I walked into the old hamam in Istanbul already half-hard, towel slung low on my hips. The steam hit me like a wall, thick and hot, smelling of soap and sweat. Thats where I saw him. Big Turkish guy, maybe thirty-five, dark hair slicked back, thick shoulders and a heavy cock swinging under his towel as he moved. He caught me staring and smirked, no words needed.
We ended up in the same marble slab. He poured hot water over my back, strong hands rubbing the kese cloth hard over my skin. When his fingers slid lower and brushed between my cheeks, I pushed back. He grunted, dropped the cloth, and grabbed my ass with both hands, spreading me open right there in the open room. No one else was around at that hour, but it didnt matter. He was already hard, thick uncut cock pointing straight at me.
Turn around, he said, voice low and rough.
I did. He yanked my towel off and wrapped a fist around my dick, stroking it slow and tight while he pressed his body against mine. His cock rubbed against my thigh, hot and heavy. He spit in his hand and reached behind me, two thick fingers pushing straight into my hole without warning. I groaned loud. He finger-fucked me deep, twisting, stretching, getting me ready for what was coming.
He pulled his fingers out and shoved me forward over the edge of the marble. I heard him spit again, then the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. One hard push and he was inside, thick Turkish dick stretching me open in one stroke. I bit my lip but still made noise. He didnt go slow. He grabbed my hips and started pounding, balls slapping against me with every thrust. The wet sound of his cock driving into my ass filled the steam room.
Fuck, youre tight, he growled, accent thick. He reached around and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast. I pushed back onto him, taking every inch. He leaned over me, chest hair scraping my back, and bit my shoulder while he fucked harder. His cock felt massive, hitting deep every time. Sweat poured off both of us.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the warm marble, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Then he slammed back in. The new angle made me see stars. He fucked me like he owned me, grunting with every thrust, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine. I reached down and stroked myself while he wrecked my hole. My balls tightened fast.
Gonna cum, I warned. He just fucked me harder, pounding my prostate until I shot thick ropes across my own stomach and chest. He watched me shoot, eyes dark, then pulled out, stripped the condom off, and stroked his cock twice before unloading hot cum all over my hole and balls. He rubbed it in with his cockhead, pushing some inside with his thumb.
We didnt talk much after. He helped me rinse off, hands still roaming, then we both headed to the cooling room. An hour later we were back in a private corner, him on his knees this time, sucking my cock deep while I held his head and fucked his throat. He swallowed every drop when I came again.
By the time we left the hamam, my ass was sore and leaking, and I already knew Id be back the next night for more of that thick Turkish dick.
