Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 16:46:08 +0000
From: Jimmy Fourteen Eighteen <silly_fellow@hotmail.com>
Subject: Singapore Jewelry Boy

Warning: The following story is fiction. It never happened in real life.
This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy and
other male teens. The author does not encourage sex between adults and
children.  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, do not
carry on reading this, and back out immediately. If this kind of story turns
you off, look for something else to do.  If your looking for a story that
has majority of the content being that of a sexual nature, you're gonna be
disappointed. In fact, there  is quite a bit to go before getting to the
'hot' parts. None of the characters are real, and the furthest this story is
going for a few of the characters is that they are based on real life
individuals, but they have never been known to do what they are depicted to
be doing in this story. As I said, this is made up. Only the locales are
completely real.

The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this story on a
commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that
copyright.

Comments to <silly_fellow@hotmail.com>, (polite) critics, etc. will be
gratefully received and acknowledged where possible (though I hardly check
my mail).  Flamers will be ignored.

Enjoy the story! This is the first time I am writing this stuff, so please
bear with me!

The main characters (namely two of them):
- Carl: A 34 year-old redhead bisexual businessman who is on a business trip
in Singapore and rented a condominium there for the next 2 years. He will be
the narrator in this story, and is the guy writing this, although I have
changed the name, details and practically everything else compared to me,
the real life person. This way, the story is more interesting.

- Ozy: This is a young Chinese boy based on a real-life young'un whom I
secretly admire, a local in  Singapore, I do not know his real name, and I
just made one up that sounded like it would fit him well, just like I know
nothing about his family background, his hobbies, friends, or what school he
attends. I do not know his true age, but he is fifteen in this story, to the
best of my guesses. His bodily descriptions are like the real person, and he
lives in the same condominium area as the narrator, and he dresses in the
story more or less in the same way as real life, as far as the author can
see, but I strongly suggest you do not go out to Singapore just to look for
the real-life kid :).

Singapore Jewelry Boy:

  It seemed only yesterday that I had said goodbye to my wife and two
daughters, and boarded the plane that would finally arrive on the small
island of Singapore, here, where I was now. "Land of the traders" I would
have jokingly called it, since it was recognized as an important trading
center in its recorded history. I landed and booked a room in a hotel (I
forgot the name, since it has been about 10 months). I haddone some surfing
on the net, and finally found a decent looking condominium, known as Parc
Oasis, somewhere at the west edge of the island, in an industrial area known
as Jurong, which had a reputation of being the place in Singapore that was
most often struck by lightning than the other areas, mainly because it was
higher above sea level than the rest of the island. I had a mild interest in
witnessing fork lightning strike the ground and I decided that I would go
and have a look at the place there since I knew that was little risk of
being struck by lightning anyway. And all the bullshit about ghosts haunting
the area didn't put me off either. There seemed to be ghost tales all over
the island anyway, stuff about bomohs (some kind of male witch), ghosts in
the form of beautiful Malay women who killed men but would first rip out a
their genitals (Ouch! That was the only one that actually made me wince.),
and people said that since Jurong was the place with the highest death toll
during World-War II, they could see (or at least hear) ghostly Japanese
troops marching about and shrieking victims who had long died. What the
hell...

  I got a nice place in one of the blocks and it would have been perfect if
not for the high level. Level 20! I was scared stiff of heights but it was
the only one available, the rental from the landlord (I have no idea why he
had bought the place if he wasn't going to live in it. He lived in the
apartment that was just next to mine.) was  quite reasonable. The height was
made up for by that, the fact that it overlooked the Chinese Garden which
was opposite, with its shimmering lake, and the subway (MRT: Mass Rapid
Transit) was easily accessible in a five-minute walk. The Mayfair, which I
learnt was completed less than a year before my arrival, was also nearby,
and there was an patrol station right next to it, which would have been
wonderful if I had my car with me.

  These thoughts run through my head as I lay by the swimming pool, soaking
the ray of the sun in this country of eternal summer. I thought about my
family back in Canada, what they were doing at the moment without me. They
had sent me e-mail which I received on my laptop, and as far as I could see,
they were doing fine without me. It would be winter for them by now. About
3:40pm, I realized, looking at my watch. It was still very bright, and it
only started to get dark at about seven. I decided to try and drift of to
sleep again, but was interrupted by some Japanese toddlers running past me,
shouting and squealing in delight and squeezing water out of some watergun
they were holding threateningly at each other. The place was also popular
with Japanese, besides a few locals and Caucasians like me. Since the
factories were nearby, and this place was rather decent, I guess it was a
good reason why. Realizing that now I would be getting little peace, I
decided to get up and hide under one of the umbrella tables to read the
paper. There was a barbecue nearby, apparently the people involved were
locals, since they had pleasant melodic accent, and a few 'lahs' and all
those extra phrases that they liked to add in to their conversation, which,
honestly, was pretty cute. There were also a few phrases being used that
were obviously curses in the Hokkien dialect and Malay language, but I
understood none of it.

