There was a knock at the door. It was 6.45 on a Sunday evening and I had just had something to eat and was settling down for a night with a film. I didn't get many visitors and at that time on a Sunday I couldn't imagine who it might be. Through the kitchen window I saw a car I didn't recognise.
Then I saw that in the car was Kim, a young Chinese-Surinamese guy I had had a brief but very sweet romp with one night. He was a friend of Mikhal, of similar background and age, who was an ongoing fling of mine. But Kim was not like Mikhal, who was adventurous and a fast learner. Kim was shy and introverted. He had wanted me to initiate him into the world of man sex because Mikhal had told him I would be nice to him, and I had been nice: careful and considerate while giving him what he wanted, which was to be fucked. He was like millions of young men around the world - like I had been at 18 - teeming with hormones, electric with impulses and tormented by desire. With more than half the young men in the world it was desire to fuck girls. With the other part, desire to get it on with other men. And even the ones who wanted women would have moments when they fantasised about men. It's natural. I don't know if everyone is born bisexual but I'm sure it goes through the mind of every young man and woman on the planet.
Kim, though, wouldn't have been able to fuck a woman. He didn't have it in him, to use a wildly contradictory phrase. Kim wanted to be fucked. He wanted to receive, to bend or kneel or lie for a man and receive the wonderful gift of a penis. He wanted to be fucked, wanked on, pissed on. Some would say the word is "abused", but that only applies if it involves violence or the recipient doesn't want it. If he does want it, the worst it can be called is "used". There are songs about it, with titles like Use Me.
The man who appeared in the doorway was short and stocky, with his hair swept back and to the side like all the middle-aged Chinese men in that part of the world.
"Mr Frank?" he asked. I nodded and grunted. "I am Heng, Kim's father," he continued. "I want to have a word with you. Can I come in?" I glanced over at the car, where Kim was absorbed in some electronic device.
Heng sounded rational, so I led him into the sitting room, got him a glass of water and let him talk.
"Kim is a good boy - a good young man," he corrected himself. "He's 18 now and makes his own decisions. I know he is not like other men; he has always been so quiet and accepting. We worried about him, how he would find a wife. Now we know he is not going to find a wife. But he is no less of a man to me, Mr Frank. He told me about his evening here. He was ashamed but he made it clear you treated him well. Some say there is no shame in it, and I tend to agree. But it's a cultural thing. There is pride involved. You cannot be allowed to think all Chinese men - even the younger ones - are homosexual. Or at least, what is the word, submissive."
"I understand," I said. "I have the greatest respect for China and Chinese men, I..."
I didn't know where I was going with this, and I didn't want to sound patronising or say anything that could be construed as offensive, so I left the words hanging in the air.
"Where is your bedroom?" Heng asked pointedly. I nodded to the door and he stood up.
"Show me," he said, so I took him in there.
Heng took off his leather belt, folded it and slapped his hand with it.
"I am going to do to you," he said, "what you did to my son." he unzipped his baggy trousers and let them slide to the floor, then pulled his erect cock out and slipped out of his big white underpants. There is something about thick, black Asian pubic hair: it seems tidy, orderly and almost authoritative, like a uniform.
"Suck me," he said simply. "But first you will undress."
I undressed for this serious man, with his dogged need to be in charge. I was slightly surprised to find my cock swelling in anticipation. Did he want me to fuck him as I had fucked his son? No, he had suggested he was going to do that to me. Although I didn't like the way this was going, I did find Heng attractive, with his stocky, artisan body. His masterful attitude turned me on.
I fell to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. It was big and solid and I loved holding it. In my mouth it made a bigger impression than any other I had ever known. A mouthful of Chinese knob, with nice big balls hanging free and a lush undergrowth proclaiming sexual vigour. I drooled over his cock as I licked the shaft. Where else did he intend to put it? A shiver of excitement ran through me
as I imagined what he was going to do. I didn't know if he had expected opposition, if he had come here ready for a fight. Suddenly that seemed like a nice idea, so I pushed him hard and he fell on the bed. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me onto the bed alongside him, then turned and got on top of me. He was strong and he was heavy. My pride wanted to show him I was not afraid of him, but my soppy, willing nature wanted what he wanted, wanted to let him do what he wanted. But I would have to put up a show of resistance. He forced his body between my legs and his big arms held my hands to the mattress. He was looking into my eyes and I didn't know if he was trying to terrify me or seduce me.
Heng's cock was rock hard. I know that because he was prodding it into my crotch. I gave one last push with my hands, which made no impression on his vertical advantage, then I relaxed.
"Okay," I said, exhaling. "What do you want to do?"
"Lubricant," he ordered. I rolled quickly to the cabinet and found my little tube. I passed it to him.
Heng spread some in my crack and on his cock head.
"I am going to fuck you," he said, looking into my eyes again, but this time there was a glimmer of light in them, as if he wanted this to be a more conventional, more civilised coupling.
"Okay," I whispered. "I would like that." I raised my legs a little and he took over and hoisted them until my anus was exposed. It was perhaps the most breathlessly exciting moment of my life, as I prepared to be entered by a man on a mission, a strong, solid, determined man with a fine, stout cock. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he suddenly thought better of it and the light disappeared from his eyes as they narrowed with intent. His big, fat cock pushed against my ring and it was like it had been the very first time: thrilling but alarming. Then the smooth, pumped up bulb of his knob was just inside me and it was uncomfortable because he was so big. He pushed slowly but firmly with such skill I wondered where he had learned it. Did he fuck his wife's ass or had he had some homosexual experience?
Whatever the truth was, he was mighty in his domination and I was utterly compliant, abjectly submissive. I really wanted him to show me some affection.
"Kiss me," I whispered.
"Kiss you?" he retorted. "I am teaching you a lesson." He stepped up the pace and his wonderful cock owned my ass as he pumped rhythmically. His eyes drifted off and I knew he was loving this too. Suddenly he stared at me and thrust his face against mine. His tongue was in my mouth and it was like an addition to his cock. He was fucking me with both of them. Then he withdrew his face just a little and formed a globule of saliva, which he dropped into my mouth to demonstrate his mastery.
I was getting close to coming, not just through the physical sensations but the psychological experience of being dominated. I wanted him further, deeper, bigger. He pounded me like a bull on a cow and then quickly he pulled out and his spunk shot up to my chest and my neck.
Heng paused for a moment to catch his breath and then he took my cock in his hand.
"Masturbate for me," he ordered. "I want to see you cum." he lay on his side as I, the junior partner in this arrangement, brought myself to orgasm. In truth, though, we both knew it was his sheer steamrollering performance that had brought me to boiling point, and as my silver seed flew up my own body and landed on my chest to mingle with his, he rubbed a finger around to mix them and then put that finger in my mouth. Then he took another fingerful and shoved it up my ass.
"Okay, I'm going," he announced. "Bathroom?" I pointed and he quickly cleaned himself up before heading for the door and the car, where no doubt Kim was still playing a game.
I knew I would have to have Heng again, but how was I going to arrange that?"
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