Date: Mon, 16 Aug 1999 07:57:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Willie Hewes <williehewes@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vietnamese Food

Hello again everyone, holidays are almost gone, time
for a new story. So, here it is, starring the most
beautiful couple in the world...

With a special thanks to the Nifty Archive.


Vietnamese Food

"I am in love with this hole."
     Minh snorted.
     "Really. I am in love with this little hole here. Isn't that sad; I'm
in love with an asshole."
     "Me too."
     Tuan raised his head from between Minh's legs so he could see his
face.  "What exactly do you mean by that, little brother?"
     Minh smiled. He nudged his pelvis against Tuan's chest. "Are you gonna
fuck me today or what?"
     "Ah, so impatient!" Tuan said with dramatic hand-gestures. "So
greedy!" He lowered his head and licked around the little dimpled hole that
was already shiny with his saliva. Minh moaned, sighed, and tried again:
"What's in the bag, darling? hm? Show me?"
     "Presents," whispered Tuan, his lips brushing Minh's balls. "A present
for you, and one for my lllittle lllover..." he pushed his tongue into
Minh's ass.  Minh relaxed, closed his eyes. This night was apparently for
slow love and teasing... A new sextoy, he thought, smiling. And a present
for him, what could that be? But Tuan was never in a hurry. It looked like
he planned to give Minh a thorough washing first.
     Minh sighed, both with pleasure and impatience.

     Finally, Tuan reached under the bed for the plastic shopping bag.
     "Close your eyes." Minh complied. He felt a tiny sting in the soft
place just below his ribs. He opened his eyes.
     "A new stiletto!"
     Tuan smiled devilish. He held the knife almost horizontal, the sharp
tip resting on Minh's skin, the handle balancing on his index finger. Minh
tried to lie absolutely still. For a long moment, nothing happened. When he
had to breathe, the tip of the blade went up and down with the rising and
falling of his chest. The reflection of a candle-flame ran over the smooth
metal.
     Teasingly, Tuan traced his fingers along the white lines of Minh's old
scars.
     "They are fading..."
     "You never cut me deep enough."
     "Oh, you will never be satisfied!" Tuan said, pretending to be
impatient.  "You never cut me deep enough, you never fuck me hard
enough..."
     Minh moaned. He arched his back, but the knife would not draw the
slightest drop of blood. The tip seemed to float on his light-brown skin.

     "Are you mine?" Tuan asked.
     "Yesss..."
     "Do you want it?"
     "Yesssss..."
     "What do you want?"
     "Oooooh!"
     Tuan lifted the knife from Minh's chest. He lay it on the mattress,
only inches away from Minh's thigh. "You are so beautiful," he said with a
sigh. Minh smirked. "And you are so vain..."
     Tuan burst into laughter, bent double over his mirror-image-lover.
When he recovered, he said: "WE are very beautiful then. Surely you agree?"
Minh smiled.  "We're the most beautiful couple in the world," he said
simply. He stretched his hand out to the blade of the stiletto. "C'mon
love. What's the other present?"

     Tuan reached again into the plastic bag. He drew out a cucumber. Minh
laughed. "A cucumber?"
     "No, darling, it's not a cucumber. It's a dildo. The perfect dildo for
you."  He licked the unattractive, dark green skin. Minh frowned. It was a
rather thick cucumber...
     "Don't you worry. It's not going in like this. You see, the perfect
dildo is in here, I only need to reveal it." With a perfectly serious look
on his face he started to skin the cucumber with the stiletto. Minh looked
on, amused. Tuan had obviously thought about this, he cut slices off with a
look of concentration on his face. Minh pinched his own dick. It felt
good. He looked at Tuan, and whispered: "We are very beautiful." The dildo,
if that was what you should call it, was getting shape. Tuan had cut out a
form that was slightly bent, a line of dark green cucumber-skin on the
underside. On top of the slightly broader head was a slim point of soft,
squishy cucumber-heart. It looked delicious. Minh hummed, spread his legs
even wider. Tuan put the knife away, out of Minh's reach.  When Minh
protested, he whispered: "later." Minh lifted his legs again, and Tuan bent
his head to the hole once more.

