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Hi guys,
I'm a long time lurker first time poster here. Well I finally decided to post because, I finally had sex with another man. And this is just a few days after it but I'm still getting hard just typing this. Anyway, I'll give an intro.
Everyone I know calls me David. I'm 20. 6 feet tall, I'm not particularly bulky or muscular, but I'm kind of healthy, I do have muscle but I'm not a ripped God or anything.... I'm just a medium frame, but tall guy. But if I'm staring at you naked, you can see abs and stuff, but they are not that well defined. That's cuz the only sports I only ever seriously played was track and field (which is basically running) and a lot of swimming.
My family is from Iran, but I never really lived there ever. I grew up in the United Kingdom where my father works, and I don't know much about Iran (I don't even speak the language - Persian). I don't really look Iranian, I have jet black hair, big brown eyes (bigger than most Iranians), and a slightly darker skin tone than most Iranians I know (including everyone in my family).
Anyway, just to let you guys know, I'm bisexual, not gay. I have had sex a few girls before. But I always knew, since about the age of 14, that I was perfectly bisexual, almost a nice 50/50 split, because I'd watch porn, and be like TOTALLY into the girl AND totally into the GUY as well. It puzzled me because I always just heard friends talk about females in porn movies without ever appreciating the guy next to her. I also watched some gay porn and yes, it did turn me on. I did have a thing going on for men. I'm very sexual and flirtatious in nature, and I try to scan for potential sex interest in anyone I talk to - guy or girl. However, in recent years I tried to mature up a bit and be more serious in relationships and not just go around flirting the next person I saw. So I kind of hid my sexual self inside me.
Anyway, in 2007, my father sent me to Malaysia (where I reside now) for university. The basic reason being money, as in Malaysia's currency is weaker than the Euro/Pound but the quality of education is actually quite good (accredited unis and all)... and my dad has to support 7 children, and my mother, so yea, I ended up here. Which I didn't really mind. It's a nice country. Sure it has its downsides too, but which country doesn't?
Anyway, I ended up in a university in Kuala Lumpur, the capital (where I reside now). I made a few friends here, but it's kind of hard given the local culture of really just sticking to other locals of their race - Malays will stick to Malays, Chinese to Chinese, and Indians to Indians (even though they are all Malaysian). Earlier this year I noticed I was getting a little out of shape, so I joined the university gym. I met the trainer there, and to respect his privacy, I'll call him John. John was local, but unlike others, he had actually studied overseas, so he was a little more open minded and friendly. He used to help me out lifting weights and stuff, and we soon became kind of nice friends. He was only 29, and well, I know that's 9 years older than me, but he really treated me like a peer and not an alien so I respected him for that. Being a trainer, John was very muscular, but not in a disgusting manner... I hate veiny guys (eek). Simply put, he was just larger than me in every way - taller, wider, more muscle. His skin tone and other features were more or less like mine.
Anyway, that's just an intro. Now for the actual story. Christmas was coming, and people don't really celebrate it here, even though there are a few Christians. But throughout the week leading to Christmas, I was free because I was done with exams, and the next 3 weeks are a semester break. Our university posted up a trip for Perak. Perak is a state with many caves and stuff, so I decided to take my then girlfriend with me. She agreed.
The trip was going on December 22. We were to leave at early AM hours, and reach Perak in the morning. As I drove to the bus, I noticed my girlfriend was not there. I tried calling her. Her housemate picked up. This housemate of her really hates her. So she just said my girlfriend was busy in a threesome with 2 other guys. And held the phone close enough for me to hear. And I was like WTF crushed to bits cuz I was really into this girl and wanting to take it to the next level. I was so depressed when the bus rolled; I just wanted the world to swallow me. To make things worse, my dad called a few minutes later, and told me my best friend of 16 years in UK, died in a car crash.
So when we reached Perak, I was really in no mood to do anything but get the cave thing over with. I was just so sad and depressed. At this point, I got off the bus, and noticed John was behind me. He asked me what was wrong; I think he saw the sorrow in my face. I said nothing, never mind.
We met our tour guide for the cave, and I was like omg like can we just get through this? I was so pissed off. Anyway, since a cave has water in it (duh) I removed my shirt, as did all the guys. I'm not hunky but I'm shy to strut what I got. When we got in the cave, all we had were our swim trunks and a flashlight. The tour guide put a few guys in the front with him (to lead), and asked me and John to stay at the back, because we are tall and stuff, and the ladies and rest of the people in the middle so they won’t get lost.
