Thai had the body of a god; tight, lean, and rippling with muscles in all the right places. I loved waking up with his perfect body against mine, my rising cock wedged between his firm ass cheeks. I was always horny around him; ready to fuck even if we'd already done it three or four times the night before. He was always ready too. He never complained about being too tired or sore. He never said he wasn't in the mood. Many times it was his tossing in bed - which I suspected was intentional - that woke me up in the first place and set the mood for the events to follow.
"Oh, you're awake," he'd say - stretching, yawning, and pressing his fleshy butt against my crotch. He'd make no mention of my erection, but I knew he knew it was there.
I'd run my fingers over his taut six-pack, ruffling the thin patch of hair surrounding his navel and following it down his stomach to his neatly trimmed bush. I'd wrap my fingers around his throbbing manhood. His cock would be just as hard, long, and thick as mine. If not for his ample foreskin, I would have thought it was my own dick. I'd kiss his shoulder and continue to stroke him until my hand was sticky with his pre-cum. It usually didn't take long.
"May I?" I'd whisper.
"Have I ever denied you?"
"No, but there is a first time for everything."
"Never that," he'd answer.
My rock hard dick would already be waiting at his entrance. I knew he wanted it just as much as I did, but I was fond of the seduction. I wanted to hear him tell me how willing he was. Permission granted, I'd slip into him and sigh. His hole would still be open from the last time I fucked him, but the fit was still tight. His cock would swell to new dimensions when I bottomed out in his deep, accepting pit. Sometimes I'd feel the last load I'd left squishing about around my shaft. I especially loved that feeling.
I'd start a gentle thrusting into him. It was different from the sex the night before which was eager and aggressive because we hadn't seen each other in a while. But now, I was in no rush; I wanted it to last; I wanted his hot tightness around me forever.
"Unh. yeah. fuck me, John Paul. Mm, yeah. like that."
I'd stop stroking his dick. I wanted him to last so he could return the favor later. For now, it was his turn and my hands had other ways of occupying themselves. I could gently pinch his nipples; that always drove him wild. I could let him suck his juices off of my fingers, which he also liked to do. I knew he would have preferred to suck the real thing, but it was busy filling another hole at the time. Sometimes, I'd lift his leg up so I could get a better angle and really go deep. He liked that the best, I think. Whenever I'd start with the long deep strokes, he'd start in with the unintelligible moans and whimpers.
"You like that baby?"
"Unh. oooh. yeaaaaa," was all he'd say. I knew what he meant.
Thai had a long neck that was meant for kissing and licking. Luckily, those were some of my favorite pastimes. I usually wouldn't get a long time to lavish his neck with my lips and tongue because, as soon as I started, he'd kick into high gear and really start throwing his ass on me. I knew then that it was time for him to take over, so I'd grab his hips and flip over on my back. Without even breaking our rhythm, he'd follow me over until he was sitting on my groin with my dick firmly planted in his ass.
He'd bounce up and down on the top half a few times, drop down on it, and wiggle his hips to make sure he had it all. When I felt his bloated nuts rolling around on mine and felt the pressure bearing down on my pelvis, it would take all of my self-control not to bust my nut right then and there. It wasn't time for that yet. I wanted to feel him fuck himself with my cock a few more minutes. I wanted to watch his beautiful ass bouncing up and down, and watch my thick, shiny pole disappear into his stretched hole over and over again. Thai was insatiable and tireless. He could ride my dick forever and I'd be happy to let him.
"Slow down, baby. I want to make this last," I'd say, but he never listened. He said he liked the steady THWAP of his ass against my pelvis too much to slow down. More than anything, he loved to feel my cum coating his insides. He'd do anything to get my jizz and, throwing his ass on me like that, he was guaranteed to get it in buckets.
I'd grunt and growl in response to Thai's own animalistic lust. It was infectious. When I grabbed his hips and started meeting his thrusts, he knew his prize was near. He'd lean forward, raise his hips in the air, and let me fuck him for all I was worth.
"Unnnnhhhh! I'm gonna cum!!" I'd warn, but he already knew it was coming.
