Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2008 17:40:50 +0000 From: Blue Boy Subject: The Asian Sensation This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that involve sex between consenting adult males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law from viewing such material, leave now. Otherwise, enjoy... All comments (good or bad) gratefully received at blueboy3649@hotmail.com THE ASIAN SENSATION I love the sound of electricity on the tracks that precedes the arrival of a train. I took my headphones out as the tracks crackled, and then I saw the train approaching in the distance, its bright headlights in the dark of the night making it look like a ferocious monster racing towards me. But the monster wasn't coming for me, the train came to a halt, the doors opened and I stepped inside. The carriage was fairly busy and there were few spare seats. Straightaway my attention focused on a man sitting by himself -- he must have been in his mid-twenties and he was dressed smartly in a suit so he was obviously a businessman on his way home from work. He had short spiky hair, light brown eyes and he was handsome by anyone's standards. But best of all, he was Asian. Ever since I could remember I'd had a thing about Asian Indian men. And he was one of the finest specimens I'd seen for a long time. Jet black hair, olive skin, just the right amount of stubble. I'd never been with an Indian guy though, maybe it was to do with their culture or whatever, but I just hadn't had much luck finding gay ones. I just wanted to rip his clothes off right now. I snapped back to the here and now and noticed there was a spare seat opposite him. So I walked over and sat down, and in doing so we made eye contact and I smiled at him. Not suggestively but just politely, as you do a stranger on a train. After what seemed like a moment's shock on his face, he politely returned the smile, then looked away. This gave me the perfect opportunity to study him further, and in particular to check out his bulge. Of course it's hard to tell with trousers rather than jeans but there did seem to be a bulge there, or maybe it was just the crease in the trousers. I began to imagine unzipping him, sliding my hand in, feeling his cock, and before I knew it I had a raging hard on. The trouble was I was wearing trackies, so my excitement was almost impossible to hide. And it would be too obvious to try and adjust myself. All I could do was hope he wouldn't notice. But that was asking too much -- he had sussed. He looked down at my raging hard on, then looked up at me, smiled and licked his lips suggestively. Holy shit, was this guy making a pass at me? I quickly realised that there was a possibility he could be, and nervously returned what must have seemed a very sheepish grin. He leaned forward and I instinctively did the same. "See something you like mate?" he whispered. Now I knew I wasn't wasting my time with a fantasy, my confidence returned. "Definitely," I replied with a glance down at his groin. Then, making sure no one was looking, he placed his hand on his thigh and slowly started moving it upwards, until he was squeezing his cock, all the while staring right into my face. My cock was throbbing now and I couldn't help but start rubbing it through my trackies, looking around to make sure no one could see. "This is my stop," he said all of a sudden, as the train slowed down. I couldn't hide my disappointment, and we both quickly re-adjusted ourselves. He stood up and I gave him a weak smile as a goodbye. The train came to a halt and he stood there looking at me while other passengers left the train. "You coming then or what?" It took me a moment to register what he'd said, and another moment to decide what I was going to do. He walked away to leave the train and I quickly stood up and followed him, making it off the train just as the doors closed behind me. "You live round here?" I asked as I walked beside him. "Yeah, just up the road," he replied, and we walked in silence until we got there. My cock was still throbbing, and I had to put my hand in my pocket to keep my hard on down. My heart was pounding as he unlocked the front door and let us in. It was a plush looking apartment in a decent area, probably two or three bedrooms I was guessing, and from the flat and from the trendy suit he was dressed in, I could tell he must have been on good money. Probably an investment banker or stockbroker. But there was no more time to think about any of that, as the sexy Indian grabbed me without warning, pushed me against the wall and then his lips were on mine. