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As I wandered around the streets of Sultanahmet, I realised how much my life had changed in just the past 12 hours. I'd flown into Istanbul a few days earlier for no other reason than to catch up with Nick, my `roomie' from University who'd been travelling through Europe.
I didn't realise until I arrived at the hotel where we'd be staying that he had a new `roomie' for a few days, a hot chick named Christina whom he'd met at a bar. I wasn't surprised, of course; Nick was always on the lookout for pussy and he never had trouble pulling a bit of tail.
All good things come to an end and Nick was now at the airport saying his goodbyes, for her holiday had come to an end and she was flying back to her home in Sweden. But last night, after she'd surprised us with some hashish, their familiar twosome turned into a threesome.
I'd fucked Nick's girl – at his invitation – and it was fantastic. I hadn't got my dick so delightfully wet for a few weeks, so it was awesome pumping a load into Christina's tight pussy. But what I hadn't been prepared for was Nick licking my hangers while I was hammering his chick, and then giving my cock a quick suck after I'd emptied my balls.
Neither of us, as far as I knew, had ever had a man to man experience. Sure, I'd seen Nick's gear more times than I could remember, just as he'd seen mine; there's little privacy when two guys are sharing a small dorm room on campus. Between shared showers and our regular morning wood, we'd seen each other's cocks soft and hard hundreds of times. We'd seen each other take a piss, we'd jacked off together and we'd seen each other fucking our girlfriends. But until yesterday afternoon, when I measured it as a guide for shaping the `cock sausage roll' I was making for Christina's last meal, I'd never actually touched his dick.
What I couldn't fathom is how my junk ended up in Nick's mouth as I fucked his girl? Had the hash completely stripped him of his inhibitions? Nick's track record with females made me certain he wasn't gay, but maybe he swung both ways?
Most importantly, would it spoil our close friendship? We'd been mates since school and we were like brothers through our years at Uni. We'd always been so comfortable in each other's company and the last thing I wanted was for that to change.
I wanted to ask Nick all these questions and more, and yet at the same time, I hoped we could just move on like it had never happened. But then again, I couldn't shake the fact I'd actually enjoyed that intimacy, especially waking in the night to find Nick had turned away from Christina in his sleep and was spooning me. I could still feel his cock pressed into the crack of my ass and his breath on my neck.
I looked at my watch and realised it was after 10. Nick would almost certainly be back from the airport and I had to face him sooner or later, so I headed back to the hotel. When I walked into the suite, Nick was nowhere to be seen, but his wallet was on the couch so he'd certainly been back.
I called out to him and from the terrace he called back, "out here Lukey". I walked through the double doors and found Nick lying back on a deck chair with his feet up on the table, sipping a coffee. He was wearing his sunnies so I couldn't see his eyes, but he looked relaxed enough.
"How did it go at the airport?" I asked.
"Well, you know," he replied. "I hate goodbyes at the best of times. But it was all good. We'll stay in touch online I guess, but I guess I won't ever see her again."
"That bother you, mate?" I asked.
"I guess not," he said. "I mean, she was a great chick and the sex was awesome, but I'm not looking at getting serious just yet so I reckon it's probably time to move on.
"Besides, there's plenty more pussy out there just waiting for us, Lukey boy!".
I laughed, and smacked him across the back of the head. I wanted to put what happened between us last night on the table for discussion, but somehow it didn't seem the right moment, so I just asked "whaddaya want to do for the rest of the day?"
"Well I'm fucking starving," he grinned, rubbing his stomach. "So I figured we'd go have some lunch and then maybe hit Florya beach in Yesilkoy, because it's so bloody warm today. We can hop a train from Sirkeci, it's not very far. What do you reckon?"
"Sounds good to me, mate," I replied. Even though I'd not long had breakfast, Nick was clearly hungry and a swim would certainly be welcome respite from the heat. He jumped up and rummaged through his bag.
"Let's throw on some swimmers under our clothes and then hit the café," Nick said.
"Mate, I didn't think to bring swimmers," I laughed. "And there ain't no nude beaches in Istanbul!"
"No worries Lukey," Nick said. "I've got my boardies, and somewhere in here I've also got a pair of budgie smugglers. You can wear those."
