Turkish twunk bottoms for the first time

A handsome, muscular Turkish twunk—an adult—decides tonight’s the night. His straight-curious buddy—also an adult—shows up, nervous grin, hard as a rock. They kiss slow, hands roaming over thick pecs and tight abs, letting the tension build. The Turk whispers he wants to try it, really try it, and puts the lube and condoms on the nightstand. He gets on all fours, then onto his back with his knees up, breathing deep while his friend slicks up a finger and opens him gently—circling the rim, easing one in, then two, stretching him until he’s grinding into the touch and asking for more. The “straight” buddy rolls on a condom, coats his cock, lines up, and pushes in slow. The twunk gasps, clenches, then relaxes around the thick head, taking it inch by inch until he’s full and whining for the next thrust. It starts careful—short strokes, lots of lube, mouths on each other’s necks, dirty encouragement: “You’re doing so good… take it.” Soon the Turk’s hips are lifting to meet every push, eyes rolled back, begging to be fucked. The curious top finds that sweet spot and pounds steadily, one hand under a thigh, the other on his chest, watching his first-time bottom melt—moaning, nails digging into the sheets, cock leaking across his abs. The tempo climbs: wet sounds, skin slapping, the bed knocking the wall. The Turk takes it like he was made for it, asking for it deeper, harder, telling his buddy not to stop. When they’re both right there, the top drives in to the hilt and growls as he finishes; the twunk cums hard without even touching himself, hole still clenching around the thick shaft. They collapse, sweaty and stunned, the Turk grinning up at him—first time and already addicted.