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Sleeping late and waking to an empty hotel room gave me a few private moments to gather my own thoughts. What an amazing few days this had been. I'd finally caught up with my good mate Nick on his 12 month travel crusade, in Turkey of all places. I'd met his latest girlfriend Christina, whose holiday was about to end and whose departure for home in Sweden was imminent.
Nick had shown me the best of Instanbul and we'd relived old times and created new memories, totally at ease in each other's company, just as we had been when we shared a room at University. Nick had devoted almost all his time to ensuring I had a memorable experience. The only time he was not attending to my best interests was when I turned in for the night, when he quite naturally turned his attention to his sexy Swedish girlfriend and attended to her best interests by literally fucking her right through the mattress of their shared bed.
Tonight was Christina's last night with us and Nick had been out buying food he hoped that - between us - we could turn into a surprise feast for the girl he was certainly going to miss. She was by no means what you'd call a proper "girlfriend", more of a chance fuck buddy on holiday. But he certainly seemed more taken with her than many of the girls he'd casually screwed over the past few years. He'd told me on the day I arrived "she loves the dick"; that was probably the attraction!
It had been a while since anybody had loved my dick, so I was a bit envious. In processing that thought, I tried not to think of the young Turkish masseur under whose ministrations the previous day my dick had propelled to freedom about 500 million sperm who'd been trapped in my sadly neglected `twins from down under'. It's not like he jacked me off or anything.
When Nick arrived back, he dropped his grocery bags on the bench of the kitchenette and came and sat at the end of my bed, where I'd returned with a strong cup of Turkish coffee. I was still trying to fully wake, dozing on my pillows, shifting a little until I could shield my eyes from the sun streaming through from the open terrace doors.
"Come on mate!" Nick grinned. "Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!".
"Mate, I slept the sleep of the dead last night and I'm now coming back to life," I replied. "Just gotta get some coffee into the system and then I've got take a piss real bad."
Nick talked about how warm it was outside as I finished my coffee, and then threw back my sheet and stood up. Nick's eyes fell to my cock, still a little swollen from waking with morning wood.
"Lukey boy, I do believe in Turkey, you need a permit for little hand guns," said Nick as seriously as he could.
Turning to face him with my cock literally pointing at his face, I grabbed it and said, "Hand gun? Raymond, this is a Slime Blower," referring to the Dan Aykroyd character in the Ghostbusters video game we both loved at Uni. "If you continue to piss me off, I will be forced to discharge it and fire several jets of slime in your face, rendering you immobilized".
Nick feigned fear and covered his head with my pillows, screaming "no, no, please, don't slime me!!", as I wandered into the bathroom for a much-needed piss. Returning to the main room of the suite, I threw on a pair of boxers and joined Nick in the kitchenette to unpack his groceries.
As I took items from the bags, I noted nothing seemed particularly Turkish. "What the fuck's all this shit, mate?" I asked.
"Yeah I know, Lukey," he replied. "I was gonna do the whole Turkish feast, but Christina's had nothing but Turkish food since she's been here. So I figured for her last night, we'd do her a good Aussie meal. The ingredients were hard to find, but there's a little grocery store in Kutlugün Sokak that's run by a couple from New Zealand, and they have a bit of Australian nosh ... even Vegemite!"
I held up a squishy bag that looked like it was filled with pink dough. "And this would be?" I asked.
"It's the closest thing they had to sausage meat, mate," Nick replied. "I bought a couple of onions, some parsley and some puff pastry and I thought you could make some sausage rolls. Can't get much more Aussie than that!"
"Sausage rolls should be easy," I muttered, still going through the bags.
"Atta boy Lukey," Nick laughed. "I got some lamb chops and tomatoes and herbs so we can make those braised lamb chops your mum used to make for us during the holidays. And some sausages and potatoes so we can make `bangers and mash'.
"I tried to find something even vaguely like a pavlova but mate, nobody in Istanbul has a fucking clue what a meringue is! So for dessert, I'm afraid it's just fresh fruit salad and Dondurma".
I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't Dondurma the name of the doorman at the Turkish Baths?".
Nick laughed. "No, you dumb fuck. It's Turkish ice-cream!"