Gallons of cum would spew from my cock; no matter how many times I'd fucked him before. Thai was guaranteed to get a big juicy load from me - always! I'd be too riled up to even slow down. I'd continue to drive my dick into him even as streams of cum poured out of his abused hole. Having it bubbling up around my plunging shaft was usually enough to make me want to start all over again, but there'd be time for more of that later. It was my turn to get fucked.
Thai was always reluctant to give up his seat on my cock until I reminded him what treat was waiting for him in return. The chance to bury his bone up my ass was all the incentive he needed. I'd turn over on all fours and offered my hole to him, for him to do with as he pleased.
Thai understood and appreciated the importance of teasing as much as I did. That's why he usually spent a great deal of time fingering and licking my ass first. He'd start off with a few swipes of his tongue across my hole, followed by a few gentle, circular strokes around the puckered ring with his finger. He'd torment me by nudging against the tight opening but never with enough force to break the seal. I'd turn around with pleading eyes to see the mischievous grin in his eyes. His thick, rigid cock drooled copious amount of pre-cum onto the sheets below. He wanted to fuck me so badly, but he wanted to hear me ask - no, beg for it. I'd always put up a fight, but there was only so much a man could take.
"C'mon Thai. stop playing around and fuck me," I'd cry.
"Are you sure?" he'd ask, finally sliding his finger into my chute.
"Unhhh. mmm." I couldn't concentrate with his finger tapping against my spot.
"What did you say?" He shoved the digit in deeper.
"I said yes! Please fuck me!" I'd eventually blurt out.
I'd reach around and spread my cheeks apart so he could aim his solid, ten-inch slab at my hole. It was an unnecessary move; Thai knew every inch of my body as if it were his own. He hit the spot, dead center, every time, and then slide all the way into my inviting ass until his pubes bristled against my soft rump. Thai had a long, beautiful cock with a huge, mushroom head that stretched my ass to capacity as it burrowed DEEP into me. It was the perfect tool for fucking and Thai was an expert at handling it.
I liked to press my face and chest flat against the bed so that my ass was completely open to Thai's dick. He'd fuck me deeply and leisurely which was quite the opposite of our normal hard and furious sessions, but it was perfect for the first activity of the day. Thai's hands would roam all over my back, kneading my stiff muscles, while his dick continued its methodical assault on my tingling rectum. With every one of his thrusts, I'd push back against him hoping to get even more of his divine rod deeper within me. It never worked, but sure as hell felt good trying. He always liked it too and, since he couldn't get any deeper, he'd work his hips in a tight circle so that his thick head could poke and prod those nerves that didn't usually get any attention. I'd squeal and moan to let him know what a good job he was doing - like he didn't already know.
He'd fuck me for a long time, although never as long as I hoped he would. Sometimes he'd turn me over so he could see my face contort from his never-ending impaling. He'd say I looked sexy, give me a sloppy kiss then fuck me a little harder. With my ankles in his powerful grip and my legs thrown high in the air, all I could do is lay back and enjoy the incredible sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me.
When he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, I knew he was close. I knew he was trying with every fiber of his being to make it last a little longer. I wouldn't have minded another hour of feeling his fat dickhead hammering into my guts, but I also desperately wanted to feel his hot semen splattering inside my thoroughly reamed hole. With several more bone-shattering thrusts, Thai would finally empty his load into me. His thick, hot goo never trickled or spurted; it always came gushing out in sticky, molten torrents. With his dick already packing my ass to capacity, his jizz had nowhere to go but out. There's nothing more sinfully erotic to me than the feeling of my lover's cum seeping out my ass.
That was how we'd spend most of our mornings together. After cuddling together for a few minutes, we'd get up, shower and get on with the rest of our day. That was the highlight of our infrequent times together. With his modeling career, Thai traveled just as much as I did and it was nearly impossible to coordinate our schedules. But we made sure to find time for each other and, when we did, it was guaranteed to be a few days of wild, exhausting sex.
Sitting in the airport terminal that rainy Wednesday afternoon, impatiently waiting for his delayed flight to arrive, I couldn't help but replay our morning sex ritual in my mind. I squirmed in my chair, trying to reposition and hide my sizable erection. I knew I shouldn't have worn boxers.
