My Turkish Holiday Exploits Pt. 01

My holiday to Antalya in Turkey had been booked for nearly nine months now. However, as the weeks before departure closed in, the relationship with my wife disintegrated.
Faults on both sides, as it became obvious that we both shared one thing, a love for other cocks.
Penny had a thing for other guys and I could handle that but when she found out I liked cock too, that was the end. Our marriage of nine years was on the rocks and to be honest, this would now give me an opportunity to maybe come out at the age of 40.
So it was that I stood at the reception of the hotel, alone, at 2am. The flight had been delayed for three hours and the subsequent airport transfer was late too.
There was only one young lad doing the night-shift and he was a fair skinned, skinny lad with curly black hair and sparkling blue eyes. His name tag announced him as Emre. He spoke perfect English and I explained that my wife would not be joining me. He responded by saying that he would still let me have a double bed, in case I was lucky.
I could have sworn he said it in a flirty way and I was rather slutty by suggesting I was open to offers, from anyone.
To his credit, he retained the veneer of professionalism and advised that if there were any problems I was to contact him. I assured him I would and I was certain I would have his cock before my holiday was over.
I slept fitfully, the air-conditioning was proving hard to master. At one point I was on my balcony, overlooking the pool, when I saw two people in a clinch. One I knew to be male, due to the shaved head and it took a little while to ascertain that it was another guy he was with. It did make me horny as I watched the two in a passionate embrace. The one with the shaved head spotted me and with a laugh said
"Your turn tomorrow my friend." in a German accent.
I was a little embarrassed and just waved back, before hurrying back into my room. I must admit, I fell asleep dreaming of what that German could do to me.
I needn't have worried that it was an empty gesture. As I sat in the hotel's restaurant the next day, at breakfast, The German came out of nowhere.
He was not tall, maybe only 5' 7" but was athletically built.
He sat down opposite me, uninvited and introduced himself.
"Good morning, I am Karl, we kind of met last night." His English was impeccable.
"That we did." I smiled. " My name is Sam, I remember you making an offer. Does it still stand?" I said teasingly.
"Oh it most certainly does." Karl beamed.
"Are you here on your own, Karl?" I quizzed.
"Yes my friend, going from cock to cock." He smiled cheekily at me and despite myself, I blushed.
He had brown eyes and a square jaw. Quite full lips, that I was sure he used to their best abilities.
"So what about it, my friend? You look like you need a cock right now, never mind tonight."
I couldn't argue on that score. My 7" cock was hard and pressing against my shorts. I certainly couldn't go to the pool like that.
We took the lift to the third floor, managing not to grope each other....yet.
I stood behind him as he opened the door and ran a finger down his back to his ass cheeks.
Karl moaned lightly "You and me will have fun, I know it."
As soon as we were inside, he started to undress. His top and shorts were off in seconds, leaving him only in his speedos, which were bulging, his cock straining to escape its confines.
"What are you waiting for, sexy boy.? Do you need a hand?"
I nodded. I wanted Karl's hands on my body.
Karl put his arms around me and kissed me. Those lips were as good as I thought. He slowly lifted off my t-shirt and kissed and nibbled at my nipples, which were already hard.
My hands explored his shaven head, shoulders and back, as he traced his tongue down my chest to my stomach, licking furiously at my button.
"It will be good practice for your ass." Karl promised.
I had only shorts on now no briefs or swimming gear beneath. My cock was leaking pre-cum on my shorts and Karl licked at it before gently unbuttoning the shorts and pulling them down.
My cock sprang out, it's eye almost searching for it's next target. It was quickly found, as Karl wrapped his lips around my straining, leaking member.
Karl pushed me onto the bed, on my back and quickly his head was back on my cock and balls. Now he fulfilled his earlier promise and as I widened and lifted my legs, he set about my ass with his tongue. It danced around my hole, teasing me, before burying itself deep in my ass. I gasped with pleasure and I was yearning for his cock to fuck me now.
"Please Karl, fuck me. I need your cock."
Karl stood up and peeled off his speedos. He had a thick, cut cock of maybe 6 and a half inches but with a swollen purple head.
"Here you are, my lover, do you like it?
"Like it? I love it, Karl."
He stepped to the side of the bed and I moved my head and kissed its bright, pulsing tip.