  Then, having finished off the paper, decided to get dressed and go back up
to my apartment for a quick shower, after which I would go down to the
larger of two playgrounds that I discovered in the area for a
quick walk around it and the tennis court, the serenity of the tropical
vegetation of that particular never failing to entice me. If I was lucky, I
might even catch a glimpse of my little angel, who remained, at the moment,
oblivious to my observing him. He was not the only teenage boy whom I
fantasized about in the area, but he
seemed to appear more often compared to the rest (or maybe it's just because
I notice him more easily). He often came down to play badminton with this
brat whom I assumed was his brother at around this time. But if I was going
to have any chance of getting this rare treat, I would have to hurry, and
even then he might not be there, since he didn't seem to have a fixed
routine. Just thinking about him made me aroused and I fantasized about him
as I wanked myself off in the bath. Gripping my hard, uncircumcised cock in
my hand, I stroked it slowly for awhile, then sped up a little, eventually
pounding it somewhat furiously as I imagined I was fucking the boy's ass
(although I knew that that was never going to happen in such a strict
anti-gay place as this), his
face straining with pain and pleasure, hit tight hole being entered by me...
Just as my imagination decided to switch to another one of the boys I
fantasized about, I touched my tip with my thumb once and that was enough to
make me orgasm. I came with a loud moan and my jizz hit the wall in front of
me. I almost slipped and fell in my thrusting into the empty air in front of
me.

  I walked down the small side pavement that lead to the playground, a car
driving past me slowly to make a turn in. My small shower had been in vain,
and already I was beginning to sweat. But I pressed on in the hope of seeing
the kid. When I arrived, he was not there. I looked around carefully, since
he and his partner sometimes played in a different part of the playground,
while being obscured by the metal slide and the other structures mounted
there meant for the fun of active children, due to the wind, I supposed. I
made a full circle
around the place, but he wasn't there, and neither was his brother. There
were only little flocks of children of many races, most under the
supervision of an adult, playing in the area, digging holes in the sand
(this was one of the few playgrounds in Singapore left which had sand). I
was slightly disappointed. I was about to turn and walk about the area when
some funny feeling persuaded me to stay. Soon enough, I caught sight of the
little brat who always accompanied the boy in playing badminton. He was
saying something rapidly and was laughing his head off. He had a natural
curl in his hair and looked around 13, with little common appearances with
his brother, if it was his brother, who was just behind him, my little idol.
He had the average height of a
fourteen-year old Asian boy (which is a quite tiny). With straight hair that
was cut in something that remotely suggested a bowl hair cut, though it
wasn't, and his hair was black until the sunlight hit it, than it became a
pleasant brown that reminded me a bit of chocolate, and looked like it had
been styled a bit by the wind itself. A slight acne problem, but he was
otherwise perfect for an Asian. He looked cute but a bit effeminate, and he
acted that way as well, with fluid movements like the cats I sometimes saw
him spending time with. He also
had pretty fair skin in some parts of his body, that was unusual for Asians.
He trotted up behind his brother, looking down, his eyes always in shadow,
giving him a very mysterious aura. I sat myself down on the piece of
concrete that was meant as a bench and watched them begin playing. My little
boy always had weights attached to his wrists and legs. I did not know why,
because he looked pretty thin. But they did not block out the fact that he
was wearing a blue watch and a bracelet on his left hand, two rings on his
right index finger, one made of gold, and two necklaces. The kid had a thing
for jewelry. He was wearing something special today. Instead of his usual
white jockey-type shirt and a pair of carotene shorts, he had on a blue
sleeveless
shirt and an indigo pair of short that were meant for those athletes (you
know, with the upside-down V opening at each side), and it was so skimpy
that I could see a bulge in it at his crotch since it had been pulled all
the way up. Heck, I knew that his cock couldn't be erect. It was definitely
flaccid at that time. The extra view of his inner thigh made me stare and I
began to drool. I had seen him wear other pairs a couple of times, the pool
and all that, but they were always larger pairs that didn't reveal much.
When he turned his back on
me, my cock, that was already rock-hard, gave a little jump in my jeans. The
shorts barely covered his buttocks! All I had to do was pull it up a little
and I would be seeing a bit of his ass. Of course I didn't do that, but it
just occurred to me. I watched the game progress, him facing my side. He had
an amazing reaction timing that blew me away with the shuttle. He jumped up
onto the opposite concrete bench with little difficulty despite the weights
to get to the shuttle, which had fallen out of his reach when his brat
brother had shot it too
high and too far. Jumping off, he kneeled down to pick up the plastic object
(I noted that he and his brother didn't used feathered ones), before using
his hand to toss it in his brother's direction. The thing was so easy to
hit, and the little troublemaker missed. The little sweetling, upon seeing
his brother's mishap, covered his eyes with his
right hand in an expression of exasperation. The two boys contrasted sharply
in personality. My little one was cool and calm, able to concentrate and hit
each shot more or less with some style and grace. The brother was a fiery
individual who looked like he had enough energy to supply the entire city.
Or at least this small town.

