[While I was noodling around @hotnhumid‘s Tumblr for the little gay erotic writer’s festival that I had on my blog last Saturday evening, I found that he had reblogged all four parts of _Singaporeans at Songkran_. I took the opportunity to steal it back, so to speak, restore it to one piece, and edit it a little. It’s old, but I hope you like it. Strap yourself in, it’s a long one.]
During Songkran, Bangkok is full of Singaporeans. Gay male Singaporeans, anyway, who make an annual pilgrimage up there for a wild weekend of fun. That’s where I met Frankie, a few years ago. I bumped into him first on the street, where he and his friends engaged my group in a laughing super soaker battle. Later that day, we wound up in the same club (well, really, the only club).
He was a little younger than me, and had short-cropped hair and a deep tan that suggested he was still doing National Service. I got a good look at his tan because he had pulled off his Red Bull tank top (which showed off his muscular arms) and tucked it into the back of his skinny jeans. Those jeans, by the way, showed off his bubble butt, which jiggled nicely when he danced.
I saw him a little distance away from me on the dance floor, with his friends. I had my shirt off, too, although mine was slipped through one of my belt loops. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He had a boyish smile, and broke away from the circle to dance closer to me. I moved towards him, too, and we danced through a couple of songs. He flirted with his eyes, then danced closer to me, our bodies occasionally touching. He was shorter than me, and at a convenient break in the music he tucked himself under my arm, and yelled into my ear “I’m thirsty, let’s go get a drink!”
I let him pull me out of the crowd, and instead of heading for the bar, he brought me out of the club (past the long snaking queue). He introduced himself as we pulled our tops back on and grabbed my hand again, saying that he knew a good place. Around the corner we stopped in at a quiet cafe, and we sat at the window on the second floor, talking and people-watching.
It was obvious when he spoke that he was Singaporean too. While I was fresh out of university, Frankie was still finishing up, and like me, he’d come to Bangkok to party with a gang of his gay mates. Guess I was wrong about him being still in NS. His tan came from his fondness for water sports (he played for one of his university teams) and the short hair (which really suited him) was a style choice.
We talked for a while, and then he asked if I wanted to go back to the club. When I hesitated, he suggested that we go back to his hotel - exactly what I had in mind. Turned out that he and I were in neighbouring hotels, and when he turned to me, disappointed, saying that his roommate had commandeered the room for the next hour or so, it was an easy choice to bring him back to my own, single room.
I barely had time to close the door behind me before Frankie was on me, his hands wrapped tightly around me, our lips locked together. It was like a scene out of a movie, as we let our hands roam over each others’ bodies. He slipped his hands under my t-shirt and pulled it up high enough to expose my chest, and then he nuzzled at a nipple, licking it gently at first and then sucking it.
“Hold on, hold on,” I said, “I’m still all sweaty”.
“We better shower then,” he said, and so we stumbled, still tangled together, into the bathroom.
We separated a little clumsily, and we took off our clothes. I’m OCD enough that I shut the door before I took Frankie’s tank top, jeans and white briefs and hung them up with my own clothes. They were damp with sweat from the dancing and the warm Bangkok night. I turned back, and he was grinning at me, naked and hard, looking half-naughty, half-friendly. He seemed to have no tan lines, and his beautiful boy-cock was erect, standing a little above a 45 degree angle, pointing up.
He’d shaved his pubes, so he was hairless, and his balls clung tightly to his body. His nipples were only a little darker than his body, and they looked like they were also tight and hard. He had a swimmer’s body, I guess you would say - lean and elongated (even though he wasn’t tall), with a hard flat chest and visible abs. He was so smooth that he looked much younger - an illusion aided by his NSman crew cut.
I’m not ashamed to say that I got more turned on when I saw him nude. I stiffened a bit, and my own erection bobbed up and down a bit.
Frankie grabbed his cock in his fist and stuck out his tongue, cheekily.
“Turn around,” I said, a little throatily.
He turned around, and bent over a little to stick out his beautiful boy ass in my direction. His rosebud was pink and hairless, which I saw when he put his hands on his cheeks and spread them for me.
My luck to get stuck with a slutty Singapore boy, who was clearly in the mood for some fun. I was, too, so I stepped into the tub and turned the shower on, adjusting it so it was warm but not hot. He climbed in behind me, and drew the shower curtain shut.
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur as we soaped each other and rinsed each other off. That’s a simple explanation - what we actually did was explore each other’s body, with our hands, rubbing against each other, all wet and soapy. We grabbed each other’s boners, groped each other’s balls, and touched and pinched our tight nipples.