The cave was interesting and probably would have been more fun if it hadn't been for the fact that I was just at an all time low, so I wasn't really paying attention to the bats or other crap in it. I was just doing my job. Somewhere in the water though, a tiny little rock got inside my sandal and under my foot, and it hurt like hell. It didn't bleed, but for some reason it was swelled up, and painful. Maybe it wasn't a rock. To make things worse, down a human slide, a fat girl totally landed on my left thumb and sprained it beyond belief (when she fell on me I screamed out FUCK on the top of my lungs).
Since I'm such a drama queen, and was pissed, I didn't want the others to be having such a nice time. At one point, inside the cave though, the swelling thing in my foot turned way too severe. I began to slow down. At first, John (who, all this time, was asking what was wrong with me) slowed down to match my pace, but at one point in water, I just yanked John's arm. I yanked it because, my foot cramped like HELL and I nearly fell. John didn't look at the rest of the people. He told them to stop the tour guide though, but they were local idiots who couldn't care less, and went off. We thought they went to stop the tour guide. I couldn't move at this point. John tried to help me. He took off my sneakers and began to knead the sole of my foot, and then told me to stand, but I couldn't. He then pressed his feet against mine, and held my hands and said he would stand up straight and he wants me to stand with him but without bending my knees. I said I'll try. He had a go at it. I swear I haven't felt a worse tension in my legs, ever. I got up though, and his trick worked. I thanked him and sat on a side rock watching the water run across my legs. It was then that John realized the idiots never stopped the tour guide, and the two of us were alone.
We tried to stay calm, but a 29 year old and a 20 year old in pain can't do much when they are stranded in the bottom of a cave, with no directions, no cell phone, or anything. Just flashlights. We tried finding our way around the damn place, but we were ending up more and more lost. After about 45 minutes (I think - we had no watches) I just told him to stop. He asked what's wrong. I said I'm sorry, this is all my fault we're lost in a cave. I was seriously scared because the passages were becoming narrower and narrower and I had a bad feeling nobody know where we were.
He smiled and looked at me and said what's wrong? I said I just told you. He said, no what's wrong? He said I'm not myself. I let out a long sigh. All of a sudden, a leaf went through the water we were standing in. I looked at John and said that must've been from outside, so there should be an exit around here. We saw a few more leaves coming and we followed them. Eventually, we reached a small opening to the outside world. There was a forest, so it was the wrong place, possibly the back side of the cave. But to see light again, I was rejoiced. I noticed that there was a hammock between two trees. So we figured we would wait here, because obviously someone would come here.
I sat on the hammock, he sat next to me. For some reason, the only thing running through my mind was how close he was to me; I could literally feel the cool of his body on mine. He asked me what's wrong. I looked away. Then, to my surprise, he took my face in both his hands, turned it towards his, and asked me what's wrong. I gave up. I started talking, and slowly, I let him know everything. I started reminiscing on times with my friend who had just died, and slowly I began to get a little teary. He knew that (I think).
I said I think right now I need a hug or some loving so badly but the one girl who could do that is banging other guys. All of a sudden, John embraced me in a hug. It was spontaneous. It was sudden. It took me by surprise. I didn't know what to do. His entire torso was stuck onto mine. I hugged him back. Truth be told, it was kind of nice to hug him. I had weird thoughts in my head, but I trained my mind to think it was a friendly hug. The hug was long, about 15 seconds longer than normal. Then he rubbed his hands all over my back, down to the small of my back, and I could almost swear his index finger just sunk a little under my swim trunks waistband and just at the base of my crack. His other hand worked its way back to my shoulder blade and patted a few times there. He said it's alright; my friend was in a better place than I was.
It took like, 0.8 seconds for my cock to just turn so fucking hard right there, and we were in a hammock, so I was like in a way leaning onto him. My head thought, yes, my friend is in a better place. My nasty cock said "are you kidding?? A hunky guy just touched your crack!!!!!!!" I just brought my hands to his chest, kind of place them on his nipples, and said thanks that meant a lot. He slowly withdrew his hands. We broke the hug.
