan's soft dark hair and said:

"Hello, little man."

Sinan didn't understand him, but he sensed that the older American man
liked him. He pointed to himself and said:

"Sinan."

Jim Millard smiled and, pointing to himself, told the sexy kid in front of
him his name. Sinan looked straight into the man's eyes and slowly licked
his lips. Jim chuckled and said:

"Wow, you sure are a hot kid."

Sinan smiled and stood up again. He seemed to present his young body to the
American. Jim put his hands on the boy's small shoulders and enjoyed the
softness of the kid's flesh. He smiled at Sinan.

"You're a beautiful little guy, too."

The Turkish kid didn't understand a word, but he enjoyed the man's touch.

Jim said:

"Let's get you a bit more comfortable, okay son?"

He took hold of the small singlet's straps and pulled them down, exposing
the boy's pale, smooth chest. Jim gently stroked the kid's warm, soft chest
and stomach. Then he directed his attention to Sinan's small, reddish
nipples. He looked at the boy, as he gently pinched and rubbed the two tiny
knobs. Sinan smiled again and sighed. Next, Jim gently pulled up Sinan's
arms and he licked off some of the boy's sweat that had collected in the
young wrestler's armpits. After the initial sampling of the boy's cute and
tasty body, Jim leant back against the wall again and waited for what the
Turkish boy would do next.

Sinan smiled at Jim and knelt down again in front of the man. He
seductively licked his soft lips and then lowered his head and buried his
face in the older man's crotch. For a few moments he held still, while
sniffing deeply. The strong odors of the man's cock and balls hit his
nostrils. As young as he was, Sinan loved to smell men's crotches. After a
couple of more deep whiffs, he sucked the man's hard dick into his small,
soft mouth. Jim gasped. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he felt his balls
bumping against Sinan's chin. The talented kid had sucked his cock into his
throat in one straight go.

"Ahhhh? Yeahhhh! Your dad was right, kid... You sure are a well-trained
little cock puppy... Ohhhhhh YEAHHHHH!" Jim moaned loudly, as he felt Sinan
starting to milk his daddy dick with his supple throat muscles.

He opened his long, hairy legs wider, giving the hot boy as much access to
his fuckstick as possible. He looked over to the big marble block again, to
see what was going on between Mehmet Yilmaz and his son.

The big Turk was ready for some real action. After plunging three big
fingers into Pete's open hole to see whether the boy was opened up enough,
he stood up. His monster cock was rock-hard and shiny with precum. Mehmet
reached down and grabbed the little bottle of oil he always had ready in
the hamman. He opened the bottle's cap and while squirting a large quantity
of its slick content on his 12-inch rod, he gruffly said to Pete:

"On your back, boy. I want fuck now."

Pete sighed with anticipation and rolled over. The big Turk towered over
him; the man's fucktool looked as if it was more than ready to be rammed up
his hole. Pete shuddered while he thought about that enormous thing inside
his small butt. It was so big! He let his eyes slowly running up the huge
man's thick, hair-covered torso, the fat, protruding nipples, the thick
handlebar mustache and full lower lip, dripping with sweat and
saliva. Yeah, Pete felt that he really wanted to be fucked by this powerful
hulk of a man! He needed to feel the bulk of this foreign, hairy man
claiming him and to feel the power of that Turkish cannon dilating and
hosing the insides of his boy ass.

Mehmet grabbed Pete's legs, spread them wide and put the boy's feet against
his hairy chest. He looked down at the young guy, all spread out for
him. Pete's little hole quivered. Mehmet gave his cock a few more strokes
and then ran his fingers around and inside Pete's hole to lube up the kid
as well. He then got hold of his fleshy manhood and aimed it at Pete's
spasming butt hole.

"Easy, boy..."

And then he plunged forward, pushing his big, flaring cockhead into Pete's
ass chute. Pete yelped. The attack was so forceful, he felt as if the air
was knocked out of his lungs!

