Life of a Blasian Rentboy

His name was Asahi Williams. It was a strange name, yes. It meant, or was read as, sunlight in Japanese. He had been born in the land of the rising sun, to a Japanese mother and a Black American soldier. His first ten years were spent there, evidenced by the fact that even as an adult he still had trouble pronouncing the dreaded letter L.

When he turned ten years old, his ex-military father returned and took him to America. He was happier there, for a time, until he came out as gay. His father promptly kicked him out of the house. With no money and nowhere to go, Asahi did what any five-foot-ten, athletically built, Blasian gay eighteen year-old with curly hair and a cute face would do: he whored out his round brown booty and his uncircumcised eight-inch cock. Yes, he spent the next two years sucking men off in the backseat of their cars; getting deeply and sometimes brutally fucked and gangbanged by men twice his age, and slanging his dick just as hard for those who wanted it.

By the time he turned twenty-two, he was a fairly popular man-whore in the big city; making his money through escorting as well as performing for big-name gay porn studios. While his life had been sad for a time, he came to enjoy the rent boy lifestyle. After all, it was not that different from being a geisha in sixteenth century Japan. Asahi performed sexually, sure, but he also moonlighted as a back-up singer in jazz clubs, and had been an extra in two music videos and one B-list sci-fi movie. Still, sex was his bread-and-butter, and he loved the work. More than that, however, he loved sex on his own time.

That night, he entertained his sugar daddy. Sure, he got paid for it, but they'd grown close and were a bit more than whore and john. Eric was in his mid-fifties but still relatively fit; an older white guy with silver hair and a bit of a paunch but anyone could see strong vestiges of the hunky athletic frame he'd maintain in his youth. His cock certainly still worked; a stiff upward-curving seven-inch piece that made Asahi moan out loud as it slithered straight up his ass.

Asahi pushed back on the cock and clenched his hole, making Eric moan. Asahi smiled then proceeded to ride that cock; ramming his booty back on the rigid organ until Eric grabbed his hips and took him straight to pound town. Asahi's eyes rolled up in his head as he slumped forward on the bed, and Eric followed. Every thrust made him moan. He gripped the sheets and his own hard Blasian cock ached as it leaked a steady stream of precum. Thrust after thrust lodged that cock balls-deep up Asahi's ass until Eric roared. Asahi moaned, flexing his cunt on the pulsing cock until it stopped firing and his sugar daddy rested on top of him, panting. Asahi purred, relishing Eric's nut seeping through his insides.

Despite being satisfied for the time, Asahi's libido was a raging storm. After a second round of fucking, Eric was exhausted and Asahi had to jack his cock to a third nut before he felt complete. It was for that reason that he could never commit to one man. He had never found a man who could match his incredible sex-drive.

* * * * *

The following night, Asahi found himself in a towel, walking through the bath house. Hiscock was rock-hard under the cloth as he walked the quiet corridor, hearing the grunts and groans of men in the rooms. As he turned the corner, a door was open and a big beefy older black man stood just inside it. He was completely naked. He was a bear of a man with quite the paunch and perky man boobs but his cock was magnificent; at least ten inches long and thick as hell.

Asahi licked his lips as he approached and gripped the big throbbing ebony rod. A big black hand groped his round brown butt-cheeks. Asahi let his towel fall and the man fingered his clean-shaven chute. Asahi moaned then sealed his lips on the fat tits, making the black bear groan. He was quickly pulled inside the room and the door was locked. Asahi slid onto the bed and moaned as the big man ate his ass. The tongue was magical, slurping and spearing and circling his winking chute. Asahi pushed his ass in the air and the man ate him all the more vigorously.

After several long minutes of getting his asshole licked on, the big man sucked Asahi's balls then his hard eight-inch cock. Asahi moaned; relishing the hot tongue flicking over his piss-slit. Then, the man returned to ass-eating; adding extra wetness before kissing the huge bulbous head of his cock to Asahi's winking hole. Asahi groaned, arching his back as the big dick slipped inside. Inch-by-inch it sank deeper, opening Asahi's hungry brown tunnel until it was obscenely stretched around the throbbing ebony shaft.

Asahi grunted as the man held him by the waist and started to fuck. It hurt but it also felt amazing. It was exactly what Asahi needed: a good hard rough fuck, no feelings involved. Just a random strange man pounding his guts, focused solely on his own nut. That was exactly what Asahi got as the big black bear slapped his jiggling pelvis to Asahi's firm round buttocks again and again. The thick black cock punched up his guts and Asahi mewled his pleasure; reaching under and stroking his own hard cock. The bear grunted and huffed; his breath ragged as he fucked harder and faster; rocking Asahi forward with every stroke until his big black cock erupted balls-deep inside.

