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Morning had broken in Sultanahmet and even though I was still half asleep, I could hear the distant sounds of hustle and hustle in the streets below, and faint snoring from the other bed in the hotel room, where Nathan and Ryan – our drinking buddies from the previous evening - were still sleeping off the Big Night.
My mind was wandering, and I remembered that when the Call To Prayer had sounded at the crack of dawn, my half hard cock was nestled in the crack of Nick. It wasn't a deliberate thing; we'd moved in the night and ended up spooning, but I smiled to myself recalling how comfortable it felt.
I continued to drift in and out of sleep until I was abruptly woken by the sound of passing wind from the other bed; a significant rectal honk
Nick stirred. "Bloody charming," he mumbled, which brought chuckles from elsewhere in the room.
"Fucking lovely," said Ryan, who was sharing a bed with the culprit.
"Sorry," said Nathan. "Fuck my head hurts."
"So does mine, mate," I responded, as I mentally tried to count just how many beers I'd downed during our bar hop the previous night.
"I've gotta piss real bad," said Ryan, as he eased himself out of bed and headed for the bathroom, as Nathan rolled over to face Nick and me, still spooning in bed.
"What have we got here, then?" he laughed. "You boys are looking mighty cosy having your little cuddle. And I thought you were both dedicated muff munchers!"
"We are," Nick replied, "but we like a bit of boy as well!"
I froze, horrified that Nick was so casually outing us.
"Yeah, right," chuckled Nathan.
"Nah mate, it's true," Nick continued. "Lukey sucked me off about an hour before we ran into you in the restaurant."
I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading what might be coming next.
"Yeah, sure he did," Nathan shot back. "And Ryan and I both fucked a camel an hour before dinner."
"A boy camel?" Nick asked.
"Of course not!" replied Nathan. "We're not queer. It was a hot girl camel."
"Well good for you," said Nick. "But it was just obviously just a one-night hump!"
Nathan and Ryan chuckled.
"But Lukey and me, we have a sex-u-al re-lation-ship," Nick grinned, spelling the words out. "We like to play with each other's wee wees".
Nathan and Ryan were both laughing out loud now, and with my face resting against the back of Nick's head I couldn't help but smirk too.
"So all that stuff Christina told us about how three times a day you were giving her pussy a taste of the cream, she was bull-shitting us?" laughed Ryan.
"Yeah, sorry about that mate!" Nick replied. "She was our cover."
"Yeah, right!" said Nathan. "Speaking of wee wees, I gotta siphon the python", and he headed for the bathroom.
While Ryan got coffee happening in the kitchenette, Nick and I disentangled and sat up. With no-one else in the room, Nick winked at me. "Fuckin' funny, isn't it?" he grinned. "You tell `em the truth and they don't believe ya!".
As Nick and I were drawn out of bed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, I couldn't help wondering what Nick really meant by that comment? Even though I knew he was playing bullshit banter with Nathan, if he was saying he was telling the truth, then maybe he's thinking we do have a `sex-u-al re-lation-ship'?
Fuck, do we?
Sure, he'd tongued my ball bag while I was fucking his girlfriend, and yeah, I'd sucked his cock, but it had all happened so unexpectedly and so recently that I hadn't really had time to process what it all meant. Were we both gay? Was it just a one-off? Was it the start of something? Fuck, my head hurts. Mental note to self: stop drinking after six beers ...
Nick and I followed Ryan out on the balcony, eagerly accepting the hot Turkish coffee he'd made. Nathan joined us and the four of us stood in a wide circle, sipping coffee in our boxers and looking decidedly worse for wear. Looking around at four pairs of obviously tented boxers, I laughed.
"What's so funny?" asked Ryan.
"Just thinking, mate," I replied, "this reminds me of sharing rooms at Uni."
"Yeah," agreed Nick. "The daily ritual – morning wind and morning wood!".
We all cracked up, and right on cue, Ryan shared with us another anal salute. More mirth, with Nick laughing so hard he spilt hot coffee down his chest and over his tented boxers.
