If your reading of stories about men having sex with other men isn't legal where you are, please stop now.
That said, I've read (and jerked off to) so many stories on Nifty that I figured it was time to give something back, but I'll leave it to you to figure out how much of this story is true... Enjoy.
First thing to do, tell you about me. What do you want to know...? What I look like, of course. Well, I'm Caucasian, with skin that stays half-way tanned no matter how much sun it gets, brown eyes and hair kept cropped fairly short. My eyes are framed by long lashes that get comments from men and women both. I'm about five feet, nine inches tall. I always wanted those extra few inches, but I never got them. I wouldn't have minded them somewhere else, either... if you know what I mean.
I weigh about 155 pounds: it's a nice, toned, curved body. I've been going to the gym for a while now, so I've got a decent set of pecs, faintly-defined abs, a nice back and ass, and a six-inch cock that points toward the sky when it's hard. No thick veins, no foreskin, just a finely-shaped tool with a arrowtip head and a curve that loves to brush your prostrate. I've fucked enough guys to know.
I won't give you my age, but I will say that I've had sex with more guys than I could possibly rememeber. I added another one to the list this morning, so I thought I'd share...
My one-room apartment is on the roof of a building in Taipei. I've always loved Asian men, so it didn't surprise my friends when I started learning Chinese. Or when I decided, after breaking up with my last boyfriend in the States, to go to Taiwan for a semester to work on my language skills. Heh.
The washing machine is right by my front door. The water heater -- for the whole building -- is right next to it. But the rent is cheap and I don't have to worry about a long-term contract, and it's near the school where I'm studying for the semester. I've already nailed 7 asians in this bed in the last two and a half weeks. (I like Taipei.) I had just woken up and pulled the sheets off, headed for the bathroom, when I saw the boy in the window. I suppose I had forgotten that I'd left the window open, but when I turned to close the door to the bathroom, I caught him scurrying away toward the washing machine. I hate wearing pajamas.
I had seem him before -- he's damn cute. Doesn't speak a word of English, but I knew a guy checking me out when I saw one. Anyway, I only chuckled to myself and turned on the shower, but I figured that if he was still around when I got out, I'd give him a good show.
There's nothing like a long, hot shower on a cold morning. I took my time, but I couldn't get away from the image of him. Not so tall, about my height, and slender. Fine features, longish dark hair falling across darker eyes, an almost feminine look to him. I was fully hard when I stepped out of the shower, and I'd paid close attention to my crotch when soaping up. I shook the water out of my hair and decided to get the pair of boxer shorts that were hanging outside -- by the washer. I had several other pairs in the dresser, but the opportunity seemed too good to waste.
I wrapped myself in the towel, still dripping, and opened the front door. He was standing there, hovering at the washing machine. I wonder now, as the sun sets, if he'd been waiting.
I gave him a broad smile as I slipped on sandals and brushed past him. He blushed and looked away. I had him. I stood in the front doorway, boxers in one hand, the other clenching the towel shut, and when he finally looked up I just arched my brows. Something inside him clicked. I could see it in his face. Walking back inside, I threw my shorts on the bed, dropped the towel, and started to dry my back.
The door closed behind me, and then the window. Fingertips ran curved lines down my traps to my waist, along my ass, back to the hollow at the bottom of my spine. He stepped into me, grabbing me from behind and pulling me close.
I leaned back, my hair wetting his shirt, and I pulled his head down to mine.
Tongues dancing, trumpets blaring, lips sealing -- it was the kiss that movies are made of.
Unfortunately for him, I'm no romantic. I turned around and put my hands on his shoulders, turning him around, too. I threw the towel on the bed and pulled his shirt off. Arms around his waist, to the button holding his pants clasped, undoing it quickly and sliding them down his legs. Stroking the white briefs holding everything in but never hiding that beautiful, shapely ass. They weren't half-melons, because he didn't have the body for that, but they lifted off the back of his thighs with a tight roundness, dimpling at the center. I'm very versatile in bed, but I knew what I wanted this morning.
I pushed him against the door, his hands against the frame to brace himself, and nudged his legs wide. I pulled the briefs down enough to grant me access and reached over to grab my lube from the desk. He was nervous, I think, but that wasn't my problem. I outweighed him by at least twenty pounds, and deep down he wanted it as much as I did. He certainly didn't try to stop me. I got to my knees and licked his hole. I wasn't sure if it'd be clean or not, but he'd obviously taken a shower before coming upstairs, and I stuck my tongue all the way inside, pulling his cheeks apart with my hands. He started to moan, and I could see precum starting to glisten at the tip of his cock. I reached around and rolled the foreskin all the way back, stroking him slowly, getting him ready for what was about to happen.
I came up off my knees and pointed at the entrance to his ass, and then I pushed. Hard. I had my arms under his armpits, holding on to his shoulders from behind and pulling down on his body. All six inches sank in and he let out a sharp cry. It was so tight... I hadn't fucked an ass like this one in a long time. Hot, wet velvet, gripping and flexing, smooth and hot with only the shortest asshairs scratching my cockhead as I slid in.
I had to hurry, though. Class would start soon.
I pulled out all the way to the crown and pushed back in one smooth motion. I ran my hands over his pecs and stomach, tweaked his nipples and then twisted as I gave him another stroke, this one harder and faster. He let out another sharp cry and then a long, low moan. Looking down I could see my cock sliding in and out between his ass cheeks, white against brown, hard and tight. There was no way that I was going to last long. After a few more long strokes, I stood on my toes and started short, fast, hard thrusts.
The curve of my cock was hitting his prostrate over and over again, and he was breathing hard now, grabbing his dick and holding onto the door for support.
I pushed his shoulders and torso down and grabbed his hips with both hands, and I started to really fuck him. I've fucked enough guys to know the length of my cock and how far I can pull out and still get back in, so I was giving him hard, fast, long strokes all at once. His cock was shiny with pre-cum, hanging between his legs, but then he reached down with one hand and started jerking off. (The fact that he was muttering to himself in Chinese under his breath only made it hotter -- I was nailing a totally random, hot boy in Taipei city on the roof of my apartment building.)
I felt that moment of truth approaching, his ass clenching and squeezing my ass over and over again, my hands all over him but always back to those hips those hips for another stroke deep inside all the way yeah hitting that spot that hurts so much but feels so good and then he starts to moan louder than before and I'm losing control when finally he cums he came he's cumming I can hear it splatter against my front door that was it oh my God I'm coming oh god take it oh god
I pulled him to me, drew him upright, bodies touching from hips to shoulders, curved into each other, and I left a bite mark on his neck as I shot into him, over and over again. I could see his cum dripping down the door, starting to run onto the tile. There were still drops of water on my back from the shower, and all I could think was that I'd have to take another one. So much for class.
Yeah, my first story. If you liked it, let me know. michaepf@hotmail.com