  After awhile, he did the one thing that usually sent me rushing to the
nearby public toilet to wack off. He was wearing a sort of waistpouch, only
that it was those large kind that was meant to be worn so that the bag was
behind you (I think it's called a bumbag or something), and he pulled at the
belt without actually taking it off,
he began to hastily pull his shorts back up, since they were, as always,
threatening to fall off while the bag pulled them down slowly. I sometimes
got a view of his underwear if I looked closely enough (men here usually
only wear briefs for underclothes). This time, I didn't. And they left after
awhile. I noticed the time was 6:00pm. It was time for me to prepare to meet
my colleges at a dinner.

  When I had returned to the condo, I undressed completely and walked to my
room window with a pair of binoculars. I knew that the modest Asians would
not like to see me in the buff, but I knew that the window
would show nothing below my waist and I was quite safe because of that. It
was about 1:00am, and I was letting my eyes wonder around the opposite
block, where my little idol lived. I peered at his apartment, into his room,
through the binoculars, and I noticed a candleflame. 'Weird.' I thought. I
saw candles occasionally
burning in that apartment, but I never knew why. The rest of the lights in
the room came on, and I noticed my little angel was still wide awake, which
wasn't unusual during the November and December vacations, since he could
remain awake until 4:00am sometimes. He was wearing a lilac pair of those
'athlete's pants'. I had seen that pair before. I loved spying on him, and
this reminded me of the first time I came really close to him. I had to meet
a business partner in the same building as his, and on the way down, the
lift stopped on the 17th
floor. In he walked, with an accompanying swish of cold air, and didn't
press the 'close' button. He just let the lift close by itself. He looked
really sexy in that blue shirt of some generic brand and the pair of pants
he was wearing. He didn't look up at me, and when he lifted his head, he
suddenly made eye contact with me. I felt like I had landed in Antartica for
a split second the very moment I looked into his brown eyes, so dark they
were almost black, then he looked down quickly. He wore lots of jewelry for
some reason, and although I am no expert in minerals, but the gems that were
on each accessory looked quite positively genuine to me. When we reached the
ground floor, he got out without a word. I was happily looking at his butt
as he did a positively female catwalk and turned into the area that had all
the mailboxes. I decided it was best for me to walk straight on. I noticed
he gave all strangers a cold look, assuming he looked at them at all. But
his eyes were quite haunting. They always looked so sad, so deep and hollow,
and seemed to be secretly crying out to me.

  When I watch him, I notice he would get on the bed do some luxurious
stretching that was very similar to a cat. I wanted to be able to see him
jack off, but alas, he never did it as far as I could see. His walls looked
a bit off-white, and slightly dirty, like it had been renovated but not
painted over, and there were no posters or
anything of the sort, so it was pretty featureless. Sometimes, though
rarely, he looked like he was meditating. At others, he used the computer,
but there was little sign that he was at all sexually active. And people
constantly walked in and out, so I guess I would never see the parts of his
body which I had wanted so badly to see. This time, however, he went right
to the window, blew off the candle, and looked outside for a long time. I
finally realized that he was staring straight at me! I noticed through the
binoculars, that his eyes were wide open, but they didn't look angry.
Nevertheless, they seemed to pierce into me. I freaked out quickly retreated
back into the room, and satisfied myself in just fantasizing and
masturbation.

  It must have been my lucky day, on the day that soon followed. I was
walking around the pool. He was apparently returning from some outing. He
had a heavy looking bag, was wearing a pair of black cargo pants,
white socks, black sneakers and a lilac shirt of another generic brand (he
only wore cold colors). A crystal pendant hung out from the shirt. He was
walking with a blue umbrella, tapping the ground as he went, making him look
like a little gentleman my eyes. I accidentally dropped my magazine just as
I walked past him (butterfingers), and he bent down and scooped it up from
the floor with one graceful swipe. He handed it to me.
"Thank you." I said, grinning. He looked down the ground for awhile, and
when he looked at me, I noticed he was blushing as he smiled sheepishly.
"You're welcome." He replied, the pleasant local accent quite apparent. The
sun had risen in the Antartica of his eyes and the ice was beginning to melt
a bit. I invited him to sit with me. He accepted, and sat it a posture that
had him fold himself up humbly, his legs clasped together.
"I noticed you around here for awhile. What's your name?" I asked him.
He replied with 'Ozy' and a whole bunch of Chinese words after that which I
found impossible to remember. We chatted for awhile, and I found out a
couple of things about him (I won't bother to go into those details), and
his age, which was fifteen (he looked much younger). His English was quite
good. I had seen him talking with others. He didn't nearly use those extra
phrases after each sentence as often as the other locals whom I have met. He
could also adjust his voice from his usual relatively low voice to a bit of
a high pitch. He also had
unusual hobbies, one of which was jewelry, and he knew alot about
metaphysical properties of minerals, playfully, I asked if he was a witch.
He said no, but he was part of a small unofficial group in his school where
he knew about crystals, one student knew potions, and it went on for awhile.
He didn't talk much, unless I asked him something, and he didn't ask me
anything, though I did tell him I was on a business trip and would be
staying here for at least another year (though he hadn't asked). Pretty
soon, he said he had to leave, and
walked off after saying a quick 'goodbye'.

