Please note!
It's just a fantasy. All figures have reached the minimum age.
Please be lenient, as I wrote the story in German and translated it afterwards. And my english is not the best….
Part 1
The eyes of all the girls and boys he crossed paths to hang on Jamal. But that was no wonder, the twenty-year-old Turk offered all sorts of things to look at. His dark hair fell wildly ruffled left and right from his head along the forehead down, on the side to just half over the ears. Some strands of hair hung from the side wavy in the direction of the eyes, as if modeled with wax. His green-blue eyes surrounded by a dark line of eyelashes, as if painted by a thin eyeliner, rounded off his eyes and revealed silent secrets of the Orient. Through both ear lobes he had a metal tunnel piercing with a black inside. Also at the bottom of the mouth he had left and right a piercing ring strapped vertically around the lips, parallel each down the end of the nose wing. Which made his lower lip even more voluminous and looked like the beginning of curved tracks leading into his mouth. His face was of a delicacy and flawlessness like the masterpiece of all boys. But it was nothing special for himself and his family, he just looked like that.
He was big, very big. with his height of 1.90 meters and thin but muscular figure he made an impression. He could also be more than satisfied with his genitals of 21x4.5 centimeters.
Everyone blamed his appearance for not having a girlfriend yet. He has already rejected many. He's probably waiting for one that's equal to him, they thought. But he knew that something completely different was the reason, because he didn't care, but nothing at all, about the female sex.
One evening after he had already fallen asleep in the early afternoon and was bored, he decided to go to the local hammam and let himself be pampered. It was a very modern and yet traditional hammam in various warm gray marble shades. A large dome roof and a heavy door as entrance to the hammam. Away from this was a long tunnel with various open small dome rooms with resting blocks and a crossbar in the cross on one side with a kind of kitchen room and on the other side an oriental carpet room for the consumption of tea and hookah. So he rang the bell at the decorated old wooden door and a short time later two young male eyes peeked out of a recessed peepout door. He was admitted and the old wooden staircase was led up to his personal room. The personal wooden rooms were distributed in a circle over the entrance hall. Everything on this floor was made of old heavy wood and made a powerful impression. In his room he was allowed to take off his street clothes and there was a large, red and white tiled pestemal ready, which he immediately tied around his loins. The Arab-looking young Tellak had casually explained to him on the way from below that he was personally available for him tonight and pointed out to him the possibilities here.
Now he studied in his kapause once again the different possibilities written on the wall on parlment and decided on the total offer with shisha, tea and hammam massage as well as all extras.
Five minutes later, the Arab picked him up and asked if he had decided. He led him down the stairs to the shower room, which formed the entrance to the wet area, soaped his guest and washed off the sweat and dust of the day with a sponge. Then he led his guest through the long corridor into the steam room Hararet. Here several silver water outlets are bed with hot and cold water and in the middle a large heated fog stone, a Göbek Tas, which serves as a lying surface. He led him to the large stone sink, sat him there and scooped warm water with the ready Tas and poured it over Jamal's young hot body several times. He made him lie down on the fog stone and told him to relax, he would pick him up again.
Jamal closed his eyes and his thoughts circled around this Arab Tellak. He looked good, very good. Many traits on the body of the Tellak reminded him of himself. Except that this one built much stronger and had big strong hands. He wondered what he would look like naked. If only I had seen him in white light cotton pants and a thin long shirt. However, the imprint of the Arab's tail through this fabric part did not leave his head. How he would like to touch it, maybe even take it in his mouth once and gently pamper the part. At 50 degrees and 65% humidity, his sweat glands were slowly set in motion. The pores opened and with the sweat slag and toxins penetrated from his body. At the same time, his body was loosened by the heat and the blood penetrated more and more into its best part.
Due to the strong relaxation, he was almost in a trance. He didn't even notice how the Tellak came back and gently and slowly brushed his paw over the best part of Jamal. The Tellak again scooped up several ladles of warm water and slowly poured it up along the feet to his body. The boy slowly woke up again and looked shocked with a raised expression in his eyes at the Tellak, who asked him if he could have relaxed a bit. He said yes and hoped that the masseur did not see his extreme erection between his legs.
