Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2002 23:34:00 -0800 (PST) From: Bruce Nathan Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 1 WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 2002 by JO247CUM. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. Gay Extreme Games 1 - Bangkok International Airport It was a long plane ride from LA to Bangkok and it didn't help that the Northwest flight I was on was full. When the plane finally touched down in Bangkok, it was with great anticipation that I stepped out to the transit area of the Bangkok International Airport in Thailand. I am en route to Chiang Mai, where the Gay Extreme Games (GEG) will be held. Thailand offers a huge array of eye-candies. Apart from ogling at the gorgeous Thai men, it is hard to find any shop in South East Asia that actually carries anything remotely containing the idea of being gay. Heck! Yet another well built but not chunky airport official walking past me. Another clean shaven cutie with the soft, well-defined features and clear, unblemished skin and a well-endowed basket. The baggy pants simply cannot hide the asset. I feel my dick coming to life on its own. This is the infinite and oneth time my little friend has taken a life of its own again. Did I tell you how many times I had to jack off in the plane toilet because I was seated beside Nicholas Grant, this hunky Texan in full cowboy attire (boots included)? Well, boots are one of my fetishes and I cum regularly wearing, looking and on them. Go figure. But I digress. Oh! I haven't introduced myself, have I? I am 26 years old. I am a 183cm 72kg dirty blonde-haired guy from LA. I have straggly arms and legs. My abs are faintly washboard, like most pugilists, and I am amply but not overly muscled. My eyes are deep green and deep set. Everyone who knows me say I have a square jaw and a pug nose with handsome features. However, not one fail to tell me that seeing my face gives them an inexplicable urge to want to bash me up. I am really confused by this huge difference in their feelings towards seeing my face but luckily for me, I always had a core group of guy friends who stood by me. I am not the free-fighting sort but in the ring, I am a different person. That's what the guys say. Well. Anyway, Bruce Nathan (me!) has kicked the teeth out of 5 fellows who squared up against him in the kickboxing ring and broke countless arms and legs (not my own of course!). My friends would tell you those and more gory stuff about me but I am not, by nature, a violent person. I prefer clean wholesome activities like body conditioning, reading, traveling and the like. Am I seeing things? Well, the cutie I spotted is actually looking back at me. Our eyes locked. He walked towards me hesitantly and I played the part of a lost tourist and walked towards him as well. God! What is he hiding in his pants? My interest was really aroused. I gave him a quick once over while walking towards him. Probably 175cm and 68kg. Lean and healthy looking. The folds in his lower half of his pants suggest that he has a pair of boots on. The unmistakable fold when the top of the boots cuts into the fabric. I took a good look and saw the yellow streaks in the sole. A pair of Caterpillar boots. My ultimate fetish boots. "You want to go toilet, Sir?" the guy asked in slightly halting, Thai-accented English. "Um... yes. Where is it? Will you accompany me and show me what you have there?" I asked. This was a blatant line and hooker thrown in his direction. No one could have ever missed those black and yellow signs screaming "TOILET" in that airport. "Yes sir. My pleasure. Follow me." He answered, smiling. He took the lead while I followed behind him. I casually slid my hand into my back pocket and fished out my wallet. I have a couple of rubbers left. Thailand, as you know, is one of the world's Aids capitals. It does pay to be careful. We took a long walk to another end of the airport. Meanwhile, he made small talk with me. "Where are you going?" he asked gingerly. "Chiang Mai." I answered. "Very nice place." He commented. "Really?" I asked, rhetorically. "Yes sir. Are you on flight TG 105?" He probed. "Yes, I think so." I was hesitating this time. How did he guess? But what the hell. With two other departing planes for the rest of the day, it is either this or that. "Good sir. You have about 4 hours before boarding. Are you interested to look around?" He asked hopefully. "Well, I don't mind. What do you plan to do?" I was interested but I acted aloof. "My work for the day ended. We can use the Rest Area." "Pathiwon, I don't think I want to spend so much in the Rest Area." He tensed slightly upon hearing his name but his nametag was so darned prominently displayed on his slightly protruding chest that it was hard not to notice. "I am Bruce." I offered. "Mr. Bruce, you don't understand. I can get you a free room." Pathiwon countered. "Seriously, you needn't do this." I protested weakly. "Here we are." Pathiwon walked up to the counter and spoke to the girls in Thai. Next, they gave him a key and Pathiwon brought me to my room. I took a walk down the corridor and realized that there were staff entrances and exits. Looks like Pathiwon is a smart guy. No one would know his whereabouts even if he does not exit where he walked in. I opened the