Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 14:55:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steve Moreton <stemoreii@yahoo.com>
Subject: Singapore Adventure 7

Singapore Adventure 7
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

Seven

	After boys left, I slept for a while. All this sex, enjoyable
though it had been, was tiring, and not least for the nervous energy I had
ex-pended. My conscience was still pricking me. The boys were quite young,
and what we had done together was clearly illegal, not just in Singapore,
but in most places, and we had certainly done a lot together.

	Eventually, I rationalised that what had happened had been with
their complete consent. No, more, at their request. They had clearly
enjoyed it, and my sole worry at this stage was that their parents, or
somebody else, might find out before I left Singapore. But who would tell
the parents if the boys didn't? I believed I could trust them.

	Having sorted that out, I went out to eat at the hawker stalls near
the statue of the Lion of Singapore, then walked around for a while in the
warm evening. Eventually I reached Orchard Road, dropping in to window shop
in the big shopping plazas as I went, and by about nine-thirty I was having
a drink in the lobby bar of the Hilton. I thought I noticed a nice-looking
Chinese man giving me a few glances, and when I went to the lobby toilet
for a piss, I found him standing alongside me, making it clear, from the
downward glances he was making in the direction of my cock that he was
interested. I turned, smiled and winked, then zipped up, turned around,
washed my hands and went back to my seat in the lobby.

	Within seconds he was sitting opposite me. There seemed something
familiar about him and I thought for a moment that I had met him before,
but then realised I had not. He smiled, and asked if I would like another
drink. I would, and having ordered it, he proceeded to introduce himself.

	"Peter Chow. My card." I read it. He was, it informed me, manager
of Chow Fook Jewellers, Lucky Plaza. Same surname as Benjamin I thought,
but that was probably only coincidence. I introduced myself, and we started
chatting. He was thirty-eight, married, with one child. Tonight he had had
a business meeting and his wife had closed the shop and gone home to the
child. His meeting had finished sooner than he expected and he had an hour
or so to spare before he had to return home. Was I staying at the Hilton?

	When I told him the name of my hotel, he looked disappointed at
first then suddenly brightened up. It was only a few minutes away by taxi,
he suggested, perhaps we can go back to your room for a drink. A drink?
Well, we might do that too, I thought, so after paying for our drinks
(which he insisted on doing), we went out, and after a few minutes got a
taxi.

	In my room, he appeared in no hurry, but sat down and started
chatting again, this time about his family.  He pulled out his wallet to
show me a family photo. "My wife, my son and me," he said proudly. His son?
Yes, of course, you guessed it in one. My sweet little Benjamin.

	I suppressed a grin of delight, commented politely on how nice they
all looked, and found my cock stiffening with anticipation. This was
incredible. Father and son in one day. I said nothing, but put my hand on
his knee. He put down his wallet and literally threw himself at me,
wrapping his arms tightly around my neck, and covering my face with
kisses. His body was pressed tightly against mine and I could feel his hard
cock pressing against me. I put my hand down and started to rub it gently.

	At that, he pulled away and started pulling off his
clothes. "Please, Simon, get undressed! I need you so much!" I was so
turned on by the whole situation, that I was ready for any invitation, and
we were soon naked and lying together, entwined on the bed. He was all over
me, kissing, touching, nibbling at my ears, my nipples, and before long, my
cock and balls. I was giving as good as I got, and getting more and more
excited in the process. Soon we were sixty-nining furiously, and within
moments, he came in my mouth, a lot, in several spurts, and this set me
off, and I came in his. We both swallowed, then lying arms around each
other, we kissed fervently and deeply. I could savour taste of cum on his
tongue, and thought how rarely I tasted my own.

	When we had caught our breath, I asked Peter if he often had sex
with men. Not these days, he said, and he needed it so much. He had been
having sex with other males since he was in high school, and had continued
in the army while doing his national service, but had never had a steady
lover. Then his father had died, and he had had to take over the family
business. His mother had pressed him to marry, and as an obedient and
loving son, he had done so. His wife was a school friend, a good and loving
woman, but not really turned on by sex, and they rarely fucked. They were
content with just the one son. He was bright boy and Peter hoped he would
get into university later, possibly abroad.

	"Do they know anything about your attraction to men?" I asked.

	"Good heavens, no! And I make sure that they don't. I rarely have
the opportunity these days. The way my life is organised, what with the
shop and the family, there is little chance, even if I wanted to. And I
dare not cruise toilets or other public places. The police are too active
here. Our government is very anti-gay, and the police keep any eye on
places where gays might congregate. No, I am lucky if I meet someone once a
year-like tonight." And he smiled and kissed me again.

	"What about your boy? How old is he now? He looks about twelve in
the photo. "

	"Benjamin is thirteen. Just reaching puberty, but I really know
nothing of what he thinks or knows. He would never mention anything about
sex to me, and I would be too embarrassed to ask him!"

	"What if he turned out to be gay?" I asked mischievously, enjoying
my secret.

	"I've never really thought about it....An interesting possibility."
And he smiled, reminding me of his son. "That would be a way out of my
problem. No need for outside contacts. Easy to hide from my wife. And no
danger from the police." He stopped his musing suddenly, and a look of
shock appeared on his face. "I must be mad," he said. "Thinking of such a
thing!"