I couldn't wait to see Thai. I enjoyed spending time with Thai, not just for the sex, but also for the friendship. We had a lot in common; from our careers, to our interests, and even to our biracial heritage. Thai was half Chinese, half Black. This mix gave him exquisitely beautiful and exotic features that made him so popular in the modeling industry, but more importantly it was what brought us together in the first place.
As close as we had become, we weren't always so. I had agreed to do a photo shoot for a swimsuit calendar as a favor to a friend. Although it was for a good cause, I didn't really want to do the project - it was so cheesy. Thai was the feature model. When I first met him, I thought he was just another incredibly hot, but incredibly dumb model. Thai thought I was another self-righteous and pretentious photographer. He was right about me, but I couldn't have been more wrong about him. It didn't take me long to realize that there were brains and character underneath the pretty wrapping. We started talking one day, about nothing in particular, and kept talking into the wee hours of the morning. It's funny how quickly we forgot our strong preconceived notions of one another and started clicking. For the rest of the shoot, we were inseparable.
After we wrapped up the shooting, Thai suggested one more session. I agreed and he dragged me off to a small pond nestled in the woods. Once we got there, Thai disrobed and revealed the skimpiest swimsuit I'd ever seen. The tiny swatch of silver fabric did nothing to hide his enormous package. I did my best not to notice - a foolish and futile attempt on my part. My eyes were all but popping out of my head and my dick was all but bursting out of my pants. I snapped image after image of him standing thigh-high in the pond. He dunked himself beneath the water cascading then resurfaced. The sight of his rippling, golden-brown muscles glistening in the diffused light was more than my little sex-craved mind could take.
I stopped taking pictures, laid my camera down and waded into the water with my clothes still on. He didn't question me as I approached him and he didn't resist when I leaned in to kiss him. We had sex - incredible, mind-blowing sex - on the shore of the tiny lake, in the wilds of Tibet, to the sounds of chattering, squawking wildlife. Just thinking about the first time he fucked me with that massive cock of his was enough to make me nut in my pants.
My daydream was cut short by a woman's voice over the airport P.A. "Flight 356, from London, is now arriving at gate B-6."
I jumped out of my oversized, yet uncomfortable, vinyl-covered chair and stood anxiously at the open portal. When I saw him - the tenth or eleventh person to disembark - my heart started racing and my hands started sweating. It was so good to see him. It had been almost eight months since we'd seen each other and the prospect of spending a week with him was overwhelming. I'm not one for public displays of affection, but I couldn't resist running up to him, wrapping my arms around him, and giving him the biggest, longest, wettest kiss in the history of kisses.
"Happy to see me?" he asked after he'd had a chance to catch his breath.
"You have no idea," I said, panting. "Let's get your luggage and get the hell out of here."
We threw his stuff in the back of the truck and cruised off into town. Traffic was pretty bad for a Saturday afternoon thanks to an accident and some road construction. We passed the time easily. We hadn't really talked in a few months, so there was a lot of news to share. There was also a lot of groping and kissing to be done. By the time we got back to my apartment, I was so worked up I thought I would burst; but I had an obligation as a host to make sure my guest was well taken care of in all aspects.
"You hungry?" I asked, ushering him through the door.
"Yeah, I'm starving!" he said. "I could stand a shower too," he added.
"Okay. While you're getting cleaned up, I'll fix you something to eat."
"Sounds good," he said then gave me a soft, lingering kiss.
I licked my lips and tasted his flavor as he walked out of the kitchen. He left me feeling oddly invigorated and happy. I spent the next few minutes prancing around the kitchen, gathering the ingredients for the meal. I hummed to the beat of the knife against the cutting board as I chopped up the vegetables for the salad. Even the boiling water seemed to bubble perkily in unison with my happy tune. I'd become so engrossed in singing and cooking that I hadn't noticed the shower start and stop, or Thai sauntering into the kitchen.
"Sounds and smells good," he commented.
"Thanks," I said and smiled at him.
A towel, loosely tied around his hips, was all he had on at the moment, which was just fine by me. He strolled over to the stove where I was standing and wrapped his arms around my waist. The heat radiated from his damp skin and through my linen shirt. He gently kissed me on my neck and said, "Looks good too."
