Sebastian

SEBASTIAN MEETS SIMON

A homoerotic Story

by

Jason 

This is the fourth of a series of short stories each of which can be read as a stand-alone piece. However as they tied together by some of the characters, who, in one way and another, figure in several of these tales, I recommend my readers to read them in the order in which they were written which is as follows:-

Sebastian’s Schooldays

Sebastian Embraces His Sexuality

Sebastian – The Male Escort

Sebastian Meets Simon

Simon and Sebastian

Simon and Sebastian Meet Chris

Simon and Sebastian in San Francisco

CHAPTER 1

I had been working in New York for about three years, without taking a break, other than a few brief weekends in the sun with my closest friend, Craig, at a gay resort in Florida.  By way of entertainment I had taken to following a sort of fantasy blog called MuscleCock, whose editors  publish a blog devoted to the competitive antics of a wide selection of very heavily muscled men with huge cocks, which brings me to the beginning of this story. 

I had been following the preparative bouts for a competition called the MuscleCock-Asia, which was to take place in Taipei, Taiwan.  The MuscleCock competitions are open to contestants of any nationality, but given the Far East venue, the vast majority of the entrants for the Taiwan event were from East Asia.  I had been attracted by the incredible physical quality of many of the competitors, who, in my mind, were the equal if not the betters of Caucasians.  And so, after three years with no true vacation, I decided to shut down my escort activity for a couple of weeks and go to Taipei to see firsthand what the competition was really like in the flesh. And so I, a true blue American, who had had never been further than New Jersey, booked myself a flight to Taipei and set off on a vacation for two weeks of muscle and cock watching.

I had been following the build up to the MuscleCock competition for several weeks on the blog site before the competition itself actually started in Taipei and I had more or less decided on the guy I was going to support, much in the way fans support a football team, even though it is not necessarily their home town team. 

My favourite among those in the previews shown in the blog was a guy called Yan Cheung.  He was a really handsome Asiatic, Chinese I assumed from his name, although I was not at all sure.  I guess he was a light-heavyweight, by which I mean he was at the lower limit of the weight scale which the competition uses to place contestants in their competing category.  Suffice it to say that this young stud was picture book perfect for me.  He had a magnificent physique, which avoided that knotted muscle look which so many body builders affect with a view to projecting their masculinity and aggressiveness and this was enhanced by a ten inch soft cock of beautifully balanced girth (so many of the guys seemed to go for length and forget about the balance so that their cocks look like pieces of hosepipe hanging between their legs) and beautifully cut, to boot, so that the heavily lipped head was perfect displayed in all its glory and was truly worthy of the epithet, knob.

Before I got to Taipei I had never seen this guy in the flesh, but he already pushed all my buttons and just looking at still shots of him on the blog made my own cock start twitching and oozing a little precum; so you can see just how I felt about Yan Cheung before I got to Taiwan.

I had taken a good hotel not far from the congress hall where the MuscleCock contest was taking place and could walk there in about five minutes.  I had already seen several heats, for the competition is somewhat complicated as different weight categories perform separately and have to complete a certain number of heats before moving on to the next stage. 

It was not until my fourth day there that I finally saw Yan Cheung in person; but just let me tell you that in the flesh he more than fulfilled my greatest expectations.  He was not the most muscular guy of his category, nor did he have the biggest cock, (which I had learned counted for quite a lot in the scoring of the contestants) but he was, in my eyes at least, aesthetically way above all his co-competitors. At the end of the day, Yan was placed fourth even though he had made ten impeccable cum shots, which are an obligatory part of the stage performance. 

These cum shots are coordinated with certain programmed classical bodybuilder poses and flexes, and the aim is for the experienced competitor to synchronise his cum shot with his flexing programme.  The whole procedure totally amazed me.  I really had no idea how any of the contestants managed to produce so much sperm in such a short time; it simply shot from their cocks like water from a fountain and was often targeted at one of their co-competitors; so by the end of the round, most of the contestants on stage were dripping another guy’s cream from their chests, arms and faces; and all this without ever even touching their cocks; it was what one can but describe as a hands-off occasion.  How these studs did it, I have no idea; but do it they did!

It really was quite an amazing sight; but one which, at the end of the day, I was not at all sure I even liked; but who was I to judge? I was a newcomer and really had no clear idea of precisely what everyone expected.  But to judge from the applause, the ability to shoot cum in quantity and at regular intervals was a key element of the sport, for that is the word the organisers used to describe what was happening; in their view it was a sport! 

That evening, walking back to my hotel, I realised that I myself was beginning to feel quite sex starved.  Remember that as a male escort, I had sex virtually every day with two and sometimes three of my clients and in the evening and at weekends, I had my friends for recreational sex. It was now well over a week since I had had any activity of any kind and I was beginning to feel withdrawal pangs, which were intensified by the fact that I had just had the pleasure of seeing my idol of the contest in the flesh for the first time; the tension inside me was building up to an untenable level and I had to do something to relieve it – but what?

