Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 19:39:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Steve Moreton Subject: Singapore Adventure 3 Singapore Adventure 3 Steve Moreton (stemoreii@yahoo.com) This is a work of fiction. None of the characters is real, the locales are. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. The story was originally posted to Nifty in 1997, and only recently did I find out that some parts were missing, so here it is again, complete. Singapore Adventure(c) Stephen Moreton 2001 Three The next day, I slept in, and later resumed my search for my computer programs. Eventually, about noon, I found the company, and spent the next two hours being trained in using them (or at least, the first phase). It was well after two when I got away, and wandered off in search of somewhere to find a snack. Under a big block of housing units, I found a hawker stall centre, and wandered in to try my luck, knowing that I might be too late. I was lucky, and after a bowl of noodles and some fresh fruit, I went back out into the steamy afternoon. The sun had disappeared, but the clinging heat was still there, and with it, the threat of imminent rain. I had no umbrella, but I always carry my swimming things with me, so I headed back along the road towards a swimming pool I had noticed earlier. When I reached it, I realised it was the one where I had met Benjamin. I went in, struggled with the ticket machine and made my way to the change rooms. Because of the threatening sky, the place was almost empty, but I knew that these afternoon showers were not cold, and I didn't mind swimming in the rain. Having the pool to myself was quite an experience, but after a while, I had had enough, and collecting my clothes from the locker, I went into the empty change room. Empty, did I say? No, when I went to the toilet area, who should I find in a cubicle but two boys, wanking like mad. When I came in, they stopped, and stared at me. I stared back. Benjamin and a friend! I gave no sign of recognition, but peed quickly, then went out to get changed. The boys did not emerge, and I decided that it was better to leave quickly. I took a taxi back to the hotel, and was sitting reading the International Herald Tribune when my phone rang. This time, I guessed it might be him. It was. "Simon! It's Benjamin," came a breathless voice. "Thank you for not saying anything today. That was my friend Christopher. I was teaching him, and he loved it. He's got more hair than me, and he had a lot more stuff, and I got some on my hand and ate it and I really liked it ... but not as much as I liked yours!" All this in almost one long breath. I laughed, and he giggled with me. "What about him?" I asked, "Did he taste yours?" No, he hadn't, but he was coming over for the night and Benjamin planned to teach him "oral sex". I told him that we usually called it cock sucking, or blowjobs (which made him giggle again), and said I hoped he would enjoy it. I hoped that Christopher wouldn't mind. "I don't think he will. After we finished masturbating," (I told him we called it wanking, or pulling off), "we started talking, and he told me he had been looking for someone to play with for a long time. He had seen some older boys doing it once, but had been afraid to try it until now. I feel sure he is gay." "Don't be too sure. Lots of boys your age like to play around, wanking each other, but that doesn't make them gay." " I feel quite sure, from some of the things he's told me, that he is." At that moment, I heard a door open and voices, and then the phone was put down. I thought his parents must have come home, but no, after a moment, he was back. "Simon, are you busy tomorrow? I really want to see you again, and I know you will only be here for a few days. I could come and have lunch with you, if you like." I told him it would be nice to see him again, and to hear how his night with Christopher went. I had plans for the morning, but he could come early in the afternoon. Say two o'clock. He agreed, though I could feel some disappointment in his voice, and he hung up with a nice little "See you then."