Nick threw me his Speedo and stripped from the waist down, and I watched as he pulled on his board shorts and then his pants. He sat and watched as I stripped down and stepped into the Speedo.
"Hope they're not too small, mate," he laughed, noticing the trouble I was having stuffing my cock and balls into a swimsuit that was designed for a slightly leaner build.
"Well, they reckon it pays to advertise," I grinned.
Once dressed, we grabbed our wallets and wandered out of the hotel to the street below, strolling around until we found a restaurant called House of Medusa which Nick knew by reputation. It had been used as a mansion for many years, before being restored in the 80s and opened as an eatery. The dining rooms were spaced throughout the four storeys of the building and each offered a different atmosphere. We settled on a small room on the second floor, where there were no other patrons.
Proving how hungry he was, Nick wanted to order straight away, for both us, and in no time at all he'd asked the waiter to progressively bring us serves of mashed chickpea with sesame oil, fried pastry savory rolls with cheese and walnut, calamari with almond tartare sauce, a tomato and cucumber salad, stuffed cabbage with minced meat and cracked wheat, and two mains to share - lamb shish kebap on skewers and chicken stuffed with ham, mushroom and cheese. He also ordered beers which arrived with the first of our dishes.
We chatted easily about nothing in particular, just shooting shit, until the pastry savory rolls arrived, when Nick grinned and said "doesn't look good as your `savory sausage cock!".
We both realized at the same time that the young Turkish water was still the room and had heard Nick and when we saw the shocked look on his face we both cracked up laughing, almost falling off our chairs.
By mentioning the savory sausage cock' I'd made as one of the dishes for Christina's farewell dinner, Nick had brought up last night' for the first time. I was mulling over whether to keep the subject going, when Nick beat me to it.
"So did ya have a good time last night Lukey?". He was smiling, but it was hard to read his face. I sensed a little trepidation too.
"Yeah mate, it was great," I said. "The food turned out terrific and the hash was a fucking blast. Haven't had a pipe since fuck knows when, so it hit me like a ton of bricks."
"Yeah, me too," Nick laughed. He paused for a moment to obviously find his next words. "Hash kinda brings out aspects of me that I don't usually expose. And you and I kinda took a walk on the wild side, Lukey boy".
I couldn't help but laugh. "Strictly speaking mate, it was you who took the walk on the wild side".
"Maybe so," he smiled, "but you didn't exactly punch my lights out."
"I was wrecked mate," I said, "I couldn't have punched a hole in the air!"
"You've slept it off, so do you wanna punch me in the face now?" he asked.
"Couldn't mess up that face Nicky boy. Not after all the money your folks spent on those teeth!"
"Do you hate me, mate?" he asked, semi-seriously.
"Of course not".
"Do you love me?"
"Fuck mate, if you've got a diamond ring in your pocket, I'm outta here".
We both cracked up again, not so much from the exchange we'd just had, but because our waiter was back in the room with our main courses and more beer, and he was all ears.
I waited until the waiter had left before I said, "I know you're not gay Nick."
He pondered for a moment before he said, "No, but I'm quite OK saying I'm bi. A bi-sex-ual man. Love that pussy, mate, as you know, but sex isn't only about pussy. It's about pleasure and stretching boundaries. And it's just sex, after all."
"So you've done it before?" I asked, realising immediately how naff the question sounded.
Nick feigned seriousness when he said, "I'm sorry, Lukey, but you weren't the first." And he started to laugh again.
I gave him a look of mock indignation. "I should have known. So who was the first?"
Nick looked at me and sighed before saying, "Remember, you asked.
"I have no fucking ideas who the first was. Nameless and faceless. Remember our first year at Uni? We'd been rooming for about three months when I was walking past the old gym block on the north side of campus. I desperately needed to take a piss so I went inside and looked around and finally found the toilets. I went into a cubicle and started taking a wicked leak and I looked down and saw a hole cut it the wall, through to the other cubicle.
"I was just shaking my dick after I'd finished pissing and I saw a finger wiggling through the hole. When I looked down all I saw was an open mouth. Now don't ask me why Lukey, but I was boning up by that point and I just stuck my cock through the hole and some dude on the other side sucked the Living Christ outta my balls."
Nick stopped talking for a moment and just looked at me intently, trying to read my reaction. I tried to show nothing, but he smiled and kept going.