The wrestler pushed harder. He had already buried three very thick inches
of his Turkish cock up the moaning and slightly resisting boy's
asshole. But because he had grabbed Pete very tightly by the waist, the boy
couldn't move away. Mehmet grinned; he always loved this moment. Wanting to
tease the American teen a bit, he asked Pete:

"Feels good, boy? Big Turk cock? Like you wanted?"

Pete whimpered. He desperately tried to get used to that monster dick
slowly invading his ass. Mehmet Yilmaz kept pushing more and more cock into
his small ass. Pete gave up the struggle. He knew he couldn't fight the
powerful wrestler. His whole body glowed and it felt as if all his nerves
were centered in his tender butt. He had started to sweat.

The Turk just pushed more and more of his cut cock into the kid's
hole. Without realizing it, Pete was already stuffed with eight fat inches
of Mehmet's steel-hard pole. Mehmet held the kid in an iron grip as he
continued to ram his fucktool deeper and deeper into Pete's incredibly
tight boy chute. The Turk felt with satisfaction that the boy's ass started
to milk his cock.

At last, Pete felt the Turkish wrestler's balls slam against his hole. He
had taken all of the man's 12-inch monster cock up his ass! Feeling very
proud, Pete smiled to himself and hoped that his dad had seen it all. It
had been very hard for him to take Yilmaz' dick up his ass so quickly and
he knew this wasn't going to be an easy fuck, but despite the pain, he was
already enjoying every single second of it.

Of course his father had seen everything. His cock had grown even harder as
he witnessed Pete being speared by Mehmet's enormous cock. The man and the
boy on the marble block weren't moving. Mehmet Yilmaz held completely still
to give the boy a chance to get used to his supersized dick. Jim could see
his boy sweating and panting. He wondered how his son was doing and wanted
to get a good look at his own flesh and blood in his sexy position. He
gently pushed Sinan away from his dick and walked over to Pete.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked his panting and moaning son.

"Ohhhhh dad... dad..." moaned Pete.

"What is it, boy?"

Jim Millard brought his head closer to his son's red and sweaty
face. Pete's eyes were shut and his father could see now, that the boy was
experiencing sensations of pure pleasure mixed with pain.

"Ohhh fuckkkk... Dad... he's sooo big... ahhhh yeahhhhh..."

Jim looked up at Mehmet and winked at the Turk. The sweaty wrestler shot
Jim a lewd smile. Jim gently brushed his son's damp hair back from his
forehead and asked:

"What's so big then, buddy?"

"His... ohhhhh... his cock..." whispered his son.

"What did you say, sport?" Jim asked teasingly.

"His... aghhhh... COCK... is sooo BIG, dad!" Pete moaned a bit louder.

His father chuckled and said slowly:

"And you like it big, huh boy? You like having Mr. Yilmaz' BIG cock up your
little ass, right? That makes you feel so good, huh boy?"

Pete nodded and said:

"It feels... ahhhhh yessssss... FUCKING fantastic, dad!"

Jim gave his son a kiss on the forehead. Then, he said slowly to his brave
little trooper:

"But you know kiddo... Mr. Yilmaz hasn't even started to fuck you yet. He
just has put all of his long, thick Turkish cock deep into your ass and now
he's stretching your little tight hole. Getting you used to that big, cut
dick of his... And you know what he'll do next, boy?"

Pete shuddered and sighed. He whispered:

"No dad..."

"When that teen butt of yours is opened up enough for his big man meat,
he'll grab your hips even harder and start to fuck you... He's really going
to breed you, little man... He'll spike you so fucking hard... You can
count on that!"

Pete whimpered. His body shook from excitement. His father's dirty talk,
the heat in the place, the fact that he was surrounded by four grown men
watching him and the massive cock up his small ass was almost too much for
the fourteen-year old.

Jim Millard stood up and before going back to the marble bench to get his
dick sucked again by Sinan, he said to his son:

"Enjoy it, my sexy jock."

While passing Yilmaz, who still was making Pete used to his enormous cock,
he gave the Turk a thumbs-up sign. Jim sat down again and sighed as he felt
Sinan's small tongue starting to lick his low hanging balls.

