Brent 

 

by John - [email protected]

Part 1

 

I came to like Asian guys after an experience that changed my life completely.  At the time I was living in Brighton on the South Coast of England.  Brighton is probably the centre for schools teaching English to foreigners, there are literally hundreds of them in that part of the country.  And with that of course, come a lot of foreigners.  Given the number of schools in fact you don’t see that many around, I guess most of them have their heads down studying or don’t have a lot of money to be seen around town.

 

Well, this particular day my last call for work was to drop some papers off at a company across town.  I was walking back to my car when a guy stopped me asking directions.  He was looking for a school called "Ringwood" on London Road.  I didn’t work that out at first till he showed me a letterhead from the school with the name.  In fact I thought he was asking for "Longwood" which was the suburb we were in.  But his pronunciation made the R into an L and there was the confusion.  He told me he had come by taxi and obviously the taxi driver had made the same mistake.  The place he needed to be was on the opposite side of town and some way past where I lived.  The guy seemed okay, he was very polite and his English was good, just the way he said some of the letters took some tuning in to before I got used to it. 

 

As my work had just ended and I was now free to go home, I told him I lived somewhere along the way and I would take him there if he liked, as it was too far from where we were to give him directions.  He seemed delighted by this and thanked me again and again.  I guessed he was a bit nervous at being lost and his relief at being rescued showed by his profuse thanks. 

 

So off we went, he talked quite freely and before too long, his accent didn’t give me any trouble at all.  We had some music likes in common, and he told me of a live concert he had been to in his country to see the Scorpions.  Great, I wish I had been able to go and see them.  He was from Indonesia, somewhere at that time I knew almost zero about. He introduced himself, having forgotten to mention his name with chatting so much.  His name was Brent from Jakarta and was here in Brighton to study English before going to University for a Business Admin.

 

It took me about half an hour to cross town and during this time I remembered I had to take back some videos to the store, which was very close to Brent's school.  I told him I would call in at my flat to pick up some stuff or else I would be "fined" for having them out too long.  "No problem," he said, he was in no hurry to be there.

 

So on arriving to my place I asked him in rather than leaving him out on the street in my car.  Once inside, he made a bee-line for my CD's and found something he wanted to hear.  "Okay put it on," I told him. 

 

He said he thought he had all their records and didn’t know of this particular one, was it alright to listen to a few tracks? 

 

"Be my guest," I said, and went to make some coffee for us. 

 

He was inquisitive about my things, like his first look inside an English home, not that I would call my flat a home.  To be honest it was more like a junk shop! 

 

He seemed content to be looking through my CD collection, so I told him that while he was enjoying the music I would take a shower and wash off the dirt of the day. 

 

"Good," he said laughing, "more time to listen to this." 

 

I left him to it and went to my bathroom for the necessary body cleansing ritual!  Feeling refreshed back I went into the living room, modestly dressed with a towel round my waist.  Being the organised person that I am, all my clean clothes were still sitting on a chair where I dropped them yesterday when I came back from the Laundromat.

 

When I walked into the lounge, Brent was reading a book he'd pulled from the shelf by my music centre.  I asked him how he was doing, but he just looked at me without replying.  I walked up to him to see what had taken his interest.  Shit, I nearly died!!  He was looking through a book of the work of George Platt Lines featuring nude male models.  I had it on my bookshelf, not expecting anyone to go through my stuff, but the inquisitive Brent had done.  I looked at him, probably shock written all over my face.  He said nothing but went back to look at the pictures, giving each one a careful going over before turning the pages.  I thought he would say something but no, he was engrossed.  Finally, he said what beautiful photographs they were, he had never seen anything like it.   Whew!  I thought he would be the one to be shocked, but there he was calm as can be, obviously appreciating what he saw. 

 

I quickly relaxed, if it was alright with him, why was I being so concerned?  He pointed out one picture and said how handsome the guy was.  Do they have gays in Indonesia?  I guess they have gays everywhere, just it had not crossed my mind with this guy, but here he was stating his views on some gorgeous hunk of a guy.  I noticed the CD had finished, so to distract myself from the situation, I bent down to change the music.  That done I was about to stand up when I noticed the front of Brent's jeans tented out by something that must have been exceptionally big.  Like this wasn’t just a slight bulge, it was as if he was only wearing some light cotton jockey, really sticking straight out forcing the denim well away from his body.

 

So our friend was getting turned on by the book, this put a different picture on the whole thing as it were.  I stood up and came right out with it.  "Brent," I said, "what on earth have you got in there." 

 

He looked at me as if not understanding.  I reached forward to show him the subject I was referring too.  A grin crept across his face, "Oh yes," he said, "this book is very good, we don’t have like this at home." 

 

"But that," I said, "squeezing around the covered muscle, you look like you are really well equipped." 

 

"Mmmm," he nodded slowly, "that’s what my friends say." 

 

He didn’t move and didn’t seem offended by my hand probing the front of his jeans.  Well, I thought, I don’t know this guy, why not just see how far I can go.  I reached to find his zipper and pulled it down and let my fingers slide within.  There under smooth cotton was a steel hard weapon.  Brent did nothing except continue looking at the pictures.  I went further, unclasping the waist button and folding back the top.  I could now easily get to his cock and squeezed it gently beneath its wrapping. 

 

"Wow," I said to him, "I would like to get to see this."  Not wanting him to answer I gently pulled on his jeans to slide them down his hips, expecting all the time a rejection, but none came.  Instead he brought his legs together so as not to make it more difficult.  Once they were around his thighs, I hooked my fingers over the elastic waist of his jockeys and gently slid them down as well.

 

Remember in those days I had never seen an Asian guy or even thought about them, they were just never on my horizon.  But when those jockeys slid off his waist and I saw that smooth, silk like skin, devoid of any body hair, except a neat black bush around the base of his cock.  I was astonished, startled, amazed for he looked absolutely beautiful. And his cock was as rigid as steel, as it would have to have been lifting the denim like that.  It was smooth as well, no notches or veins showing, rather as if it was a marble model of a dick.  I stroked it with my fingers and the silky smoothness I could see, translated into touch, so different from what I had experienced up until then.

 

I was hungry to see more of him, but couldn’t do that in the lounge.  "How about finishing the book later?" I asked, "lets move into my other room." 

 

"Okay," he said, "why not?"  He carefully put it back on the shelf before pulling his jeans back up. 

 

Touching his arm to follow me, I walked through into my bedroom.  This was weird, here I was not looking for sex, not even trying to chat him up, in fact hardly saying anything at all and I'm walking to my bedroom with him for what?  Well I don’t have to answer that do I? 

 

I pulled the curtains to reduce the light and turned to sit on the bed.  Brent was taking off his tee-shirt coming through the door.  His body opened itself to my gaze as he dropped it to the floor and then pulled down the jeans.  Sitting on the bed, he tugged them off his ankles and quickly stepped out of those jockeys.  He could have been from another planet, because this was all so totally new to me.  His body was tight, shapely without any trace of fat.  And the tan, well it’s not a tan, it’s natural but nevertheless, a tan to die for as they say.  I wanted to grab him and eat him!  But I had not thought about what he might be thinking up to now.  That was settled when he slid his hand under my towel and lifted the end to reveal my own boner. 

 

"You are the first westerner I have ever seen," he said.  "You are so big!"  Well that was good coming from him, for I thought he was bigger than me.  "Can I suck you?" he asked. 

 

He was beating me to it.  "Let's do each other," I said and lay across the bed so that he could be alongside me.  At the same moment our mouths dropped onto each other’s cocks.  I didn’t close my eyes like I normally do, wanting to watch him as he pumped into me.  And he did, not aggressively but with a hunger, positively, and that excited me to know he was so eager.  He was good on my cock as well for I didn’t face fuck him, but let him work up and down on it at his own pace. Swallowing me in a smooth regular rhythm, he quickly fired me up. But I was enjoying taking his cock, perhaps it was my eagerness that allowed me to take it all for I didn’t think at first I would.  I took my breathes when I could and pleasured myself with the heat, knowing I was giving him enormous delight, feeling it transmitted into me with every pulse he made.   

