One of the downsides of Turkish oil wrestling is that it takes place in the open air and relies on the wrestlers being covered in oil, so when it rains and the ground turns muddy, you can’t keep wrestling. The oil gets mixed with mud and changes the game, and this time of year, Turkey is home to very cold rain showers. Besides the obvious discomfort, Fahri didn’t enjoy wrestling cold men whose cock and balls had shrunk like a frightened turtle.
But today it didn’t start raining until the last match, between Fahri and Demir, and they didn’t want to stop. So they kept going, and by the time they were done (Fahri winning this time), there was no one left to watch. The grassy lawn was a mud-pit with patches of green, and they both had to clutch each other’s slippery bodies for support as they walked back to the dugout.
Somehow the combination of each other’s light-hearted touching, the audience-free match and the difficult time they were having walking made both of them laugh. At first it was Demir slightly giggling, but then he lost his balance and Fahri caught him.
Demir gasped as he almost fell, a cute little exhalation that struck Fahri as funny, so he laughed. His eyes momentarily closed, Fahri slipped, and this time Demir caught him. Both of them now laughing hysterically, it was only a matter of time before they collapsed into the mud intertwined in each other’s limbs.
Somehow they made it back to the dugout, having laughed so hard for so long they had to struggle to breathe. They sat there together, disgustingly filthy with mud, rain, sweat and oil.
When they could breathe normally again, the frivolity vanished. They each knew what the other was thinking — it was special to have met someone with whom they could feel this way, with whom they could love so much. But what could that love amount to in a place like Turkey?
“Do you think we will ever be able to be together?” Fahri asked.
“We are together.”
“Not like that… In the West, men are openly gay,” Fahri said.
“Turkey is not like that. It won’t be for many years,” Demir said.
“But change will come more quickly than it seems,” Demir said. “That is how it happened in the Western countries. They hated gays there too, and it seemed like nothing would ever change, but it did, and when it happened, it was so quick nobody noticed.”
“You think that will happen here? In our lifetime?” Fahri asked.
Demir shrugged. “Maybe not.”
“Then maybe we should go somewhere. We could try to get a visa to Germany,” Fahri said.
“We might not be able to,” Demir said.
“Well at least we can try. We can see what it would take to qualify. If not now, maybe in a couple years,” Fahri said. “We’re more likely to get a visa than to convince Turkey to tolerate us.”
Demir nodded. “I guess… You’re the one with a good job,” he said. “What if you qualify and I don’t?”
Fahri wrapped his arms around Demir’s body. “I love you, Demir. I won’t leave without you. If Germany takes me but not you, then they won’t get me. There’s a pro-gay country out there somewhere that will take us in.”
Demir leaned forward and kissed him. What began as a casual, friendly kiss quickly turned passionate. They didn’t normally make love anywhere where they could be caught, but both were certain no one was around.
Both men were slicked up with oil, so they slid across each other’s bodies and over the floor as they writhed together. They each shucked their kisbets, revealing rock hard brown cocks arising from their thick tangles of body hair.
Fahri gave Demir’s rod a few strokes, testing how hard it was, how ready for him to take it. It was raging and pulsating with power, begging him to relieve its tension.
As always, Fahri was eager to please his lover. Demir’s dick fit down his throat as though it had been tailored him, its hot thickness filling him up and dripping the precum of passion into his belly.
Demir gave his rod a few tugs as well, but he was so entranced by the oral attention on his cock that he lost focus. Fahri was glad — he would rather wait and let Demir give his manhood his undivided attention.
He didn’t have to wait long. Demir had been turned on by the contact during the match, so he was ready to go. Fahri recognized the signs of his impending orgasm right away, in his gyrating hips, his tremulous grunting and the way his back arched a little more with every thrust.
Spit trailed from his mouth to Demir’s cock as both of their bodies contorted. Demir moaned loudly, semen spurting from his dick. It had a meaty, savory flavor that Fahri couldn’t get enough of, so he let Demir shoot it right into his mouth and then held it there, letting it drip, drop by inexorably masculine drop, into his throat.
Demir took a deep breath, wiping the sweat off his brow. His long brown cock plopped out of Fahri’s mouth and clung to his thigh. His knees buckled with the power of his ongoing orgasm, and then he sighed in absolute bliss.
Fahri stood, and when Demir was ready, he sank to his knees to return the favor. Fahri was already hard and dripping with precum, so the moment Demir’s lips wrapped around his cock, Fahri moaned and felt his orgasm approaching.
He thought heard the sound of footsteps, and his heart jumped into his throat. But he glanced towards the direction of the door and saw no one, so he returned to the rapidly swelling cock inside his lover’s tight, hot mouth.
He moaned loudly, gripping Fahri’s head while his dick spasmed and his balls curled up in his sac. They held still there for a moment that seemed to last forever, an infinite orgasm for Fahri and an indefinite pulsation in the mouth for Demir.
Semen flowed, so much Fahri didn’t know how Demir could swallow it all. But he did, and didn’t spill a drop. He let Fahri’s cock fall out of his mouth and looked up at him with a big smile. He stood to kiss Fahri on the lips.
But just centimeters before their faces were to touch, they both stopped at the sound of two big, meaty hands clapping. Fahri’s heart dropped as he saw Kemal standing there, with a disgusted-but-triumphant sneer on his face.
“I knew you two faggots were up to something,” Kemal said.
“This isn’t what it looks like-“ Fahri began to explain. He thought he could convince Kemal they had simply bet a blowjob on the match — that wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for straight Turkish men, and it wasn’t considered much worse, morally speaking, than gambling for money.
“Oh, I know what it is,” Kemal said. He stepped forward, into the showering area and took off his shirt. His thick hairy chest was dry, his nipples standing up in the cool air. He dropped his pants, revealing that sweaty, thick manhood that Fahri had touched so many times but never got a clear view of. “I should tell the police about you,” he said. “You could spend your lives in prison. I know that’s what you want. I met men like you two behind bars, and I found out how to make you pay for your sin. Both of you get down on your knees.”
They both sank to the ground. Fahri was astonished that Kemal was openly getting his dick ready for them — he never thought a man like Kemal would do so outside of prison, or maybe the military or other all-male environments.
Fahri was first to swallow his dick, taking the tip of Kemal’s uncircumcised manhood in his mouth. It was thick, even limp, and sweaty, stinking of his musty crotch. Kemal wrapped his fingers around Fahri’s head and said, “Faggots can go deeper than any harlot. Take a deep breath.”
Before he even gave Fahri a chance to breathe, he began pushing his dick deeper down Fahri’s throat. Though he was humiliated and frightened, a part of Fahri loved the facefucking he was receiving, loved the feel of Kemal’s burly body above him and the taste of his precum flowing. But another part of Fahri was terrified — if Demir weren’t there with him, Fahri thought he would have run away, screaming in terror. But with Demir at his side, Fahri was confident he would get through this ordeal.
Demir’s tongue flicked out to Kemal’s ballsac, and he began suckling on it as Kemal guided his head. The two young men worked on Kemal in unison, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. Kemal’s dick was impassioned, an angry red, as though his impending orgasm was pissing him off.
“It’s coming,” he said softly, through gritted teeth. He held Fahri’s head still, fucking his throat with all the power of his toned hips. “If you spill a drop, I will kill you.”
The semen sprayed inside him, its thick hotness feeling so good as it ran down Fahri’s throat. He felt bad about not sharing this with Demir, but he was glad that every drop managed to drip into his belly, leaving Kemal exhausted but satisfied.
He pushed the two young lovers onto the ground and said, “Do not talk about this with anyone. If you ever speak of it again, I will make sure the cops know what you two do together.”