Good looking Umut, with his twenty-something soccer player's body, walks to the barbershop for a shave and a trim at the Sevilberber. He takes his seat and sees a couple men are there before him. He listens half-heartedly to the banter among familiar clients. When the door to the back-store room opens, the noise pulls Umut's attention. Coming out of the darkness, Umut sees a vision of young male beauty: blonde, blue-eyed and fair skinned with a sweet mouth, covered by the barely visible thin down of youth. Umut experiences an immediate, desirous response to the towel bearing assistant Umut feels an immediate sexual tension between himself and the handsome, youthful one. As Umut follows the delivery of the towels, Umut sees the other's eyes glance furtively in his direction from time to time.
When Umut's barber needs a steamed towel, the runner gets it. Umut wastes no time. He puts out his elbow at the right moment and nicks the attendant's crotch. Umut feels the pressure returned. When the barber is called away for a moment, Umut whispers, "The teahouse. After work." There is no time for the boy to respond except to smile.
Later, together, sitting on well-worn wooden chairs and sipping chi, Umut and Fikri introduce themselves to one another. Fikri explains how his family moved from a small town outside Izmir for the economic growth in Izmit, and they had relatives here. The blonde Ionian genes pop up in many areas of Southwest Turkey, and Fikri is one of those ancient Ionians.
Umut asks him about his sexual experiences. Fikri blushes and admits he is a virgin beyond his own jacking off. Umut, knowing his mother is visiting her sister for several days and his dad is working on a job out of town, Umut has the house to himself.
"Have you ever jacked off with another guy?"
"No, I never have."'
"You mean you have never touched another guy's dick or ever had your dick ever touched by another guy?"
"No, I never have."
"You are a virgin."
"Yes, I am a virgin."
"Do you want to remain a virgin?"
"No, I don't want to remain a virgin."
"How about right now? You come with me to my house where we will be alone until tomorrow when I my father returns."
There is a long pause in the conversation. Umut moves his knee into Fikri's knee and feels Fikri return his pressure. The two guys finish their chi, put down their money. Umut leaves a generous tip.
Undressed in Umut's bedroom, the two lovers lie side by side listening to the ethnic popular music from the nice speakers. Umut runs his hands down Fikri's body, over the smooth white taut skin. Umut gently presses his hands and fingers into Fikri's muscles. Feeling Fikri's upper leg muscles and squeezing them causes Fikri to shiver. When Umut places his hands on both thighs and squeezes them, Fikri shakes and trembles. His dick continues to grow and harden.
Fikri leans forward and places his hand around Umut's long and generous cock. Fikri begins to implode from the sheer intensity of the feelings. He does not know these feelings are only the introductory feelings to sexual exchange.
"You need to suck on my dick. You need to put it in your mouth."
Fikri, one of the compliant nature, kisses Umut's cockhead without hesitation. That kiss unleashes a gush of pre-cum that moistens Fikri's lips, encouraging them to slide farther down on the shaft of Umut's hefty tool. Both partners are surprised at the response to Umut's request. He is flowing onto Fikri's tongue as Fikri experiments with pushing Umut's cockhead deeper and deeper into his mouth. Umut places his hands gently on the back of Fikri's head and feels the fine strands of his blonde hair move easily through his fingers.
"Don't try to go too deeply. You want sex to always cause you to feel good, not hurt or harmed." Umut continues to tussle Fikri's hair as Fikri engages and releases Umut's cock from his mouth. "That's right. Lick the shaft and don't forget about my balls. They could use a little attention, too." Umut is really turned on not only by the beauty of his partner, but his partner's willingness to try anything. Fikri has found something wonderful in his licking and sucking Umut. Umut's cock becomes an idol Fikri can worship and give his full devotion. Fikri is amazed as he watches a liquid he never even knew exists flows with such ease out of Umut's slit. Fikri licks the clear fluid and reapplies it with his tongue to the edge of Umut's head. Umut shakes when Fikri's tongue reaches under the head and flicks his tongue. Fikri is a virgin in reality only. Fikri watches plenty of male porn and studies the techniques and gestures the men make toward one another. Now Fikri has before him a handsome athlete with a perfect cock for him to experiment upon with all his imagination. Fikri holds quite a bit of pre-cum in his mouth while he is sucking and jacking on Umut's dick. In a quick move, Fikri takes both of Umut's balls into his mouth and surrounds them with his tongue, covering them in pre-cum, pulling on them ever so slightly. Fikri jacks Umut's dick while he concentrates on his balls.
After this play in the standing position, Umut has them 69ing on the bed. Umut ingests Fikri's cock, pushing it down into his throat, causing him to pleasantly gag. Once his mouth is full of his throat juice, he pulls away from Fikri's cock, lubricates his middle finger by tickling the back of his mouth, returns to sucking Fikri's cock while his finger finds the entrance to Fikri's ass. Over and over, Umut tells himself this is a virgin ass he has been given to open and fuck. Remembering the words of Rumi, Umut relishes in the purity of the act that will affect another and himself on so many levels. The hole twitches the first time the tip of his finger touches it. Umut knows his finger will eventually penetrate this virgin ass, so he wants to take his time. He wants Fikri to open to his insistence. Fikri pushes his ass out, saying now is the time to violate me. Now is the time I want you to enter the rings of my ass and stimulate me, touch me where I have never been touched before.
The moment Umut seeks to enter the tight hole, Fikri moans with pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes, I never knew I wanted it and now I want it. Give it to me. Twist my insides and make me explode." Umut works his finger to the edge of the prostate, and he tickles it gently. "Oh, yes, touch me there. Touch me harder. I mean push against it. Poke at it." Umut feels himself about to shoot a load, so he backs off and away from Fikri's mouth.
Umut tells Fikri to roll over on his side so Umut can use his fingers to open him up and get him ready for his dick. Umut continues to drip as he uses his fingers and lotion to open Fikri up. Umut uses some of his own juice to lube up Fikri's ass. A particularly popular tune of the day is playing singing about the otherworldliness of love. Fikri is moaning as Umut works three fingers into Fikri's ass. Now there is a three-point attack on his prostate, sending Fikri into another level of sexual ecstasy. Umut removes his fingers. He transfers all that is wet and moist to the head of his cock. He adds more lubrication to the puckered hole and more to his cockhead. He places his head against the reddened hole. Without a second's delay, Fikri pushes his ass onto Umut's cock and feels the cockhead settle just below the prostate, pushing on it with the blood engorged head of Umut's cock.
Fikri states, "Don't move. I need to get used to it. I don't want you to hurt me. Let me make the moves. I've never done this before."
