Mikhal's First Time

My usual way of using gay hookup sites is to advertise myself as a potential catch and let the other guy do the running. But sometimes it seems like the world is full of submissives and if you're ever going to get some action you have to be proactive. So that's what I decided to do. I would go looking for inexperienced young guys and develop their sexuality along the way. That's how I came across Mikhal. I was living in Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, which is an aggressive, macho place. And I suppose that suits someone as quiet and shy as Mikhal. His pics showed a slim, pale-skinned young man with no body hair. His description said Asian, which can mean a lot of things, but wherever his ancestors came from, he had a nice body. A very lickable chest and stomach and a nice bulge inside his white underpants. I knew I could have some fun with this guy.

We didn't have much in common, I suppose, but the desperate urge to have sex with another man is usually enough. I invited him to my house one evening and he agreed without delay. But what were we going to do? What were we going to talk about? I put myself in his shoes and decided that what I would like, and what I would be expecting, was maybe a quick drink and then straight down to it: seduction.

He arrived on a small motorbike, looking clean and tidy. I realised when I saw him face to face that he worked in one of the many Chinese supermarkets. He was small and boyish: legal age but had probably led a sheltered life. That was what he wanted me for: to open up the world a little and give him something exciting in his life story. He said he had some experience with men but I didn't believe him. He was like many young Chinese guys in that city: brought up in a nice, secure family but encouraged to work hard and not live frivolously.

I gave him a glass of wine and he clearly wasn't accustomed to drinking. He sipped it as though it were poison. He told me a bit about his life but he was nervous and it obviously wasn't going to be a very chatty encounter. Because that's what it was: an encounter - a word that now has very sexual connotations that it didn't have originally. An encounter means something off-the-cuff, not built on a slow-burning relationship. Maybe premeditated, but only for a matter of hours or at most days.

I stood up. "Come with me,' I said, and he followed me into the bedroom.

"Take off your shirt," I said, and he did. I stroked his chest and bent down to suck his nipples and as I did he put his arms bursa escort around my shoulders.

I unzipped his jeans and told him to take them off. He removed everything and stood there, naked and uncomfortable.

"Lie down," I said, and he did, on his back with one knee bent. He had a lovely, broad cock that stood straight up from a neat patch of thick black pubic hair. I gave him a show, taking off my shirt and showing him my cock as I removed the rest.

Given his lack of experience, I thought he would probably be ashamed once he had committed some homosexual acts, so I resolved to encourage him to leave if he looked uncomfortable.

I stood at the side of the bed.

"Suck my cock," I said, and he obeyed immediately, as if he had been waiting to hear those words for years. I didn't know if young Chinese men were routinely seduced by their uncles, as was apparently the case with Indians, so maybe he really had never touched a cock before. He took my rock-hard dick in one hand and tentatively put his lips to it. I put my hand on his head and pulled him gently, so he took the knob in his mouth. I stroked his head and neck. He was enjoying it. He had an older man's cock in his mouth - he had overcome that hurdle and he liked it.

After a while I pushed him onto his back and got down to his crotch. He was such a nice, polite, clean young guy who found himself naked and going to hell for the sake of a primitive urge. I licked his shaft and then his balls and he shuddered with the desire for more. I plunged my mouth over his knob and sucked his beautiful, innocent penis. My right hand strayed around the back and I put a finger between his buttocks, which his flinching eyes told me was also a first for him. I touched his anus and he gasped. I poked my finger in just a little and he sighed.

"I want you to wank for me," I said. "I want you to cum in my pubic hair."

He knelt up and steadied himself for masturbation.

"Like this?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, just wank on me," I said. Mikhal took his cock head between his thumb and index finger, which coincidentally is how I do it, and he started to wank. In a matter of moments he was leaning forward as an orgasm overtook him and his semen shot into my lap; then he straightened his body and fired his stuff up my belly and onto my chest. It was a fine, pure stream of his inner white fluid and I could see in his eyes what I had expected to see. As soon as he had come he was ashamed of himself. görükle escort He lay next to me as I wiped his spunk with a tissue.

"It's okay," I said. "In know how you're feeling. You can go now and if that's all it's going to be, that's it. But you can call me any time."

