Turkish Monuments!

I am hooked...(part 3)

After a minute or two of getting his cock massaged through his boxers he slowly opened his belt and the button of his trousers granting me full access to his package. I caught a glimpse of his flat abdomen rising and sinking rhythmically. His breathing had become faster. I let my fingers explore the entrance to his boxers and touched the hot skin of his cock that by now was rock-hard. When the tip of my index finger reached his pisshole he sighed slightly. I felt his precum. Loosing all caution I pulled his boxers over his cock that rewarded me by popping out of its restraint position. For some minutes I slowly wanked his swollen manhood. Now, with free access to its full length I felt how big it actually was standing up straight with no hint of any curve and a short but fat head. He had shaved the pubic hair as is the duty for Muslims. I could  feel that the circumcision customary to Muslims had been performed perfectly. His cock was standing erect like a masterfully carved pillar. I was so absorbed in feeling the heat of his cock and admiring the size and the wonderful wetness of his precum, that I was slightly startled when I felt a hand pushing against the back of my head. It was his hand guiding my head towards his manhood. He was not forceful but made it perfectly clear what he wanted. Remaining seated I leaned down to my left until my face was close to his groin and with a determined push he shoved his erection into my mouth. I tasted a hint of fresh masculine sweat mixed with a scent of boxers that seemed to be fresh from the dry-cleaners. As he pushed me down deeper his cock head touched the back of my throat. My lips had nearly reached the base of his cock and I felt the stubble of his shaved pubes on my lips as I started to move rhythmically up and down with my head. For a second I was surprised that I did not feel like gagging at all, as he once again face-fucked me deep. But then I just stopped to worry about anything, even about the risk of the usher directing the light of his torch on me  and exposing me, as I got absorbed in the  heat, the stiffness and the wonderful taste of this cock that belonged to this handsome, all masculine Turkish man. I did not even care if I was hard myself or not. Feeling the manhood of this stud of a man filling my mouth with his cock, feeling his raw desire to getting his cock served filled me with a deep satisfaction and excitement. I had never before felt the same pleasure and fulfilment giving a blow-job. I lost track of time. I just existed through his cock in my mouth feeling its girth, the fat cock-head pushing down deeply into my mouth. The wooden armrest of the old seating pressed into the left side of my ribcage. I did not feel the pain and only discovered the bruising when I had a shower some hours later. I let my tongue tease his pisshole and then varied the rhythm of taking the his whole cock all the way down my throat. He pushed down his boxer-shorts giving access to his balls. I licked his shaven ball-sack tasting his masculine scent. He moaned. Playing with his balls with my right hand I took his cock deep into my mouth again. As he got even harder his breathing became faster and I could feel his whole body tighten. While his hand had remained loosely on the back of my head it now pressed me down forcefully. His cock went even deeper into my throat, I had trouble breathing but I did not care. He pressed me firmly onto his cock and suddenly he unloaded his juice into my throat. Hot, thick, sticky cum. Salty with a hint of sweetness. He was shooting his load with rhythmic contractions of his cock. His muscles tensing, but without any sound, he fed me his load. The pulsating of his cock continued  as his muscles relaxed and he let out a deep breath. He had my face still pressed onto his cock, so that I had no choice but to swallow his semen. I had never swallowed before but the sticky manjuice travelling down my throat was so pleasurable that I could feel precum oozing from my own cock. His erection slowly started to become softer and he lifted his hand from my head but I let his cock remain in my mouth to squeeze out the last few drops of his juice. His dick remained semi-hard when I finally sat up straight again. He gave me a quick glance. No smile, just an intense look. He pulled his boxers over his cock after he had made sure that I had really had licked off all of the cum. He did not bother to close his trousers and belt, but just remained sitting there staring at the screen once again. Only now I became aware of the sweat on my forehead. Had other people in the cinema seen me giving a blow-job? I looked around. Nobody seemed to care. I was unsure what to do. Should I just get up and leave? I decided to stay in the same seat, next to this handsome hunk who had just fucked my face and had been the first guy ever that had unloaded his cum in my mouth.

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I am hooked (Part 2)