I suppose I could have located the gay bar district of Taipei and trawled the bars there, looking for a suitable casual pick-up for a one night stand; but as you know from my previous comments, sleazy bars and the types that frequent them are just not my scene.  Then I had a bright idea; it occurred to me that I had got started on my present career some three years ago, by taking a temporary job as a trainer in an upmarket New York gym, where I had not only met my now best friend Craig, but had also become a friend and regular sex partner with the owner of the gym, a terrific guy called Jonathan. 

And so, thinking back about how I had found my feet in New York, I thought that perhaps if I went and had a drink in the bar of a really plush hotel, I might just find some guy to whom I could relate and that perhaps we could have sex together. After all, my friends back home were always telling me what a magnet I was to other guys; so I thought if I do really have this magnetic gift, then I had better go out and find some iron filings in the form of a suitably attractive and fuckable young stud on whom I could exercise my drawing power and eventually, my cock.  The long and short of it was that I desperately needed sex, and as soon as possible, as the withdrawal symptoms were beginning to become very serious. You have to remember than in my professional life as a Male Escort, I was used to having sex at least twice a day; but whether it is to earn your living or just for pleasure, sex is like a drug: it is addictive.

Just across from the Congress Hall where the MuscleCock contest was being held, was the finest hotel in Taipei, the Taipei Imperial Palace, so there was my target.  For the MuscleCock contest, as a spectator, I had worn just normal casual clothes, nothing extrovert or too sexy looking, but now as I was seriously on the prowl, I decided that I had better make myself look as attractive to other men as possible. 

I should add here that in my professional life, I usually wear a conservative business suit so that I am dressed in a way which does not offend the sensibilities of anyone I might meet in the building on the way to my assignment, which is often in my client’s office.  But I do nevertheless have some really sexy clothes, which make the most of my figure and particularly of my crotch. I wear these occasionally, flaunting my assests, so to speak, when I want to be outrageous with my friends or at a rare party.

And just such an outfit I had brought with me, for one never knows what one might need and I wanted to be equipped to fit any occasion.  So I stripped off and slipped on my very best cut thong, which I had chosen to make the most of my cock.  I then pulled on a fitted shirt, which hugged  my body and emphasised  my pecs and completed my outfit with a pair of designer jeans which made the best of the parts I really wanted to vaunt; my arse and my cock and balls. I pulled on a clean pair of socks and a pair of light slip-on shoes and I was all set to go.  I picked up my satchel, for I always carried lube and condoms wherever I went; be prepared was my motto; and so I set out for the Imperial Palace Hotel, which was but five minutes away on foot.

As I entered what had to be one of the plushest bars in Taipei, I sensed that many eyes were upon me. My New York friend, Craig had told me so often that I had this magnetic quality and I was finally beginning to see what he meant.  As I learned somewhat later, the bar at the Imperial Palace was reckoned to be the best upmarket, gay pick-up place in the city. I walked up to the bar, slightly self consciously, and ordered a glass of champagne.

As the bartender placed the glass on the counter in front of me, I turned to my right just as the guy standing beside me turned left towards me.  I could not believe my eyes, for whom was I standing next to but Yan Cheung himself in person.  I, of course, recognised him immediately; how could I possibly not, for this guy was my idol and now here I was standing right next to him. He, of course had no idea who I was; after all, how could he know me as we had never met? We were both about the same height and I sensed that for a moment he was sizing me up and I saw that his eyes had immediately dropped to my crotch, which as I have told you earlier I had made the focal point of my outfit that night.

“A man of discernment,” he said, by way of an opening remark, in perfect American English, looking at the glass of champagne on the counter, “And just looking at you, I guess that you are here for the MuscleCock?” 

I nodded:  “Yes.”

He then continued, “I’m Yan Cheung, by the way. I’m actually competing in the heavy weight section off the contest.”

“Sebastian Watson,” I returned. “I actually knew who you were as soon as you turned towards me just now, as I saw you on stage this afternoon.” 

I did not elaborate to tell him that I had been following him on the MuscleCock web-site as he prepared himself for the competition. I was already feeling my cock stirring in my pants, just with the with the sheer excitement of finding myself not only standing next to, but actually talking to the man who was my personal favourite in the competition;  I truly already had the hots on for this guy, though he did not know it!

He continued, “Well in that case you have seen it all. I don’t know how well you thought I did, but I somehow think that I shall be lucky if I even get a placing now that I have seen those heavy bruisers I am up against; they really are something else and I am not sure that I am even vaguely in their league and after years of training, now that I am on stage for the first time in a competition, I am beginning to wonder if I am truly cut out for this so-called sport.” 

