Joseph
by Aussie Guy


My first overseas posting was to an Asian country, and I went there
complete with wife and kids.  We were in a busy, crowded city, and in the
dry season, we had week after week of daily temperatures in the high
thirties (Celsius), and humidity in the high eighties.

Our occasional relief from this weather was to head into the hills, where
the Dutch had built a hill station sixty years before, and although the
days were still quite warm, the evenings were delightfully cool, and no
mosquitoes to share their malaria.

On this particular occasion, a number of expatriate families had grouped
together, and we shared the rental costs of a large house.  We arrived in
dribs and drabs, some coming in modest family cars (the missionaries), and
some in swank air conditioned patrol cars (the company guys) complete with
driver.

We arrived to the shouts of kids, as they ran around exploring a new place,
and we dumped our luggage inside our rooms, and dropped down in the kitchen
for a cold drink, and a bit of a chat.

It was a few hours drive from the town, and as it was getting late, the
kids hit the sack, and the adults sat around and read and talked.  I was
becoming bored, so stepped outside to talk to some of the drivers outside,
who were squatting around, smoking and talking in their own language.
Although I could make myself understood in Indonesian, I was quite pleased
to hear one of the drivers speak to me in quite good English, and ask me my
name.  I told him, and was advised that his name was Joseph.

Joseph was about 20, not too big, but a nice smile, and he told me he'd
learned English from his former boss, where he had been given his own
quarters at the rear of the house.

We talked for a while, then I announced that I was going for a walk, so
wished them goodnight, and headed out the gate.  I heard footsteps behind
me, and Joseph came up and asked if he could come with me, as he needed
some fresh air.  We headed off up the sealed road, where there was no
traffic, and enough slope to give some good exercise with the promise of a
downhill return later.

So we strode off, and as we left the last street lights behind us, Joseph
asked if we could hold hands, which is an ancient Asian tradition between
friends, but he knew that most Westerners didn't do this.  I assured him
that I would like to hold hands, and we kept pushing on up the hill, our
hands swinging together in the cool night air, until we reached the edge of
a forest.

I declared a rest, and still breathing heavily for my out of condition
lungs, (it must have been the altitude) continued to hold hands.  Joseph
would give my hand an encouraging squeeze every now and then, which was
starting to gently wake up my cock, and make me aware that the night had
been pleasant so far.

Then I said that it was time we returned.  To my surprise, Joseph, who was
a guy of few words, asked me what the hurry was, and so saying, he guided
my hand over to his cock, and pushed it against him.  It was obvious that
holding hands had not only started to wake up my little brother, but that
it had made Joseph's fully awake, and I was holding one hard cock
underneath his track suit.

As Joe didn't know my preferences at all (I'm not sure that I did until
this night), he was waiting to see what my reaction would be.  At the most,
I would draw my hand back sharply, and tell him not to do that.  But did I?
 No way.  I gently grasped his hard cock, and gave it a few reassuring
squeezes.  This must have given Joe the right message, because he then
reached over and held my cock, which in a short space of time had hardened
considerably, and his gentle rubbing was starting to take my mind right off
walking.

Even though I was wearing fairly heavy jeans, there was no mistaking what
condition I was in, and we understood each other's needs immediately.

Joseph suddenly took command.  He grabbed my hand, and led me off to just
inside the forest, and immediately started unbelting and unbuttoning me,
his hands going faster and faster.  I joined in, and in no time at all, we
were both standing bare arsed, facing each other.  Although it was pitch
dark, we both knew what the other was doing, as we were holding each
other's cocks in our hands.  Joe was a lot shorter than me, and it gave me
quite a thrill to hold him in my arms, and feel his hard cock pushing
against me while I hugged him.   I don't think I'd ever hugged a guy until
that night.

Then I felt Joe moving, and for the first time I felt a fantastic new
sensation.  He had his lips around my cock, and was starting to suck me off.

This amazed me, as I had never had the pleasure of such an activity before,
and I could feel my balls tightening, and I started thrusting faster and
faster.  Joe was holding my arse tightly, and moving his finger around
behind me, exploring my crack and gently pushing with  his finger, while I
was into his throat as deep as I could go. Then I felt my cum rising to the
surface, and in no time at all, I had pulled out as I was quicker than
either of us imagined.

With a mighty gasp from me, and a violent surge from within, I shot my
load, with Joe just backing off in time to avoid getting the whole lot down
his throat.  My cum seemed to be covering the forest floor, as every last
drop was squeezed out, and I hardly had time to get my breath back, when
Joe started thrusting into my hand.