I swear to you, you could not break the tension there with a freaking axe, let alone cut it with a knife. All of a sudden all I could just do was focus on John. How the fuck did he become so buffed? Did his finger just barely reach my crack? My heart was pounding so fast, my cock was so hard, though I tried to hide it. I was turned on.
We sat there a few minutes, and he started telling me of when his mom passed away and how that made him a stronger man. All I could think was "fuck yea you stud"... I don't why; my mind was so nasty right now.
Finally, we saw someone come to us. It was a tour guide. Though, not our tour guide. He was just on patrol looking for lost flashlights and stuff, and found us. We were saved. As I thought, we did come to the back of the cave. He said he would have to take us back to the front. As I was injured in the foot (and one hand - climbing wasn't easy). We were going really slowly. There came this part on the way back, where we had to start climbing up the cave a bit to reach the stairs the tour committee had placed. But it's a steep climb till the stairs, and the limestone doesn't make climbing any easier. Seeing my swollen hand and foot, the tour guide decided to put me in the middle. He got up the steep climb first, sat on a small flat place, and pulled me up. John was responsible for giving me a little push from the rear.
Oh. My. God. John's push was so heavenly. He took a hand, and literally, cupped my left butt cheek, and pushed me up. I was so freaking horny. As I tilted a bit to the side on the climb, I think half his fingers sunk into my crack. The rest of the way out was over 2000 steps, and yes while I was horny, and they were only stair steps, they were hard. The tour guide commented on how lucky I was having enough physical strength to actually walk and not be carried out.
Anyway, we got out of the cave, all muddy and stuff, and went to the nearby toilets for a shower and change of clothes. And all the while in the shower, my cock was so hard just thinking about how close John's hand had been to my asshole.
When I came out of the showers I went to the bus, and sat there. John shortly followed. Since we were the last 2, the bus began moving. John sat next to me. We were at the last 2 seats. He was sitting to the window, I was to the aisle. He asked how my hand was. I said no good. He said let him have a look. He said it looked bad, but not a fracture cuz I was able to move it. He slowly began to rub it in his right hand. I was in heaven. He asked if that felt better, I said yes, thank you.
Our next stop was Kellie's castle, a castle in Perak famous for being incomplete and therefore thought to be haunted by the ghost of the person who never got to complete it. Now I was fully clothed, in a new pair of swim trunks and still horny. Since I had a bum hand I couldn't take any photos and didn't feel like fiddling with my camera. I hung out with John. I wanted to touch him. So badly. Too bad this castle didn't have many rooms with doors, or I would have seriously just made a move. John and I went to the roof of the castle. He was in casual flip flops, a new pair of trunks, and a tee hat showed off his muscles too much. The roof was incomplete so it had no fencing.
The rest of the tour group had no balls to come there as they didn't want their kids to accidentally fall off. But there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky and I was enjoying it. As was John. I went up next to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder and said thanks for the support before, it helped me. He said no problem. I said I feel like such a girl but could I have another hug? He said sure. I embraced him in a hug. This was my chance. His warmth fell so good. I rubbed my hands on his back and as I did my boner returned. I didn't care. I ran my left hand lower just to find the end of his tee and the beginning of his swim trunks to find his crack. By now the tent in my swim trunks was clearly touching his body and he noticed. I slid a finger in. Slowly.
He broke the hug. He looked at me straight. I looked back. He looked down at the tent in my pants. He looked back up at me. He smiled and asked if I wanted to get even for the full cheek grope he did earlier. I didn't respond. I grabbed his cheek. His taut buttocks were driving me crazy. He suddenly pulled me in for a kiss. I melted. I kissed back. I was so hungry for his passion.
Had it not been for an annoying bell for the bus, I would've done it right there. But we couldn't. He smiled and said to take it easy. When we went to the bus, we took the last seats. Everyone else in the bus was sleeping on the way back, and John and I were so horny. He started playing with my dick through my swim trunks. I don't know the pain in my hand and foot and the pleasure from his hand, were just driving me insane.
When we got back to Kuala Lumpur, we were both putting on a show. He said I couldn't drive home with a bum hand and foot; I should come with him to his place. I said that's awfully nice of him.
