“Ta-daa! Your dinner is here, sire. A meal good enough for an Ottoman Sultan is surely good enough for my guy.” Ilhan brought a tray full of finger food. John’s eyes widened when he saw the plateful of salad and rolls, too.
When Ilhan referred to him as “my guy,” he looked at his face seriously and said, “I like being your guy, Ilhan.”
He was rewarded with a smile. “Good, cos I sure like you as my guy.”
Ilhan placed the tray over John’s lap and left again, returning quickly with his own plate. He sat across from John and ordered him to eat. “We don’t want you to perish from starvation.”
“That’s right. If I perish, you’d miss me,” John mumbled as he took a bite of the oven baked rolls and groaned loudly, his eyelids fluttering closed in enjoyment. “I love your rolls! They taste amazing. Thanks, man, for bringing them here.”
Ilhan watched him as he ate and talked at the same time with enthusiasm. “There’s more in the kitchen, let me know if you want something else.”
They enjoyed their picnic in comfortable silence. John shook his head when Ilhan offered to bring more rolls. “No. Thanks. We must leave space for the cheesecake I got us this afternoon.”
“You feel better, now?” Ilhan asked, looking worried.
“Yeah, I am. Come here.” He watched his man put the tray on the floor and then climb over him under the blanket. John grabbed the slim hips and opened his legs so Ilhan could rest between his thighs. Once he was confident he’d trapped him, laying his legs over Ilhan’s, he brushed his hair with his long fingers.
John’s almost black eyes never left the other man’s face. He lifted his head to bring his cheek beside Ilhan’s and enjoyed feeling his unshaven jaw rubbing Ilhan’s smoother face. “I love your woodsy scent. Did you change your aftershave lotion?” he whispered.
“Yeah. This one reminded me of yours, so I had to get it. By the way, I can feel your hardened cock against mine,” Ilhan whispered, as he rubbed his lower body against the man under him.
“Do you now?” John replied, rocking his hips against Ilhan’s slowly.
“Uh-huh,” Ilhan mumbled as he nipped John’s neck. His mumble turned into a moan when a strong hand slid through his boardies to squeeze his arse. Ilhan seemed to hold his breath when John probed his butt cheeks with his fingers. He lifted his backside and opened his legs wider to give more access to John’s fingers. It made the other man’s cock jump.
“Like this?” John growled into his lover’s ear. He nuzzled his face and pushed his fingers deeper to feel the crack that had never been touched by anyone. When he heard the guttural moan from the sexy guy grinding his hips against his, he whispered, “Fuck. Take off your clothes.”
“Only if you take off yours too,” Ilhan whispered back, lifting his pelvis higher to take off his boardies.
“You can take off both our clothes,” John demanded.
“Fuck, yeah. I can do that.” Ilhan slid off to discard his clothes.
“Don’t you own any underpants or something, man?”
“I do, but I was hoping for something like this to happen so I thought, why bother,” Ilhan retorted, enjoying John’s eyes following his every move as he rubbed his own bulging cock.
When Ilhan stood totally naked with his cock standing hard and proud, John squeezed his own shaft and ordered Ilhan, “Bring that cock closer to me so I can suck you.”
Ilhan’s cock jumped at his demand, and John felt more aroused. He watched Ilhan take two steps closer to him and ask in a whisper, “Like it?”
“Oh, yeah.” John grabbed the circumcised cock to give a squeeze, which brought a groan from Ilhan. He slid his hand to cup the smaller but firm balls and rubbed them gently against each other.
When a small bead of precum appeared at the slit, he grabbed llhan’s hard-on and brought it close to his lips to lick it off. His eyes on Ilhan, John swiped his tongue slowly over the slit, making sure the other man watched his move. He groaned from the delicious salty taste on his tongue that somehow enhanced the musky scent.
He lifted his head more to take the slim cock into his mouth, and swallowed it to suck it properly. When Ilhan’s hips moved against him and he gasped every now and then, his dick twitched even more. He brought his hand up to give himself a squeeze.
“Enough. Stop it. Want to see you naked too.” Ilhan pulled himself back and took off John’s boardies unceremoniously. Then his T-shirt. He stood back to look at the bigger, stronger body lying on the bed. His eyes made note of every contour of John’s body, and he was stroking his cock without even realizing.
