Erotic Stories / Fictions : Contributors Heartlanders & FleaBiscuit, etc. (compiled)

[Guest GuestWriter]

This is fantasy writting in a world free from disease, morals, shames and guilts. Pardon the bad grammar and/or spelling. I'm practising erotic writting and live out a fantasy world in my writting.

Remember to always practise SAFE SEX.

Part 1

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I was walking out to the main street late one night after drinking at my friend's place in Bukit Timah. Apparently, I was walking round and round the estate and had lost my way. Curse at my friend for not driving me out, curse at myself for not driving !

I've decided to take out a cig and smoke, while I gathered my thoughts on what am I gonna do. While lighting up my cig, I saw a car approaching me, I decided to wave at it, hoping the driver will at least lead me out of this estate.

Surprisingly, the driver stopped and asked me what I want. I told him I'm lost and needed a ride out to the main road to get a taxi. He asked me to hop in, I could tell he sounded a bit on the drunk side, perhaps he had been drinking too. So we make some small talks and he told me he had been drinking as well, but not that much to affect his driving. He asked me if I wanna drink somemore at his condo, and not to worry as his condo is on the main road and I will be able to get a taxi easily. My angel told me its a bad idea but the devil in me told me that, hey, perhaps its your duty to see him drive safely home since he drive you out to the main road, end of discussion, I followed him home.

Once we get into his condo, he started to take off his shirt, citing he is warm from the drinks and the aircon need a while to get cool. Then he say "Feel free to remove your shirt if you're warm". I couldnt keep my eyes from his upper torso, admiring his nice bods, he probably gym at least 3x a week I thought.

He told me his stewardess wife is away flying and they have no children. While pouring me a drink he flicked on the TV, a straight p--n was playing much to my surprise, did i expect Discovery Channel instead ? The p--n was showing a 3some scene, 2 guys and a hot babe. Lots of fxxking action, then the scene take a turn and the 2 guys started to kiss. I look at him while he look at me and commented that is his fave scene, more to come. Instantly my cock get very hard, realising I had a bulge, he placed his hand on my thigh and say its a natural reaction.

I started to clear my throat and managed to murmur,

"er, perhaps is time for me to go ? Its kinda late and I've to work tomorrow." He replied, "no, please stay, I hardly have visitor these days. Did the video offend you ?", "er, no, actually it is too hot for me","well, stay and watch then", before i can protest further, he start to remove his trouser and brief, his 6" cock sprang to life !

Who could resist a hard 6" cock in front of you, all i could do was get down and on knee and start to tease it with my tongue, which cause him to moan, then i start to swallow inch by inch. Minding my teeth, i use my lips to close the whole cock, till my lips touch his pubic hair, then i slowly raise back till my lips about to leave his cock, this cause him to use both of his hand to hold head and guide me back down.

Then he say he wanted to service me too, so we get into a 69 position, I'm lying down while he is on top of me, positioning his hard cock into my mouth then he bend over and suck me. Feeling his body weight on me while his hard cock is in my mouth and he sucking me is more than i can take.

He stopped sucking me and move his tongue to my ever so sensitive balls, lapping away like a pro, i could almost cum but i maintain my control. I feel both of his hand spreading my butt cheek apart giving him more access to my ass. Then in 1 single sweep of his tongue across my ass crack, i almost died ! It was so good, i could only moan slowly with his cock still in my mouth. He start to tease my ass crack, slow teasing licks follow by fast sweep across the cracks. He starts to spit at my ass and follow by urgent licks. The he start to alternate between poking my hole with his tongue or sucking on my hole making obscene sounds. The tongue was now replaced with a finger, teasing me slowly then follow by 2 fingers. By now i have to remove his cock from my mouth and moan real loud, that seem to encourage him further. He quickly remove his finger and dive back into my ass and rim me further.

He asked me to lie on my stomach and i obediently did so. there was no action for a while, i thought perhaps he went to get condoms and lube. he came back and start to massage my butt cheek and give it a final rim. I could feel him positioning his cock head on my ass opening, with a push, the cock head slip in and i start to moan. He asked me to relax as he push more cock in till i could feel him fully inside me. Once I'm comfy with him, he start to fxxk me slowly with long strokes. Pushing all the way in till it massage my prostate, then pulling it out till it almost pop up then back in all the way again.

Then he start to pick up speed and fxxk me harder, i was in heaven and wish this will go on forever. holding my shoulder blade, he begin to ride me harder, once a while he will stop and kiss my ears, my neck, then back to speed again, after 10 mins, he told me he's gonna cum. he start to moan really loud and i felt his cock expanding inside me, in a few more strokes, i could feel him shoot inside me. Shit, this guy just fxxked me raw ! I was getting really worry and i hate the mess.

He collapsed on top of me and slowly pop out his still hard cock. I felt so cheap and dirty all over but gosh, i need to cum. He told me to lie on my back and lift my legs up, i was thinking perhaps he's gonna jerk me off. He told me to jerk myself while i lift both legs up, i felt embarass and awkward in this position but i obliged as i want to get over with this quickly and go home. As i begin to jerk off, he move between my ass and start to rim my freshly fxxk ass ! He asked me push and let the cum out while he lick them away. I'm so close to orgasm and I blew loads after loads while he suck on my cum ridden ass . . .

to be continue ....

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End of Part 1

Hope you guys enjoy this story :-)

Constructive comments are welcome.

[Guest Chris]

Well,its give me a hard one this morning.Thanks,guestwriter, U are hot ......... :thumb: looking forward for your contribution.How I wish this is the your real encounter!

[oralb]

bravo

good description, gotten me all hot n horny....

[Guest gabriel]

wow.. so steamy and horny. I need to PCC now. Wonder you can shar his contact no. hee .....

[Guest GuestWriter]

wow.. so steamy and horny. I need to PCC now. Wonder you can shar his contact no. hee .....

its only a story, no phone number lah

[Guest Guest_Idate]

Continue writing leh... very very nice... hehe

[HendryTan]

To GuestWriter and all:

While doing some administration on the forum, my butter fingers "delete" the Erotic Story Part II thread.

GuestWriter : Do you have an archive copy that you can repost.

Apology to GuestWriter and all.

Hendry Tan

[GuestWriterSG]

To GuestWriter and all:

While doing some administration on the forum, my butter fingers "delete" the Erotic Story Part II thread.

GuestWriter : Do you have an archive copy that you can repost.

Apology to GuestWriter and all.