For the next several minutes I did not dare look at him again, but I suddenly noticed some curious things going on. A guy had just minced up the corridor like it was a catwalk and had sat down next to another man two rows to the front of me. Within seconds his head disappeared and I wondered what had happened to him. Then I saw how the back of his head reappeared rhythmically just above the back of the seat. He was giving the guy next to him head! Literally!! I was amazed. Within seconds of sitting down the guy with the mincing walk had managed to get himself a cock to suck! And he sucked it here in the middle of a Turkish straight porn cinema. Encouraged by this observation that had directed a wave of excitement to my crotch area I told myself that this was the time to be brave. Slowly I turned my head to the left. In the twilight this guy looked so handsome, with his arms still folded, his face motionless, gaze fixed on the screen. As I let my eyes wonder to his bulge, he suddenly gave his manhood a good squeeze before folding his arms again. Had I just dreamed that? My legs started to tremble slightly from excitement. Feeling unsure on how to proceed I decided to open my legs a little bit so that my left knee came very close to his right leg. He did not move. After forcing myself to stay still for a minute or so he coughed slightly and squeezed his bulge again. His bulge seemed to have grown. With all my courage I moved my left knee a tiny bit closer to his leg, and a bit more...and a bit more...until it finally touched he right thigh very slightly. The sensation of my leg touching his sent a wave of excitement through my body. I felt his body heat all localised within this tiny spot where my leg touched his. He did not move. He did not pull his leg away, he did not shout at me, he did not stand up and walk away! I could not resist to move my hand inch by inch towards his lap. My hand was moving as if magnetically attracted. Closing my eyes I felt my fingers touching his leg. Again, he did not pull his leg away, again he did not shout at me or push me away! When I open my eyes I caught him groping his crotch again. My fingers continued their journey on the cheap fabric of his suit until they rested on his bulge. I felt the heat of his hard cock through the fabric. I let my fingers wander to explore its size looking at the guy's face. He still looked straight ahead onto the screen with just the slightest expression of expectation and pleasure in his masculine features. His eyes were wide-open underneath his bushy dark brows. Suddenly, without shifting his gaze he brought his hand to his fly and started to open the zip while sinking a bit deeper into the old PVC covered cinema chair. For a brief moment his hand touched mine before he folded his arm again. Encouraged I put my fingers through the opening of his fly and started to caress his hard cock that was now only covered by what felt like boxer shorts. He gave a sigh.

to be continued....

I am Hooked....(Part1)

Ed, the American friend I had made some days earlier in a cafe in the trendy part of Izmir, Turkey’s third biggest city, had told me how to find the place. It was located close to one of the main streets where traffic never dies down and the most prominent sound is that of the horns Turkish drivers appear to blow to indicate, to warn, reproach or ridicule other drivers or just to use them because they had not used them for the past 30 seconds. The entrance itself lay hidden behind a “Büfe”, one of the little kiosks that can be found at nearly every street corner in the centre of Izmir. With a beating heart I had walked up a few shabby steps and past some faded posters advertising straight porn flicks.I bought a ticket for 3 million lira, not even 2 dollars and followed the usher. Having come in from the bright sunlight of a summer's day I could not see a thing in the darkness of the theatre and had trouble following the usher and his dim torch that he was swinging back and forth while walking. Of course he had wanted a tip, but another 1 million lira did not matter. He guided me towards one of the seats nearby and disappeared in the dark. The movie was an old German porn flick from the 70's. Big Bavarian tits in fading Technicolor colours and ugly guys in Lederhosen pursuing ample women through barns and hay-stacks in a sort of sexual slap-stick.

I had not come for the porn film and could not wait for my eyes to adapt to the dark so that I could have a look around. It took several endless minutes until I finally could make out the guy sitting two seats away from me. Even though I could not see his face clearly he seemed to be old, with a pot belly sticking out visibly even in the dark of the cinema. I was disappointed. With slight desperation I peeked into the dark trying to make out if there were any younger Turks. Slowly, very slowly, I could see how big the cinema was. It was huge! Maybe 400 seats, with high ceilings. In the front and in the middle rows there were guys in about every 5th seat or so. As I looked around to the back, where it was even darker, I could see that the back rows were more crowded even though I still could not make out any details. However, there seemed to be quite a lot of movement. Some guys sat down only to get up again, walk up and down the aisle and then sit down in another seat. I could still not gauge if any of the men in the cinema were as hot as some of the guys I had seen walking through the small alleys in the Bazar area earlier that morning. I just could not stand it any longer. I got up from my seat and slowly walked up one of the side-aisles leading to the back rows nearly tripping over one of the unlit steps along the way. My senses were on full alert. The back rows were indeed more crowded than the front part of the cinema. Especially in the last two rows nearly every seat was occupied. I found an empty seat next to the aisle in the 5th row from the back or so as far away from the entrance and the torch of the usher who came in every now and then to show a new arrival to one of the seats. I sat down with my heart beating fast. I knew someone was sitting to my left but it was only after some minutes that I dared look at him.

With baited breath I risked a quick glance to my left. He sat in a relaxed posture, his arms folded with his legs comfortably spread apart. His dark beard made him look older than he probably was. He must have been in his mid twenties. He was wearing a dark suit, like it seemed to be the fashion among the men especially from the East of Turkey. Another glance. His white shirt had the upper two buttons open and no pot-belly disturbed the outline of his abdominal area. As the film showed a woman spreading her pale meaty legs wide on a hay-stack the cinema lit up slightly and I could make out the chest hair that curled out of his shirt. He was staring straight at the screen without apparently paying any attention to me. Another glance. He had dark short hair. His profile was masculine with quite a big nose that however only emphasised he masculine facial features. Suddenly he turned his face towards me with a very stern look. I quickly turned my head away, freezing in my seat not even daring to breathe. I could feel his gaze burning on me. What would he do? From the corners of my eyes I could just about see that he was turning his attention back to the movie. I breathed a sigh of relief.

To be continued...