  I sat back in the satisfaction of having broken some of the ice. We still
had a long way to go if I was going to try and get to know him better. I
still had one full year to stay in Singapore, so I thought it was pretty ok.
I had observed something peculiar about him. He seemed to twitch
spontaneously when I was talking to him, and sometimes when I spied on him
and he was completely still. The soft tapping of the umbrella faded away
gradually as he walked off. We became pretty good friends after that. But I
still stuck to my fantasies, hoping
against hope that I would one day be able to make love to him for real.

  A few weeks later, I saw Ozy shuffling across the bridge that ran over the
pool. He was wearing a green version of his blue sleeveless shirt and the
same indigo athlete's pants that barely covered his butt. I grinned inwardly
and went to meet him. He waved shyly in my direction, mumbling a soft "Hi,
uncle Carl.". I had gotten used to him calling me that, since he had once
told me it was customary in his family and he often practiced it outside.
His left knee suddenly gave away and he fell forward with a gasp. I
panicked, but as luck
would have it, he fell right into my arms. My hands wrapped around his small
body, his legs around my waist, his face brushing against mine. His skin was
cold, almost as if he was dead. My right hand accidentally found itself
clasped around his right asscheek. The other cheek was supported by my right
forearm. They felt really soft yet firm, and extremely sexy. I got a hard-on
instantaneously, and it was a good thing that few people were around, and
none of them seemed to notice. I had lifted him completely off the ground,
and I was surprised that he was quite light. Even though he was a bit
skinny, since he seemed relatively fleshy at other parts. After what seemed
like an eternity, which was really seven seconds, I put him down, and his
face was
burning red (which made him look quite cute).
"Sorry. I don't know what happened...my knee just gave way." He admitted.
"It's ok. Are you alright?" I replied. He nodded.
"Would you like to come over to my place for a drink?" I asked. He looked at
me, silent, unmoving, for a good long five seconds, with a very innocent
look in his eyes. It reminded me of one of those Japanese anime characters
who sometimes had a long period of silence in-between responses.
"Well?" I prompted.
"..Um, ok. My parents won't be expecting me back soon." He agreed. I could
hardly believe my luck. I then led him to my apartment, which was
air-conditioned round the clock.

  Ozy sat, silent, on the sofa, legs pressed together, holding his cup with
both hands. He had strange taste. He had asked me for jasmine-brewed green
tea, and finding out that I didn't have any, he had settled with some syrup.
He seemed unwilling to try a soft drink, saying it was irritating to his
throat. His cup had been half filled
with ice, the other half with syrup. He had drunk most of the fluid, much to
my horror, chewed effortlessly on some ice cubes. I noticed that his canine
teeth were quite a bit larger than the normal person's.
"You like the ice cubes?" I asked.
"Yes. They are hard and crushing them is very satisfying." he looked at my
bookshelf.
"What is that thing up on the bookshelf?" he asked, and I looked up at it
and noticed that he was talking about
the tennis ball that had gotten stuck up there the previous week.
"Oh, that's the tennis ball I was playing around with and it flew up and got
stuck there. It's too high for me to reach, and I suck at jumping." I
answered.
"I'll get it." he said, and in one impossibly high jump, he had swiped it
off the top and landed neatly on the ground.
"That was amazing!" I exclaimed.
"What? I just got back your ball." He said. There was no emphasis on any of
the words, but on hearing 'ball',
I felt my dick stirring. I decided to return to the sofa and talk to him
about something else before I got hard enough for him to notice.