"I'd been sucked off by girls heaps of times, as you know mate. But I swear that first time in the toilet was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had."
"But you were getting laid in that first year at Uni," I said.
"Yes mate," he replied. "I didn't go to the toilets when I was banging someone. But between chicks, it turned out to be a good way of losing a load. Close your eyes and it could be anyone."
"So all those nights in the dorm when I got lumped with cleaning up while you went `out for a run', you were getting your dick sucked?"
"Well, yeah" he sheepishly grinned. "But I did run to get there!"
"I'm starting to think I might still want to punch you in the face," I said.
"Are you telling me you didn't know about that toilet block?"
"Didn't have a clue, mate. I was too busy studying ..."
"Yes, and having a good tug while I was out `taking a run'," Nick hit back. "Don't think I didn't notice the soggy tissues in the bin in the bathroom when I had a shower after my run." My turn to laugh. "A man's gotta do ..." I replied. "So is that it, mate? Or is there more? If there is, I need a beer."
Nick waved to our clearly eaves-dropping waiter and held two fingers up and almost immediately, two more beers were placed on the table by a clearly flustered teenager, even more so when Nick winked at him.
"You sure you wanna know it all, Lukey?" Nick asked.
"May as well mate," I replied. "But I gotta get rid of some of this beer first."
"Me too," he said and got up to follow me to the toilet. Nick was walking slightly ahead of me, and I suddenly grabbed one of his ass cheeks and squeezed. Nick jumped, and looked quizzically at me.
"The waiter's watching us," I grinned.
We entered the men's room and stood side by side as we took a leak, giving the House Of Medusa back a lot of the beer they'd charged us so much for. We shook our dicks, stuffed them back in our pants and returned to the table.
Over the next 45 minutes, as we picked at our unfinished appetizers, Nick filled me in on some exploits I'd never have thought were part of his Sexual CV. I heard about the Phys. Ed. teacher at high school who'd helped Nick with a groin injury by taking care of one stiff muscle in particular. And about the tailor who'd made his suit for his sister's wedding, and had used an inside leg measurement as a means of getting Nick's zipper down and his cock stuffed in his mouth. And there was the first time he sucked a cock, which turned out to be at Uni.
"Remember in our second year?" he asked. "That first semester break when you went home to help your parents pack up the house before they moved? Remember when Callum's older brother Ben came and stayed with him for that week? Ben and I became great mates and we got pissed every night during that break.
"One night after we'd drunk everything we could find, he challenged me to an arm wrestle. I accepted the challenge but asked what the winner got. None of us had any money, so he just kinda said `the loser sucks the winner's cock' and we both thought that was pretty funny.
"I was pretty fit at the time so I figured I'd win, but I didn't. He floored me in about 10 seconds. We laughed a bit, and then he stood up, walked around to my chair, whipped out his cock and pushed me on to it. I didn't have time to react and all of a sudden I was sucking his dick.
"It was fucking weird at first but then it was kind of OK and then he suddenly pulled out and shot his load all over my face. Then it was a bit awkward and we kinda said good night and he left, and we didn't speak about it again."
Nick went on to tell me his most recent story, about the hot Latino chick he'd met only about eight weeks before during his four night stay in New York.
"First night I got there, mate, I walked into this dark little East Side bar and straight away I saw her," he said. "Fucking hot body let me tell you. And a real short skirt and a tight top over spectacular tits. Man, she was a picture. Anyway, I sat at the bar a couple of stools away from her and ordered a bourbon, and while I was sipping it, she moved closer.
"She asked if I had a light and I laughed. I said people might think you're trying to pick me up with a line like that', and fuck me if she didn't reply I am trying to pick you up darling'. She moved in closer and I realized she was a little older than I'd first thought. But what the hell? She didn't look like a hooker, she was hot and she was obviously looking to get laid. Like I was gonna say no!".
We both laughed. "Lukey, I bought her a drink and 10 minutes later we were in her sports car and headed uptown to this fucking awesome apartment building. I kissed her in the lift and she groped my cock through my jeans.
"We got out on her floor and she opened the door of this penthouse, like something in the movies. This chick was obviously loaded, or her old man was. She showed me to the lounge and we stood in front of an open fire. She told me she was going to fix us another couple of neat bourbons.