	I said it wouldn't be the first time or the last that such a thing
had happened. Yes, he admitted, that was true. Sex within families was
probably more common than people thought. He should know. It was his uncle,
just a few years older than he who had taught him. He thought now that age
wasn't important, but he was quite vehement that forcing another person
into sex was immoral.

	As he was speaking, Peter's face lost his serious look, and a smile
of remembrance came over his face.

	"We were living in Malaysia at that time, and my parents had to go
away for a weekend business trip to Thailand, so my uncle was asked to stay
with me, the last of us children still at home. After we came back from
seeing my parents off, Choon Meng and I decided to share my parents' double
bed. We lay there talking about all kinds of things then Choon Meng raised
the matter of sex.

	"It was something I had never talked about with anyone. In my
family we were very modest, and I had never even seen my brothers naked,
let alone talked about sex. And this was true for my schoolmates as well. I
was quite shocked that he should mention it, but, to be honest, I had
thought about it a lot, especially since I had begun to mature
physically. My cock had grown quite a bit and I already had some pubic and
other body hair. I had never had a chance to see any books about sex,
either scientific ones or pornography, and I suppose I was quite innocent.

	"Choon Meng asked me if I knew what masturbation was. Of course I
didn't, and he explained how you could rub your cock until this white
sticky stuff, he called it sperm, shot out. He could show me if I would
like to see. I was quite willing, so he pulled off the covers, and pulled
down his shorts. I had never seen anyone else's erection before, and was
quite fascinated. He pulled back the foreskin and exposed the crown, which
was quite wet. Then he grasped his cock with his hand and started to milk
it. He told me it felt great, and suggested I try it too.

	"I pulled down my shorts and he saw my erection. 'Now do what I am
doing', he told me. So I took my prick in my right hand and started moving
it up and down as he was doing. It felt fine, so I kept going, watching him
all the time. Soon he started to pant a bit, his legs stiffened and then
there it was, shooting out onto his belly. I stopped, but he took my hand
and put it back on my cock, telling me to keep on rubbing. He watched as I
did so, and then, from deep inside me, I felt this wonderful feeling, and a
kind of burning sensation in my cock. I started panting, my heart was
beating furiously, I started to shiver and I came for the first time.

	"Choon Meng asked me how I liked it, and suggested we could do it
again some time. He got a towel, cleaned us both up and we went off to
sleep. Next morning we did it again, only this time we did it to each
other, which I also enjoyed greatly. I really enjoyed the feel of someone
else's hand on my cock and the excitement of doing it to another boy.

	"The next night, as soon as we got to bed, we stripped off our
shorts and grabbed each other's cocks. But this time, Choon Meng suggested
we try it a different way...using our mouths. I was horrified. I had always
been taught that cocks were dirty, and you only touched them with your
hands because you had to. I refused, but Choon Meng offered to do it to me,
saying he'd done it before and it was fun. He bent over me, sucked me into
his mouth and gave me a wonderful and exciting blowjob. When I felt myself
coming, I told him, expecting him to pull away. Instead he sucked even
harder and I shot into his mouth. He kept sucking until there was no more,
then he opened his mouth wide, and I could see my cum on his tongue. He
rolled it around in his mouth then swallowed it.

	"He asked me if I liked that, and when I agreed that it was very
nice, he asked me again to do it to him. I said that if he washed his cock
first, I would try. With some coaching from him in techniques, I was soon
taking his hard cock right into my throat, and soon I felt him stiffen. He
said I didn't have to take it in my mouth if I didn't want to, but by this
time, I had decided I wanted see how it tasted, and soon I felt him
spurting his warm sperm into my mouth. I tasted it with my tongue, and sure
enough, it was quite agreeable, salty but not nasty at all. I swallowed it
down.

	"Choon Meng said I was a fast learner, and he could teach me more
if I wanted. However I was tired, and said maybe in the morning.

	"I woke up next morning with his mouth on my cock, sucking for all
he was worth. When he saw I was awake, he asked me if I would like to try
something else. I said I would so he rolled over onto his back, put his
legs in the air, and told me to put my stiff wet cock in his arsehole. The
idea of it excited me so much that my cock started to get all sticky, and
with his help and directions, I put it against his hole and started to
push. With little effort, it went in, and I was overwhelmed with the
sensation of a warm moist sheath holding tightly onto my prick.

	"At Choon Meng's command, I started to move it in and out, like the
dogs I had seen coupling in the street a few times, and soon the familiar
feeling started in my balls, and before I knew it, I had shot inside his
tight arse. While I was fucking him he had been playing with his prick, and
before I had taken my cock out, he shot a great load on his chest and
belly. I bent forward and licked it all off, then pulled out and rushed for
the bathroom to wash myself clean.

	"By the time I returned from my bathroom, he had cleaned up in my
parents' bathroom, and we went off for our day of sightseeing and eating
together.

	"That night, he fucked me in turn, and from that day on, till my
parents returned, we had a great time. However soon after this he was sent
to the USA to study, and eventually he stayed on there. When I came back to
Singapore, I started looking for sex and found a lot, as I told you. But
now that's almost stopped."

	He finished talking, looked at his watch and sat up. It was time to
leave. I watched him take a quick shower, and dress, then kissed him warmly
before seeing him to the door. He thanked, me, asked me to call him when I
was next in Singapore, and departed.

	For a while, I thought of what had happened that day. It seemed
incredible. I had had sex with both the son and the father, which neither
was aware of, and I now had something extra to share with Benjamin if the
occasion arose. I dropped off to sleep thinking about my good luck.