Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1998 14:12:48 +1000
From: masuk@southcom.com.au
Subject: Night in Heaven

A Sorry Tale - and a Night in Heaven	M/M anal/con/Interr/oral/real

This all started about a year and a half ago.  I had lost my first-ever
boyfriend, and there is a saying, `the older they are, the harder they
fall'.  I had fallen madly in love with a Gay Asian Male (GAM), I visited
his hometown where we had a wild week in a hotel and lots of sight-seeing,
but when he came to Australia, my dreams were shattered when he found there
were a lot more of us GWMs than in his home country, and he could pick and
choose.  I wasn't  the chosen one!

In my gloom, I drifted back to my home state, to see my aging parents,
family and friends, and best of all, a new GAM friend who I'd met on the
net, and we'd agreed that we console ourselves with each other's company
for a week.  He kept irreverently referring to our liaison as the `June Bonk'

We had long discussions into the wee small hours, (amongst other things)
and out of this came the suggestion - "instead of worrying about early
retirement; why don't you go and study again, and go to work in Asia
amongst the people you like so much".  From this acorn of a suggestion, I
started making enquiries the next morning, and could see the oak starting
to sprout.  The University said that they only ran post-graduate courses -
go and see someone else.  I was referred around the city, and eventually
heard the suggestion I wanted to hear.  "Yes, we run full-time and
part-time courses in your subject.   But if you live on the other side of
the country, why don't you do it there?"

So I said my farewells to family and my "June Bonk" (who was a marvellous
guy by the way), and started making enquiries nearer to home.  No luck.
The course was only run by one university, and that was 640km away.  I took
the bull by the horns, and enrolled - at some cost.  After a short trip to
Asia to `test the waters' and possibly one or two very cute GAMs I met, I
was fully convinced that Asia was the place I wanted to be in for the next
few years.

The study program involved moving home for six months, finding student
`digs', and settling down to a routine of up to thirteen hours of lectures
and teaching per week, plus assignments, plus plus.  I don't need to remind
you ex-students of the joys of this life.   A big plus was that this city
was full of very cute Asians.  In fact whole parts of the city and suburbs
were rows of Asian shops, theatres, restaurants, and more cute guys...  It
is soooo nice living in a multicultural society. <smile>.  

The big negative was that I am getting on in years, and I was in a strange
new city.  There were plenty of G & L clubs, pubs and restaurants, and my
first few weeks were a continuous round of braving these places, putting up
with the inevitable smoke, and viewing some very nice guys.  It became
obvious though, that there was an over-supply of GWMs and every cute GAM
had a boyfriend very close by.  They were a friendly bunch though, and my
night was sometimes made when a cute Thai lad would give me peck on the
cheek - probably thinking that this silly old bugger needed cheering up.
Why is it that the Thai lads are so adorable and cheeky.  Maybe someone
already told them how nice they are.

So the months wore on, and I took to advertising in our local Pink Board,
an Aussie bulletin board for G&L folk.  Occasionally one would see an
advert come in from the USA or Asia, but it was mainly a local affair.
Lots of guys `n gals seeking company, quite a few GAMs seeking a sugar
daddy to help them through their studies and times of stress.  Sometimes my
plea for some company was answered, but they backed off on discovering my
age.  Bears don't seem too popular amongst many of the GAMs.

However, just to prove me wrong, I had a reply from a Japanese GAM.   He
too was feeling lonely, but he liked older guys and loved hairy chests.  We
met up, and had some nice meals and a great night which included a sauna, a
romp and more sauna.  We were very clean lads by night's end.   We met a
few more times and then we drifted apart.

My studies wore on, and I was feeling pretty lonely, especially as I was
surrounded by Asian students in my digs, and some of these guys were quite
active with their girlfriends, but there were no GAMs that I could tell.
In desperation, I decided to put one more advert in the Pink Pages, and
expected the usual silence.

But to my surprise, a reply came in next day, from a country to the north
of here (it is hardly likely to be south is it?)  No penguin jokes please!
This guy was very interested in older, chubbier, hairy guys and would I
like to reply.  Would I ever!   

Next came a photo of a cute looking but solidly built guy.   We started off
writing.  Pages every day - you know how it is - What do you weigh?  How
long is yours?  Are you cut?  How many different guys?  What are your hobbies?