"I was standing away from the door enjoying the fire and rubbing my dick through my jeans, and I nearly crapped myself when I heard a guy's voice say `Hello Nick'. I turned around and there was a well built Latino guy about the same age as Serena.
"I couldn't think of anything to say as he strode over to me with his arm outstretched and shook my hand. I am Alejandro, but please call me Alex'. All I could think of to say was g'day mate'! Serena walked back into the room with three bourbons, smiled at me and said `I see you've met my husband'.
"I was kinda shocked and I started to come up with some lame ass excuse why I was with his wife, but he stopped me. `It's OK Nick. Serena and I have an understanding. We enjoy our marriage but we both like to enjoy sex with other people. Sometimes Serena brings a guy home and sometimes I bring someone home. Sometimes we watch, sometimes we join in. Does that bother you?'
"Again I didn't know what to say so I just said `I guess not'. So we had our drinks and ended up in the master bedroom looking out over the lights of New York. Serena and I got naked and got busy on the bed, while Alex sat in an armchair to one side of the bed watching us with his cock in his hand.
"I felt a bit self conscious with him there but by the time Serena's mouth had worked its magic on my dick, I'd almost forgotten about Alex. Mate, her pussy was like a milking machine. We fucked in every position you can think of for about 20 minutes before I rolled her on her back and started going for the pop shot. I was so into I hadn't realized that Alex had moved and was behind me until, just as I was arching my back and about to shoot my load in his wife, I felt his hand around my balls and he squeezed lightly.
"Man, I've squeezed my own balls when I've jacked off heaps of time, but nobody's ever done it for me during sex. I felt like I'd died and gone to Heaven and the load she got was like a fucking tsunami. When I rolled off her, she was lying there with jizz running out of her pussy and bugger me if Alex doesn't get in there and start cleaning it up with his tongue.
"I sat down and watched them go at like bunnies for about two minutes and after another Bourbon we called it a night. They invited me to come back the next night, so I ended up seeing New York by day and fucking Serena senseless every night I was there."
Nick recounted how the next night, as he fucked Serena, Alex lay on the bed with them and alternated sucking his wife's tits and fondling Nick's balls and ass. The night after that, as Nick once again plunged in and out of Serena's pussy, Alex again played with Nick's ass, only this time he stuck his face between Nick's pumping cheeks and thoroughly tongued him.
"Mate, that was another fucking mind-blowing moment," Nick grinned. "Bit weird at first, but fuck it felt good. Then the last night I was with them, Alex started licking my ass the moment I stuck my cock in Serena, and then he slipped a finger in. I froze and was about to push his hand away, but Serena distracted me by contracting her cunt muscles and squeezing my dick again and before I knew it, Alex was fucking me with two fingers and working my prostate like a pro.
"I sort of went into la-la land and the next thing I knew, Alex was lying on top of me with his weight on his hands, and was starting to stick his cock in my ass. That freaked me out a bit, but Serena was holding me tight enough so that I couldn't throw him off and the suddenly, he was in my ass.
"It hurt like hell at first but Serena just kept on milking my dick and then we kinda fell into a rhythm that started to feel good. And then it started feeling really good, and then we just got into this awesome three-way fuck that opened up a whole new way of looking at sex for me."
When Nick finished telling the story, he smiled for a moment and then said, "It is wrong that I've got a boner talking about this?"
I chucked and replied, "If it is, then we're both in trouble."
After ordering a coffee Nick said, "And that's it Lukey. The whole sordid story so far. Shocked?"
"Well yeah, a bit I guess," I said. "But you're right. It's all just sex. Just never thought of you being the type to take it up the ass."
"Well neither did I, mate" he grinned. "If nothing else, this trip has opened a couple of surprise doors." He paused again and said, "Let's go swimming."
We finished our coffee and as we paid the bill, Nick nodded towards our young waiter's crotch and sure enough, our Turkish teen was sporting wood. We both winked at him and thanked him as he sheepishly tried to cover the tent in his trousers with a menu.
Back in the daylight, Nick and I decided we couldn't be bothered going as far as Yesilkoy, so we made our way to a more local beach. It required a bit of a meander down a steep cliff and at the bottom was precious little actual beach, but we found a spot in the sun and stripped off, Nick to his boardies and me to my Speedo. As we soaked up the rays, we shot the usual shit like we always have, and once or twice ventured into the water and horsed around.
