Umut is the product of a home, controlled with fairness, but steeped in a latent hidden sexuality. Every daily routine reeks of sex in one way or another. Not in a bad way, but in a constant way. Many times, Umut sees his solidly built father naked, with his fat cock, sometimes semi-hard, parading around proud in his nudity. Umut is privy to the rutting noises of the sexual beast, a kind beast, a beast barely under control, and the beast is his father, the Turk. And what a beast his father is... a well built, hairy hunk of a man, a dad any boy can look up to. Effortlessly, his dad oozes a sexual intensity. Oftentimes, using the image of his rough and handsome father for stimulation, at about nine, Umut discovers wanking, jacking off for the feeling of intensity even though the orgasms are internal as the outside result is still dry. The orgasms are still dry when his dad tries showing him how to jack off in several unusual ways.
And then the fateful day arrives a few years later, the day after the other team members have left after practice. When their game of kicking the ball around the field goes way beyond the normal practice time, his cousin and he shower together They enter the athletic building to an echo. They strip simultaneously to shower and lay their clothes down on the benches. At the same moment for the first time, both guys realize they are alone in the gym all by themselves. They look at each other knowingly, but quizzically. As they shower separately, each pretends to not be eying the other, but both Umut and his cousin cannot hide their erections. Umut turns halfway away from his cousin and begins soaping his dick and then jacking it, slowly and deliberately. Umut holds his head between two fingers and slowly moves up and down, not far, just slightly, so if his cousin chooses to see, he can, or he can ignore the action. The cousin chooses not to ignore the action and begins his own masturbation.
After several minutes of playing visual cat and mouse, both males turn toward each other with their eyes focused on each other's cocks. Both cocks are rock hard. Each continues to jack. The longer each guy jacks, the closer they move towards each other. They stand in front of one another, soaping and jacking their dicks. Soon, Umut drops his hand and lets his cock linger in front of his cousin, exposed, awaiting a response. The cousin accepts the gift and wraps his hand around Umut's cock. At that moment, his cousin drops his hand, and Umut wraps his hand around his cousin's hard-full cock. Each jack with hesitation, but with great pleasure. In fact, in Umut a streak of guilt overwhelms him the pleasure is so great. Umut denies to himself how much he is moved by the touch of another and by how stimulated he feels holding onto his cousin's dick. Umut pulls back. He pushes his cousin's hand away.
Each is jacking his own dick. Both are still looking for the final moment as they soap, wash, soap again, and continue to jack. Wanting to know if there really is a feeling attached to jacking his cousin's dick, Umut reaches out for it again. His cousin lets Umut hold him and slowly jack him. Again, the overwhelming sense of an unequaled rush overtakes Umut. Umut feels more than he has felt jacking his own dick off. Jacking two dicks at once enthralls him. Umut loses himself in what his hands are giving him. The feeling sends Umut on a high he has never experienced. Umut, sensing the control one needs to climax, gives his dick back to his cousin and both fellas continue to jack close to one another, touching heads from time to time. Each, taking a cue from the other, they synchronize their orgasms, spraying each other with sperm. Umut takes the sperm from his cousin' s stomach and licks it off his fingers. Umut has discovered the power of sexual desire and satisfaction.
Umut is forever changed.
Umut now returns home with a new outlook, with new feelings and new desires. When he hears the sounds from his parents' bedroom, he imagines the power of his father's cock giving immense pleasure to his mom. It's as if his dad and his mom transcend their parenthood. Umut feels the powerful attraction of man for woman, for the primal instincts that obliterate familial relationships. Umut lies in his bed with his rock-hard erection, and taking some Nivea cream, jacks his dick to the sounds of the sexuality that pervades the house. Umut learns to jack off in rhythm to the sounds he hears. His dad makes no bones about his calamitous orgasms, so cumming to the sounds of his dad's release intensifies Umut's own ejaculations.