 

My mind was 100% on him, not thinking at all on what he was doing to me, although the pleasures from that region were nevertheless helping to bring me to the boil fast.  His speed increased and it got a little difficult to time my breathing.  But that was nothing; I really wanted this man and all of him too.  He put one hand on the back of my head and of course I knew he would be exploding soon.  The very idea brought me to the limit and I stiffened, starting to cross the line of no return.  Brent doubled his efforts on my cock and within moments I was no longer capable of holding back, letting go my load in an ecstasy of release.   This was his trigger as well, for he pressed my head tight and in a final frenzy, jammed his cock all the way in and erupted.  The juice pumped out till I was full, and when I backed off, he still shot a load across my face.  I have only seen people who have so much juice in movies, never actually meeting anyone who could come so much till this guy.  He still continued to thrust and bucked with every spasm till I was covered outside as well as in!  He tasted good, I liked it and enjoyed the feeling of hot cream running down my face, licking what I could around my lips and sucking the end of his cock as it came back up to my face with each lunge.

 

Wow, it was quick, but it was oh so good.  One of the best, if not the best ever!  We each rolled on our backs to get our breath, revelling in the after glow of great sex.   But as I lay there, stars before my eyes, I brought him back into focus and in a certain way, looked at him for the first time.  I mentioned looking at his body before, but now it was deeper, studying the line of muscles, the contours of chest, stomach, hips and legs.  Although he was not a big guy in any way, here in the nude, his form was beautiful.  Nothing out of place, nothing too big or too thin, just balanced perfection.  I rolled into him and traced my fingers over his body.  He kept his eyes closed as if asleep although I knew him not to be. 

 

All the guys I had ever been with had some or a lot of body hair, sometimes they had a stomach through too much beer, sometimes they weren't even handsome, but whatever they had going for them, they could not compare to the man next to me.  Now it seemed that I must have been blind not to realise before, surely it was not the sex making me think like this. 

 

My thoughts were rambling on while I stroked, kneaded his muscles and touching him gently here and there, as if he might not be real somehow.   Then a movement brought me too, his dick was hard and waving, twitching up and down as I played my fingers over him.  I leaned further and gently took it in hand, working the skin up and down to see the movement and trace my fingers over and around his balls to the patch of sensitive skin underneath. 

 

Brent opened his eyes and looked at me without saying anything.  Then he took my cock in his hand.  Coming closer, he gave me a kiss to the lips and said simply, "I want you!"  Then, he moved up and sat over me, first feeding his dick into my mouth for a few moments and then in one movement, slid back to my hips and tried to impale himself on my cock.  At first he had a problem, it seemed just too big, but then with the help of some body milk from a bottle at the side of the bed, the end worked its way past the door and I felt the heat from inside his body.

 

I bucked my hips trying to get more.  He clenched his teeth at the initial pain, but still dropped his body down hard to ensure my cock gained more of his ass hole.  Once secured so I knew the end wouldn’t drop out, I held him tight while thrusting hard so as to work it fully inside.  It was not a quick job, he was so very tight, but that just made the feeling more intense and I was determine to fill him completely.

 

It was a joint effort of course, he was just as determined to have all of me and worked this way and that to facilitate my entry.  When we both knew it was all in, he leaned forward and kissed me again, whispering "fuck me please, now".  I brought my knees up and started the rhythm, slowly at first as it was obvious it was stretching him.  But as I felt him relax and the tension evaporate, I quickened my thrusts till I knew it was okay to let fly with some vigorous fucking.  The feeling was unbelievable from his tight ass. It was so hot and I could feel his ass muscles as if they were fingers, they were that strong.  Well with such incredible feelings it was only a short time before my sap was rising.  I couldn’t prolong it though, and I didn’t want to stop.  In fact I didn’t want to slow it down, just to go faster and faster till my inner explosion welled up and I cried out with the ecstasy of coming.  Shit, I felt as if my head was coming off it was so strong. 

 

I knew I was floating off, but couldn’t help it even though it was bad manners, my mind wouldn’t respond for what seemed like minutes.  But when Brent eased himself off and then knelt there looking at me still with a big hard on, I knew I had to do my bit as well.

 

I reached out and pulled him closer so that I could suck on his beautiful cock again.  I really liked it, the feel of it in my mouth was perfect, I think I could do it all day long if he could keep it up.  I must have been doing a good job for moments later he had me on my knees and moved behind.  I wanted him too and although I am not too fond of being fucked, at this moment I wanted a piece of this superb man inside, wanted to feel we were one together.

 

He played with my ass hole a while, tickling it, just forcing a finger into the opening and tracing around.  It made me mad for the feel of his cock in there.  When he thought I was ready, which was a torture for me, I was by then dying for it, he slotted the head through my door, waited a moment and then drove it all the way home.  Fuck, it was like a firecracker.  But he didn’t give me much time to adjust, hooking his hands around my hips he gave a few machine gun bursts of hips against ass to free me up. 

 

Wow, I thought I'd been fucked a few times, but not like this guy.  This rapid-fire stuff really gave me a feeling I had never known before.  He kept on like that, slamming into me at breakneck speed, then halting for a few moments, then doing it again, and then resting.  On one hand I thought my ass had been numbed through the force, but the glow I was getting from my insides was out of this world.  So good was it I told him not to stop, and he did his best to oblige.  I honestly had never been fucked so hard and so good, it was a whole new ball game.  But like me, he didn’t keep it up for long before he said he just had to come. 

 

"Okay just fuck me hard and let it rip," I said.  He did and when he came, the feeling of what seemed liked gallons of red hot juice pumping into me was, well, absolutely mind blowing. 

 

We collapsed together, not pulling out, he just spooned up behind me as we lay exhausted.  Both of us drifted off to sleep as the next thing I knew the sun had gone and the room was in darkness.  Gently nudging him awake, after a few jokes about leaving his goods in my closet, we separated and together showered and cleaned up.

 

That was our first year.  We become lovers and saw each other three or four times a week.  After he finished at the language school, I drew on some of my savings and went with Brent to Indonesia.  We had a fantastic time and longed to go back there.  After the vacation he started at Sussex University and although it was harder to see each other often, when we did the firecrackers were bigger than ever!

 

 

 

Part II

 

Well I have to come back to this story and finished it off.  I thought I had, but as time has gone on, so many things have happened to change my life that I said to myself, you can't leave this as it is.  So off we go again and I'll bring you all up to date.

 

Brent finished at Sussex University, full honours and everything.  Our time together looked like coming to an end, as he had to go back to Jakarta.  But we made plans that I would go with him for a holiday, I had not been off anywhere since the last time there three years before. Whatever happened to us, well the outcome would be put off just a little longer. 

 

I bought my ticket and got everything planned.  Then fate struck.  The week before we were due to leave, my company, which had been taken over by another around six months previous, announced that we were being made redundant and the operation was being transferred to the London headquarters.  At first I thought to cancel my vacation, but then I thought why not, I don’t have a job to come back to, I can go for as long as I like till my money runs out.  Time enough to think about a new job when I come back to England.  So that was it, we took off to Indonesia together with me hoping to get a longer vacation than I had originally planned for.

 

We had three weeks of fun, going to various resorts, clubbing late into the night, eating at some pretty fine restaurants and of course, lots of fantastic sex.  As the days rolled around towards my departure, I was thinking more and more about what we were going to do, say goodbye and go back to England or what.  If I went back, it would be a slim chance to keep the relationship going, we both knew. 

 

For the last few days, we were back in Jakarta and Brent began to make arrangements to start with a job he had secured.  Instead of staying at a hotel, we lived at his cousin’s apartment, which he intended to share as his home was too far distant from where he would be working.   Brent wanted me to stay on and I might if the problem with the language put that firmly out of the question.  It would be very hard to find a job, not being exactly qualified for anything special and not speaking the lingo.

 

When things looked like they would not work out, Brent's cousin Disee, came to the rescue.  His Uncle ran a school teaching typing, computer programmes and stuff like that.  He had mentioned me in passing and his uncle asked if I would be interested in teaching English to some classes.    At first I said no, I was bad enough as a student without thinking I could ever be a teacher.  But Disee said I had to meet his Uncle, so I went along just to see what would be required of me.  He was keen that I should do it, and brushed aside the fact that I was not a professional teacher, he said all I had to do was read from a book and correct the mistakes of the class when they read it, anyone who spoke English could do it he said! 

 

I talked it over with Brent, it was not an official job and it was only part time.  I would have to take care not to be caught, as I didn’t have a work permit.  But the pay whilst small, would cover what it cost to eat and the apartment was already taken care off.  They all pressed me to try it, give it a go.

 

So I said yes!  Wow, being in a class with lots of very eager students was pretty nerve racking.  But it was as he said, I just read out of their text books and had them repeat the phrases, tried to get them improve their pronunciation.  In fact it wasn’t bad after the first few days, well afternoons really.  To be honest they were improving my English as I had to read carefully and answer questions about the passages. I tried hard not to make mistakes and I learnt a few rules I had missed at my own school!