"Well that's gonna take care of someone's woody!" said Nathan.
We all followed Nick inside the suite when he went to clean up, and then the other morning rituals got underway. For the next half an hour there was a parade of naked men taking turns in the shower.
It was interesting seeing Nathan and Ryan naked. Nathan's body was pale and lacked any real definition, but he had quite a large, fat cock, while Ryan was toned and tanned, and his dick was very average.
Fuck, I'm thinking about cocks!
Gradually, we were all shaved and dressed and we all remustered on the terrace. Nick asked what the plan for the day was and Nathan let us know it was time they look their leave.
"There's these two Polish chicks we met a couple of nights ago at that little bar on Akbiyik Caddesi," he said. "We arranged to hang out with them today."
"We told `em we're German," added Ryan. "With any luck, Germany will get to invade Poland this evening!"
We all fell around laughing and then it was a group hug and a symphony of back slapping.
"What are you guy's gonna do on Luke's last day?" Ryan asked as they picked up their backpacks.
Before I could answer, Nick jumped in with "I'm gonna fuck Lukey till he can't stand up, and then I'm gonna carry him to the airport!"
"Yeah, right," Nathan laughed. "And when Ryan and I have finished with the Polish chicks we're gonna polish each other's knobs!"
We all shook hands and Ryan and Nathan made their way out to the stairs. One last wave, and Nick and I walked back into the suite.
Unsettled by Nick's last remark to the guys, and unsure how to react to it, I just asked, "So, what's on today, mate?"
"The very first thing we're going to do Lukey boy, is find us some breakfast, the greasier the better," Nick replied. "I've still got one hell of a throbber!"
I instinctively looked at his crotch and he laughed. "That's not throbbing right now. But me fuckin' head is!"
We both chuckled and made our way out into the street and sat down in the dodgiest café we could find. Bacon, scrambled eggs, doner kebap, and a plate of kumpir, the Turkish baked potato. We ploughed in and it was just what we needed; we were famished!
As we pushed our plates aside, I asked "what's next on the agenda, Nick?"
"Mate, it's your last day, not mine," he smiled. "We'll do whatever the fuck you wanna do!"
"Mate, I appreciate the gesture," I replied. "There were a couple of things I thought I might like to do but to be honest, I'm still knackered from last night and I don't want to be flying with a hangover, so I'd kinda just like to pack and then maybe hit the sack for a while."
Nick sighed and smiled. "Lukey, I was hoping you'd wanna crash! I'm rooted, too!"
We paid the bill and wandered back to the hotel, stopping once on the way at a touristy gift shop where I picked up a couple of souvenirs for the folks back home.
Inside the suite, Nick opened a couple of beers and we drank as I packed my bags. We sat on the end of the bed and finished the ales, and Nick's stifled yawn made me realize it was time for a snooze.
We both undressed to our boxers and I got under the covers, while Nick closed the terrace shutters to bloc k out some of the late morning sun. I felt him getting into bed but I powerless to fight the wave of fatigue that hit me as I lay down, and I drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure how long I snoozed, but when I opened my eyes, Nick was on his side, propped up on an elbow and looking at me.
"I fell asleep," I yawned.
"No kidding," Nick responded.
"You were watching me."
"Yeah, you're fun to watch. And I was wondering whether you've had a good time?"
"Of course I have mate," I said. "It's been great."
"I still sense there's something you're avoiding."
"Like what?"
"Oh I dunno," Nick responded. "Something to do with the blowjob maybe?"
"Well, it's still kinda weird," I admitted. "Wasn't expecting when I left Australia that I'd be sucking my mate's dick in Turkey."
"Bet you didn't expect you'd be fucking your mate's girlfriend in front of him, either. That's the point, Lukey. Like I said before, it's only sex. It doesn't have to have a label attached to it. If it feels good and no small animals get harmed, then just go with it."
"Yeah, I guess ..."
"What happened here wasn't much different to what happened back at Uni. We saw each other with boners heaps of times. Hell, we even jacked off occasionally."