"This is the life!" he thought, as he felt Sinan skillfully taking his
bloated, leaking cockhead into his mouth. He then grabbed the boy's head
and slowly fed Sinan his dick. While he heard the young Turk moaning while
sucking on the big cock in his small mouth, Jim looked over to at the
marble block again. Ali and Yusuf were sitting close to his son on the
block as well, both men ready to see Mehmet Yilmaz fucking Pete.

Pete meanwhile was experiencing both pain and pleasure. The wrestler's cock
was really huge! It stretched his tight ass hole as it had never been
stretched before. Pete whimpered; it seemed as if Mehmet Yilmaz' cock grew
even bigger in his ass. The boy sweated even more now. He almost felt
afraid. Would he able to endure the Turk's fuck? Pete tried to relax as
much as he could, but he felt nervous. And yet, he noticed that he hadn't
lost his hardon. His teen cock was hard and red as ever. Pete had to admit
that he was horny as hell... but Mr. Yilmaz' cock was so incredibly big.

And then Mehmet Yilmaz slowly eased his cock out of the boy's asshole. He
sighed deeply and then immediately moved his hips forward again, impaling
Pete in one clean stroke. The kid yelled with surprise. The Turk slowly
withdrew his dick from the boy's wet hole and immediately plunged it in
again. He just ignored Pete's yelps of pain and pleasure. Again, he slid
his throbbing cock out of Pete's hole and then slammed it back in. Pete
quickly understood that he had to get used to that Turkish monster dick as
fast as he could: Mehmet Yilmaz wouldn't go easy on him.

The Turkish wrestler was at this moment only interested in his own
pleasure. He knew that the boy would relax and take his master cock with
pleasure very soon. All the boys he'd ever fucked had done so. He grabbed
the boy's hips even tighter as he established a powerful fucking
rhythm. Pete moaned and whimpered and trashed his body, but he was
completely at the mercy of the strong Turkish man.

Ali and Yusuf watched the young wrestler being slowly pounded by their
boss. Ali sensed the difficulties Pete had in getting used to that super
tool and decided to help the kid a bit. He stood up and slowly lowered
himself down over Pete's face. He then positioned his big, shaved ball bag
inches above Pete's mouth.

Pete stuck out his tongue and started to lap at the two heavy orbs swinging
above him. Their texture was smooth to his tongue and Pete enjoyed their
funky smell. He tried to suck both nuts into his mouth, but they were too
big. While working on the Turk's heavy nuts, he noticed that he didn't
think about the pain in his butt anymore. Ali grabbed his ball bag and
tried to push it into the boy's mouth. The kid's tongue was making him feel
so good!

While Jim Millard watched the action on the block, he felt that he needed
to fuck badly, too. Seeing his son being nailed by Mehmet made him want to
plug Sinan's little hole and give the Turkish kid a fucking that would be
just as deep and hard as the one the boy's father was giving Pete. He
withdrew his slicked-up cock from Sinan's mouth, placed his hands in the
kid's armpits and gently helped the boy up from the floor. Jim smiled and
pointed to Mehmet and Pete.

"I want to fuck you, Sinan... You understand that?"

 	Sinan grinned and nodded. He knew exactly what the American man
wanted. He pushed his hands against Jim Millard's chest and gently made the
man sit down on the marble bench again. He climbed unto the tall man's lap
and placed the rock hard cock between his small ass cheeks. Jim felt to his
surprise that the Turkish kid was already lubed up. He grinned at Sinan and
said:

"You really are a prepared little scout, son! Fuck, that's so HOT!"

Sinan just smiled and wriggled his little bum to get the man's cockhead
lined up right in front of his asshole. Jim leaned back and let the kid do
all the work. A few moments later, he felt his dickhead slowly entering the
young boy's small hole. It was almost as if Sinan's hole was sucking Jim's
daddy cock inside by itself!

"Holy shit, boy! YEAHHHH.... Get it up there! Open up that boy butt!
MMMMMM.... So hot..."