By late afternoon the sun was fading and we were ready for hot showers and beer. We started back up the cliff and were almost at the top when Nick missed his footing and slipped, landing quite heavily on the footpath a few feet below us. He seemed hurt as I made my way down to the path but I was able to help him to his feet. Standing straight, he flinched in pain and said his lower back was sore. Nothing was broken, but he'd obviously hurt muscles in his back. I helped him hobble a few steps before he moved away from me and started to walk on his own, limping along like someone with a cut on their foot.
Rather than face the cliff again, we walked the long way around on reasonably flat ground until we were back on the street and I hailed a cab to take us the three blocks to the hotel. Back inside I got Nick comfortable on the couch and grabbed us a couple of beers.
"Mate," I said. "Do you think maybe I should call a doctor?"
"Nah, mate," he grimaced. "Nothing's damaged, just sore."
"We could jump a cab back to that sauna," I suggested.
"Don't think I could stand being pummeled that hard again," he laughed. "Wouldn't mind a massage though."
"Want me to ring reception and ask them to recommend someone," I offered.
"Nah, I was thinking you might do it, like those times after footy practice at Uni?"
"Yeah, sure, mate," I replied. "You should have a hot shower though."
Nick started to stand up but sank back into the couch in obvious discomfort. I moved to help him stand and as I manouevered him to the bathroom he said "not sure if I can stand properly in the shower, so you might have to help me mate."
In the bathroom I stripped off my Speedo and then eased Nick out of his soggy board shorts. I held him up with one arm and turned on the shower with the other. We stepped under the spray and I managed to lean Nick against the tiled wall as he soaped himself down and I did the same standing opposite him. Once we were clean, I turned him around and had him stand face-first into the wall, and turned the hot spray on to his lower back. I let him enjoy the soothing heat as he ooo'd and ahhh'd a few times and then shut the water off. I stepped out and towelled myself before slipping my Speedo back on and helping Nick back on to the bathroom floor where I dried him as best I could.
I helped him hobble to the bed and he eased himself down to lie naked and ass up on the mattress. I grabbed some massage oil from my suitcase and gently trickled it across his shoulders, back, ass and legs. Starting at his calves, I began working my way up his legs, gently working the oil into his skin. His body instantly relaxed and I was struck for the first time by the firmness of his muscles.
I shifted on the bed and started to work the muscles in Nick's shoulders and backs and I could tell from his soft sighs that he was appreciating the effort. I worked my way down his back and the sighs turned to moans as I worked his painful lower back, the ridge of muscle just about the start of his ass cheeks.
From where I was kneeling, between his legs looking up his back towards his head, I noticed for the first time what a spectacular ass Nick had. I'd seen it plenty of times before, of course, but never from his angle. It was toned and lightly tanned, each buttock a perfect narrow bubble shape tapering into the crack. For some reason all I could think of was the Golden Globes, which I'd seen on TV just before leaving Australia, and I smiled to myself ... "And the award for the Best Male Ass goes to ..."
Unsure whether Nick wanted his butt worked on, I moved from his lower back to his legs again, working my hands in long strokes from his calves to his thighs. More contented sighs came from Nick, who spread his legs a little further to make my ministrations easier and in doing so, he freed his floppy ball bag, which lay squashed on the white sheet. Each time my hands glided along the inside of his muscled legs, my fingers would graze his balls and each time I heard the barely audible groan he made into the pillow under his head.
Eventually, I let both my oiled hands move from the backs of his legs up over each ass cheek and I was surprised that Nick responded to these strokes by lifting his ass slightly off the bed, allowing his nut sack to hand loosely in the air between his thighs. Now, his ass was raised in front of me and as I kneaded him, his cheeks opened and closed with the movement, giving me an uninterrupted view of the only part of Nick's anatomy I'd never seen before. Come to think of it, it was the first male asshole I'd ever seen. My mind wandered to the image of Nick's Latino friend Alex burying his face between those cheeks and slipping his tongue into Nick's most private part. While my mind was shuddering at the thought of doing something so seemingly wrong, my body was reacting otherwise, and I had to make a quick adjustment to my Speedo to accommodate my rapidly swelling cock.