“Oh,” I said, “I thought that you made a good effort on stage. In my eyes there is much more to the game that just being the biggest and the greatest cum shooter. Aesthetically, I thought and still think that you were easily the best man out there earlier today. You may not be as heavy as some of the others with their knotted, cast-iron muscles and ill proportioned cocks, but you have a beautiful muscular body and, frankly, as we are talking turkey here, you have an absolutely sensational cock, with perfect balance between length and girth, which makes you very appealing.”

“I only wish you were right,” he said, “But the way these things are scored by the judges, aesthetics do not seem to count for much; it’s all about brute force, bulging muscle and cock size, coupled with an ability to shoot cum until the cows come home.” He ended with a laugh.

It was obvious to me by now that we were just starting what could turn into a very interesting encounter and as the ice was now clearly broken and we were becoming more relaxed with each other, I put to him question which had been on my mind since the moment he first spoke to me.

“You know Yan, you speak absolutely perfect English, where one earth did you learn it?”  

He smiled at me and said, “You have been tricked by my name and face, which told you that I was Chinese, whereas I am in fact a fourth generation Chinese American from Los Angeles; so in fact, I never actually learned to speak English as a foreign language for it is my mother tongue; but as we are here in Taipei, you naturally assumed that I was a native Chinese.  In fact, this is the first time I have been out of the United States and in spite of my Chinese ethnicity, I neither speak, read nor write any form of Chinese; I am just as American as you yourself clearly are and Taipei is just as foreign to me as it must also be to you.”

He clearly intended to go on and so I sat on a bar stool, sipped my champagne and listened to him. It is amazing how much of their private lives two strangers will divulge to each other on first meeting, presumably because they are like two ships passing in the night, blinking their lights at each other but never destined to meet.

And so he continued. “In fact, my great grandfather came over to America from somewhere in China, ask me not exactly from where, towards the end of the nineteenth century. He was one of thousands of Chinese who were recruited to work for a pittance on the rail road which was being built at that time to join the Eastern States to the West Coast.  In fact according to family history, he worked on some of the worst part of the project, as the railroad crossed the mountains separating California from the centre of the country.”

“When this job ended, he found himself in California and eventually gravitated to what was then a small town, called Los Angeles and what has today become the second city of the United States. He married a girl from China and neither of them apparently ever learned to speak English.  They earned a living by doing that very Chinese thing, which was to open a laundry, for there they could easily get by without speaking English.  Together they had but one child, my grandfather who was born an American citizen in Los Angeles, which is where the family has been ever since.”

Yan continued with his family history. “The next generation, my grandfather, started in life by selling real estate.  It was at the turn of the last century, about 1900, I guess, and Los Angeles was buzzing; it was in process of rapidly growing from a miserable cow and oil town into the vast metropolis we have today and real estate was a good business to be in. My grandfather, who spoke Chinese at home with his parents, spoke English in the street as he had attended an American school; He then took a fatal, but at the same time life-changing decision; he met, fell in love with and married an English girl whose parents had emigrated the America from England some twenty years earlier.”

“The decision was fatal in terms of family, for the Chinese see all other ethnic groups as foreign devils and at that time, to marry one was just one step too far. So the upshot was that my Chinese speaking great grandfather disowned his son on his marriage and never ever saw his new daughter in law.”

“My grandfather, who was trying to earn a living in the real estate business, as a commission agent selling land and real estate, took a major decision to move out of the Chinese community and resettle with his new wife in what I suppose must have then been a working class Anglo neighbourhood and by that simple act, severed completely all his connections with the Chinese.”

“But, like all Chinese he was a hard worker and gradually succeeded in building up a realtor business, which, by the time my father was born had three offices in the Los Angeles area.  As his English wife spoke no Chinese, English became, perforce, the language of the household and when my father, their only child was born, he was raised speaking only English.”

“By the time my father was twenty years old, the real estate business had blossomed and Cheung Realty had no less than twenty offices in greater Los Angeles.  My Anglo-Chinese father took over the business from his father, my grandfather, when he was about thirty and for the next thirty years worked hard at developing the business until Cheung Realty was one of the biggest real estate brokers in the Los Angeles and surrounding area with nearly fifty locations and an annual turnover of nearly 500 million dollars.”

“My father himself had married an assimilated Chinese girl, who like himself spoke no Chinese at all and I am their only child.  So, when my father died five years ago, I become the sole owner of this multimillion dollar company, in which, for my sins, I have no interest whatsoever.  My father, in his later years, appointed an outsider as Chief Executive, an Anglo I might add, to run and develop the business, which he did, and for that matter, still does, very effectively. In fact, in spite of my Chinese name, pretty well all my friends are of European extraction and my own understanding of Chinese culture is pretty thin. So, in me, you see a typical example of a man of clearly Asiatic ethnic background who is, in fact, a totally integrated American.  I might still look Chinese, but I am just as much an all-American boy as you yourself clearly are; come to dinner at my house and you will definitely not get chop suey!”