Slowly but surely, Jim felt his dick disappear into Sinan's hole. The boy's
ass muscles were squeezing his cock. Jim could tell that young Sinan had
the experience of taking dicks up his little boy hole. It felt so
good. Sinan, who was used to fatter cocks, had no trouble at all to get
Jim's long, slender dick up his eager little ass. Soon, the American felt
his pubes resting against Sinan's hairless boy butt. Sinan gave Jim a sexy
smile again and then started to ride the man. Jim could only moan.

"This Turkish kid is amazing!" he thought.

He opened his eyes and got even more excited when he saw the deep
concentration and pleasure on Sinan's sweaty face. He grabbed the kid's
small hips and pushed the boy even deeper down onto his cock.

"Come on, little cowboy! Ride 'em!" he cried out.

Sinan understood that. The boy grinned, threw his right arm into the air
and cried:

"YEE-HAAH!"

Both man and boy laughed, but soon the intense fuck pleasure overtook them
again and the only sounds were Jim's heavy breathing and moaning and the
moist sounds of his daddy dick pistoning in and out of the boy's ass.

Pete meanwhile had been ordered to get up his hands and knees. Yusuf and
Ali had reluctantly moved away, understanding that their boss wanted the
cute American all for himself. Ali, who had grown fond of Pete, had stroked
the boy's soft, sweaty hair. He knew the kid was in for a long, hard
fuck. He scuttled over to Yusuf and the two men started to slowly jack
their cocks, watching the action only a few feet away from them.

Mehmet Yilmaz had a vice-like grip on Pete's hips. The boy wasn't able to
move an inch. For a while, Mehmet simply fucked the boy with long, but hard
strokes. To his experience, this always helped kids who were new to his
massive tool to relax and give in to its girth and power. And indeed, Pete
regained his breath and got used to the Turkish wrestler's cock in his
ass. Then he felt the hot Turk withdraw his fat dick from his butt, only to
feel it forced back in and Pete was being corkscrewed now, with incredibly
short, jabbing strokes. He cried out with pleasure. Stars exploded in his
brain again and his sight became fuzzy as he felt how the Turkish wrestler
fucked him deep and hard. He was glad Mr. Yilmaz was holding him so tight;
otherwise he might have dropped down on the block again. The pleasure he
was feeling was so deep and the butt pounding he was receiving was so hard,
that he didn't have the strength any more to support his bodyweight with
his hands and he slummed down on the marble block, his ass sticking up in
the air. Mehmet Yilmaz grinned, but continued the assault on the young
American's ass hole. Pete just lay there as a rag doll, his tall body
rocking back and forwards with the Turk's fucking motion.

The teen was lost in time and space. His father had fucked him many times
and on occasions very hard too, but the fucking he was receiving now from
the Turkish wrestler was a totally different thing. He moaned loudly; the
pleasure was so deep!

Soon, the man and the boy had fallen into a steady pounding rhythm. Pete's
eyes were half-closed in pleasure. He tried to turn his head to look up at
Mr. Yilmaz, whose face showed a deep fucking concentration. The wrestler
moved his hips with force, screwing his cock in to the young American's
hole. The Turk was a talented fucker and he used all his skills and
experience to give the cute, horny kid under him a birthday fuck to
remember.

Mehmet Yilmaz needed to change position. He wanted to fuck the blond boy as
deep as possible. He eased his rock-hard Turkish sword of flesh out of Pete
and grabbed the kid's left arm and pulled him up. He wiped off his sweaty
forehead and grunted to the panting boy:

"You stand against wall."

Pete stood up. His legs felt shaky and he slowly walked towards the wall
closest to the marble bench on which his father was busy fucking
Sinan. While walking the short distance, he couldn't resist giving his
dripping, angry-red teen cock a few strokes. But Mr. Yilmaz saw it and the
Turk quickly grabbed Pete's hands and put them flat against the damp wall
of the hammam. Pete sighed; he was so hot and horny! He already missed the
Turk's thick cock up his ass.

He didn't have to wait long to get his little tail plugged again by
Mr. Yilmaz. The wrestler pressed his sweaty, hairy body into Pete's back
and in a fluid motion drove his mighty man tool home again.