Once we'd unpacked all the ingredients for our unconventional Aussie feast, I left Nick to stack the fridge while I hit the shower, shaved and threw on clothes for our late morning exploration.
We started with a visit to Blachernae to check out two of the main surviving structures of the Palace of Blachernae – the Palace of the Porphyrogenitus and the Prison of Anemas. It was hot in the sun and we were both feeling a bit tired, but Nick ploughed on and took me to The Bosphorus, the strait that divides the Black Sea and Sea of Marmara, where we took in the panoramic view of the city from Galata Tower, and as we made our way back to town, we stopped briefly to the 16th century Suleymaniye Mosque.
By mid-afternoon we were famished and stopped at a street-side café for a beer and a coffee, and Nick ordered some kind of crisp roll made of peanut butter that was presented as a nest, which he explained was called Bul-bul- yuvasi.
Nick half-heartedly enquired whether I was up to a return trip to the Bazaar, as we'd vaguely planned, and seemed relieved when I said "mate, I love Istanbul and all, but if I see one more fucking Mosque or hear any more fucking Turkish music, I'm probably gonna have to hurt you."
Nick laughed. "OK mate, we'll grab some beers and some Kapadokiya wine, and then we'll go cook up a storm!"
Back in the comfort of the Empress we necked a couple of beers, stripped to our boxers and padded into the kitchenette. "You know I'm a lousy cook, mate," Nick reminded me. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"I'll start the sausage rolls and you can chop the onions, dice the tomatoes, and brown the chops in a fry pan with a little oil. And I mean brown them, mate, don't fucking cremate them."
Nick began his preparation as I threw the sausage meat into a bowl, tossed in a diced onion and a handful of chopped parsley, and then kneaded the mixture before upturning it on the bench and rolling it into a log. As I unfolded the puff pastry and brushed each sheet with melted butter, Nick looked at my mixture and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked, and Nick replied "Lukey, instead of cutting them up into little rolls, you oughta make a giant sausage dick!" We looked at the long sausage snake I'd made and both cracked up.
"I reckon I could do that mate," I laughed. "I'll just shape it a bit and then wrap it in pastry and it should bake in the same shape."
"That's great Luke," Nick chuckled. "But you've got enough there to make two sausage dicks. Christina'll piss herself laughing, especially if it looks the same length and shape as my dick."
"OK mate," I replied. "Tell me how big your dick is and I'll measure the mixture out."
Nick looked at me blankly before shrugging his shoulders. "No fucking idea, mate," he said. "I haven't measured it since I was in grade school. And it sure as shit has grown since then. But we can measure it."
With that, he popped the button on his boxers and flopped out his fat but flaccid man meat. I laughed. "Very nice, Nicky! But you don't measure a cock when it's soft. And Christina probably wouldn't recognise it anyway because she's only ever seen it hard!".
"Ain't that the truth," Nick laughed. "But it ain't gonna get hard by itself, so why not tell me some dirty little story that's gonna get the blood pumping?".
As Nick turned back to his frying chops, I said "Remember that night in our first year of Uni when we went to that party for Strawnie's 19th birthday? We got those two high school chicks drunk and took them for a drive and we both got our dicks sucked?"
Nick started to laugh, "Mate, do I remember it!! The chick I ended up with was Kate, Cameron Harris's sister. Man, she had no tits at all – flatter than I was – but that fucking mouth of hers was a vacuum!"
I relived that memorable event in graphic detail, up to and including the part where Nick let out an almighty roar, clamped his hand on the back of Kate the cock-sucker's head, and blew his load into her open throat. And the bit where she threw open the car door, and puked Sambucca and semen all over the road.
Nick was cackling with laughter at the memory. "Fuck that was funny," he hooted. "When she finally stopped heaving, she sat up and had cum trickling out of her nose!!"
He took his pan off the mini-stove and turned to me. Looking down, I saw his rampant one-eyed monster was standing straight up and pointing to the ceiling. "That did the trick," he said. "Now if you'd do the honors, my good man."
I laughed. "You want me to measure your cock?" I asked, trying not to look as thrown as I was.
"Well I can't do it while I'm stirring the braise, mate" he said. "Besides, touching a cock shouldn't frighten you – you've got your hand wrapped around your own practically 24/7."