The Tellak asked Jamal to come up slowly with a grin on his face when he had said that and a mischievous look at his room. He took off his pestemal and gave him a new dry one. He turned around to put his legs on his former berth and dry his legs. He didn't see the looks that the Tellak gave his plump hairless ass. When he was dry, he was led through the heavy door on the way back into the long corridor, to the front of the carpet room. Only now did the young Turk realize that in the meantime there was no one left in the whole walls except him and the Tellak.
He was placed in a place in front of a shisha where already on a tealight a jug of freshly brewed tea, of which the young Arab gave him some of it in his tea glass in a cheerful and lively way. He got stuck just before him and went through a small stone inlet into a back room.
Shortly after, he came forward with fresh glowing coals and set the water whistle in motion. He gave Jamal the mouthpiece in his hand and disappeared again. This caught the first puffs and leaned back relaxing.
He had never felt so relaxed as he did right now. His body seemed to have separated from his mind and he was somehow absolutely beside himself. He had once heard that you have a strange feeling when you sweat too much and drink too little. That's why he reached for the tea and tried to empty the whole pot as quickly as possible. Every now and then interrupted by deep puffs of the shisha. At first he had only pulled it slightly, but in the meantime he pulled down the clouds deep, let them down a little and let the big clouds come out of his lungs again. Everything was different here and today than he was used to. The tea tasted woody and the shisha also had its own taste that he had never tasted before.
What he didn't know was that it was a tea mixture of Yohimbee wood and G and what he pulled so joyfully into his lungs was not hookah tobacco but a mixture of tobacco and T.
At first he briefly panicked when all the muscles all over his body began to tremble, and cold shivers flashed across his body. Just at that moment the Tellak came back, naked from head to toe like him. Both covered only with a cloth. He said it was certainly the deep relaxation. He is now ready for the massage. On the way back to the big Hararet he calmed down and his tail stood up and became rock hard. No matter what he was trying to think about, the erection did not go back. The Arab from whom he had learned in the meantime that this was called Cem, led him into the large dome room and helped him to the middle of the heated navel stone, took off his plague and told him to lie on his back.
Jamal, who was still floating on a flying carpet, now knew that he could no longer hide his erection from Cem. He fetched his Kese, the exfoliating glove and began to free his body from pore deposits and skin scales with gentle pressure. Again and again accompanied by warm and from time to time cold water jets.
He had to turn around and the same procedure took place in the back. Cem must be an expert he thought he also rubbed intensively on his cock and his scrotum as well as now on his ass gap around. He felt how something was lightly pressed into his anus and something was also injected there. It burned briefly but his anus reacted with great joy to this treatment, no it even spread forward into his cock and through the rest of the body. He had a desire for Cem to play with his anus even more than just the short rubbing. Cem felt his hand over Jamal's back and noticed that he was still not really relaxed. He knew how to change that and Jamal clearly said he had chosen the full program. Again Cem grinned mischievously, no almost even devilishly down and licked his lips. Well, if you say so, he said. Very short time later, he held a glass bong machine in front of Cem and pressed a remote control into his hand. He should press on it and when the glass ball has filled with the relaxing remedy, he should inhale deeply and then let go, keep the smoke a little down and then slowly blow out. The stupid boy didn't ask what kind of cure it would be there. Well, maybe it was also because his brain was already clouded with an acceptable dose of T.
Anyway, he does as told and pressed the button of the piece in his hand. He heard and saw how a flame ignited in front and something in the Bong turned to smoke. After taking a deep breath, he briefly felt something go deep into his anus. The naive Turkish boy suspected and did not know that it was a booty bump. After a few more deep moves, Jamal was already really wide. He had to lie on his back again and his expert began to soap him up with the linen bale. He felt how something flowed out of his asshole and he became even more foggy but also much more uninhibited and horny. When his front body was over, he had to turn again. He was so stoned and relaxed that he almost couldn't do it with his own strength, Cem helped him.
The stupid boy reached for the remote control button again and Cem shook his head laughing. The 20-year-old did not notice that Cem had been naked for a long time.
