Date: Sat, 08 Nov 2003 23:41:33 +0800
From: mr malaprop <mr_malaprop@graffiti.net>
Subject: Living in Asia 01 (M/t anal oral)

Living in Asia 01 (M/t anal oral)

This is a work of fiction, none of these events happened anywhere except in my
foetid and over-active imagination.  Like wise all the characters are fictional
and do not exist in real life.

This story contains descriptions of sex between a man and a teen boy, if
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Living in Asia 01

There are many things I love about living in Asia.  The cost of living is one,
allowing someone of my modest but independent means to live quite comfortably
 without working, then there is the climate and thirdly there is the way people
leave you alone to live your own life.

And the food, of course, fresh, delicious and not fucked about.

Oh, and the boys.

I have been here pretty constantly for about ten years now ever since I was
travelling through and met my boyfriend, who was then still a teenager.  I was
in my early thirties at the time.  We live a nice lifestyle, quiet, contented.
I get along well with his family and as far as they and the rest of the world
is concerned Stephen works for me.  I am sure that many people realize that
there is more to it than that but what matters is the outward appearance and
as long as we keep that good we can do exactly what we want.

Stephen has a nephew, Jacob, who is now 12 years old and who has known me
for as far back as he can remember.  He is a nice kid, very bright and very
affectionate.  He is so bright that he has already skipped a grade in school,
he also adores his uncle Stephen.  His best friend is Freddy, a neighbour in
their village and now 13 years old, although he looks the younger [and, to my
eyes, cuter] of the two.

A few months ago, for the first time, Freddy's dad agreed to his son coming
to stay with us so the boys came over for a few days to "the big city" and we
showed them around and took them for ice creams and to a fair.  They spent
a lot of time watching cable TV, particularly the sports.

Freddy has known me as long as Jacob has and has always been my shadow
whenever we go to the village.  In the city it was the same.  He held my hand
[a common practice between men here] as we walked about and when we went
to the fair he stuck to me like glue, a lot of the time he held my hand across
his shoulder.  I think it was partly to look after me but mostly because for a
country boy it was quite an intimidating experience.  Ours is a pretty silent
friendship as his English is very limited, almost as limited as my command of
the [very complex] local language.  Even after ten years I probably have less
than 100 words.  Why bother learning when everyone wants to use me to
practice their English?

When we got home after the visit to the fair the heavens opened in a huge,
torrential tropical thunderstorm and it turns out that both boys are terrified
of thunder, which seems strange to me as they have grown up with it  -  we get
a lot of thunderstorms here.  It eased off about 10.30 so we all headed off to
bed.

Half an hour later and it returned heavier than ever and with a huge flash and
crash right over the flat, there was no time delay at all  -  and there wasn't
much more delay before the boys were banging on our bedroom door!  We let
them in and we all sat on the bed and chatted for a while whilst the storm
crashed and raged around us.  After an hour of this we decided that the only
way any of us were going to get any sleep was if Jacob stayed in our room with
his uncle Stephen and I went into the guest room with Freddy.  They were quite
happy with the idea so Freddy and I headed off to the next door room.

When the boys had knocked on our door I had hastily pulled on a pair of shorts
so I kept them on as I watched the lithe form of the little 13 year old in his little
sarong lie down on the big double bed, in this climate we never use a top sheet
or any sort of cover, then I switched off the light and crossed the room to join
him.

I lay down and asked him if he was okay.  "Okay?"

"Okay."

I ruffled his hair in the dark and he slid across the bed and into my arms.  With
his face being level with mine and with him being a lot shorter I had no trouble
working out what it was I could feel pressing into my lower abdomen, the little
minx had taken off his sarong and was completely naked pushing his hard little
cock into my navel.

He whispered just one word into my ear, "Sex."  Then his hands started
exploring, they were everywhere, they were down my shorts in no time at all
and had found my now rock hard dick.  "Big," he said  -  well, it isn't that big
but to a 13 year old it must have seemed it.  He then kissed me on the lips, "Fuck,
fuck'" he said.  My hands were doing some exploring of their own by now and had
found some lovely round buns and a nice sized hairless boy cock.  He broke away
from me to pull my shorts off and on the way back up he took my dick in his
mouth and managed to get most of it in.  I nearly came immediately.  He ran his
tongue round the head a few times whilst one hand stroked the shaft and then
slid down to hold my balls and then slipped beyond them towards my asshole.  He
turned himself around to present his own dick for my waiting and hungry mouth.
I sucked him in the whole way getting a grunt of pleasure as my reward.

By this time he was fingering my hole and we were both enjoying the experience.
Suddenly he pulled way.  "Oil," he said and he headed into the bathroom for the
little bottle of coconut oil that we all use here before a bath or shower.  He put
some in his hand then transferred it on to the fingers from his other hand and
went back to fingering my bum.  The other, oily hand he used to massage my dick.

A huge long, multiple flash of lightning lit up the room and he saw that I am
completely shaved around my genitals  -  "Bald, like me," he said.  I looked at his
hard young cock with its hairless sac and just kissed it gently.  I knew the word
in his language for beautiful so I used it.

"Over," he said.  So I rolled over, the little bugger wanted to fuck me!  It took
less than a tenth of a second to decide that I was going to let him  -  and I did.
I slipped a pillow under my middle to give him a better target and spread my legs
wide.  He crawled between my legs and went for it  -  I could tell this wasn't his
first time, he had most certainly done this before.  I wondered whether he and
Jacob had done this in the same bed the previous night, or even earlier that same
evening, and decided they probably had, and I was glad for them.  It didn't take
him long before he shuddered into me and then collapsed on my back  -  he hadn't
been very big inside me but it had been good.

He slipped his dick out and went to the bathroom to wash it then came back and
lay down on top of me, now that I had turned on to my back.  He kissed me a bit
then got the bottle of oil and started rubbing more on my dick.  In the half light
of the darkened room I could see him smile.  "Me now," he whispered.

He knelt over me and with one hand holding my dick to guide it to its target he
slowly lowered himself on to it.  We both gasped a bit as I entered, me from
pleasure and him from a little bit of pain.  He stopped for a moment, lifted off a
bit and then lowered himself again.  When the head was mostly inside he started
rocking gently backwards and forwards so it went in a little more deeply each
time, then suddenly he lowered himself all the way.  "Good?" he asked.  "Good."

In another flash of lightning I saw that he was fully hard again now, the
resilience of youth!  So I started to stroke him gently as I bucked into him.  He
had obviously been fucked before as well as he knew how to get into a rhythm of
tightening his sphincter muscles, it was driving me wild!  My bucking got faster
and faster and he met me every time and then I exploded into him, I hadn't had
an orgasm like this for years.  He stayed there and kept on tightening those
damned muscles, it was amazing, my orgasm lasted forever as I pumped more and
more cream into this gorgeous little boy.

"Stay in," he said, and I did for a while as he lowered himself on to my chest for a
long cuddle.  He kept clamping down on my dick to keep it interested but eventually,
as I was very sleepy by now, it slipped out.  He crawled round then and presented
me with his dick to suck again so this time I gave him all I had and with two fingers
up his bum soon got him trembling.  I was surprised that I even got a delicious
reward of boy cum at the end, I had guessed he wasn't quite at that stage yet.  I
then staggered off to the bathroom to wash and came back to my young lover's arms.

"Sleep now," he said, "again morning when they asleep."

That's another story.