Brent
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Brent by John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com Part 1
I came to love 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, comes 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 into 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 with 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 where he had been to see the Scorpions back in his home country. 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 course.
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 at my place, I asked him in rather than leaving him out sitting 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.
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 the bathroom for the necessary body cleansing ritual! Feeling refreshed back I went into the living room, modestly dressed with a towel around 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. 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 page. 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 the artful images.
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 him, 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 the book was turning on our friend, 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 the wrapping.
"Wow," I said to him, "I would really like 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 above 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, "let's move into my other room."
"Okay, 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 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 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 could. I took breathes between his humping and pleasured myself with the heat, knowing I was giving him enormous delight, feeling it transmitted back 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 until 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 afterglow 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 on 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 lotion 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 fully inside. It was not a quick job, he was so very tight, but that just made the feeling more intense and I was determined 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 feeling it was only a short time before my sap started 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 by the force, but the glow I was getting from my insides was out of this world. So good, 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." 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 for a vacation. We had a fantastic time and longed to go back there again. 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!
I hope you enjoyed this first part, any comments are welcome to John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com