     "Oh, my mistress...?" he called softly, "goddess of this fleshy cave,
divine oracle, I have a present for you... Are you in there?" Minh flexed
his muscles, and managed to let out a little fart.
     "You filthy dog!" Tuan cried out. He slapped both Minh's
ass-cheeks. Minh laughed, his tongue between his teeth. He had enough of
his lover's silly games.
     "Just give it to me," he said.
     He gasped when Tuan put the tip of the cucumber to his sphincter. It
was cold.
     "Ooooh, yeah, feels good!" Tuan pushed it in slowly, carefully, so it
wouldn't break.
     "What does it feel like?"
     Minh moaned, his eyes closed, his back arched. He could feel the cool
vegetable sliding inwards, moist, soft, opening up his hot bowels.
     "Uhh.... wet. It feels spongy, soft, and cool. It's a bit like, ooooh,
a...  a big tongue. A really big, soft, squishy, cold tongue... a giraffe's
tongue."  They both laughed at this. A horny kind of laughter. Tuan had
stopped pushing.  He held it still, curiously watching Minh's reactions.
     "Deeper! please, just a bit deeper... Ooooh!"
     The soft, watery tip was now rubbing his prostate, sending sparks of
unspeakable pleasure up his spine. Tuan moved the cucumber in and out in a
steady, practised rhythm. He watched Minh's handsome face twitch and
grimace with pleasure, and smiled. He moved so Minh could reach his dick,
and placed his own hand on Minh's. Minh clutched at him hard, almost
painfully, his other hand tugging at the sheets. Minh groaned.

     "Harder! please, harder..." The cucumber made little soggy sounds in
his ass.
     Tuan increased the pressure at Minh's dick, moving his own in and out
of Minh's fist. He tugged with short little jerks, the way Minh did when he
was about to come and wanted to last a little longer.
     Minh was still moaning, he rolled his head from left to right in the
pillow.  He put one foot up to Tuan's shoulder.
     "Look at me," Tuan ordered.
     Minh looked up into that oh so familiar face, into his own coal-black
eyes.  His vision blurred with pleasure, then was clear again. Tuan looked
very serious.  He often did when they were fucking.
     "Do you love me?" Tuan suddenly demanded.
     "Yes! Ooooh, of course!" Minh struggled to keep his gaze. "You're the
best, Tuan, I love you, oooow, shit!" He couldn't keep his eyes open. The
cucumber drilled even deeper into his ass, smashing the soft, pointy
tip. Just before his cock exploded, he felt Tuan's mouth close over it.
     He came crying out his lovers name, his ass filled with an impossibly
long, green dick, his cock buried in his lover's throat. His fists clutched
in the sheets, a loud, inhuman groan rose from deep within his chest. More
cucumber was pushed into his ass, more cum shot out of his dick to be
swallowed by Tuan.

     Finally, his muscles relaxed, the orgasmic tension ebbed away. He
sighed deeply. Tuan let go of his cock. The cucumber was sticking half way
into his ass.  Tuan broke it, gave half of it to Minh, who started chewing
on it absently. Tuan buried his face between Minh's legs again, began
eating the half that was still in his ass, jacking himself to a quick, but
intense climax.
     They lay eating for a while, Minh exhausted, Tuan relaxed. When Minh's
ass was empty, he crawled up to the pillow and pulled the blankets over
their sweaty, entangled bodies. They shared a long, cucumber-tasting kiss.

     "To sleep?" Tuan whispered.
     "To-sleep-to-sleep-to-sleep," Minh answered. He thought of the
stiletto, lying on the floor somewhere.

     He nestled into his brother's arms and drifted to sleep with a smile
on his face.


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