It was the first time we'd ever cuddled like that - other than in our sleep. We'd had a strong friendship and a powerful sexual relationship but, in all our time together, we'd never bridged the gap between friendship and lust with anything remotely romantic. Having him hold me in his arms, gently rocking back and forth while I cooked was new, but it felt good. and it felt right.
"You like sun-dried tomatoes, don't you?"
"Mm hmm."
"What about asparagus?"
"Mm hmm," he answered again, squeezing me tighter.
"You know. if you keep this up, I won't be able to finish cooking."
"That would be alright," he said and then kissed me on the neck - right on the spot that always makes me weak in the knees.
"Thai."
"Okay, okay. I'll behave." He slowly released his hold on me and scampered out of the room.
He came back a few minutes later, wearing a pair of short, cotton gym shorts and a cropped, tank-top with the phrase "contains nudity" printed on the chest in tiny white letters. The words were quite appropriate considering the whole outfit didn't conceal much more than the towel, but he'd hear no complaints from me. He came back just in time to help me set the table and take the food out. We sat down at the table and Thai inspected the small feast I'd prepared for him.
"Wow! I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me. I would have been happy with just a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich."
"I wanted to impress you with my cooking skills."
"You don't need to impress me. I'm already smitten."
I blushed and passed him the salad bowl. Thai wasn't usually one for flowery words and sentiments. Before then, I'd never heard him express his feelings for me - not even to say that he thought I was swell. So, to hear him tell me he was smitten with me was a pleasant, but overwhelming surprise. His declaration left me speechless. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. I stabbed at my food in silence, hoping to find something to ease the tension in the room.
"I missed you," Thai said. It wasn't quite the tension cutter I'd been looking for, but it was a statement I felt better equipped to handle.
"I missed you too," I answered.
"No, I mean I missed you like I'd miss breathing. Being away from you these past few months has been unbearable. Some days I couldn't eat or sleep because I felt so empty and lonely without you. Not a day went by since I left you last time that I haven't thought about you and wondered how you were, what you were doing. who you were with. I'd lay awake at night, worrying that you weren't thinking of me too, but my fears were put to rest every time you called or sent an email. That's when I knew for sure that I was on your mind and suddenly everything was okay. That's how much I missed you."
"Thai, I."
"Shhh," he said, putting his hand on my leg. "You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know."
We ate the rest of our dinner in silence. Thai would occasionally reach over and stroke my thigh. His face bore a constant smile of contentment and liberation. He'd obviously had these feelings on his chest for some time and by revealing them, he'd lifted a great burden off his soul. In doing so, however, he had placed the burden on my heart. For all those years, I'd conditioned myself to think of Thai as a close friend and a fuck buddy - no more, no less - because that's the way I thought he wanted it. I was satisfied with that arrangement. Although he never said as much, I felt compelled to re-evaluate and divulge my feelings for him and, to be quite honest, I wasn't sure what they were. I loved him. but I wasn't sure if I loved him in THAT way. It was all so sudden.
Time seemed to creep by as I considered this new revelation. Finally, we finished our meal and started clearing the table. I decided to wash the dishes by hand to give me time to think, but Thai had other plans. He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.
"The dishes can wait," he said. "I can't."
He didn't have to hint at his desires; I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I'd also been waiting a long time to feel him next to me; inside of me. I leaned into him and kissed him full on the lips. His hands eagerly tugged my shirt out of my pants and up to my chest. I stopped kissing him long enough to raise my arms so he could remove it completely. He tossed it aside and returned to the kiss. His hands cupped my pecs and roughly kneaded them. My nipples reacted immediately - twitching every time his palms passed over them. I sucked on his tongue as it thrashed about inside my mouth while my hands slid down his side and into the elastic waistband of his shorts. I grabbed his firm, round butt and gave it a powerful squeeze. His hips thrust forward, driving his plump package into mine.
He was hard already - I wasn't surprised. He was forever hard and ready for fucking, which is just the way I liked it. I slid my hands further down his smooth ass and pushed his shorts off his hips. His dick sprang free and hit me square in the crotch. I broke off the kiss to look down at his stiff monster. It had been so long since I had gazed at the thick, golden staff. so long since I had touched it. Thai moaned softly when my fingers wrapped around his pole and started to squeeze it. He showered my face and neck with kisses as I drew the pre-cum from his cock. My fingers were sticky with his goo.