When we reached his place, though, he switched things up. He made a call. For 15 minutes we were just kissing. He said though that he was concerned that my hand and foot were more serious than they looked, and I agreed. He had called a guy to massage me. After the 15 minutes, the guy came. I was kind of turned off really. It was some skinny looking freak with some oil and towels. John had a massage bed in his place. I lay on it first with my underwear only, but the freak told me I had to be naked cuz the oil would spoil my clothing. I obliged. John left the place to get something to eat. I was bummed.
Okay, truth be told, the freak was actually good at giving a massage. But every time he would run across my ass I just wished it was John doing it. After doing my back, then my front, then making me flip over to my back again, the pain in my hand and foot had somewhat lessened. He said he would go to get some other oil I said ok. I heard him leave the room.
I didn't notice when he came back, but I felt a hand on my calf. Then the other. Then both hands ran up my legs and to my ass. Then they both groped it. Suddenly, they spread my ass open. I swung around.
John! John was there, naked, calm as a cucumber, massaging me, smiling. I was shocked. I saw him in all his glory, naked... and with the biggest dick I've ever seen on a guy. I was hard as fuck now and he was growing now. We ran to this bed. I stared kissing him so needily, but he clearly in control. He licked me all over, sent my nipples to their own heaven, before slowly kissing to my cock. He licked the head. Just a little, then again. I was drizzling precum. He went down to my balls and gently sucked them before returning to my cock. This time though he took all of me in.
Something about a guy giving me a blowjob turned me on beyond crazy. Maybe it was because it wasn't a girl I could dominate. It was a stronger guy giving me a freebie. So I thoroughly was in heaven. I was horny the entire day, so I almost came so he stopped.
He told me he wanted to be the first man in between my bubble cheeks. I obliged in less than a heartbeat. He turned me over, spread my cheeks, and slowly began to tongue my hole. I went crazy. I nearly shoved my ass in his face deeper.
He had some lube nearby; he took a generous amount and rubbed it on my hole. He told me to try and relax. I did. But when his finger pushed in, it hurt like hell. I don't understand guys who just talk about their first time being not as painful
It took him a good 30 minutes to slowly work his finger inside me. I am actually grateful that despite his size and physical dominance over me, he was a gentle giant and kept asking me before going further. Over the next 20 minutes, he slowly pushed in another. Now I had 2 fingers inside me. He slowly moved them around.
All of a sudden I saw stars. I touched the sky when he rubbed my prostate. I nearly came. He smiled and told me to wait. He slowly retracted his fingers. As I came to my senses I just saw a condom being rolled on his 7.5 inch cock. I was nervous but excited. Nervous because, that thing would rip me apart. Excited because, my prostate had its own erection going. He flipped me over and placed my legs on his shoulders. He was seeing my face as he slowly just nudged the head inside me. As he began to stretch me more, I thought I would just die. He stopped. When I returned to my senses he would go more. We did this for about 10 minutes till I felt his balls touch my body. He was in. He knew. I knew. He looked at me. I didn't say a word. My eyes said go. He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. I went blind when his head rubbed me. I had more of a G spot than any woman in history (I thought). Seeing as how I was enjoying and feeling pain at the same time, he picked up the pace a little.
By now, the spasms of wonderland were so strong I just didn't know how hurt I was. He was picking up the pace. The bed was shaking. I was vocal. He was even louder. We were sweating. I could feel only 2 things: a head on my prostate, and balls rubbing my body. In about 10 minutes I nearly lost it. I think he saw me coming. He began stroking my cock. My balls twitched. I came all over myself. I was so loud swearing his name, I didn't know I had it in me. Seeing me cum, he took out his cock, removed the condom and came onto me as well. He collapsed on me, we were both covered in cum, and out of breath. I still didn't know what happened to me. Slowly, I felt his cock relax, as did mine. He kissed me a few times. We took a shower together, gently cleaning each other.
This happened last week. I stayed at his place till just today (I came back, made this account, and now I'm posting). I blew him, I fucked him, and we tried new positions, bonded, and so on.
Honestly, I find gay sex just as good as sex with a woman. But there's something about that night where John showed me the fricking world. . . it will always be special to me. And so I wanted to share it with you guys. Needless to say we didn't sleep much. So I'm off to bed now. Thanks, and happy new year to you guys (I'll probably be snoozing through it).