"Oh I need fucked now!" I demanded.
Karl obliged Malatya Escort my getting on the bed and putting my legs over his shoulders.
He rubbed at my opening, all wet with his saliva and pushed in. I was in ecstasy as he went further in, stretching my eager hole.
He built up a head of steam and started to pound me. He had sweat on his brow and I looked into his eyes. The look that was returned was dispassionate, he was merely using me as another notch on his bedpost but I didn't mind, I wasn't chasing love, just cock.
He had incredible stamina but after a long while, he finally filled my ass with his hot spunk.
I came almost immediately after, spraying Karl's chest with at least three spurts.
Karl wasn't one for cum kisses and when he had finished filling me up, he wthdrew and went to his bathroom and I could hear the shower going on.
I decided to get up, dress and leave before he returned.
I was thinking it had been a good start, a good fuck on my first full day!
As I passed reception, I saw Emre there and he gave me a cute little smile. God, I fancied him and reckoned the feeling was mutual. Our time would come.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing at the pool, until I was approached by a lady called Gonca from the spa.
Gonca's job was to sell an initial massage to new guests and then try to get them to take a programme of treatments.
"Hi Sir, I am Gonca. Are you on your own, or with family?" She asked, pleasantly.
She was around my age but was not my type of woman, too thin. It was the guys I preferred like that.
"Please call me Sam. And no Gonca, I should have been with my wife but we have split up."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, Sam." It was hard to gauge the sincerity in her voice.
"Don't worry, I'm having fun already."
She was not sure how to take my answer but carried on with her task.
"Would you be interested in a full body massage, Sam?"
"Oh Gonca, we've only just met." I said, laughing.
Again, she wasn't sure how to take my reply and carried on selling her 'product'.
I decided that I would treat myself and arranged for 2pm in two days time.
"Would you prefer a man or a woman?"
"Oh, I don't mind one bit. Surprise me."
I really wanted a hunky young man, who would give me a happy ending but I held back from telling her.
Later, in the buffet restaurant, a lovely young lad caught my eye. Most staff were dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, even the women but one guy was wearing white shorts instead. He was gorgeous. Groomed black hair, brown eyes and muscly legs I wanted wrapped around me.
His job was to push a trolley, putting finished plates on it and scraping off the waste food. As he neared my table I could see his name was Ismail.
I always clear my plate and I think he liked that fact. That and me saying thank you, as he took it away.
His voice was like honey, as he said "You're very welcome." and smiled at me.
My heart was doing cartwheels and I so
wanted him. As he moved away, I could see his ass was plump and soft and I had to check myself not to touch him.
After breakfast, I went back to my room and lay down for a wank over the Adonis.
I stroked, all the while dreaming of Ismail, wondering what he would taste like.
It wasn't long before I came all over my hand. I licked my fingers clean, wishing it was Ismail's cum. I drifted off to sleep in the heat, afterwards.
When I awoke, it was time for lunch and I so hoped Ismail would still be on duty.
I was in luck and I made sure I sat where I knew he would clean up. Again, I made sure my plates were clean and always said thank you to him. He returned the compliment and smiled at me, a smile that melted me.
Dinner was the same. I finally plucked up courage to speak to him.
"That's a heck of a shift you've put in today. Ismail."
I let his name hang in the air.
"It is normal for us, Sir. we do sixteen hour days for six months, then when tourist season finishes, there is no work."
"You must be shattered, I know I would be."
"You get used to it."
I didn't realise that I had laid my right hand over his. He didn't jerk it away, which was a hopeful sign.
"We will speak later, I think." Ismail said gently..
I waited for his shift to finally end and was ready to pounce, when he came out with a couple of women.
"Hello my friend, I am getting a lift home. We can speak tomorrow?"
I was very disappointed but at least he wasn't blanking me.
"Maybe I can find a place to stay over?"
I probably broke a world speed record as I blurted out "My place."
"Your room? What will your wife say?" He gave a coy little smile.
"If she was here, she'd want you for herself."
"Come on Ismail, or we'll go without you." shouted one of the girls.
For a second, he wavered but he composed himself, leaned towards me and kissed my cheek, whispering "until tomorrow, my friend." With that Malatya Escort Bayan he was away.