Asahi sighed, savoring the hot cum flooding his guts. He worked his ass up and down the length of the big ebony phallus until it started to go soft and the man pulled out. He tossed Asahi's towel to him as he walked out; leaving the Blasian cum-dump alone in the room. However, his isolation would not last long as the door creaked fully open. Asahi flung the towel to the floor, exposing his bare, cum-dribbling ass. He took a hit on the bottle of poppers as warm hands caressed his ass.

Asahi kept his face to the mattress as a towel was removed and the weight of a man clambered onto the mattress behind him. He estimated the stranger to be about his height but a bit heavier. A wet cock pushed up his ass-crack. It was thick, maybe eight inches, and curved upward. Asahi's cock lurched as the knob kissed his chute and pushed in. Asahi cooed, wriggling his ass to get the last inch or two balls-deep. The man moaned. He gripped Asahi's waist and started to fuck.

Asahi arched his back as the man fucked him harder. The stranger began to cuss in Spanish. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, clapping his pelvis to Asahi's butt-cheeks. The grip on his waist tightened and the man hammered his cock home, screaming Spanish profanities as he erupted balls-deep.

Asahi moaned softly and took another hit of the poppers. The cock lurched inside him, adding to the load buried up his guts. The stranger pulled out and smacked Asahi's round ass. Asahi kept his eyes closed, savoring the warm wetness in his rectum as the man walked out. He took another hit of poppers, as the door opened and another strange man approached.

* * * * *

Getting his ass fucked and seeded by five strangers satiated his desires for all of a day and a half. Night fell and Asahi was happy, dancing in the cage at the club. Wearing only a jockstrap, kneepads and sneakers, he wiggled and gyrated his ass. He thrust his hips and moaned as men rubbed on his bulging cock. One guy in particular was very much into him, stuffing dollar bills into the waistband of his jockstrap. He was a hot white guy, a bit older than him, ginger-haired and bearded.

Once Asahi was done dancing, the guy bought him a drink. Moments later, Asahi was in the restroom, making out with the sexy ginger hunk. He shoved the guy forward over the sink and grinded his hard cock against that fat white ass. He yanked the guy's jeans down, exposing the pale ass-cheeks. Asahi knelt and shoved his face between the buns, licking and sucking on the hairy chute.

Asahi moaned, loving the flavor. He pushed his tongue inside, twisting and twirling as he feasted on the man's hot ass. Asahi stood and kissed his cockhead to the chute. He moaned as he sank balls-deep in the hungry pink cunt, relishing how it gripped his shaft. Asahi churned his cock round in the warm moist tunnel then started fucking. He gripped the ginger hunk by the waist as he clapped his hips to the round pale buns.

Asahi craned his head back, hammering faster; his only goal to bust his nut. He looked down at the action; his brown shaft plunging through the hairy white cunt. He looked into the mirror and grinned as he locked eyes with the mewling ginger. He gripped the hunk's shoulders and slammed the final strokes up that hot ass; making the ginger scream. Asahi grunted, unleashing his spunk. He shuddered and slumped forward over the ginger's broad back, panting heavily. He churned his cock round inside, smearing his cum over every surface.

He pulled out and the ginger spun around, dropping his knees and sucking the last drops of nut from Asahi's cock. Asahi punched his cock into the welcoming throat, fucking back and forth until his cock was coated in spit. He smacked his rod over the smiling pale bearded face then gasped the guy sucked on his balls. He shivered with delight; his nutsac being caressed and massaged in his hot wet mouth. The tongue washed his orbs and his hard cock jerked.

It was a good appetizer but that was hardly enough to satisfy Asahi's raging libido. His next orgasm came in the restroom of the train station. Asahi had been waiting on the platform in the wee morning hours after his performance at the club, when the need to piss like a horse overwhelmed him.

While he relieved himself in one of the cubicles, he noticed a pair of lips at the gloryhole. The hole was obviously new, and Asahi smiled as he fed his rising cock between the pink suckers. He moaned as his length was engulfed by the hot wet mouth. He gripped the top of the partition and worked his shaft back and forth. Spit surrounded his cock, and he pushed forward and into the cocksucker's throat. Warm wet gurgling massaged his meat, and he picked up the pace. Warm spit trickled down his balls. The cocksucker choked but Asahi kept going, edging closer to his nut. He cried out as he reached his climax, erupting down the hungry gullet. The cocksucker swallowed it all but Asahi was still hard. He rubbed his cock over the thick pink lips.