  After sitting there for a long time, I said that I had to go to the loo.
He asked if it was okay if he explored around a bit. I said "Alright, make
yourself at home." and did my business. When I came out, he was walking out
of my room, his face flushed red once again. He looked down at the floor, a
sheepish smile on his face.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I was in your room, and, and...um..." He giggled and flushed again. I
pushed past him, but didn't really notice anything out of the
ordinary...until I noticed my walls still had those pics and posters of
naked guys of all types still stuck on. Guys posing, some in various sex
acts. I hadn't removed them, and I had forgotten to tell him not
to enter that particular room. I was speechless.
"Um, why are those things there?" he asked, with a curious look on his face.
"Well, I like them. Guys turn me on, so I stick pictures all over the place
of them. It keeps me 'up', if you catch my drift." I admitted.
"Look, don't tell anyone, okay?" I hastily requested. I didn't think he
would go round spreading the news, since he didn't look like that sort of
person. But I still wanted to be reassured. If the news ever got out, I was
cooked.
"Worry not. I won't open my mouth." He reassured. Then he added:
"Are you gay?"
"Well, no." I replied. "I'm bisexual. Meaning I like both men and women. I
have a wife and two daughters at home."
"I see." He said, his face flushing red again. Suddenly, he looked up at me.
"Is that why I'm here? You invited me here because you liked me? That must
be why I always see you spying on me when I'm standing at the pool, playing
badminton or even in my room." he said.
"Well, yeah. You're a cute kid. I've fantasized about you quite often." I
admitted. My face was hot and I knew I was blushing at how quickly this kid
caught on and that he wasn't as ignorant as I thought.
"I see." He mumbled, blushing somemore. He glided back into the bedroom, and
I looked questioningly at him. He sat down on the bed.
"I kinda' like you too." He admitted.
"You do?" I squeaked. My throat was tightening up with tension and
excitement.
"Yeah. I'm also flattered to hear that you like me. I myself would like a
strong, hairy guy to be my top also." he teased.
"You're gay?" I asked.
"Well, no. I was pretty asexual...until you came in. Of course, I might
still like a girlfriend, but for now..." He
hugged me. He felt so cold, but I still melted in his arms as I hugged him
back.
"You want me, don't you?" He asked, releasing me. It was a question of
innocent curiosity. As far as I could see, he wasn't trying to seduce me.
"Yes, I do, but you don't need to do this if you don't want to." I assured.
"No, it's not that." he said. I sat down next to him, feeling his bare,
cooling, smooth thigh. He giggled.
"The law is not going to allow us to have sex." I said, then added as an
afterthought, "But I like doing forbidden things. It's more fun that way."
Ozy giggled somemore. He seemed much more open now.
"Well, I suppose we could." He offered, then added, "I'm obviously still a
virgin, if it pleases you to know that
you will be the first to take me."
I grinned. If I eventually got round to having sex with him, I would be the
first to conquer him, and that would
be a great victory compared to the others who would come after me. I wanted
to be the one to take his virginity, but, I told myself, not without the
child's consent.
"Ok, look, I only do 'it' with people on two conditions, and it applies to
both guys and girls." He offered. I was confused. Was he going to ask
for...a gift? Money? I had no idea, but I decided that if it was some
material object, I could only hope I could afford it: I wanted him so badly,
and I didn't care if the authorities executed me for trying to make love to
this boy, provided he did it with me willingly.
"Well, first, you don't have AIDS, do you?." he mumbled, caressing my face
gently as I held his waist where it was exposed by the sleeveless. That was
rather blunt and slightly insensitive a comment, but I was not
offended since I did not have AIDS, and I knew little Ozy was just worried
about his own safety.
"You don't need to worry about that. I'm clean." I replied. My AIDS test had
come out negative.
"Ok. Now, the second rule is that the person must truly love me, as I love
him or her back. I hate loveless sex." He said. I felt relieved. I also
shunned sex that had nothing to do with love. I had done it with my wife,
and I knew I loved her, and with those guys I had gay sex with, I knew had
had crushes on them, and had fallen desperately in love with them too. And I
also loved this little oriental lad, who had now shifted to sitting on my
lap.
"I love you." I said, my chest about to burst. I strengthened my hold on him
so tight I sincerely hope I didn't hurt him, squeezing so hard. He laughed,
his voice sounding like little bells, his body beginning to warm up a
little. I could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against my belly. I began
to cry a little, and he licked away my
tears.
"I love you too." he said. I tried to kiss him, but he was a bit
inexperienced, and he pulled away. I decided that I would also, besides
teaching him lovemaking, have to teach him how to kiss. Telling him to just
try and observe, I kissed him, and slid my tongue in. He got the hang of it
pretty fast, and soon we were kissing as if we had done it all our lives. I
soon got him off me so that I could go and pull the curtains shut.