I chuckled, and grabbed one of my travel bags, pulling out a small zip bag that contained a Swiss Army knife, a small torch, a small screwdriver, a small sewing kit and conveniently, a small tape measure. I walked back into the kitchenette where Nick continued to stir his sauce, his boner still throbbing menacingly between his legs. I crouched and unrolled the tape, and then reached out and pushed his cock down until it was sticking level from his groin. I used two fingers to hold the thin tape against the base of his cock and held his shaft in my palm and dragged the tape to the very tip.
Without looking up I said to Nick, "Did you just fucking groan?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "But it's because this tomato gravy is so tasty!"
As I held the tape measure, I realized this was the first time I'd ever touched Nick's cock. Or any other guy's cock for that matter. I'd seen Nick's junk countless times. I'd seen it soft and I'd seen it hard, I'd seen him pee, I'd see him jacking his dick, and I'd seen him using it to pound his girlfriends' pussies. I'd seen it red raw from fucking and I'd seen it covered in cum and pussy juices. But I'd never touched it.
Nick pulled me back to the present, saying "Mate, if you hold it any longer, we're gonna have to get engaged!"
I chuckled and said, "Next time someone asks you how big your dick is you can tell them with authority it's officially 20 centimeters," as I withdrew the tape and stood back up.
"Well that's gotta be a good thing," Nick smirked. "It's not quite eight inches, but nobody has to know that. Although you're the only person other than me who knows the truth, so I might have to kill you."
I clenched my fists in mock fright. "As long as you don't use that thing to kill me!".
We both laughed and Nick grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a hug, his boner pressed against me as he slapped my back. "Ah, this is fun Lukey," he grinned. "I'm stoked you're here."
I returned the back slap and we went back to our dishes. I measured out two thick rolls of sausage meat to exactly 20 cms and then shaped the ends as close as I could to the helmet shape of Nick's prick. I laid each sculptured sausage cock on a separate pile of basted puff pastry shapes, and before rolling it, I used the remaining sausage mixture to shape two decent size balls, which I pressed into the base end of my creation.
The pastry wrapping took some doing but as I put them on an oven tray, Nick and I agreed it was quite unmistakably a cock-shaped sausage roll, and that perhaps we had created a sensational dish which we could trademark and call Penis Pie.
With Nick's braised chops now cooked, I started cooking the sausages while Nick stuck with one of his kitchen comfort zones – peeling potatoes. By the time we'd finished our second beers, the main courses were ready and it took us only another 10 minutes or so to chop the fresh fruit, pour a little Grand Marnier over it and put it in the fridge to soak.
We opened a third beer each and, moving to the terrace to escape the heat of the kitchenette, we toasted our culinary masterpieces.
"Christina's gonna love this meal," Nick said. "Especially the sausage cock! Man, she's probably gonna go straight for it."
"Yeah, just like she did last night as soon as your heads hit the pillow!," I laughed.
"Ah yes," said Nick, adopting a pompous British accent. "I was actually rather tired myself, but the poor lass was quite clearly gagging for it, so what's a gentleman to do? I couldn't bear to see her beg. I just ended up doing what I had to do, with my eyes closed and thinking of England."
We both guffawed and I used the same accent to add, "Bravo. And it's nice to know that she's an honest lass. It's plainly obvious to anyone looking at the front of your boxers that she didn't make off with the Crown Jewels".
We were still laughing when we heard the front door open and Christina call out, "Nick? Luke?".
"Hey baby!" Nick called. "We're out here having a beer."
"I'll bring some more," she called back. "Something sure smells nice".
Christina joined us with three open beers and handing me mine first, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before turning to Nick, handing him his beer and planting a wet one on his kisser. His hand went around her back to pull her tighter, and as they kissed again, his hand dropped to her cute little ass and he squeezed her quickly beneath her short skirt.
We sat and drank our beers and talked about our day before Nick and I excused ourselves to get dinner ready. Christina set the table on the terrace and opened a bottle of wine while Nick and I served the chops, sausages, mashed potato in what basic dishes were available in the room, and Christina's eyes lit up.
"This looks beautiful," she said. "You boys are spoiling me!"