 

It was great staying with Brent and living together as partners.  He was off to work before eight, leaving me in bed in the morning.  I walked to the school for one o'clock and was there till around six or seven.  I soon got talking to one of the other teachers and she started me off learning the local language.  So I was back to school as a teacher and student at the same time. Neat!

 

Our social life was curtailed quite a bit, in fact we didn’t go out too much at first.  Brent was keen to do his best with his job and often brought work home as did Disee.  I also tried to bring my lifestyle into line with what I earned, treats were reserved for weekends or if midweek, on Disee.

 

His cousin was a really nice guy and spoke English quite well.  He was the same age as Brent and was his best mate for as long as he could remember.  He was also the one with whom he discovered sex, learning about j/o at a very early age, they practised together as often as possible even up to them going to college, he told me.  As teenagers, they used each other to experiment on hearing about sex at school.  Brent never said Disee was gay, but it as obvious they didn’t mind helping each other out right up till Brent left for England, so I guess he was at least bi.

 

Disee was the same height as Brent, but much more stocky and well made, as if he may have done weights at some time, but not too much.  He was handsome too, a similar face to Brent but a little more square in the jaw.  When we were out, he was the leader, say at a restaurant or bar and we were short of chairs, Disee was the guy to quickly sort it out.  He soon knew my food tastes and would order dinner without really asking my preference, knowing exactly what would suit me.  He was never wrong.  The kind of guy when he spoke, people always listened.  But having said that, he was fairly quiet and never pushy, and had a great sense of humour and loved a good joke even when it was on him.  He knew himself and got on with it, if you know what I mean.

 

So this was how it was for a couple of months when two things happened.  The first was my job.  Disse's Uncle must have been pleased with me because he arranged for a few strings to be pulled and I got a work permit.  Legal and with a little pay rise.  Not much mind, but he also asked if I was prepared to give extra lessons to families who for whatever reason, didn’t want or couldn’t send their sons or daughters to the school.  I said yes, of course.   So starting with just a couple of students at first, I made visits to houses, usually nice ones, and gave private lessons to members of generally well to do families.  I received quite a lot of extra cash for this, which was welcome, and I guess the uncle received quite a bit more then me, so we were all happy.

 

The second thing was sex.  As the weeks went by and we felt more easy-going around the apartment, I guess our petting and gropes outside of the bedroom became more frequent.  Disee couldn’t fail to notice, although we didn’t try and rub it in his face.  One particular evening we were watching a video, me and Brent on the sofa with Disee on the floor leaning against it.  We were cuddled up watching, with hands occasionally squeezing here and there (we were just wearing shorts) as you do, when I started to get horny.  A wandering hand from Brent eventually came across my boner and pretty soon he was the same way.  Not thinking too much, I had quickly pulled down his zip and flicked open the top button for better access.  We were still watching the video or trying too, but soon our secondary occupation became the only entertainment as we started smooching, feeling, stroking and gently playing with each others dicks.     

 

At what point our private petting became public I don’t know, but somewhere along the line, our cocks were out of our shorts and I may have even had my head fastened down on his.  Then bringing me back to the here and now, I heard Brent talking to Disee.  I looked around to find him watching us instead of the film.  He had his hand over his crotch and was in an obvious state of excitement.  They said a few things to each other and then Brent said we were making him horny and he would love to join in or just watch if we wanted to go further.  What did I think about it?  Well, I didn’t think about it, I just said "yes why not," but not to any particular question.

 

"Mmm," Brent said, "this should be fun."  My head was pushed onto his cock and I resumed one of my favourite hobbies. When I tugged at his shorts so as to get to his balls and lick them, he raised his hips off the sofa and pushed them and the briefs down to his ankles.  As I went back to the work in hand, Brent worked my shorts down my legs. I didn't look at Disee and in fact kept him out of my mind.  I had never had sex with more than one partner and if I thought about this, I knew I would get embarrassed in some way, so better not to, just keep my mind full of just what was slipping in and out of my mouth. 

 

Even when Brent pulled me off his cock and stood up facing me, I didn’t look anywhere but at his cock, not one inch to the left or right.  I sat on the edge of the sofa and Brent stood in front, rocking backwards and forwards into my mouth with his long cock.  I knew he was horny, his cock had that couple of extra pounds per square inch pressure behind it, stretching it to the limit although he was not ready for cuming yet. Just plain horny.

 

He started face fucking me a little harder, I knew his steam was rising when he put his hands on the back of my head so I couldn't back off, and don’t I just love that!  When I thought he was going for the home run, he abruptly pulled his cock from my mouth and deftly turned me round, half lying along the sofa with my knees on the floor.  When I turned, it was away from Disee, so I still didn’t have to acknowledge in my mind that he was there.

 

I could feel the vibrations from Brent, I knew he was really worked up and had that urgency about his movements that signalled a dire need.  The second I turned around on the sofa, he put some spit over my asshole and covered my back with his body.  He nibbled around my neck and shoulders, his nose running up the nape of my neck, lifting me to cloud nine instantly.  His cock found my entrance and his speed at sliding it home surprised me, as well as taking my breath away.  He left me no time to think about that though, for he was soon pounding my ass with that long poker of his.  The quickness of it all seemed to catch me out at every turn, I had not seen him as desperate as this before.    

 

He stopped once, lifted my hips further round onto the sofa and pulled up my shoulders so instead of burying my head into the cushion, I was up on my arms.  He then pulled up my head rather sharply, I opened my eyes in surprise and in front of my face was the cock of Disee.

 

Brent resumed his pleasure in my ass, but I was shocked at the sight in front of me.  Okay, Disee had a great body, another story all on its own, but what was between his legs caused me to shudder.  Brent had a long long cock, but this wasn’t long, maybe only six to seven inches.  But my oh my, it was fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!!!  One of the fattest cocks I ever did see.  Brent was pushing my head forward onto it and I was resisting while I had a good look.  But between them they won, Brent pushed my head down and Disee pushed his hips forward.  No contest for them, only for me.  I thought I would not get it in, but it did, just removed some teeth on the way!  I had to stretch my jaw and it was soon aching having to keep it so wide.  Have you ever seen a snake dislocate its jaw to take the prey?  Well I had just about the same feeling.  It was very hard work for me.  Brent was pounding my ass and Disee pounding my mouth.

 

For survival, I soon found a position where I it was not too uncomfortable and a turn off.  Luckily Brent had the big turn on effect with me, his pounding my ass was just how I liked it.  This kept me going whilst I learned the best way to take Disee and get into a good rhythm with them both.  After a few more minutes, I was positively enjoying this double end fucking.  But no sooner had I learnt to handle them and was feeling relaxed, Brent had had enough and machine gunned my ass right up to unloading his cargo as deep as he could get.  What he was saying I couldn’t understand, but I gathered he was doing a running commentary to Disee, who wound up on his blow by blow account, fired his load into my mouth a few seconds later.  Exhausted when they pulled out, I dropped down onto the sofa.

 

But afterwards, Brent was concerned as to how I felt about it.  I told him it was good, another dimension to our sex.  He asked me if I would do it again, I told him it was fine, I enjoyed it. A really strange kind of feeling for me, being taken by these two.  Knowing Brent liked it as well, I didn’t have a problem at all.  Disee also showed me a lot of concern, as if he was scared he had pushed me to do something I didn’t want.  I had to make a big show of telling him it was fine, for them to accept it and relax, even going so far as to fool about wanting them to do it again, so as to make them laugh.

 

Another small turning point was that after this night, none of us bothered too much about what we wore around the flat.  I was never concerned in England, being nude when I slept, often I ate my breakfast before I thought of getting dressed.  Out here in Jakarta, it was at that back of my mind about being in someone else's house and having to act properly.  While we didn’t walk around nude, just briefs were now quite respectable and going between the shower and bedroom naked was also in order.  You can't be shy with someone you have just had sex with is what I say!

 

I had more of Disee at the following weekend.  We had stayed in bed late and Disee brought us some coffee.  I had just woken up and as Brent pushed down the covers when he sat up, my early morning boner was there for all to see.  Brent pulled it around a bit, making some jokes about me always being horny.  In no time, Disee had a boner too, he was only in his briefs so he couldn’t keep it quiet.  Brent was amused by this and with one joke and another, soon he had Disee straddle my chest and put it into my mouth.  I did the needful for a while, but then Brent wanted Disee off and pulled me half way down the bed.  He then had Disee kneel over my head from the pillow, while he pulled my legs up and folded them back towards my shoulders. 

