Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:53:15 +0000
From: Dan Kiel <dan.kiel@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Singapore sling" - submission

Singapore sling
by Dan Kiel

We had leave in Singapore for 3 nights en route from Japan, headin' Down
Under. A bunch of us went into town late Saturday night and while the guys
went lookin' for trouble and the clap with the sluts off Orchard Road, me
and my mate, Bud, headed for the night markets. We hadn't been in Singapore
before, but I still knew where the best boy pussy was to be had. Got a nose
for sussin' ass, so Bud says.

Bud and me grew up together in Cherryville, NC, went way back to the crib,
and the two of us joined up the same day the Towers came down in NY.
Yessir, Cherryville - lost our cherries in our hometown and developed our
mutual taste for boy cherry there, too. Didn't know what we was lettin'
ourselves in for when we joined up, both bein' 19 then, but after 2 years
in the Gulf, we got posted to Okanawa together. Man, if ever there was a
prescription for getting' addicted to Asian boy cunt... So we was kinda
sorry to be sayin' sayonara but when we heard we was havin' us a few nights
in Singapore, well, we brightened up some.

Sure as eggs, on the balconies above the stalls down one lane, the boys was
hangin' over the rails smilin' down on us. I nudged Bud and we headed down
by a dumplings cart, through a curtained doorway in search of some
dumplings of our own. There was a weird mixed smell of cooking and amyl on
the stairwell. On cue, a door swung open at the top of the stairs as we
reached the landing and one of the boys was standing there, all smiles,
sayin' hi.

I couldn't help my big hand sliding round his little hip and pullin' him
alongside me as we went in to the half-lit club. There was some slow music
comin' outta somewhere, not like some bangin' fag joint back home, and the
boys were smokin' joints and tobacco, loungin' round the place. I picked
out a couple of white faces in vinyl booths, boys' faces curled against em,
or young guys, early twenties, against the bar, lookin' hungry. Poor guys -
still pretty, but over the hill when it comes to providin' the kinda
service most white men are lookin' for in a place like that.

My boy motioned to a couple of his friends and put a small hand in the
middle of my chest, pushing me in the direction of one of the upholstered
booths along the far side of the room, away from the balcony where we'd
first seen him. I glanced round for Bud, and he was all smiles, bless him,
a boy on each arm. The boys were slim and dark and grinnin', probably
couldn't believe their luck getting' the two of us in our whites. Since
joinin' up, Bud and me had worked our bods hard (yeah, an' our bones) and
we was both in damned good shape. As I settled onto a seat, my boy slipped
his little hand under my tee and ran his palm over my six-pack. As the
light caught his face, I thought that he was the prettiest damn little fuck
I'd ever laid eyes on, and his eyes widened as he felt my muscles. The
muscle between my legs got awful hard up right about then, too.

I reached a hand up to the side of his face and stroked his cheek. So soft,
so very soft. He grinned wide and turned his face into my palm to kiss it.

"How old're you?" I said then.

He let out a soft, high laugh: "Eleven!"

Fuck me, eleven, I thought. I looked over to Bud, on the other end of the
vinyl bench, and I saw he hadn't wasted any time. True to form, Bud already
had his pants open and was pressing the head of one boy into his crotch
while he tongue-kissed the tiny mouth of number two.

My boy was watching them and he laughed again.

"You want me like dat?" he said. His wrists, about the width of two of my
fingers, reached around my neck as he pulled himself onto my knees and
moved his beautiful face in close to my lips.

"I want you, baby", I said, I must've barely whispered it, "real bad."

When he kissed me, I could smell the amyl in his little nose, taste it on
his tongue. He was fired to fuck, and I took his hips in my hands and
settled his ass on the bone in my pants. He gently swivelled his pussy in
my crotch as he kissed me, bit my lips. His small mouth barely contained my
tongue. I kissed him hard and pressed him in to my crotch so he knew what
was comin'. He let out little moans and gasped for air as I let his mouth
go now'n'again.

