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A Couple of Memories
 by STUD WORKER, Club 69 BBS, Philadelphia

I guess I basically like guys about my same age.  I'm not too 
particular about build, but I don't really go for willowy guys.  
The problem with a lot of guys my age is that they bitch too much 
and tend to do "... when I was coming out ..."  stuff, so I usually 
end up with men a few years younger than I.

The exception seems to be asian men.  There is something about a 
Japanese or Viet guy that can really turn me on -- not the very 
frail type, but someone with a well formed body.  I remember Tommy 
who I met while attending a meeting in Washington, DC a number of 
years ago.  Tommy was a Sensei who was attending George Washington 
Medical School.  He was sort of cruising Lafayette Park and I was 
making my way from the downtown bars to the ones up by Dupont 
Circle and intending to go back to my hotel from there.  When we 
saw each other everything just clicked in place.  I think we just 
said "hello" and then kissed right there on the street -- and that 
was something you DIDN'T do in Washington at that time.  We headed 
back to his apartment in Foggy Bottom sort of wrapped around each 
other.  He said his roommate was out of town, but I think it may 
have been his lover because there was only one bed in the 
apartment.  It's a good thing his lover was not there because we 
were into that bed in less than 5 seconds after we got through the 
door.  We spent some time exploring each other (God!  Asians DO 
taste good!) and then Tommy suggested he give me a "Japanese 
shower."  Did that turn out to be an experience!  No, this wasn't 
"water sports", although we did hug and piss after we got into the 
tub.  But, after that, we gave each other a normal shower with a 
little hugging, kissing, groping and sucking.  Tommy made sure that 
both my cock and my asshole were really clean by tasting them 
pretty often to make sure.  Then Tommy said that he would not be 
under the water with me, but, instead, had to support me because 
the shower was apt to make me very weak.

First, he started with a slightly warmer than tepid shower stream, 
constantly moving his hands over my body with a little bit of oil. 
 Then he very gradually lowered the water temperature until it was 
entirely cold.  At that point he did find a nice way to hold me up 
-- seven inches of stiff, Japanese cock slipped comfortably into my 
ass.  Once the water had reached full cold, he started increasing 
the temperature until it was nearly boiling hot.  Because it 
happens so gradually, I didn't realize the extremes of temperature 
that were taking place.  Four or five repetitions of that left me 
limp as the proverbial dishrag and Tommy did almost have to carry 
me to bed.  I don't remember how many times he fucked me that 
night, but I do remember that the sensation of just being so 
totally relaxed while he rode my ass was so good that I kept cuming 
all night.

The next morning we changed places and it was my turn to give Tommy 
a "Japanese shower."  That was when I realized how great the 
temperature differences of the water were.  The end effects, 
though, were just as great as the night before because when we got 
back to bed and I slid into his ass, he was so relaxed it was like 
having a second body molded onto mine.

When we'd finished, I said "screw it" to my meeting and we spent 
the rest of the day together, wandering around Washington, 
sight-seeing, and enjoying each other's company.  I guess we 
realized we both knew about the "roommate" and realized it would be 
over at sundown, but that was over ten years ago and I still 
remember it!

I met Huan after he immigrated to Philadelphia from 'Nam.  Huan was 
typical Hmong, a short, kind of chunky, handsome, muscular guy with 
a temper like a fireball.  And an educated ass that could turn you 
balls on fire.  We had a small problem in that neither of us spoke 
the other's language, but we seemed to overcome that without much 
difficulty: a hand in the crotch said "let's get naked" -- that was 
a little embarrassing when he did it in the middle of Broad Street 
(which he liked to do.) Other, more conventional signs worked for 
other needs.

When Huan did get naked he also got wild!  He had a trick with his 
ass that made me feel like my cock was being jerked off inside him. 
 He would sit on my cock, facing me, and then start doing his 
thing, with this pumping motion in his ass passage.  Strange 
though, he would not touch his own cock while he was doing this.  
He'd keep his hands on my shoulders, kiss a little, and gently move 
his balls against my belly.  But he would cum in buckets.  And he 
always timed his cum with mine, making sure that all his cum landed 
on my face or in my mouth and then moving up to reclaim it with his 
mouth.

Huan always liked to have me sit on his cock, too, when he fucked 
me.  But I was never able to learn his trick and, of course, he 
couldn't explain it to me.  We only went together a short time -- 
he was in a refugee house, so we couldn't live together.  The 
language thing, and Huan's temper finally broke us up.  One night 
after we had fucked, Huan left and, I guess, thought I would stay 
in.  I didn't, and then ran into him in front of one of the gay 
bars.  At that point he threw a shit fit in the middle of 
Philadelphia's main gay street.  Oh well!  It sure was fun while it 
lasted!