As the years go by, Umut brings his orgasm to perfection. When he hears the foreplay sounds of his parents, he begins to get hard. He doesn't resist the growing pleasure between his legs. He knows when he squeezes his cock through his pants, he will time his orgasm with his father's. He gets his hidden cream and towel and goes into his room. Even with his door closed, he hears the sounds of sex. He attunes himself to the groaning and boasting, imagining his dick giving someone, like his cousin, the same feelings of masculine conquest. Umut has read Jalal ad-Din Rumi. And as Rumi, he senses the truth of his love of his desired one. Umut knows the basest of sexual acts enhances the divine violence between the lover and the beloved. To take is to be number one, to be the one on top, the one who makes the decisions, the one who finds the ways of opening the doors of pleasure. Lately, however, he is longing to get into a truly intimate situation in which he fucks and gives the pleasure while he's taking his pleasure.
The armies of Alexander the Great have passed through Izmit and left a gene or two that shows itself every now and again as the blonde Turk, an exotic creature in an exotic land. Umut has lain his eyes on a creature of this nature only once, but he has never forgotten the intense response he had had to the beauty of the young man, so oftentimes, Umut would jack off, imagining his fucking the boy beauty, letting the sounds of the house arouse him even more. He has fucked the boy while sucking his father's cock in his mind so many times he knows the day will come when his fantasy will become a reality.
The day arrives. Umut decides to venture into the most notorious of hamams. He has witnessed the sexual needs of his father being satisfied outside the home. He wonders what other sounds the women in the brothels make when his father fucks them with his fat thick dick. He wonders what sounds he will hear when he, himself, is fucking. How will his own deep penetrations be acknowledged? What sighs and sounds will he produce in his partner, his hole, his ass? He knows when to hit it and when to lay off. His father has taught him the various kinds of love making from the instantaneous intense orgasm to the slow build, withdrawal, another level, withdrawal, a fast, hard pounding and then the obliterating climax with the male animal exhausting himself at the acknowledgment of the power of his loins.
At nineteen, Umut has not experienced other guys, but he knows what turns him on. Umut knows about the hamams, but he doesn't know exactly how they work, but he does know the reputation of one hamam. One can find sexual release, so after he steels himself to a course of action, Umut is getting his towel and his key. He undresses and wraps the towel around him. He goes into the open area where men of all ages and shapes are sitting. Some are bathing themselves from the faucets that dispense hot water. He sees the men lathering themselves and rinsing themselves off with the small canisters that hold the water. While looking around and taking things in, he notices that occasionally, a man will go off down one of the hallways that lead to the massage areas. The rooms are private in that they have a curtain that can be pulled to afford a modicum of separation from the other rooms and the views of any passersby.
He has also figured out that there is a steam room, but he's not ready to venture into a room with several other men. He's definitely turned on by the idea of the steam room, but he's fearful never having done anything except with his dad who taught him how to jack off and his cousin in the shower.
Umut isn't quite ready to head down the hallway himself. He simply moves closer to the entrance of the hallway and within a brief period, he hears the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity. He feels himself getting hard as the scene of overhearing others having sex in another room takes him to the memories of his masturbation fantasies. Umut tries to quell the growth between his loins, but protected by his towel, he appears as simply relaxing to others. Several overlapping yelps of pleasure end in silence. Umut hears the sliding of the curtain and a man of middle age, but still possessing attractiveness, walks out of the passageway. Shortly, thereafter, another younger man walks out. Both take seats away from one another and bath themselves.
With no more sounds and rhythms of sexual activity, Umut loses his erection. As he plays sentry by the opening, he sees other men go to the "massage" area. The urination area being away from the bathing and massage area, eventually, the masseurs and their trainees need to leave the rooms and relieve themselves.
One of the telluks in training, Mehmet, 19, lean and delicately masculine passes by Umut on his way to the necessary rooms. Mehmet immediately notices Umut as he walks by him. Umut looks up and likes what he sees. Umut unwaveringly stares directly into Mehmet's eyes upon Mehmet's return.
Mehmet stops before Umut, nods his head slightly in an inoffensive gesture. "Merhaba. I've never seen you here before."
"Merhaba. I've never been here before."
"Have you had a massage before?"
"No."
"May I offer you one for free?"
"I would have to give you something."
"Let's just say it would be my pleasure."
The two nineteen-year olds stare into each other's eyes with smiles on their faces.
"Follow me. I'll take you to the secret place."
"You mean out of the way?"