Mikhal dressed hastily and left with just a quick glance at me.

I had a shower and a glass of wine and watched a bit of TV.

An hour later I got a message: "Can I come back?"

"Of course," I responded.

"I want you to rape me," he sent.

"It's not rape if you want it," I said. "But I will fuck you."

"Yes," he said. "I want it."

"Door is open," I said.

He was back so quickly he must have been just around the corner. I was in the bathroom, having a piss with the door open when he entered the house. He stood in the bathroom doorway and I just about managed to finish before my cock filled with dirty, lustful blood.

"Suck me," I said plainly, and he was on his knees immediately. He took my cock in his mouth, and with it a little drop of urine. He didn't care. In his current state of arousal he would have liked me to piss in his mouth. That's the great thing about extreme sexual desire: it sweeps aside all inhibitions.

He sucked me with new confidence: he was now a veteran of one homosexual encounter. He had joined the club.

I didn't bother to zip up, just held my trousers up as we walked to the bedroom. Mikhal undressed without waiting to be asked and lay there, his beautiful young cock ready for action.

I took my lube from the floor by the bed and lay next to him.

"I'm a bit scared," he said. "I want it, but will it hurt?"

"MIllions of people have had anal sex," I said coolly. "Billions. White men have fucked Chinese guys, it happens all the time."

"I'm still scared," he said.

"Tell you what," I said. "You fuck me first. You can see how it is done and see if it looks painful for me."

"Me fuck you?" he said, very unsure. "I never..."

"It's easy," I said soothingly. "I will show you."

I lay on my back and shepherded him into position between my legs. Then I raised them way up in the air and showed him my hole. I smeared some lube there and put some on his cock head. Mikhal moved in. He had seen it in porn. And everyone does it naturally anyway. He placed the tip of his cock against my sphincter.

"Push," I said. "Gently but firmly." He started off hesitantly. "Push," I said bursa escort bayan again, and he put his body weight behind it. His knob popped into my anus and I almost missed the thrill, absorbed in my role as teacher. But I didn't quite miss it. This was a significant moment for both of us, and I was aware I had a beautiful Chinese cock in my ass.

"There," I said. "You have your cock inside me. Feel good?"

"Shall I fuck you now?" he asked, still the polite, well brought up young man in spite of the situation he found himself in.

"In and out," I said. "Smooth and firm. You are fucking; you're a man. And you are fucking a man."

"I think I might come," he said with a little panic.

"No, don't come," I said firmly. "I want you full of lust when I get inside you."

He pulled out , unsure what to do next, and I lay him back and lubed him up.

"See?" I said. "Nothing to be afraid of." I slid one finger into his ass, then another, and probed up and down. Then I knelt in front of him and showed him my cock, the cock that was about to take his virginity. His face was a mixture of fascination and apprehension, with a strong undertow of sheer lust and depravity.

"Relax and let it happen," I said. I pushed my cock into his lightly resisting hole and quickly got past the point of no return. He was looking at me with wonder in his eyes as the fear ebbed away and he felt the enormous pleasure of a cock up his ass. He was being fucked by an older man and I could tell it was everything he had hoped it would be. I fucked him steadily and then increasingly hard. He was whimpering in the way that Japanese women do when they're having sex (at least they do in porn), as if they are being coerced when they are in fact more than happy with what is happening. They are completely willing but there is something in their makeup that makes them have to appear to be enduring it rather than lapping it up. Mikhal was squawking like that as he received his first fucking.

"Are you going to cum inside me?" he asked anxiously.

"You want me to?" I replied. "Or not?"

"Yes," he said, with a worried look that went well with the yelping.

And in a matter of seconds I was pumping his tender Chinese asshole full of my middle-aged spunk.

That was the start of a very satisfying occasional relationship. Mikhal came to visit me once or twice a week and we did everything in the gay sex handbook. He insisted I piss in his mouth and I knelt in the bath as he pissed into my crack. I came in his mouth and he came in mine. I got him to wank into my crack, which turned into our specialist quickie if we only had a few minutes. And I spanked him before fucking him, which he loved.

And then Mikhal found a boyfriend and drifted away.