Taiwanese Yardboy

This is a fantasy of my first time.It happened a long time ago, and I wish it had happened.But it didn't.Let me say at once that I am not a size freak.I prefer cocks that will fit easily in my mouth so that I may caress them with my tongue.That usually provides a very sensuous and satisfactory writhing.Also, I am exclusively oral: I like sucking and enjoy receiving the jizz in bursts.I know anal intercourse is bad for the health: the anal channel is not nearly as tough as the vaginal, so lesions are inevitable and the anal channel is where the body gets rid of its filth; urine, on the other hand, is sterile.

So now to the story.

As a graduation gift upon my emergence from High School, my parents gifted me with a free airline ticket to Taiwan to visit a cousin who was working there.I was excited by it.Although I had no erotic attraction to Chinese, I did to Japanese.All the Chinese I saw in the United States either were very skinny and homely or they looked as though they were carved from lard -- and were homely.In any event, until I went to Taiwan my preferences in sexual partners was academic: I was a virgin.

When I arrived in Taiwan I was surprised and delighted to see that quite a number of young Chinese males were, in fact, attractive and more than that.They were often well built, on the slim side to be sure, but their proportions were very good.And then there was their skin!To call them `yellow' is as inappropriate as to call us `white.'Oriental skin tends to the golden but the range of colors is from ivory to caramel. Beautiful, sensuous skin and their relative hairlessness means that they have a silky quality but if they are muscular, as many of them are, the silk covers steel -- hot steel.

For my part, I am blond, blue-eyed with a swimmer's build which is, of course, common among handsome Orientals.Either the build of swimmers or of gymnasts.Both of those builds I find inspires lust.On the other hand, weight lifters seem grotesque to me -- as does over large cocks.In the latter case, the organs often go off in odd directions or are sharply bent along their length.Neither of which I find desirable.

My cousin had a bungalow on the outskirts of Taipei: a house surrounded by a wall and between the house and wall there was a garden. And the bathroom had windows opening onto the garden -- which is important to the story I am telling.

One morning shortly after I arrived my cousin went off to work in the early morning, as usual.But I stayed abed, suffering from jet-lag. He had told me that the yardboy would be coming when he was at work.

When I got up and had breakfast, I went out of doors and there was the yardboy, working in the flower bed.His back was to me but he was wearing only a singlet and pair of shorts (it was summer and the summers in Taiwan are hot and muggy).I was transfixed: his shoulders and biceps were well defined and muscular and light golden brown from the sunlight.And his legs were smooth and muscular.The skin had a kind of glow about it. His hair was jet black and straight, as is usual for Chinese.I felt a tingle in my groin.

I went over to greet him and when he turned I almost gasped he was so handsome in a very Chinese way: almond shaped eyes with dark pupils a handsome, almost beautiful face that was distinctly boyish.He knew little English but I learned that he was about my age: 17 going on 18.Orientals are usually less mature than Westerners, however, so he looked at least two years younger.Moreover, I think he said that in school he was a gymnast. He certainly looked it.

In any event, I was quite smitten and my imagination shifted into overdrive.As the day wore on I frequently showed up in a place where I could see him -- usually from a distance so that he wouldn't get alarmed -- or anything like that.

With every `sighting' of him, I got more agitated and horney.As I said, Taiwan summers are hot and muggy and my cousin's bungalow had no air conditioning.So in the afternoon, people often took a bath -- there was no shower at my cousin's either.So I was lying in the bath, thinking -- and my thoughts wandered -- well, that's not quite right: they charged toward the vision of the yardboy.I was imagining kissing him, licking him, drinking in his cock (and wondering and imagining what it would look like, taste).And I turned on my side to masturbate, closing my eyes better to imagine him.Suddenly..........

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