I'm a long time lurker first time poster here. Well I finally decided to post because, I finally had sex with another man. And this is just a few days after it but I'm still getting hard just typing this. Anyway, I'll give an intro.
Everyone I know calls me David. I'm 20. 6 feet tall, I'm not particularly bulky or muscular, but I'm kind of healthy, I do have muscle but I'm not a ripped God or anything.... I'm just a medium frame, but tall guy. But if I'm staring at you naked, you can see abs and stuff, but they are not that well defined. That's cuz the only sports I only ever seriously played was track and field (which is basically running) and a lot of swimming.
My family is from Iran, but I never really lived there ever. I grew up in the United Kingdom where my father works, and I don't know much about Iran (I don't even speak the language - Persian). I don't really look Iranian, I have jet black hair, big brown eyes (bigger than most Iranians), and a slightly darker skin tone than most Iranians I know (including everyone in my family).
Anyway, just to let you guys know, I'm bisexual, not gay. I have had sex a few girls before. But I always knew, since about the age of 14, that I was perfectly bisexual, almost a nice 50/50 split, because I'd watch porn, and be like TOTALLY into the girl AND totally into the GUY as well. It puzzled me because I always just heard friends talk about females in porn movies without ever appreciating the guy next to her. I also watched some gay porn and yes, it did turn me on. I did have a thing going on for men. I'm very sexual and flirtatious in nature, and I try to scan for potential sex interest in anyone I talk to - guy or girl. However, in recent years I tried to mature up a bit and be more serious in relationships and not just go around flirting the next person I saw. So I kind of hid my sexual self inside me.
Anyway, in 2007, my father sent me to Malaysia (where I reside now) for university. The basic reason being money, as in Malaysia's currency is weaker than the Euro/Pound but the quality of education is actually quite good (accredited unis and all)... and my dad has to support 7 children, and my mother, so yea, I ended up here. Which I didn't really mind. It's a nice country. Sure it has its downsides too, but which country doesn't?
Anyway, I ended up in a university in Kuala Lumpur, the capital (where I reside now). I made a few friends here, but it's kind of hard given the local culture of really just sticking to other locals of their race - Malays will stick to Malays, Chinese to Chinese, and Indians to Indians (even though they are all Malaysian). Earlier this year I noticed I was getting a little out of shape, so I joined the university gym. I met the trainer there, and to respect his privacy, I'll call him John. John was local, but unlike others, he had actually studied overseas, so he was a little more open minded and friendly. He used to help me out lifting weights and stuff, and we soon became kind of nice friends. He was only 29, and well, I know that's 9 years older than me, but he really treated me like a peer and not an alien so I respected him for that. Being a trainer, John was very muscular, but not in a disgusting manner... I hate veiny guys (eek). Simply put, he was just larger than me in every way - taller, wider, more muscle. His skin tone and other features were more or less like mine.
Anyway, that's just an intro. Now for the actual story. Christmas was coming, and people don't really celebrate it here, even though there are a few Christians. But throughout the week leading to Christmas, I was free because I was done with exams, and the next 3 weeks are a semester break. Our university posted up a trip for Perak. Perak is a state with many caves and stuff, so I decided to take my then girlfriend with me. She agreed.
The trip was going on December 22. We were to leave at early AM hours, and reach Perak in the morning. As I drove to the bus, I noticed my girlfriend was not there. I tried calling her. Her housemate picked up. This housemate of her really hates her. So she just said my girlfriend was busy in a threesome with 2 other guys. And held the phone close enough for me to hear. And I was like WTF crushed to bits cuz I was really into this girl and wanting to take it to the next level. I was so depressed when the bus rolled; I just wanted the world to swallow me. To make things worse, my dad called a few minutes later, and told me my best friend of 16 years in UK, died in a car crash.
So when we reached Perak, I was really in no mood to do anything but get the cave thing over with. I was just so sad and depressed. At this point, I got off the bus, and noticed John was behind me. He asked me what was wrong; I think he saw the sorrow in my face. I said nothing, never mind.
We met our tour guide for the cave, and I was like omg like can we just get through this? I was so pissed off. Anyway, since a cave has water in it (duh) I removed my shirt, as did all the guys. I'm not hunky but I'm shy to strut what I got. When we got in the cave, all we had were our swim trunks and a flashlight. The tour guide put a few guys in the front with him (to lead), and asked me and John to stay at the back, because we are tall and stuff, and the ladies and rest of the people in the middle so they won’t get lost.