“When I became President and outright owner of the company on my father’s death, I decided to leave the then Chief Executive, a post he had held for the past several years, in charge. It is a decision which I have not regretted as the business, under his direction, has continued to grow. My CEO has the very ordinary, un-Chinese, English name of John Smith!  In many ways I feel guilty about my unearned wealth, which I have personally done absolutely nothing to deserve.  My parents knew from an early age that I was homosexual and neither approving nor disapproving, they accepted it and let me get on with my life as best I saw it, for which I was and still am infinitely grateful; homosexuality, you may or may not know, sits ill with the Chinese in general.”

“The saddest thing of all is that I have no interest whatsoever in the business which I own and which, were I to take over and attempt to run I am sure would rapidly turn into a disaster.  So, for the time being, I just sit around, take the money and try to enjoy myself as well as I can.  I pay John really well so that he has every incentive to make the business grow, which he has on a year to year basis succeeded in doing ever since he took over.” 

“You know Sebastian, here I am aged thirty, a multimillionaire, and I really have no purpose in life. I ask myself what I am doing and why I am doing it.  I took up this naked body building business about three years ago, and you can see the results of my toil and let me tell you it is jolly hard work, but after my first experiences of public competition here in Taipei, I doubt very much that I want to go on with it.” 

“At the end of the day, what do I have to show for it, other than a muscular body and a big cock, and what the hell do I do with them on a daily basis? Well, my friend, the short answer, crudely put is fuck all; so for the moment I am in the holding mode of going on with going on, so to speak.  It’s all a bit aimless and I hope that one day I will find my true vocation, whatever that might be. I am toying with the idea of selling the Cheung Realty business, for with my own sexual orientation there will be no son to whom I can pass it on. I am, in fact the end of the line; I have no brothers or sisters, nor cousins nor aunts and uncles.  My only living relative is my aged mother and when she departs this life I am the last of the Cheungs, so what the hell am I keeping the business for?”

My God, what an outpouring after just a few minutes acquaintance.  I could see that this guy was in a tormented mental state, really at sea with himself and desperately in need of some sort of life jacket, but what?

Yan then went on and asked, “So what about you Sebastian how are you fairing, better than me I hope? I have the impression from seeing you here in this bar that you are very much a lone ranger in this life, or am I wrong?” 

I laughed and said, “You know you are really quite a perceptive guy, Yan. I am sure that you have read between the lines and realised that I came here tonight hoping that I would find a one-night stand, for I have been alone now for a week what with the travel and the MuscleCock.  I know no one here in Taipei and I can tell you that I am feeling sexually totally deprived. I am sure that I do not have to tell you that I am, like you, totally gay and that I need sex on a regular basis.”

“I have to say that until I came into this bar tonight, I had no idea that this was the top gay pick-up bar in the city.  I just knew it was the best hotel and on the whole I have found that top places are the best for me as I really am not a frequenter of the low-life, gay-bar fraternity.  You know, Yan, you really have laid out heart on your sleeve in telling me about our background, so let me fill you in on my life to date so that you have some idea of the person to whom you have just poured out your heart.”  

“Curiously, I am like you the last of my line, with my only relative being an aged aunt, my father’s elder sister, who lives, if she is still in this world, for I have no contact at all with her, in Boston.  My parents both died when I was two years old and my aunt brought me up until I was eleven when she shipped me off to a boarding school in upper New York State, where I literally spent my entire life until I was 18 years old and left school.” 

“By the time I was sixteen or seventeen, I had realised I was gay and as you can divine from looking at my crotch, as you have been doing ever since we met, I already had a good sized dick which I started to exercise on a regular basis simply by jerking off in private and then, by mutual agreement, fucking one of my class mates.  Anyway, on leaving school, my aunt handed over to me what was left of my inheritance from my late parents, which, I might add, until that moment I had no idea existed. I then left Boston for ever and went to New York without having a clue what I was going to do there, other than find some sex partner, for I just knew that I could not live without regular sex.”

“Well  as things turned out, I fell on my feet, and to cut a long story short, I found myself with three very good friends with all of whom I was able to satisfy my sexual needs – and they theirs with me – I hasten to add, for it has always been important to me that sex be a two way affair. OK, one can have a one night stand to relieve oneself, but with one’s regular friends, has got to be a give and take arrangement if both parties are to be satisfied long term.” 

“By chance, shortly after my arrival in New York, I was able to start and build up a male escort business, which is to say that I sell sex to business men who want to have their arses fucked; it’s known in the trade as anal stimulation; and so I now have a very successful top level escort business, with a regular clientele, which brings me a handsome income.  I’m not in your league financially, but I think of myself as being very comfortable as far as money is concerned. Until now, I had never been further than New Jersey, but as I had become interested in the MuscleCock contest, I decided to treat myself to a long overdue vacation and come over here to the contest in Taipei, which is how I come to be here in this bar tonight.”

