This is a fantasy of my first time. It happened a long time ago, and I wish it had happened. But it didn't. Let me say at once that I am not a size freak. I prefer cocks that will fit easily in my mouth so that I may caress them with my tongue. That usually provides a very sensuous and satisfactory writhing. Also, I am exclusively oral: I like sucking and enjoy receiving the jizz in bursts. I know anal intercourse is bad for the health: the anal channel is not nearly as tough as the vaginal, so lesions are inevitable and the anal channel is where the body gets rid of its filth; urine, on the other hand, is sterile.
So now to the story.
As a graduation gift upon my emergence from High School, my parents gifted me with a free airline ticket to Taiwan to visit a cousin who was working there. I was excited by it. Although I had no erotic attraction to Chinese, I did to Japanese. All the Chinese I saw in the United States either were very skinny and homely or they looked as though they were carved from lard -- and were homely. In any event, until I went to Taiwan my preferences in sexual partners was academic: I was a virgin.
When I arrived in Taiwan I was surprised and delighted to see that quite a number of young Chinese males were, in fact, attractive and more than that. They were often well built, on the slim side to be sure, but their proportions were very good. And then there was their skin! To call them yellow' is as inappropriate as to call us white.' Oriental skin tends to the golden but the range of colors is from ivory to caramel. Beautiful, sensuous skin and their relative hairlessness means that they have a silky quality but if they are muscular, as many of them are, the silk covers steel -- hot steel.
For my part, I am blond, blue-eyed with a swimmer's build which is, of course, common among handsome Orientals. Either the build of swimmers or of gymnasts. Both of those builds I find inspires lust. On the other hand, weight lifters seem grotesque to me -- as does over large cocks. In the latter case, the organs often go off in odd directions or are sharply bent along their length. Neither of which I find desirable.
My cousin had a bungalow on the outskirts of Taipei: a house surrounded by a wall and between the house and wall there was a garden. And the bathroom had windows opening onto the garden -- which is important to the story I am telling.
One morning shortly after I arrived my cousin went off to work in the early morning, as usual. But I stayed abed, suffering from jet-lag. He had told me that the yardboy would be coming when he was at work.
When I got up and had breakfast, I went out of doors and there was the yardboy, working in the flower bed. His back was to me but he was wearing only a singlet and pair of shorts (it was summer and the summers in Taiwan are hot and muggy). I was transfixed: his shoulders and biceps were well defined and muscular and light golden brown from the sunlight. And his legs were smooth and muscular. The skin had a kind of glow about it. His hair was jet black and straight, as is usual for Chinese. I felt a tingle in my groin.
I went over to greet him and when he turned I almost gasped he was so handsome in a very Chinese way: almond shaped eyes with dark pupils a handsome, almost beautiful face that was distinctly boyish. He knew little English but I learned that he was about my age: 17 going on 18. Orientals are usually less mature than Westerners, however, so he looked at least two years younger. Moreover, I think he said that in school he was a gymnast. He certainly looked it.
In any event, I was quite smitten and my imagination shifted into overdrive. As the day wore on I frequently showed up in a place where I could see him -- usually from a distance so that he wouldn't get alarmed -- or anything like that.
With every `sighting' of him, I got more agitated and horney. As I said, Taiwan summers are hot and muggy and my cousin's bungalow had no air conditioning. So in the afternoon, people often took a bath -- there was no shower at my cousin's either. So I was lying in the bath, thinking -- and my thoughts wandered -- well, that's not quite right: they charged toward the vision of the yardboy. I was imagining kissing him, licking him, drinking in his cock (and wondering and imagining what it would look like, taste). And I turned on my side to masturbate, closing my eyes better to imagine him. Suddenly, I felt something like a premonition or rather that someone was watching: I opened my eyes and saw the yardboy at the window staring at me. He disappeared so suddenly that I couldn't be sure it happened. But I was mortified and my cock shrunk to less than normal size.