  When I turned back, he was topless, his green sleeveless tossed folded
neatly in a corner, his small brownish-pink nipples standing out against his
skin that had many various shades. Some parts of his skin was golden-brown,
around his shins and elbow, while other parts were much lighter, he was
almost pale, but all the different shades all blended well together, very
appealing. He had the usual vaccination scar on his left upper-arm. I
grinned as he sat on the bed, looking very sexy, erotic and innocent at the
same time. He was watching me, expressionless, as his bracelet rattled down
his left arm and came to rest, then he lay down. I was driven mad by my lust
and desire for this boy. I hurriedly removed my white polo shirt and
revealed my
thick flesh, hairy and very bear-like. He smiled seductively, and when I
descended down onto him, he pulled himself up to a sitting position once
again, and he scratched under my chin, around my close-shaven beard. I
chuckled and kissed his cheek, then began to kiss down his small, frail and
delicate body, and noticed that he was rather hairless for his age. Was he
extra slow to puberty or what? When I reached his nipples, he squeaked when
I nibbled on each one 'till they grew firm and erect. He giggled when I
tickled his stomach. I smiled at the reaction, and started to pull down his
skimpy pants, catching his underwear along the way. The skin around there
was not dramatically lighter as one would have expected, but it seemed to be
almost the
same color as the areas around. He blushed when his hard penis sprang up,
beautiful and uncircumcised. His testicles were tight and he had only a few
strands of pubic hair. I made him lie back down on the bed, as I went down
and stroked his testicles. I tickled them as well, but I didn't get any
reaction from him. I licked them, and I could see his eyes closed in his
bliss. I decided to go a little further. I slowly lapped my way up his small
shaft, and he started squirming a bit, but not much. I finally reached the
head, and licked around it,
teasing with my tongue. He sighed when my tongue touched the tip, where his
skin was red, and when I touched his piss slit. I slowly took the head in my
mouth, sucking a bit, just to build up heat. I could see his
cheeks, just below his eyes, pinkish, not from embarrassment, but from his
being in heat. I took the rest of his Chinese virgin cock in my mouth with
not much effort on my part. I began to suck him, but gently so that it would
last longer. He tasted wonderful, and the pre-cum was so sweet that for
awhile I had a freak thought that he might be diabetic or something. He
began to thrust a little, and I knew it wouldn't be long. I began sucking
harder, and he was squealing, while grabbing my head and thrusting upwards
to fuck my mouth with his lovely teen cock. I held on to his sexy ass while
he sighed in his pleasure. With a gasp, he came, and after his cock swelled
a little, cum sweet as the highest quality honey shot in with such force and
volume that I
wondered if he ever masturbated on his own. One of my fingers traced the
tight little ring that was nestled between his ass cheeks. It felt really
tight. I soon moved it out, and after about seven spasms, I let go and he
collapsed onto the bed.

  Ozy lay exhausted on my bed, smiling weakly.
"Thanks." he breathed in between small, feeble gasps.
"My pleasure." I said, and I kissed him, letting him taste some of his sweet
cum that he had emptied into my mouth.
"You cum is real sweet. Do you take lots of candy or something?" I asked. He
giggled and blushed. He closed his eyes as he answered,
"No. I can't stand too many sweet things, actually." I decided to leave it
at that and he sat up and rested his head on my chest, inhaling my sweaty
scent. Then he noticed the small hill in my jeans, and pointed at it. I
grinned evilly, letting my jeans and shorts drop to the floor, exposing my
ten-and-a-half inch weapon which stood out from a dense forest of hair. His
eyes bulged and I saw fear and apprehension. I eased him by giving him a
small massage on his shoulders while facing him. He soon eased up the
tension and began smiling. He finally gathered enough courage to try sucking
on my cock. He lay back down on my instruction, and I got on top of him and
fucked his mouth with my mammoth tool, slowly, but without losing any
pleasure. He took it
about halfway into his tiny mouth, and gagged. I pulled out, and asked him
if he was okay. He coughed, and I laughed heartily. Then I looked down to
see him pouting at me. I felt bad for laughing at him since he was still new
at this, and since he was a tiny Asian, I guess I should have expected it.
"Sorry." I said. He smiled and hugged me. He began to suckle on me again,
and this time I was amazed as he took almost all of my cock, except for a
small part that was too little to make any difference. It was quite amazing
for such a small mouth to be able to take such a huge cock. Huge to him, at
least. Like a pro, he began swirling his tongue around my dick, bobbing up
and down on it, and I almost died of bliss. I came for all I was worth, and
he swallowed quite a bit, the remnants leaking out a bit and dribbling down
to his chin. I got off, and watched him as he held his hands at mouth level
and licked all the nearby cum off his face. He wiped the rest off with his
forearm.
"You were great, Ozy. Love ya' sooo much." I whispered in his ear. He
giggled and suggested he call his parents and said he would be staying over
for the night. I jumped with excitement at the idea. Soon, he had
dialed the number. His unsuspecting parents agreed and he put down the phone
after saying "Bye, I love you too!"

