Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 15:31:02 +0800
From: Joseph Frary <jpfrary@pacific.net.ph>
Subject: Taiwanese Yardboy

	This is a fantasy of my first time.  It happened a long time ago,
and I wish it had happened.  But it didn't.  Let me say at once that I am
not a size freak.  I prefer cocks that will fit easily in my mouth so that
I may caress them with my tongue.  That usually provides a very sensuous
and satisfactory writhing.  Also, I am exclusively oral: I like sucking and
enjoy receiving the jizz in bursts.  I know anal intercourse is bad for the
health: the anal channel is not nearly as tough as the vaginal, so lesions
are inevitable and the anal channel is where the body gets rid of its
filth; urine, on the other hand, is sterile.

	So now to the story.

	As a graduation gift upon my emergence from High School, my parents
gifted me with a free airline ticket to Taiwan to visit a cousin who was
working there.  I was excited by it.  Although I had no erotic attraction
to Chinese, I did to Japanese.  All the Chinese I saw in the United States
either were very skinny and homely or they looked as though they were
carved from lard -- and were homely.  In any event, until I went to Taiwan
my preferences in sexual partners was academic: I was a virgin.

	When I arrived in Taiwan I was surprised and delighted to see that
quite a number of young Chinese males were, in fact, attractive and more
than that.  They were often well built, on the slim side to be sure, but
their proportions were very good.  And then there was their skin!  To call
them `yellow' is as inappropriate as to call us `white.'  Oriental skin
tends to the golden but the range of colors is from ivory to caramel.
Beautiful, sensuous skin and their relative hairlessness means that they
have a silky quality but if they are muscular, as many of them are, the
silk covers steel -- hot steel.

	For my part, I am blond, blue-eyed with a swimmer's build which is,
of course, common among handsome Orientals.  Either the build of swimmers
or of gymnasts.  Both of those builds I find inspires lust.  On the other
hand, weight lifters seem grotesque to me -- as does over large cocks.  In
the latter case, the organs often go off in odd directions or are sharply
bent along their length.  Neither of which I find desirable.

	My cousin had a bungalow on the outskirts of Taipei: a house
surrounded by a wall and between the house and wall there was a garden.
And the bathroom had windows opening onto the garden -- which is important
to the story I am telling.

	One morning shortly after I arrived my cousin went off to work in
the early morning, as usual.  But I stayed abed, suffering from jet-lag.
He had told me that the yardboy would be coming when he was at work.

	When I got up and had breakfast, I went out of doors and there was
the yardboy, working in the flower bed.  His back was to me but he was
wearing only a singlet and pair of shorts (it was summer and the summers in
Taiwan are hot and muggy).  I was transfixed: his shoulders and biceps were
well defined and muscular and light golden brown from the sunlight.  And
his legs were smooth and muscular.  The skin had a kind of glow about it.
His hair was jet black and straight, as is usual for Chinese.  I felt a
tingle in my groin.

	I went over to greet him and when he turned I almost gasped he was
so handsome in a very Chinese way: almond shaped eyes with dark pupils a
handsome, almost beautiful face that was distinctly boyish.  He knew little
English but I learned that he was about my age: 17 going on 18.  Orientals
are usually less mature than Westerners, however, so he looked at least two
years younger.  Moreover, I think he said that in school he was a gymnast.
He certainly looked it.

	In any event, I was quite smitten and my imagination shifted into
overdrive.  As the day wore on I frequently showed up in a place where I
could see him -- usually from a distance so that he wouldn't get alarmed --
or anything like that.

	With every `sighting' of him, I got more agitated and horney.  As I
said, Taiwan summers are hot and muggy and my cousin's bungalow had no air
conditioning.  So in the afternoon, people often took a bath -- there was
no shower at my cousin's either.  So I was lying in the bath, thinking --
and my thoughts wandered -- well, that's not quite right: they charged
toward the vision of the yardboy.  I was imagining kissing him, licking
him, drinking in his cock (and wondering and imagining what it would look
like, taste).  And I turned on my side to masturbate, closing my eyes
better to imagine him.  Suddenly, I felt something like a premonition or
rather that someone was watching: I opened my eyes and saw the yardboy at
the window staring at me.  He disappeared so suddenly that I couldn't be
sure it happened.  But I was mortified and my cock shrunk to less than
normal size.

