Pearls Of Pleasure

I had always been a total bottom and there was nothing that turned me on more than an ultra-masculine man. Sadly, by the age of twenty-four, I had never found a guy that really ticked all my boxes. Although some men had come close, at best, a score of eighty percent was the maximum I had ever managed to achieve in my pursuit of this Holy Grail, and I eventually began to believe that I was seeking the impossible. At a friend’s birthday party one evening, however, I met a guy that would totally mesmerize me.

To be quite honest, upon first seeing Batzorig, I wasn’t blown away. But life as we all know, can sometimes be full of surprizes and first impressions can be often be misleading. Bat, the shortened version of his name, was rather unusual. His father was Mexican and mother was of Mongolian origin. Strange as this combination was, the one thing that those cultures have in common is a that he was a rather stocky individual. Although Bat was only five-foot-nine-inches-tall, his physique gave the distinct impression that if you were out with him and found yourself in a threatening situation, having him in your corner would be a very distinct advantage. He looked like a menacing warrior that you would imagine traversing the Asian plains, in the service of Genghis Khan.

His hands and feet were broad and his legs and arms were powerfully bulbous. Bat’s head was bald and the puffy cheek bones that underlined his oriental eyes, gave him an exotic demeanour. His black facial hair extended from the top of his protruding ears in thin sideburns, broadening into a fairly impressive beard and moustache. His complexion bore the scars of adolescent acne, but strangely this enhanced his masculinity. Bat was definitely not a pretty-boy.

As I engaged with Bat during the evening, I got the distinct impression that he was rather interested in me. As bad luck would have it, however, I was only able to stay until nine o’clock. The reason for this was that I had to collect my sister from the airport. She was about to visit me while on a two-day business trip.

That evening after I had gone to bed, I couldn’t get Bat out of my head and really hoped that in the near future, I would again encounter him.

A week later as luck would have it, while sitting at my favourite gay bar, Bat entered and immediately spotted me. After sitting on the stool next to me we immediately took up our conversation from where we had left off at the party, the week before.

Bat also began to tell me about his fascination with all things Japanese. He then went on to mention a prolonged holiday he had in Japan the year before, when a top student of Horiyoshi III (Japan’s master tattoo artist), had tattooed his body. Because Bat had worn a long-sleeved shirt at the party, and had no tattoos on his hands, neck, or head, I was oblivious to this.

“If you would like to come back to my place later for coffee, I’ll show them to you,” Bat then enthusiastically suggested.

“I would love that,” I quickly countered.

Later that evening as I was seated in his lounge, Bat removed all his clothing except his boxer shorts and gave me a full show. I was totally blown away by the vivid colours and detail by the artist that had decorated his body.

What also impressed me was the solidity of his body, which seemed to ooze power. He did not have the musculature of a body builder, but there was no mistaking the strength of his frame.

His torso, arms, and back, were completely adorned by the tattoos of flowers, gargoyles, dragons, and other Japanese symbols. Interestingly, his legs were almost devoid of tattoos, except for two incredible Koi fish on the back of his bulbous calves. The one curved fish was swimming upward and the other downward.

“Are you a Pisces?” I instantly asked.

“Yeah,” he answered with a chuckle.

“Well, I’m a Cancerian… so we should be quite compatible,” I replied.

“Cool,” he countered.

“So, what other Japanese customs took your fancy while you were there?” I innocently asked.

Somewhat shyly, he then answered, “I also got into pearling.”

From the confused look on my face it was clear to him that I had no idea of what he was talking about.

“Maybe I should just show you,” he finally suggested.

As he pushed his boxers down, my eyes focussed on his thick uncircumcised dick, which tapered substantially toward the front. It was not the largest cock I had ever seen, but definitely the most menacing. What completely blew me away, nevertheless, were the random bumps that were clearly visible on the surface of his cock.

Unable to restrain myself, I asked, “What the hell are those bumps for?”

“They are bead implants that give added stimulation during sex,” he informed me.

“But wasn’t that procedure painful?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, not really, Nate,” he answered, before adding, “The only inconvenience was waiting for the stitches to heal.”

“How long did that take?” I asked.

“About one month. Naturally, I couldn’t masturbate or have sex during this period, but I coped,” he assured me with a chuckle.

As he stood before me naked, Bat now invited me to touch his dick. It felt rather weird as my fingers bumped their way along his shaft.

“Isn’t this painful for the receiver when you are having sex?” I incredulously asked.

“Well, apparently there is a little discomfort initially, but with proper lubrication the pleasure soon negates that,” he assured me.

“Really?” I questioned, totally stunned.

“Yeah, and as they say; the proof of the pudding lies in the tasting, if you are willing to give it a go,” he answered, with a taunting smile.

“Gee, I’m not so sure,” I apprehensively answered.

“Nate, if it proves too much for you, then I’ll stop immediately. All I asked is that you keep an open mind and who knows, maybe you will love it?” Bat salaciously concluded.

Upon his beckoning, I gingerly nodded before following Bat into his bedroom.

After unbuttoning my shirt, Bat pushed it off my body before unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers, which summarily fell to the floor. After sitting at the edge of the bed I now removed my shoes and socks, before tossing my clothing to the side.

“Now lie back on the bed, Nate, and let me tantalise you,” Bat advised.

After Bat retrieved a tube of lube, I lay on my back in the middle of the bed. Bat then smiled encouragingly as he moved his body between my legs.

After liberally applying the lube to his dick and my genitals, Bat lowered himself onto me and nestled his dick onto my cock and balls.

Very slowly, Bat now commenced grinding his knob into my crotch. It was a very strange sensation but instantly pleasant. Constantly checking my on facial expressions thereafter, Bat now began to escalate the momentum of his hips to my ongoing approval. The stimulation was so mindboggling that I soon could feel myself nearing my first climax as his hips swayed animatedly. As bat got into his full stride, I literally began begging him to grind the hell out of me. My orgasm was so overpowering that my entire body began to shudder as I shot my load.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked rhetorically.

My smile said it all.

After relaxing on top of me while kissing me passionately, Bat then spoke again.

“I would really like to fuck you now,” then after a pause he added, “For your first time, I would suggest that you turn onto your stomach, Nate.”

Compliantly, I turned over with some trepidation.

Again working very slowly, Bat now commenced entering my backside. Once more the sensation was very unusual but not uncomfortable. The feeling of the beads popping into my portal was extraordinary. Once fully in, Bat started stirring his dick inside me tentatively, again awaiting my comfortable compliance. I was amazed by how good it felt and soon began encouraging him to up the ante once more. The stimulation that soon followed was fan-fuckin’-tastic.

“Are you okay?” he next asked.

Like a bitch in heat, I replied, “Yeah, fuck me… fuckin’ go for it.”

The strain on my sphincter had now become secondary as I elatedly received my anal pummelling. The friction that his dick generated was indescribable. Best of all, when Bat began to breathe excitedly, I had once more been taken to the point of no return and joined in the ecstasy.

I stayed the night and when I left the following morning my arse was very happy, but incredibly sore.

Fortunately, thereafter Bat became a regular visitor to my home.

The only drawback with Bat was; that performing oral sex on him was rather difficult. My grateful backside and mangled genitals, however, didn’t mind that at all. Above all, the dominance and stamina of this exotic alpha male, finally ticked all my boxes