Cem also soaped him in the back and as he was done he poured him with a few hot water pours to wash off the soap and a cold water pour to stimulate his circulation. The Arab took the bong machine away, the boy had already dropped the operation from his hand some time ago, and broke it back to the place where he had fetched it. Then he dabbed Cem's back with his cloth that was still almost dry on the side, grabbed a bottle of massage oil and began to massage the boy's back. He relaxed more and more, his pupils were already pitch black and huge from the many smoke.
After the back and the arms came the legs and when he got there at the top he took care of the boy's ass. He spread his legs, inwardly hoping that the Tellak would also make him sexually happy. He was so horny.
That exactly this was the goal of the Arab POZ stallion, since he could not know the horny young Turk, who was about to close the hammam, he could not know. He did not know that everything that had happened to him tonight had no other purpose than to make him unrestrained and willless, he did not know.
The gay Tellak was nothing less than the son of the gay hammam owner and not an ordinary employee. He had separated from Cem's mother after he had come out. In his wild bareback games, he got the POZ epidemic. He infected his son during his nocturnal family rape games. Cem has only fucked bare around since then and from time to time there were special POZ parties with all kinds of drugs here in the hammam. That's exactly why everything was there that could offer support.
Cem massaged the boy's hole like a world champion. Found that the boy was absolutely clean and flushed. But since he wanted the boy to be really tall, he tells him that the full program also includes the massage from the inside, and he had to be clean. He fetched a large bag of meth splitter solution and let it run into the boy. He let it work in the body of the young Turk for a few minutes.
Cem now pushed a plug up Jamal's ass and pulled him up. He led the boy through the room to a rounding of the room where it had a shower head, turned on the water and wrapped his arms around the Turkish upper body. He knew that if the boy was tight now, the mixture in his guts would catapult him into a whole new level after elimination and be nothing compared to what was now. He pressed his now erect 20cm tail against the hole of Jamal. He was happy and thought he would be fucked now and began to relax. Cem quickly withdrew, just in time. Because suddenly a huge wave of chemical ass juice mixture came out of the boy's anus. He pressed and made and Cem knew, when the whole broth was dried up, that the boy was now not only completely clean but high in a different stratosphere.
In the meantime, Jamal could not even walk by himself, so Cem had to carry him back to the warm stone. When they arrived, Jamal told his masseur that he urgently needed to be fucked by his horny fat cock, deep in his boy pussy. Jamal had reached his goal.
The Arab POZ stallion took his tail in his hand and held it in front of the throat entrance of Jemal. He immediately opened his mouth and began to suck the part. Cem held the head of the loaded boy and pressed his fat part deep into the boy's esophagus and began to run his water that he had accumulated. He squirted the piss broth directly into the boy's stomach. He choed and tried to struggle for air, which he had a hard time.
When Cem had pissed off, he withdrew and said this was easier than to get water. Jamal looks at him greedily with tears in his eyes. He again took Jamal's head in his hand and pressed it on his now rock-hard tail in the longing for the boy's ass. When he had fucked something in it, he pulled back and went to the back so as not to waste time and push his swollen masculinity into the boy.
He didn't care how much it hurt the Turkish boy and he began to push his uncut cock into his hole. At the same time, he pushed down the boy's back and slammed centimeter by centimeter with ease into his long tail. Jamal groaned and let himself be plowed unrestrained. Cem had reached the places that Jamal loved to get fucked and had never felt it as horny as now. The bolt-stick tail dripped with pre-sap without protection straight deep in the middle of the channel and was soon able to inject his POZ seed. His hip and his balls hit each time with animalistic passion on the body lying under him. Then he heard the grunt of the Arab, who once again pressed deep into him. His cock staggered and throbbed powerfully inside and spit his juice into him in rashing thrusts. Jamal felt six bursts of the juice squirt along his intestinal walls and how his hole simply filled. Cem kept there for a few more seconds and squeezed out the rest of his sperm. Then he began to pull out his fat Dick. The ass milked its last drops from the exploded cock.