"You get fucked too?"

Without a reply, the cocksucker turned and pressed his caramel ass to the hole. The dark-brown pucker was smooth and hairless, and clearly filled with cum. Asahi pressed his bulbous knob to the chute and moaned as he sank balls-deep. He started to fuck, gripping the top of the partition for dear life as he rammed his cock through the welcoming cunt. The loads of previous johns coated his shaft and he picked up the pace, rattling the flimsy partition as he fucked his way to orgasm. Asahi growled and shuddered as he dumped his load in the hungry hole. He nestled himself balls-deep and remained there until he was spent. When he pulled free, the cocksucker spun around and polished his softening shaft.

"Thanks for the nut," the pink lips rasped.

"Anytime," Asahi chuckled, tucking his cock back into his boxers.

Asahi shook the sleep from his head as the train rattled along the tracks. He smiled, recalling how good it had felt to cum. He groped his cock. After a good night's sleep he would be horny as hell once more. He would probably hit up Eric for a fuck and some cash; maybe call the studio and get in on their newest bareback fuck-flick. He sighed. Such was the life of a Blasian rent boy.

* * * * *

Of course, there were days when Asahi wondered if he would ever find love. On those days, his mind would drift back to that time he almost found it.

He had been to Barcelona, to film with a fairly famous gay porn company located there. He had been twenty years old at the time and the world was his oyster, at least when it came to sex. Things seemed to be looking up as he hoped a porn career would at least help to lessen the amount of sex-work he had to do (sucking off randos in the backs of their cars, right next to the child seat).

After filming two scenes and receiving more money than he'd ever been in possession of in his young life, Asahi decided to visit Madrid. It was while he was sipping a beer in a café, that he had met Federico.

Federico was gorgeous. He was also of mixed race: his father being Iranian-Spanish and his mother Japanese-Nigerian. He was pretty but not in a feminine way. He was an inch or two taller than Asahi, with bulging sculpted muscles. He had a tanned beige complexion, green eyes, and silky raven hair that hung just at his shoulders. He was a bit older too, at twenty-seven. Asahi felt an immediate connection; which was only strengthened as their conversation continued.

That night, Asahi took up Federico's offer to go home with him. They both knew what was up but Asahi truly felt a connection. The sex seemed to prove it, as Federico knew exactly where and how to touch Asahi to make him moan, groan and scream with pleasure. The man's fat cock plundered Asahi's tunnel, and Asahi gave in to its demand; arching his back as it dug deeper, harder, faster; slowed down, churned, lurched inside him; popped free only to plunge back in balls-deep. By the time Federico came the first time, Asahi came too. They rested briefly, chatting, then picked up again with Asahi riding the big fat dick until he blew his second load over Federico's hairy chest, and the top did the same up his ass.

For the next few days, Asahi stayed with Federico as the gorgeous man showed him around the town; taking him out on the lake; to all the best tapas bars and nightclubs; museums, movies and more. It was more than Asahi could have hoped for, and he rarely had to spend a dime of his hard-earned money either. The only thing Federico demanded of Asahi was his moist brown hole on his cock, and his hard brown cock in his mouth. Asahi gave both willingly as the pair pleasured each other to the extreme.

It was a dream and all too soon, Asahi had to wake up from it. One day, Federico told him he had to leave his apartment. Asahi was taken aback until Federico explained that his boyfriend was returning from his Swedish trip in two days. Asahi was hurt. Federico had never mentioned a boyfriend. Then again, Asahi had never asked.

So was I just your live-in whore, Asahi recalled asking, enraged. Federico had sneered then pulled up Asahi's recent scenes on the porn site. He shoved a wad of cash into Asahi's hands and told him to leave. Asahi flung the cash right back in Federico's face, packed up his things and stormed out. He left Madrid the very next day, returning to the good ole USA. Fuck Spain! Fuck Federico, and fuck love! Asahi did not cry until he was back in his run-down apartment, flinging himself onto his broken bed and sobbing bitterly. Once he'd gotten his emotions out of the way, he chided himself for not keeping the money but what was done was done.