He had me so hard, I just couldn't settle. I needed cock, any cock. I looked around, hoping to see Karl. Looking at every man, wondering if he was a cock lover too.
The bar area was full for the final hour and I spent a frustrating time looking for an opportunity and sat around as the bar gradually emptied. I was maybe the last that strolled near reception and I could see that it was the young Emre again, who was on duty.
I marched up to Emre, looking very serious.
"You said I was to contact you with any problems, is that correct" I said quite harshly.
"That is true, sir, I will do whatever I can to help you. What is the problem?"
My tone changed to a soft seductive one.
"Emre, I need your cock." I stated.
"But sir, I am on duty, I cannot neglect my post. I would be sacked."
"First of all, call me Sam and secondly, how about I join you behind the desk, under it?
Emre reddened but nodded his agreement.
Emre stood at the counter, with me underneath and out of sight.
I slowly unzipped him, feeling him harden as I did. He was wearing small tight briefs and the head of his cock was already poking out. His cock was like him, long and skinny.
My tongue explored his foreskin and he grew some more. I took the whole head in my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it. Emre groaned in pleasure as my mouth started to engulf his shaft.
My efforts were so frenzied, that it was inevitable that Emre would not last long.
He exploded into my mouth, with a combination of thick and spicy-tasting cum. The young lad kept cumming and I wasn't complaining, drinking up every drop. I eventually zipped him up, patted his softening cock and arose.
Emre looked so nervous but grateful.
"Are you worried cameras will have caught us?" I said as I looked to either side.
"No, they are as much use as the four timezone clocks behind me, they don't work either."
I slept well that night, despite the heat still being 27?, knowing that the next night, Ismail would be beside me.
I was feeling good about myself and was not missing my wife at all.
I was up early for breakfast the next morning, as I wanted to see Ismail in his tight shorts. I collected some scrambled eggs, toast, and a cup of black coffee and sat in the area that he normally patrolled. I waited for over thirty minutes but Ismail didn't show up. His normal duties being carried out by a rather rough-looking lady, who I decided not to question, regarding Ismail's no-show.
I stopped at the reception desk on my way back and waited for a lull in the normal activity of people checking in and out. Emre was still on duty.
"Been a long shift for you, Emre." I said.
"I have had a very good night Sam, thank you." Emre winked confidently at me.
"I was just wondering if you could tell me If a staff member is okay? One of the restaurant guys." I asked in a low voice.
"Sir, that is information I cannot give you." Emre put on his official tone.
"Oh come on Emre, I'll make it worth your while." I returned his wink.
Emre was unsure but eventually agreed to check up and took Ismail's name. His shift was due to end at 10am and he said he would come to my room after that.
I think we both knew that his visit would end in sex, which I was more than happy with.
I sat on my room balcony, whilst I waited for Emre. I was wearing only multicoloured bermuda shorts and a thin, white cotton top. My mind returned to the night before, when I had sucked off Emre but I wanted to see him naked now.
At 1015am there was a knock on the door and I nearly tripped up in my haste to open it.
Emre stood there, still in his work uniform and I ushered him in.
"So, what's the news, Emre?" I asked with some urgency.
"You won't like it, Sam but he has transferred to our partner hotel in Gundogdu."
"But why? He gave no indication yesterday." I was bitterly disappointed.
"I'm afraid Ismail has a record of this. He gets men interested in him but just teases them. Whatever he promised you, it was a lie." Emre sounded angry and continued "It's not fair, he uses his looks but just teases guys, where gay guys like me don't get a look-in."
"Emre, I gave you a look-in." I put my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.
Emre's tongue returned my probings as I slipped his jacket off and started to unbutton his white shirt.
"I told you I'd make it worth your while, Emre, so do whatever you want with me."
I stroked his smooth white chest until Emre decided.
"I want to fuck you, cum inside you!" Emre said excitedly.
"Oh please, I would love your cock in me." I kissed him again.
Emre pulled my top off as I dropped my shorts. He unzipped himslf and dropped his slacks and stepped out of them. I now had my first proper look at the cock I had already sucked. It was a good 7 inches, arching up, with a Escort Malatya proportionate head.
"Bend over the bed." Emre commanded.
Barely had I done so, than he was going for my hole. The feeling of him penetrating me, made me moan out loud and that just encouraged him. He started to bang my ass, in a regular rhythym, his balls slapping me too. I tightened around his cock, determined to milk him dry.