Cem apologized that he came so fast but he just needed it now because he never jerks off until he comes. He sounded very satisfied with himself. But finally he was only at the beginning of this fuck night with the Turkish guest. He massaged around this plump ass and slowly pressed four fingers into it. His big paws were imposing but he wanted to sink his whole hand in this boy. Slowly he streened the rosette with his fingers. Millimeter by millimeter he came forward. Jamal felt the pain but he was somehow far away, so he didn't cramp and then suddenly with a plop the hand was in it. Slowly, Cem rotated the widest part to make sure that if he had a part of his arm digging in the boy, it would not close again and he would only come out again with the opening of the anus. But the sphincter relaxed and showed no signs of contracting again. Slowly but steadily, Cem pushed his arm into it. He was surprised how full this bitch inside was already after his first shooting of his infecting charge. The digging and feeling of the warm flesh that his hand was around made him horny and his tail grew again. His cock stood up again full and hard when he pulled his hand out of the already well filled ass with cum. He reached forward with his hand full of his juice, which he had previously pressed into this Kimme with his tail and put his juice-smeared fingers in front of Jamal's mouth for his entertainment. Submissively, he sucked first his index finger, then his thumb, then the rest of his hand. His legs were just twitching at the moment. The Turkish handsome was now also aware that his ass would no longer be the same after that night. How far the effects would extend, however, he could not yet guess in the least.
The Tellak again put his tail, dripping in threads, in front of the twitching hole. Quickly and vigorously he pressed the part completely down to the balls deep inside. Jamal let out screaming moans and squeezed his fists tightly, while the sperm porridge was opened deep into his guts by the fuck bolt. The balls hit mercilessly like thunders on his ass. His Turkish beating that still stood like a one through the Yohimbeetee and it smelled of sperm and sex all over the large room. With further constant thrusts, the Arab evenly spoiled the young fuck hole that hurt dullly. Slowly but surely demanded a next load of POZ soup to be released in the walking Arab bulls. His constant fucking went into an uncontrolled threshing. The tail poded around, each time he hit in a different place. The Dick tensed and got bigger just before he surrendered. Cem went down with his head and with a kiss he wanted to dampen his cry full of ecstasy but it was too much with the shooting off of his second load he bit the boy with his teeth deep into the boy's flesh. That was also too much for the boy and he cramped up and spermed his own last negative charge between his loins and the warm stone. Then he fainted and Cem also collapsed on him.
After several minutes, Jamal came back to himself. The Tellak was still on him and the meanwhile flaccid cock of the Arab stallion was still in the fucked up sperm cave.
A few minutes later, Cem struggled up, poured Jamal with several ladles of cold water and carried the boy out into the long corridor to the carpet room. He put him down there and got him a pot of cool tea with G in it and treated himself to a refreshment.
Time was already well advanced, outside it was already getting light. His father had to be awake by now, so he could inform him why he didn't come home that night. It wasn't a problem with them or anything, but he still didn't want him to worry. Secretly, he hoped that he might even want to come over to help him make the special guest happy.
After ringing three times, it also decreased. Cem told his father that this night, just before they had closed, there was still a boy in front of the door and because he had liked him so much, he decided to let him in and use him for his diabolical game. Since both generations of the family had the same male taste, his father was passionate about the suggestion that he could join the game.
The father instructed his son to hold the guest high. He himself wants to call the rest of the guys, who probably also wanted to celebrate today with a party. The boys were the rest of the hammam's employees. Since the whole staff was always horny anyway, a spontaneous POZ party could be convened. Even the two boys who were not gay were usually always there, for them the main thing was that they could shoot their evil seed into some twitching hole.
An hour later, the remaining 17 players of this team were also all present. Everyone was enthusiastic and immediately ready to contribute their part to the success of the "Turkish Conversion" campaign.
In the meantime, Cem had given his guest a special bong. He was quite loaded and relaxed in front of him, repeatedly broke the crystals with the lighter to develop into smoke and inhaled it deep into his lungs.
The father was the first to be there. He was delighted with the appearance of the guest, which - which was to be expected - was entirely to his liking, as well as the condition of this boy.
But he wanted to because it became even more loaded and so he prepared a syringe for injection with T in the shisha kitchen.
Excited for the second part, or is it a waste of time?