Tommy was obviously a very experienced youngish guy who had been seeing
other men since he was in his early teens.  He had studied in yet another
country, and knew a lot of GAMs and GWMs there, and left me miles behind in
experience.   Our writing was mixed with rather expensive phone calls
(always mine) and before long the subject of education and the Asian crisis
came up.   As most currencies had been devalued five fold, anyone saving to
study overseas was in for a big shock when it came time to pay for air
fares and University fees.  It was tactfully put to me that I might like to
assist a bit to ensure that Tommy could come to Australia.  A big bonus of
course was that he would move in with me - what more could a cold old bear
want in the middle of a southern winter?

Without thinking a great deal, and taking little heed of an American
pen-pal's warning about getting things in writing, I trundled off to the
bank, and took out a lump of my retirement fund, and thence off to the
University where I paid the course fee.  The copy of the receipt was
obviously faxed north, as an e-mail came in that night, telling me how
absolutely happy everyone was, now that their son and heir could come here
to study.  Not only could he study here, but a house, feed, company -
everything - would be provided.  Oh joy , oh rapture.

I was `interviewed' on a chat line by an older sister, and deemed
satisfactory.  Even an Australian e-pal of Tommy's e-mailed me with a list
of questions.  Obviously I passed muster, as within 48 hours, I was told
that a visa had been issued and Tommy would be on the plane just a few days
later.

I had already moved apartment, and had chosen a place miles from where I
was now working, trying to make ends meet.  But it was convenient to
Tommy's proposed new University.  New furniture was bought, a large fridge,
cupboards, desk, food supplies.  I was preparing my lair for my new cub.

The big day arrived, and there I was, waiting at the airport.  Eventually
Tommy emerged from the customs area, and to my delight, he came over and
gave me a big hug.  We took off to a nearby motel room which I had rented
for the night - complete with a nice bubbly spa bath.  We stripped off,
enjoyed looking at each other, then hopped in and scrubbed and soaped each
other down, and lay in the luxury of each other's arms while the water
bubbled and steamed.

We tried a few good tricks that night, and eventually woke, having had a
memorable first night together.  He had a smallish, bent cock, but we
managed to match up after a few trial runs.   A taxi took us to our new
apartment, and we fell into each other's arms and held each other tightly.
I was so happy - a cute GAM who I could call my own, and I could help him
with his studies and be a big daddy to him.   

Sunday we went walking and exploring the district, and Monday we went over
to the University and tidied up enrollment details and so-on.  Sunday night
and Monday night were repeats - plenty of action, lots of cuddling.  I had
a twinge of doubt when I asked him once again that his HIV tests back home
were clear.   He then told me that he had never had them, although this was
opposite to what he had said earlier.  He was sent off for tests next day,
which luckily were clear.  Because he was very small where the action was,
he was unable to find a condom that would fit him, so we'd been unprotected.

Tuesday early I had to return to work, and when I got home that night, I
prepared a nice big dinner for the two of us.  But no Tommy.   The dinner
got cold, I reheated it and ate mine.  Tommy arrived home latish, having
been at the library and gym and had already eaten.  Oh well, good luck to
him being so diligent I thought.  I had a good massage and liniment rubbed
on a painful shoulder of mine after a nice hug and a shower together.

Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday - late arrival, already eaten.  He didn't
offer to shower with me that night, and when we climbed into bed, he rolled
over on his side and said he wanted to go to sleep early.  I was a bit
miffed, but shrugged it off.  Obviously I was wearing the poor lad out.
Next morning I asked if he was alright, as he was acting differently.  He
asked me if I could tell something had changed, I said that it appeared so,
and then he dropped a bombshell - he had sex the day before with another
guy, someone he had been e-mailing for a long time before we met.

I didn't mind too much, as we had agreed in our first letters that he was a
randy lad and I could not keep up with him.  Let him vent his excess
`energy' elsewhere, as long as he returned home safely.

Thursday.    Tommy did not come home for dinner, but phoned later in the
evening to say he'd met two guys and was staying overnight with them.  That
was fine by me, but the bed seemed awfully lonely.   Friday night I came
home, and a note was on the desk.  He was going to a gay disco with some
friends and then would stay at their country cottage over the weekend and
he would call me sometime.  I felt left out of things, but there was
nothing I could do.   Another lonely night, and the same again on Sunday.
Late Sunday night Tommy arrives home, happy to have been out in the
country-side and seen some of the wild-life.  I suspected nothing, and was
happy that he was meeting new friends.

Monday and Tuesday nights were late nights again .  The poor lad was
obviously working out hard in the gym and in the library.  Wednesday I get
a phone call at work.  Tommy would be going to a gay disco that night and
might not be home.  I didn't know it, but we had already spent our last
night together in bed.