Hendry Tan

i have to check if i have a backup, else we jump to Part 3 !!!

hehehe

[Guest Horny tom]

GuestWriterSG,where are U? Carry on your story.You leave me wet and dry,eager to ................................................. :yuk:

[GuestWriterSG]

This is fantasy writting in a world free from disease, morals, shames and guilts. Pardon the bad grammar and/or spelling. I'm practising erotic writting and live out a fantasy world in my writting.

Remember to always practise SAFE SEX.

--- Part 3 ---

After getting screwed last night, I was feeling really tired and wanted to sleep the day away, sadly no chance. I was rudely awaken by the never ending ringing of the door bell. My flatmate had been bugging me to get the master bedroom bathroom leakage fix, which i find it too much of a chore so i called the plumber instead.

"Must be the plumber" I thought, usually i sleep commando style as i like to free willy, i couldnt find any short to wear, the next best thing is a towel wrap. I open the door and saw this cute uncle with his tools (of the plumber trade, of cos). I lead him to master bathroom and I can sense his wondering eye while I felt bit embarassed in my current state. I told him to check out the leakage while i change into something more decent. He start to mutter OK and go about his business.

I found my boxer and start to drop my towel, then it me that uncle is in the master bathroom while i'm in the master bedroom with the bathroom door wide open ! I knew he took a sneak peep at me, I hope he did not catch my morning hard on, gosh, I'm so embarassed that i had expose myself unwittingly. After putting on the boxer i went to the bathroom to check on the progress he is making. My hardon is making a bulge on my boxer and i need to pee, i ask him if its ok for me to pee. He say go ahead as we are all men and nothing to be shy of.

I took out my cock and start to relieve myself, uncle eyes is fixed on my cock while i grin sheepishly at him. His eye is on the same level as my cock. "Nice cock" he said, me replied "er, ok lah, I bet you have a nice cock too !". I'm shocked at my own reply but what he replied shock me further, he said : "well, i show u my cock and u tell me if its nice or not ?". With that, he just stood up and unzip himself and pop up his cock.

I get weak in my knees and i just have to kneel down to taste him. I start by flicking my tongues on his cock head, that sent shiver to his body. He start to remove his clothes while i start taking in his cock inch by inch till my lips touch his pubic hair. He start to moan and abruptly stop me from sucking him, "Let us get comfortable", he remove his trouser and i quickly remove my boxer. Throw our clothes to the bedroom and close the bathroom door. he start to kneel down and suck my cock. he close his lips on my cock and create a good smooth suction, it was so good, wonder how he did it ! His hand were caressing my butt while his mouth is sucking in my cock. I start to play with my own nipples and enjoy his sucking.

Not many people can take my whole cock into their mouth and this uncle is doing a great job ! I was in ectasy and I accidentally switch on the shower, suddenly both of us are wet ! This only excite us further. Warm water hitting my chest while i'm getting suck !

I motion to him to lie on the floor. I climbed on top of his face and position my cock into his mouth, and pump his mouth in a push up position. His hands start to hold my butt, to control my movement and to prevent himself from choking. Then i decide to return the favor and suck him. I change to lick his balls and that make him moan louder, as I go lower and lick the ridge between his balls and ass. With my free hands I start to spread his butt cheek revealing his rose bud, I start to spit on it and tease it with my tongue tip. That send him in a wild shutter, he try to moan with my 7" cock inpale in his mouth, he start to suck me harder. I start lick around his ass crack while gently tongue tip his crack center.

Then i start to lick in circular motion around the crack. I can see his ass crack start to twitch and itch. I dived in further and alternate sucking his ass hole and poking it with my tongue. I lick one of my finger then poke him with it. His ass is resisting the violation from my finger, then i add another finger and slide it in.

His sucking is getting more intense, I have to remove my cock from his mouth else I will cum too soon. I motion him to stand up and face the wall with his butt raised, then i position my cock head on his ass crack, i start teasing his ass crack with my cock head. Uncle beg me to fxxk him, I

refuse as I want him to beg more. Before i knew it, he spread his own butt cheek and force himself on my cock, and my cock head pop into his ass ! He start to moan and lower himself further onto my cock, till my whole 7" is buried inside him. His ass muscle is clamping my cock, wat a good feeling.

I start to pump his ass while he is moaning gibberish, I slide my cock slowly almost all the way out, then forcefully all the way back in, that cause him to jump ! He beg me to stop teasing and fxxk him properly. I could only grin at him and start to fxxk him hard. Next i told him to lie on bathfloor with his leg raise, I enter him while his legs are on my shoulder. I lean forward and we french kiss while my cock is pumping away, I broke away from the kiss and start to lick his nipples instead. He was moaning, dun stop, dun stop.

I remove my cock and ask him to get into doggy position. I start to rub my cock head against his butt cheek, he beg me to put the cock in, i told him he have to beg louder. "Please, fxxk me !", "OK !", I re insert my cock into him, hold his waist and pump. Next i hold his shoulder and start to pump harder, then let him suck my finger.

I could not control much longer and need to cum, I remove my cock and start to shoot on his butt cheeks, he screamed "No, cum inside me !" ,then i reinsert my cock into his ass, and cum the rest inside him till I'm spent ! Then I remove my cock from his ass, uncle turn around and lick my cock clean !

The plumbing job was done . . .

to be continue . . .

[Guest Guest]

Miss those good old times when there will erotic stories being post in this forum. Some of the stories are so well written, that I can stop kerking off with it.

Why not we have this back to the board again?

[Steman]

Miss those good old times when there will erotic stories being post in this forum. Some of the stories are so well written, that I can stop kerking off with it.

Why not we have this back to the board again?

Is this section also a story-telling section? They should have a seperate section for stories lor...u may wish to look out for heartlander who write good local context stories like he did in HLPF. :clap:

[bearhunt]

Ok guys... my first amateurish attempt at posting... "stories"

*giggles*

01 – Rice and Dumplings

The day had been rainy. The puddles on the sidewalk lazing indolently oblivious to inquisitive tongues borne on pattering feet reflected patches of slanting sunlight. The city is just now settling into the night, loosing its hold on the populace as it disgorges its armies of workers, turning them loose to shuffle back home before beginning its transformation into a different type of monster, drawing in and gnawing on a different type of crowd.

Inside the restaurant, Cassius is holding on to the tiny cup of o-cha, the heat within nipping ever more fiercely at his fingertips. The delicate curl of smoke floating above the cup suddenly reached out to tickle his nose. Cassius takes a quick sip and sets the cup down. Puckering up against the sudden flood of warmth and astringency, he waited half-a-heartbeat before replying.