“I’m in a way, a bit like you, in that I have not, until now, found my life’s partner, though I continue to live in hope.  But I am not, unlike you, dissatisfied with my lot in life, which I do not find aimless, although  I have never found a truly permanent partner: that person with whom I felt that I could be spiritually attached.  I guess I am in the same position as the average straight guy, who is looking for his life’s female mate.”

 “You know, Yan, we have covered an awful lot of ground, just standing here at the bar, and we really do not know one another.  At least you do not know me, but I feel I know you quite well, in the sense that I have been following your preparation for the MuscleCock on the web site for the past three months, so in a certain way I feel I have known you for quite some time.” 

“I don’t want to flatter you, but I can tell you honestly that I think you are just the most perfectly put together guy I have ever seen.  I do not know what the Greek God, Adonis, really looked like, but for me, you are his personification; I simply drool at the mouth and get twitching in my nether regions when I look at photo of you, let alone a face to face encounter like now in the flesh. So there you have it, call it what you will; you really are the bee’s knees, the flavour of the month, the presser of my buttons.  I do not care whether you win or not at the competition, for you are already the winner in my eyes; you are simply in a class of your own.”

“Well,” said Yan, “That really was a eulogy, which I wonder if I truly deserve, but here is something that you don’t know.  You are right in that this bar is the top gay pick-up place in the city and you came here to try to pick up a guy for an evening of sex. Well, I have to confess that I am here for exactly the same reason. I am in fact staying in the hotel myself, but after today’s performance and what happened off stage afterwards, I really need someone to give my own arse a good pounding, for I am under tremendous tension which I have to release and for me the best method of release is to get someone to give my arse a good hard fuck.”

“I simply could not stay back stage where a large number of NBAs , which, by the way stands for Naked Bodybuilding Assistants, are standing around naked waiting to have their holes reamed by any or all of the contestants as they come off stage.” 

“It might seem surprising to a newcomer like you to the scene, but in spite of the fact that we have all been posing and shooting cum on stage, when we are finished we are all in such a state of tension that most guys need to fuck butt just to release the tension they have built up. In my case I find that I get the greatest relaxation from being fucked rather than fucking butt myself. In fact, a day at the competition involves intensive preparatory butt fucking with several NBAs before we go on stage to perform and the same afterwards. What you guys in the audience see when we are on stage, is but a small part of the entire process;  believe me we all do a lot of cock work with our NBAs and trainers before we step onto the platform, by which time we are all in a state of high tension. I can tell you, without exaggeration, that performing on stage, with all that comes before and follows afterwards, is fucking hard work! I can tell you when we leave the stage we are well and truly fucked, literally and metaphorically, which is why I am now in a state of tension.” 

“But what I really cannot stand about this whole business, which I am experiencing now for the first time, is the way many of these guys, my co-competitors, pound into the arses of the NBAs back stage as if there is no tomorrow.  They treat these young guys like dirt, under the motto that they, the competitors, are the kings of the universe: the all time alpha males, as they refer to themselves, and as such they can do anything they want to anyone. And so, I left today and came back here as soon as I had finished on stage. So what you see before you is a guy, highly tense, looking desperately for another guy to fuck his butt.” 

“I am not much of a believer, but I would say that our chance meeting here tonight is fate; you are here looking for someone to fuck and I am here looking for someone to fuck me. It seems to me that we are an impromptu team made in heaven, so how about it?” 

I could not believe my ears; here was my idol, whom I never even thought I would meet in the flesh, asking me to fuck him. You can imagine what my response was and we both got up and left the bar and took the elevator to Yan’s room.

CHAPTER 2

Well Yan’s room turned out to be a huge two bedroom two bathroom suite, with a roof terrace overlooking the city.

 “Let’s make ourselves comfortable.” He said and with no more ado started stripping off his clothes.

I followed suit and there we stood facing each other, stark naked. 

I had long admired Yan, first in photos in the MuscleCock blog and then afar on stage at the competition, but nothing prepared me for the extraordinary beauty of this young guy in such close proximity.  His figure was perfect; he had perfect muscle tone and a silky flawless skin. And as for his cock, well this was truly to die for; it was at least ten inches of perfectly-cut soft flesh, but with a certain rubbery solidity about it so that it curved gently downwards from his body and ended in the most perfect head imaginable. I was totally entranced.  If there had been an award for the cock of the year, then Yan’s tool must surely have been it; I just could not take my eyes of it!

Now I do not habitually indulge in cock sucking, but I just could not stop myself; I simply had to take his knob into my mouth and so I dropped onto my knees in front of Yan and took the head of his cock, his knob, into my mouth, where I savoured ever moment of having his flesh inside me. I then moved my mouth upwards across his belly, until I reached his pecs and nipples which I sucked with the greatest of pleasure. It was utter heaven to be able to touch and fondle such a superb physique. 

Yan allowed me to do this for a few moments then said in a somewhat plaintive voice, “Sebastian could you please service my burning need; I desperately want to take your cock inside me. I have so much tension that if you do not help me relieve it soon, I think I shall burst.” 

