Brent

Brent (Part 3)

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Brent by John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com

Part III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What does your cousin talk about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He's sucking my cock."

"Wow, really, he can do that?"

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

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

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

The Kid drew out a low gasp, "You sure have a big cock, how can he do that?"

"He practises a lot."

Brent pushed it back into my mouth again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had.

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

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

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

A now quaky voice replied, "No, I didn't but he wanted me to."

"Why don't you have a go now?"

The kid said, "Do like you? Won't the guy mind?"

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

"It looks good if you don't think he would mind......?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he said, "You no unerstan!"

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

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

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

I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is that?" he asked.

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

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

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

"How are they?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes why not, I would think nude, you have a nice shape, just your shorts disrupt the line of your body as I look at you now, so I can't say for sure." I just threw that in as the thought crossed my mind.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, I get it," he said, "delicious! You want to eat me?" he questioned. "I am delicious if you want to try." Now he was grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope you have enjoyed this one. Any of your comments are welcome to John - bokjay123@hotmail.com