"Baby!" My friend Harry's voice was full of excitement. We'd gone to school together, and became really close. No sex between us though, it wasn't that kind of friendship. Harry had moved to New York after, while I'd gone to Amsterdam, but we kept in touch. Harry was Peruvian; I was Chinese-Filipino.
"Como estas, amigo???" I yelled - I loved practicing my Spanish with Harry, and he tried to speak more slowly, all for my sake.
"So, baby, you know my friend, Tommy?" Yeah, I knew Tommy - Harry had shown me pics. Tommy was a yummy dish. He looked like he could be vaguely Arabic or South Asian. Tommy was going to be in the Netherlands, and had to change his plans, so he had an extra night in Amsterdam. Could he stay with me?
Any friend of Harry's is a friend of nice, and it didn't hurt that Tommy looked good. So I said yes.
Tommy came over on a Wednesday. I still remember his face when I opened the door - Tommy's eyes lit up. I had worn one of my best shirts, tried my best to look good. And I was pleased that it worked, cause Tommy stammered for a bit. I took the lead, shaking his hand, and we went in.
After Tommy got settled, I asked him what he wanted to do. He shrugged and said, "whatever you want."
So I invited him to our roofdeck. His jaw dropped as he saw the view. We got to chatting over homemade gin & tonics. Tommy was recently single, as was I - we'd both broken up with our respective exes in the last six months. We were both mainly tops, as were our exes; one reason things didn't quite work out. Though we'd both tried. "It wasn't easy learning to bottom," Tommy sighed.
"A real pain in the ass, eh?" I quipped. Tommy punched me playfully.
I asked him again what he wanted to see and do. He just wanted to see more of Amsterdam, but "whatever I wanted," he said again.
So I took Tommy to my favorite bar, and we had like two more cocktails each. We talked about how I met Harry, and how he met Harry, and our hopes and dreams. Tommy was also trying to move to New York; he was impressed I'd made it in Amsterdam.
When we got back home, Tommy was beaming. "This was a lot of fun - I'm glad you showed me the real Amsterdam!"
"There's much more to be seen," I winked. "I can show you more."
"Whatever you want," Tommy smiled. And then we kissed.
The next few minutes were a whirlwind, with Tommy and I tearing each other's clothes off. He complimented my arms and chest, and I complimented his.
Then we got to the treasure in our shorts.
"You're cut," I marveled as I slid his underwear off.
"A lot of guys in Peru are," he said. "You're cut, too."
"Most Filipinos are," I shrugged. Then I gasped, as he took me in his mouth. "Wait, let's get comfortable," I led him to the couch.
"Thanks for being such a good host," he winked as he sucked my dick. I lay back, gasping, as he kissed my cock head, then licked along my shaft, sucked my balls, and gently pushed my ass up and kissed my hole. "I haven't washed since before you arrived," I gasped.
"I don't care, it tastes good," he growled, leaning in. He began jacking himself off as he ate my ass.
"Damn, my turn," I said. I leapt up told him to lie where I had been lying, and I sucked his dick as I played with his smooth, firm chest. I played with his nipples as I savoured his dick, his balls...
and finally, his ass.
"It's not clean!" Tommy protested.
"You didn't care about mine," I retorted as I ate him out. He soon stopped protesting, as he gasped in ecstasy. I imagine his ass tasted like mine did; clean, with a hint of musk and sweat. I loved it.
The couch was becoming cramped, so we moved to the bed. As we were both mainly tops, we agreed to stick to oral and jacking off. We spent some time exploring each other's muscles - we were built similarly, lean with nice big chests. We mutually jacked off; my left hand on his dick and my right hand on his nipple, and his right hand on my dick, and left hand on my nipple. Besides skin color, our dicks were pretty much identical - both cut, and about the same size.
And then he wanted to suck me. And I said, let's 69... so we did. The next fifteen or so minutes was a whirlwind; Tommy was good, and I did my best too. He'd alternate between my dick, balls and ass, and I did the same, savoring the taste and texture. Our tongues and hands were busy, pleasuring each other, each trying to push the other to the brink.
We finally exploded, almost the same time. His seed filled my mouth, and mine filled his.
We kissed, swapping and mixing our cum...
... and fell asleep in each other's arms, face to face, dicks rubbing together all night.
I only saw Tommy once more after that, but this memory stays with me forever.