Date: Sat, 08 Nov 2003 23:41:33 +0800 From: mr malaprop Subject: Living in Asia 01 (M/t anal oral) Living in Asia 01 (M/t anal oral) This is a work of fiction, none of these events happened anywhere except in my foetid and over-active imagination. Like wise all the characters are fictional and do not exist in real life. This story contains descriptions of sex between a man and a teen boy, if you are offended by such material or if it is illegal for you to view it where you are for any reason then I suggest you leave this site now - what were you doing here in the first place? Comments and constructive criticism are welcome at mr_malaprop@graffiti.net Hate mail and flames will be sent to the incinerator immediately so I wouldn't bother, religious fanatics would be better spending their time worrying about their own souls rather than worrying about mine! The entire story is copyrighted c to Mr Malaprop 2003 Living in Asia 01 There are many things I love about living in Asia. The cost of living is one, allowing someone of my modest but independent means to live quite comfortably without working, then there is the climate and thirdly there is the way people leave you alone to live your own life. And the food, of course, fresh, delicious and not fucked about. Oh, and the boys. I have been here pretty constantly for about ten years now ever since I was travelling through and met my boyfriend, who was then still a teenager. I was in my early thirties at the time. We live a nice lifestyle, quiet, contented. I get along well with his family and as far as they and the rest of the world is concerned Stephen works for me. I am sure that many people realize that there is more to it than that but what matters is the outward appearance and as long as we keep that good we can do exactly what we want. Stephen has a nephew, Jacob, who is now 12 years old and who has known me for as far back as he can remember. He is a nice kid, very bright and very affectionate. He is so bright that he has already skipped a grade in school, he also adores his uncle Stephen. His best friend is Freddy, a neighbour in their village and now 13 years old, although he looks the younger [and, to my eyes, cuter] of the two. A few months ago, for the first time, Freddy's dad agreed to his son coming to stay with us so the boys came over for a few days to "the big city" and we showed them around and took them for ice creams and to a fair. They spent a lot of time watching cable TV, particularly the sports. Freddy has known me as long as Jacob has and has always been my shadow whenever we go to the village. In the city it was the same. He held my hand [a common practice between men here] as we walked about and when we went to the fair he stuck to me like glue, a lot of the time he held my hand across his shoulder. I think it was partly to look after me but mostly because for a country boy it was quite an intimidating experience. Ours is a pretty silent friendship as his English is very limited, almost as limited as my command of the [very complex] local language. Even after ten years I probably have less than 100 words. Why bother learning when everyone wants to use me to practice their English? When we got home after the visit to the fair the heavens opened in a huge, torrential tropical thunderstorm and it turns out that both boys are terrified of thunder, which seems strange to me as they have grown up with it - we get a lot of thunderstorms here. It eased off about 10.30 so we all headed off to bed. Half an hour later and it returned heavier than ever and with a huge flash and crash right over the flat, there was no time delay at all - and there wasn't much more delay before the boys were banging on our bedroom door! We let them in and we all sat on the bed and chatted for a while whilst the storm crashed and raged around us. After an hour of this we decided that the only way any of us were going to get any sleep was if Jacob stayed in our room with his uncle Stephen and I went into the guest room with Freddy. They were quite happy with the idea so Freddy and I headed off to the next door room. When the boys had knocked on our door I had hastily pulled on a pair of shorts so I kept them on as I watched the lithe form of the little 13 year old in his little sarong lie down on the big double bed, in this climate we never use a top sheet or any sort of cover, then I switched off the light and crossed the room to join him. I lay down and asked him if he was okay. "Okay?" "Okay." I ruffled his hair in the dark and he slid across the bed and into my arms. With his face being level with mine and with him being a lot shorter I had no trouble working out what it was I could feel pressing into my lower abdomen, the little minx had taken off his sarong and was completely naked pushing his hard little cock into my navel. He whispered just one word into my ear, "Sex." Then his hands started exploring, they were everywhere, they were down my shorts in no time at all and had found my now rock hard dick. "Big," he said - well, it isn't that big but to a 13 year old it must have seemed it. He then kissed me on the lips, "Fuck, fuck'" he said. My hands were doing some exploring of their own by now and had found some lovely round buns and a nice sized hairless boy cock. He broke away from me to pull my shorts off and on the way back up he took my dick in his mouth and managed to get most of it in. I nearly came immediately. He ran his tongue round the head a few times whilst one hand stroked the shaft and then slid down to hold my balls and then slipped beyond them towards my asshole. He turned himself around to present his own dick for my waiting and hungry mouth. I sucked him in the whole way getting a grunt of pleasure as my reward. By this time he was fingering my hole and we were both enjoying the experience. Suddenly he pulled way. "Oil," he said and he headed into the bathroom for the little bottle of coconut oil that we all use here before a bath or shower. He put some in his hand then transferred it on to the fingers from his other hand and went back to fingering my bum. The other, oily hand he used to massage my dick. A huge long, multiple flash of lightning lit up the room and he saw that I am completely shaved around my genitals - "Bald, like me," he said. I looked at his hard young cock with its hairless sac and just kissed it gently. I knew the word in his language for beautiful so I used it. "Over," he said. So I rolled over, the little bugger wanted to fuck me! It took less than a tenth of a second to decide that I was going to let him - and I did. I slipped a pillow under my middle to give him a better target and spread my legs wide. He crawled between my legs and went for it - I could tell this wasn't his first time, he had most certainly done this before. I wondered whether he and Jacob had done this in the same bed the previous night, or even earlier that same evening, and decided they probably had, and I was glad for them. It didn't take him long before he shuddered into me and then collapsed on my back - he hadn't been very big inside me but it had been good. He slipped his dick out and went to the bathroom to wash it then came back and lay down on top of me, now that I had turned on to my back. He kissed me a bit then got the bottle of oil and started rubbing more on my dick. In the half light of the darkened room I could see him smile. "Me now," he whispered. He knelt over me and with one hand holding my dick to guide it to its target he slowly lowered himself on to it. We both gasped a bit as I entered, me from pleasure and him from a little bit of pain. He stopped for a moment, lifted off a bit and then lowered himself again. When the head was mostly inside he started rocking gently backwards and forwards so it went in a little more deeply each time, then suddenly he lowered himself all the way. "Good?" he asked. "Good." In another flash of lightning I saw that he was fully hard again now, the resilience of youth! So I started to stroke him gently as I bucked into him. He had obviously been fucked before as well as he knew how to get into a rhythm of tightening his sphincter muscles, it was driving me wild! My bucking got faster and faster and he met me every time and then I exploded into him, I hadn't had an orgasm like this for years. He stayed there and kept on tightening those damned muscles, it was amazing, my orgasm lasted forever as I pumped more and more cream into this gorgeous little boy. "Stay in," he said, and I did for a while as he lowered himself on to my chest for a long cuddle. He kept clamping down on my dick to keep it interested but eventually, as I was very sleepy by now, it slipped out. He crawled round then and presented me with his dick to suck again so this time I gave him all I had and with two fingers up his bum soon got him trembling. I was surprised that I even got a delicious reward of boy cum at the end, I had guessed he wasn't quite at that stage yet. I then staggered off to the bathroom to wash and came back to my young lover's arms. "Sleep now," he said, "again morning when they asleep." That's another story.