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This story is based on the true experiences that I share with my longterm Asian boyfriend and partner Eric. However, our names and the places are changed to protect our privacy.
As it unfolds, sex will definetely be a vital part of this story, though for now I am trying to reflect the true development of our life together. For that reason there will be no graphical description of sexual acts in the first chapter or two.
As English is not my native tongue, please accept my apologies for any mistakes. If anybody out there is interested in proofreading my stories prior to them being posted, feel free to contact me.
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Interracial: Tim & Eric part 1
1st Chapter:
Before I begin my story, I would like to give my readers a brief introduction to myself and to the circumstances that eventually led to my partnership with my beautiful and adorable boyfriend Eric.
I am now in my early thirties and of European decent. I grew up in a medium sized town in central Europe and now work and live in a major city in East Asia. I stand about 185 cm tall and weigh just below 80 kg. While having inherited my mother's darkblond-brownish hair and facial features I am very proud of my steel blue eyes which my father passed on to me. I am trying to keep in shape with regular work outs in the local gym.
I know myself to be gay ever since I can remember, even though I recall myself making every imaginable effort in trying to disguise my true desires and feelings for men from the people around me. I was making out with girls and even got myself into a couple of serious and long-lasting heterosexual relationsships. In the end they all failed as they did not provide me with the satisfaction and fulfillment I was longing for so badly. I now believe that I hoped to somehow escape my attraction to men if I could only proof to myself and others that I am able to love woman.
It was not until the age of about 25 that I accepted my homosexuality as a part of my personality. Only a couple of weeks after I made my way out of that small town in central Europe to East Asia for a job assignment, I came across with a gorgeous Japanese man about my age who introduced me to the pleasure and joy of gay love and love-making and who opened my eyes in a way that allowed me to not only accept but to fully appreciate my sexual orientation from then on. I wonder now if it was the new and exotic environment I was living in that allowed me to look at my life from a different prospective or simply Yoshi's encouragement that allowed me to shed my fears and to simply let go of that everlasting struggle to hide myself in front of me and others.
Shortly thereafter I also decided to confront my family and some of my closer friends with my new identity. It was not that bad at all, despite my earlier fears of discovery and non-acceptance. It was a relieve for me to experience the understanding around me once the very first shock about me being gay was digested and gone.
My relationship with Yoshi lasted for almost six months until work took me to a different part of Asia. At that time I was not yet firm enough to maintain the relationship over the distance between us so we decided to part as friends. We managed to stay in close contact for quite some time after that and only recently did we lose touch.
It was not until quite some time after my transfer that I developed again a major interest in meeting men for more than normal social contacts. I was still hooked in the afterglow of my relationship with Yoshi and was not really interested in moving on and broaden my so far very limited gay experience. However, time took its toll and I found myself frequently browsing the numerous local gay web sites with countless offers for gay encounters and sex adventures.
One day, an ad that introduced a Chinese guy around my age and in my city cought my eye: His message was different as it neither advertised an adonis-like body nor a gigantic sexual organ or an overly developed sex drive to the reader. It simply stated that the guy who posted the ad was in his mid twenties, of Chinese decent with interests in many different aspects of life and looked for caucasian friends to hang out with.
I decided to reply...