I continued manipulating Nick's ass cheeks, mesmerised by the sight of his scrotum swinging gently between his legs, not unlike a metronome. As a gazed at it I suddenly wondered why, with Nick's ass lifted so high above the bed, I couldn't see his ample cock hanging beneath his balls. It was only then I realised that obviously Nick, like me, was boned. I knew enough from Phys Ed to understand that erections during a massage are not uncommon for men who instinctively react to skin-to-skin stimulation, but nevertheless this massage was clearly pushing Nick's buttons!
Eventually Nick sank back into the bed and let out a long, satisfied moan. I rubbed my hands together and slapped his ass before moving to stand. Before I was upright, Nick asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice, "Aren't you going to do the other side?"
I hid my surprise when I replied, "Sure mate, if that's what you want".
Without responding, Nick slowly rolled on to his back, moving his arm across his face at the same time to shield his eyes from the late afternoon sun. Sure enough, his cock was hard and throbbing, pointing obscenely towards his chin, as menacing as it had ever looked. His clangers hung large and loose in their skin sac between his muscled thighs.
I poured some oil on my hands and gently but firmly massaged his chest, kneading his pecs and gliding over his ribs. He moaned softly each time my fingers grazed his erect nipples, a sharp contrast to the softness of his skin. As my thumb flicked his nubs, my oiled right hand moved lower and worked his flat, tight stomach, carefully avoiding the thick, pulsating slab of cock. Each time my fingertips grazed Nick's pubic hair, he flexed his prick and made it bounce.
With Nick's eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on his face, I was able to take in the sight before me, without him knowing my gaze was fixed on his rock hard rod. I'd never given much thought to cocks before, much less Nick's. I know how much pleasure that column of flesh gives every guy once he learns as a boy that it's useful for more than pissing through, but I'd never really thought about what a beautiful organ it is. And while I'd seen Nick's beaver buster countless times over the years, both soft and hard, I'd certainly not seen it this aroused at such close range.
I moved my hand to the front of Nick's legs and massaged them both before working my way up between his thighs, stopping each time my hand bumped his ball bag. The eroticism of the moment and the intimacy we were now sharing was doing nothing for the state of my own excitement, and by now the head of my swollen manhood was sticking out of the top of my Speedo.
After a few minutes spent massaging Nick's legs from ankle to groin, my right hand took on a life of its own and on one upstroke, it slid up over Nick's balls, up the length of his pulsating dick and over his stomach and chest. His body flinched at the same time as he groaned. I did the same thing again, and on the third attempt, I slid my hand over his dick, slipped my hand around it and squeezed lightly. I felt it harden and jerk and Nick, still with eyes shielded by his arm, lifted slightly off the bed, an involuntary thrust into the oily palm that encircled his engorged shaft.
For a moment or two I simply held his rigid cock in my fist and, as thought guided by a force I was powerless to resist, I leaned forward and ran the moist tip of my tongue along his length, from the ridge of skin that sprang from his pubes to the wrinkled tight skin beneath his fat cock head. The whimper I heard as I stared at his stalk was encouraging, so I took a deep breath and kissed his glans before taking my very first cock deep into my mouth in one fluid movement.
Nick's delight was instantaneous and at the end of a long moan he whimpered simply "fuck". I felt him shudder as the head of his cock throbbed against the back of my throat. I was surprised I didn't gag but somehow I was able to cop Nick's entire length without losing my lunch. Remembering what felt good from the headjobs I'd had from chicks, I started to move my mouth up and down Nick's cock and as I did he started to move with me, gently fucking my face as he panted and groaned. When he started his "Oh God" routine, I instinctively picked up the pace, impaling my mouth on his hardness. He suddenly reached down and grasped my head, holding it firmly impaled on his shaft, as he was overpowered by what sex educators refer to as "ejaculatory inevitability".
And in an instant, I realized what all those girls through the years had to endure as I emptied my balls into their not always willing mouths. Urgent jets of high powered cum shot from Nick's cock into my mouth. My throat was assaulted by thick gushes of semen as Nick held his hands firmly around my head.
