I wanted to move to Turkey when I was sixteen ... and the more Chief Butch tried to explain i wouldnt like the treatment i as a white boy would get, the more i wanted to go where those big chubby, bastards covered in thick black hair that seemed to shine like they washed in vats of olive oil rather than steaming cauldrons of cleaning cloth agitated suds by the mountain load before the bone cracking massage performed by goliath like ManHandlers... I wondered if I might cop an accidental feel or arrange to place my face in line with his big ass as he straddles me to crack my vertebrae and would his big bull nuts peek out from the narrow bath cloth wrapped around his middle or could I get close enough to inhale the sweat beaded on the orbs before the full palm face and body slapping to invigorate blood flow that made the receiver bright red and the Bath Master smile for the first time....this is what I saw one day perusing the day room reading materials, these ancient marble baths showcased in the now absconded by me and hid in the bottom of my closet, one of several National Geographics and a piece on Traditions of the Turkish Bathhouses.. Vive la Turkey... Gobble Gobble!!!!?????
I love Turkish old Daddy , they are good Pigs , fuckers and rimers ! I would stay in Istanbul in a club with burly hairy Turkish daddies , fucking my hole all afternoon , for hours , with load of cum deep into !