“Look at you. You’re so hot, lying naked like that. You have muscles from hard work, all sinewy. Your chest is full of hair and that lucky treasure trail reaches all the way to your thick cock. Open your legs wider. Yeah…like that.” He reached for John’s generously proportioned hairy balls to hold them gently without letting go of his own cock.
John growled when he saw Ilhan leering at his cock as he stroked his own erection. Ilhan flicked his eyes at him, but went back to staring at John’s pulsing cock, licking his lips as if he couldn’t wait to taste him.
“Come here,” John growled, pulling him over his own body. He guided the legs to straddle them and held Ilhan where his own cock nestled between the other man’s arse cheeks. He placed one of Ilhan’s hands on his own cock, guiding him to stroke himself while he watched his man pleasuring himself. Ilhan tilted his head back with his eyes closed and bit his bottom lip. He was flushed and panting.
“Keep stroking yourself like that. You’re so sexy right now, baby.” John spoke soothingly as he caressed the pale chest. Once he reached Ilhan’s nipples, he gently pinched one, which brought out a gasp from the other man.
“I love playing with nipples,” John whispered. He took hold of Ilhan’s other hand and placed it over his own brown nipple to encourage him to play. “Yeah…like that.” Ilhan pinched his nipple and moaned. Every time John rocked his hips against the smaller butt cheeks, the gentle rubbing motion made his cock jump more.
When Ilhan moved his hips to move along with him, he let go of his nipple and grabbed his slim neck to pull him toward him. He aggressively pushed his tongue into Ilhan’s mouth to mimic what he’d like to do later.
“I want to fuck you…can I?” he growled against Ilhan’s mouth.
When he heard a whimper coming from his lover, he gave a long, intense kiss. He stroked the slim, rock-hard cock, then grabbed Ilhan and brought his slim body under his larger one. It wasn’t hard work for John to manhandle the other man.
“Got you under me now.” He leered at the slender body, making sure he was between Ilhan’s legs. John grabbed his neck to tilt his head back for easier access to his lips. “I love kissing you.”
While he kissed Ilhan, he kept stroking the almost hairless but definitely male body. Feeling Ilhan’s smaller hands stroking his shoulders only inflamed John’s passion. It made him feel totally in charge and very alpha. He loved being the top. On very rare occasions, he was okay to be the bottom. This lean, masculine body brought out the alpha top in him which was a total turn on for him.
He sat back, grabbing his and Ilhan’s cocks, to stroke them together. They both groaned loudly, feeling each other’s hard lengths rubbing against each other. John kept on rubbing Ilhan’s nipple. He didn’t care that Ilhan had stopped touching him, because he was completely focused on his own pleasure. He stopped stroking their cocks and leaned forward to suckle on the nipple he’d been playing with. Slowly, he left a wet trail until he reached Ilhan’s erection.
When he heard the whimpers coming from Ilhan, John swallowed all of the slim cock, suckling harder. He grabbed Ilhan’s knees and lifted them until he was able to lick the almost hairless balls. One by one, he sucked each globe, then trailed his tongue until he reached the virgin asshole. He kissed that sensitive area, probing his tongue until Ilhan made incoherent sounds. He felt the pucker relaxing as he stabbed the area with his tongue. John’s own cock jerked from time to ti
me with excitement.
He let go of Ilhan to reach for a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer. “You feel okay with all this?” John asked breathlessly, hoping Ilhan would nod. When he did, John leaned down to kiss him deeply while he popped the lid of the lube. He sat back to squirt a little on his forefinger and rubbed it against his thumb. “Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable or not right, okay?”
When Ilhan lifted his legs in response to his question, John kissed one of his knees and rubbed Ilhan’s virgin pucker with his thumb. “You taste as good as you feel and smell…all hot, and sexy, and yummy. I can’t wait to fuck you,” his voice was gravelly.
He gently pushed his finger into the relaxed pucker to play until he felt it letting go and stretching slowly. He inserted his second finger and stroked the virgin body, telling Ilhan how sexy he was and hard he was making him. “Do you feel how my cock got harder, baby? You make me hard so fast.” He brought his hand down to Ilhan’s dick to stroke it.