Asahi sprung up from his bed, glazed in sweat. He flung his feet over the edge and held his face in his hands. He could not believe he'd had that dream again. Once he was fully awake, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a straight shot of vodka. He gulped it down and looked down on the narrow back street. He had been asleep a long time, since sunset. The clock read minutes past eleven.

"Fuck it," he muttered.

No way he was going back to sleep, plus that damned dream had sent his libido through the roof. He had no jobs lined up for the night. Eric would be sound asleep, and he was not in the mood to get paid for a fuck; not after those fucking memories. He pulled on some clothes--a t-shirt, sweatpants and kicks--then thought better of it, and logged onto the hookup app instead. Why walk the streets searching for a slut when the sluts could come to you?

The guy he found was absolutely gorgeous. A nineteen year-old college student of Somali extraction, Ismail was the definition of beauty with his smooth deep-dark complexion; lean swimmer's physique; and the face of a fashion model with the narrow elegant features typical of the Horn of Africa, soft curly hair and full sexy lips. Asahi wasted no time getting those lips down around his cock. The kid couldn't deepthroat worth a damn but his hot wet mouth was more than enough to get Asahi's cock raging hard, plus he knew how to use his tongue; lashing it along the underside of Asahi's cockhead, shaft and balls, and sending the Blasian stud into a frenzy of shivers.

Asahi quickly ripped the kid's clothes off and had him face-down and ass-up while he licked, sucked and slurped on the hot black ass. He relished the hot fresh flavor of the pucker and appreciated the hairless cheeks. Just as quickly, Asahi was lubed up and pushing his bare cock up the kid's ass. The kid grunted but did not resist as Asahi sank his cock balls-deep then began to fuck. He fucked him hard too, clapping the midnight-black ass-cheeks like there was no tomorrow. The kid gasped and moaned and howled but not once did he try to run from the dick as Asahi plowed his ass to orgasm.

That was only the first. Asahi nailed the kid to the bed twice more, in varying positions until he had flooded that hot tight ass with three steamy-hot loads; not to mention the two creamy nuts he had massaged from the kid's thick circumcised ebony cock. The first Asahi took to the throat. The second he stroked from the kid's cock; feeling the African seven-incher erupt in his hand.

Asahi panted as he collapsed onto the bed, glazed in sweat. The kid was too. They looked at each other and Asahi smiled. It had been a good fuck! A great fuck actually. His balls were drained, and he knew he was going to sleep till at least midday. His euphoria was disrupted when the kid rested his head on Asahi's chest. At first, Asahi allowed it but when the kid did not move or attempt to get up, Asahi took action.

"What's wrong?" the kid asked, sitting up after Asahi had pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" Asahi asked.

"W-What do you mean? I...I thought I could..."

"What? Spend the night? Dude, I invited you here to fuck not make you my boyfriend!"

"I didn't think that!" the kid protested. "I just...thought it would be nice to spend a bit more time...just...I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be! Get dressed and get out!"

Asahi watched as the kid hurriedly pulled himself together. Asahi shoved the kid's phone into his hands and ushered him to the door. He was about to slam the door shut when their eyes met. The kid's expression was pure sadness; like he had been rejected from life. The kid was Somali. No doubt he had lived his whole life in hiding. Asahi knew that feeling all too well, and the harsh consequences of coming out too soon. He softened then, recognizing in the nineteen year-old the same hurt that he had experienced at that age. He sighed, knowing he had to, at least, try to soften the blow.

"Listen...kid, what's your name again?"

"Ismail."

"Listen, Ismail. I know how it feels to be young, gay and lonely, believe me I do, but trust me when I tell you...if you're looking for something deeper than sex...I can't make that connection with you, even if I wanted to. Do you understand?" Asahi concluded, looking Ismail straight in the eye.

Ismail nodded. He took a deep breath then smiled a brave smile.

"Thank you, Asahi, for...a really good fuck."

With that Ismail turned and trotted down the stairs. Asahi waited until he heard the heavy steel door to his apartment building open then slam itself shut seconds later. He exhaled, having not realized he had been holding his breath. He closed and locked his apartment door and leaned his forehead against it.

"Fuck...I'm such a fucking mess."

* * * * *

It had been quite a day for Asahi. He'd headed over to Eric's, got fucked and handed a couple thousand in exchange. After pocketing the money and doing a grocery run for his sugar daddy, Asahi headed straight to his favorite Chinese restaurant as the sun set. He stopped dead in his tracks as he reached the top of the stairs. Ismail had been sitting right in front of his apartment door but shot to his feet on seeing Asahi.

"Hey," Ismail greeted.