door into a room with a double bed. Once I laid down my onboard luggage, Pathiwon immediately led me to a chair and made me sit down. He proceeded to raise my pants to reveal my full pair of 11-inch high, size 10 Red Wing dark brown work boots. He was in a kneeling position in a flash and he lifted my right leg onto his thigh and began licking earnestly on the sole of my boots. "Another bootlicker." I thought to myself silently. Pathiwon is extremely adept with his tongue. The slurping sounds were unmistakable. So were the loud inhaling noises. I am a versatile boot master. There are times where I would gladly assume the role of a bottom if the boots suit my taste. I make it a point too to wear my boots at least 18 hours a day doing all activities. I sometimes wear them to sleep. This pair that I am wearing is a fully lined boot with full leather upper. I had bought it some 18 months ago and have been wearing it since. It has in effect absorbed the essences of my feet, and my cock. Pathiwon seemed to know that, as he seemed to concentrate sucking more intensely on some areas on the leather upper than others after he had completed the sole. I should do an inspection soon. But before that, I ordered Pathiwon to stop. "Yes, sir." He reluctantly let go of my boots, eyes downcast looking at me. There was a slight unmistakable hint of fear. Perhaps he did not know if I would accept what he had been doing. "Take off your jacket!" I barked. He did so without a second word. "Remove your tie and your shirt." He ripped off his tie in a flash and started furiously unbuttoning his long-sleeved white shirt. I took a good look at his body. Clean and hairless (or did he shave?) without a blemish. I walked up and took in the smell of him. It was that of a full man, simply heavenly. "Take off your belt and give it to me." I ordered. He quickly did so and handed me the leather. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I understood his sense of discomfort almost instantly. His pants were a little loose and all that is keeping them up now is his erect dick. "I want you to remove your pants now." Pathiwon did so with a speed almost never known possible to me. "Yes, sir!" The joy in Pathiwon's reply was unconcealable. Yet another eager boot bottom. He stripped eagerly, showing a tight pair of black thongs, which is shiny probably because of the amount of precum already on it. His 11-incher stood out like a proud flagpole, with about 8 inches of it sticking out of the thong. "You are never to cum before I let you do so or you will have a lot to answer for." I then made him lie on the bed. He tried to remove his boots before going on the bed. I whipped him on the buttocks with his belt. Pathiwon looked at me questioningly. "Just get on to the bed. You must know me: I never give instructions twice without punishing you, and anything I do not say, you will not do." He nodded meekly and laid down. I laid down beside him, facing his boots while he faced mine. "Carry on!" I ordered. Meanwhile, I took in the sight of his booted feet. It was a classic pair of Cat boots. 8-inch high steel-toe black Indianas. One of the few models that I really love. It was not new, judging by the wear on the soles but it really looked well maintained. I gingerly licked the front and found my saliva did not even manage to dampen the surface. Pathiwon has clearly waterproofed the boots well. I took a deep sniff on the boot and the familiar smell of suede polish and leather waterproofing spray hit my nostrils. Beyond that, however, was the powerful smell of a workingman's feet. The slight rank smell of foot sweat and the hint of toe jam. I gingerly pulled off the laces and peeped inside. No socks. The "aroma" of the inside of the boot hit me. I was turned on. "I usually wear thick socks, Sir. But today, I had to remove them after I cummed on another colleague's boots." This was an unsolicited remark that should have culminated in a whipping but given by awkward position, I let it go. But the talk really turned me on. I felt my dick reach iron hard state. Boot talk seldom turns me on so fast. Heck! The foreplay hasn't even started. I looked at Pathiwon and saw a huge wet patch in front of his black thongs, where his precum leaked down the cock shaft and collected. Another leaker, like me. I loosened the laces and removed his boots. There were some beginning toe jam collecting between his toes. I looked at the familiar yellow label in his boots and realized that his constant wearing of his boots had worn out most of the writing. From its size, however, I could still hazard a guess. "Size 10!" I declared. "Yes, Sir!" He replied. "Remove my boots now!" I commanded. "Take off my socks using only your teeth and then it's up to you how you want to clean my legs. I will clean yours." I said, as I cleaned off his legs with a damp towel, which I found on the headboard of the bed. It was mean for us to freshen up. Oh well. I could feel the tender ministrations in removing my boots. Pathiwon did not miss a single thing as he immediately raised the boot and buried his face in it once it came off. I was tempted to kick him for such insolence but I decided to keep accounts for later. "That will be 5 whips!" I commanded. "It's worth it, Sir!" Pathiwon gleefully declared as he did the same to my other side