“The whole point of that scene wasn’t just senseless violence. Those three-and-a-half minutes in which Asuka piloted her 02 to take down all the enemies around her represents the ego’s desperation to fight and survive when it knows it is threatened. Asuka has always been the most willful and driven of the three, she wrests and craves power all for the sake of approval – she believes that if she excels in all her everyday tasks, she can somehow make up for her mother’s suicide. Shinji on the other hand, representing the avatar of …… wat? Yeah yeah, I know.. I take my anime waaay too seriously…”

Gerry answered his abashed grin with a light brush of his fingertips against Cassius’s knuckles. The gentleness of the movement underscored the intensity of Gerry’s stare, sparking with amusement even within the mask of mock horror that he took to putting on when he realized that Cassius attempts to explain the world through anime. Shifting into a half-stretch, Gerry pinches Cassius’s knuckle and replies “Its just anime my dear. Entertainment. Don’t get carried away. Anyhow as far as Japanese imports go, I prefer their food. Speaking of which, I think our order’s here.”

“Hrrphm. You just didn’t get it cos you weren’t watching it just now.”

“And whose fault was it? Who insisted on watching it in his underwear?”

“It wasn’t underwear, it was a pair of shorts. And by the way, I always only wear shorts in my room.”

“Especially with pest-control guys around?”

Cassius made a show of ignoring Gerry’s jibe and drummed his fingers in a tiny fanfare to welcome the steaming fragrant food.

Garlic fried rice and house-special dumplings.

They were starving.

~~

When Gerry showed up earlier that day, Cassius had to smile. Having lost some silly bet, Gerry’s forfeit was to come clean Cassius’s home. Gerry had gone the whole hog by dressing up as a technician of sorts. Wearing an old pair of overalls from goodness-knows-where, zipped down to reveal a sensible white cotton undershirt topped off with an old tatty cap, worn peak forwards, Gerry looked every bit the weathered, gruff but kindly and chatty plumber or painter. He even had a nametag on the front which says “Keong”.

Cassius had toyed with the idea of making Gerry mop the floor and do the laundry for him (since he hated to do those tasks himself), but the sight of Gerry, middle-aged, crew cut, thick of limbs, body and hips bulging every which way out of that over-the-top but very realistic outfit made Cassius remember that the floor doesn’t really need mopping and the laundry can wait another day.

Gerry had insisted that Cassius call him “Keong” that afternoon. Making a big show of checking the house for “termites and pests”, “Keong” took the opportunity to poke around every nook and cranny of Cassius’s small studio apartment, squeezing and contorting himself into every small space he could assault. Pattering on and on in a mixture of Hokkien and Mandarin, “Keong” dispensed expert top-secret advice on how to ensure a pest-free habitat. The conversation soon turned to girls, and “Keong” started relating, with lusty gusto his exploits with “the ladies”,

“Ah di I tell you, one time ah, this char bor, her neh neh so big, almost as big as your head, want me to put my that one inbetween them and rubba rubba. Wa that one song sia I tell you. When I cum, I shot some into her eye. She wanted to sue me for blindness!”

“Keong” was bent over as he was relating that story. All Cassius saw was his fleshy overripe butt straining to bust out of the overalls. As ridiculous as the story was, Cassius felt the heat smoldering in him ever since “Keong” showed up suddenly take life. A burst of desire flooded through him and now, “Keong”s overalls wasn’t the only piece of clothing that felt too restrictive.

Reaching forward, Cassius grabbed the pair of hips and ground his stiffened cock into the welcoming ripe-peach softness of the older man’s crack. Taken by surprise, Gerry spoke up “Whoa easy there pard’ner, this ride’s not as limber as he used to be ya know?”

“Please continue your story Uncle Keong. You have played with a lot of women eh? Please tell me more. Have you played with boys before too? Boys can fxxk and please you in a way that no woman can Uncle Keong.”

Snapping back into role, “Keong” started scolding “Aiyah, you terrible boy! Uncle so old you also want to play? You want to play Uncle’s backside is it?”

Having been taken into the zone by Gerry’s skillful role-play, Cassius did not deign to reply. Instead, he pulled the older man forcefully upright and started grabbing hungrily “Keong”s generous but taut paunch and fleshy chest. Wickedly tracing circles onto “Keong”s fast-protruding nipples with his thumbs, Cassius continued grinding his cock into “Keong”s butt while starting a maddeningly slow and complete exploration of one ear with a stiff wet tongue while avoiding all contact with the stocky, chunky man’s cock. From his conversations with Gerry, Cassius knew this was probably driving the older bear crazy.

By now, “Keong” was breathing and grunting heavily while trying to break free of Cassius’s grip and turn his body around for some much needed cock-play. But the younger man locked his grip tight on “Keong” and told him, “No Uncle Keong, you only get it when you beg me for it.” Swiftly, Cassius maneuvered his left arm to snake across “Keong”s chest while, left hand cruelly nipping at his right nipple while his right arm snaked languorously down “Keong”s belly, teasingly seeking the edge of “Keong”s shirt and lifting it up, up, up, and stopping to reveal the belly button. “Keong”s sharp intake of breath told Cassius that he knew what was coming next.

Releasing him suddenly, Cassius flipped the bigger man around, slamming him into the wall, squatted and started a frenzied oral assault on “Keong”s fleshy and sensitive belly button. Moaning and whimpering, it was all “Keong” could do to keep from buckling. Cassius made the attack on “Keong” easier by reaching into his overalls and grabbing and pressing his swollen and straining balls and cock up against his crotch. “No underwear? He came prepared.” Cassius mused.

Kneading his balls and root of the cock with the heel of his palm while dancing his fingers against “Keong”s bear-crack, Cassius stopped the belly button teasing with a loud wet suck and looked up at the older sweating man.

Recovering, “Keong” took the opportunity to shrug off the overalls and take off his shirt. Pleadingly, he took Cassius’s face in his hands and moved him towards his swollen and aching groin, moving his legs apart to let the last of the fabric fall away.

Looking up, the younger man feasted himself on the magnificence that men of a certain age seemed to magically develop. There is nothing more thrilling than a chunky beefy stud standing over you, begging you for the pleasure that your kneeling position promises them.

Cassius dove forward, taking “Keong”s cock in one deep, sure movement. A half-strangled cry, mangled by lust and long awaited relief escaped the bearded lips of the older man. Lovingly cradling Cassius’s head, “Keong” urgently started to thrust in and out of Cassius’s hot, wet sucking mouth.

In moments, Cassius felt “Keong”s tell-tale pulsing and a split second later, was rewarded by cream-salt-bitterness flooding his senses. Having everything else blotted out, all Cassius felt at that moment was “Keong”s being diving deep into itself while simultaneously expanding beyond comprehension.