I smiled. "Occasionally? Are you kidding? You were always making stomach pancakes!"
Nick smiled back. "I seem to recall that you also helped put Mr. Kleenex's kids through college".
We both laughed and Nick continued, "So we used to wank together. And we fucked chicks together. We've given each other massages and we've touched every part of each other's bodies. We're mates."
"Not every part of each other's bodies, mate! I still have a shred of dignity."
Nick grinned. "It's all about trust, Lukey. We're mates. We trust each other. Mates trust each other with everything. It's from the heart, and it's also from the balls. I trust you with my balls, mate!"
I laughed. "Great. And I guess I now have to say I trust you with mine?"
"Thought you'd never say it!" Nick replied, and slipped his hand down the front of my boxers and kept going until he'd wrapped his hand around my limp ball sac. "See Lukey, no big deal."
"Actually," I said. "You're starting to cause a big deal a little higher up ..."
Nick smiled again. "The whole point of this exercise Luke is that we're supposed to be trusting each other with our balls."
I took the hint and slid my hand inside Nick's shorts, taking his sagging scrotum in my palm, and closing it around his two healthy sized nuts.
"So," I said. "We've both established this position of trust. What now?"
"Now we acknowledge that this is no big deal," Nick replied. "That we're mates who know each other very well."
With that Nick let go of my balls and moved his hand over my thigh and, still inside my boxers, ran his palm over my ass. He moved his hand up, down and across my ass cheek for a while, before his fingers slid into the crack and lightly grazed my hole.
"That was the part you've never touched before," I said.
"So, we're total mates now then," Nick smiled, as his fingers lightly moved up and down the insides of my ass cheeks, gliding over my manhole.
I took a deep breath and verbalized the one thing that was still unclear in my mind: "Why did you tell Nathan and Ryan you were gonna fuck me till I can't stand up?"
"Because, Lukey," Nick replied, "I was playing the bullshit card. Just trying to get a laugh from the guys, and it did. And there was no harm done, they thought I was joking anyway."
"Weren't you?"
"Well, I meant it as a joke for them," he replied. "But honestly? It's something I've certainly thought about."
"You seriously wanna fuck me?" I asked.
"Mate, you want me to be honest, I'll be honest. I never thought about getting off with another guy, until I started getting random blowjobs in the Uni toilets. That's when I realized that guys could be great sex partners too.
"We were sharing a room and those times when we jacked off together, I used to be checking out your cock while you were tugging it, and wondering what it would feel like if I was stroking it for you. Or even sucking it."
I couldn't hide my surprise. "You never said anything".
"Of course I didn't, mate," he smiled. "You'd probably have smacked me in head."
"You were fucking girls all that time, though," I said.
"Yeah, and having a fuckin' great time doing it, too, mate," he replied. "But I was still getting sucked through the hole in the men's toilets and discovering another side of myself. And because you're my best mate, I started to wonder what it would be like to have you sucking my dick, or for me to fuck your ass."
"You wanted to fuck me even way back then?" I asked, surprised as hell.
"Well you'd be walking around naked so often and I was forever seeing your ass."
"And checking it out I suppose?"
"You bet I was checking it out," he said. "It's a fuckin' hot ass, mate! And I was dreaming about doing exactly what I'm doing now!"
With that, Nick's fingers again rubbed lightly over my asshole. "I reckon your ass and my cock are a perfect match, mate. Just a hunch I have."
"Well firstly, mate," I replied. "I don't think it's for me because I don't like pain, and I reckon it'd hurt like hell."
"Only at first," assured Nick.
"And secondly ..."
That's all I got out before Nick leaned in and kissed me. On the lips. Fuck. Nick was kissing me.
I froze momentarily but Nick didn't back away, and within a couple of moments I instinctively sank into the kiss, opening my mouth and letting him in.
As the kiss continued, Nick slid his hand out of my boxers, and pulled them as far down my legs as he could manage. His hand returned to my ass and his long fingers slipped back between my cheeks and danced over my asshole.