So I reached for my satchel took out a condom and my anal lube kit and made ready to service him. 

Yan said, “Sebastian, I guess we are both clean, by which I  mean HIV negative, so if you do not mind I would like to dispense with the rubber as I much prefer flesh to flesh contact when having sex. You can forget the lube as well as I lubed myself up before going down to the bar, just in case I scored there.  Could you take me with me lying flat on my back as that is my preferred position and I think that you can give me a better pounding by the frontal approach and that is truly what I want. I want some really rough sex right now, so please don’t spare me. Go straight in and really give it to me as hard as you can.” 

Well, I was presently surprised with all these requests, especially as the frontal approach, the so-called Mission Position, is my own favourite and I am HIV negative as he rightly supposed, so why not go at it without a condom?  So, I simply used the lube pack which accompanies each Fukit condom, my habitual brand, to lube up my own cock.  Yan was already flat on his back on a table with a cushion under his buttocks to facilitate my access and waiting for me with clear eagerness. 

I simply could still not believe what was happening to me, that I was being requested to fuck my idol; but there it was and fuck him I did, and with all my heart and soul I gave him the very best I was capable of.  As Yan wanted a bout of rough sex, I plunged my rock-hard meat straight into his hole, without any of the normal pre-penetration gestures which I normally use to relax my partner’s sphincter. I simply thrust my shaft into him until I had given him its full length and then I began the normal movements associated with all acts of copulation, but I endeavoured, as he had requested, to be as vigorous as I could.

So I pumped back and forth with ever increasing amplitude and force, somewhat reminiscent of a piston on a steam engine until we both climaxed simultaneously shooting huge amounts of cum, I into him and he all over my chest and face.  It was an absolutely heavenly moment for both of us; and it seemed to go on forever as we both pumped and pumped out our cream in a seemingly endless stream; it was a moment I shall treasure forever. It was easily the best fuck I had ever had and I guess that I felt that way as I was fucking my dream partner.

“That was incredible,” said Yan, “I can see why your clients like you. That was the best fuck I can ever remember and believe me, I have had some memorable experiences in the past, but this time was just the tops.”

We were now lying side by side by side on the table, regaining our breath for the sheer physical effort had take its toll on both of us, when Yan suddenly said, “ Sebastian, let me give you a return match, for I am just dying to fuck you after what you have just done for me.”

Now this had not been on the books when we started our sex act, and I felt felt my spine tingling with apprehension at the thought of taking Yan’s huge cock up my own hole; it was much the same feeling as I had had when my friend Craig had relieved me of my anal virginity during my early days in New York. But by the time I had collected my thoughts, Yan was already on top of me, forcing my legs apart and tapping at my sphincter with his magnificently erect tool.  I tensed, with a moment of fear, as he thrust himself into me, but the feeling soon vanished as Yan forced his meat deeper and deeper into me. 

I wondered if I was capable of taking twelve inches of cock up my arse but there was no problem at all as Yan bottomed out with his pelvis against my arse and started pumping.  It was a totally new experience for me, as I had never been in the arms of such a superbly developed man before, which was a heavenly feeling; and I had never ever experienced the likes of a twelve inch fuck-stick pounding my arse. And pound it he did, until I thought that I could stand it no longer, the tension had become so great, at which moment we again both exploded simultaneously with two gigantic orgasms, accompanied again by enormous fountains of cum.  It was absolute heaven for me; I had never experienced anything like it. My own orgasm was unbelievably intense, and I think that fact that he had a huge fuck-stick which enabled him to massage my prostate was the reason for that.  Whatever the reason the whole experience was totally something else; I had absolutely adored it!

When it was all over, Yan and I took a shower together and he let me give his cock another good sucking.  Still naked, he rang for room service and ordered a dinner of steak and champagne for us. When the room waiter arrived, Yan opened the for him, with no embarrassment at all at his nakedness in front of a stranger, and the waiter, to give him his due did not bat an eyelid at seeing two muscular studs standing there naked, waiting for the dinner to be served.

It had been an evening I would never forget and when I left Yan’s suite to go back to my hotel, I felt a new man; I had just had a fabulous experience unlike anything I had previously experienced.  “That sure was one hell of a one-off fuck,” I thought to myself as I climbed into my bed.  I doubted that I would ever see the like again. But fate plays strange tricks as I was to find out the following day.

CHAPTER 3

Well, what did the morrow bring after my chance meeting with Yan in the bar?  Today was my last day in Taipei, as even though the contest was still continuing for several more days, my flight back to New York was the next day.

I went very early to the auditorium where the preliminaries were taking place and got myself a seat right on the front row. Yan and his co-competitors others were still in the intermediate heats and I had a marvellous time seeing them pose and shoot cum from a front seat. Yan saw I was there and made a slight movement of recognition but no more; but in the interval, an NBA brought me a note from Yan asking me to meet him that evening in his hotel. I really wondered what he wanted as I had made no other plans to see him again after our chance encounter last night. Anyway, along I went and Yan was delighted to see me.