Then -- and it couldn't be more than 4 minutes after the panic attack -- the door to the bathroom opened and the yardboy himself appeared. Apparently, he had been as startled as I had and after a mere instant of dithering had decided that he knew my intentions and desires. Indeed, he had noticed my frequent sightings of him from the distance and his desire grew.
Well, he stepped into the bathroom and his face was transformed into something full of lust. As his eyes swept over me, it was like a physical caress and my body responded as my cock stirred and stood at attention. After a moment or two of standing transfixed just inside the door, drinking in my body, especially my swelling cock, he moved to the tub, where I was lying, unsure of what to do. He stood beside me, looking down at me and I noticed the tent in his shorts. In one movement, he removed his singlet and I drew in my breath sharply at the sight: a beautifully muscled torso with wide shoulders, below which were maroon nipples the size of quarters below that a definite six-pack. Then he removed his shorts, revealing magnificent golden thighs with white briefs separating the six pack from the thighs. The briefs showed the outline of his cock: about five inches of uncircumcised meat. Like an automaton, I reached my right hand out of the bath to reach out and lightly caress the cloth over the cock, leaving a damp spot which became translucent. But the yardboy quickly pulled down his briefs revealing his cock in all its quivering majesty. Leaping from a patch of coal black straight hair, it rose at a 45 degree angle. His foreskin was so scant that there was no sign of it; just a golden brown column surmounted by a large purple grape.
I thought I could feel the heat from his cock from where I was lying. He knelt beside the tub, leaned over and placed his lips on mine while his hand sought out my hard cock. Now I was a virgin and had never kissed or had any hand but my own on my cock before: so you will understand the double shock or double thrill I received both at the same time. Struggling to my side again, my own hand sought out his cock. I touched it. It was hot. It was soft over hard. I grasped it; it jumped -- as was mine! His kissing lurched upward another notch as we fondled one another. Then he moved his lips from my mouth, down my chin, throat, chest, belly, plowing through the dark blond thicket of my pubes until ... There was a pause as he leaned back for a good look; then he plunged taking my cock into his warm oriental mouth to the hilt.
Such a terrific physical jolt as I had never before received! I looked down, past his swelling shoulders, to the jet hair of his head to his golden, hairless, high cheek boned face to the place where I saw myself entering his mouth. It was the first time -- for any of that. And the thrill has never repeated itself. The image remains in my mind to this moment. He moved his head up and down -- and my cock in and out -- a couple of times and I almost exploded from a delirium of desire.
Struggling to disengage myself from the egoism of desire, I looked back at his cock, throbbing so invitingly in front of me. I was divided in my feelings. On the one hand, was the growing ecstacy below my waist where he was gently, sensuously sucking my virgin cock. And at my other end, was my virgin mouth, watering and desiring to taste, to savor, the beautiful, tantalizing, enticing member, so obviously wanting urgently to be serviced: its 5" golden brown length topped by a tense purple glans stretching out toward my waiting mouth. Well, consulting all my phantasies, I stretched out my tongue to meet it; licked it, moved around its periphery before receiving it -- the glans only -- in my eager and hungry mouth. Tightening my lips around the collar of his cock, I slowly slid down its length, working my tongue around, below, above (until I devoured too much to do so) until, at length I reached the root, the jet black pubic hair jammed against my face. Then I slowly withdrew to the collar and repeated the move again and again with the Chinese boy becoming increasingly tense. He had stopped his movement on my own cock, but with his mouth full of it.
Suddenly, he went rigid, groaned and began to empty himself into my mouth in mighty bursts until he went limp -- comparatively, that is. Then, while I kept my mouth on his relaxing and shrinking member, he resumed his servicing of me. All my feeling, all my experience focused on my cock as it moved toward the moment of complete ecstacy. Until finally, I poured myself into a man's mouth for the very first time.
Afterwards, he helped me to dry off and we went into the bedroom for more sex. He left, with most of the yard work done, about half an hour before my cousin returned. I was exhausted but happy.
My Taiwan experiences did not end there, however. A few days later I met a couple of Taiwanese soldiers, but that is another story.