"I want you naked and bent over the counter NOW," he said firmly.
I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to play with his cock a little longer, but he obviously was eager to fill my ass - just as eager as I was to have it filled. I quickly and willingly granted his wish, kicking off my shoes then yanking at my belt. I couldn't get my pants off fast enough but, finally, after a lengthy and exasperating struggle with my zipper, I was undressed and ready. I turned around, leaned over the kitchen counter and presented my ass for Thai's inspection. He got a firm hold on my ass cheeks and spread them apart to expose my yearning hole. I didn't care what he did with it as long as he lavished it with attention, but I was really excited when I felt his slimy tongue gliding over my pucker.
"Oh yeah," I moaned, encouraging him to lick my ass.
But, as always, Thai didn't need encouragement. He was naturally gifted at all things sexual and always willing to show off his skills. His tongue worked my ass over big time. It slid so deep inside my tight hole that it felt like being fucked by a tiny cock. My sphincter quivered with excitement as his tongue repeatedly rasped against its tender flesh. He let go of one of my upturned ass cheeks and latched onto my cock. He yanked it like a cow's teat, milking out a steady stream of pre-cum that dripped into a giant puddle on the floor.
Thai's long, slender fingers slowly invaded my ass, one by one, until he had three of them inside. His fingers dug deep into my hole and stretched it wide, but that was nothing compared to the number his cock was going to put on it. I was ready for it, though - I wanted him to fuck me so badly!
"I almost forgot how tight your ass is," he commented, rolling his fingers around inside of me.
"It doesn't get a lot of use," I replied.
"Pity. I guess I'll have to do something about that."
"Please do," I moaned. "Please do."
It was all the invitation he needed. His fingers slipped out and were immediately replaced by his big cock sliding in. We both wanted it; we'd been waiting for it for months, and Thai wasn't wasting any more time. His dick had hardly settled into the snug confines of my bowels before he set it to work. He started to fuck me steadily. forcefully. I felt every excruciating inch of his mighty cock slide out of my back door before plowing back through my sensitive chute.
He fucked me so hard, my knees started to buckle. It took all of my strength just to stand, but I loved every minute of it. He drove so deep into my ass that I swear I felt it tapping against my stomach. Then, when he lifted my left leg onto the counter, he did the unimaginable and penetrated even deeper. He hugged me close to him; the heat of his smooth, sweaty body was incredible. His arms enveloped me and his fingers danced over my tits while his lips laid delicate kisses on my back and neck.
"You are the only one that makes me feel this way," he whispered in my ear before giving it a tiny kiss. A couple of powerful thrusts later, he flooded my ass with his hot, sticky cum. I could always rely on Thai to drop a big load, but I'd never felt so much cum in my life. I didn't think he'd ever stop. Cum gushed out of my ass, trickled down my balls, and splattered on the floor below.
"Wow!" I said. "You been saving up?"
"Yeah. it's been a long time coming."
I chuckled at his play on words. "It's been a while for me too."
Picking up on the hint, Thai pulled his still half-hard prick out of my ass. I turned around and drew him into another passionate kiss. He was a very intense kisser. I could have spent hours letting him violate my mouth with his tongue, but my dick was throbbing and aching and begging for some attention. Instinctively, Thai dropped to his knees and gobbled up my rock hard dick. He hadn't learned the fine art of deep-throating yet, but he was still very good at sucking cock. His mouth was always hot and wet; his tongue did things I didn't think were possible until I met him; he applied just the right amount of spit and suction - every time; and, as he bobbed up and down on my fuckstick, he made intermittent slurping and gagging sounds just like I loved.
As great as it was, I knew if he kept it up much longer it wouldn't be long before he had a mouthful of my jizz. That would have been okay, but I really, really wanted to fuck him. I grabbed the sides of his face and wrenched him away from my prong. I got down on the floor with him and he met me with another burning kiss. We settled into position with him on his back and me nestled between his long, golden legs. He gasped as his hot skin made contact with the cold ceramic tiles.
I rubbed the goose bumps away and said, "Don't worry; I'll warm you up."