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, and we kissed hungrily and feverishly, his stubble brushing softly against my face as we kissed. He pressed his body against mine and I squeezed his arse cheeks as we continued to snog each other's faces off, all over each other like there was no tomorrow. Then he broke off and we both took a breath. He gave me a little smile and started pulling me by my T-shirt towards the bedroom. As soon as we were through the door, he pushed it shut behind him and threw me onto the bed. I was loving his control, I was at his mercy, and ready for his next move. He quickly took off his jacket and threw it aside. "So you want some Indian cock then do ya?" he said, as he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. "Fuck yeah!" came my eager response. He dropped his trousers and his black Calvin Kleins to reveal a thick brown uncut cock, with big low-hanging hairy balls. Before I knew it, he had his hand behind my head to prop it up and he was feeding me seven inches of hot Indian cock. I wrapped my lips tightly around it and got to work, sucking and licking at his shaft as it went in and out of my mouth, my nose going in and out of his thick black pubes. He moaned loudly as I sucked, and I reached round to grab his arse, squeezing and grasping at the hairy flesh. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and slapped my face with it, while I held out my tongue, hungry for more of his hot Indian meat. But he carried on slapping my face and instead my tongue found his balls, taking each one in my mouth, kissing and sucking gently at them. But before long, his hard wet shaft had found its way back into my mouth and he was grabbing my head and fucking my face hard. I couldn't get enough of it. I looked up at him, still sharply dressed in his shirt and tie, and I could tell by his face he was loving my work. I slid my hand underneath his shirt, moving my way up his stomach, feeling his nipples, rubbing his chest. He undid his tie and threw it aside, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. His chest was well toned and quite hairy, exactly the kind of manly chest that I loved, and I ran my hands through the fur, stopping occasionally to pinch at his nipples and make him gasp. Eventually he withdrew from my mouth again and slid down to lay beside me. "Lick me all over," he commanded. I didn't need to be asked twice, I immediately sprang up and started licking that lovely furry chest. I paid special attention to his nipples, gently biting down on them, and I could tell from his moans just how much he enjoyed that. He slid his hands under my T-shirt and stroked my hips and my stomach, gradually moving up to my chest. Soon he had my T-shirt off and as I continued to tongue his chest and stomach, he was rubbing his hands all over mine, pale and smooth though it was compared to his hairy, manly body. His hand now slid under the elastic of my trackies and boxers and he caressed my bare arse, before working his way round to my dick. I let out an uncontrollable groan as I felt his hand touch my throbbing erection and slowly start wanking it. But he made sure the pleasure didn't last too long, and he returned his attention to my arse, and then down my thighs, pulling my trackies down as he did, rendering me stark naked except for my socks. "Your white arse ready for some Indian cock then?" he asked. He didn't even need to ask. I was ready. "Mmmm, fuck yeah." His trousers and my trackies joined the rest of the tossed aside clothes and soon I was on my back with my legs spread wide, knees hitched up to my chest and this gorgeous Indian hunk of a man spitting on his fingers and applying it to my arsehole, lubing me up for his manhood. And then he was inside me. All seven inches of thick brown cock sliding up my tight white arse, making me almost scream with the sensation of half pain half pleasure. With each powerful thrust, I felt his big brown balls slap against my arse, and he continued to fuck me, harder and faster. He leaned forward and put his lips on mine again, I moaned into his mouth and he silenced me by engaging me in another passionate kiss, all the time fucking me harder and harder. I reached down and started wanking my throbbing cock, I was so turned on now that I was close to cumming already. And as his thrusts became more frantic and his moans louder, I could sense that he was too. He withdrew from me, and seconds later he was shooting his load all over my cock and balls. Just as he did so, I felt my orgasm explode inside me, and suddenly were both cumming together, me over my chest, him over my balls, my cock, my pubes, my stomach. Load after hot load of our collective cum covered me, and as our orgasms finally subsided, he lay down next to me as we got our breath back. "You better go and get yourself cleaned up," he said eventually. About half a roll of toilet paper later, my body was finally cum-free again, and I returned to the bedroom to find him dressed again, with my clothes lying on the bed. After a few moments of awkward silence, he gestured to my clothes and said, "You'd better get dressed and get going." "Yeah," I agreed, not really sure what else to say. "You must have stuff to be getting on with." "Yeah," he said. "Plus my wife will be back any second..." I hope you enjoyed this story, please feel free to email me at blueboy3649@hotmail.com with comments.