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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!