 

It was soon apparent, that once sex started with these two and one did something, it was a great turn on to the other.  They fed on each other’s actions, keen to watch every movement the other made as we had sex.  You could say a feeding frenzy with me as the meat!

 

They faced each other over me, Disee pushing his cock down into my mouth, then moving forward to let me lick and suck his balls.  When I licked behind them, he put his weight down, sitting on my face while I sucked at the sensitive area up to his ass-hole.  Brent meanwhile was stuffing his cock into my hole, filling me up with a need for more and more.  In this position, he could jack me off , although he was careful not to make me cum. 

 

When he got to the point when he would make his home run and finish me off, he pulled out instead.  Keeping my legs well back, he moved to the side  and told Disee to take his place.  (I couldn’t understand when they talked to each other though, my knowledge of the language was still at child level)

 

I was a bit scared at this, but it looked as if I didn’t have any say.  Brent applied some more spit to my ass and to Disee's cock, working it up and down till he was satisfied it was hard enough.  He brought it to the mark and told him to push.  Just being fucked was obviously a good starter, but from the moment he started to push it home, I thought my life was about to end.  He was gentle, as gentle as an elephant can get that is.  Brent worked my cock, which had decided to take a sleep and his hand didn’t seem to be able to wake him.  Disee pushed harder and harder.  A sweat broke out on my face.  I squirmed and squirmed trying to ease the way in but the effort was making my skin into goose bumps.  Just at the moment when I was going to tell him to stop, he got past the door and took a rest. 

 

I felt as if a marrow was in there.  But Brent was all for him to try more and more.  He did, pushing forward, easing a little back and then pushing hard again.  I think it was my nervousness as much as anything that was making it difficult.  After all Brent had been at my ass for a couple of years now, so it should have gone in easier than it was doing.   Finally he gave a lunge forward putting his full weight behind it in an effort to get all the way in.  I shouted out, couldn’t help it.  When Brent said it was all home, I sighed with relief and relaxed a little.  Disee didn’t move for a while and Brent did his best to get me back hard again.  He sucked me a while, licked my nipples and played with the back of my neck.  It worked, I got my feeling back, then I got my horny feeling back and wriggled against the cock jammed up me.

 

It was the signal that Disee had been waiting for.  He started to fuck me.  Oh! Brent's long cock was one thing, but this big fat cock stretching me was quite another. So different, it was like another kind of sex.  One wasn’t better than the other, just so completely unlike.  But it wasn’t long before I got into it, loving the feeling of being split in two by a big fat cock.  Brent was almost jumping up and down he was so turned on by the sight.  He sat over my face so that I could lick his balls and he jacked himself watching me being fucked by this monster.  I couldn’t move, but the whole emotion had me turned on so.  No-one was touching my cock, but when I felt Disee speed up to his climax and felt that cock seemingly get even bigger, I came a bucket full over my stomach and chest.  Brent soon followed, adding his load over mine and then Disee let go inside me, his hot juices burning as they pumped out and filled my ass.  I couldn’t help but groan loudly, the feeling of being held down by these two bodies and the thought of all cock and cum, I could have screamed for all I was worth my tension was so high.

 

As so it has gone on, Brent and me sharing our bodies as needed, and Disee joining in every so often for what is really, heavy sex, with me on the receiving end.  I like it, I really do.  When I am with Brent and it's my mood to take him, I can do for as long as I want, and when we are all together and that mood is there, I can be taken by both of them more than a few times each. Strange I would say, like two people within myself, but we all enjoy the arrangement, so it continues. 

 

Disee is the top man in our group and he never messes around with Brent or anyone else, (although he will sometimes take hold of Brent's cock and play with it before putting it to my ass or mouth if Brent is busy elsewhere with his hands).  But there is another side to him as well.  Occasionally, he will sit near me, say when Brent is busy with work he has brought home.  I know the signs now, he will do something affectionate, nothing dramatic, just a touch or a squeeze or whatever.  Then he talks to Brent, I know by the tone of his voice as they talk quietly and I guess he asks if it is okay, that he is in that mood.  After some conversation, he will say to me, "Would I like to go to his room?" 

 

We go there, with Brent's approval, and he is a completely changed man.  Its Disee that sucks my cock and its he that asks me to fuck him, well not exactly asking, but he turns over when he is ready, not having to say any words.  And then I do, give him everything and he groans and whimpers and sticks his ass out for more. It’s a great feeling to be in the driving seat with his powerful body.  I am sure he could put me on the floor in a couple of seconds if he wanted, but when in this situation, with him doing anything I want, well it really gives me a big kick! But this is not a usual carry on, perhaps only once a month or six weeks say, but when the time is right, he needs a good fucking and enjoys it tremendously.  

 

By six months, I had a regular income with private students from the school and Brent had got his feet under the table with his job.  I had got to know my way around Jakarta with visiting so many homes and had enough of the language under my belt to get about without too much difficulty.  Things were good.  I was pleased how it had worked out and had no desire to be back in England again.   But things rarely stay the same do they?

 

 

 

Part III

 

Later in the year when one of the national holidays came along, we decided to do something a little different, something Brent and I had wanted to do for a long time.  We decided to go to the Gunung Halimun National Park for a couple of days walking and well, just having a look.  It’s not too far from Jakarta and Disee borrowed a car from somewhere so we could go as we pleased. The weather was not so bad and we had heard that in the park it is a lot cooler, being so high up, so hopefully the heat would not be too exhausting.

 

I was quite excited by the time we got going, I was sure we would have some fun together as we left the cares of work and the city behind. Sure enough driving down in the car, Disee and Brent were in great form for jokes and funny stories, telling me about stuff from their youth together.  We had a good laugh and the journey passed quickly, in no time at all we were through Bogor and up into the hills.

 

Arriving at park information centre in Ciantanherang, Disee did his stuff and got together all the maps and information we would need while Brent and I sorted the packs out and bought some last minute snacks and drinks from an adjoining shop.  The place was quite busy, I was surprised so many other people had the same idea. Satisfied we had everything sorted, Disee parked up the car and we set off along one of the main paths.  There were lots of other backpackers or strollers, some finishing their walks and heading back to the car park and others like us walking along in groups or by themselves into the park.  I looked forward to getting away from them so there would be just the three of us, I was sure as the paths divided and went off to different points, the people would thin out along the way.

 

Some distance from the information centre, I realised that the Coke we had been drinking in the car and then from the shop, meant I had to take a leak pretty quickly.  But as we walked along, I could see nowhere to go, the forest trees were some way back and between them and the path and low bushes.  Too many people were around to do it at the side of the path, so soon I became desperate.

 

A little further on, I spied a track heading up to a group of trees about eighty metres away.  I said to Brent I was going up there to have a pee and he said he wanted one as well.  So we quickly went up the path, single file as it was narrow and not an "official" one.  At the group of trees the path did an "S" through them and together with some higher bushes, no one below would be embarrassed as we relieved ourselves.

 

I stood there spraying the bushes and looked down to the main pathway and the people on it down below us.  Brent joked about how much I had stored up, it never seemed as if it would stop.  It had also given me a boner with the pressure and having to wait so long.  When Brent finished his pee, he stroked the last drops off and joked about my hard cock as I still continued to water the plants.  Finally it finished and I shook it dry but with talking about it, my hard on remained.  Brent still was stroking his and I noticed he had a hard on as well with watching me.  It happened that with getting ready for this trip we had not had any sex either last night or this morning, so my cock seemed to be letting me know it was missing something, whether I wanted to or not. 

 

Brent reached over and put his hand on it, slowly rubbing up and down as he liked to do.  Oh!, sex in the great outdoors, we laughed but nevertheless, still carried on.  I reached over and took his cock, playing with working the shaft up and down.  When I thought about the people below us, it was plain we could not be seen and if anyone walked up the same path, we would see them long before the reached us.  Disee just stood watching us, but then moved closer to observe better.  Brent undid the top button to my fly and let the flaps fall open to get his hand down my briefs.  This was nice in the warm fresh air, been a long time since I had any kind of sex outside, maybe way back when I was a boy scout and jacked off in my tent.

 

I did the same to Brent' s jeans, pulled down his briefs and played with his hard cock and balls.  For sure we were both turned on by the location and were no longer just joking around.  That tingling feeling had started somewhere behind my balls that demanded an orgasm at some point.  Disee understood the moment and took out his own hard cock, stroking it while looking on. 