  Giggling, he returned to my side on the bed, and suddenly my cock got hard
again. He looked at me.
"Wow. Already? What does it want this time." he asked. I jumped at the
opportunity.
"I want your ass." I answered without hesitation. He stared at me, then
giggled and said, "Okay!"
I went of to get a bottle of Vaseline. When I returned, he was sitting, as
good as gold, on the bed. I made him lie on his back and raised his legs up,
giving me a clear view of his little pink pucker. He suddenly sat up again,
before I had done anything, looking scared out of his wits.
"It's not going to hurt, is it?" he demanded.
"Well, only at first, but if you make it through, the rewards are great." I
replied truthfully.
"Um...well..." he said, uncertain.
"I promise to stop if it hurts too much and you want me to." I said. But he
had already made up his mind.
"No, no. Don't stop. Don't worry about me. Go ahead." He answered, trying to
smile, but it was one of those plastic smiles and I could see he was visibly
scared. I gave him a small massage and it worked him into a relaxed, fully
submissive and receptive state before my superior sexual power. I grinned
with lust as I lubed his ass. As my finger invaded his ass (he winced a bit,
then relaxed as he got used to it), it was so tight that if not or the lube,
I think it would have been stuck inside. I brushed against his prostate, and
he jerked with a squeal of pleasure. I gave a short explanation of his
prostate, and he accepted, falling back into his submissive state. His
little penis was already hardening a bit again. I applied alot to both his
anus and my cock, so as to ensure that pain was minimal.
"You ready?" I asked, spreading his legs apart and raising them. I got a
blank stare in response, but he nodded. I instructed him to try and push and
open his anal muscles so that it was easier for me and him. Being the little
treasure his was, he did as he was told, but his ass was still tight as
anything. I managed the first few inches of my rock hard cock into him. I
heard him gasping in between short, quiet, but painful, "aahhh..."s, and I
observed him opening and closing his hands, sweat pouring as he fidgeted in
despair. I stopped and gave
him time to adjust.
"Painful, painful." He was saying through gritted teeth, his chest rising
and falling rapidly, sweat forming.
"I take that as a compliment." I joked, looking down at him.
"Don't gloat over your conquering me." He grumbled, and giggled, but his
little chuckle was cut short when I attempted to force the rest of myself in
again, and he started wincing again. I eventually managed the rest of myself
in and as my balls collided with his asscheeks, I knew I had just conquered
my little lover. As I slowly thrusted in and out, he relaxed more and more,
and his ass had loosened a little, but was still very tight, adding to the
pleasurable sensation a hundred fold. I slowly sped up bit by bit. I was
glad I had come earlier so now I
wouldn't have an orgasm too soon, though his ass felt really hot. Ozy had
relaxed completely, and looked up at his conqueror (namely me) as I
pleasured him, his legs wrapped around my waist. I began thrusting faster
still, though still quite slowly. Ozy just laid back and enjoyed my giving
him the ride of his life.
"Oh, Ozy, you are so tight and feel so good. I have never felt such a tight
boy-pussy before. I love you so much...I want to make love to you forever."
I whispered in his ear when I bent forward.
"I love you too. I'm yours for the taking whenever you want." He replied. I
took the latter sentence as the signal for me to do as I pleased. I started
pounding him harder and harder into his love chute, panting and moaning as I
did. The sheets were crumpling up as each hard, forceful thrust I gave him
sent him forward. His squealing and sighing told me that he was getting the
pounding of a lifetime. He was giving loud sighs as the monster that was my
prick shoved itself in and out of his rectum, though he, like earlier, never
gave any moaning sounds. I gave a final thrust, moaning as my sperm gushed
his hot teenage ass. He cried as I did this, but I soon realized they were
tears of joy. I kissed him, but I continued pumping my still-hard rod in and
out of his hole, which was still unbelievably tight despite having been
abused by me only a second ago. Ozy looked at me in disbelief as I continued
to fuck him. I believed that I could cum one more time, and even if I
didn't, I wanted to be able to bring him to an orgasm. His small prick was
all the while rubbing against my
chest, in a small spot that had been wet and made slippery by his own
precum, but he still had yet to orgasm, and I felt bad that he was suffering
from the torture of still not having come while I just enjoyed my pumping
his tight hole. I was going to try and make him do so without giving any
more stimulation to his penis than the
rubbing he was already experiencing.