The cave was interesting and probably would have been more fun if it hadn't been for the fact that I was just at an all time low, so I wasn't really paying attention to the bats or other crap in it. I was just doing my job. Somewhere in the water though, a tiny little rock got inside my sandal and under my foot, and it hurt like hell. It didn't bleed, but for some reason it was swelled up, and painful. Maybe it wasn't a rock. To make things worse, down a human slide, a fat girl totally landed on my left thumb and sprained it beyond belief (when she fell on me I screamed out FUCK on the top of my lungs).
Since I'm such a drama queen, and was pissed, I didn't want the others to be having such a nice time. At one point, inside the cave though, the swelling thing in my foot turned way too severe. I began to slow down. At first, John (who, all this time, was asking what was wrong with me) slowed down to match my pace, but at one point in water, I just yanked John's arm. I yanked it because, my foot cramped like HELL and I nearly fell. John didn't look at the rest of the people. He told them to stop the tour guide though, but they were local idiots who couldn't care less, and went off. We thought they went to stop the tour guide. I couldn't move at this point. John tried to help me. He took off my sneakers and began to knead the sole of my foot, and then told me to stand, but I couldn't. He then pressed his feet against mine, and held my hands and said he would stand up straight and he wants me to stand with him but without bending my knees. I said I'll try. He had a go at it. I swear I haven't felt a worse tension in my legs, ever. I got up though, and his trick worked. I thanked him and sat on a side rock watching the water run across my legs. It was then that John realized the idiots never stopped the tour guide, and the two of us were alone.
We tried to stay calm, but a 29 year old and a 20 year old in pain can't do much when they are stranded in the bottom of a cave, with no directions, no cell phone, or anything. Just flashlights. We tried finding our way around the damn place, but we were ending up more and more lost. After about 45 minutes (I think - we had no watches) I just told him to stop. He asked what's wrong. I said I'm sorry, this is all my fault we're lost in a cave. I was seriously scared because the passages were becoming narrower and narrower and I had a bad feeling nobody know where we were.
He smiled and looked at me and said what's wrong? I said I just told you. He said, no what's wrong? He said I'm not myself. I let out a long sigh. All of a sudden, a leaf went through the water we were standing in. I looked at John and said that must've been from outside, so there should be an exit around here. We saw a few more leaves coming and we followed them. Eventually, we reached a small opening to the outside world. There was a forest, so it was the wrong place, possibly the back side of the cave. But to see light again, I was rejoiced. I noticed that there was a hammock between two trees. So we figured we would wait here, because obviously someone would come here.
I sat on the hammock, he sat next to me. For some reason, the only thing running through my mind was how close he was to me; I could literally feel the cool of his body on mine. He asked me what's wrong. I looked away. Then, to my surprise, he took my face in both his hands, turned it towards his, and asked me what's wrong. I gave up. I started talking, and slowly, I let him know everything. I started reminiscing on times with my friend who had just died, and slowly I began to get a little teary. He knew that (I think).
I said I think right now I need a hug or some loving so badly but the one girl who could do that is banging other guys. All of a sudden, John embraced me in a hug. It was spontaneous. It was sudden. It took me by surprise. I didn't know what to do. His entire torso was stuck onto mine. I hugged him back. Truth be told, it was kind of nice to hug him. I had weird thoughts in my head, but I trained my mind to think it was a friendly hug. The hug was long, about 15 seconds longer than normal. Then he rubbed his hands all over my back, down to the small of my back, and I could almost swear his index finger just sunk a little under my swim trunks waistband and just at the base of my crack. His other hand worked its way back to my shoulder blade and patted a few times there. He said it's alright; my friend was in a better place than I was.
It took like, 0.8 seconds for my cock to just turn so fucking hard right there, and we were in a hammock, so I was like in a way leaning onto him. My head thought, yes, my friend is in a better place. My nasty cock said "are you kidding?? A hunky guy just touched your crack!!!!!!!" I just brought my hands to his chest, kind of place them on his nipples, and said thanks that meant a lot. He slowly withdrew his hands. We broke the hug.