 

Brent guided my head down so I could use my mouth.  Eagerly I did so, excited by the thought of being in the open.  I pulled his briefs and jeans down to his knees so I could tongue his balls as I loved to do.  Disee brought his cock alongside for me to suck as well, two large dicks to feast on!  I was already feeling light headed but it was not lack of oxygen, we not at a high enough altitude yet!  I worked on them for the pleasure of sucking and licking, not to bring them off quickly. But Disee was soon ready and had to pull back or else he would cum.  Instead he got behind me and pulled down my jeans to mess with my ass, sliding his big cock along the crack and working between my legs.  I was really glad he didn’t want to fuck me because cleaning up would have been difficult, but what he was doing felt just great.

 

Then I heard "Wowwwww!!!"  I wasn’t Brent and it wasn’t Disee either.  There at the side of the tree to the left of Brent was a teenager.  He looked at us grinning and gabbled on in their language.  I shit myself, suddenly the excitement of sex outdoors evaporated and the tingling feeling behind my balls became a quake in my stomach.  I thought I was going to throw up the shock was so great.  Frozen to the spot, I imagined he was shouting out that a crime was being committed, but very, very slowly it came to me that this guy was grinning from ear to ear and talking fairly light-heartedly to Brent.  He was even making jokes. Brent had turned away when he made his appearance and had clamped my head against him tight, as if not to show this guy what we were doing.   Likewise Disee was close up to my bum and hadn't moved, so the kid couldn’t actually see anything but I guess with my pants down, something was going on and he was curious as to what.

 

Brent told me afterwards his conversation went something like, "Hey what you guys doing to this foreigner?"

 

"He is our friend and we were enjoying the open air."

 

"What you doing to him? Looks like you are doing what my cousin talks about!"

 

"What does your cousin talk about?"

 

"He tells me a lot about sex, is that what you guys are up to?"

 

"Well, er, yes, we are having sex."

 

"Woww, no kidding, what exactly are you doing?"

 

I could hear this quick fire conversation going on, the kid was plainly snappy, doing exaggerated movements when he said "Wow", even a little shuffle of his feet when he laughed.  He looked around 17 or 18, slim body, wearing shorts with his tee shirt and slung over one shoulder.

 

He moved closer to have a better look, like I was in the zoo or something!  Brent tapped me on the head and said quietly "cute kid".  I hadn't studied his face but when he said this I did.  He was cute, an infectious looking smile which he seemed to wear permanently, a good looking youth.  But I couldn’t help wondering why he stood there, didn’t he have anywhere to go, wasn’t he aware that his presence was causing more than a little embarrassment.  Whatever, he seemed in no hurry to leave and continued his chatter to Brent, Disee still remaining quiet and motionless as I was.  I still had Brent's cock in my mouth and he still had his hand on the back of my head. 

 

"Hey, why has he got his head there, what is he doing?"

 

"He's sucking my cock."

 

"Wow, really, he can do that?"

 

"Yes he can do that, we do it a lot."

 

"Wow! Let me see, my cousin told me all about it."

 

He moved closer still. Brent pulled back away a little, drawing his cock out of my mouth in the process.

 

The Kid drew out a quiet whistle  “You sure have a big cock, how can he do that?"

 

“He practises a lot.”

 

Brent pushed it back into my mouth again.

 

The kid said, "Fantastic, I never believed my cousin when he told me people could do that."

 

"Your cousin was right.  Did he not show you?"

 

"Yes he wanted to, but we just jack-off together when we meet, we never do anything more, but he is always telling me about stuff."

 

Brent moved his cock in and out of my mouth a few times, showing my capabilities off to the kid.  He was inquisitive and maybe by drawing him in, there would not be a danger of him running off and making a problem, which he might well do if we got angry and told him to scoot!

 

His eyes were nearly popping from his head as Brent did his demonstration.  I could also see a tent appear in the front of his shorts.

 

Brent noticed too, he said to me, "Cute kid isn't he, and horny too, have you seen?"

 

I said "yes, I had." 

 

He was cute and he was definitely horny.  Brent did some more of his face fuck routine, more than I thought necessary, and the kid was loving the spectacle.

 

This had the effect of making the kid quiet, probably speechless in fact as he witnessed his first sight of cocksucking.  Unconsciously, one of his hands moved to his crotch to rearrange the obviously hard tool within.  It stayed there squeezing it now and again as he watched Brent do his stuff on me. Being on eye level with it, he filled my vision to the left of Brent.

 

Brent questioned him again, "You never did like this with your cousin then?"

 

A now quaky voice replied, "No, I never did but he wanted me to."

 

Brent then said, "Why don’t you have a go now?"

 

The kid said, "Do like you do? Wont the guy mind?"

 

"No, he likes it, he does this all the time with us."

 

“It looks good, if you don’t think he would mind……?

 

Brent pulled out of my mouth and side stepped to the kid, pushing him to stand where he had been directly in front of me.  The kid looked nervous, so was I, not knowing what Brent was up to at first as most of this was related to me later.  Positioning him, he quickly unhooked the kid’s the top button and slid down the zip on his shorts, then told him to put his cock in my mouth.  Having been undone, the kid slowly pulled down his briefs and pulled out his cock, hard and standing straight. 

 

"Go on," Brent encouraged, "put it to his mouth," and pushed the kid forward to me. 

 

He did and I took it in, rolling my tongue around the end and then taking it all right to the back of my mouth so my face was up to his groin.  He wasn’t big, so it was no problem.  The kid moaned, and then pulled out, maybe to see if I hadn't somehow bitten his cock off.  Once he was happy it was still there, he said something like "fantastic" and pushed it back in.  Not only pushing in, he started to face fuck me like a man of experience.  Within seconds, he was moaning, his hands were clasping my head hard and bang, he exploded in all of twenty seconds from the start.  Horny, he must have been about to cum just talking before.    

 

After he pulled out, he laughed about his legs shaking. 

 

He inspected his cock again but didn’t put it away.  Brent took his place and I realised he was turned on by what had happened.  Disee too, started to work his cock back between my legs.  Brent slid his cock into my mouth, fucking me to cum as quickly as possible.  It didn’t take long and soon my mouth was filled with his familiar taste.  Disee I could feel was whacking off with the head of his cock between the cheeks of my ass till he groaned and I felt his sticky juices filling my crack and run down my legs.

 

Once Brent finished, I could see the kid again and he was playing with his still hard cock as he watched the sex unfold.  He was amazed at the sight of Disee's cock, who wouldn’t be, but it must have made him feel a little inadequate.  Then, Brent pushed the kid in front of me again and told him to go for it.  He did, and Brent did his best for me too by playing with my cock whilst the kid repeated his earlier trick and came again in ultra quick time.

 

I needed a rest now, my legs were aching from the strain and I wanted to clean my mouth, as much as I love the taste of juice.  We sat on a nearby fallen tree and shared some of the Coke around, the stuff that had started this all off in the first place.

 

The kid resumed his animated self, telling us he lived in a nearby village and did odd jobs at the park centre where he was headed.  Now not at all nervous, I had a chance to give him a good look over and was impressed, not only for his cute, trim looks, but more by his slightly cocky, forward manner.  He was not shy, well he would have run a mile if he was, and he wasn’t in awe of us either, talking easily to each, me especially once he understood I did know the basics of the language. Not the kind of shy reserved kid you would expect to find out in the villages at all.  He also told us that he was going to Jakarta in a few weeks time where his uncle had found a job for him.  He wanted our telephone number and said he would see us there, not that we expected him too.  With that he said he must be off and half ran and half skipped down the path, waving his tee-shirt in the air, laughing and shouting his goodbyes as he went.  I don’t think he would forget today for a long time, neither would I.

 

The rest of our time there was uneventful compared with that.  But it was tremendously good, really invigorating with all the wonderful scenery and fresh air, not forgetting the exercise of all kinds that we did.

 

Back home in Jakarta and into the normal routine, we had put the kid out of mind, it had been over three weeks since our trip.  One evening the telephone rang and a guy asked for Brent. I passed it over not knowing who it was and Brent talked for a while then I heard him giving out our address.  After he put the phone down, he told us it was the teenager we had met in the national park.  He had his name, but it was not one I was ever going to remember so I christened him Jimmy, as in Jimminy Cricket, a chirpy boy, well I thought it was funny at the time.

 

About an hour later there he was at the door, smiling and full of life.  He was happy to see us and was soon bounding round the flat looking into our stuff as if he had never seen an apartment before.  He made a joke about everything he saw, I think he was really funny too, because he had Brent and Disee laughing out loud, but of course I didn’t get what it was all about.  He told us there was no-one but an uncle and aunt living here in the city, so he didn’t know anyone of his own age in Jakarta, his only "friends" it turned out, were us.  In two days time, his uncle had arranged for him to go to an electronics company where he would join a training programme.  He was very happy, had it all planned out what he was going to do with his life.  