"I'm not sure about this Nick," I said and Nick responded by once again covering my mouth with his, in a kiss more passionate than the first. His hand pulled down his own boxers and I felt his steel hard cock throbbing against my thigh.
He sat up quickly and pulled his boxers off completely, before turning and doing the same with mine, dropping both pairs on the floor. He nudged me on to my back, slipped his hand down to circle my own pulsating dick, and kissed me a third time. As he did so, his hands moved lower and gently squeezed my balls, and then lower again until his fingers slipped back into my ass crack. I automatically spread my knees and gave him access.
As our tongues slipped between each other's lips, Nick slowly used his middle finger to shallowly penetrate my ass. I flinched and my anal muscles automatically tried to expel the intruder.
Nick withdrew his finger. "Just relax," he said. "Roll over".
He pushed me over on to my stomach and at the same time, slipped a pillow under me, which meant I was lying flat with my ass elevated.
Nick shifted around and propped between my spread legs, assuming the massage position. But instead of his hands on my back, I felt his lips on my right ass cheek. Fuck, was he about to do what I thought he was going to do? As Nick continued kissing my butt cheeks, my painfully erect cock was flexing into the pillow.
I felt Nick's hands on my hips and then they slipped lower, grabbing and separating both cheeks and then I felt his tongue lightly flicking my puckered hole. He continued to lick my asshole, inserting the point of his tongue each few strokes. At the same time, he moved one hand between my legs and his hand started massaging my balls, which were hanging free over the edge of the pillow.
I could barely believe this was happening and yet, as I felt the light stubble on Nick's shin graze the top of my ass crack, I instinctively pushed my ass back giving Nick a clear message it was okay to proceed. I could feel my ass hole getting wetter as Nick worked me with his tongue.
His wet assault continued as I pushed back further, moaning like a whore in heat into the mattress. Nick slipped his middle finger back inside me and while it was an easier experience, my sphincter still clamped down on it. Nick kept his finger where it was and went back to licking all around it, down to my perineum.
The erotic sensation of being licked in so private a place was tantalising and I was soon adjusted to the feel of Nick's finger inside my ass. He pulled it back and little and then pushed it back again, starting a pumping action, a bit like it must feel to be fucked by a very thin cock.
Gently, Nick inserted a second finger and sensing resistance, he distracted me by kissing my ass cheeks again. Soon, he was fucking me with two fingers. Nick sensed before I did that I was in danger of shooting my load with my cock sliding up and down the top of the pillow. He slowed down and let me get my breath, and then returned to slow thrusts of his fingers.
All of a sudden Nick's fingers moved a different way inside me and my body spasmed liked I'd been hit by lighting. I heard Nick chuckle. "I do believe we've found the pleasure zone," he said, as his finger tips ran over my prostate. I just groaned, experiencing a new and incredible sensation.
With his fingers still buried in me, Nick rolled me over again so I was on my back, my legs raised either side of his crouching body. He lifted me into his arms and without thinking about it, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Nick leaned forward and kissed me, so incredibly passionately I momentarily stopped breathing. It was a kiss unlike any I'd had from chicks and it went on for a long time.
With Nick still leaning into me, I felt the tip of his cock brush my upturned ass cheek. It felt warm as it moved by itself over my asshole and along my ass crack. I gently squeezed my ass cheeks together and for a moment, encased it, causing Nick to moan.
When I looked at Nick, his eyes seemed distant, as though lust had overtaken him. Still on his haunches, he produced a foil package and a tube from nowhere, ripped open the package and rolled a condom down over his drooling cock before coating it with the lubricant from the tube.
When he lifted his gaze, his eyes met mine and he asked a silent question by raising his eyebrow. This was it. This was really happening. Nick was going to fuck me in the ass. I had no idea whether I was ready to deal with it, but without breaking our gaze, I nodded.
He rubbed the rest of lube around and in my asshole, almost as though he was massaging me. He finger-fucked me again until he felt me relax, then shifted so he was lying raised on top of me, and one hand guided his cock towards my opening.