He had realised that I was an experience butt fucker the moment I produced my lube kit to prepare his anus and I had then told him that I ran a personal escort service in New York serving the sexual needs of a number of high level business men who required that the strictest confidentiality be maintained about their liaisons with me.

My success aged only 25 had been phenomenal as I had a regular group of wealthy clients who paid top dollar: $500.-  per session  to have their butts fucked by a muscular young stud with a ten inch rock-hard cock. They also appreciated the pre-penetration care I took to ensure that they were well lubed and would have a really pleasant experience. I was in the happy state of having so many clients that I simply could accept no more and had a waiting list of guys who wanted to use my services. My cock generated a monthly income of around $25,000.- so that I afford a decent apartment on the upper east side and live very comfortably. 

Yan said he was always tired after a day in the competition and wanted only to come back to the hotel and have a welcoming cock waiting for him there so that he could really enjoy a calm moment of release by having his butt fucked in private by an experienced guy with whom he could empathise. He proposed to me that I move in with him to his hotel suite for the rest of the competition and that I serve his sexual release needs as I had done the previous night. He said that if I wanted it, he would also fuck me, but he was basically tired because of the demands on his own cock throughout the competition. What he truly wanted was someone who would give his butt a really good fuck when he came back it the evening so that he became completely relaxed and ready for the next day’s activities.

He told me that he doubted if any of the fans realise what hard work it was competing in such an event. Contestants were simply worn out at the end of the day due to the incessant demands made on their cocks. He appreciated that I was in fact a business man who earned his living from his cock and would pay me the going rate; He was so keen for me to accept that he said he would rearrange my flight back to New York and pay for me to be upgraded to first class. This was an offer I could not refuse and so I agreed to stay on for another week.  Yan Cheung, became the only client I let know my full name, Sebastian Watson, for to all others I was simply Sebastian.

And so, I moved into Yan’s suite at the Imperial Hotel and once installed for the evening, and room service had brought the dinner, we both stripped naked and remained so until the following morning. The main bedroom had a king-size bed which Yan insisted I share with him. This was a first for me, for never in my life had I actually shared a bed with another man.  Even with my close friends in New York, once we had finished our sexual activities on any occasion, I usually went home and slept alone. It had also been the same when I first arrived in New York, and moved in with Craig as his flat-mate; we fucked a lot but I never shared a bed with him.

However satisfied Yan was with my ministrations to his hole when we went to bed, and however much he said he wanted nothing more than for me to give his hole a good relaxing fuck, I soon discovered that he could not refrain from fucking me during the night and during the first night together, I was woken up by Yan attempting to impale my anus.

This was really quite an experience and I swiftly learned that Yan became horny at the drop of a hat and could not stop himself from grabbing the first available hole to fuck; he was a true alpha, but a considerate one, which from what Yan had told me about their antics in the pump and release rooms, is more than could be said of many contestants,

So, realising what was likely to happen, I took to lubing myself up before going to bed, so that Yan would be able to enter me easily and that we both would enjoy a pleasant fuck. I have to say that taking a piece of meat as long and thick as Yan’s is really something else and the few nights I spent with him were filled with the best fucking I have every had; he really knew what he was doing; my arse really ached at the end of the week, but it was an enjoyable experience and I am glad I had it. And all this due to a chance meeting in a hotel bar.  Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what had come as a result of that meeting. I had come to Taipei to watch a competition, but by the greatest of good luck, I had the best week of recreational fucking in my life. But I am getting ahead of myself, as things were not yet over as you will now learn.

CHAPTER 4

The day before I was due to fly back to New York, Yan decided to organise a party for the NBAs, for he had realised that they received very little recognition for their part in the contest and might themselves like to have a chance to fuck butt rather than to be perpetually raped, for that is what their job really amounted to; letting the horny contestants rape their anuses both before and after their appearance on stage.

And so he invited ten NBA’s and ten contestants (I guess he had to press gang some of them into it) to a monumental fuck-fest in his suite. The big difference here was that the NBAs were to fuck the contestants and not vice-versa! It was an acknowledgment by one of the leading contenders of the competition, Yan Cheung himself, that the NBAs really did exist and were not merely a row of arseholes waiting to be fucked. On the occasions that he used the facility, Yan himself drew no punches in the release room, for like all other contestants he had to release his own tensions as he came off stage, but he had realised that the hole he was fucking was attached to a live body, which also had feelings. Like my friend Craig, Yan was a highly considerate guy.