 

He stayed till quite late, Brent told me he had spoken of his cousin again, after his time with us I think he listened a bit more closely to what his cousin had to say from some of the things he came out with.  He wanted to see where we slept; in fact he wanted to know everything as if he was on some kind of mission of discovery.  He asked about our trip, what we had done, if we had met anyone else, meaning had we had sex with anyone else, he was very direct this kid!  But he was nice, I liked his manner and although he was forward, he was polite too, nothing brash or rude about him although it was clear he was from the countryside, perhaps that was why.  He asked if he could come back and see us again, when we said yes, his grin showing his appreciation.

 

Three days later he was back, but there was something very wrong.  He came in and sat down, hardly speaking at all.  When Brent asked him what was the matter, tears streamed down his face.  I thought someone must have died he was so upset, but no, he told us of his visit to the company where he was going to work.  They had said his rural education was insufficient and he would first need to study for something before they could employ him.  The cost of the course was beyond what his uncle or family could pay for.  His dreams were shattered.  He was obviously a bright guy, but this was not enough, they needed a paper to prove it. I asked Brent how much was this course he had to take.  It sounded a lot of money, but in Indonesia it always does.  Divide by 1000 and you get a realistic figure, well when converted back into English money it appeared to be nothing anyway.  But nothing to me was more than his family could hope for obviously.  I told Brent to tell him I would pay for it, I couldn’t believe this guy could have his future jeopardised over such a small amount.  Brent asked me if I was sure, I said he could pay me back in the future although I didn’t really expect he would. 

 

When he explained what I had said, things appeared to be worse.  Had I insulted him I wondered, because his sobs and tears increased instead of stopping.  Brent spoke with him a while and then said to me he was asking why this foreigner should help him, when no-one else had done.  His tears now were of gratitude not for ruined dreams.  Brent said quietly, you know you have just saved not only his life but his family as well.  His father doesn't work and the job here in Jakarta would support them all.  Without this job his uncle had found, he would have to have gone back home to be a labourer in the fields for the rest of his life or picked up menial jobs in the city.  I had just changed all that.  The ins and outs hadn't crossed my mind when I made the offer, the realities of rural life didn't occur to me.  But somehow I wish he had never told me.

 

So it was that Jimmy started his course at a college not too far away.  He became a regular visitor to our apartment.  Soon he insisted that I go and meet with his uncle, which I did.  They were so polite, it put me on edge.  My Indonesian got me through most of it and Jimmy didn’t let them keep me there too long, he just wanted to show them who was responsible for it all.  They were simple people living in a very small house.  I wondered where Jimmy would have slept, for the place didn’t look big enough to have three people living there.  Perhaps that was why it was easy for him to go to our place, which he did more and more often, until after a discussion one night, we told him he could move in with us.  Brent and Disee both liked him a lot and being the kind of guy he was, there was no pressure when he was around.  He was good around the apartment, very house proud, so when he had time to spare, he would tidy up, clean up whatever, so he was not a burden on us.  If the guys were working at night on something special, he never put the TV on to disturb them, always being thoughtful.

 

He shared Disee's room and as you can imagine, when those times came when we were all feeling horny, Jimmy was now part of it.  He was the first guy I have ever met who could cum so fast and so often.  His quicky in the woods was not unusual.  When there was a moment when Brent and Disee were not plugging my ends, Jimmy would be there and slip me his boner.  He was so fast at cuming, but with the speed were all the condensed feelings of a “normal” session.  He might be quick, but the absolute passion and intensity of the moment came over just as much as an hour long fuck.  I liked his sex just as I liked the other two.  When we had a get-together, Jimmy might cum in my mouth three or four times.  I let him fuck me too, but his passion was to be in my face, whether that was from his first time with us I don’t know.  I also fucked him, not straight away though because he had no experience and he was so tight.  There was quite a lot of eating his ass and finger fucking to do and until he was happy about someone playing with his most private area, so, I didn’t try to get my cock into him for quite some time.  Once I had though, he wanted more and loved being taken almost as much as he loved me slurping his cock.  Sadly, I made a one bad mistake with him and it taught me a big lesson.

 

In one of our orgies, I had the urge to see him get fucked by Disee, see his big body and cock onto this slim youth with a tight ass.  They both started to do as I asked, but immediately the spirit went out of Jimmy.  I thought Disee must be really hurting him and told him not to carry on.  Jimmy went off to the bathroom and stayed there a while.  A few days later, we were having another session and again I suggested it would be great to see Brent to fuck him, thinking it was Disee's big cock that was the problem.  Jimmy got down to let Brent do it but again something was wrong.  As he had not even tried to get in, I didn’t understand, but the energy of the session didn’t allow me to dwell on it overlong.  I just called Brent over to do something else with me.

 

After we had finished, Jimmy was in his room and I wondered what was the matter.  Brent and Disee hadn't commented on it, but I knew something was amiss.  I went in there to find him sitting on the floor.  I sat down beside him and asked him what the matter was.  He wouldn’t look me in the eyes and kept quiet.  I kept on at him to say what was bothering him. 

 

Finally he said, "You no unerstan!" 

 

"What don’t I understand," I asked, "tell me!" 

 

He was boiling with anger I could see, but he couldn’t explain with his English so limited and my Indonesian not much better. 

 

"Look," he said, "you want Disee fuck me, its okay, you want Brent to fuck me, its okay, but I no like.  You go to street, bring one man to fuck me, its okay, but I no like, you no unerstan!" 

 

I looked at him, not knowing what to say. 

 

He carried on, "Look, me no like girl, me no like boy, I like you. “This,” he grabbed his crotch, "only for you.”  This," he patted his ass, "belong you.  You want someone fuck me, its okay, but I no like.  You unerstan now?"

 

Now it was my turn to cry, how could I have been so stupid and awful to him.  It never crossed my mind what he thought of me and where I was in his life, but now I knew.  When he saw me crying, he melted a little. 

 

"You know," he tried to explain, "Brent number one, no problem for me.  Disee with you no problem for me.  But you number one for me, you unerstan?" 

 

Yes, I did understand now.  I was so sorry for asking him to be fucked by someone and now I hated myself for it.  We consoled each other and I told him how sorry I was, and he told me it was okay, no problem now.  After making up we and went out into the lounge.  Somehow I got the feeling Disee and Brent knew exactly what had been going on with Jimmy, but they wouldn’t have told me, it was something I had to find out for myself.  I don’t know, maybe it’s the culture thing that they wouldn’t say anything, but I was glad it was sorted before we fell out or something more serious happened.

 

Soon we were over it and he sparkled even more, now he knew I had got the message.  The next time we were alone together, he was amazing when we made sex, but I shouldn't say that now, rather when we made love!  I can't describe everything we did, I wouldn’t know how, not just the physical stuff, but the feelings and warmth between us, suffice to say it was everything you could imagine when two people come together.  If ever I had a son, I hope he turned out like Jimmy, his personality and warmth were qualities I had rarely ever seen before.

 

Part IV

I have just one more part to my story in Indonesia.  Don’t think Brent or me or the other guys were sleeping around, we didn’t, - ever.  It was just kind of like our family.  But it was not yet complete for there was another who joined us later.

 

It was through my private lessons.  I had met with lots of young people, but apart from appreciating a few good looking ones, it never went any further until I came across a guy called Jay.  I had been asked to go to an address in the upmarket area a little way out of Jakarta.  The taxi dropped me at the gates and someone came to let me in.  It was a mansion, beautiful lawns and gardens, the real top class stuff.  At the door, a uniformed maid ushered me in to wait.  Soon a young guy bounded in and introduced himself.  He was good looking as you would expect or perhaps he would not be mentioned here.  He was dressed casually, tennis shorts and polo shirt but the look was immaculate.  All in all, the picture of a handsome young man.  I already knew his mother had contacted the school for help with her son's English, he now explained that he needed a good command of the language for the course he was to commence at University.  He already could speak quite well and was obviously very well educated.  But he required a bit of extra polish, which was why I was there.

 

Showing me the way to his room, not exactly a room, more his apartment within the house, three rooms in fact.  He had a study, lounge and bedroom, each of which you could have fitted our own apartment into.

