Joseph by Aussie Guy My first overseas posting was to an Asian country, and I went there complete with wife and kids. We were in a busy, crowded city, and in the dry season, we had week after week of daily temperatures in the high thirties (Celsius), and humidity in the high eighties. Our occasional relief from this weather was to head into the hills, where the Dutch had built a hill station sixty years before, and although the days were still quite warm, the evenings were delightfully cool, and no mosquitoes to share their malaria. On this particular occasion, a number of expatriate families had grouped together, and we shared the rental costs of a large house. We arrived in dribs and drabs, some coming in modest family cars (the missionaries), and some in swank air conditioned patrol cars (the company guys) complete with driver. We arrived to the shouts of kids, as they ran around exploring a new place, and we dumped our luggage inside our rooms, and dropped down in the kitchen for a cold drink, and a bit of a chat. It was a few hours drive from the town, and as it was getting late, the kids hit the sack, and the adults sat around and read and talked. I was becoming bored, so stepped outside to talk to some of the drivers outside, who were squatting around, smoking and talking in their own language. Although I could make myself understood in Indonesian, I was quite pleased to hear one of the drivers speak to me in quite good English, and ask me my name. I told him, and was advised that his name was Joseph. Joseph was about 20, not too big, but a nice smile, and he told me he'd learned English from his former boss, where he had been given his own quarters at the rear of the house. We talked for a while, then I announced that I was going for a walk, so wished them goodnight, and headed out the gate. I heard footsteps behind me, and Joseph came up and asked if he could come with me, as he needed some fresh air. We headed off up the sealed road, where there was no traffic, and enough slope to give some good exercise with the promise of a downhill return later. So we strode off, and as we left the last street lights behind us, Joseph asked if we could hold hands, which is an ancient Asian tradition between friends, but he knew that most Westerners didn't do this. I assured him that I would like to hold hands, and we kept pushing on up the hill, our hands swinging together in the cool night air, until we reached the edge of a forest. I declared a rest, and still breathing heavily for my out of condition lungs, (it must have been the altitude) continued to hold hands. Joseph would give my hand an encouraging squeeze every now and then, which was starting to gently wake up my cock, and make me aware that the night had been pleasant so far. Then I said that it was time we returned. To my surprise, Joseph, who was a guy of few words, asked me what the hurry was, and so saying, he guided my hand over to his cock, and pushed it against him. It was obvious that holding hands had not only started to wake up my little brother, but that it had made Joseph's fully awake, and I was holding one hard cock underneath his track suit. As Joe didn't know my preferences at all (I'm not sure that I did until this night), he was waiting to see what my reaction would be. At the most, I would draw my hand back sharply, and tell him not to do that. But did I? No way. I gently grasped his hard cock, and gave it a few reassuring squeezes. This must have given Joe the right message, because he then reached over and held my cock, which in a short space of time had hardened considerably, and his gentle rubbing was starting to take my mind right off walking. Even though I was wearing fairly heavy jeans, there was no mistaking what condition I was in, and we understood each other's needs immediately. Joseph suddenly took command. He grabbed my hand, and led me off to just inside the forest, and immediately started unbelting and unbuttoning me, his hands going faster and faster. I joined in, and in no time at all, we were both standing bare arsed, facing each other. Although it was pitch dark, we both knew what the other was doing, as we were holding each other's cocks in our hands. Joe was a lot shorter than me, and it gave me quite a thrill to hold him in my arms, and feel his hard cock pushing against me while I hugged him. I don't think I'd ever hugged a guy until that night. Then I felt Joe moving, and for the first time I felt a fantastic new sensation. He had his lips around my cock, and was starting to suck me off. This amazed me, as I had never had the pleasure of such an activity before, and I could feel my balls tightening, and I started thrusting faster and faster. Joe was holding my arse tightly, and moving his finger around behind me, exploring my crack and gently pushing with his finger, while I was into his throat as deep as I could go. Then I felt my cum rising to the surface, and in no time at all, I had pulled out as I was quicker than either of us imagined. With a mighty gasp from me, and a violent surge from within, I shot my load, with Joe just backing off in time to avoid getting the whole lot down his throat. My cum seemed to be covering the forest floor, as every last drop was squeezed out, and I hardly had time to get my breath back, when Joe started thrusting into my hand. I recovered my senses, and although not being sure enough of myself to return Joe's delightful method of getting me off, I started massaging his cock faster and