After waiting a while for Gerry to recover from his climax, Cassius took his mouth off Gerry’s spent but undefeated cock, turned the older man around, spat the remainder of his loot into his palm and greased up his own hard and aching cock.

Bending Gerry slightly forward, Cassius placed his cock between the fleshy confines of the stocky stud’s rump, started a gentle rocking motion and sweetly asks “Uncle Keong, was this how you played the girl’s big tits?”

~~

After dinner, Gerry drove him back. Emerging from the shower, Cassius heard his phone beep. Standing naked and slightly wet in the dimness of his room, Cassius read the sms from Gerry,

“Ah di ah, next time you need to catch pests in your house remember to call me ah. Uncle Keong”

The beginnings of a grin started to play about his lips as Cassius lifted the cup for a sip.

[Guest Guest]

Good writing! :thumb: But put more sex in it please.

[Guest Guest]

BORING! :yuk:

[oralb]

guest @ 8:30

to each his own, everyone has a choice or preference, not everyone wanna meet, bang, and thank you stories.

if you actually spent the time to read through his story, you will discover his smooth flow and powerful english proficiency.

keep it up BH

[Buaya]

Kekeke... Good one... :thumb: Got me up and about quite early...

[Guest Guest]

There are erotic stories that can make your cock stand....but this is not one of them. :whistle:

[Asura]

All the guest...

Please go to some p--no website and see pictures. Those wonderful words are not for you. Its for people who have a brain and blood to make both head think.

If you cannot appreciate GOOD reading material, please go and stick to your p--n.

BH, good job :clap: :clap: :clap:

Hand never know you are a English cunt recently you have been very artistic hor

[cubby74]

I think everybody has their own definition of Erotism.

If you read carefully, Bearhunt command of the English Language is excellent!

If it's not your cup of tea, dont be so mean la....

Keep it up Bearyhunty!!!

[bearhunt]

Hi guys

thanks for the comments and critiques. i didn't want to write yet another internet forum p--n story - in fact from the first part u can see that.

but anyway, this is the first in a long-thought-of series that has been running thru my head for the longest time.

there will be more; i intend to develop the story around Cassius and a few other guys.

btw, writing good p--n scenes is exhausting. give it a try and u'll know wat i mean. >.<

my appreciation and respect for heartlander and redbeansoup and other aspiring writers has increased that much after this.

[GachiMuchi]

Nice attempt and effort. :thumb:

Don't take it too seriously what Guest has written. Some people just don't have what it takes, but instead only shoot people for their attempt.

Guest, I challenge you to write a better story. (Self censored) :swear:

[heartlanders]

I normally don't partake in general forum discussions. But I feel compelled this time to place a comment in favour of Bearhunt (and not because he paid tribute to me).

p--n is like ice kachang. Some like it to quickly get it into a sticky goo, while some rather it uncover it in layers before getting into the core.

That's all I've got to say. And for the record: Bearhunt, I enjoyed reading your piece, both in a literary sense as well as a desirous treat. Keep writing. Like sex, with more practice the better you get.

[Guest Guest]

Really not that nice what! Why must i lie or sugar coat my comments? :whistle:

[Guest TopoSurvey]

Not NICE???

Guess ... nobody force you to read and comments bah.

By not comments it, you dont need to lie oredi wad????

Can put your sugar coat at other part of your body bah

" I ...love candy.... so sweet it make my mouth water..." who sing dis ar?

In future , if it boring juz said

"not my type of story"

---- the end ----

[ry-d]

Nicely written.. but it keeps me busy.. read a bit then have to look dicktionary.. Cheem sia.. but nice..

[haowuliao]

BH well done!

Guests -- please know that not everione are into those explicit p--n scenes so if u are looking that.. go somewhere else

BH -- i am looking forward to the next part (s) but next time can go easy on the english a bit lahz.. realli a bit chim hahahaz..

[nicefatboy]

Hi BH

Enjoyed reading it. Dont let the guest postings upset you. To each his own I say. I believe you will soon have a fan base who appreciates this genre of writing.

Continue to write and over time, penning erotic fiction will become faster and easier.

Look forward to the next episode with Gerry and Cassius.

[Baloo]

hahaha... nice writing.

it's not wise tho... to teach pigs to sing... first you won't succeed... and then you will annoy the pig...

pigs only want slop... so someone will feed them that to get them happily fed... but first, we feast on this nicely done up meal.... later we throw in the scraps to make the slop.

[GachiMuchi]

Wah piang, like that also can.

Baloo, really got to give it to you. The way you say it really very "chim" (deep).

I am not sure if that "person" (hint "boring" hint) knows that we are talking about him?

[Asura]

Gachi, Baloo already say he pig liao lor, pig can understand meh...

Some guys just have their brain grow at their ass lah, ignore them, make you day

[bearhunt]

02 – 3:41am

Wind and trees…. in the background…… storm overhead….. Mother’s crying again…. looking back as she goes back into the house… and shuts the door.

Sunlight, too bright. And mud everywhere. By the training shed, under the shade for rest – Casper (in full battle order) leans forward for a kiss.

Going away, joining and believing in the agency’s cause, even though we know it’s a lie, its all lies, propaganda! They will kill you, they will cure you! Don’t Brother! Don’t go in there! “I know about Eddie. He and I are going in there. You should come too.”

Crows. And dead things. Banging down the shuttered windows. Cats, sharp, gleaming, bursting through, the knife, chop it. Oh my god chop it down! LIKE THIS! Blood; splattered and dripping down the arm, turning into burning copper.

After Mother closed the door, lying (or being forced) down into the plastic-banded lawn chair. Crying, weeping, looking at the storm overhead gathering. Crow. They are coming… the van, tires screeching, booted feet hitting the ground, shockwave after shockwave after shockwave.. the needle piercing…..

~~

Cassius sat up with a gasp. Within the suffocating confines of his white clad room, one hand going to clasp his head while the other lashes out blindly for his phone.

[1 message received.]

“What the hell? Who the heck...fxxking hell its 3-something in the morning!” Cassius grumbled to no one in particular. Beside him, Gerry stirred, stretched with an exaggerated yawn that sounded as good as it looked, sat up and mussed Cassius’s head.

“Hey tiger, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing… just a message….”

“Aren’t you gonna read it?”

“Nah, not right… now. Sorry did it wake you too?”

“You seemed to be having a nightmare. You ok?” Gerry asked as he pulled Cassius in for a hug.

