Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 08:42:46 -0800
From: Greenbacks Russell <greenbacksrussell@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cute Filipino College Boy

This is my first story for Nifty and it really happened this way.  Comments
to greenbacksrussell@yahoo.com.  Thanks!--Russell


"Do you want to take a cab home later?" Darrin asked.  I thought his
request was strangely timed, given that we hadn't even gotten to the party
yet.  We worked together at a record store, and some friends of ours who
had a band were playing a private party at a bar later on. "Maybe" I said,
not wanting to worry about it so early in the evening.

I had been flirting with Darrin for a while, but I'd never seen him outside
of work.  Were I forced to guess I'd have guessed he was straight (he never
mentioned going out with anyone of either sex), but he knew I was gay, and
he seemed to indulge my attention.  He was in college, working part-time; I
had finished college, putting my degree to work in the retail world (jeez).
Darrin caught my eye the first week I started work there.  He was Filipino,
maybe 5'3", 110 pounds, pint-sized.  Jet black hair, short and a bit spiky,
and glowing brown eyes.  So cute!  The women in the office adopted him as a
sort of mascot, he was so adorable. I'm only 5'6", 135, and I had noticed
not long before that I had always dated men taller than me (which most men
are!).  I'd been looking around for a little guy for a while, and there he
was.  Even if I would never get to be with him, it was nice to flirt with
him and dream.

He was always friendly to me.  He had a great smile and laughed a lot, and
we had similar tastes in music, so I had a good excuse to chat with him.  I
wondered if I was being too overtly flirty in the presence of other
co-workers, but no one ever said anything that I heard about.  Still I was
looking forward to be able to hang out with him in a more casual setting.

When we arrived at the party, he hit the bar with a vengeance.  He was just
shy of 21 (his I.D. said he already was), and he was desperate to reach
legal drinking age. Taking advantage of the free drinks, he downed 5 pints
in under an hour.  (How could a guy that little hold that much liquid
without bursting???)  He came over and sat next to me and said that he'd
had so much to drink, he'd do just about anything. I laughed and said he'd
better be careful who he was saying that to.  He didn't hear me and asked
me to repeat it, but I declined, laughing it off.  At this point I still
didn't believe his hints were serious, though I was starting to hope they
were.

So we watched the bands, mingled, and chatted briefly with each other now
and then throughout the evening. I had a couple of beers; he had about 9.
About a half-hour before the bar closed, he asked me again if I wanted to
take a cab.  Sure, I said, that'd be fine.  Finally it was time to go, and
we walked outside, where he grabbed my hand and pulled me across the street
where taxis were waiting.  We got inside, and as we sat down in the back
seat, I decided not to let go of his hand.  So we sat there in the back
seat holding hands, not saying anything. I kind of laid my head on his
shoulder.  After a couple minutes, I felt him turn to face me; I looked
over at him, saw him looking at me, and we started kissing.  We made out
for a few minutes, and then we were at his house.  "You can crash here," he
said, as if this hadn't been made abundantly clear.  I'd been thinking he
was shy and unsure, but he had this all planned this out, and I stepped
right into his script.  Cheeky devil!

We entered his apartment, a small one-room place, very student-like: tiny
kitchen, dresser, stereo, TV, and a small bed.  One double window, a bamboo
curtain pulled down.  I sat on the bed, and he sat facing me.  Immediately,
he started undoing my belt, getting me out of my clothes at a furious pace.
Likewise I undressed him, and there we were, suddenly naked and making out
in his bed.  This was beyond where my fantasy had been going--even in my
dreams, he took some cajoling.  In real life, he was all over me, and I was
in heaven.