"Oh yeahhhh?" sighed Pete happily.

Mehmet Yilmaz growled some rough-sounding Turkish words into his ear and
grabbed Pete's hips again. Pete was sure the Turk's strong hands had
already left red marks on his white skin, but he didn't care. Now that he
was being fucked so hard and so deep by this wrestler stud, he knew he
could take it like a man!

Pete pushed his ass out and he felt Mr. Yilmaz' cock enter him even deeper
than before. Soon, they were fucking incredibly hard and fast again. The
Turkish wrestler was almost driving Pete through the wall and Pete felt his
throbbing teen cock squirting large globs of precum. He quickly bent his
dick downwards to give it more space and not being crushed into the wall.

"Oh yeahhhh man? Fuck me? please fuck me DEEP..!" Pete suddenly yelled. He
had regained his breath and had gotten used to Mr. Yilmaz super cock. He
and dad always egged each other on while fucking.

The Turk grunted back:

"Open dat little hole, boy? work my big Turkish cock!"

And Pete milked and squeezed the fat dick up his horny hole as well as he
could. He really felt like the big, Turkish man behind him had claimed him
and all he could do was to enjoy it.

Jim Millard meanwhile decided to follow Yilmaz' example. He grabbed Sinan's
slender frame and slowly stood up, his dick still deep inside the kid's
ass. Without removing it from the boy's butt, he marched the boy over to
the wall. It took him a few seconds to pull his cock out of Sinan's boy
hole, push the boy against the wall and to quickly drive his daddy dick
home again. Now the two horny dads stood side by side, fucking each other's
willing sons.

Yusuf and Ali, both with big grins on their faces, continued to slowly fist
their big, leaking cocks. They were really enjoying the hot scene in front
of them. They had already seen loads of extremely horny and perverted
things since they had joined Mehmet Yilmaz' wrestling club some years ago,
but what they were witnessing today was one of the hottest moments they had
ever experienced. The two buddies sat shoulder to shoulder, feeling the
heat of each other's hot and sweaty bodies, as they slowly jacked their
shiny, precum-slick Turkish dicks, while watching the two men fuck the two
boys pressed against the wall. They saw how Mehmet Yilmaz suddenly gave Jim
Millard a slap on his butt, as if he wanted the American to fuck his son
even deeper.

It drove Jim over the edge. The feeling of his long cock deeply embedded in
the young Turk's ass hole and then the encouraging slap from the boy's
father was too much. He growled, rammed his cock as deep into young Sinan
as he could, pushing the boy flat against the moist wall and he started to
cum. He flooded Sinan's hole with several powerful spurts of his creamy
daddy spunk. The tall man could feel his nuts drain themselves in the kid's
wanting hole. Sinan suddenly yelped and Jim Millard felt the boy's body
rocking from his orgasm.

"Yeah, sweet little man... Enjoy it..." he hissed into Sinan's ear, while
holding the trembling boy's body tightly.

"Yeah... cum for daddy, son... Cum for daddy..."

When Sinan had ridden out his forceful dry cum and stopped shaking, Jim
slowly pulled his now completely spent dick from the kid's asshole. A slow
stream of fresh spunk started to run from Sinan's well-used fuck chute. Jim
quickly scooped up a thick glob of his own thick cum from between the
little wrestler's ass cheeks and held it up to Sinan's half-open mouth. The
boy immediately started to suck his fingers clean.

	"That's it boy... eat my cum, Sinan... Lick it all up..." Jim said,
not caring whether or not the Turkish boy understood him. He just wanted to
feed the little guy some of his special daddy protein. And the well-trained
boy greedily lapped up the warm spooge the man offered him. Having fed
Sinan as much cum from the freshly-fucked kid's ass as he could scoop up,
Jim led the boy back to the marble bench and they sat down together. Coming
down after their hard fuck and shuddering orgasms, man and boy watched
Mehmet Yilmaz continue to fuck Pete. Jim slowly stroked Sinan damp black
hair, while the boy pressed himself against Jim's wet, hairy chest.