I swear to you, you could not break the tension there with a freaking axe, let alone cut it with a knife. All of a sudden all I could just do was focus on John. How the fuck did he become so buffed? Did his finger just barely reach my crack? My heart was pounding so fast, my cock was so hard, though I tried to hide it. I was turned on.
We sat there a few minutes, and he started telling me of when his mom passed away and how that made him a stronger man. All I could think was "fuck yea you stud"... I don't why; my mind was so nasty right now.
Finally, we saw someone come to us. It was a tour guide. Though, not our tour guide. He was just on patrol looking for lost flashlights and stuff, and found us. We were saved. As I thought, we did come to the back of the cave. He said he would have to take us back to the front. As I was injured in the foot (and one hand - climbing wasn't easy). We were going really slowly. There came this part on the way back, where we had to start climbing up the cave a bit to reach the stairs the tour committee had placed. But it's a steep climb till the stairs, and the limestone doesn't make climbing any easier. Seeing my swollen hand and foot, the tour guide decided to put me in the middle. He got up the steep climb first, sat on a small flat place, and pulled me up. John was responsible for giving me a little push from the rear.
Oh. My. God. John's push was so heavenly. He took a hand, and literally, cupped my left butt cheek, and pushed me up. I was so freaking horny. As I tilted a bit to the side on the climb, I think half his fingers sunk into my crack. The rest of the way out was over 2000 steps, and yes while I was horny, and they were only stair steps, they were hard. The tour guide commented on how lucky I was having enough physical strength to actually walk and not be carried out.
Anyway, we got out of the cave, all muddy and stuff, and went to the nearby toilets for a shower and change of clothes. And all the while in the shower, my cock was so hard just thinking about how close John's hand had been to my asshole.
When I came out of the showers I went to the bus, and sat there. John shortly followed. Since we were the last 2, the bus began moving. John sat next to me. We were at the last 2 seats. He was sitting to the window, I was to the aisle. He asked how my hand was. I said no good. He said let him have a look. He said it looked bad, but not a fracture cuz I was able to move it. He slowly began to rub it in his right hand. I was in heaven. He asked if that felt better, I said yes, thank you.
Our next stop was Kellie's castle, a castle in Perak famous for being incomplete and therefore thought to be haunted by the ghost of the person who never got to complete it. Now I was fully clothed, in a new pair of swim trunks and still horny. Since I had a bum hand I couldn't take any photos and didn't feel like fiddling with my camera. I hung out with John. I wanted to touch him. So badly. Too bad this castle didn't have many rooms with doors, or I would have seriously just made a move. John and I went to the roof of the castle. He was in casual flip flops, a new pair of trunks, and a tee hat showed off his muscles too much. The roof was incomplete so it had no fencing.
The rest of the tour group had no balls to come there as they didn't want their kids to accidentally fall off. But there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky and I was enjoying it. As was John. I went up next to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder and said thanks for the support before, it helped me. He said no problem. I said I feel like such a girl but could I have another hug? He said sure. I embraced him in a hug. This was my chance. His warmth fell so good. I rubbed my hands on his back and as I did my boner returned. I didn't care. I ran my left hand lower just to find the end of his tee and the beginning of his swim trunks to find his crack. By now the tent in my swim trunks was clearly touching his body and he noticed. I slid a finger in. Slowly.
He broke the hug. He looked at me straight. I looked back. He looked down at the tent in my pants. He looked back up at me. He smiled and asked if I wanted to get even for the full cheek grope he did earlier. I didn't respond. I grabbed his cheek. His taut buttocks were driving me crazy. He suddenly pulled me in for a kiss. I melted. I kissed back. I was so hungry for his passion.
Had it not been for an annoying bell for the bus, I would've done it right there. But we couldn't. He smiled and said to take it easy. When we went to the bus, we took the last seats. Everyone else in the bus was sleeping on the way back, and John and I were so horny. He started playing with my dick through my swim trunks. I don't know the pain in my hand and foot and the pleasure from his hand, were just driving me insane.
When we got back to Kuala Lumpur, we were both putting on a show. He said I couldn't drive home with a bum hand and foot; I should come with him to his place. I said that's awfully nice of him.