From the kitchenette I heard Nick say "We wanted to treat you to some good Australian tucker. It's your last night and wanted you to go home with a bit of Australia inside you!"
Christina giggled and said "I've had a bit of Australia inside me most of the last few days," before Nick called out, "Lukey, bring on the main course".
On cue, I walked out to the terrace and presented Christina with my two perfectly cooked Cock Sausage Rolls on a platter. Her reaction was priceless and Nick and I laughed and punched each other before Nick made a flourish of picking up the knife and slicing off the thicker end of the pastry cock. "Babe," he smiled, "I offer you first bite on my balls!".
We hopped into the meal and washed it down with excellent Turkish wine, chattering and laughing until the food was gone. Christina and I talked about her early start in the morning to make her flight home to Stockholm while Nick cleared away the dishes, returning with a bowl of soaked fruit and another bowl of ice cream. Or Dondurma, as my smart-ass mate would have it.
With no more crockery left to use, we ate from the serving bowls with our spoons until the dessert was completely gone too.
Once we'd finished the wine, we all moved into the small lounge area of our suite, Christina and Nick sharing one couch and me opposite, lying across the facing two-seater. As we talked, Christina reached down and picked up her handbag, rummaging around until she found a small foil package which she put on the coffee table.
"I picked up a little hash from a guy who works in the coffee shop," she said. "This stuff is supposed to be even stronger than Moroccan hash, and it's pretty hard to get, but it turned out to be not too expensive".
She also took from her bag a small hash pipe and began to pack it as Nick and I tried to recall the last time we'd smoked hash. Sure, we'd smoked a bit of weed when we were at Uni but hash was way more expensive in Australia and we only ever enjoyed it on those rare occasions when someone else had some.
Christina lit the pipe and took a couple of hits before handing it to Nick, who did the same.
"Nice shit, baby," Nick grinned. "Fuck, it's mellow on the throat".
He handed it to me and I took a couple of hits, surprised that I wasn't spluttering like I'd done on previous occasions.
"It's very mellow," Christina said. "But very potent. One pipe is more than enough otherwise we'll be stuck on this couch for days!"
We passed the pipe between us a couple more times before it was finished and by now, the effects of the hashish were hitting us all pretty hard. I felt so relaxed that everything seemed to be happening around me in slow motion.
The three of us spoke and I'm sure what we said made sense, but no sooner were the words leaving my mouth that I'd forgotten what we were talking about. We all seemed to be smiling and intermittently, we were laughing. I noticed that Nick had his hand draped around Christina's shoulder; his fingers gently rubbed her nipple through her tight top as she rubbed her hand along Nick's leg and kissed his hand.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tranquil place I was in, only opening them when I heard a soft groan from somewhere. Through heavy eyes I saw that Nick had freed his cock from his pants and Christina was gently stroking it. Instinctively I reached down and started to massage my own cock, which I realized was painfully hard. I absentmindedly squeezed my dick as I watched Christina pull off her tee shirt before repositioning herself on the couch and licking the head of Nick's cock. I dreamily watched their foreplay for a while, until Christina started bobbing her head up and down on Nick's throbber.
Aroused as I was, the words that left my lips were "get a room!" which all three of us found hysterically funny. Nick and Christina got up and moved to their bed where they resumed their love-making and I remained – immobilized – on the couch, still squeezing my junk.
In slow motion, I looked on as Nick and Christina went through their mating routine, Christina deep-throating as much of Nick's cock as she could, his fingers slipping in and out between her splayed legs. Nick shifted his body to maneuver Christina on to her back. He ran his hands down her naked body and kissed her stiffened nipples. He slipped down further and began licking her pussy, and she spread her legs wide for him as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Nick was on his knees facing away from me, his head buried between Christina's legs, his ass and dangling ball sac lewdly displayed in front of me.
As Christina's moans grew louder, Nick slid forward and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her moist pussy lips. From my position on the couch I could see clearly as his swollen cock head slowly slipped into her snatch and Christina started to pant as Nick grabbed her hips with both hands and impaled her on his throbbing shaft.