Mehmet Yilmaz felt that he was getting very close to cumming as well. He
needed to his rocks off quickly now. Still pummeling the skinny kid, he
grabbed Pete by the hair and growled to the boy:

"I'm almost?there, boy. You ready?for special?Turkish birzday juize?"

Pete groaned with lust and yelled:

"Oh fuck yeah man! Please? I want your Turkish wrestler cum? All of it!"

Mehmet slapped Pete's ass a couple of times, enjoying the stinging sounds
and the yelps of the boy. He quickly pulled his dick out of Pete's
wide-open ass hole and said gruffly:

"You back to middle stone?"

Mehmet Yilmaz ordered the boy on his back; he wanted to shoot his thick,
Turkish spooge up Pete's ass deep as possible. He rammed his power tool up
Pete's butt again and started to fuck even harder then before. He was very
close to unload the contents of his heavy nuts into the boy's well-fucked
hole.

Pete stretched out his arms and started to pinch and squeeze the Turks'
thick, rubbery nipples. Mehmet Yilmaz wasn't used to this and he yowled
with pleasure, while at the same time he rammed his dick as hard and as
deep up the horny American kid.

His heavy balls slapped against Pete's flesh. The kid was squeezing his
cock in an iron grip, while still twisting and pinching his nipples. For
the experienced athlete with his incredible stamina and his long experience
of spiking boys with his mammoth fuck tool, it was too much.

Mehmet Yilmaz slammed forward one more time, impaling Pete on his dick as
deep as he could and held still. Pete felt the Turk's cock getting even
bigger and then?

With an ear-splitting roar, Mehmet Yilmaz started to shoot! And shoot! And
shoot! Pete felt torrents of steaming man spunk forcefully enter his
ravaged ass. He shuddered. His young body bucked and writhed. It was as if
Mr. Yilmaz was shooting off a gun into his tender butt.

The Turk just kept cumming and cumming. His load of wrestler spunk was too
big for Pete's asshole and soon it started to dribble down the teen's
thighs. Mehmet Yilmaz yanked his still firing cock out of Pete's hole and
aimed his sperm gun at the boy's face.

His mouth wide open, Pete received another 5 thick, powerful blasts of
spicy Turkish spooge right into his face and hair. He swallowed as much of
Mr. Yilmaz' creamy globs of seed as possible, while moaning with
satisfaction. This was heaven!

Mehmet finished cumming at last. He squeezed the last drops of cum out of
his wet, sticky cock and rubbed it onto Pete's face to clean it. Pete tried
to get the man's dick into his mouth again, but Mehmet Yilmaz pushed his
face away. He turned to Ali and Yusuf, who were still sitting close
together on the marble block, playing with their stiff members. The
wrestling club's boss said:

"Cocugu ayaga kaldir ve bosalmasini sagla. Gencecik tasaklarinin
patlamasini isternem!" ("Get him to stand up and make him shoot his load. I
don't want his young balls to explode!")

Ali grinned and with the help of his buddy Yusuf, he gently lifted the
panting boy up from the marble block. The two Turks firmly supported the
thoroughly fucked kid, who was hardly able to stand up. They made Pete walk
a few steps around the marble block and stopped him right in front of the
bench where his dad was sitting. Jim Millard suddenly seemed to forget
about young Sinan; his own son was such a sexy sight!

Pete had gotten his breath back. His body was slick with water, sweat and
thick globs of Mehmet Yilmaz' Turkish cum. His wet hair had fallen into his
face again and his eyes were glazed. The teen wrestler looked as if he was
completely exhausted. The only thing that still had strength in it was the
boy's rock-hard, angry red cock. It literally throbbed with lust. Pete's
dad knew that his son needed to release his boy juices soon or the poor boy
would go insane. Looking at his sex-crazed son made his own dick hard as
steel again.