He put on a champagne buffet with all the trimmings which everyone thoroughly enjoyed. We were all completely naked as befits such an occasion and after the buffet had been cleared, the contestants were obliged to bend themselves across the table and offer their anuses to the attention of the NBAs. There was bit of grumbling by some of the contestants, but eventually a line of ten sets of buttocks with legs well spread was offered to the NBA’s – a sight never seen, or even envisaged, until now. It was truly the ultimate multi-fuck event! There was no allocation of partners, so each NBA simply shafted the first arse he fancied and proceeded to ram it as hard as he could with his fuck-stick.

The tension was electric and the vigour displayed by the NBAs enormous, as they thrust their cocks as hard as they could into their partners’ holes. Once they had achieved a climax, they then flipped their partner over, flat on his back on the table, pulled his legs over their shoulders and proceeded to give him a second pounding, this time in full frontal, missionary position.

Yan had announced that there would be a prize of a case of champagne for the NBA who managed to hold out longest before shooting his final wad and this was won by a young and muscular guy, who withdrew a rock hard, ten inch, ramrod straight cock from his partner’s arse to claim the prize. Yan then had me shaft him as our joint contribution to this massive fuck scene.

I was transfixed as I looked at the winner; this young stud was everything I had ever dreamed of. He had a muscular physique and a magnificent cock, the type one dreams about but rarely sees. I moved across to him and we slipped easily into conversation. I could see that he was as interested in me as I was in him and after only a few words there seemed to be no point in beating about the bush, I asked him if he would like to get to know me better, a suggestion he jumped at.

Yan meanwhile had noticed our mutual attraction and realising what was in the air, motioned me towards the second bedroom where we went with alacrity. It was lust at first sight and neither of us could keep our hands of the other. We got down to a session of sucking and fucking which went on for the best part of two hours.

It was a meeting of two equals;  he fucked me and then I fucked him and so it went on. Where we got the strength from after all that had gone before, I do not know, but we did and we finally finished exhausted on the bed, which was covered in our cream, for we had both climaxed I do not know how many times. It was one of the best fucks of my life, comparable to my first time with the great Yan Cheung; and we did not even know one another!

In our post coital bliss, he told me is name was Simon, that he was from San Francisco that he had been bumming it around the world for six months and had landed up in Taipei stone-broke. He had seen and answered an advert for NBAs for the MuscleCock, an event he had never before heard of, but was relieved to be able to earn some cash to fund his flight back to San Francisco.  Simon told me that he was totally gay and that back home he had a few buddies with whom he regularly had sex.  Sex, he said, was part of his daily life and he could not live without it. He told me of some of the interesting experiences he had had has he bummed from one country to another until he landed up in Taipei and had to find a job to fund his ticket back to the USA. So, for a guy like him, the MuscleCock job had been a lifesaver.

I don’t think I ever told him my name. I asked Simon how he coped with having his anus pounded several times daily by so much hard meat, but he said that he had readily adapted to it and managed to control his sphincter so that it was not simply ripped open by the pounding cock of the contestant he was releasing.

He said that he had realised from an early age that he was gay and had gone out of his way to develop his body by regular sessions at the gym. Fortunately nature had blessed him with a magnificent cock which he was not afraid to use, but this was the first time he had hired out his anus for cash.  I told him that he should try male escorting as it was a good paying business as with his equipment and good looks he would have no difficulty in pulling together a regular clientele for his services.

And so we parted company; this had been the fuck of my life, a young guy called Simon from San Francisco;  and we parted company after that one incredible night without even and exchange of names or addresses or phone numbers.  I must have been out of my mind!

The next day I had to fly back to New York. I don’t even remember if Simon had asked me where I was from, which is strange, as Americans virtually always ask a new comer where he is from. I mentally kicked myself for my utter stupidity.  I had realised that Simon was special and I had let him go off without a clue as to his full name or his whereabouts in the US.  All I knew is that he was Simon from San Francisco: nothing more!

When I got back to New York, with the MuscleCock still running for a few further days, I had to follow the results via the blog. Alas, as Yan Cheung had predicted he did not achieve a place in the top ten of his class, but he still remained my hero nevertheless.

Thanks to the unexpected but glorious interlude with Yan, I arrived home more than a week later than I had intended to find more than 30 phone messages from my clients asking when I would be back in service. I had enjoyed my holiday break and had had some very unique totally unexpected experiences, I was glad to be back to normal and thankful that I had been endowed with such a great fuck- pole myself that I could earn a good living using it.

I really enjoy my work and as is well known, fucking is a toy which never fails to please, so I enjoy it pretty well every day. How many guys can say that they get paid for doing the thing in life that they most enjoy? My only regret was that I would never see Simon again. Why had we not exchanged names, addresses or phone numbers, when when it was clear from the first moment that a mutual attraction existed between us?  I cursed myself yet again for my stupidity, for how would I ever find again a guy in San Francisco, when the only thing I knew about him was his first name?  But fate moves in a mysterious way and a totally unexpected and unbelievable sequel to this story evolved.

THE END

Now read the next story in this series entitled:

 Simon and Sebastian