Ilhan arched his back to get closer to John. “I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not…not yet, baby,” John replied soothingly, his own cock pulsing. He squeezed his lover’s buttocks. Groaning loudly, he bit one of the cheeks until Ilhan yelped. “I like seeing my mark on you,” he rumbled, watching the teeth marks appear.
He opened a condom and rolled it on slowly. John rolled Ilhan over and grabbed a pillow to put under his bubble butt. When he rubbed his thumb over his man’s pucker, he saw how he clenched his buttocks. He said gently, “I’m going to fuck you slowly, baby. I’ll do my best not to hurt you too much…you know the first time hurts a bit, right?”
When Ilhan nodded slowly, looking nervous, he soothingly ordered him, “Relax your muscles…that’s it baby…see? It is not that bad, is it? I’ll go slow and do whatever makes you comfortable.” He kept stroking and fingering Ilhan’s pucker as slowly as possible.
“I like what you’re doing. It feels great…fuck…it feels incredible,” Ilhan choked out as he rocked his hips erratically.
You're all lubed and ready for me…baby?” John purred.
“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, please? I can’t wait anymore.” Ilhan moaned.
John stroked his own cock with the lube in his hand, feeling his heart beating strongly. His own cock was growing painfully hard. He held the base of it to rub the mushroom head against Ilhan’s pucker. He carefully and slowly pushed the head through the virgin hole, crooning and stroking Ilhan with his free hand. “Are you okay, baby?”
“No! It hurts a lot...oh…fuck…my arse is burning!” Ilhan whimpered feeling his cock losing its erection from the stinging pain. John gritted his teeth and did not move while he stroked Ilhan, waiting for him to relax. He slowly thrust little by little. Once Ilhan started rocking his hip and gaining his hard-on back, John slowly pushed his cock all the way in until his balls touched his arse.
“Breathe…don’t hold your breath.” John groaned and thrust slowly again. “Ah, baby…you’re so hot and tight.” John almost whimpered in response to each thrust and the intense pleasure he was feeling. Once he was convinced Ilhan was no longer in pain, but hard and moaning, he pumped longer and faster until he was truly fucking his man, who was crying out and groaning. He wrapped his hand around the slim cock and stroked it as he freely thrust into Ilhan’s hole.
“Ahh…don’t stop. Keep fucking me…yes…like that.” Ilhan panted, shivering at the way John was fucking him into his own bliss. Seeing John lost in his own pleasure seemed to be the final stroke in Ilhan’s pleasure. He froze before coming all over his own body as well as John’s hand.
Feeling Ilhan’s orgasm rippling deep inside, John felt his own orgasm hit him as he shivered and shook. He almost roared, tilting his head back. “Yeah… Fuck…that’s it…”
He collapsed over Ilhan, both of them panting hard. Sweat slicked their bodies and it took a while for John’s to stop shaking. When he could breathe normally again, he purred, “That was incredible.” He held the base of his cock to keep the condom on as he gently pulled himself out.
Ilhan’s eyes were still closed and his body was covered in shimmering sweat. “Yeah. That was incredible...wow…” he mumbled, his hands still grabbed John’s shoulders.
John pulled the condom off and dropped it beside the bed on the floor. He grabbed some tissues from the bedside cabinet and cleaned them up.
John pulled the pillow out from under his lover, threw it away and crawled beside him to cuddle up. He pulled the slim body into his arms and tucked the smaller face between his chin and shoulder. “Fuck. You drained me. That was an incredible orgasm,” he mumbled.
“Does this mean, we’ll do it again and again?” Ilhan said against John’s sweaty neck. He licked the thick neck to taste John’s salty flavor.
“Fuck, yeah. Thank you for choosing me to be your first man,” John said with his deep voice, stroking Ilhan’s back slowly.
“I’m glad I waited. I’m glad it was you, John.” Ilhan shivered as he spoke and brought John in tighter, as if it was possible.
“How are you feeling?” John asked slowly.
“My bum is burning a bit, but I’m not complaining… It’ll pass. I’m not an old man, but I’m sleepy right now, so it must be true. Good sex does drain a guy,” Ilhan murmured.
John smiled faintly and gave Ilhan a tight hug, “Yeah. It’s okay to recharge batteries with a short nap.” He took a deep breath and ordered. “Sleep.”