Ali said something to Yusuf, who nodded and moved behind the young
American. Sinan grinned wickedly; he knew what was going to happen. Jim
Millard saw how Yusuf grabbed Pete's hands and held them firmly behind the
kid's back. This way, Pete's quivering cock was standing out even more. Ali
stepped in front of the boy and smiled lustily at the horny, dazed kid. He
slipped his hand between Pete's legs and ran it up and down the muscle
between the base of the teen's cock and his ass. Ali felt the incredible
hardness of the muscle. It needed to be as hard as possible for what Mehmet
Yilmaz wanted him and Yusuf to do. He felt as well that the whole area of
Pete's butt was covered with Yilmaz' sticky sperm. Ali stroked and pushed
the kid's cock muscle a few times and when he drew back his hand, it was
covered with thick globs of Mehmet Yilmaz' spicy seed. Ali held up his
cum-covered hand to Pete's face and the boy immediately started to lick it
clean.

"Aferin oglum?" ("Good boy?"), Ali muttered. He had never seen a kid so
sexed-up and eager.

Satisfied that the teen was more than ready for the very special treatment
he and Yusuf had in store for him, the hairy Turk slicked up his right hand
with some of his spit and grabbed Pete forcefully by the balls. The kid
yelped, more a scream of surprise than of pain, but Ali held firm. He
rolled Pete's nuts around in his large hand, noticing how full and hard
they were. The young teen's balls were really bunched up in their bag and
hard as plums. After a few moments Pete relaxed; he accepted that his sperm
bag was in the older man's tight grip.

Ali nodded to Yusuf, who held the kid's arms even tighter. Ali released
Pete's balls for just an instant. He cupped his large hand, aimed for the
youngster's ball bag and suddenly smacked the hot teen's balls against that
hard muscle between Pete's cock and ass. Pete's body jolted and he cried
out:

"ARGHHHHHHH.... AHHHHHH.... OHHHHH FUCKKK...!"

Again, Ali smacked Pete's balls against the firm muscle and again Pete's
body shuddered as if being electrified. Yusuf allowed the moaning teen to
buckle his knees a bit. He wouldn't be able to escape from Ali
anyway. Again, the Turk slammed the kid's drawn-up nuts against that ridge
of muscle and Pete moaned:

"OHHHH man! This.... OH YEAHHHH... Ah wow.... feels so FUCKING GOOD!"

The sensations now shooting through his well-fucked body were
indescribable. Sure, Pete's balls were hurting, though it was bearable, but
there was this deep, deep feeling of pure pleasure that made the boy even
hotter and more desperate to cum than ever before. Every time Ali smacked
his balls, Pete felt this searing shock of pleasure whipping through his
balls, his entire cock and even his brutally banged prostate. He hung
limply in Yusuf's arms now, completely surrendering to Ali.

Again and again the strong Turk smacked Pete's tender balls. He could see
that the kid's need to cum was increasing rapidly. He nodded to Yusuf and
as if on cue, the Turk who held Pete's arms started to whisper into the
ears of the dazed, pleasure-struck boy.

"Yeah sexy little boy... You like thiz? Huh, you little sex animal? You
like what Ali does with your little ballz? He make you... shoot so hard!
Come on, boy... shoot your... cum. Cum for us... yeah, cum for us..."

Pete loved dirty talk and hearing Yusuf's low, raspy voice whispering in
his ear make him moan and babble even louder.

"OHHHHH FUCKKKK.... Yeah man! Smack my fucking NUTS!!! OHH
YEAHHHHHH.... Work them, dude.... smack them GOOD! I... I... OH SHIT... I'm
getting... FUCK! I need to.... need to cum NOW!!!"

Ali saw Pete's body going completely rigid. Yusuf felt the young teen
straining all his muscles. On the bench, Jim Millard saw the familiar way
his son rolled his eyes, getting ready to shoot his pent-up load of teen
spooge. Jim stood up quickly and walked towards his son, while pulling on
his hard cock.

"Come on boy... shoot that load! Show those Turkish studs what a man you
already are!" Jim encouraged his son.

Pete rolled his eyes even further back into his head. Then, his whole body
started to shake uncontrollably, starting from his toes until his whole
body was twitching and shaking. The fourteen-year old opened his mouth and
while he let out an enormous yell, thick spurts of teen cum started to
shoot out of his cock.