"I wanna fuck you," I told him.

He bit his bottom lip and I just fuckin' melted.

"I very small," he said and kissed me on the nose, "and you very big..."

"You'll be fine, baby," I whispered, and kissed him back. "I'll take care
of you..."

The music shifted, some Chinese version of a French chanteuse. I looked
sidelong to where Bud's head lolled back on the top of the banquette while
his two fuck-toys took turns suckin' and lickin' his bone. In the
half-light, I saw some other boys watchin' and pointin' at the action
between Bud's legs. He had a good cock, thick and uncut, but even Bud
admitted mine was a monster. Smooth and cut, my bone had blue veins in it
that made cocksuckers weep - a seasoned faggot had the time of his life
jerkin' and blowin' my bone, and I'd had my fair share of cocksuckin' gays
goin' down on me.

"Let's find somewhere else," I said.

My boy slipped off my knees and put his little hand in mine. I got up and
let him lead me past a couple of other vinyl booths, one occupied by an
older gent being serviced by what I thought, at first glance, was a chick,
but realised, when I spotted the small hard black bone between her legs,
was a long-haired she-boy, givin' her old feller a real work-out.

Through a door at the back, there was a dark hall lit by a single red
lantern, and my boy turned the handle of the second door on the right. The
room inside had a wooden box and a small lamp alongside a mattress on the
floor. There was one pillow. I was so fuckin' hard now, I could barely keep
my pants on and when the kid slipped his thin tee over his head and began
to unbuckle the big belt round his little waist, I reached out and ran my
hands over his ribs. He giggled as the belt came off in his hands.

"I tickle," he said.

I pulled my own shirt over my head and unbuttoned my pants. I sat on the
floor to pull off my boots but he kneeled in front of me and tore expertly
at the laces, like the boy-whore he was - get em off quick, I could hear
him thinkin'.  As my boots came off, and my socks followed, I caught his
eye watchin' my crotch for the unveiling - man, I could hear that damn
kid's brain clickin' over. I stood up again and gave him a shove in the
chest. He fell backwards onto the mattress in his loose white briefs and
laughed and I stood over him in my tight jocks. My cock was throbbin' as I
took my jocks by the waistband and unpeeled em over my bone and down my big
thighs. The kid gasped.

"You're gonna get it, baby," I told him then. "You're gonna get all of it."

I dropped forward and took him by the hips, forcibly turning him over. I'm
never interested in the cocks of the boys I fuck - it's the pussy I'm into.
Pure pussy-man, that's me. I'm partial to pubescent girl-cunt, too, but
boy-pussy, especially smooth and pre-pubescent, gets me goin' every time. I
pulled this one apart with my hands, one bun in each palm, and spread him
so I could taste his boyhole. As I stabbed my tongue into him, he reared a
little and let out a whimper.

"Oh, oohh... eat me," I heard him say. "Eat me..."

I went into him with my mouth, pulling his butt apart as wide as I could
with my hands. He squirmed and moaned into his pillow and I ate him,
roughly flickin' my tongue across the lips of his tiny cunt and diggin' it
inside. I tasted somethin' sweet, like lube. I was achin' to fuck him but I
thought I had to work his cunt some before I had him. I spat into his hole,
and spat again, and rolled the saliva over his cunt-lips with my flat
tongue. Then I spread him with one hand, my thumb and fingers holding him
open, and forced my other forefinger into him. I pressed it in all the way,
and I felt how wet he was in there, douched and pre-lubed like a grade-A
whore.

"You want some cock, baby? Huh? You want some a this, baby?"

I saw his little hand motioning alongside the mattress and I realised he
had a tube of lube ready for me on the floor. Still spreading his cunt, I
pulled my finger out of him real rough and grabbed the tube. The lid was
already off it and only then I realised that it was past 10 at night and
the kid had probably been fucked already during the day, maybe more than
once, by the kinds of married local businessmen who used the same boys in
the same kinds of places in the Gulf. Man, I was hard then - I wanted to
nail him to the mattress. I squeezed lube over the head of my fat cock,
dumped the tube and took the kid by both hips.