Enveloped in his warm earthy smell, Cassius muzzled himself in Gerry’s neck and waited for the fogginess in his head to clear before responding. The confusion and violence of the disjointed dream he was having threatened stubbornness, but was finally dispelled when he felt Gerry’s hand kneading his inner thigh.

“Yeah… yeah.. I’m ok. Just a dream I guess. Weird though.” Cassius shuddered. The chill of the aircon suddenly bit through him. He shrugged off Gerry’s embrace and went to the bathroom, taking his phone with him.

Alone, Gerry stretched out again and rearranged the pillows and blanket, listening to the hum of the air-conditioner and waiting for Cassius to come back.

~~

“Oh come on,” Cassius pleaded playfully. “You can’t tell me you’re gonna go back home after an evening like this. Not after you spent the whole day lining up with me for the launch, then dinner at my favorite zi char place, then driving me all the way home after enduring Katie’s sugar-high assault for the past 2 hours and allowing me to smoke! C’mon, you gotta at least come upstairs and lemme…”

“Let you what? I’m tired, I spent the whole day with you, now this old man needs to go back home and rest. Besides aren’t you supposed to go to work tomorrow?” retorted Gerry patiently.

“I just wanna cuddle. Really I doooooo……” Cassius redoubled his plea at Gerry’s raised-eyebrow-ed knowing look. “And uhm, I can always put in more hours at work for the rest of the week.. that’s how this flexi-hr thingy works, right?” Taking Gerry’s hands off the steering wheel, Cassius attempted to pull him out of the car through the passenger side entrance. The whole attempt was so absurd that Gerry gave up in mock frustration and turned off the ignition.

Hungrily attacking him as soon as they got through the door, Cassius gripped Gerry’s pants by the belt looped though it and growled into his neck. Chuckling, Gerry answered by grabbing Cassius’ butt, manhandling him roughly through his jeans. Nipping at his earlobe, Gerry used his massive weight to lift and force Cassius further into the dimply-lit apartment. Dumping him onto the sofa, Gerry reached down and immediately worked at undoing Cassius’ shirt and belt. Yanking the strip of leather off with one swift pull, a flash of charming malice ran through his rugged features as he pulled Cassius’ hands together and quickly began binding them behind his back with the belt. Pinned in place on the sofa beneath his sheer bulk, Cassius allowed Gerry the subordination. With Cassius secured, Gerry knelt over him and began to expose himself, pulling out shirt tails, undoing cufflinks, buttons, belt and zip.

In the stillness of the half-lit apartment, Cassius, bound and pinned, could barely make out the crew cut profile of the rugged face he had loved and kissed well. Slowly gazing downwards, Cassius soaked in the sight of Gerry’s swarthy flesh peeking out in sharp contrast between the whiteness of his undone shirt. A squarish goateed jaw softened by the years to a smooth appealing roundness led into a stocky powerful neck ringed by a thin gold chain and framed by open collars, collars blew wide apart by packed, chunky shoulders and chest, giving way to a fullness of belly speaking of a willingness to savor Life and all it has to offer, all covered in a fine fuzz that thickens as it got lower and for now teasingly cut off from Cassius’ view by the band of his briefs.

He could smell him though - the sweat and heat of the day, the slight cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes and the sharp muskiness from his crotch that was growing by the second. Or was it because Gerry was moving closer? He heard him too, the slight wheeze of the massive, excited man’s breath promising and torturing with each instance.

When Cassius tried to move his head forward, Gerry pushed him back and held him there. “No, let me look at you some more,” he breathed. Lying there in the dark, with Gerry’s thick tree trunk thighs astride him and pinning him down to the sofa, hands bound behind his back with his own belt, in his own apartment, looking right into the full-on erection of the man he had courted and been courted by these few months, the smell of him filling his every breath, Cassius knew that his seduction was almost complete.

Suddenly and without fanfare, Gerry pulled down his underwear, letting his engorged veiny and aching cock and fat swollen balls spring forward. Hips thrusting forward, Gerry grabbed Cassius’s head and savagely rubbed his crotch all over the younger man’s face. Cassius barely had time to flick his tongue out to meet the ravening bearcock. As best as he could, Cassius tried to take Gerry into his mouth but Gerry, having the control due to his position and strength was determined to cruelly punish his boy through denial.

Pinned, bound and having his face ground into Gerry’s crotch, heavy and fragrant with the smell of sweat and lust, Cassius realized that he was surrendering his sense of control and self to another person again after so long. The shock and slight alarm at the ferocity of the domination was beginning to melt away as did his self-imposed restraints.

Physically hoisting Cassius up with his bear-like strength, Gerry was now grinding his cock into Cassius chin, neck, ear and shoulders, the thick meatpole salivating all over Cassius as it went. Pressing his face into Gerry’s ample belly, Cassius didn’t know what to think or do or say. All he could do was shut his eyes and grunt his pleasure, humiliation and desire. With a suddenness as violent as the assault, Gerry pushed himself back away from Cassius and looked deep into the eyes of the young man who had waltzed into his life and turned everything just that slightly upside-down. Lowering himself, he met Cassius in a kiss filled with heat, respect and promises.

Clutching the younger man in a bearhug, Gerry reached back and undid the bind, then proceeded to strip Cassius and himself buck naked. Crashing heavily into Cassius’s embrace on the sofa, Gerry kissed, licked teased and worked his tongue all over the taut youngness of the slighter built man. Although gentler, his rasping tongue was no less hungry. Having finally been given free reign, Cassius grabbed, pulled, clutched and hugged Gerry in a wordless frenzy, futilely protesting the cruelty of his body encaging his soul, refusing his wanting to consume Gerry at that moment.

By now, the precum leaking from both their cocks had made their crotch a messy, slippery wrestling ground. With the older, heavier man on top, Cassius spread his legs around Gerry to enjoy fuller access to his manhood. Understanding, Gerry started grinding his groin into Cassius. After the first few strokes, Cassius started to grind back against Gerry in perfect timing with him: cock-on-cock, balls massaging the other pair in turn, enfolded by generous bellies and lubricated slicker than a piston engine, stretching and rubbing nerve-rich skin and flesh.

The feel of Gerry’s taut, fleshy butt bucking in his hands, the taste of his kisses, the pleasure of his weight and the building scent of his perspiration all pressing down on him pushed Cassius steadily towards his thresholds. Finally, the scalding pleasure of the first spurt of Gerry’s cum across his belly triggered Cassius’ own orgasm. In a wordless insensible rush, Gerry and Cassius both erupted within half a heart beat of each other. As they held on to each other, all they knew was each other.