No sign of Tommy except for another note left on my desk during the day.
He would be staying with friends over the weekend again: I was getting
really worried, I guess mainly for my own peace of mind.  What was
happening to my buddy, my cub, my companion?  I started e-mailing and
phoning around his friends.  "Has anyone seen Tommy "?   An old e-pal of
his replied and said it was time I had a talk with Tommy.    Eventually the
dreaded phone call arrived.  Tommy was at his friend's country estate, and
he told me he no longer loved me, and would be moving out as soon as
possible.   I couldn't believe it: we had hardly known each other for more
than a few days, and in spite of all the promises of being faithful to
one-another, let alone a lot of other promises about sticking with me, I
had been dropped like a hot brick!!

I just broke down and cried my eyes out.  What a baby!  The guy I'd put all
my trust, faith and money into, had found another guy, and would shortly be
arriving to take his things with him.  A few hours later, a car pulled up,
and my beloved Tommy emerged.  We held each other tight and my eyes were
running.  I tried for a kiss, but was refused.  I was told not to get too
intimate.  The penny started dropping.  I had been right royally dumped,
and the guy standing outside was my successor.  Long live the King!  Boy oh
boy - was I pissed off!

So all my hopes and aspirations were shattered as he walked out the door
with his cases.  The promise that the University fees would eventually be
repaid fell on uncomprehending ears.  

Over the next few days, I started putting some facts together.  Tommy had
been in touch with a lot of guys before he had ever left his home country.
He started meeting up with some of them almost immediately after he
arrived.  The night he went to the gay disco, he met another guy, and went
home with him.  This was the beginning of my end.

Out of the blue an e-mail arrived from Tommy.  It was formal and starchy.
He felt that in view of our non-existent relationship, he should now call
me `uncle' whenever he wrote to me.  "Uncle!"  I ask you!   One week lovers
in bed together, the next week bloody `uncle'.  I couldn't puzzle this one
out.

Next morning I'm walking the final stage of my long trip to work.  The new
apartment was so bloody inconvenient for work - it was nice and close to
the University though.   The term `uncle' kept going through my head.
Then it dawned on me.   In my desk drawer, tucked away in a file marked
`personal', there was a letter from an old boyfriend of mine overseas.   I
had asked him to come and live and study with me, but he wasn't sure.  He
had replied to say he would love to come and live with me sometime, as long
as I could pay all the airfares. In the meantime I had decided to bring
Tommy to live and love with me.     The letter was addressed `Dear Uncle'!
 Yep, you guessed it.   Someone had been snooping through the mail, and
obviously though that I was still going to bring my `ex' to come and live
with me.

My next reply to Tommy casually mentioned that I had received another
letter from my `ex' who always called me uncle and that I had told him that
someone else was already living with me.  I'm sure he read between the
lines and knew that I had realised that he had been going through my mail.

In between my depression, melancholy, tears, an e-mail had arrived,
reminding me that a social for GAMs and their friends was being held that
night.  Did I still want to come?   I had no desire to hang around an empty
room so full of unhappiness, so I grabbed a train and headed into town.   

The next stage was to catch a tram out to the restaurant, a well-know Thai
eatery, run by some cute gays.  As I got off the tram, my breath was taken
away by a very handsome Asian lad who stepped off with me, but to my
disappointment, he walked past the entrance and kept
 going.   Then to my delight, he back-tracked and was obviously heading up
the same stairs as me.  I did the gentlemanly thing, and even commented on
how pleased I was that he was coming inside.  I was rewarded by a smile
that melted my heart as I held the door open for him.

Once inside we chatted awhile, I learned that his name was Chan. I was
overwhelmed by this guy's good looks, his English, his cute manners.  We
had a few drinks together, mixed a bit with the others, but I kept
gravitating back to Chan, and then we were asked to be seated for the meal.  

I was sorry that he sat amongst a group of other Aussie men, and I thought
that as with most GAMs, he already had a friend there.   The rest of the
evening was taken up by the group at my table.  A really pleasant bunch of
guys.   Of course I had to sit next to the most  gorgeous Asian guy, with
his long black hair neatly tied off in a bow.  We chatted happily
throughout the evening, with occasional interruptions by his 6ft boyfriend
- sitting on the other side of him.  I stole an occasional glance over to
the opposite table, where Chan was happily chatting to the guys there.   He
was sooo beautiful, I couldn't believe it.  I asked around who this cute
guy was, and learned that he was a University student, and did not want to
form a relationship with anyone just yet.

