Date: Tue, 1 May 2001 14:14:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steve Moreton <stemoreii@yahoo.com>
Subject: Singapore Adventure 8

Singapore Adventure 8
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

Eight

	The morning of my last full day in Singapore was a busy one. I had
purchases to make, mostly souvenirs and gifts for family and friends, and
tailor-made clothes, ordered when I arrived, to collect, so I did not get
back to the hotel, loaded with my booty, until well after two o'clock.

	I had scarcely put down my load when the phone started ringing. It
was Benjamin. He sounded excited.

	"Simon! I've been waiting for you to come back. Is it OK to come
and see you? I really must talk to you!"

	I told him to come, by all means, I looked forward to seeing
him. Within minutes he was ringing at my door. I opened, let him in and as
usual, locked it behind him. He was almost panting as he rushed into my
outstretched arms. I hugged him to my chest, kissing him softly on the
head, and he responded by pulling my face down with his two hands to plant
a warm kiss on my lips.

	"You were quick!" I told him. It turned out he had been waiting
outside near the hotel for my return, and once he saw me, had headed for
the lobby to call my room. I made him sit down and got him a cold drink
before I'd let him talk about anything. Only when he had calmed down a
little did I let him open up.

	"Simon, you won't believe what has happened."

	"Try me," I said, jokingly. He smiled back cautiously, not sure
whether I was serious. "Go on."

	"This morning, my father didn't go in to the shop with my mother as
he usually does. He said he wasn't feeling very well, and would go in later
if he felt better. Then he went back to bed, and Mother went off to work. I
was watching television when he called me in to the bedroom. He was lying
under the covers, and I went and sat down on the edge of the bed.

	"'Benjamin,'" he said, 'you and I should have a talk. We never do,
you know, and I think you are of an age now when we need to clear up a few
things.'

	"I wondered what I had done wrong, and tried to think of anything
that might be a cause of trouble.  I was sure he did not know about
Christopher or you, and I could not think of what it might be. My school
reports were all good, so it couldn't be that, I knew. I was so worried.

	" Papa must have guessed from a look on my face that I was worried,
and he took my hand, and told me there was nothing to worry about. I was a
good boy and he and mother were very pleased with me. It was just that I
was growing up, and we should have a chat.

	"He said not to be embarrassed about what he was going to talk
about, and asked me what I knew about sex. I could not tell him about you
and Christopher, so I told him we had had lessons on reproduction in school
and I knew how babies were made. I fully expected him to talk about that,
but he didn't. He asked me if I knew what masturbation was.

	"I didn't want to let him know how much I did know, so I just said
that I had heard classmates talking about something they called
shaking. Could that be it? I wasn't too clear what they meant, I told
him. He said that was it, and did I want to know what it was? I mumbled
that perhaps I should find out before it was too late and I did the wrong
thing.

	"'Get into bed with me and I'll explain it to you.' Well, I've
always liked to be close to Papa, though he didn't know it, so I climbed
into the bed. I was wearing my shorts and T-shirt, as usual, but when I got
under the covers, I found that Papa wasn't wearing anything. He told me to
come close to him, and he put his arms around me and held me tightly for a
short time, then let me go. I could actually feel his hard cock through my
shorts as he held me. Then he told me to take down my shorts.  He threw the
covers back, and I could see that he was very hard indeed. He told me that
masturbation was like milking a cow only the milk was sperm, the seed used
to make babies.

	"I stared at him open-mouthed. He looked at my stunned face, and
asked me if I would like to watch him do it, so I could learn to do it
properly. It was necessary for one's health, he said. I watched as he
slowly started wanking, my own cock getting harder by the second. Then he
stopped and told me to try it for myself. I copied his actions, and soon
both of us were panting and groaning as we shot almost at the same time.

	"Then he surprised me further by licking up my cum, and asking me
if I wanted to taste his. I copied his action, and soon had tasted and
swallowed Papa's tasty stuff. He told me I was a good boy, and that if I
was good, we could do it again. and there were other things I could learn
if I wanted if I was a good son and didn't tell Mother or anyone. I was
dying to tell him what I already knew from you, but I just couldn't!"

	I wasn't quite sure how to react. Should I tell him about his
father or wait for him to find out. I couldn't make up my mind, so I kept
silent for a moment then asked him how he felt about it.

	"Good, I think. But do you think my father is gay? If he is, it
could be exciting for me.  But he couldn't be, could he? He's married."

	I decided to give him some more facts of life. People could have
all kinds of sexual relations, men and women, men and men, women and women;
some people like sex with both the same and the opposite sex, and there
were a lot of married gays, some even with children. So it was quite
possible that his daddy was gay and that his daddy couldn't go around
having sex with just anyone outside because it could be dangerous. So
perhaps he was trying to teach Benjamin to have sex with him because he
loved him very much and wanted them both to have a lot of fun in life.

	He sat quietly, thinking that one over, then said: "I do love him
very much, and if that's what he wants, why not? After all, if I can do it
with you and Christopher, why not with him? He is, after all, just another
man. I think we are going to have a lot of fun together." And he gave a big
smile.

	He sipped his drink for a while then said, "Can I take a shower -
with you?"