~~

Outside the bathroom window, a howling wind announced the arrival of early morning rain.

Holding his cock to pee with one hand, Cassius worked at the buttons of his phone with the other. Clicking open the Inbox folder, Cassius read the message with a start and a slowly spiraling storm of emotion.

“Hey I’m back in town. Do you want to meet up? – Markus”

[Triple8]

To Bearhunt,

The writings are a good try to u but to me... wa lao wei.... I cant even write half as good. Whatever comments u received here, take them as good feedback. Sometimes harsh and hurting words do wake us up to do better or avoid trouble. But never stop jus becos of them.

To Those who commented,

I m sure BH welcomes ur comments (or critiques!! ) but there are other ways of conveying messages. Do remember all of us are made of flesh and bones. Not metal!!

Keep it up BH !!!

(errmmm... not below there.... I meant the writing. )

[nipples play]

good writing. got more sex this time. but still need to be more juicy. hehe. thanks for the good work.

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

When my bf KC was sent to the States for a six-month career training, we had a long talk and decided to still hang onto our relationship. The ways to stay in touch, cross border, are aplenty in the Internet age. Thanks to SKYPE and MSN. But technology can still never fully twist Nature’s arm, there is however still the 10-hour time difference to contend with.

Undeniably, things were different. We were either catching each other at the wrong time, or mood, of the day to chat. He was just too overwhelmed by the NYC lifestyle, and I constantly surprised myself with an indifference towards his absence. It was indeed a testing time for our five-year relationship.

But I did realise that some of my week evenings and weekends seemed to have grown longer than before. With him around, I would not turn murderous on time: never needed to think about ways to kill them. They just passed so smoothly and easily, like sushi plates on a conveyer belt. But I still never really missed him. In fact, I keep getting this mistaken feeling that we had broken up, and still remained in contact as friends. Gosh, what an illusion!

I decided to do something new or catch up with something I have lost touch with. But sadly, for the first few weeks after KC had left for the States, I was simply too lazy or busy stabilising the SKYPE software I had installed on my PC. By the fourth week, one evening, on my way home from work, I decided to make a detour to the nearby community centre to possibly check out on a course on Yoga, which was much in vogue.

The community centre, which I previously would never thought of visiting, was surprising bustling. Across the walls of the building, I could already hear a children’s Silat class shrieking away, thumping of basketballs and the occasional screeching of rubber soles on a game court. It was brimming with life and energy, which immediately induced an interest in me as I made my way into main entrance.

The sprawling lobby had a wall-ful of activity posters, ranging from tea-appreciation to tea dances. Children, probably after a mass tuition class, were running around, while a group of ladies with rolled-up yoga mats slung across their chests and shoulders passed me by. I heard can drinks dropping from a vending machine, and the escaped Cha Cha music from a ballroom dancing studio with semi-glassed doors.

Perhaps I was really bored with my life then, I actually felt like being part of this recreational community. I walked around, surveying the amenities within the centre, until I suddenly stumbled upon a brightly-lit hall full of badminton courts. I was immediately drawn to the crisp impact of the shuttlecock upon fishnet, the manly yells and middle-aged uncles clad in white stretchy shorts arching and stretching to reach for the shuttlecocks.

I didn’t remember when I started sitting by myself on the spectators’ stand, watching the court action. The semi-graying men, in all shapes and sizes, darting across the courts greatly intrigued me. Especially with their sweat-logged white shorts, bent over while straining for shuttlecocks, embossing the hems of the briefs underneath ……

[Guest Guest]

when is the next installment, bearhunt? eagerly waiting.

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

It was suddenly meditative watching balls of feathers flying around the courts. There was a certain grace in their trajectory, sometimes parabolic, sometimes straight lines. But watching it for a bit longer, I did sense a certain futility about the game: The players are fighting against the force of gravity, to prevent the feathered balls from falling to the ground.

It suddenly dawned upon me that KC are I are but playing a pointless game of badminton too. We are just helplessly trying to keep our relationship afloat, well aware that it is a matter of time that it will fall flat on the ground.

“You play?” A somewhat exerted voice rose amidst the din in the courts.

I turned to its direction, and was surprised to find sitting right beside me a sporty senior, baring nipples, clad in fitting white shorts, smiling at me. “Excuse me? You’re talking to me?” I was too pleasantly surprised for words.

“Yes, I asked if you play the game,” he gestured towards the court action.

“Ha, oh … no, I do …. But what I mean is, not since a long while back. I mean a really long long while back,” I was frustrated at my own incoherence.

He effected a knowing smile, “I know what you mean. I only picked it up again this year although I played a great deal while I was in college.” He looked towards the courts, someone growled in pain like his arm was being sprained. “Only when I picked up the bat again, I realised I haven’t lost it.”

I discerned some poignancy in his words. It was as if he was talking about something else in life, just that I didn’t know what. I believed I must have read too deeply into his utterance.

“Yeah, good for you,” I tried to masked my distraction.

It was now that I started checking him out from head to toe. He has a thick coil of neck that looked so strong and sturdy like it could moor ships. And arms padded like they are punching bags. “Your body still looks fighting fit,” I uncontrollably blurted out saying.

“Thanks, I was a fireman. I am newly retired,” he said with brimming pride. I could imagine him filling out his blue uniform with gleaming brass buttons, with particular tightness around his arms and crotch.

“Wow, no wonder you look so good,” I stared hard at his white shorts, with fabric so thin, the colour of his navy blue briefs were seeping through.

“You should join us for a game, we have a club room behind the courts. A cosy place for a dozen of retired men to chill out after a game. We are training for an inter-community centre competition two months down the road. We need new blood,” he said invitingly.

[Guest Guest]

That's all?

[Guest 321]

more! more! finish the story!

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

“I am Roger by the way,” he stretched out his thick slab of palm inducing a handshake.

“Hi, I am Guan,” I held his palm, his calluses sanding against my skin. I was turned on by his rough hands, wondering what it feels like if they are caressing my body.

“Roger! Take over,” a middle-aged man hollered from one of the courts, he turned to its direction and waved back, “Ok I gotta go and sweat it out again. Nice to have met you, join us next Tuesday if you like,” he signed off while his buttress buttock cheeks dimpled and distended as he swaggered towards the courts.

What a cute uncle. I felt like I had been breathing with half lungs while talking to him. I watched him armed onto his racket, suave as he just picked up a sword, half squatted to brace the blows.

The men at the courts were invariably sweating like marathoners. They were all dripping with perspiration like they were wearing wet laundry, and for that reason, many had actually gone shirtless. I watched Roger, baring nipples and flesh, alternating between lunging forward straining his shorts, squatting wide legged like a Sumo wrestler, and propelling skywards to reach for the ball.