Nick had said it's all about trust, so all I could do at this point was trust him. Nick shifted so that the swollen head of his cock was pressed lightly against my virgin hole and when we again locked eyes, I raised my ass and allowed him the slightest of penetration. Nick looked down at me a smirked and, as he kissed me tenderly on the lips he moved his hips forward and slipped the head of his cock inside me. It felt strange but OK for a moment, but the next slight thrust caused pain.
"You alright," Nick asked?
"Well, apart from the fact I felt like someone's trying to land an Airbus a380 in my ass, I'm doing just fine," I grunted. Nick started to withdraw but I clamped my hands on his ass cheeks and held him where he was. "Just take it slow," was all I could say.
Nick stayed still inside for a few moments before a twitch from his cock signalled that he was back on track. I groaned as Nick sank deeper into me, and when I instinctively bore down he was able to slide forward even further. I held my breath, convinced that he was simply too big and it was going to be impossible, but Nick moved his face forward, bit my bottom lip and sank fully inside me, his balls slapping against the top of my ass cheeks.
I still felt pain but my body had acclimatised to the intrusion and Nick moved so that his forearms trapped my knees close to my chest. I was in a completely submissive position, obscenely opened up to him, and I knew I was about to be royally fucked for the first time.
I wondered momentarily how it would feel for Nick, whether it was anything like fucking a pussy. And then I wondered what it would feel like for me, having my previously untouched passage pummelling by Nick's considerable length and girth.
I started thinking random thoughts. Would I bleed? Will this mean Nick and I are gay? Will I ever want to have sex with chicks again? Despite the controlled panic in my mind, I looked down and saw my own cock throbbing menacingly.
Nick had me impaled fully on his prick, but he continued to hold still, just flexing it every now and again. It wasn't painful but it wasn't completely comfortable either. I had a feeling of fullness and I was waiting for whatever came next.
I looked at him and said "I'm OK" but still he didn't move.
"I reckon I could shoot a load right now," he said. "Just waiting for that feeling to pass. I wanna enjoy this beautiful ass a bit longer before we really get going."
Slowly, Nick withdrew his cock and just as slowly, eased it back in to the hilt, a move he repeated several times and I gently moved my hips so that my ass rose to meet his tender thrusting. Each time he bottomed out, I felt the heat from his balls as they banged against my skin.
Little by little, Nick picked up the pace as he withdrew most of his length, then ploughed back into me, gradually increasing the length of his strokes, and as the head of his cock rub glided over my prostate, discomfort started giving way to pleasure. Again, I moaned.
Nick looked at me and as he sank all the way into my ass, he whispered, "OK, Lukey?".
"Yep," was all I could manage, as Nick withdrew almost completely and then quite forcefully thrust back into me, making my body jerk. My arousal was overwhelming and I slipped my hand around my dick and started to stroke myself in time with Nick's thrusts.
I could tell from the pants and whimpers coming from Nick, the same indicators that triggered his orgasm when he was fucking Christina, that it wouldn't be too long before he crashed the yoghurt truck. And I knew I was on a similar collision course.
I'm sure Nick didn't realise just how hard he'd started fucking me; he was too lost in the moment. His cock felt like an iron bar as it pistoned in and out of my ass, as though Nick was trying to get as deep into me as he could. The pressure on my prostate was sending waves of pleasure through my body to collect in my balls and my clenching and unclenching sphincter muscles finally triggered an imminent release in Nick.
His whimpers turned into one long, low guttural groan and I was aware that his cock was swelling inside me. We were so in tune that I could feel Nick's ejaculation begin, from the base of his cock then pumping its way along his length, and then I felt the shudder that told me he was emptying his balls into the condom.
Nick's orgasm was primal and it seemed to last the longest time. His euphoria was contagious and as his climax subsided, mine starting approaching rapidly. I felt Nick watching me as the process took over and a geyser of cum left my balls and shot like a rocket through the middle of my cock and exited in strong white jets which squirted my neck and chest. Every orgasm I've ever had was a good one, but this was a whole other experience. I felt like I was expelling my soul through the eye of my dick and the afterglow of those powerful contractions left me feeling relaxed, relieved and intensely satisfied.
