The guy stripped in the back room of the hammam and lay face down on the warm marble slab. His name was Mark, thirty-two, built from the gym but tight from the flight.
Ahmet walked in, shirt off, thick chest hair matted with sweat, arms like tree trunks. He poured warm olive oil straight onto Marks back without a word and started rubbing hard, thumbs digging into muscle.
Mark grunted. Ahmets palms slid lower, spreading the oil over his ass cheeks, squeezing them apart. One thick finger dragged down the crack and pressed right on his hole. You want deep massage, yes? Ahmet said, voice low and rough. He didnt wait for an answer. The finger pushed in, knuckle deep, twisting.
Marks cock twitched against the slab. Ahmet pulled the finger out, added more oil, and shoved two in. He finger-fucked him slow and steady, stretching the ring while his other hand reached under and grabbed Marks stiff dick. Big cock for a tourist, Ahmet muttered. He stroked it in the same rhythm as the fingers pumping in and out of Marks ass.
Mark pushed back onto the fingers. Fuck, keep going. Ahmet laughed once, pulled his fingers free, and slapped the ass hard enough to leave a red print. He stripped his loose pants off. His own cock was thick, veined, already leaking. He climbed onto the slab, straddled Marks thighs, and poured more oil straight down the crack. The head of his cock nudged the hole, then shoved in with one steady thrust.
Mark groaned into the marble. Ahmet fucked him deep and dirty, hips slapping, balls swinging against Marks ass. Every stroke dragged over his prostate. Ahmet reached around, gripped Marks cock again, and jerked it in time with his thrusts. Tight hole, he growled. Take it all.
He pulled out, flipped Mark onto his back, and shoved his legs up. Ahmet sank back in balls-deep, eyes locked on Marks face while he pounded. Oil and sweat made everything slick. Marks cock slapped against his own stomach with every thrust. Ahmet leaned down, spat in Marks mouth, then kissed him hard, tongue pushing in while his cock kept driving.
Mark came first, shooting thick ropes across his own chest and stomach. Ahmet fucked him through it, then pulled out, straddled Marks chest, and stroked his cock until he shot hot cum across Marks face and open mouth. Ahmet wiped the head on Marks lips, making him lick it clean.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Ahmet slid off, grabbed a towel, and wiped them both down rough. Shower next, he said. Then round two in the steam room. Marks spent cock gave a tired twitch at the promise. Ahmet grinned, already half-hard again.