I could hear his breathing grow heavy, then with a roar, he erupted inside me. Three big spurts were followed by the same number of smaller ones and my ass had been well and truly ploughed.
Emre wasn't finished and he smacked my ass a couple of times before pushing me onto the bed, ensuring my hard cock was sticking up. He climbed on top of me, kissing my nipples, then licking around my belly, before his lips found their way to my cock. Emre gave me a cheeky smile before he deepthroated my member. The sexy stud was now wanting to take my love juice and I was happy to let him. His tongue worked wonders and I roared as I spunked into his mouth.
I pulled him up and started to kiss him, tasting my cum as I explored his mouth.
By this time, his youthful stamina meant he was hard again. I was getting ready to suck him but Emre wanted my ass again and I was happy to let him fuck me as much as he wished.
This time, he placed my legs over my head and started to finger my spunk-filled hole.
I was in heaven, I had come on this holiday an inexperienced bi guy and was now feeling fully blown gay.
Emre lined up his cock and pushed in to me quite hard. I was moaning, savouring every stroke of his cock inside me. He was pushing harder and harder and this time he lasted much longer. By the time he came again, I was a quivering wreck but so satisfied.
He had one further treat for me, as he started to lick the cum that was oozing out of my ravaged hole. His searching tongue made me tingle and to my surprise, my cock grew hard again.
Emre looked up and with a wicked smile said "Maybe I can get some fresh cum, no?"
His head moved slowly, licking my balls on the way up my shaft, to my swollen cock head. His tongue circled it as it grew, escaping the foreskin and I gasped as he took it into his mouth. I was holding his curly hair and bucked my hips up, pushing into him but he didn't gag, just kept sucking. I was in dreamland, his young lips massaging my cock. I wanted to hold on but knew I was coming in a short time. My senses were like fireworks bursting in the air, as I came in his eager young mouth. Only two spurts but they gave me so much pleasure.
After licking the remnants of cum from my softening cock, Emre crawled up beside me and kissed me, so deeply.
"Stop it Emre, I'm already close to falling in love with you."
Emre giggled. "Would you want me for a husband?" He pouted at me. God, he was sexy.
"Oh yes." I answered without thinking, an instinctive answer. It was at that moment I realised that I had crossed from being bi to full-blown gay. All I wanted was cock, Emre's cock.
"It's a pity you are only here a week, Sam."
All I could do was hug him tightly to me and dream we would be together forever.
The exertions took their toll and we both drifted asleep, still holding each other.
When I awoke, I was alone in bed but could hear the shower. I got up and padded over to the bathroom and joined Emre in the large shower cabinet.
My hands immediately were around his waist, searching for a hold on his cock, which was covered in soap. Emre turned and I lifted myself onto his cock as he held me against the wall. It slid in so easily and he fucked me furiously for a minute before depositing more of his seed inside me.
I was now his cum slut and I loved it.
"When do you start work?" I asked, craving more time with him.
"Not until 10pm but it is 5pm now and I need to go home for a change of clothes and check that my mother is okay."
"Will it be okay for me to 'visit' you at reception later?" I ventured.
"But of course! Guests must be able to make contact 24/7."
"I fully intend on making contact with you, Emre." I hinted, lust dripping from my lips.
That night, my plans were wrecked. Yes, Emre was at reception but so was his manager. Apparently, they were expecting a large group to arrive around 2am and so the boss was needed.
I returned to my room and hit the mini-bar hard. Whisky, vodka, gin and rum were all flung down my throat, until I just passed out, drunk as a lord.
I was out for the count and missed the knock on my door the next morning.
I awoke at midday, with a sore head and found a note had been pushed under my door.
It was from Emre. He had come up after his shift, wanting to make up for his manager stopping us the night before.
If only I hadn't felt sorry for myself and got blind drunk.
Shortly after, just as I had stepped out of a shower, there was another knock at the door. I immediate assumed it was Emre again and opened my door in the nude. Gonca stood there and blushed, eyes trying to steer away from my cock which was semi-hard. I quickly grabbed a towel and put it around my waist.
"Is that how you answer the door to everyone, or were you expecting someone?" Gonca asked, smiling.
My mouth opened but no words came out.