East Meets West

On a warm Summer afternoon, an athletic Neemun had invited his close artistic friend Georges to exercise with him on the bicycle path of Toronto’s Center Island in Lake Ontario. At 66, Georges was a French-Canadian book critic at least twice the age of Neemun, a Chinese hairdresser, but this was not a barrier for dynamic get-together. Both dudes liked bicycling, picnicking, visiting the Art Gallery of Ontario, going to concerts or just reading at home while tasting a glass of Niagara wine and Canadian cheddar cheese.  

The bicycling expedition was always an opportunity to admire Toronto’s burgeoning landscape around the majestic CN Tower, completed in 1976 and rising 1,815 feet. It held the record for the world’s tallest free-standing structure during 32 years. Neemun never missed the occasion to remind Georges that the Shanghai Tower in his home city was at least 250 feet taller. “OK, my dear, but CN Tower remains the tallest free-standing structure in the Western Hemisphere.” As usual, the discussion ended with a kiss, the best way for East and West to meet.

This traditional Summer expedition also helped both guys to build an appetite. Neemun knew that Georges would offer to prepare a cold plate in his condo on the waterfront and asked him to put some music… maybe the Village People album. Georges had always imagined Neemun as “Macho Man”. As for the cold plate, it included slices of tomato and cucumber, asparagus tips wrapped in Black Forest ham, stuffed avocados with crab meat, artichoke hearts, accompanied by pumpernickel bread and foie gras, each ingredient having been carefully selected at the St. Lawrence Market. Georges had a hard time to complete the menu because Neemun was always brushing against him in the kitchen, blowing a kiss on his cheeks or pinching his ass.

When they sat down for dinner, the sun had already set and the romantic Neemun had lit candles which accentuated his energizing brown eyes. Georges’ smile was highlighted by his white beard shortly trimmed. He suggested to start with “an asparagus tip for two”, an old trick consisting of each starting at one end of the same tip, meeting in the middle and topping it with a kiss. Again, East and West met succulently.

After the meal, Neemun and Georges always cuddled on the love seat. Even if there was a book to read and review, Georges knew that some cute distraction would prevent him to turn more than three or four pages. They would engage into an exchange of love words in Chinese and French. Neemun would first whisper Gao FuShai (tall, rich and cute) to which Georges would reply Mon pitou (my puppy); then, Da bao (big treasure) would trigger Ma chouette (my little owl). Inevitably, Neemun’s hand would slowly caressed Georges’ thighs, exercising more and more pressure as it reached a bulging crotch.  

It was time to let nature follow its course, let emotions express themselves freely. No better place to do so than on the queen-size bed in a room where Georges had enlarged a picture of two cowboys in tight jeans and leather chaps, on the side wall, and three bodybuilders in a jockstrap on the wall facing the bed. The right atmosphere to enter into a ritual of caressing hands and kissing lips. In this preamble to a heated close encounter, Georges’ favorite move was to grab Neemun’s ass in tight jeans and slap first his buns, then the bottom of his crack highlighted by the sewn denim stich. That always triggered an exciting feeling of pain.

This was followed by a sensuous undressing ballet where Georges would lick Neemun’s red jockstrap, making his virility expand voluptuously. Each step of this modern ballet was always accompanied by moans of pleasure. Once naked, the two partners would embrace and kiss passionately before flipping into a 69 position, Georges sucking avidly the Shanghai Tower and Neemun swallowing the entire CN Tower. East and West were again meeting lustfully. Georges would lose no time to gradually move his lips into Neemun’s ass crack, reaching the jackpot prize, a succulent rosette or rose bud. Rimming was always at the top of Georges’ libido menu.

While taking pleasure in getting his ass hole licked, kissed, sucked and tongue-twisted, Neemun would gradually switch to his preferred choreography, lubing his partner’s ass, fingering it aggressively, covering his cock with whipped cream and slowly entering in Georges’ dark corner, pounding him until he exploded, mixing cream and cum to improvise a unique sundae! “What a dessert, my Da bao!”

After this wild choreography, the two dudes would embrace and kiss romantically. Neemun would then use Georges’ belly as a pillow and slowly fall asleep… or slide into a lascivious dream.