“Okay,” Ilhan mumbled against his neck. John knew he’d fallen asleep from the way his body slumped against his own. He closed his eyes, feeling content and enjoying the extra warm body. He usually preferred to be cooler, but definitely enjoyed having his lover in his arms so he made no attempt to move away; instead he pulled the blanket around Ilhan's shoulders. It felt good to lie beside the sensuous body and listen to his deep breathing. John kept watching Ilhan until he drifted off to sleep.
All through the night, they kept waking up to talk in bed and enjoy the occasional cup of tea, or pleasure each other with their hands and mouths.
In the morning, John got up first and quietly left the bed to make breakfast. He brought cereal and coffee on a tray back to the bedroom. He set down the tray and leaned forward to kiss Ilhan on the nose.
“Wakey, wakey… Brought us breakfast...come on, baby,” he whispered.
Ilhan was pretending to be asleep, and John slid his cold hand under the blanket to touch his thigh.
Ilhan yelped and jumped up “Fuck! You corpse! Get off.” He tried to push John’s hand away.
“Mwahahaha.” John laughed exaggeratedly and tickled the warm body with his cold hands. After a rough tumble and wrestle session, John declared himself the victor and ordered Ilhan to sit up to have his breakfast.
“Is this how you wake up in the mornings?” Ilhan asked, trying to sound belligerent, but his lips already tilted up in a smirk.
“Yeah. I’m a morning person, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, no! I like to sleep late at the weekends.”
“Well, this should be interesting cos I love waking up early,” John answered as he took a spoonful of cereal.
It took a while for them to finish their breakfast because they bantered and got to know each other a little more. When John asked him how he was, Ilhan grimaced. “My bum’s still burning a bit.”
John kissed him gently. “Sorry, baby. We won’t be doing anything until you feel better, okay? Come and have a shower with me.”
Ilhan shook his head. “I can’t. I have nothing clean to wear unless you wait for me to go upstairs quickly and bring back some clean jeans?” John kissed him again and almost growled. “Go. Bring down whatever you need while I wash the dishes and then we’ll wash each other.”
“Okay. I’ll be back quickly,” Ilhan answered breathlessly and left to go upstairs to his flat.
John got up, whistling and washed the dishes. After about twenty minutes, he wondered whether Ilhan was coming back down. He called him on his mobil
e phone but there was no response. That was odd; he’d try again in a minute. He walked into the bedroom and changed the sheets, cleaning up the mess from last night’s activities. As he changed the pillow cases, he saw Ilhan’s mobile phone, switched off, and resting on the floor. He realized why he hadn’t answered.
CHAPTER TEN - Ilhan
When Ilhan opened his front door of his flat, he smelt coffee wafting from the kitchen. He froze instantly—his parents were in the apartment.
He heard their muffled conversation coming from the balcony and slowly walked toward it. Both his parents were drinking Turkish coffee while his dad smoked. They talked in Turkish, which meant they didn't want anyone from the neighboring balconies to understand what they were talking about.
“Ercan, where could he be?”
“How should I know woman? Do I look like I have psychic powers?” His father tsked.
“But he tells you everything. You should know where he goes. What if he gets a girl pregnant? Allah-Allah… He could barely look after himself, let alone a wife and a child. This is bad,” his mother muttered, taking a deep sigh.
“Elif, stop it. You don’t know where the boy is, okay? I thought he told me everything, but clearly I was mistaken. Anyway, maybe he went away with his friends,” his father said soothingly. “You know this young lot. They like to go to camp or something.”
“Ercan… That boy knows nothing about camping. What if they drugged him? Aii… What shall we do now? I am worried now. My poor son, could be off his head wandering around, never realizing where or who he is.” His mother wrung her hands anxiously.
Far out! What a worry wart, she is! Drugs, girls, babies? What the fuck?
“I shall talk to him when he comes home. Hush now. Let me enjoy my morning cigarette.”
“Aii…you’ll develop cancer. No one listens to me anyway. I talk to myself. Not you, nor your son.” His mother sat up straight as if she was ready to go to battle.
“Woman, hush now. We all listen to you. Why do you think I'm freezing my arse off here? It’s because you banned me smoking in the house? We are here because you asked to see your son too. Let me remind you, you gave birth to him, which makes him your son too,” his father snapped.
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