The evening was over all too quickly, and I had a tram and a train to
catch.  I said my goodbyes, and said a special `goodnight' to mister
Handsome.   Much to my delight, he rose from the table, and offered to see
me downstairs.  Wow - such courtesy!   So we went downstairs, and I mumbled
something about hoping I could see him again, and then he made my night -
the whole year in fact.   He reached over and hugged me, and didn't knock
me to the floor when I kissed him on the ear and told him how nice he was.

He told me he hoped we could meet again soon, and I was off to the tram.
The evening was full of mixed emotions - I had been dumped and told I was
not suitable for Tommy, and here I was, hugged by a charming guy telling me
that he hoped we'd meet again.

The next few days were tough ones for me.  I phoned one of the social club
members to chat and I just burst into tears.  He could sense I was pretty
upset, and said wisely that 
I'd get over it.   I asked if he had Chan's e-mail address, which he did.
I sent off an e-mail, telling Chan how much I had enjoyed seeing him and
hoped we could meet again.

Next day at work, I told the boss I was quitting.  I had passed my Uni
exam, and didn't want to stay in the city any longer than I had to.  I gave
notice to my apartment's manager, and started advertising all the things I
had just bought.  To my joy, Chan replied to my e-mail, and said he'd love
to go out with me one night soon.

The next two weeks took forever to roll on.  I worked off my notice at the
office, I had sold most of my things and was now sleeping on the floor in a
sleeping bag.  I was gradually packing everything up, leaving the computer
and phone for the very last.   Chan phoned and we agreed to go out for
dinner that night and then a sauna.  I was over the moon at the prospects
of seeing this delightful guy again.

The old bomb of a car I'd bought off a cousin was going again, and I
steeled myself and drove it into the city.  I left in daylight in case
anything should happen.  It didn't, and I had two hours to kill before the
guy of my dreams was due to show up.   Then an apparition appeared, all
rugged up against the cold.   He had been ill the previous week, but his
smile didn't show this, and lit up my heart completely.

We had dinner at a nice little Asian restaurant and made polite
conversation.  I had to keep fighting off an urge to hold his hand or
stroke his lovely pale skin with just the touch of downy hair showing on
his arms.  I was hoping that he'd not change his mind about going to the
gay sauna.    I hadn't been there before, even though it was only a few
streets from where I had been living in student digs, but I didn't want to
go there solo.

To my great joy, after I had paid the bill, Chan asked me if I still wanted
to go to the sauna - did I ever!   We walked down the street, and I had to
keep fighting this urge to hold his hand.  Neither of were out to the
community in general, so we had to be a bit circumspect.

We walked into the sauna, and I joined up as a member.  Chan was already a
member, and he literally took me by the hand after we had disrobed and
changed into towels only.  He guided me up stairs, through various rooms,
some showing gay movies, others drinking coffee, and past rows of cubicles,
a gymnasium, shower rooms, and finally, a steam room.   Chan led me in, and
both of us took off our glasses as they steamed up.  Through the mist I
could see some guy come up and stand next to Chan.    He started to move
his hands over my new friend, and I was ready to move in and tell this guy
to keep his hands to himself, but I realised that Chan was quite capable of
looking after himself.

Chan looked a cute demure lad in his street clothes, but wearing just a
towel, I could see that he was well muscled, and had read his cv on his
home page.  Self defence was one if his many talents.  When we showered
together, I was further amazed.  This guy was one very cute ball of muscle,
and one of his muscles was a very healthy size!   After Tommy's caterpillar
prick, it was nice to see a normal one again, snugly tucked away in a bunch
of jet black hair.

Chan asked where I'd like to go to next, and of course, I was aching to get
my arms around this beautiful babe, so suggested we try one of the
cubicles.  We groped around in the semi-darkness and eventually found a
cubicle that wasn't in use and the door actually locked properly.   We went
in and laid our towels across the single bed, and lay down together.   We
hugged each other and then we kissed.   Wow, I was in heaven.  This lad
kissed so nicely, and we both couldn't get enough.   We kissed eyes, lips,
nose, nibbled on ears, I even licked his armpit which cause him to break up
in giggles.