"What are doing here?" Asahi asked, walking up and unlocking his door as Ismail stood aside.

"You forgot what I told you?"

"No, I didn't! I...I'm not looking for love from you. I'm just horny, and it felt so good when you fucked me the last time so...I was hoping..."

Asahi looked Ismail up and down. Yeah, despite everything he still was a gorgeous fucker. He felt his dick harden. He opened the door. "Come in."

Inside, they stripped out of their clothes in the space that counted for a kitchen in the tiny apartment. Asahi sucked on Ismail's neck and their lips met. He pressed the kid against the wall, sucking face, their hard cocks rubbing together through their pants. He was about to take it further when Ismail's stomach rumbled, loud and hard.

"Oh...sorry. I was so busy with studying this evening that I skipped dinner. Plus, I wanted to get fucked so..."

"Do you wanna eat?" Asahi asked, gesturing toward the hot boxes of take-out sweltering in the white plastic bags.

"Ah, I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Ismail, do you wanna eat?" Asahi repeated, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Y-Yes. I'm starving."

Asahi chuckled then popped another sweet-and-sour chicken piece into his mouth. He was glad his greedy ass had decided to buy large portions. Ismail had torn through his first serving and was on to the second. After dinner, Asahi turned on a movie, cuddling with Ismail on his second-hand couch; both of them shirtless. One hour later, Ismail was out cold, his head on Asahi's shoulder.

"Dammit, kid," Asahi muttered but could not help but smile as he caressed Ismail's soft curly hair.

Asahi got a half-sleeping Ismail to his feet and guided him to his bed. He stripped Ismail naked then lay him out on the mattress. He stripped naked too and slid into bed next to him, under the covers. He watched Ismail sleep for a few minutes before rolling onto his side. Before he could turn out the light, Ismail woke up.

"Ah? Oh shit, I'm sorry. I can go," he said, sitting up and swinging his feet off the bed. Asahi grabbed his arm.

"Where you going?"

"I came for sex, and ate most of your dinner. I'm sorry I couldn't get you off tonight..."

"Would you shut up...and get back into bed. We...I...it's late already. Just...sleep here tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm still grabbing your arm, aren't I?"

Ismail smiled and slid back under the covers. Asahi turned out the light then pulled Ismail into spoon position. Ismail's soft moan of comfort did not go unnoticed, and Asahi smiled, caressing Ismail's body until they both drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Over the next few weeks, Asahi spent many nights with Ismail in his arms. They fucked like crazy several nights of the week. Asahi enjoyed being a total top for the first time in his life; never having experienced being in control like that before. More importantly than that, Asahi came to enjoy having a genuine connection with another man without money being involved.

They talked. They talked a lot; engaging in deep conversations. Asahi's assumptions were confirmed when it came to Ismail's past. He had been forced to hide who he was among his Somali family but being far from home--on the other side of the country--he was free to experiment and discover himself.

Asahi confessed his life story too; about his not-altogether carefree childhood in Japan and the gritty culture shock of American life, and black American life in particular. He confessed his lifestyle and the fact he still had a sugar daddy. Ismail took it all in and didn't judge him for it either. In fact, that only made their connection all the more real.

That night, they fucked. They fucked hard and long. Asahi groaned, throwing his head back on the pillow as Ismail rode him. That ass felt so good on his dick. He jutted his hips upward, digging deeper. He pulled Ismail down on top of him, grabbed two handfuls of ebony ass, and fucked him from beneath; hard and fast. They kissed, moaning as Asahi erupted.

Ismail rose up and resumed riding. Asahi gripped Ismail's hard dick, letting him fuck his fist faster and faster until he shot ropes of cum over his chest. Asahi licked the warm slimy spunk from his fingers then pulled Ismail into a passionate kiss.

"Asahi...I...I really like you," Ismail admitted.

"I know."

"No...I mean I, really really like you...but you don't have to return the feeling."

"Ismail, I really really like you too. I...I want you. I'm sorry if I haven't shown it enough. I'm just not used to having a connection deeper than sex."

"So...where do we go from here?"

"Slow. We just take it slow. This relationship thing is new to both of us so, let's not rush into it."

"Sounds good," Ismail smiled then kissed him again.

Asahi's softening dick swelled to full erection one more; filling the space of Ismail's ass. Ismail broke the kiss and resumed a slow sensual riding.

"You sure you can handle another round?" Ismail teased.

"Can you?" Asahi challenged, rolling Ismail onto his back.