When we reached his place, though, he switched things up. He made a call. For 15 minutes we were just kissing. He said though that he was concerned that my hand and foot were more serious than they looked, and I agreed. He had called a guy to massage me. After the 15 minutes, the guy came. I was kind of turned off really. It was some skinny looking freak with some oil and towels. John had a massage bed in his place. I lay on it first with my underwear only, but the freak told me I had to be naked cuz the oil would spoil my clothing. I obliged. John left the place to get something to eat. I was bummed.
Okay, truth be told, the freak was actually good at giving a massage. But every time he would run across my ass I just wished it was John doing it. After doing my back, then my front, then making me flip over to my back again, the pain in my hand and foot had somewhat lessened. He said he would go to get some other oil I said ok. I heard him leave the room.
I didn't notice when he came back, but I felt a hand on my calf. Then the other. Then both hands ran up my legs and to my ass. Then they both groped it. Suddenly, they spread my ass open. I swung around.
John! John was there, naked, calm as a cucumber, massaging me, smiling. I was shocked. I saw him in all his glory, naked... and with the biggest dick I've ever seen on a guy. I was hard as fuck now and he was growing now. We ran to this bed. I stared kissing him so needily, but he clearly in control. He licked me all over, sent my nipples to their own heaven, before slowly kissing to my cock. He licked the head. Just a little, then again. I was drizzling precum. He went down to my balls and gently sucked them before returning to my cock. This time though he took all of me in.
Something about a guy giving me a blowjob turned me on beyond crazy. Maybe it was because it wasn't a girl I could dominate. It was a stronger guy giving me a freebie. So I thoroughly was in heaven. I was horny the entire day, so I almost came so he stopped.
He told me he wanted to be the first man in between my bubble cheeks. I obliged in less than a heartbeat. He turned me over, spread my cheeks, and slowly began to tongue my hole. I went crazy. I nearly shoved my ass in his face deeper.
He had some lube nearby; he took a generous amount and rubbed it on my hole. He told me to try and relax. I did. But when his finger pushed in, it hurt like hell. I don't understand guys who just talk about their first time being not as painful
It took him a good 30 minutes to slowly work his finger inside me. I am actually grateful that despite his size and physical dominance over me, he was a gentle giant and kept asking me before going further. Over the next 20 minutes, he slowly pushed in another. Now I had 2 fingers inside me. He slowly moved them around.All of a sudden I saw stars. I touched the sky when he rubbed my prostate. I nearly came. He smiled and told me to wait. He slowly retracted his fingers. As I came to my senses I just saw a condom being rolled on his 7.5 inch cock. I was nervous but excited. Nervous because, that thing would rip me apart. Excited because, my prostate had its own erection going. He flipped me over and placed my legs on his shoulders. He was seeing my face as he slowly just nudged the head inside me. As he began to stretch me more, I thought I would just die. He stopped. When I returned to my senses he would go more. We did this for about 10 minutes till I felt his balls touch my body. He was in. He knew. I knew. He looked at me. I didn't say a word. My eyes said go. He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. I went blind when his head rubbed me. I had more of a G spot than any woman in history (I thought). Seeing as how I was enjoying and feeling pain at the same time, he picked up the pace a little.
By now, the spasms of wonderland were so strong I just didn't know how hurt I was. He was picking up the pace. The bed was shaking. I was vocal. He was even louder. We were sweating. I could feel only 2 things: a head on my prostate, and balls rubbing my body. In about 10 minutes I nearly lost it. I think he saw me coming. He began stroking my cock. My balls twitched. I came all over myself. I was so loud swearing his name, I didn't know I had it in me. Seeing me cum, he took out his cock, removed the condom and came onto me as well. He collapsed on me, we were both covered in cum, and out of breath. I still didn't know what happened to me. Slowly, I felt his cock relax, as did mine. He kissed me a few times. We took a shower together, gently cleaning each other.
This happened last week. I stayed at his place till just today (I came back, made this account, and now I'm posting). I blew him, I fucked him, and we tried new positions, bonded, and so on.
Honestly, I find gay sex just as good as sex with a woman. But there's something about that night where John showed me the fricking world. . . it will always be special to me. And so I wanted to share it with you guys. Needless to say we didn't sleep much. So I'm off to bed now. Thanks, and happy new year to you guys (I'll probably be snoozing through it).
! I love how everything worked out perfectly, other than getting lost in the cave, hehe. I wish this happened to me, you certaintly are a lucky man... I would like to know, though, are you going to see him again soon? =)