of the boots. By that time, the spot has already covered such a big area of his thong as the head of his dick is leaking more and more cock honey onto the thong. It was then that I realize he is uncut. Once he removed my boots, he eagerly pulled down my socks. He did not even hesitate to suck the essences out of each side of sweaty socks. He proceeded to lick my feet in a most sensuous way. Despite wearing boxers (I'll be damned if I were to wear those skimpy thongs! My pre-cum will wet my trousers!), I saw a damp spot appearing on my thick jeans. I must endure this erotic moment and make it last. Once he finished with my leg, I nudged him slightly. "Remove all my clothes using only your mouth. While doing so, for each time I cum, you will cum 3 times in return." The threat worked well. Pathiwon was cautious in removing all my clothes. The cotton twill shirt came off first. He was extremely fascinated with my ample chest hair. These, I know, will be gone once the competition starts for the GEG. Anyhow, he then removed my Levis belt, my Levis jeans and then he proceeded to help me out of my boxers. This proved rather difficult, as I did not offer him sufficient leverage to get the undergarment down without his face rubbing into my cock. During his third move, I saw him shudder and his eyes rolled for a moment. He flexed upright and then almost collapsed onto me. He flexed his arms against the mattress to stop himself. He was almost on top of me when I finally had a good chance to take a close look at his face. This was a sight I would not forget, for many days to come. Anyhow, his cum shot out in torrents and covered my torso. I picked up my Red Wings and his Cat and covered their surfaces with his cock juice. More work for him later. Nonetheless, he was excited by that prospect of eating his cum off the boots. "Take the boxers off before you have to do it another 3 times!" I demanded rather raspily. He now immediately pulled of my boxers and lay onto me. He rubbed his torso against my iron hard dick and at the same time, he grabbed me and turned me onto him. I started kissing the sides of his neck and playing with his nipples, leaving him to work my cock. Suddenly, I feel cool air on my cum-covered chest. In one fell swoop, he enveloped my throbbing dick in his mouth and began deep throating himself on it. It was amazing how he could take my 12-incher with such ease. "Oh shit! The rubber!" Before I could act on it, I arched my back forward and then buckled under the pressure of cum expulsion. I did not even manage to inform Pathiwon that I was cumming. Anyway, I thought he knew it was inevitable, since he had placed his hands on my balls all the while. Seven intense spasms racked my body as Pathiwon did his best by milking the little beast to its maximum. He swirled his tongue between the corona and the foreskin and tried to tap more of my precious nectar. A while later, I recovered. I got up and put on Pathiwon's Cat boots. Although it has been broken in, it fit perfectly. Taking my cue, Pathiwon put on my Red Wings. The boots were really comfortable and I could see Pathiwon cleaning his cum off my boots. "Let's do something more erotic." I suggested. "Ok, Sir." Pathiwon was agreeable. "We will masturbate each other using the others' boots." I said. Pathiwon immediately laid on the bed while I proceeded to jerk him off using my booted legs. In no time at all, he was all hard and ready to cum again. This time, I took off his boots and collected his cum onto my feet. His 5 sold shots provided enough cum for me to coat my feet before wearing on his boots again. I proceeded to lie down. It's his turn. He deftly rubbed me almost to the edge and then stopped. He took off his boots from my feet and then proceeded to bring me to fruition. He collected all my offerings in his boots. "Why are you doing that?" I asked. "I don't know. I've never done that before. I feel that you are the only person I have ever loved." Pathiwon replied. I was touched. I pulled him close to me and between then and boarding the plane (all of two hours), we made out another 3 times. In between the rounds of passion, we talked. We kissed and hugged as though we were living the last 2 hours of our lives. All my threats were not carried out as Pathiwon was now reaching out to me on a more sublime level. He told me that he had kept himself pure till he met me. Looking into his earnest deep-set brown eyes, it is hard not to believe him. Heck, anyway, there is the AIDS test during the games. Whether or not he was pure, I will know. He has the most kissable lips too, not to mention the well-formed nose that looks most refined compared to my pug nose. Looking at him, I almost see a physical reduction of me in him, those abs, the lean physique and all. He would have been my Oriental brother if I had one. But now, I think he would have preferred to have me as his lover. We parted when I re-checked in to board the plane to Chiang Mai. He promised to meet me when I return and he made me promise to extend my stay in Bangkok by a week. It looks like fun times ahead but first, the let's get to Chiang Mai. bn TO BE CONTINUED (Gay Extreme Games 2 - Nathriwat Pathiwon) Comments welcome. jo247cum@yahoo.com. Constructive criticisms will be seriously looked into. Irresponsible flames will be ignored.