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HOLIDAY SURPRISE
I was 15 and on long school summer break when my mum and dad took me for a 10-day holiday in Kuala Lumpur, capital of Malaysia. The only drawback was that it was by a special flight, so our luggage allowance was limited. Some way into the flight I needed to pee, so I made my way along the gangway to the lav.
One of the cabin crew was Malay, looked like he was in his mid 20s. With his jacket off, in only a short-sleeved shirt, he was doing something in the little galley. Seeing me coming, he pushed open the folding doors for me. His airline uniform trousers were pretty tight. I couldn't help noticing how the outline of his cock showed clearly down one leg. Whatever he had on underneath, it didn't stop it showing. I had a good long pee, re-arranged my bits, splashed some water on my face, washed & dried my hands and returned to my seat, with only a fleeting thought that maybe I was wrong about Malays having small cocks.
We stayed in a very modern hotel where I had my own room with shower lav & washbasin, with mum and dad in an adjoining room. I was old enough to be allowed to go wherever it suited me. The centre of Kuala Lumpur was believed to be very safe. While they were out visiting interesting sites, I explored. Even lightly clad in shorts, clean Y-fronts, thin shirt and trainers it felt hot & humid. I could feel my balls sweating. With enough local money in my pocket, I enjoyed finding lots of shaded outdoor cafes of a sort selling cold drinks, very cheap.
On the second day of my exploring, I came across an open-air swimming pool, clean and modern and very busy with mostly young people. Swimming was something I enjoyed but not expecting to swim and with our limited luggage, I hadn't even packed my swimmers. At a Chinese sports shop I bought myself a pair of swim shorts, bright colours. They were cheap. Going back to the pool, the ticket allowing several hours inside was also very cheap. It included a big clean towel.
At school there was only one Malay boy. He was in my class, a really good hockey player. I was also in the hockey team, so I had plenty of chances to see him naked as we all showered together after a game. Cockwise, he was hairier than any of us. His balls looked big enough but he had a really small cock, circumcised, like only two others. The rest of us still had our foreskins of varying length. Mine was a bit tight, but it pulled back easily all the way even when I got really hard and was wanking. Not knowing any better, I had in mind that all Malay men & boys had small cocks. My eyes were to be opened during that holiday in Kuala Lumpur.
Supposing that it was also summer school hols there, the pool was busy with a mixture of Chinese, Malays and even three noisy American teens. Many of the young Chinese looked very muscular, mostly wearing tiny bright coloured swimmers, something like Speedos or what Australians call budgie-smugglers, their big bulges very obvious. The Malay boys were mostly in swim shorts also in bright colours. Going to get changed to swim, I was a bit surprised. While the pool was clean and modern, the male changing-room was simple, just lockers, benches, thick plastic mats on the floor, hot & cold showers, several lav cubicles. I hurried to get showered under cold water and into the pool. I swam for close on a couple of hours.
When I went to have another cold shower before getting dried off & dressed, besides some young kids, the only other doing the same as me was a Malay boy of about my own age. As we peeled off our swimmers, he grinned, saying hello. I raised a hand. He shook it warmly. It was only when we were facing each other naked that I spotted his cock. It was a good big size, with some long straight black hair there, not curly like mine. What's more, he hadn't been circumcised. He was also glancing at my cock as we got dried off. He spoke very decent English.
Once we were dressed, he suddenly grabbed me by the arm, suggesting that we might go for cold drinks at a place just outside the pool. It was still only about 4pm and I didn't have to be back at the hotel until close on 7, so I readily agreed. Sitting down there in the shade, drinking iced tea, something new to me, we introduced ourselves properly, exchanging first names. His was Omar, with same birth year & month as me. After a good deal of chat, I dared to ask him why he wasn't circumcised, like I thought all Malays were.
He grinned, putting a hand on mine on the table. "Sure, most of us are. Just that my parents wouldn't have it done to me. It's not like getting it done as a baby. Here in Malaysia, the Chinese near enough don't ever do it but Malay boys get it done only when they're about 12. It must be horrible. It makes them walk funny for weeks, forever putting a hand down inside their pants. Another thing, Robert, it doesn't stop them doing that, you know, stroking it until..." I said, "We mostly call it wanking. We all do it."