faster, with me standing behind him and holding him with one arm, and my limp cock pushing against him until he too shot his load amongst the pine needles. After we had dressed, and were again walking hand in hand, Joseph explained to me that his former boss had enjoyed his company immensely and had taught him some very nice activities. We all knew that his boss was gay, but it had never entered my head that it was Joseph who was keeping him company in bed. When his boss left, Joe had returned to his brother's house, and was obviously wanting to keep in practice what he had learned. Joe asked me if I would like to see more of him, and having been reassured that indeed I would, we made our way back into the weekender, looking as if we had enjoyed a most pleasant walk, which indeed we had. Part II A few weeks later, Joseph came to the house on a work-related matter, but when he had the chance, asked me to come to his house. I was there the same night, and we made some sort of excuse about going for a drive, and we headed off out of town. We first called in to see some friends at the University staff houses, and I met a bunch of guys who I was told were all gay. There were no spare rooms available so we drove on for a while in the dark, with Joe reaching over from time to time, checking to see that my cock was still hard or semi-hard. It is very difficult to find a quiet place in such a crowded city, but Joe knew what he wanted, and led me off to a clump of bushes not far from the road. Once we were there, he started to get my trousers down as quickly as he could, and judging by the raging stiff he had, he wanted some relief, and quickly. He fished around in a bag, and slapped on some KY, both onto his cock and onto my rectum, and asked me to bend over. This was my first time at anal sex, and I didn't know what to expect. Fortunately Joe was not well-hung, and I guess he didn't raise 5 inches at best. He didn't have a lot of trouble gently easing his hard cock into me, once I'd relaxed a bit. The first time a cock goes in like this must be the same feeling a virgin girl has. It can never happen again, and will always be remembered. I was surprised to feel his pubic hair tickling my butt, and knew that he was all the way in and while I was trying to keep from toppling over into the grass, he hung onto me as tight as he could, and was busy pushing and heaving like a dog on a bitch. Suddenly, he gave a loud gasp, and collapsed across my back. At the same time, I could feel his load shoot into me, and he lay there for a few seconds, twitching and groaning. My cock had been standing erect and raging hard during all this pleasant activity, and without any help from me, I shot my load onto the grass and leaves. The twitching and contractions must have been felt by Joe, as he started groaning aloud again, and then we both had to part, in case we fell over. (he was a lot shorter then me) I can't remember much else that happened that night. I know the mosquitoes were enjoying a feast on my arse. They hadn't seen so much bare white skin in years. No, it wasn't safe sex, but 10 years ago, it wasn't considered a problem, and I had been introduced to a new way of enjoying sex. I haven't done this much since, but I live in hope! Addendum: After my introduction to this nice hobby, I was approached by a cute Indonesian guy, who said his cousin in Bali had given him my address. His cousin was the guy who had originally suggested we head into the bush for a little bit of fun, my first JO with an Asian guy. We reached an arrangement whereby I helped him with his English lessons, and we helped each other with other sorts of lessons. Sometimes he would come with a friend or two, and we'd have some fun in the back of the car, but it was very limited due to space and never a lot of privacy. One night we were driving home, and there must have been four of us in the Toyota, when I stopped to relieve myself in the canal next to the road. As I got back in, one of the guys said not to bother doing up the zip, as he wanted to finish something off with me. So I was at the driver's seat, and the guy next to me was busily sucking me, while I had my head turned around and was working on the guy who had dropped his trousers, and was leaning over my seat. Like many Asians, he was a small guy, but he sure had a mouthful to cope with. I could hear this guy groaning with pleasure, and I would have too if my mouth wasn't so full. Just as things were getting interesting, I noticed two motor-bikes and a car pull up next to and behind my car, and I could hear a radio crackling away. A policeman stepped out, and shone a torch into my face and then down onto where my jeans might have been. The evidence was outstanding! My Indonesian was not so good then, and when I was asked what I was doing, I couldn't think of an appropriate answer. However, my Indonesian friend answered promptly, and said "Sir, we were just playing around".(main-main). This was no doubt quite obvious. The usual mockery of national elections was just around the corner, and tempers were getting frayed and a few demos had already been held. What I hadn't thought of was that the policeman was only interested to know that we were not talking politics. He could see from the evidence that we were not able to talk about anything at the time he caught us, and so he just turned off his torch and suggested we head for home. I went like a rabbit, and chose some less obvious places for our playing around in future.