The more he perspired, his shorts got increasingly translucent, to the point I could visually trace out his entire blue briefs beneath his shorts, even from where I was sitting. He looked sexy in a masculine way, and more so when he was totally unaware of his briefs showing through behind.

I watched and salivated inside me till the court lights suddenly dimmed, and the players retreated to their club office at the back. Suddenly, all the actions and cacophony was reduced to a dark and hollow hall. I saw Roger walking with a limping knee towards me. I stood up looking concerned, “You alright?” I tried so hard not to focus on his shorts, which was just as soaked up at the front – I could clearly see the drenched square pockets flanking his crotch.

“At my age, it’s either your joints or your stamina give way first,” he laughed out in his deep baritone voice while hobbling.

“So you confirm joining us next week?” He suggested again.

“Let me think about it seriously. But I am keen though,” I watched him fold his arms before me, his muscles bunched up to tease my lust.

“You wanna join us for a beer in the room there?” He pointed to door tucked beneath the gallery stand under a shining fluorescent tube.

I was about to hesitate, and he grabbed me by my shoulders, his palm felt like a steam iron - weighty and toasty against my skin.

“Ok,” I obliged upon the prospect of seeing more of his shorts up close and under room lights.

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

I walked behind Roger as we entered the room. As the door pushed open, a rowdy din seeped out like a dozen of men in a small pub watching a soccer match. “Hey guys, this is Guan, our new member,” Roger shouted into the room, and then turned towards me, looking pleased as a father at his son’s graduation ceremony, “ Next week he’d be joining us,” he said, still beaming.

I took a peer into the room and was nearly amazed to blindness. What an unbelievable sight! I saw a litter of middle-aged uncles, in different forms and sizes, mostly armed with a beer can in their hand, in various stages of undress. A series of unsynchronised greetings from the men then came my way, before resuming their gaze on the TV screen.

“You don’t mind us, we are a crazy bunch after a game,” he must have noticed my dilated pupils. “No, not at all,” I tried to fake a cool and blasé look, sending Roger to go grab us beers.

The L-shaped room was no bigger than the living room of a typical 3-room, HDB flat. The focal point of the room was a 24-inch LDC TV screening a badminton match. There were uncoordinated sofa pieces and chairs littered across the room, which was somewhat adorned only by peeling sportsmen posters glued onto the walls. At the back of the room was a door with what looked like a ‘Bathroom’ sign on it, of which was inked vandalised to become ‘Masterbateroom’.

The men in the room were either seated or standing to watch the game on the TV screen. All of them were shirtless, some conservative ones still clung on to their shorts, while most were only clad in their sopped up briefs. There was a tall and thin uncle standing at a corner with one leg anchored on a chair – and he was the only one naked except for a small hand towel scarfed around his neck.

“Hey,” Roger came back with two beers. Gasp …. gasp …. gasp …. he was standing in his blue drenched briefs stuck onto his buttocks and crotch like a second skin.

“Thanks,” I couldn’t help as my eyes lingered upon his crotch. “This is a men’s only room, so we can just be ourselves,” Roger said as if justifying his shorts removal.

The shape of his crotch load intrigued me. It was not the normal ball shape, but I just wasn’t sure if his penis was badly off-centred or was it that the briefs were too wet and clinging, therefore affecting the crotch’s contours.

Roger must have embarrassed by my unmoved gaze. He shifted his crotch, straightening the contents inside his briefs. Suddenly, I started to blush, and so did he.

“Why don’t we move to that corner, it’s a bit too noisy to talk here,” he gestured at a work table behind the room.

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

Roger sat on the table with a wide V between his highs while I wedged into a chair before him. At eye level, I would be staring straight into his crotch hill. As you would have expected, I was fighting hard to look normal before him.

“Your children play too?” I was so desperate to start a conversation so as to draw my attention away from his groin which was deliciously crushed between his inner thighs.

“I am not married,” his answer came sure and rapid. I could not mask my surprise and elation over his single status.

“Why? “ Roger inquired with a more serious look.

“No, that’s perfectly fine …. But just that you look so much like a father,” I tried to clean up the look of delight on my face.

“Haha …” Roger cracked up in his characteristically chivalrous laughter again.

“You married?” He shot back with the same question. “No no …. I am too happy being with myself,” I sounded resolute as a spokesman for singlehood.

In between beer sips, Roger talked about his past where he was dating a lady, who did not believe in marriage, for about fifteen years. “It was fine with me as marriage was more of a legal process. We were already living together all those years like husband and wife anyway,” Roger said with a certain detachment, it was as if he was relating someone’s story.

“Until one day, she got so involved in a mysterious religion, and I just lost her to it,” he said, still with no tinge of sadness. He shrugged his shoulders, “and so I decided to be alone until now,” bending his lips into a wry smile.

We looked at one another like we had been acquainted for years. So engrossed we were in our conversation, I did not realise that there were only a couple of men left in the room.

“Am I holding you back from your night’s rest?” Roger spoke like he suddenly came to his senses.

“No, not at all. It was very enriching talking about your experience in life,” I still naturally gravitate my eyeballs towards his odd-shaped crotch, nestling within his now dried-up briefs.

“Do you drive or you want to catch a lift from me?” He suggested while finger-nibbling his balls, as if to ease a sudden itch.

“Ok, if it’s convenient,” I watched him pinched his balls like he was doing a pinch test to measure body fat.

“You wait for me to take a quick bath?” He said while I thought I saw a mysterious glimmer in his eyes.

“Oh ok,” I was already feeling my breathing getting irregular.

[oralb]

now where is that badminton racket that i had stashed inside my wardrobe for ages.... need to polish my sword, ops, skills

good story

[LupCheong]

now where is that badminton racket that i had stashed inside my wardrobe for ages.... need to polish my sword, ops, skills

Hmm...I am thinking of starting to play badminton too. Any like-minded people here?

Who knows, maybe we may even meet some real badminton uncles! hehehe

[Asura]

I want I want *Asura pant and pant why chasing LupLup

[Guest Guest]

I stopped playing badminton for almost a year. Btw, mind to tell us where are they playing ?

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

Two more men bade us goodbye and the room was down to just me and Roger. “So let me go into a bath quickly now,” Roger said while turning his behind on me and pulled down his blue briefs. Gasp …. gasp …. Gasp. My respiratory system was choked up at the sight of his fair and porcelain-smooth buttocks, and the shadowed fringe of his lowly-hanging testicles peeping through his legs. I coughed out loud, his nakedness was overwhelming.