	Then -- and it couldn't be more than 4 minutes after the panic
attack -- the door to the bathroom opened and the yardboy himself appeared.
Apparently, he had been as startled as I had and after a mere instant of
dithering had decided that he knew my intentions and desires.  Indeed, he
had noticed my frequent sightings of him from the distance and his desire
grew.

	Well, he stepped into the bathroom and his face was transformed
into something full of lust.  As his eyes swept over me, it was like a
physical caress and my body responded as my cock stirred and stood at
attention.  After a moment or two of standing transfixed just inside the
door, drinking in my body, especially my swelling cock, he moved to the
tub, where I was lying, unsure of what to do.  He stood beside me, looking
down at me and I noticed the tent in his shorts.  In one movement, he
removed his singlet and I drew in my breath sharply at the sight: a
beautifully muscled torso with wide shoulders, below which were maroon
nipples the size of quarters below that a definite six-pack.  Then he
removed his shorts, revealing magnificent golden thighs with white briefs
separating the six pack from the thighs.  The briefs showed the outline of
his cock: about five inches of uncircumcised meat.  Like an automaton, I
reached my right hand out of the bath to reach out and lightly caress the
cloth over the cock, leaving a damp spot which became translucent.  But the
yardboy quickly pulled down his briefs revealing his cock in all its
quivering majesty.  Leaping from a patch of coal black straight hair, it
rose at a 45 degree angle.  His foreskin was so scant that there was no
sign of it; just a golden brown column surmounted by a large purple grape.

	I thought I could feel the heat from his cock from where I was
lying.  He knelt beside the tub, leaned over and placed his lips on mine
while his hand sought out my hard cock.  Now I was a virgin and had never
kissed or had any hand but my own on my cock before: so you will understand
the double shock or double thrill I received both at the same time.
Struggling to my side again, my own hand sought out his cock.  I touched
it.  It was hot.  It was soft over hard.  I grasped it; it jumped -- as was
mine!  His kissing lurched upward another notch as we fondled one another.
Then he moved his lips from my mouth, down my chin, throat, chest, belly,
plowing through the dark blond thicket of my pubes until ...  There was a
pause as he leaned back for a good look; then he plunged taking my cock
into his warm oriental mouth to the hilt.

	Such a terrific physical jolt as I had never before received!  I
looked down, past his swelling shoulders, to the jet hair of his head to
his golden, hairless, high cheek boned face to the place where I saw myself
entering his mouth.  It was the first time -- for any of that.  And the
thrill has never repeated itself. The image remains in my mind to this
moment.  He moved his head up and down -- and my cock in and out -- a
couple of times and I almost exploded from a delirium of desire.

	Struggling to disengage myself from the egoism of desire, I looked
back at his cock, throbbing so invitingly in front of me.  I was divided in
my feelings.  On the one hand, was the growing ecstacy below my waist where
he was gently, sensuously sucking my virgin cock.  And at my other end, was
my virgin mouth, watering and desiring to taste, to savor, the beautiful,
tantalizing, enticing member, so obviously wanting urgently to be serviced:
its 5" golden brown length topped by a tense purple glans stretching out
toward my waiting mouth.  Well, consulting all my phantasies, I stretched
out my tongue to meet it; licked it, moved around its periphery before
receiving it -- the glans only -- in my eager and hungry mouth.  Tightening
my lips around the collar of his cock, I slowly slid down its length,
working my tongue around, below, above (until I devoured too much to do so)
until, at length I reached the root, the jet black pubic hair jammed
against my face.  Then I slowly withdrew to the collar and repeated the
move again and again with the Chinese boy becoming increasingly tense.  He
had stopped his movement on my own cock, but with his mouth full of it.

	Suddenly, he went rigid, groaned and began to empty himself into my
mouth in mighty bursts until he went limp -- comparatively, that is. Then,
while I kept my mouth on his relaxing and shrinking member, he resumed his
servicing of me.  All my feeling, all my experience focused on my cock as
it moved toward the moment of complete ecstacy.  Until finally, I poured
myself into a man's mouth for the very first time.

	Afterwards, he helped me to dry off and we went into the bedroom
for more sex.  He left, with most of the yard work done, about half an hour
before my cousin returned.  I was exhausted but happy.

	My Taiwan experiences did not end there, however.  A few days later
I met a couple of Taiwanese soldiers, but that is another story.