With his other hand, the Turk slips his fingers between Umut’s ass cheeks and touches, ever so lightly, Umut’s hole. The Turk withdrawals his finger instantaneously. Umut lathers up the entire area and rubs the palms of his hands over the Turk’s chest, squeezing the solid pecs and encircling the nipples. The Turk is washing Umut’s balls with both hands, playing a trading game with his nuts as they go from hand to hand. As Umut continues to stimulate the Turk’s chest, he stares into the Turk’s eyes and is met with a depth of compassion and union he has not expected. Both let themselves retreat into a state of silence, the water rinsing off their bodies as they stand motionless as if they have entered another world. Before they realize it, they are kissing, a mutual kiss of total exchange. They are kissing each other simultaneously. Finally, the sound of the spraying water brings Umut and the Turk back to the present reality of hardened dicks and clean bodies.They dry off and sit again at the table and have some lahmajoon as they sip on the wine.”You really get into your old man, don’t you?””I don’t know what to say. I have had sexual feelings for you as long as