Nick lowered his body onto mine before shifting his arms, which allowed me to lower my legs to the bed. I did, with Nick's half-hard cock still inside me. He rested his head in the crook of my neck and I lightly stroked his back and ass cheeks.
Both still breathing quite heavily, we stayed that way for a few minutes, until Nick's cock had softened and slipped out of my ass. Nick sat back on his haunches, removed his bulging condom and dropped it on the side table. He leaned down and kissed me one more time before lifting himself off me and flopping on his back.
"Mate," he gasped. "That was so fucking intense. I always thought it would be great, but it was spectacular."
"You make it sound like a fireworks display, mate" I smiled.
"That's exactly what it felt like Lukey," Nick said, kissing me again. "I'm not just saying this mate, I don't think I've ever enjoyed a fuck so much. I wished it could go on forever."
I smiled and ran a hand over his chest, over his stomach and down to his pubes. "I don't know what I was expecting, but I sure wasn't expecting that!"
Nick rolled on his side and enveloped me in his arms. I rested my head on his chest as thoughts about what had just taken place zoomed around in my head. We lay in silence for a little while and I'm pretty sure we closed our eyes at the same time as the endorphins kicked in, met up with our hangovers, and shut us down.
I woke with a start when a Call To Prayer sounded and as I came to, I realized two things; my ass was sore and I was still quite hung over. I rolled on to my side and glanced at the clock before sitting bolt upright.
"Shit!" I gasped, "it's nearly half past 8."
Nick was also roused from his sleep by the siren, and fully awake he realized we'd slept much longer than we intended. My flight to London was leaving at 10.20pm.
We both jumped out of bed and Nick headed straight for the shower while I heated up a coffee in the vague hope it would clear my head a little.
As I sipped my coffee and checked my bags and travel documents, I realized my mood had changed and without really knowing why, I started feeling irritated with Nick. I don't really know why, but it all came bubbling to the surface.
I was irritated that Nick had joked to Nathan and Ryan that we were in a sexual relationship, and later that he was going to fuck me. And bothered that he'd been having sexual thoughts about me as far back as Uni and never leveled with me about it.
Fuck, he's the one forever banging on about how we're mates and how it's all a matter of trust, and yet he obviously didn't trust me enough to share his feelings with me. He just had me believing we were two very close, very straight mates.
And to top it all off, he got what he'd apparently wanted all along – my ass.
I was quietly fuming when I heard the shower shut off. When Nick walked out of the bathroom naked, toweling his hair, I walked past him and got in the shower without saying a word. I washed and dried myself and threw on clean boxers before walking back into the room. We still hadn't spoken, but Nick could obviously sense something wasn't quite right.
"You OK Lukey?" he asked quizzically.
"Yeah, fine thanks," I snapped in response, more tersely perhaps than I'd meant to. Nick shrugged, assuming - I guess - that I was a bit stressed about getting to the airport.
To lighten the mood, he looked at me and rubbed his hands together. "Well mate," he grinned. "You'll be gone in a couple of hours and then I can move on to my next conquest!"
And that's when I lost it. Nick was obviously expecting a laugh, but what he got bordered on venom.
"Really?" I spat. "Boy or girl? You obviously feel it's perfectly normal to pick and choose ..."
"Hey mate," Nick interrupted. "Settle down. It was only a joke ..."
"That's the problem with you, Nick," I hit back. "Everything's a fucking joke. Let's not worry about anyone else's feelings, let's just turn everything into a joke."
"Lukey, mate," he continued. "What the fuck? What's the big deal? I'm just trying to get your mind off the flight."
I didn't let up. "Speaking of the flight, we need to get going. The sooner I'm on that plane, the sooner you can hit the bars and pick up someone new to fuck."