  I eventually came a second time up his hot, tight, teenboy ass, and soon I
heard him gasp as more boyjuice flew out from his cock. I had done it, and I
was also now spent. It was only 4:30pm, and we had until
tomorrow morning. I thought as much as we drifted off to a small afternoon
nap. After the nap, I cleaned the both of us up from the come that had dried
and looked like thin coats of dried glue stuck to Ozy's skin. I got dressed,
but told Ozy that I would like him to spend the rest of his time in my house
naked (I knew that these modest Asians would put their clothes back on by
default) and he complied (except for the jewelry, but I didn't care about
that). I got lewd pleasure out of seeing him run around within the confines
of my house in his birthday suit. I did take his shyness into mind, though,
and shut all the curtains. He didn't like T.V, so he just spent the rest of
the day on goofing off, until it was dinnertime, and I ordered some
fast-food to be delivered. Ozy, thankfully, remembered that he was naked and
kept out of sight from the delivery man. That night, we made love even more,
and his ass was still amazingly tight. He sucked me off once, then I fucked
his ass to several orgasms on my part, then I sucked him off. Then we did
(with some difficulty, since he was a little short) a sixty-nine position,
and it carried on for awhile. I leave it up to your imagination. His stamina
was, though good while it lasted, ran out quickly, and all too soon he lay
exhausted. He said I was free to fuck him while he rested on his stomach
(which I gladly accepted). His stamina regained after awhile and we made
love till midnight. As we lay there, naked, cuddling, looking up at the
ceiling, Ozy told me:
"Here in Asia, you must never bare your chest upwards towards the sky with a
huge space in front of you while sleeping. It tempts the leopard spirit to
pounce on you and suck out your life force." Great, I thought. More
superstition.
"Ha! look who's talking." I shot back, ruffling his hair. He was completely
in the nude (except for the jewelry, of course), as I was, his sexy little
anatomy exposed to the cold air-conditioned air.
"I'm different." he protested. "I am adorned with gems, and all spirits
respect them. Also, I am born in the year of the Tiger, and the leopard
spirits consider me their relative, so they don't touch me. And then, I'm
lying on my side, see? You're facing right up towards the ceiling, and the
spirit will fall right down onto you. Tell you what. Why don't you pull the
blanket over us? That would protect you, and warm us both up even more." I
laughed and did as he suggested. Even if there was no spirit, it sounded
practical. I pulled it over, and we both cuddled up.
"I'm feeling horny." I said suddenly. I looked at him. He did not say
anything, but smiled and began to dive down out of my sight, into the
blanket. I have no idea how he could see in the darkness, but I felt his
warm mouth cover my hard shaft. I groaned, then pulled him off and told him
that I wanted his sweet candy ass.
"You dirty old man." He teased. He still looked so innocent despite having
had sex with me so many times in one day already.
"Me? Old? I'm 34!" I protested, throwing a mockery of a long face. He
giggled.
"Fine, at least dirty and lustful, after young boys like me hor?" He said,
me noticing he had let some of his Singlish slip through into the
conversation (whether intentional or accidental was unknown and
unimportant). I smiled, allowing a sufficient amount of my lust to show on
my face to tell him he was right, and began to position him for a horizontal
spoon position to fuck him as I wet my dick with spit.
"I don't want you to probe me this time 'round." he said suddenly just as my
organ was about to enter his asshole. I was surprised that he would reject
it, and I asked why not.
"It makes me horny too, because it touches my prostate, and I don't want to
be hard." he whined. I understood, but I was a selfish person, and tried to
bargain with him, hoping to have my way.
"Well, I could bring you off after that." I offered.
"No."
"Blow you?"
"No."
He rejected all my offers, and said that he would only agree if I used lube,
since spit was not slippery enough and his ass was STILL amazingly tight,
barely loosened at all, and it would be painful for him, and I was too lazy
to fetch the Vaseline. Once, in desperation of the final dose of sex to cool
my lust, I even offered that he
could fuck me as well, but he did not consider for even a second, insisting
on being a bottom. A streak of brilliance made me suggest teaching him a new
technique in which we would both rub out bodies together. It would last long
enough to bring about a satisfactory orgasm, and the effort and climax would
plunge us straight
into dreamland for sure. He happily agreed and after I stimulated him with
some dirty talk, we soon found ourselves wrapped up in the blanket, safe
from any wondering spirit (though I still think it's all bull that was made
up by locals), as we rubbed our torsos together.
"This was a great idea. It feels so good." Ozy said, giggling and panting. I
agreed, and after half an hour of slow, laborious, and really sexy rubbing,
we both climaxed at the same time, and with our gooey spunk mixed and left
to dry between us, we kissed each other on the cheek, and fell asleep, both
more than satisfied (and completely worn out) from our lovemaking for the
day. It was amazing how much Ozy had changed on that memorable day, from
quiet ice prince into the happy, playful little lover I just couldn't get
enough of. I knew
that I wasn't going to miss my fantasies now that I had the real thing. I
suddenly felt a pang of guilt that is was mostly my fault that he was now
the way he was, some boy sex-slave for my selfish desires, his innocence now
tainted forever because of me. Snuggling up and cuddling his beautiful,
fragile, still-so-innocent-looking body (which had warmed up considerably
compared to the first time I touched him), I dreamed about all the many
other fun times I knew I was going to have with my young newfound lover,
both in and out of bed, and the consequences I couldn't care less about, and
didn't matter much, as long as we loved each other, me and my Ozy.

THE END