After only a few thrusts, Christina started a low wail that signaled her orgasm but Nick didn't miss a beat as he steadily fucked her. Time ticked by as I watched his ass moving up and down and I figured it was probably the hash that was keeping him from busting his nut. Still massaging my own excruciatingly hard dick, I realized I was dangerously close to draining my spuds in my pants.
I stopped stroking myself and lazily popped the buttons on my shorts to give the bald avenger a bit of breathing space, just as Nick picked up the pace and began to piston in and out of Christina's pussy. She spread her legs as wide as she could, grabbing his ass cheeks each time he plunged forward. Christina was moaning loudly, seemingly oblivious to my presence in the room; all her focus was on Nick and his rampant cock pummeling the living Christ out of her cunt.
As Christina climaxed a second time, Nick seemed to slow down, either trying to prolong his own pleasure or because the hash was making it difficult for him to cum. All was still for a few moments, before Nick and Christina rolled across the bed, Nick's cock still inside her, so that Christina was now on top. She slowly started to slide up and down Nick's still-rampant prick, his legs spread wide and his balls bouncing up and down in time with Christina's movements. They continued to fuck as I lazily fisted my pole, until they once again slowed to a stop. I heard Nick whisper, "sorry baby, it's the hash". Christina lifted herself off Nick's cock, which slapped against his belly, but she remained on all fours of top of him, kissing him passionately.
I heard more whispering but couldn't make out what was being said, until Nick leaned around Christina's side and said what sounded like, "Lukey, can you take over for a while?"
Did I hear that right? My hand stopped stroking my cock as I took in what I thought I'd heard.
"Come on mate, Christina needs more lovin' and I'm just a little too out of it at the moment," Nick said. "I can see you're up to the task!"
I didn't need to be asked twice! I jumped up from the couch, my cock sticking out of my pants, and steadied myself as the rush of blood to my head made me feel momentarily faint. I walked towards their bed and my heavy eyes took in the tantalizing sight of pouting pussy on display before me.
"Lose the threads, mate," Nick chuckled. I pulled off my tee-shirt and undid the only button holding up my pants and as they hit the ground I stepped out of them, my cock pointing obscenely heavenward.
I moved behind Christina and knelt on the bed, groaning as I felt her delicate hand wrap around my dick and move it to the lips between her hips. Finesse flew out the window as I thrust forward and buried my cock in her wet target. The humid folds of Christina's cunt spasmed around my prick as I filled her completely. Fuck she was tight! My arms wrapped around her waist and I eased my cock back a little and then thrust forward again, reveling in the liquid warmth of her pussy. The mewing sounds escaping her lips told me she was digging it too.
I leaned forward, resting my hands on the mattress and was momentarily surprised to see Nick, still lying beneath Christina. Our eyes locked for a moment, before Nick winked at me. My eyes closed again as the muscles of Christina's vagina clamped down on my cock, and squeezed me with each forward thrust.
Consumed by pleasure, I gripped Christina's hips tightly as my dick jerked backwards and forwards in powerful lunges. As the pleasure intensified in my groin, I was vaguely aware that Nick was sliding down the bed beneath us. As my cock shafted in and out of Christina's belly, I was aware that Nick's tongue was once again flicking her clit, only this time while she was being fucked.
Christina's hips began moving with each jerk of my hips, gripping every inch of my cock as I fucked her like a dog taking a bitch in heat. As I continued to drill her deep, feeling my cock head bottoming out against her cervix, I groaned as I felt a wet tongue lapping at my dangling nuts.
My eyes suddenly flew open. Christina's head was buried in the pillow facing away from me which could only mean one thing. It was Nick giving my ball bag a tongue bath. Holy fuck! The hash I'd smoked meant it was taking longer to process my thoughts, and before I could even take in what was happening between my legs, Nick started to suck my balls. His lips closed around my left nut and I moaned as he lightly sucked, before moving to the right ball and repeating the action. Seconds later, his open wet mouth took both balls at once and I knew then I was a goner.
I started making sounds that seemed to be coming from somewhere else as I thrust, drilled and speared my cock in and out of Christina's body and, as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, she clamped her pussy muscles around my invading shaft and literally milked the cum from my balls, which were still trapped in the warm wetness of Nick's mouth.