"Seriously mate," Nick said. "Let's not do this. We're mates. I didn't mean to say anything to piss you off. I never thought you and I would be dealing with this sorta shit."
"Well it seems like you were wrong Nick," was all I could think of to say, as I grabbed my bags and headed for the door, with Nick trotting along behind me. Rather than wait for the lift and risk any further conversation, I hit the staircase and dragged my bags down to ground level.
In the street, I opened the door of the first cab I saw and asked the driver to open his boot. I picked up a suitcase and heaved it in and Nick went to pick up my second bag. I grabbed it.
"I'm good, thanks," was all I said.
I got into the back seat, and Nick, clearly confused by my uncustomary churlish behavior, slid in next to me. Nick made several attempts at conversation but all he got were defensive, one word answers. He eventually gave up, and we sat in silence for the last 15 minutes of the trip.
At the airport, Nick stood back while I queued for check-in. In that queue, I grappled with my own feelings. On one hand, I was behaving like a pathetic jilted girlfriend, but on the other hand I couldn't get past my anger. I felt ... well, I don't know really how I felt. I just wanted to get on that plane and for the time being, be as far away from Nick as possible.
I'd made the flight, but only just. In fact, I almost smiled to myself when I realized I'd made it "in the Nick of time".
Nick walked with me to the gate lounge, where my flight was boarding. He stood in front of me with his arms outstretched. "Mate," he said. "I had a great time and I'm gonna miss you."
I knew he was being sincere, but I couldn't help myself. "You'll be fine, Nick," I said coldly. "There'll be someone else tomorrow."
Instead of the hug he was hoping for, I stuck out my hand and we shook.
Picking up my bags, "See ya Nick," was all I said before I walked towards the gate. I couldn't look directly at Nick, but in my peripheral vision I saw my mate looking sad and baffled.
All I could think was "right back at ya. That's how I've been feeling."
As the plane taxied away from Ataturk Airport, I was still feeling irate, and confused with those feelings at the same time. For the next hour or so, I played the events of the past few days over in my mind, trying to justify my annoyance with Nick.
Nick and I had been best mates since our carefree University days when we roomed together, a couple of horny, good-looking graduates who loved sport and chasing – and nailing - chicks, not necessarily in that order. Sharing a room, we'd spent a lot of time around each other naked and semi-naked. We'd got drunk together, watched footy together, showered together, jerked off together and fucked chicks together.
And all through that time, Nick was getting sucked off by a guy he never saw in a toilet block of all places, and worse, he was secretly checking my body and thinking of me in a sexual way.
When Uni had finished, Nick headed off overseas on an open-ended voyage of discovery and we'd kept in touch via email and Skype. In most of his missives, Nick was urging me to meet up with him along the way so we could, as he put it, "get into some nasty trouble". Only now did I realize the "nasty trouble" he had in mind.
Had Nick orchestrated all of this? Probably. When I first arrived in Istanbul he introduced me to his new fuck buddy Christina, who was sharing his bed in the hotel. That hadn't bothered me – typical Nick was all I thought, and half his luck, getting his dick wet every night.
On her last night before heading home to Sweden, we'd got totally wasted on Turkish hash and Nick and I both ended up fucking Christina – and that was a first. We'd fucked girls at the same time in the same room together, but never shared one girl.
The sex was awesome but everything turned a bit weird when Nick started licking my ball bag while I was pounding his chick doggy style, and then gave my cock a quick suck after I'd emptied my nuts. I put it down to the hash, but maybe Nick knew exactly what he was doing?
What was particularly annoying was Nick's cavalier attitude to it all. In the cold light of day I needed to discuss what had happened, and all Nick did was laugh it off. Big joke. Ha ha.
Perhaps he'd maneuvered the situation I found myself in when he hurt his back and asked for a massage? His little spiel about trust' and it's only sex' led me to tentatively explore the other side by giving him a blow job – a first for me – and all he could do was piss himself laughing when I gagged on the mouthfuls of ball batter he blasted into my throat.