He had a very cute boyish body, skin of olive and copper, and was almost
totally smooth except for his pubes.  Though a small guy, he had a nice
sized dick; not as thick as mine, but about as long.  After a couple
minutes, he said that this was the first time he'd ever done this, so I set
out to give him a first time experience he wouldn't forget.  We made out
for a long time, feeling, groping, rubbing our pulsating cocks together and
feeling the joy of naked skin against naked skin.  Slowly I nibbled and
gently chewed on his tiny nipples, eliciting moans of delight.  I licked
down his chest and stomach, building anticipation as I moved towards his
cock.  After a dramatic pause, I devoured his cock, swallowing all the way
down to his pubes, sending him into a frenzy of twitches and groans.  I was
trying to get him off, but though he was unflaggingly erect, he'd had so
much beer that he wasn't able to cum.  So I sucked him a long time,
enjoying the feeling of his cock in my mouth.

Eventually, he pulled his cock from my mouth and slid below me, ready to go
down on me.  I was on my knees astride him, and he lay below me giving his
first ever blowjob.  As he sucked me I rocked back, bringing his hard cock
to the crack of my ass, which turned us both on.  For a first timer, he was
pretty good, not much teeth.  His enthusiasm more than made up for lack of
perfect technique.  Finally he stopped sucking and started to pull hard on
my cock, jerking me off with both hands.  He did this for a bit, then
paused, and I took over.  Quickly I shot my load all over his smooth chest
and stomach.  I was so turned on that I spewed a geyser, and he took my cum
and rubbed it all over his body and face.  It was SO HOT!

We towelled off and curled up close, and I went back to playing with his
dick, but though he was still hard as a rock he said I probably wouldn't
get anything out of it that night.  We tried to go to sleep, but his bed
was so small--somewhere between a single and a double bed--that neither of
us could move or shift positions at all.  He had a blanket and a comforter,
so I grabbed the top comforter and curled up with it on the carpet and fell
asleep.

After a couple hours, I woke up. Our clothes were scattered across the
floor; his dark blue corduroys were next to my head, the Levi's tag saying
27" waist, 27" length. I rolled over to look at Darrin.  I heard some
rustling, and we looked at each other.  Still tired, I kind of turned away
to lay back down, and he suddenly pounced on me, totally hard and ready for
more.  We crawled back on the bed and really went at it.  I was sucking
him, him sucking me, entwined in a 69 position, stalling off my orgasm as
we explored each other.  I licked his thighs, licked his balls, and started
nibbling on his buns, which sent ripples of delight throughout his body.
Gradually I started licking closer to the hole, gauging his reaction.  When
he just moaned some more, I went for it and gave him a noisy, slurpy,
enthusiastic rim job.  He hadn't said much during sex, but he whispered "Oh
yeah, eat my ass."

Tight and hairless, his ass was a joy to rim.  I tentatively poked a finger
in, and he was so tight I decided not to go further.  I wanted him to have
a good first time, and he seemed like a guy who hadn't ever practiced with
his finger, so I thought it best to wait.  If he'd asked, I'd have gone for
it, but he didn't so I held back. But I rimmed and fingered him for a good
long time, and I finally asked him if he thought he could cum. He said he'd
try, and through a combo of jacking him and sucking him he blew his load
all over my chest and stomach. My chest was a sticky mess of hair and cum.
He climbed on top of me and we rubbed our bodies together, smearing his
load all over us.  We grabbed a towel, mopped up, and cuddled and kissed
for a long time.  I looked at him and still couldn't believe it had
happened; I was light headed enough from being tired and drained that it
seemed like a dream.  I felt so honored to be in his presence, so thrilled
in his enthusiasm and that he picked me for the guy to cross the line with,
that I was immensely happy and satisfied.

I would have loved to stay longer, but I had to go home, get cleaned up and
change clothes before heading off to work.  Alas, there was no sequel,
which was very sad for me--I so hoped it wouldn't be our last time
together.  A few months later he started coming out publicly, and we
finally talked about it again.  But though I'd jump at the change to do it
again (he had gotten freaked out by the fact that we work together), it was
so good for my soul (and ego!) that I'll forever look fondly on the one
night we had together.