Pete kept yelling and shaking. The men around him were amazed at the
intensity of the boy's orgasm. Pete shot four, five, six strong spurts of
creamy spunk all over himself and Ali. His cum was flying everywhere. Even
his dad, standing close to him, got a full volley of his son's spunk
canon. Pete still hadn't finished yet. He kept groaning and yelling while
four more shots of his teen cream left his firing dick. Jim Millard watched
it all and jacked his cock like a mad man. Soon, he shot his load as well,
all over his son's battered balls. Yusuf then pushed the kid down to his
knees and was now jerking off furiously in the boy's face. Of course it
didn't take the Turk very long to reach his point of no return, not after
all the jacking and edging he had done during the boy's first Turkish
fuck. Roaring, he unloaded the contents of his big balls in Pete's face and
hair. Ali was using both his hands to bring himself to his climax, while
licking his thick lips and muttering dirty words in Turkish. Pete sat on
the floor now, completely spent. His back supported by the marble block, he
weakly looked up at Ali. With a last bit of his strength, the boy smiled at
the Turk towering above him and started to lick some spooge off his face.

Seeing Pete doing that drove Ali over the edge and he too covered Pete with
another shower of thick, Turkish seed. Pete absent-mindedly stroked his
chest, rubbing the various loads of cum into his skin.

It took the men a few moments to come down to earth again after their
powerful orgasms. They looked at each other and at the spent boy on the
floor and chuckled. It was Mehmet Yilmaz who acted first and he clapped his
hands while looking at his son. Sinan understood his father's order and he
quickly started to fill a few buckets with warm, soapy water.

Meanwhile, Jim and Ali gently lifted Pete up and laid him on the marble
block again. The boy looked very satisfied, but extremely tired as
well. Mehmet had fucked him royally, Ali and Yusuf had almost busted his
balls and now the boy was completely spent. Jim smiled as he saw his son
almost falling asleep, right then and there.

"Easy, sexy boy, easy... Don't worry... We'll find you a place to
sleep...," he whispered into his son's ear. Pete smiled weakly.

Sinan started to wash Pete. Mehmet took Jim aside and offered him and his
son a simple bed in the club's dorm. Not only for tonight, but for their
whole stay.

"That way... Pete will be...where the action iz, right?" grinned the
Turkish wrestler, while rubbing Jim's back.

"Sure thing, man. Right where the action is!"

The two men chuckled.

As soon as Pete was clean and dry again, Jim Millard took his son in his
arms and carried the boy off to the club's small dorm, Mehmet Yilmaz, who
had put on his shiny tracksuit pants again, lead the way, bare-chested. The
dorm was a simple room, full of iron beds. Jim laid his son down on one of
the beds and covered him with a rough blanket. Mr. Yilmaz meanwhile told
Jim that the dorm was sometimes used by wrestlers visiting the club. The
younger wrestlers, that is. The veterans and the officials usually stayed
in hotels.

"I theenk you understand, my friend, that growing boys need
some... supervision while they are here. Ali or one of the other wrestlerz
usually sleeps here, too. To keep things under control, you see..?

Jim looked at his host and he slowly nodded. The thought of one man and a
bunch of young wrestlers undressing, sleeping and horsing around so close
together in this dorm turned him on.

	Mehmet Yilmaz smiled as if he had guessed the other father's
thoughts. He slapped Jim friendly on his back, winked and left the dorm.

Jim Millard sat down on the edge of the iron bed. He gently stroked his
son's face and said quietly:

	"Sleep well, birthday boy."

"Dad? It was amazing?" Pete whispered, just before falling asleep.



END OF PART THREE



	Okay men, that was the third chapter. I know it took me a v e r y
long time to write it. Sorry about that; I'd like to thank you for your
patience and encouragement. I think I'll continue this story, but I need
your ideas for that, too. So please send me your thoughts, comments and
(legal!) pictures. You can reach me at spokes1810@gmail.com. Thanks!

(During the writing of this chapter I wore my old spandex cycling
shorts. Anyone interested?)