When I was 19 I was in Istanbul where I lived for a year. As an American who had never been outside the country before I was fascinated by this very strange and different place I was now in. My job required me to go to the airport each day to make deliveries. I was driven to the airport each day by an older heavy set Turk named Nagi. He was very friendly to me and told me I could call him Baba. Often he would stop at a tea shop where he seemed well known and we would sit for hours drinking tea while he talked to the men. I often noticed they seeming to look at me and thought they were talking about me but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Nagi insisted I call him Baba when we were there and soon it was howl I always addressed him.
The men in the tea shop seemed to respect him more when I spoke to him this way. The shop was connected to a large hotel with a beach enclosed by a stone wall behind it. One day we were delayed waiting to make our delivery as the plane to arrived late.
Then the truck broke down. I called the office and was instructed to stay in Istanbul and come back the next day. It was a hot day and Nagi called a friend who came and picked us up and took us to the tea shop
When we arrived at the shop Nagi brought me a glass and said "You can have more than tea tonight.". We sat at a table and his friends soon joined us. I sipped the drink which was clear but it burned my throat going down. Nagi urged me to drink it quickly I was unsure but at his urging quickly gulped it down. My mouth dropped open from the intensity of the drink and the man all chuckled at me.
The men chatted among themselves and they were clearly talking about me but I had no idea what they were saying. My head was swimming from the drink but they seemed to saying good things.
Nagi leaned over and whispered "Come with us we will go to the sauna." The men all stood and walked through a curtained doorway and down a long hallway to a room with tables along one wall.
The men started getting undressed and I did as they were. When we were undressed they picked up huge colored towels off the tables and wrapped them around themselves. I took a towel and did as they did and followed them through a heavy wooden door. We stepped into a room with benches around a low stone pit with rocks sitting on the top. The room was very dry and hot. One man picked up a bucket of water and tossed it over the rocks causing steam to rise up and engulf us.
A young man came in with a large tray he set on the bench by us. On the tray was a large ceramic jar with hoses running from the sides. One of the men handed one of the hoses to me. Nagi said to me "You are honored they want you to smoke first."
I put my lips around the hose and took a long drag. I tasted some powerful hash. It quickly went to my head causing the other men to laugh as I stood up and stumbled. Nagi grabbed me by the waist pulling me onto his lap. My towel fell off when he grabbed me and I felt his hard cock against my ass. He lifted a hose to my lips again and whispered to me to smoke some more. I took another deep toke and was soon feeling very dreamy. The men were chuckling and laughing and I soon noticed they had all taken off their towels and were sitting naked. They were all older men with paunches and bellies that hung in front of them. I was totally stoned and could barely stand up. I cotton mouth caught me and I stood to get a drink from the table on one side but stumbled falling towards Nagi. He grabbed me by the arm lifting me onto his lap. I felt his cock getting hard under my ass and he wrapped an arm around me. One of the men sat down next to us and placed his hand on my leg.
The young guy who had brought in the hooka brought me a glass of water. I noticed for the first time that he was young like me and blond. He clearly wasn't a Turk. I gulped the water down as I felt Nagi's hands stroking my sides.