He smiled and wrapped his legs around my waist, drawing me closer to him. My dick was now wedged between his butt cheeks; with a wiggle of the hips and a firm thrust, I sank into the hot, tight depths of his inviting ass. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a throaty gasp as I plunged deeper and deeper into his passage - but he wanted more. Lifting his legs over my shoulders allowed me to slide in a little deeper and hit the spot that was itching to be tapped.
Thai growled, letting me know that he was ready to get his hole opened. I started off with slow, shallow thrusts just to get reacquainted with his beautiful ass; but, it wasn't long before I was slamming, full-length into him. Thai was taking it like a true bottom and loving every grunt-inducing thrust of it.
"Unh, that's it. fuck my ass, John Paul! It's yours now and forever."
His words sent a shiver down my spine and straight to my pounding cock. I rammed into him with renew vigor that had him screaming and wailing at the top his lungs. Sweat poured off my forehead onto his lips which he lapped up greedily. He was one hot and sexy fucker, and I was the luckiest man in the world.
My nuts, which had been loosely slapping against his butt, started to tighten and swell. I felt the surge of energy rising from my toes and settling in the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and tried to fight it back for just a few more minutes. Thai's ass was just too good. He saw the pained look on my face and knew the eruption was near.
"I want to taste your cum," he said.
I yanked my dick out of his stretched-out hole and leaned back. "Hurry! I can't hold it much longer."
Thai scrambled into position and was just in time to receive the first volley of hot spunk on his nose. He opened his mouth, wrapped his lips around my throbbing cock, and took the rest of my gigantic load down his throat. I watched his Adam's apple bobbing wildly as he gulped down my cream. When the spasms subsided, he removed my dick from his gluttonous mouth and squeezed out the last few drops of man milk onto his tongue.
"Ahhh!" he said after swallowing it too.
I bent down, licked the stray dollop from his nose and let him lick it from my tongue. We kissed and shared my salty-sweet flavor. Satisfied - for the moment - we got up and took a shower before returning to the task of washing the dishes.
"I wish I didn't have to leave so soon," he said, drying the last plate.
"I know. but you still have a few more days," I answered.
"That's not long enough. It's never long enough! I'm tired of spending a few glorious days with you only to have to spend the next several months miserable and lonely."
"I know sweetie, but that's just the way it is with us," I replied, gently stroking his arm.
"Yeah. I used to be cool with that. but not anymore."
I put the plate away and looked at him. For the first time in a long time, I didn't know where Thai was coming from. The arrangement between us was his brainchild to begin with, so why was he trying to change it so late in the game and, more importantly, what was he trying to change it into?
"I hadn't had sex since the last time we were together," he confessed. "I had a lot of offers and opportunities, but they never felt right. they never felt like you. I love you, John Paul and you're the only man I want to be with. I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen, even if it means quitting my job. I just can't stand spending another day without you."
I must have looked a fool standing there, silent and slack-jawed. Thai tried to read my expression, but I'm sure the only thing he could glean was confusion.
"Huh. silence. That's all you have for me?"
"What do you expect, Thai? You spring this life-altering decision on me and just expect me to have all the answers?"
"I was kind of hoping you'd at least tell me how you felt. I don't think that's too much to ask for."
"If you're asking me how I feel about you then. I love you. I always have. But if you're asking me how I feel about you quitting your job to be with me. I don't know."
"I see," he said, slinging the dishtowel on the counter. "Well, when you figure it out, let me know. I'll be at the Fairmont."
He stormed out of the kitchen and I chased after him. "C'mon Thai, let's talk about this!!" I called out, but he was already out the door. I should have gone after him, but it was obvious he didn't want to talk right then and I really didn't have the answers that he wanted. So, I let him go.
The next day, a courier came by the condo to pick up Thai's bags. I handed him the luggage and before he left, he handed me a sealed envelope with my name written on it. I recognized Thai's handwriting. Out of respect for Thai, I won't go into the details of what he wrote but, in summary, he put his heart on his sleeve and all of the cards out on the table, and then told me it was my move. He said he was going to give me some time and space, but that he was not giving up on "us" and he would be back for an answer.
My life suddenly got a lot more complicated. I had a lot of soul searching to do and decisions to make - decisions I'd been avoiding for a while and wasn't quite ready to face.