"Mmh. We do it too. Having my skin still there makes it a lot easier. It makes me a bit of a curiosity at school. Chinese friends call doing that shooting down aeroplanes." I laughed out loud at that. Right after, Omar said "Can I ask you something? You ever do that with any other boy?" "No, but I often wondered how it would feel with someone else doing it for me. You?" "No, only ever did it by myself." "Hey, Omar, we only just met. Maybe I shouldn't have asked about stuff like that." "It's OK. I never talked with anyone about it. It was easy with you. We're the same age....maybe it'd be fun to do that for each other?"
I never expected to hear that but seeing as how I hadn't had a chance to wank since leaving Britain, I felt my cock stiffening inside the Y-fronts I had on under my shorts. Omar was still looking straight at me, like he was waiting for my answer.
I went "Even if we wanted to, how and where could we do it?" He gave another grin. "Not easy, but there's a corner in a park I know. At a few times of day, nobody ever goes there. What are you going to be doing tomorrow?" "Nothing much, same as today, just exploring." "Mmh. Me, I'd like to give it a try. We could meet up here, like we're going swimming again, maybe 3pm?"
I agreed to meet him there. At the hotel, with my parents back, I had a cold shower, changing into other clothes. Our hotel had air-conditioning throughout. We had a supper meal in the hotel restaurant, exchanging chat about what we'd been doing. I told them about the great swimming pool but not about meeting Omar and what we'd talked about. Falling asleep, with both hands on my balls as per usual, I wondered whether he would turn up. Maybe he'd changed his mind.
Next day after breakfast, lots of fresh fruit and sweet coffee, I spent most of the morning with my mum and dad looking round some smart shops full of expensive stuff, before telling them how I wanted to go for another swim. Remembering to put my swim shorts in a pocket, I made for the pool. Wow! Omar was sitting at the same place, under the shade of a big umbrella, giving me a grin. We shook hands again. We drank some more ice-cold tea. "Not changed your mind?"
He shook his head. I followed him to the park, a big place. Omar was right, almost no one around. The spot he had chosen was a bench well hidden behind bushes. We sat down close together, losing no time in getting our hands over our clothes between each others legs, both of us hard inside a couple of minutes. His shorts had buttons, mine a zip, our hands soon down inside, feeling each others rigid cocks. That wasn't enough, pulling each others shorts down and what we had on underneath. With everything down round our ankles, we sat there for only a few minutes, playing with each others foreskins before getting on with wanking each other. It took a little to get used to how we gripped each others cocks.
With the state of excitement I was in, I just knew it wouldn't take long before I couldn't keep from shooting my jizz. I felt Omar's cock leaking some of that clear stuff that comes out close to the end. He was breathing heavily, kind of blowing through his lips as we went on wanking each other. Feeling mine coming, I managed to stand up just as the orgasm gripped me. I didn't even need to touch my cock. It jerked and spurted all by itself, my jizz landing on the bare earth all of three feet from where I was. A moment later, Omar got to his feet, gasping, wanking himself and grabbing hold of my arm. His shot out, several fierce spurts.
Once it was finished, we both sat down on the bench, breathless & sweating a bit, grinning happily at each other. "Wow, I was really needing that!" "Me too. It felt so good doing it for each other."
Being in such a hurry to meet up with him, I hadn't brought along anything for us to wipe our cocks. Good for him, Omar produced a big packet of tissues, letting us wipe them and give a squeeze to make sure no jizz leaked out on underwear. We pulled up our clothes, both our mouths dry, so we strolled together from the park, dumping the messy tissues in a rubbish bin before finding a nearby shaded place. I bought us several cold soft drinks, sitting there just looking at each other. He said something like "Don't suppose we see each other again, but won't ever forget today." "Why not, we both enjoy swimming?" "I'm often there in afternoons while our summer holidays last. Always happy to see you again, but we never talk about what we did for each other, OK?" I nodded. We shook hands on it.
I went twice more to the swimming pool before it was time for us to catch our flight home. I met with Omar again and three of his Chinese schoolmates. Of course I didn't forget him in a hurry, and not just because he changed my idea that all Malay boys had small cocks. (End)
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