I recovered my senses, and although not being sure enough of myself to
return Joe's delightful method of getting me off, I started massaging his
cock faster and faster, with me standing behind him and holding him with
one arm, and my limp cock pushing against him until he too shot his load
amongst the pine needles.

After we had dressed, and were again walking hand in hand, Joseph explained
to me that his former boss had enjoyed his company immensely and had taught
him some very nice activities.  We all knew that his boss was gay, but it
had never entered my head that it was Joseph who was keeping him company in
bed.  When his boss left, Joe had returned to his brother's house, and was
obviously wanting to keep in practice what he had learned.

  Joe asked me if I would like to see more of him, and having been
reassured that indeed I would, we made our way back into the weekender,
looking as if we had enjoyed a most pleasant walk, which indeed we had.



Part II

A few weeks later, Joseph came to the house on a work-related matter, but
when he had the chance, asked me to come to his house.  I was there the
same night, and we made some sort of excuse about going for a drive, and we
headed off out of town.  

We first called in to see some friends at the University staff houses, and
I met a bunch of guys who I was told were all gay.  There were no spare
rooms available so we drove on for a while in the dark, with Joe reaching
over from time to time, checking to see that my cock was still hard or
semi-hard. It is very difficult to find a quiet place in such a crowded
city, but Joe knew what he wanted, and led me off to a clump of bushes not
far from the road.

Once we were there, he started to get my trousers down as quickly as he
could, and judging by the raging stiff he had, he wanted some relief, and
quickly.

He fished around in a bag, and slapped on some KY, both onto his cock and
onto my rectum, and asked me to bend over.

This was my first time at anal sex, and I didn't know what to expect.
Fortunately Joe was not well-hung, and I guess he didn't raise 5 inches at
best.  He didn't have a lot of trouble gently easing his hard cock into me,
once I'd relaxed a bit.  The first time a cock goes in like this must be
the same feeling a virgin girl has.  It can never happen again, and will
always be remembered. I was surprised to feel his pubic hair tickling my
butt, and knew that he was all the way in and while I was trying to keep
from toppling over into the grass, he hung onto me as tight as he could,
and was busy pushing and heaving like a dog on a bitch.

Suddenly, he gave a loud gasp, and collapsed across my back. At the same
time, I could feel his load shoot into me, and he lay there for a few
seconds, twitching and groaning.  My cock had been standing erect and
raging hard during all this pleasant activity, and without any help from
me, I shot my load onto the grass and leaves.  The twitching and
contractions must have been felt by Joe, as he started groaning aloud
again, and then we both had to part, in case we fell over. (he was a lot
shorter then me)

I can't remember much else that happened that night.  I know the mosquitoes
were enjoying a feast on my arse.  They hadn't seen so much bare white skin
in years.

No, it wasn't safe sex, but 10 years ago, it wasn't considered a problem,
and I had been introduced to a new way of enjoying sex. I haven't done this
much since, but I live in hope!

Addendum:

After my introduction to this nice hobby, I was approached by a cute
Indonesian guy, who said his cousin in Bali had given him my address.  His
cousin was the guy who had originally suggested we head into the bush for a
little bit of fun, my first JO with an Asian guy.

We reached an arrangement whereby I helped him with his English lessons,
and we helped each other with other sorts of lessons.  Sometimes he would
come with a friend or two, and we'd have some fun in the back of the car,
but it was very limited due to  space and never a lot of privacy.

One night we were driving home, and there must have been four of us in the
Toyota, when I stopped to relieve myself in the canal next to the road.
As I got back in, one of the guys said not to bother doing up the zip, as
he wanted to finish something off with me.   So I was at the driver's seat,
and the guy next to me was busily sucking me, while I had my head turned
around and was working on the guy who had dropped his trousers, and was
leaning over my seat. Like many Asians, he was a small guy, but he sure had
a mouthful to cope with.  I could hear this guy groaning with pleasure, and
I would have too if my mouth wasn't so full.

Just as things were getting interesting, I noticed two motor-bikes and a
car pull up next to and behind my car, and I could hear a radio crackling
away.  A policeman stepped out, and shone a torch into my face and then
down onto where my jeans might have been.  The evidence was outstanding!

My Indonesian was not so good then, and when I was asked what I was doing,
I couldn't think of an appropriate answer.  However, my Indonesian friend
answered promptly, and said "Sir, we were just playing around".(main-main).
 This was no doubt quite obvious.

The usual mockery of national elections was just around the corner, and
tempers were getting frayed and a few demos had already been held.   What I
hadn't thought of was that the policeman was only interested to know that
we were not talking politics.   He could see from the evidence that we were
not able to talk about anything at the time he caught us, and so he just
turned off his torch and suggested we head for home.  I went like a rabbit,
and chose some less obvious places for our playing around in future.