have been festering in Singapore for 4 weeks now. There is zero BI scene here
and even with this great big Hotel room, and all the freedom under the hot asian
sun (my family arrive in January) all I have been able to do is dream about it
- until last Friday.
MAC gave me a recommendation for a Classifieds Site
(bless you MAC). I decided - with little confidence - to look at what was there.
I didn't want to meet any Asian guys - its not a racist thing I just happen to
prefer western men. There was one ad that had only been posted a few days earlier.
A 30 year old Irish guy passing through on business wanted to make some buddies
for drinks and nights out. I have always found Irish guys to be very sexy and
the accent can kill you just to listen to it - so I shot off a brief reply.
was surprised to get answer within an hour and we exchanged 4 e-mails that afternoon
and were getting to know each other better with each one. The fit seemed to be
good and the chemistry real so we said that we would meet the next morning for
lunch - not guarantees and no expectations.
We met on the agreed corner
and as I approached I was really pleased at the great looking guy with strawberry
blonde hair, bluest eyes and slim athletes body (I found out that he was a marathon
runner). We introduced ourselves and decided to go and sit in the sun and have
lunch and some beers - maybe go to Sentosa (sad old tourist spot) for the afternoon.
We settled into a long discussion on all the usual topics.
He wasn't married
but we had the Catholic Conflict thing in common and were slowly feeling each
other out about where this was going. Suddenly - after many many beers I realized
that the sun was fading and I was very drunk. I said that it looked as if Sentosa
was off the agenda - did he want to just have dinner together instead. He said
yes but that he needed to take a break from drinking as he was pretty pissed as
well. I said Why not come back to my place and we can have some coffee and watch
TV until later and he was pleased to do that.
We caught a cab back there
and were riding up the tower in the elevator. I said to him "Now is about
the time when I should try to kiss you"
replied. I wrapped my arms around him and was swept up into this passionate kiss
that I believed not even the elevators arrival could break. We quickly got down
the corridor to my room and never got past the entry hall as I pushed him hard
against the wall and out hands and mouths were all over each other. I could feel
his rock hard cock pushing at his jeans and quickly got his jeans down so that
I could pull it out of his shorts. Man, it was rigid and dripping and shoving
its way forward from this thick bush of golden pubes. He had a flat ribbed muscular
stomach and buns of steel that I squeezed as I sucked his cock like a man dying
Both our clothes ended in a pool right there in the corridor
and we anjourned into the bedroom where I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled
him so that I could feel both our hard cocks rubbing against each other. I rolled
forward so that I could feel that Irish tongue pushing into my mouth again and
run my hands across the surprisingly thick thatch of blonde hair that cloaked
his firm - but small - pecs. God, he was a georgeous creature and the taste of
beer on his tongue blended nicely with the heat of his mouth.
I slid down
his body to once again suck his cock and felt him turn me so that we were head
to toe as we sucked each other in a m otion that got more frenzied by the minute.
turned me as I came close to coming and lay me against the stack of pillows. He
said "I want you to watch me cum". He stood astride me on the mattress.
I stroked my own cock as I watched him with half closed eyes gripping his heavy
ball sack with one hand while the other stroked the length of his tool. His hips
swayed to a secret rhythm and I matched his fist speed as I imagined the thoughts
running through the lovely guy's head.
Suddenly he shot a great arching
thick load of come that landed in the middle of my chest and preceded my own launch
by less than a second. As he milked himself clean I scooped the mixed brew of
both out juices on my finger and beaconed him down. I pushed my tongue out and
laid the thick juice on the tip and he leaned forward and our mouths closed and
he and I enjoyed the taste of each other mixed with ourselves.
the story does not end there. After laying together for a while we showered which
was a delight unto itself and then went down to dinner which was filled with laughter
and a new intimacy. I asked if he would stay for the night and he said that he
wouldn't have it any other way. We returned to my room and some more beers. We
stripped down to our shorts and put the soccer game on the TV. My God, I will
never enjoy soccer more deeply than I did that game. Laying their with his golden
head cradled in my arm, his ahnds gently exploring my cock that had grown from
the leg of my shorts and my hand inside the open front of his shirt caressing
his hard nipples and chest hair.
Needless to say, we made it to hald time
before the urgency had returned and we returned to that dishevelled bed.
love making - and that is what it was - was different this time and had achieved
something that I haven't experienced many times in my life. We moved and explored
and tasted and shared everything that two men could. Slowly he moved and lifted
my legs apart and positioned himself between my parted thighs. He asked "Have
you ever been fucked?"
"Not for many years" was my truthful
He said "I want to fuck you"
I amazed myself
by saying "I want you to fuck me!!"
He lubricated me and slowly
entered me as he pushed my legs back against my chest. In all truth it is not
particularly my thing but for once I was with someone where his pleasure and his
excitement made mine all the more powerful. He pulled himself clear before he
shot and I felt his hot juices squirt across my lower belly as he fell forward
onto me. We lay like that wrapped in each other's arms. We had each cum 3 times
and I think that finally the power had subsided.
We slept together and
felt the strength of each arms around each other. We breakfasted together and
talked about our day - and our night - together, and the pleasure that both of
us felt made it all the more special.
This may not be one of my more elaborate
stories but then this one is true. Life has blessed me with some very special
people in my years and he certainly ranks highest among some pretty great men.
Singapore will seem very empty with his departure.