My body went momentarily rigid as I plunged my cock as deep as I could into her cunt and moaned as a blast of hot cum exploded from my sac in thick white jets. Spurt after spurt, my ball batter erupted inside Christina and I momentarily tried to recall the last time I'd ejaculated so much.
A little time passed as we remained locked together, my deflating cock still being exquisitely squeezed by Christina's well-trained cunt muscles. I stayed in the embrace as my dick slipped from her wet folds and immediately the sperm-laden load I'd shot into Christina made its way out again, gushing from her swollen pussy and splattering Nick's face. I was again startled to feel Nick's tongue, firstly licking around my cock head and flicking drips of leftover jizz from my piss slit, before he moved slightly forward to engulf almost all of my gear. I gasped at the exquisite sensation of Nick's mouth around my dick, and his tongue as it swirled around my shaft. Despite my exertions, I felt myself start to harden again but all too soon, Nick pulled away and slid back up the bed. His cock was rock hard, the head shiny with precum, and there was no mistaking how turned on he was.
I moved and lay sideways on the bed, my head propped up by my hand, as Nick swiftly rolled Christina on to her back, pushing her legs back and exposing the lips of her pussy, still dripping with her own juices and my semen.
Like a man possessed, Nick pointed his rampant organ at her epicenter and plunged straight in to the sodden mouth of her pussy, which seemed to suck him deeply into her juicy interior. Christina started to speak, but as Nick jerked quickly in and out of her slick, well-lubricated channel, her words were stifled and came out as a long "ooohhh!".
Nick turned his head sideways and looked at me, and again as our eyes locked, he winked at me, before turning his attention to fucking the willing woman splayed out beneath him.
I watched as he thrust his hips forward, impaling her body on the full length of his thick cock. I could hear the slapping sound of his low hangers as they banged against her cum-streaked ass cheeks. Christina's groans turned to gurgles as her clutching pussy struggled to hold Nick locked inside her. He eased out and plunged back into her steaming snatch as she arched her hips to him, the puffy, wet lips of her cunt swallowing him entirely. From the look on Nick's exhilarated face, the pressure was building in his balls as he drove in and out of her hot hole. The muscles of his thighs were straining, rock hard beneath the skin of his legs and his raised position allowed him utilize those muscles to propel the solid thrusts from his groin.
Christina began to beg for more, her strangled cries of "oh God, oh God" being met by thrusts from Nick's cock that were so hard they seemed to knock all the breath from her lungs. Grunting and groaning, Nick was fucking her like a jackhammer and, with a long, low scream of intense pleasure, he came.
His whole body seemed to convulse as hot jets of cum spurted from the eye of his cock into Christina's clutching cunt and mixed with the remains of my own recent deposit. They remained panting and locked at the loins, as Nick's cock slowly deflated and slithered from Christina's well-pumped pussy. He rolled off her on to his back beside me, with Christina on his other side.
None of us spoke as we came down from our exertions, still feeling the disembodying effects of the hasish. Lying naked on my back, I was aware that Christina had turned on her side and was lightly kissing Nick's face, and in my peripheral vision I could see her fingers lightly moving up and down his chest. I closed my eyes and reveled in the total relaxation that a mind-blowing orgasm induces.
I could feel myself drifting off, powerless to prevent it. As sleep started to overtake me, I felt Nick turn on his side and spoon with Christina, the two of them clearly as knackered as I was.
At some point during the night I woke when I felt an arm across my chest and it took a moment for me to realize that Nick had turned in his sleep and was now spooning me. The room was completely still and I could feel Nick's even breath on my neck and his soft cock pressed against my ass. As I drifted back to sleep it surprised me to realize how comfortable I felt in such an intimate yet innocent embrace.
I slept soundly, waking with a start at the early morning Call To Prayer, which I recalled the previous evening Christina had said would be her wake-up call to prepare for her flight home. Nick was still spooned into me, only now he was sporting wood, his hard cock nestled between my legs with my relaxed ballbag covering its fat head.
My own cock was just as hard and while I desperately needed to piss, I was loathe to break the embrace. The decision was made for me when Christina sat up and yawned, causing Nick to stir. He casually rolled on to his back, seemingly unconcerned that he and I had been cuddling for much of the night.