 

Soon we got down to work and he kept me on my toes with his questions about points of grammar.  He was clearly better educated than I was including the technicalities of English.  Anyway he enjoyed talking and wanted to be perfect. It was very apparent this was important and I soon grew to enjoy my work and visits there, if only for the tea and cakes the maid brought in half way through each session, I could go without lunch there was so much to eat.  Twice a week was my schedule for about an hour or a little longer.  I never ever saw the mother, he said she was always out visiting friends and father was always out of the country, so there was only the two of us plus the servants.

 

For two months I went there, right up to him taking an exam at which point my work would be over. Nothing happened at all between us, although we sat side by side at the table, close enough to smell his sweet aroma.  After the exam, Disee's uncle called me to see him.  He held out a letter from the boy’s mother.  Jay had passed his exam and she wanted to tell me how grateful she was for the effort I had made with him.  To show her sincerity there was a sizeable bonus for me.  I held up the letter as if it might be a joke, beautiful hand writing on expensive printed notepaper, no it could only come from that house.  Great, it made me feel wonderful to be appreciated like that.  There was also an extra.  Between now and the time her son would be starting University, would I mind keeping up the lessons.  No problem, it was almost money for nothing.  Disee’s uncle was more than pleased and I guess he was thinking of the good it would do his school to have this commendation from such a well to do family. 

 

So it was back to the mansion for me, twice a week again.  I looked forward to returning, wondering if I would meet with his mother at all, I would have to thank her for the generous gift.  When Jay appeared in the entrance hall, he was much more casual than before both in his formality and his dress.  He was in an old tee-shirt ripped in various places ala punk style.  His shorts, well you could call them shorts or to be more precise, they were shorts at some time, now they were a few patches of cloth held together by threads. 

 

Following to his rooms, I looked at these old jeans cut right down so they reached just to the top of his legs.  Areas of flesh on his ass cheeks showed through them and instantly made my wonder if he was in fact wearing any briefs.  I put that thought away as just my perverted mind.  Once in his study I watched him walk around whilst talking.  The front of them also had patches of flesh showing in the pocket areas on both sides, in fact they were more holes than material I decided, and I also thought I had better keep my mind on teaching him English.

 

Then when we were sat besides each other reading and talking about a book, I leaned back in my seat as he was leaning forward to the table.  I couldn’t resist a look where shorts were loose away from his back. As I looked down, where you would expect to see the top of briefs, there wasn’t any.  Just the indentation of his spine running clear down as far as I could make out.

 

I began to get a hot prickly feeling over my skin as my mind went into overdrive.  A fluttering began in my stomach that had a curious effect on my voice, making it break as I spoke and also my throat went dry.  But even this was not all, for when he commented on what he had read, he leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms up behind his head.  Not only was all his stomach exposed but more serious his fly was open and I could see the zip runner half way up meaning it was broken, meaning he knew it was open.  I couldn’t see any further as a shadow from the table fell across his waist making the gap in his fly just a dark patch, but I guess he must be dressed "at the other side" or else I would be able to see what he had got.

 

I was getting very agitated by all this.  My mind was shooting off in all directions to the point where I was not hearing what he was saying at times.

 

Now that he had passed the exam, we were just really talking together giving him speech practise rather than studying, which he was previously very assiduous at.   He got up frequently and walked about the room and at one point stopped in front of the mirror to check himself out. He ran his hand over his chest, flexed his arms and made a few poses.

 

"I have been working on my body," he said talking into the mirror.  "Would you say I have a good body, am I good looking?" 

 

"Well I don’t know," I said, "I can only guess at what you look like." 

 

His question caught me by surprise.  He turned and lifted off his tee-shirt and walked back towards me, opening his arms inviting me to take a look. 

 

"Yes," I told him, "you have a very good body, well shaped but not too chiselled." 

 

"What is that?" he asked me. 

 

"Chiselled, well its what you could call some of the body builders that are solid looking with big muscles everywhere.  A lot of people don’t like it when they go that far." 

 

"But am I solid?" he asked, running his hand over his chest.  He was talking completely innocently, nothing in his tone would make you think differently and I was talking honestly too.  Whatever I did back in my own apartment, this was not the place to be thinking of anything along the same lines.

 

He squeezed his arm muscles and then took hold of my hand for me to test likewise. I did. 

 

"How are they?" he asked. 

 

"They're good, I can tell you have been working them," I said. 

 

He took my hand again and held it too his chest.  "Are these big enough or do I have to work out some more?" he asked. 

 

Rather than have him put my hand on each part of his body that he needed reassuring about, I joined in and slid my hand across him, pressing his stomach muscles, commenting that there was no fat, all meat. I appreciated his waist in the same way, then tapped his hips and pinched his solid thighs.  The thought ran through my mind it was rather like examining a horse.      

 

"Yes," I said finishing off, "you have a great body, good enough to be a model, definitely." 

 

"A nude model," he said going off in a direction I hadn't meant. 

 

"Well I can almost see you nude now with all the holes in your shorts, you are not far off are you.  You have a nice ass, what I can see," I said with a chuckle. 

 

He smiled at me, "You think so?" he said, seemingly surprised that anyone should find him good looking enough for modelling. 

 

"Yes why not, I would think nude, you have a nice shape, just your shorts disrupt the line of your body as I look at you now, so I can’t say for sure."

 

He traced his hand up his chest again and then down.  As the fingers passed his waist they flicked the stud button and the shorts fell to his ankles.  I actually coughed he surprised me so much.  But he didn’t seem to notice my confusion for he asked me how he looked now.  I appraised him again as I had before and I didn’t have to bullshit with what I said either.  But when I finished remarking on every point I could think of, I made a small joke and pointed to his cock and said that was "delicious."  After talking of bodybuilding, abbs, pecs and the rest, “delicious” didn’t quite fit in, that was my joke. 

 

It didn’t travel though, because he queried me immediately, "Delicious, how is it delicious?"  

 

I squirmed to think of a reply that would satisfy, but one didn’t come to mind.  "Well, delicious, it’s a word association, like when you see some food and you are hungry," wups, that was wrong I thought, perhaps I shouldn’t have said that.  "Like a hotdog you know, good food?"  He looked at me in confusion wanting me to explain further.  I bit the bullet.  "You know, its like, well good enough to eat, delicious!"  He frowned at me, still not twigging the connection.  Exasperated at his sudden lack of common sense, I blurted out, "Delicious, you know when you suck cock, eat cock. DELICIOUS!" 

 

 He stared at me and then at his cock, then back to me.  "You think it's delicious?" 

 

“Yes it is, you are good looking, I said that already!" 

 

"Mmm, I get it," he said, "delicious! You want to eat me?" he asked questioningly.  "I am delicious I know, if you want to try." 

 

His cock had filled out some, not hard but it was rising as the possibilities went through his mind.   This was not the situation I wanted to be in, I felt like in a corner and wanted to get out.  But Jay had his hand on his now stiff cock, waving it up and down looking at it and then at me.  I didn't reply to his question, my mind was blank, caught off guard.  You only know what to say in your dreams, not when it actually happens.  But not waiting for a reply, he took one step forward and waived it in my face. 

 

"It really is delicious," he said emphasising the word and thrust his hips forward so that his cock was touching my cheek even as I leaned into the back of the chair away from him. 

 

Wiping it across my lips, I gave in and took it into my mouth.  I closed my eyes to it all and let him thrust forward and fill me up, working it too and fro in a slow face fuck. 

 

"You were right," he said, "You are always right, it’s delicious for me too," he laughed. 

 

I thought he would finish like this but after a minute he pulled out.  I opened my eyes and looked at him. 

 

"Come, follow me," he said taking hold of my hand and pulling me up from the chair and then quickly walking through into his bedroom.  "Come, lie down on the bed, first I want to see if you are delicious too." 

 

I didn't have to do anything, his hand quickly had my belt open and unhooked and the zip down. 

 

"Ah yes," he said, "you also look very good.  I want to see if you taste good as well," and buried his face into my crotch.

 

"Stop, stop," I said frantically, "what if the maid comes in?" 

 

He laughed, "No she is off today, but if it makes you feel any better I will lock the door." 

 

"Yes, it definitely would," I answered and quickly he went to do it.  With that concern out of the way, I took off my shirt and took the pants off my legs, if he was as determined as he appeared, I didn’t want any clothes in the way.  

 

"Ah good," he said when he came back and saw what I was doing.  He practically jumped on me, knocking me back flat onto the bed and resumed work on my cock.   I pulled him around so that we could use each other in a sixty-nine.  His moans showed all the appreciation needed and I shed the last of my reservations going down on him to do one of my favourite jobs.

