Chapter 37 - F.u.c.k.i.n.g a S.e.xy Asian Muscle Bottom in Singapore

For work one year I had a lot of trips through Singapore and on one such trip I had several days to rest and explore. I date myself by even mentioning this but this predates Grindr and other location apps. Manhunt and Adam4adam were the most common to hook up and on one or the other, I started to exchange messages with this cute young guy who worked out a lot, had a great bubble b.u.t.t in his pics and said he was a total bottom for dominant guys.

At the time, we both must have been in our late 20s and I was already 5 or more years into being HIV Poz so my preference was to always f.u.c.k raw to take and give loads as much as I could. But I was always open about my status and when I told him, he was really nervous. He was talking very much like a s.l.u.t though and begging for my d.i.c.k but insisted he couldn't bareback.

Eventually I agreed to wear a rubber and pretty soon we were making arrangements to meet downstairs in my hotel lobby bar. He was every bit as s.e.xy as his pics and he dressed up a little for our pre-f.u.c.k date wearing one of those tight fitted button up whit collard shirts that slender muscle guys can pull off so well and he paired them with a pair of tight black dress pants looking every bit the muscly model type.

We had a nice connection over a drink and actually, 15 years later, we still keep in touch. We've never hooked up again but this particular night makes both of us wonder if this could have been the one.

But back to the juicy bits.

As we made a dent in a couple of martinis at the bar, of course the chat moved away from pleasantries and he boldly says, "so is your d.i.c.k really as big as in your pics."

I laughed and said, "it's only 8.5" man, just good camera angle."

"Thank god I brought poppers" was his reply to which I snorted some gin martini and laughed.

My d.i.c.k was achingly hard at this point and there was an energy with this guy, I could tell he was ready to f.u.c.k so I grabbed the bill, charged the drinks to my room and suggested we go upstairs.

We had shared a bunch of fantasies in chat and I had told him I loved public washrooms for fun so as we walked down the hall, he said, "I have to take a piss, why don't you follow me."

He didn't have to ask twice to we positioned up against the urinals and started undoing pants.

I whipped out my hard c.o.c.k and now that I think of it, it was kind of disgusting, but it whacked against the porcelain of the urinal and he stood there fumbling with his pants.

"Jesus Christ," he said, "That thing is huge!" A stream of piss came out of his 7" d.i.c.k but I was too hard to piss so I just rubbed the prec.u.m over my knob as he stared down.

"Let's go" he said after finishing his piss and started to stuff away his c.o.c.k,

I think in one of my other stories I reveal that my d.i.c.k is very curved....downward, which is great when a guy wants to deep throat me but not so easy to stuff it away but I got it jammed back into my jeans and off we went to my room.

When we got to the room, there really wasn't much more flirting to be done at that point so I started to unbutton his s.e.xy tight tailored shirt while kissing him and running my wrongs around his chiselled bod.

Even with the pants still on, his a.s.s was so cute and bubbly, firm as a rock and his waist was tiny compared to me and my big old wide meaty h.i.p.s that guys love.

At this point my c.o.c.k was in serious need to be released and he skilfully popped open the button fly, reached inside and yanked my bone out.

As he dry stroked my c.o.c.k he looks up at me with a smile, "like poppers?

"F.u.c.k yeah" was all I said and he dug into his tight black pants and pulled out a bottle of jungle juice.

Cracking the bottle open, he took several big hits and then handed me the bottle.

As I snorted a few hits he started to gently kiss my downward curved d.i.c.k, l.i.c.k.i.n.g the prec.u.m, and running his tongue around the knob.

He was a good little c.o.c.k sucker and as I say, my c.o.c.k curves down so it is easy to swallow despite the length and before too long he was forcing himself to swallow it down to my balls and gagging and choking with a delight that makes you appreciate a good c.o.c.ksucker.

He was shirtless down to the waist at this point and he was making me so hard as he stroked and s.u.c.k.e.d my c.o.c.k.

I pulled him to his feet and in-buttoned his pants to get a grip on his gorgeous muscle b.u.t.t.

When I reached around to his a.s.s it was clear that he was wearing a jock and I'm pretty sure my d.i.c.k grew an inch. I had to see this boy b.u.t.t so I tugged his pants down to reveal a s.e.xy old school CK black jock with a red band and his a.s.s looked amazing.

His a.s.s was perfectly smooth, I don't know if he shaved or what but it was smooth and silky and so f.u.c.k.i.n.g pretty.

I was talking nasty to him at this point about breeding him and he clearly wanted it too so I got behind him and pushed just the head of my c.o.c.k into his a.s.s.

He surprised me by pulling it out and said we had to use protection.

I was a little deflated but although I had been Poz UD for a good 5 years already and loved the s.e.x.u.a.l freedom, I obliged and put on a rubber for him.

Ironically, years later, and we still keep in touch, he admitted that he loved raw d.i.c.k a little too much and while being gang banged in Bangkok or somewhere he caught the bug and was now a BB s.l.u.t.

Despite the rubber, his a.s.s felt so good and I mounted him and drilled his pretty muscle a.s.s in every position possible.

He loved riding c.o.c.k and for a long time he used me as his personal dildo slamming down hard on my c.o.c.k while holding my hands.

For probably an hour or more we f.u.c.k.e.d all around the hotel room and it was time for me to c.u.m. He was jerking his d.i.c.k while I f.u.c.k.e.d him d.o.g.g.y style and he grunted out a load on the bed which put me over the edge.

I whipped my d.i.c.k out, ripped off the rubber and blew a wad of my c.u.m all across his back and cheeks.

We both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Fortunately, I wasn't in a rush and we lounged around the next morning f.u.c.k.i.n.g and playing around in the bathroom, on the balcony, on the desk, basically, everywhere I could f.u.c.k him and by this time, the jock strap he had been wearing was nasty with lube, my c.u.m, his prec.u.m and spit.

If we had been thinking we probably could have sold that thing on eBay and made a fortune!

Alas, I'm not very entrepreneurial when it comes to these things and around noon, he showered and left me with a big smile on my face.

Exhausted and spent, I went back to bed for awhile and the next day flew home.

I've never seen him since but as I said above, we keep in touch and I suspect now that we're both Poz, if I ever did see him again, we'd have even more fun.