I was very aware of my erection - it felt full and heavy. My balls, like Frankie’s, were hard up against me, my ballsac crinkled and tight. I was really turned on. Our manhoods were upright and proud, bumping into each other.
I turned the water off and we looked at each other. There was no sound in the small bathroom except for the sounds of our breath. I think we were breathing a little heavily. Frankie bent his legs, I assume to go down on me, but I put my hand on his shoulders to stop him and turned him around.
I pressed my chest against his back, my balls rubbing against his crack. I put my arms around him, and ran my hands up his body. I felt the ridges of his abs, and rested my hands momentarily on his pecs. His chest was flat, but I could feel the hard muscle under my hands. I rubbed his nipples, and he sighed and leaned his head back and turned it to one side so we could kiss.
I bet my knees a little so we could kiss more easily. Our tongues entwined, and as we kissed, my erection lined up neatly with the cleft between his rounded cheeks. I rubbed it up and down, trapped between my abs and his butt.
I found a comfortable position and stopped moving, then slid one hand down to stroke his hardness. I wrapped my hand around it, and pulled back - his foreskin slipped easily back, and he moaned as I pulled it all the way back, till it slipped off his cockhead. I rubbed the exposed underside of it, and he continued moaning through our kiss - and then I felt his cock tense and relax in my hand and he let loose a stream of warm piss, some of which landed on my hand.
He moved his head quickly away from mine and said “sorry, sorry”, but I wrapped my free hand across his abs continued to hold him tight against me until he relaxed. He continued urinating, understanding (I hoped) that it was all fine. I reached behind me and turned the shower on again and when I let go, Frankie turned around.
“It’s okay, ah?” he said, looking a little worried still. I nodded, and unhooked the shower from the wall and sprayed his cock and the bottom of the tub, washing the urine off our feet and down the drain.
“Hey, I need to pee, too,” I said. “No problem.”
“Ok, you pee first,” he said, pulling open the shower curtain. I stepped out of the tub, and he slid the curtain shut. It took a little while to soften enough to be able to pee, but I managed to relax enough to drain my bladder.
I heard the water flowing in the shower, saw some movement behind the curtain and heard a couple of grunts. I assumed he was cleaning himself out - and that this guy was prepping to bottom. We hadn’t talked about it, but I was hoping that it would work out that way.
I shook the last drops of pee off, and washed my cock off in the sink, conscious that it might wind up in his mouth, and pulled back my own foreskin to make sure that it was clean. I heard the shower curtain open behind me, and finished cleaning before turning around. We were both softer now, maybe semi-hard, and I reached for the towel rack and grabbed two bath towels and handed him one.
We towelled ourselves off, grinning at each other and checking each other out. I made a short kilt; folded my towel in half, lengthways, before wrapping it around myself, and he did the same. I felt myself getting more turned on, because I really like a hot guy in a white hotel towel. He was turned on, too, judging by the bump in the front of his towel. I opened the bathroom door, and felt the cool air-conditioned air rush in, chilling the little moisture that remained on my skin.
I stepped into the doorway, and then felt a hand on my waist. I turned around and Frankie pressed into me for more kissing. I spread my legs and he put his knee between them. I imagine we made a sexy image, kissing, me leaning against the door frame, our bodies pressed hard against each other, our cocks also in contact through the towels.
On a whim, I put my arms around Frankie, held him tight and straightened up. He took the hint and hooked his arms around my neck, and lifted his legs, wrapping them around me. He was pretty light, and I carried him easily and walked the five or so steps to the bed and dumped him on it. He laughed, shuffled up so that he was sitting in the edge, spread his legs and unwrapped his towel. He was stiffer now, his boy cock pointing up at me.
I wrapped my fingers around it, slowly milking it upwards, squeezing gently from base to tip. He exhaled. A bead of precum appeared first, and then more, making a tiny pool at the top, held in place by his slightly retracted foreskin. I dipped a finger in it, scooped up a little of his precum, and then fed it to him - he engulfed my finger and sucked on it greedily, looking me in the eye the whole time.
I pulled at the roll of my own towel, loosening it enough that it fell to the carpeted floor of the room, and then stepped forward one step. That was enough of a hint for Frankie, who opened his mouth wide to suck me. His lips were shiny with saliva from kissing before, and he looked really … I don’t know. Hot, and horny, and cute.
I didn’t let him suck me, though. I grasped my own cock, and lifted it out of the way of his mouth. Clever boy took the hint again, and stuck out his tongue to lick my balls. He licked at them, and by this time, I had relaxed enough that they were hanging more loosely. I toyed with my nipple with my free hand as Frankie sucked gently, one ball at a time. We stared into each other’s eyes the whole time, my mouth open as I growled softly.