Then to make matters worse, he kept the joke going, telling our backpacker mates we were in a "sex-u-al re-lation-ship' and then telling them he intended to fuck me in the ass.
And bugger me, that's exactly he did! He'd paved the way with his smooth-talking shtick about "mateship" and "trust" and how it was "no big deal" and then he'd moved in for the kill and stuck his fat, hard cock in my virgin ass and fucked me senseless only a few hours previously.
I don't know what I was expecting when we woke up, but it certainly wasn't some flippant remark about getting me to the airport so he could crawl back to Sultanahmet and find someone new to screw.
Well fuck Nick. He'd had his fun. He got what he wanted. And the "mateship" we'd always treasured was probably a thing of the past.
I tried to put it out of my mind, and I tried to will myself to snooze, but every time I closed my eyes all I could see were images of me with Nick's bone-hard cock in my mouth, and me on my back with my knees drawn up to my chest, Nick's cock buried to his balls in my ass.
I don't know how long I'd replayed those images in my mind, but I woke with a start when the flight steward touched my shoulder and told me we were beginning our descent into Heathrow and my seat needed to be upright.
"Looks like everything's upright, sir," the steward grinned, and gave a slight nod in the direction of my lap. I looked down and sure enough, there was an uprising in my undies.
"Must've been a great dream," he added, before moving along through the cabin.
It certainly was a great dream – and one that made me suddenly realize what a stupid dumb fuck I was being. Nick's right, we're mates. So Nick took our friendship a bit further? Big fucking deal. I'm a grown man, I could've said no at any time, but I didn't. I let it happen. In fact, I wanted it to happen. I just didn't want to admit that to myself, or take any responsibility for it, so I needed someone to blame.
I'd behaved like a big fucking girl, and if our friendship suffers because of it, it'll be my own stupid fucking fault.
By the time the plane had touched down, I was itching to get to the terminal so I could ring Nick and tell him I'm sorry for the way I over-reacted and that we're still the best of mates. And to thank him for opening me up to a side of me that might have forever been suppressed.
Wouldn't you know? His phone was obviously switched off; he'd disabled his message bank because of the global roaming charges, so I couldn't leave a message. I sent him a text and asked him to ring me. In the taxi between Heathrow and my hotel, I sent him three more texts asking him to ring me. No response.
Who could blame him? Truth is, he was probably glad to be rid of me, thinking that if he had to be stuck with a whiny, sulky little princess, he'd rather have one with tits and a pussy.
I checked into the hotel as quickly as I could, and showed the guy on reception scant appreciation for the fact that I had been upgraded to a suite. As soon as I closed the door, I called The Empress Hotel in Sultanahmet, asking to be put through to Nick. I was shocked when they told me he'd checked out.
My heart sank. Nick probably left Ataturk Airport after my childish display, went back to the hotel to pack, checked out and returned to the airport to continue his trip, leaving Istanbul and the memory of his high-maintenance `best mate' far behind.
So clearly, I'd blown it. I'd driven a wedge between me and Nick by turning all dramatic and moody on him, slamming the door on the best friendship I'd ever had.
I felt an aching sadness, bordering on grief, as I stripped off my clothes. After the travelling, I knew I needed a hot shower, but I couldn't muster the energy. The three hour time difference between Istanbul and London meant it was still late night in the U.K. and while I was hungry, I was too filled with regret to contemplate eating.
I slid into bed and let a fitful sleep overtake me. Naturally, my dreams were peppered with situations I'd been in with Nick over the many years we'd been friends. I dreamt of our fun, carefree days at Uni, playing sport, studying, getting drunk and screwing chicks.
The only times I woke through the night were when my dreams moved ahead to the events of the past few days, and remorse brought me back to the `here and now'. The fact that my cock was painfully hard each time I woke was a testament, I now realized, to my true feelings for Nick; through my petulance, I'd forfeited my chance to let him know.
As I drifted back into restless sleep, I had no way of knowing that the cold light of day would bring with it yet another unexpected turn in my already re-arranged life ...
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