He whimpered some as I forced the crown of my bone into him. I pressed down
into him, shovin' the veiny shaft in and he cried out like a little
puppy. I slid my hand up his narrow, sweaty back and closed my big hand
gently over his mouth. He moaned through my fingers.

"Come on, baby, you can take it," I whispered in his ear. I licked his soft
little throat. "How many other men been in here today, huh? Tell me now,
baby... How many others you had?"

He moaned as I let my hand slip from his mouth onto his shoulder. I fucked
him slowly, sinking my shaft into him, feeling how wet he was, and
withdrawing to just below the crown of my cock. I felt huge inside him, he
was so small, so tight. I felt him push back into me as I withdrew, push
back like a slut, and I knew he was ready. I slid my hands over his back,
over his little buns, and took him tight by the hips. As he let another cry
out I fucked into him, hard and fast, ploughing his cunt. I fucked him
deep, my big balls swinging against his tiny sac. I reached under him and
felt his soft little cock, passive and small, and I thought of the men
who'd sucked him and used him, and the big cocks he'd had in his beautiful
mouth.

Right on cue, the door opened behind me and I turned to see Bud standin'
there, barely buttoned up, his tee slung over his shoulder, smirkin' like
the cat that got the cream.

"Well, look-a here," he muttered, and shut the door behind him.

"Man," I breathed between grunts, "I got me one prize little piece-a boy
pussy here."

The boy sank to his elbows and grabbed his pillow tight under his head.

"Oh... oohhh... fuck me... fuck me..."

Bud sniggered: "Like you need to be told, man!"

I kept up the hard shafting of the kid's cunt as I stretched and lifted his
head off the pillow by a handful of hair.

"This here's my friend", I whispered. "He's had some fun with your friends,
I'd say, but I'd like to see you provide him with some service now, just
the same..."

Bud dropped his tee and was already unbuttoning his pants. His big juicy
half hard cock, still wet with cum and saliva, fell out of his jocks.

"Come on, boy," he said. "Looks to me like you got a hole goin' spare
here."

He forced his cock into my boy's open mouth and began a slow fuck of the
kid's face. The two of us grinned at each other, sharin' the body of that
eleven year old boy like that. Nuthin' nicer than gettin' into a piece of
boy-whore together, I was thinkin'. The kid's body shook under us and he
gasped for air as Bud took his head in his hands and forced his fat cock
right down his throat.

"Man, he's good. He's real good, this slut. Got a mouth on him's sucked a
thousand cocks I reckon."

I had the kid by both brown shoulders now as I fucked him as hard as I'd
ever fucked a faggot.

"An' a cunt on him like a prize whore," I said. Bud sniggered some more and
let out a moan. "Oh, man, think I'm close to lettin' go of my Number 2 load
for ternite!"

"Dump it, man, dump it in his little mouth!" I slammed the boy pussy off
that kid like there was no tomorrow. "I'm gonna seed this cunt right now,
yessir!"

I sank my shaft deep in his ass and felt my load pump and spill inside
him. The boy yelped as Bud pulled out of his mouth and I saw his wad of
man-milk piffle on the kid's lips and drip onto his little pillow. While I
was still in him, the kid's legs gave way under him and he lay flat out on
the mattress. I fucked him a little more, pumping the last of my seed into
him before I pulled out of him, still hard. He curled into my arms.

"Good boy," I whispered in his ear. "Good boy." I saw the cum on his lips
as he smiled in the lamplight. "You like that, baby? Hmmmnn? You like
that?" I kissed the soft nape of his neck. "I reckon some of the boys might
change their minds about where they put their bones tomorrow night when I
tell em about you baby."

Bud was buttoning his cock into his pants: "I'll leave you wit' your bumboy
then, my friend. Catch you later."

I recall the click of the door before I fell asleep with my Singapore
bumboy folded against my chest, already snoozing with contentment.

END

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