 

We worked in silence, each lost in the opportunity to carry out whatever dreams we had been making in our minds.  Once started Jay had no inhibitions at all, as I finished savouring his rather attractive cock, I went under to lick at his balls a while and then further to get behind them.  As he realised what I wanted, his legs opened wider and he scooted his hips round to let me get under him.  As my tongue eventually started lapping at the edge of his rose bud, he was obviously ready for my wet massage and he thrust his hips and pressed forward his groin.  No inhibitions at all!

 

Well, if he was going to be totally free, I disengaged myself and put him on his stomach with me sliding down the bed between his out stretched legs.  Before me was his ass in all its glory and I hesitated just a short while to take in the beautiful shape and curves.  Wonderful!  Then I planted my face between the cheeks and worked my tongue into the crease, playing it over and around the bud.  He was into it from the start, pushing his ass back and reaching round to push my head tighter against it.  He opened the bud without prompting to let my tongue probe within. Jay became very vocal, sighing, moaning, aah!-ing, frantic with lust it seemed.  To take it further again, once he was all wetted up, I lifted his hips and brought him to his knees.  Coming close up behind, I worked my bursting cock at the slippery hole and gently pushed it in until the head was lodged through the door. 

 

I stopped my probing to let him rest, not wanting to cause any pain and spoil it after coming so far, but I shouldn’t have bothered.  He squirmed and twisted, pushing his ass back into to me dying for the penetration to continue.  Never needing to be told twice, I pressed home, not an easy task for all of his enthusiasm, because it was plain he had not had previous experience.  But once my little brother was home, his writhing continued with the use of his ass muscles, milking and squeezing my cock in an absolutely wonderful way.  If I wanted to be lazy, Jay would have fucked himself as he twisted and turned about my pole.  And he could just as easily have jacked me off with his ass muscles.  I was amused to try, but no, I wanted to fuck him very much.  I had wondered about this guy for a long time, wondered what he would look like naked, thinking only as dreams and yet here at his own doing, we were fulfilling them with gusto.  Well the gusto was to come, for I fucked him hard and long.  I thought it didn’t matter, as another chance would never happen.  After the kneeling position, I laid him flat for a while and continued laying on top of him, then turned him over onto his back and swung his legs up.  At every turn and change, he was eager to try each new position and keep up the action, I was most impressed.  

 

But as they say, all good things must come to an end and with this likewise.  The feelings of lust were eventually too much and trying to complete the Kama Sutra in one session was an impossible task.  I returned him onto his back, had him hold his legs as far pack as possible and walloped my dick into his ass for a resounding finale.  My last reserves of energy were used in an almighty lunge to bury myself and let go the bursting reservoir of cum inside, holding him tight and still while I pumped out every last drop.  Just so the only movement he would feel between us would be my cock throbbing and twitching as each gush of juice emptied into him. 

 

Finished, I rolled to the side turning him with me.  I eased away from his body and found a great sticky pool of his own juice glueing us together.  I hadn't noticed him come as well, but it showed he had enjoyed it as much as I.  We lay there, talking about him and he quickly brought me up to date on his situation.  We had just done something he had been dreaming about for a long time, but he said with his friends this would be out of the question, any whiff of scandal and his family would kill him or even worse!  His mother had already decided who he should marry after finishing at University and told him he must do his duty for the family.  He knew the girl of course and said she was okay, it wouldn’t be a prison sentence or anything like that, but his own dreams were with what we had just accomplished.

 

It was everything he thought it might be and asked me if on my next visit we could skip the lessons with the books for the lessons on the bed.  Well at what his mother was paying, he could have anything he wanted, it would be no hardship for me and actually he could have it for free.  So that’s what we did for the next three weeks.  I told Brent all about him and he was intrigued by every re-counter of each visit.  I knew Brent would like to meet up with Jay and it was Jay who initiated it, having told him of my life and the boyfriend I lived with.  Once he started at University, he would make time to come around to the apartment.  He doubted whether he would ever be able to do anything like this at the Uni, because it would be full of people from his families’ social circle and obviously we were well out of that.

 

This was how we acquired our last "family" member.  After he had got settled at the University, one night a week, he would come around to the apartment.  Brent, Disee and Jimmy liked him, although he was rich, there were no airs and graces.  Even with Jimmy, who was how would you say, from the opposite end of the social scale, they got on together like a house on fire.  When Jay slept over it was to Jimmy's bed he went rather than sleep on his own which he could have done.  I had to smile because even when we had all had sex with him, I was sure Jimmy would give him something extra when they were side by side in bed, both at retiring and again when waking.

 

Yes we all had sex with Jay, just as they had with me, now the tables were turned somewhat with me joining in.  The reason why, well it turned out that Jay had an incredible appetite for sex, not just sex, but for being fucked.  He loved it, really loved it.  He loved Brent's long spike driving deep inside him, he loved Disee's fat monster splitting him into two and he liked a quickie between them from me from Jimmy. 

 

Yes, Jimmy also put aside his previous "vow" not to use his cock on anyone else, but it was with my approval so I guess that in someway squared it for him. I had to admit, just as I recognised Brent and Disee feeding off each others actions as they each had me, now that I was watching, Jay become the centre of action it really turned me on too. To be there observing two or three people take it to the limit, well I just couldn’t wait till one had finished so that I could take their place.

 

One thing different about all this new set up for me, it was the first time I got fucked while I was fucking.  One time Jay was on his back and I had his legs up, and was half leaning over and giving him what for, his ass already with a couple of loads of juice inside, so it was hot, slippery and wonderful.  I had followed on from Disee who was still standing at one side and Brent at the other.  As I worked my cock deep inside, Brent moved around behind me and started pushing his pole up my ass. Well, this was a first.  I stopped so that he could get inside which he smartly did.  Wow, the feelings as soon as he was in, the electric shock ran through me.  I didn’t have to fuck Jay, Brent banging his loins against my ass was all that was necessary to push my own boner home into Jay's ass.

 

A big cock reaching deep inside and my own dick being milked by tight squeezing ass muscles of Jay in front of me, no kidding, my head started to spin, this was ecstasy in the extreme.  Although Disee had finished moments before, he was up and hard again with the sight.  I really thought I would feint so intense were the signals my brain was receiving.  I collapsed down onto Jay's chest and revelled in the bliss.  My load came up in express time and each slam of Brent's hips onto my ass just seemed to work my own pump to send a load of cream into Jays tight asshole.  Even Jimmy got in on the act and pushed his cock between our faces.  I sucked the end from above while Jay did the same from beneath.  As Brent moaned he was filling my ass with his juice, Jimmy shot his sweat cum over our faces as well.  

 

Disee actually had to help me up off Jay, I was so exhausted, so utterly drained but in a warm dreamy way.  I told them all so, it must have been the best sex I had ever had and that was saying something since I had been in Indonesia. 

 

I might have been in dreamland, but that last act had fired up Disee and Jay hadn't cum off.  It was decided by common vote, that after all his unstinting generosity at providing us with ass, Jay would fuck me for the first time and Disee would fuck him to participate at another three some.  I couldn't resist even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, so I hoisted my legs and Jay put in his lovely piece of meat.  Disee watched him fuck me a bit first, I am glad he did for Jay was good, he had a nice twitch to his hips that gave his cock lift somehow.  I liked it and looked forward to more with him, but first Disee and Jay wanted to connect.  For all of his work this evening, Disee couldn’t slip straight into him without a lot of pushing and shoving, twisting and turning, "Oh's" and "Ah's."  But he made it of course and was soon slamming his enormous weapon in and out while Jay got a rhythm going to allow him to hump me as well.  I pulled Jimmy closer so that I could feast on his cock too, wanting there to be as much going on as possible, besides as I said before, I loved sucking Jimmy and I loved the sweat taste of his jism filling my mouth and splashing over my face. 

 

Jay had an experience beyond his dreams that night as nothing had prepared him for a double stunt of giving and receiving at the same time. It was a first for all of us but not by any means the last.  Jay's weekly visits became a habit and something we all looked forward to.  If we finished early, sometimes we would all go out to a restaurant, or to a night club even.  Not some fancy one where he might see his high society friends, but one where we could relax and enjoy ourselves and have some fun.  Soon I was sure we were the first real friends Jay had, so close did we all become.

 

So that is our family in Jakarta.  There hasn’t been anyone else for me, I never wanted to and what we have has been sufficient and I believe, the best anyone could wish for.  Now you know why I had to finish this story, leaving it at when I was in England, would have been to leave it at the start of the best part of my life.