From: pfs@dircon.co.uk (Patrick Shearcroft)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Attack (gay oriental)
Date: Thu, 23 May 1996 12:11:14 +0100
Organization: The Direct Connection
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The man had been watching the boy for a while.

The boy was Chinese, slight of build, maybe 1m65 tall, but his muscles
showed clearly through his cheap T-shirt.  His face was truly beautiful. 
His eyes particularly were striking in their direct look and their
luminosity.  He wore a pair of jeans which clearly advantaged his
well-developed buttocks.  The man guessed that he was 16 or 17.  He was
with a group of friends.

The man was Caucasian, older, probably in his late thirties, tall, amybe
1m80, solidly built, not particularly good-looking but with a certain
charm for an onlooker.  He was alone, and for the moment the object of his
attention was unaware of the piercing stare.

The group of young Chinese continued to drink their Cokes, as the man
sipped his Scotch wondering whether he was going to succeed that
afternoon.

He wanted a virgin.

The boy became aware that someone was looking at him and shyly glanced
twoards the man.  A few seconds later, he returned the glance to find the
piercing stare of the westerner boring into him.  He felt a strange
sensation inside and became aware that he had got an erection.  That
troubled him, firstly because anyone could see it, and secondly because a
man had produced that effect on him.  Usually it was one of the girls that
his group played around with, not that any of the girls gave him a second
look.

Moving slightly away from the group, he turned to face the man who
immediately made out the swelling beneath the jean's zipper.  His own was
also hardening, as he realised that the boy had noticed him.  Deciding
that the old ways are always the best, he went to the toilets to see if
the boy followed him.  After a few moments, the boy was beside him.

The man asked if the boy spoke English.  "Yes, I do," came the reply. 
"Can you leave your friends?  Maybe we could have a drink together."  "Not
here, but maybe somewhere else."

Having agreed to meet twenty minutes later in another bar a short distance
away, the man was wondering just how far he could take this boy.  Indeed,
would he even come to the bar?

The boy was surprised at himself for having followed the man into the
toilets and for having accepted his invitation, but he was curious and,
that evening, feeling somewhat excited by the idea of drinking and talking
with a white man.  He made his excuses to the others and left, as though
to return home.

They arrived at the bar within a few minutes of each other, both uncertain
but for different reasons.  The man, with practised ease, soon put the boy
at ease, and they chatted about his work, the boy's studies and ambitions,
shared sports enthusiasms and so forth.  The conversation turned to girls,
as is so often the case, and the boy explained shyly that he hadn't yet
managed to find himself a girl.  The man sympathised, and they chatted on
a little further on this erotic subject.

The man asked the boy if he had ever seen inside a westerner's home.  No,
he hadn't.  Did he have time that afternoon?  Yes, he did, although he had
to be home no later than 10 p.m.  The man suggested that they could have
something to eat together later.

Arriving back at the house, set in its own grounds out in the suburbs, the
boy was duly impressed.  Being a Sunday, there were no servants on duty. 
The man showed him around the house, and then the garden.  The boy saw the
pool, and the man asked him whether he would like a swim.  It was
blisteringly hot, and of course the boy liked the idea.

The man said that, as it was his pool and totally private, he never
bothered with trunks for swimming.  Did the boy mind?  He did of course,
but how to say that?  Shyly, he undressed, hiding himself from the man whi
threw off his clothes with abandon.  They ran together and jumped into the
pool, the boy happy to find some sort of cover for his nudity.  Soon he
was at ease, and was able to admire the white man's body as he swam and
then chatted, encouraging the boy to jump out and dive back in, and doing
the same himself.  By doing that a certain number of times, the man was
able to show himself off to the boy whilst admiring the boy's evident
charms.

The boy was astonished firstly by the amount of body hair on the man, but
most particularly by the size of the man's sex which swung between his
legs and looked bigger than his own was even when he'd got an erection. 
And erection he'd got, carefully hidden under the water, shyly refusing
the man's encouragement to dive once again.

The man approached the boy in the pool, came up close and suggested that
they might like to move towards the sauna which was next to the pool.  The
boy had never tried that.  He accepted the towel offered, and they made
their way to the sauna.

The boy found it very hot, and the man suggested that it would be easier
if he lay down on one of the lower benches.  This he did, and the man took
the bench immediately above him.  Soon the boy hovered somewhere between
sleep and waking, and was only dimly aware of a hand stroking him.  It
felt nice, so there was no harm.

The hand stroked across his body, brushing against his nipples, caressing
his neck, arousing him.  Without even being aware of it, he soon had a
powerful erection.  His towel slipped from his waist, but it didn't matter
now.  He felt good, and nobody could possibly see anything.

In his reverie, the boy became aware that a tongue was licking him, a
tongue that moved acros his chest, down down and down, until he felt it
flick across the head of his cock which jerked.  A warm feeling descended
down his cock, and he realised that it was the inside of a mouth, the
tongue slipped his foreskin back and licked at his exposed dickhead.