I let go of my cock and Frankie lapped eagerly at it. I was so hard that my dick jutted up, and I put my thumb on the base of it and pushed it down. Frankie opened his mouth wide and fastened his lips around the head, and then pushed forward till he took my whole cock. He gagged and gasped and let go, smiled up at me and did it again, most smoothly, till his lips were around the base of my cock, and I could feel his throat tightening around my dick head.
Like me, Frankie had his hand on his nipple and as he pushed his head forward and back on my cock, both of us were toying with our nipples with both hands. I looked down and saw that he was also jutting up, his rod shuddering with the movement. I moved my hips a little, and soon we had a good rhythm as worked together to pump my cock in and out of his tight, warm mouth.
I put my hands on his head, stroked his cheek. He looked up at me, and I thought he seemed to be looking for approval. I ruffled his hair, and then held his head still, and slowly pushed forward.
“Good boy,” I said, “Good boy,” as I pushed till I was once more completely engulfed in his mouth.
“Breathe through your nose,” I said, and Frankie could only whimper a little. I let him take my dick a while longer and then I pulled out, trailing a string of saliva with me while a bit dribbled out of the corner of Frankie’s mouth.
He was panting, but he still managed to smile up at me as he wiped the drool off his chin. He was too adorable to leave alone, so I half-pounced on him, pushing him back onto the mattress, and rolled into bed next to him so that we were both lying in bed. Not quite next to each other - our transition to the lying position included a lot of kissing and mock wrestling, and somehow he wound up lying on top of me, his head on my chest, my arm thrown over him so he wouldn’t fall off.
He pushed himself off me in a push-up position, and then swung up to straddle my chest. He knelt over me, and I got a close up of his junk: smooth nuts and an uncut cock now freely dripping with precum. A tasty snack!
I looked up at Frankie, and got my hand up, and rubbed his nutsack, which earned me a little moan, and when I grasped his rod and pulled back his foreskin, he moaned louder. His dick head was a furious reddish purple, and seemed bigger than before.
I stuck my tongue out and licked up the shaft, enjoying the unique tangy taste of the precum that had dripped down it. I was at the wrong angle to take in his cock, so I settled for swirling the tip of my tongue at the underside, where the foreskin was connected to the bulbuous head. Frankie made a strangled noise, and then suddenly I got a faceful of cum!
Frankie’s cock bounced up and down slightly as he shot strings of cum across my face - some of it got into my hair, and I narrowly missed getting some in my eye. He climbed off me quickly, snatched up his towel and wiped his load off my face, apologising the whole time. Guess I found where his sensitive spot was - right under his dick head.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Ok, not everyone has perfect control, and it’s easy to forgive someone who is active and hot and into having sex. I climbed off the bed and wrapped him in my arms to stop him from freaking out, and kissed him softly on the lips. I led him back to the bed and this time I got him to lie facedown, and I crouched behind him, spread his cheeks to rim him.
Even though he’d just showered, his hole still had a faintly musky scent. He quieted, and made soft grunting noises as I kissed his cheeks, tongued around his hole, and he actually writhed when I licked him out. I really enjoyed pleasuring this beautiful young man, making him wriggle and squirm as I ate his ass. It made me hard - and judging from Frankie’s noises, he was getting turned on too.
I paused after a while, and Frankie lifted himself up on his elbows and turned around.
“Hey, I want you to fuck me please,” he said. So polite.
“But, uh,” he trailed off, looking a little uncertain. I stayed silent, to give him some space.
“Uh, I don’t have a lot of experience. I only been fucked a few times before,” he said.
Well, at least he wasn’t a complete virgin, and I was pretty sure I could make this fun for both of us.
I’ll spare you the details of the next 30-45 minutes. Frankie stayed face down on the bed, and I got my lube out of my luggage and slicked up my fingers and stretched Frankie open, slowly, one finger first, then two and then three and four. I was glad that Frankie had cleaned himself earlier - no nasty surprises.
There was lots more moaning and wriggling and, I have to be honest, a fair amount of giggling from me joking that I was going to fist him and Frankie protesting that he thought fisting was gross but he really liked my fingers in his ass.
Maybe you had to be there.
When I thought he was open enough, I spanked his bottom once and asked him to get on his knees. He raised himself up on all fours. His legs were spread wide, and I reached between them to stroke his nuts, so silky smooth, and rub his cock, which I noticed was hard again and a little wet. Horny fella.
I was hard and wet myself, from fingering and stretching him, and from all the anticipation. Even ripping open the condom foil was a turn on. I was itching for some action, so I pulled back my foreskin, put one drop of lube on my dickhead, then rolled on my condom. I lubed it up carefully, enjoying the anticipation.
“Hurry up,” Frankie said.
