I think I am losing what is left of my mind after my college
courses bake my brains. Here I am a 20 year old junior and I am acting
this way since I first saw him. It ought to be the other way around: I
am the one usually ogled and propositioned. I am every gay guy's idea of
hot--almost every gay guy--altho' some like a dirty, hairy, trade-like
dude. That's not me. I am only five feet five but in that package I
pack a lot of sex appeal. Strong body, great hair, blue eyes and lightly
body haired. I'm a red head.
Who's driving me nuts, it's this kid Desmond Lee. He's Chinese,
born in Hong Kong. Oh yeah, I know quite a bit about him through careful
detective work. A girl in his class told me that his father is Chinese
and his mother American. That explains the long lashes and jade green
eyes shimmering through his Asian lids. He's also 20. He's over six
feet tall (must come from Dad.) I was waiting on line at the Bursar's
office, he was in front of me. He speaks with a slight British accent,
softened by Chinese. I leaned in toward him to get a sniff. He smells
from Jasmine, or is it Sandalwood. Whatever it is, it made me dizzy and
I swayed against him. He looked back at me with a puzzled expression but
then went back to him business. I was sweating and my lungs suddenly
stopped working the way they should.
That was the last time I was that close but I did get a look at
him in the gym showers in the Health Building. Fabulous is all I can
say, well I can add: glorious, a masterpiece of male beauty. Long of
cock and no body hair. His color was of expresso with lots of cream in
it. His penis was a little darker in color, more tawny and his ball sack
was even darker, almost the color of egg plant. He had no fat on him, he
was a symphony of smooth muscle, tiny waist, flat abs and pecs, no knobby
muscles to spoil the sweeping arc of his body. But the ass...oh
wow...elongated pear on each side, so muscular that you could see his ass
hole easily between the halves. But best of all is that it protruded
saucily. You could rest a condom on the top of his ass!
I didn't see much of him after that as classes started, but after
a week in my Modern Styles, he suddenly showed up. I guess he had been
excessed out of his choice. He sat a few rows in front of me and to the
right. I could see some other great things about him, his puffy lips for
instance. I'm afraid that he caught me looking twice and I smiled and
nodded. He seemed nonplussed. Well anyway, at least we were sharing a
room even though there were 25 other students there. But the second day
a wonderful thing happened. The professor described a piece of furniture
that he had projected on the screen as 'Art Nouveau'. Both Desmond and I
called out: 'It's Art Deco.' We both laughed at the simultaneous
outcry. It was almost as it we came together. The Professor corrected
himself and the class droned on. On the way out, Desmond caught up to me
and said that he collects Art Deco. 'I have a roomful in my apartment.
Immediately I judged that his father was rich because an apartment
off-campus is expensive. And add to that that he collected furniture. I
told him that I had a few pieces that I picked up from garage sales: An
Eames chair, a bureau by George Nelson and a water pitcher of Russell
Wright. He was very impressed. 'Come up to my flat,' he said, 'Right
now and I'll show you what I got.'
Yeah, I thought, I'd like that! This was developing into a great
day but I had no idea how great.
He lived in a classy elevator apartment. We went up together.
There was no one else. In a few minutes the small space began to take on
his sandalwood scent. I could sense his closeness and I began to breath
a little deeply. In addition, a could feel my dick chubbing out in my
thin shorts. I am certain I saw him glance down. I hoped so.
He opened the door, held it for me. I stepped in and he
followed. As soon as we were inside he faced me, put his face close to
mine: 'You are s-o-o-o cute,' he said, and dropping his cultured accent
he took each of my ears between his fingers and gently stroked. 'China
boy want you to such cock.' He pushed gently on my shoulders until I was
kneeling on the floor. 'Take my pants down, American boy.'
I opened his zipper, pulled the jeans down, and quickly grabbed
his string bikinis and pulled down. I was gasping with passion. He
seemed under control. His lemon/gold organ lay soft between his legs,
the bristly black hair standing out. 'Blow on it,' he said, 'Say HA HA
hotly and you'll get a result.' I opened my mouth and 'Ha-ed' hotly. He
sock began to lengthen and then rise slowly. I looked up at him, his
slitty eyes were even smaller and his jade green eyes glinted behind lip
opening. He began to breath through his mouth. 'Lick it!' he
commanded. I leaned in, I could see the pink head beginning to protrude
through the foreskin. He leaned forward and I licked him hungrily. He
tasted clean and wonderful. Finally I took the whole thing in my mouth
and let it slowly move into my throat. I licked the underside. He began
to huff and moan audibly. I held his full balls in my hand to judge how
close he was and they began to pull so light that they almost formed an
until with the base of his cock. I knew he would deliver the Egg Drop
South soon. But then he stopped. Moved backwards to his bed, lay on his
back and lifted his long legs. 'Fuck me. Now!'
I shucked my clothes in record time. Grabbed a condom from the
basket near the bed and put the head of my dick against his smooth dark
tan hole. He held his cheeks apart for me and we both pushed until the
large head of my uncut cock cleared his anal ring. He seemed to love it;
didn't seem to feel any pain. 'Push it fully in,' he grunted. Suddenly
I was all the way in. I leaned forward and kissed him hotly, licking his
lips and wetting his whole face. I could see that he was in a sexual
daze. I began a slow fucking as he mewled and cried in ecstasy. I reach
out and took his cock in my hand and began masturbating him in time to my
fucking. We were both so hot that it took only a few minutes before he
began to stiffen and shouted 'I'm cumming.' His cock seemed to draw into
itself and then extended stiffly as he shoot great shots of pearly cum on
his sleek body. The sight was too much for me. My thighs became stiff
and buzzy and suddenly a began unloading in his beautiful ass.
As we lay there panting, finally relaxing and kissing I said,'I
never did see you art deco things unless it was you cock you meant.
'I'll show you later,' he said, 'But we aren't finished here. I want to
fuck you also. China boy still hot!'