A hand took his own hand and moved it, and the boy realised that he was
clasping another cock, but this one was much longer and thicker than his
own but just as hard.  The boy stroked the cock, and felt the mouth start
to move up and down his own shaft.

He kept his eyes shut, it was like a dream, and he felt so good.  He
didn't dare look in case the dream when away.

He felt the cock being moved towards his face, and when the dickhead
presented itself to his lips, his slid out his tongue almost automatically
and licked at the massive organ.  The cock also wanted to be inside a
mouth, and the boy felt the head slip inside.  It felt good, tasted good
too.  This was really something good.  What a dream!

The man lifted the almost sleeping boy into his arms and took him into the
bedroom which gave onto the poolside.

The man took four cords and quickly tied the boy's hands and feet to the
bed posts, so that he was spread-eagled across the bed, face down.  The
man placed a thick cushion under the boy's hips so that his buttocks were
raised up.

The boy, by this time, had completely woken up and asked in what was
happening.  The man explained that it was a sort of game, that it wouldn't
last for very long, that all the other boys played this game, and that the
boy was sure to like it.  The boy slipped again into his reverie and felt
the man lowering his body on to his own.  He felt the man's cock hard
against his buttocks and once again marvelled at the size of it.  It had
to be at least 8" long, twice as long as his own, and it was so thick.

The man lubricated his cock and slipped his greasy fingers one by one into
the boy's butthole, lubricating it and preparing the way.

The boy felt the fingers, wondered but again it felt good, so where was
the harm?

The man knelt between the boy's legs, pressed his cock up against the
boy's butthole and with one thrust entered completely.  He felt the boy's
sphincter tighten sharply on his invading cock and knew that this would
only happen once, and this was the sensation that he wanted.  To feel that
tight virgin hole almost strangle his massive man's dick.

The boy let out a scream which echoed through the empty house.  Waking up,
he only felt a searing pain spreading through his guts, not understanding
at first what had happened.  He tried to move, and realised that he was
tied down.  Then he localised the source of the pain, and it dawned on him
that the man had penetrated him.  Wave after wave of pain seared through
him.

The man told the boy to relax, that he wouldn't move for the moment. 
Slowly, the pain died away, and the boy became aware of that the presence
of the man's massive rod was quite exciting, for his own erection had
returned.

The man started to move slowly within the boy, whispering encouragement to
him, and stimulating him by gentle caresses.

The man untied the cords attaching the boy's hands, and the boy seized the
man's arms, pulling him closer.  Reaching behind him, he untied the boy's
feet from the bed, and felt the boy move beneath him.  Despite the brutal
penetration, the boy was ready for the act to continue.

Without removing his cock from the boy's hole, the man hauled their two
bodies so that the boy was now on top of him.  Holding the boy, he said,
"Now, move up and down, feel it the way that you want to."

Pulling the boy towards him, he kissed him on the lips, and slid his
tongue sensuously into the boy's mouth.  This excited the boy who started
to move up and down on the man's great erection.

The boy felt the great organ entering him and leaving him, and it was good
to be able to watch the man's expression.

The man raised up the boy's hips, and with strong thrusts from his own
hips, started to fuck the boy's tight hole.  At each upward stroke, his
cock entered the boy again, and the boy's eyes closed, as the memory of
that first penetration flooded over him.  At each downward stroke, his
cock came out of the boy, and he saw the boy's eyes awaiting the rod's
fresh onslaught.  There was pain in the boy's eyes at each vigourous
thrust, but his lips were parted with naked desire.

The man took the boy in his arms, moved him back to the bed - this time on
his back.  The man raised the boy's legs in the air, he penetrated him and
saw the anguish on the boy's face as the virile member almost split him in
two.  But the boy didn't struggle, almost accepting the pain as a means to
an end.  The boy's cock was still hard, the head red and swollen.

The man pushed the boy's legs against his shoulder and pressed his weight
down on the boy.  Now his thrusts were going even deeper, and the boy
started to cry out.  He wanted this to end, although half of him was still
hot and excited.  The man's organ was so thick and long, and his hole was
so tight.

The man wrapped his arms around the boy, now bent double and kissed him,
thrusting his tongue into the boy's mouth.  The boy's tongue eagerly met
his, and the man felt his orgasm rising.  His cock thickened and
lengthened inside the boy who now had tears cousring down his face. 
Easing back, the man released the boy's legs somewhat, grasped his cock
and started to stroke the boy to orgasm.  He wanted them both to come
together, to feel the boy's rectum tighten around his thick rod and to
milk his juices.

The boy's moans of pain turned to moans of desire.  The man was still
fucking him but with shorter thrusts, and he felt passion flooding through
him.

The man brought the boy to orgasm and, at the same time, his own juices
flowed out into the boy.  The boy let out a great cry as his tight hole
tightened around the man's cock and the first jet shot into the air to
land on the wall behind him.  More jets followed and he felt a special
warmth deep inside himself.

The boy felt the man slip from him and lay by his side.  The man's hands
stroked him, and he slipped off to sleep.

-- 
Patrick