Now at this point, I'd like to say that I swallowed like a champ, having milked every last spurt of his release. Unfortunately, I reeled in shock. It wasn't the taste that caught me by surprised, more than sheer amount of dick slaw that was pumped into my mouth and throat.
Any finesse flew out the window as I gagged and coughed. I dry-wretched and I spluttered, and for a brief moment I thought I was going to barf. My eyes watered, and warm sperm frothed on my lips. I was vaguely aware as I struggled for air that Nick was almost hyperventilating with hysteria on the bed, rolling on his back and kicking his legs in the air. It seemed like an eternity before I could breath normally, by which time Nick had steered me to the bathroom basin just in case.
I breathed deeply for a moment or two, as Nick rubbed my back. I could tell he was still fighting laughter. "Mate," he asked, "are you OK?".
I nodded, and grabbed a wet wash cloth to sponge my face and wipe my mouth. I sat in the bathroom for a few minutes, processing the last half hour. I pulled on my shorts and shirt and headed back into the room. Nick was standing on the balcony sipping a beer, with another in his free hand which he handed to me. We drank silently, looking at the view as I processed what had just happened. When Nick had drained his bottle he put it down on the table, picked up his shirt and keys, and walking towards the door he turned to me and grinned. "Come on cocksucker, let's go eat!"
I could only chuckle as I grabbed my wallet, slipped on some shoes and joined him at the lift. Once outside the hotel, he headed straight for House Of Medusa. We'd only been inside the restaurant for a moment or two before our little waiter friend saw us and, nervously beaming, he guided us back to the same room we'd shared at lunch only this time it was almost full of diners.
We sat and once again Nick ordered for two, but before we had a chance to talk about what had happened less than an hour before, Nick noticed two British guys who worked in the same café as Christina had, and whom he'd met before I arrived. Nick waved and the two guys stood and came to our table where Nick introduced them as Nathan and Ryan. When Nick invited them to join us, I knew any discussion about my cock sucking debut was momentarily off the table.
Nathan and Ryan proved to be great company, both very funny guys and full of hilarious tales of their travels through Europe so far. We made our way through a tasty selection of Turkish fare before Nick ordered a local dessert called Sutlac, which our waiter explained was made of milk, sugar and rice.
As we ate it, Nathan was telling a very amusing story about his drunken night at a club in Zurich earlier in the year where he'd managed to pick up the most gorgeous chick in the place and, after getting hot and heavy on the dance floor, invited her back to his hotel room. It was only when they'd slipped beneath the sheets that he realized that she' was actually a he'. The way he told the story was side-splitting and mid-mouthful I guffawed, which caused some of the Sutlac to lodge in my throat and for the second time that day I started the choke. I coughed, and much of the Sutlac found its way out of mouth, leaving my lips and chin covered in a white, sticky mess.
Nathan, Ryan and the waiter were all filled with concern, hitting me on the back and handing me serviettes but Nick was once again pissing himself with laughter. Only he and I got the joke, and when I caught his eye he winked. It would be quite some time before I was able to pinpoint that gesture as the moment I fell in love with Nick.
I managed to clean myself up and if there was an upside to the episode, it was our waiter informing us that dessert was on the house.
Once we'd finished our meal, Nathan and Ryan invited us to hit the bars with them and while I inwardly groaned that I'd have no time to talk privately with Nick, I did enjoy their company and, with just on 24 hours left in Istanbul before my flight back to Melbourne via London, a night on the tiles seemed like a great way to wind up what had been a life-changing holiday.
And so we roamed the streets, hitting one bar after another getting progressively drunker. I don't remember the trip back, but eventually we wound up in Nick's and my hotel room with a six pack of beers which we drank on the terrace. Some time in the early hours, the decision was made that Nathan and Ryan would crash on my bed and Nick and I would sleep in his.
I passed out pretty quickly and didn't stir until the 5:42 am Call To Prayer. I woke with a start and realized that Nick and I were spooning. We were both wearing boxers, but there was no mistaking my half hard cock was nestled in the crack of his ass.
Despite the hangover I knew was waiting to strike me as soon as I woke fully, I felt warm and comfortable with my arm wrapped around Nick's chest.
I was looking forward to my final day in Istanbul, completely oblivious to the fact that before boarding my flight to London late that night, my relationship with Nick would shift to a whole new level.
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