“You ok,” he turned and looked at me, his frontal nudity now in full view. I coughed even more violently as he brought me a cup of water from cooler, the tip of his penis nearly kissing my upper lids as I was crouching down in my seating position, chest on my thighs.

“Have a drink. You could have caught a chill from the aircon,” he said as he tiptoed to adjust the vents of the walled aircon unit.

I sat up and was rewarded with a direct sight of Roger’s family jewels. Roger’s fat bulb of penis was nestling, zen-like, amidst a pubic nest with neatly-trimmed hair all round (what a hygienic uncle!). I have never seen a more pleasant penis. It had the right size (not menacingly big, neither eye-straining small), a clean texture like it was freshly scrubbed and wind-dried, and welcoming aura that naturally magnetises eyes, hands and mouths to it.

“You feeling better now,” he effected casualness betraying his comfort and confidence of being completely naked in my presence. Or perhaps he is a closeted exhibitionist or flasher.

“I am alright now,” I tried to migrate my gaze from his private part, but somewhat my eyes were cemented to it.

I watched him fling his underwear onto his bag, turned his back and then swaggered towards the bathroom, finally disappearing behind the door. The door was not completely closed, I heard him whistling to Bee Gee’s How Deep Is Your Love, while his urination trickled like raindrops patting down on a zinc rooftop. It was a long drizzle, I was greatly turned on its intensity until it started leaking in shorter spurts.

He then turned on the tap, water gushed out in torrents. I could hear him rinsing himself under the running water, as I turned and stared at the wound up rolled-up underwear, twisted into the form of a ball of prata dough. I stood up and walked towards it, picked it up between my fingers and shoved it under my nose.

I sniffed it like a glass of wine. A deep but brief inhalation, and put it away. It smelled like a male jogger’s underarms – of overpowering sweat that had soured with oxidation, and with undertones of a neglected laundry bag.

Gosh, it smelled so bad, yet so addictive. Like durian’s seduction. I crushed it between my palm of fingers, deepening the whiff hanging in the atmosphere.

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

“You ok?” Roger caught me in my deeply-engrossed state. I must have looked like a glue sniffer, savouring every breath deep inside my bowels. I panicked as I flung the underwear onto the floor and looked away in shame.

Roger stepped forward to pick up his underwear. I was remorseful and disgraced, didn’t even dare to look at him. “You alright?” Roger’s voice was surprising calm and caring, he didn’t seem the least disgusted with my dishonorable act.

He came before me, all flesh and hairs, and said: “Smells like Teen Spirit? Or Scent of a Woman?”

I slowly turned to look at him, “Naked Gun 2 ½: The Smell of Fear.” Suddenly, we both stared and laughed out simultaneously. It was like the way an abrupt rain had washed away the humidity, our laughter caused the earlier tension to vaporise into thin air.

“You are movie buff?” He then thoughtfully changed the topic.

“Yes, you too?” I was still red faced from the earlier incident.

Roger untangled his underwear and slipped it on. He looked exceptionally sexy, plunging his leg one at a time into the openings of his briefs. I was especially turned on by the sight of his trembling testicles as he squeezed into his briefs. I held my breath like I was watching a chandelier rocking from the ceiling in the wake of a quake.

Briefs on, Roger looked buffed up like Christopher Reeve in his Superman prime – combining massive muscles with baby fat. Roger stood there in his briefs, like an underwear mannequin, spotting a mouth watering bulge at the front. Awkwardness hits again, the underwear-smelling act of mine came back to haunt us again. I started looking away, while Roger stood there in his mannequin pose.

“Thanks for hearing me out tonight,” he finally mustered some sensibility.

I robotly turned towards him and said: “Not at all. I enjoyed talking to you too.” It’s always wise to fall back on politeness, can never seem to go wrong.

The creeping tension was unbearable. I didn’t know what was going on exactly. Is he gay and waiting for me to make my first move? Or is he just drying himself after the bath and therefore still not putting his clothes on? Why was he so forgiving about my underwear-sniffing act? Gosh, it was the mother of all Sodoku puzzles I was grappling with.

I feel as stupid as a using a badminton racquet to fish in the pond. Roger, on the other hand, looks taut as a newly-tightened badminton net.

[Andy@Tokyo]

Liked the badminton uncle story so far.. but Next time, Golf uncles pls?

[Guest 鸟若不生蛋，同志可生]

There was a part of Roger at the corner of my eye. I tried to not focus on it. He was standing still, as motionless as a flake of dirt stuck to my eyelid. Then I saw it crept closer to the centre of my eye, like a fish slowly wading across a glass tank. I saw his flesh, more flesh, the blue of his briefs, more blue, a lot more blue till it almost filled the entire cornea of my eye. I looked up gasping for breath, Roger’s puffy chest already kissing my body.

“Are you alright?” Roger’s breath condensed upon my chin.

“Yes,” I answered as feebly as a hospital patient on a drip.

I thought I felt the tail of a squirrel stroking my hand. I dare not look down, and remained frozen in my stance. Then I felt warmth, like I was close to a kettle. The body heat spread to a large part of my lower body; then migrated upwards. It was as if I was being roasted over a gentle flame in an oven.

Roger hugged me like a warm blanket, and towered over me, fully engulfed me in a snug embrace. I could feel his heart beat throbbing upon my chest, his smooth skin polished my skin like a silk cloth, and what felt like a stiff door knob poking into my stomach flesh.

What is this? I was thinking to myself. Is he gay? But I could hardly think straight anymore by the time his arms slithered across my limbs like a famished python. His hardened groin was like a blunt tool attempting to puncture my flesh he rubbed himself all over me.

I was intensely confused as well as in sexual ecstasy. “Roger ….” I called out half-heartedly. “Yes?” he mumbled in between mowing my neck with his lips. “You gay?” I simply did not expect him to be my fantasy came true.

Our petting came to an abrupt halt. Roger looked up looking like he was in the midst of dinner, “Bi, you ok with that?” His blue briefs were lopsided, one side was pulled down further than the other. “I was turned on by your smelling of my underwear,” he wore a dirty smirk on his face. “It made me feel superior and good.”

He rekindled my embarrassment. “Ok, ok, don’t mention that again, I am terribly embarrassed,” I shot him a look of self-disgust.

“Haha,” he laughed out loud again, and slammed me onto his chest. I liked the way he smelled: Of Milky Shukobutsu and the rawness of flesh. I nosed into his hair, freshly scented with shampoo. I felt like in seventh heavens. It seemed too good to be true, “Bite me,” I pleaded him to.