I looked up, and he was looking at me over his shoulders and wiggling his butt. I put a finger on his leg, next to his knee, and ran it up his thigh and stopped before touching his junk.
“Are you ready?” I said. He nodded emphatically.
I climbed on the bed and knelt behind him. I didn’t bother lubing him up again - his bottom was still shiny from all the finger action before.
I slapped my rod against his bum a couple of times, and then rested it against his ass, the tip in the top of his buttcrack. I could hear Frankie breathing, easily, but loudly. I pushed my cock down, slid the tip along the crack, and found his rosebud - and after all that assplay, I managed to slip it in fairly easily, with only a little hitch when I pushed it past one tight spot. He was a little tight, but I think I had managed to loosen him up enough that it wasn’t painful. Frankie pushed out as I pushed in, sighing as he did so. I pushed in smoothly.
I stopped when I was all the way in, and then withdrew almost completely out. I was going to ask Frankie if it was all right - but he surprised me by pushing back against me, slowly forcing himself on my cock till his butt was up against me.
“Yeah,” I whispered, and that seemed to give him permission to go again. I stayed still and let him bump against me, at his own pace. Not too fast, but he wasn’t being cautious or slow either. He lifted his head and turned back to look at me, looking a little frustrated.
“Harder, can?” he said, and I responded by holding him by the waist and pushing in faster. He moaned louder. I thrust into him, a moderate pace, and he grunted with each inward stroke. He seemed happy enough so I stayed at that speed - I knew from experience that I could keep it up for a long time.
I didn’t want to rush him, but Frankie asked for more. I had to pull out and climb to my feet, so that I could squat over him, push my rod down and then give him a good hard squat fuck.
That seemed to set him off, and … well, we pretty much fucked like rabbits. Once he was used to it, we ran through quite a few different positions. I got him off the bed, positioned him standing next to it with one leg up on it so I could stand behind him and take him from behind while playing with his nipples. Then I sat in the room’s armchair so he could sit on me and I stroked his back while he bounced himself on me.
We moved to the big glass window which had enough of a ledge that he could bend over and brace against it while I rammed him hard from behind, and then he turned around and got on his knees. I peeled my condom off and fed him my manhood, which he deep-throated manfully, while jacking himself off.
I had to stop him before I went too far, and then gloved up and lubed up again. He guided me to the bed this time, and I lay flat on my back while Frankie used me like a sex toy, first riding facing away from me, and then he turned to straddle me facing me, and arched his back while he impaled himself on me, my hands tweaking his nipples, his hard cock bouncing as he bounced.
Finally we switched positions so he was on his back, one leg up and one leg spread out and he put up one hand to play with my nipple while I drove into him, and he was jacking himself with the other hand. We were both sweating pretty freely at this time, and I remember looking down at him and thinking how good he looked as I ploughed him, just as he moaned loudly and sprayed onto himself.
I wanted to hear him moan some more, so I pulled out and bent down to suck on his swollen cock, and he whimpered nicely because he was so sensitive. After that I kissed him, and he licked the cum off my lips - and then I lifted his legs up and pushed in again and fucked him fast and hard (both of us grunting like animals) and I also remember the sounds of my body slapping hard into him as I let go and shot my load.
I pulled out and took off my condom, throwing it into the bin under the table, and collapsed onto him, my sticky cum-covered cock and the jizz on his abs between our two sweaty bodies. He pressed his lips against me and we kissed some more and snuggled a bit as the perspiration dried.
We showered together, with a lot more playing and mucking around, and this time I managed to get him hard again - and then I sat on the toilet with the lid down while he stood in front of me so I could suck him and this time he managed to control himself and warn me before he came. He actually pulled out of my mouth and unloaded a thick dribbly load between my spread legs … and then he got on his knees and licked it off me and sucked my cock till I shot a second time, with him jacking my cock and spraying on to his chest. You bet I licked that off (and sucked on his nipples a bit) and then we climbed back into the shower to get properly clean (no playing this time).
I offered to let him stay the night, which is rare for me, but it was late, and I didn’t know if his roommate was still playing with the guy that he’d picked up. Frankie accepted so we spooned together, naked under the sheets, until we fell asleep.
We had another round in the early morning, nothing fancy, just a side fuck (good thing I had put my condoms and lube in easy reach) and this time we came almost together, me jacking his cock as I pumped his ass. We took turns to shower and then he headed back to his hotel and I went down to breakfast in the hotel restaurant to wait for my friends to wake up.
I didn’t see him again in Bangkok before I left, but I did bump into him again in Singapore a couple of times. He was with someone, so we chatted, but didn’t hook up again.
Pity, because he was a good fuck, a horny and active bottom.
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