	I undressed him, garment by garment, smothering him with butterfly
kisses as I did so, on his chest and nipples as they were revealed by the
removal of his shirt, then down his little belly as he slipped off his
shorts and undies, and onto his hard little cock and his hairless balls. He
did the same to me as I shed my sweaty garments then hand in hand we went
into the shower.

	We soaped each other carefully several times, Benjamin copying me
as I washed his hair and his ears, his back, his armpits, his pubic region
and his crack, paying special attention to his arsehole. Then we rinsed
off, and I got out and dried him carefully from head to toe, stopping as I
worked my way down to nibble at his ears, his tiny erect nipples and his
sweet little erection. Then he did the same to me.

	Finally, clean, dry and very horny, we made for the bed.

	"Will you do it to me today?" he asked. I knew what he wanted, but
I decided to have a little fun with him. I had decided overnight that I
would try to fuck him, but I was determined to be sure.

	"What do you mean?" I asked. "Do you want to wank? Or give you a
sixty-nine? Or do you want to fuck me again?"

	A slight look of disappointment appeared on his face. I decided to
end the joke. "You want me to fuck you, is that it?"

	"Yes, Simon, yes. You knew that was what I wanted. Will you do it?"

	"If you really want it."

	"I want you to fuck me Simon. Now."

	I put my arms around him and started kissing him again, all
over. He did the same to me, and as we kissed, our cocks hardened and
pressed into each other. I took his little prick into my mouth and started
sucking him, then moved down to his balls and finally to his sweet little
arse. He opened his legs wider to give me access. I sucked it, licked it
and finally started penetrating it with my stiffened tongue tip. He stopped
me then, and went down on me, using his tongue as I had used mine.

	Then it was my turn again. This time I repeated all I had done
before, but then, wetting my finger, I worked it inside him. He murmured
words of encouragement, so I tried for two fingers. They went in easily. I
felt then that he was ready, so I pulled out, reached for my Vaseline, and
quickly greased us both up. Then he put his legs up over my shoulders, I
aimed my hard cock at his hole and started to press.

	For a second or two, he resisted, then slowly the muscle expanded
and the head of my fifteen centimetre long cock slipped in. I held it there
for a while, letting him get used to it.  He was breathing easily, and when
I asked him if he was comfortable, he smiled and nodded. I pressed again,
and slowly, his tight little arse covered more and more of my hard
flesh. Then I was completely inside and my public hair was pressing against
him. Above my cock, his little balls were tight in their silky sack, and
his cock pressed against his belly.

	"Fuck me now," he said. I told him to wank his cock as I fucked
him, and started to move back and forth inside him. His hand kept time with
my cock and soon we were both moving faster and faster. The excitement of
fucking this sweet young boy soon got to me and I could feel myself coming
to the boil.

	"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I cried out as my cum started to work its
way down my cock tube. Then I started shooting my cock juice into his
insides. His hand was a blur of movement, then he too called out that he
was coming, and his little cock jerked, and he shot upwards, more this time
than I had seen him shoot before, onto his belly and chest. I moved forward
and licked it up, before slowly pulling out of his arse. Then I collapsed
on the bed beside him.

	For a few minutes, we lay there in silence. I reached out and
pulled him to me, and kissed him gently. "Well, my little one, how was it?"

	He smiled back at me and said: "I have to say that at first, it was
quite painful, but once I got used to having your cock inside me, the pain
eased and I was really enjoying it. Wanking at the same time was a
wonderful idea. The feeling was great and I didn't think any more about the
pain. Thank you for doing it to me. I hope you liked it too."

	Yes, I assured him, it had been wonderful for me. I had never
fucked anyone so young before, I told him, and the experience was all the
more delightful for that. Maybe one day I would find another boy like him
and do it again, but this time with him would always be very special for
me.

	"Simon, you'll always be special for me too," he said, " for not
only this, but all the other things you've taught me. One day when I'm
older, I hope I'll have a chance to teach some other young boy like I am
now."

	I reminded him about Christopher. That wasn't the same, he
insisted. They were the same age, and he didn't have the experience I had
to teach his friend in quite the same way.

	At this point, I started to feel it was time to clean up, so I
pulled him up and led him to the shower, where we washed away the marks of
our passion. As we were dressing, my wallet fell out of my shorts pocket
and some of my cards spilled on the floor. Benjamin started to pick them
up, and noticed among them the Chow Fook Jewellers' card. He stared at it
in stunned silence.

	"What's the matter, Benjamin?" I asked, realising what he was
looking at.

	"Have you been buying things at this shop?" he asked, looking at me
sharply.

	"No," I replied truthfully, "I met the chap who owns it while I was
having a drink last night, and he gave it to me. Do you know him?"

	"That shop is my father's and this is his card! Did you really meet
him? Did you know who he was?"

	I thought he might as well have the story, so I told him all about
my meeting with his daddy, and what we had done together. As I recounted
the events, Benjamin kept prompting me for every detail, grinning lewdly as
I described our sex together, and passed on to him his father's story.

	"Now I understand about this morning. I've always loved Papa so
much, and now I can go on and show him just how much I care. I will do
whatever he wants me to do."

	"And Christopher? What about him? Will you go on having sex with
him?"

	"Of course. He's my most special friend. I'll do it with him for as
long as he wants to. But", he said with a naughty grin, "if I can find some
other friends who like to do it too, I'll do it with them also!"

	I thought, Singapore doesn't know what is about to hit it!