Then I started to work down on him, and started on his nipples, but every
so often, I would move up again to savour his sweet lips.  He was just so
beautiful, and even in the dim light, I could see his lovely Asian face
smiling up at me while I feasted on his ears and whispered to my love.
Chan told me that he wished we had met six months earlier.  If only - it
would have saved a lot of heart break and we could have had a lot of fun in
that time.  I started gently licking at his balls, and entwining my fingers
in his lovely black pubic hair.   Then I worked up his hard shaft, slowly
licking my way to the top, then I slowly lowered my lips over his cock tip
and then swallowed as much as I could.  I worked my tongue around and
around his tip, darting my tongue in and out of his piss hole.  I could
taste the sweet saltiness of his pre-cum starting to find its way out, and
I couldn't get enough .  Chan was gently groaning, and I think I was making
him happy.   We traded places for a while, and he sucked me, then we tried
a 69 position and we fucked each other's mouths.

Eventually, the love-making got too much for the both of us, and I asked
Chan if he would like to fuck me.  He slipped on a condom, smeared
lubricant all over, and gently entered me, with my legs in the air.  It was
such bliss.  The guy I had fallen for in a few short hours and here he was,
slipping his beautiful 6 inch length into me.  I guess I was groaning with
pleasure:  Chan certainly was, and he started slipping in and out, faster
and faster.   We changed position a few times, but ended up in the legs-up
position.  Chan was starting to make small groaning noises, and I could
feel him speeding up - then he gave an almighty loud groan, and shot his
load into me.  I was rock hard, and wanting to release my tension too, but
managed to hold on while he pumped everything into me.   We cleaned up and
went hand-in-hand back to the showers where I could admire his beautiful
body again, and I helped him wash down.

I was impatient for more.  I love cuddling and kissing, and Chan was just
the guy for me.   We found another room, and moved in and  I was given the
most delicious massage.  I didn't ask if this was some ancient Chinese
treatment or not - it was so relaxing, and knowing what a wonderful guy was
doing this, I was again in heaven.    We cuddled and kissed a lot more, and
then Chan started jerking off over me.   I helped him along and  tweaked
his nipples and sometimes surfaced for a kiss and a hug.  His hand was
working up and down his cock faster and faster.    Eventually Chan gave
another mighty groan, and shot his load over me.  He hurried to clean up
his mess, but I didn't care a bit.  I was blissful that the guy I adored
had cum twice in one night, in me and on me.  It was so cute.

All too soon, the time came when we had to leave.  We showered once again,
while I admired the cutest arse and cock I have ever seen.  I should
mention that it was not only his body and cock that were a pleasure to look
at.  Chan had the most beautiful Asian face, and a smile that went straight
to my heart.  Maybe I already said that.   He was cute!

I dressed reluctantly and the two of headed out on to the street.  It was
midnight, and the happiest five hours of my life had just occurred.  I took
a photo of him and then went up the street a bit in the tram with my
darling Chan, and then sadly watched him fade into the distance as his tram
moved off.

I haven't seen him since, but his photo came back from the lab recently,
and my heart did a lurch.  It was a great shot, highlighting his charming
smile and not giving a hint of the love, the strength and the charm that
lay beneath.  I sent him a copy, and he thanked me in the nicest way.

Some might call this a one night stand.  I call it much more than that.  I
call it "my night in heaven".

Please don't ask for a scan, `cos there isn't going to be one!  That's just
between me and a wonderful guy.

Post script:   Tommy has written at last.  He tells me he has broken up
with "J".  I've never heard of him.  He left me four weeks ago for a guy
called "G".  Now he has a new address.  Is this number four in his fifth
week here?  Who knows.

He has more or less apologised for being a rat.   Last week I wrote to the
Pink Board people and asked them to put a warning out for guys who might be
as silly as me and fall for this scam.  I know of at least two other guys
my age in this city whose Asian boyfriends are less than faithful to
someone who has put money, love and time towards getting them here to
study, and ensuring their future.   Now I can understand why my USA friend
insisted on a guarantee that if the guy he was sponsoring should run out on
him, his passport would not be returned and his green card returned to US
immigration.  The small matter of repaying the total fees was also included
in the contract.  It seemed tough when I first read of this, but it is
beginning to make a lot of sense now.

The fruit of my studies seems to have paid off, and I have a job in Asia
now.  I leave soon, and there are some cute guys who I've met before, and
they are keen to see me, and not just my wallet.  I'll be on local pay, so
the wallet won't have much in it anyway.  I know these guys are more
interested in true friendship and love than trying to immigrate and study
overseas.

Time will tell.  In the meantime, Chan stands like a beacon in my memory.
Who says East is East and West is West, and the twain shall never meet?

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