"Morning babe," he said, as he leaned up to kiss Christina. Looking sideways at me, he said "Hey Lukey!" before slapping me lightly on the ass. Christina giggled when she saw our cocks; "don't those things ever have a rest?".
"Just morning wood," Nick laughed. "Lukey and I need to pee". With that he sprang from the bed and headed for the bathroom. As I sat up Christina leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Morning, Luke. Thanks for my memorable last night in Istanbul."
I kissed her back and I too headed for the bathroom to empty my bladder. Nick and I passed in the doorway, his dick still rigidly boned.
While Nick and Christina brewed some coffee, I threw myself under a lukewarm shower and washed away the sweat and stickiness of the previous night and, wrapping a towel around myself, wandered out to the terrace, accepting a hot cup of coffee from Luke on the way.
As I stood looking at early morning Sultanamata and sipping coffee, Christina and Nick moved to the bathroom and over the sound of cascading water I could hear their laughter. By the time I'd finished my coffee and moved inside to dress, their laughter had given way to pleasurable moans. Nick was saying goodbye to her in his own special way, and at the same time getting rid of his morning wood in the way he most enjoyed ... sinking it into the wet and warm depths of a girl.
Minutes later, the now familiar guttural growl from Nick signaled his release, before the shower was turned off and he and Christina dried themselves. They returned to the main and dressed quickly, before Christina did a last minute check that everything was packed.
Grabbing his wallet, sunglasses and room key, Nick turned to me and said, "ready to go Lukey?".
I hesitated before saying "I'm thinking I won't go to the airport, mate. I hate goodbyes, and I reckon you and Christina should have the moment to yourselves."
It was hard to read whether Nick was disappointed or relieved. "You sure mate?" he asked, before adding, "you're welcome to come with us."
"Thanks Nicky, but I'll just hang here, clean up from last night." I turned to Christina, who was now ready to leave; "got a goodbye kiss for a hot Aussie guy?"
Christina walked up to me and, with her hands around my neck, pulled me down into a warm and tender kiss.
"I've had the best time, thanks to Nick and you," she smiled. "I really enjoyed everything. I wish I didn't have to go, but it was never going to last forever".
I stroked her hair. "It's been great getting to know you. And so quickly! Have a great flight, and we'll Skype when I'm back home".
It was time to go. Christina kissed me again, picked up her handbag and, before heading for the door and the waiting taxi, added, "You boys look after each other. It's a special bond you have. I saw it straight away."
I looked at Nick and he smiled. "Gotta go, Lukey. Gotta make sure she gets on the bloody plane ..."
We all laughed, and then they were gone.
Suddenly alone, I poured another coffee and wandered on to the terrace. It was as hard to contemplate the next couple of days without Christina, who'd I'd met as Nick's passing girlfriend within an hour of landing in Istanbul, as it was grappling with what had happened between Nick and me last night.
Not only had I fucked Nick's girl, but while I was doing it he'd licked my balls and then sucked my cock! Holy fuck, talk about an unexpected turn in the "catch up with Nick" scenario I envisaged when I'd flown out of Melbourne a few days earlier.
Was it the hash? Or was it something more? Was I being prudish? Was I missing a sign? Was Nick gay? Was I gay? If I wasn't, why did his mouth feel so good around my balls? Would I have sucked his balls if the roles were reversed? Would it ever be mentioned again? So many questions, and no immediate answers. What to do?
I grabbed my things and decided to get a bite to eat at a café around the corner from the hotel. I ordered a big breakfast and tried to focus on how Nick and I might spend the rest of my time in Istanbul, but my mind kept wandering back to Nick spooning with me in the early hours of the morning, and feeling his cock pressed into my ass cheeks.
Why did it feel so comfortable? Would Nick return from the airport regretting what had happened? Did I regret it? We were best mates; how would it affect our friendship. Was I over-analyzing it? Was it just a `once only' thing? Why was I even thinking about it? And why the fuck did my mind keep flashing on Nick's naked body?
I finished my breakfast and decided I'd take a walk to clear my head. So I walked. And I walked, through the streets of Sultanamata, trying not to think about having to, sooner or later, return to the hotel.
And Nick.
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