I moved to Asia in my early 20s and lived in all the big cities—Seoul, Tokyo, Bangkok, and Hong Kong–for several years before returning home. Despite the odd visit home, during which Dennis and I would get up to all sorts of naughty fun, I pretty much stayed in Asia for most of my time away from home. It was a long time, almost ten years, and for someone with a mind that likes to explore fantasies while rubbing themself, being away from home where nobody knew me from a bar of soap, I could literally be anybody I wanted to be, so I decided that I was going to explore the bicurious side of myself...and boy was there lots to explore! So much so, that I’ve decided to tackle one “event” per story. Who knows, this could end up being a giant anthology.
I was 22 years old at the time when I finally decided to go swimming into my fantasies for real. After everything Dennis and I had done together, I wasn’t afraid of the “doing”, but the thing is, Dennis and I shared something profound that I wouldn’t be able to rely on here: Trust. I didn’t know any of these people – in Korea – from a bar of slippery soap, and I didn’t want to form any attachments either. I was entering the “come, go and blow” phase of my sexual awakening. Actually, it should say “go blow and come” or “go come and blow” to be more accurate, followed by “leave immediately and never make contact again”. And as long as both parties were okay with this arrangement, the meet always went down without a hassle.
Now I should probably mention that I was in a relationship at the time with an Asian woman…or rather a few…and none of them ever knew my secret…that when the cat was away the mouse would play. And honestly, that formed part of the thrill. The way I rationalized it was as follows: I have to let this side of me live sometimes, or else go insane…and that was true. Sometimes I was craving a dick, to suck on, to jerk off…to get fucked by. And half of the porn I watched was gay porn…I was into slim guys with hairless bodies, guys that, if they dressed up and wore enough makeup, could easily pass for a woman at a glance…guys like Dennis. The nights I wasn’t jerking off to porn, I’d be fantasizing about the things Dennis and I did together, but I have this weird thing where it needs to have happened for real—or is within the realm of possibility—for me to be able to beat my meat to it. But after my long tenure in Asia, man oh man…I’d have so much material in my wank bank that it’d tide me through right up until now, as I sit here typing this in my mid-30s, wondering when I’ll see Dennis again…because we are still active (so get ready for more of those adventures later!).
So I was in my early twenties, living in Seoul, when I discovered Craiglist’s casual encounters. Back then the site was still active. It would be a few years before it would be taken down, for good reason. There were a lot of people up to no good on the site, and thankfully, I never became a victim of one of them. Now I’d known about the app for some time, and it had always been a fantasy of mine to hook up with an Asian guy that was either Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Thai, Filipino. I’d been checking out the MM (Male-Male) posting for few weeks until I finally found a post that made my dick stand up: Bi-curious Chinese guy looking for fun. Not too dissimilar from Grindr (an app I’d use a lot later on) in the way it functioned. I clicked on the ad…Hi. I’m a bi-curious Chinese-American guy on a boring business trip in Seoul looking to have some fun with a young Westerner. I leave tomorrow. Hit me up and send pics of dick and body. And there were two pictures, none of which showed his face. He had a nice slim body with hardly any hair on it, and he’d taken a pic of his dick…and it was perfect. And not that small. Actually, during my time in Asia, I learned that Asian men having small penises was a complete myth.
Anyway, I answered the ad: Hi. I’m a bi-curious American, early 20s, very keen to meet up. I took two pics in front of the mirror. One of my body, and then a close-up of my dick--which I jerked a bit and then squeezed the pre-cum out of so it, so looked super, super hot, oozing with that yummy, sticky stuff.
He responded less than 5 minutes later: Nice body. I love your dick. Would love to suck it. What are you keen for?
The back and forth continued:
Um, 69, come at the same time? Or we could jerk each other off while watching gay porn?
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Yeah, that sounds like fun! I’d love to do 69 with you. Are you in Seoul?
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Yeah, I live in Seoul. Where are you at?
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I’m at the Marriott Hotel in Yeouido. How long will it take you to get here?
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If I leave now, I can be there in 20 min.
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Okay. When you here, email me and I’ll tell you my room number.
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Okay cool. See you soon! Looking forward to munching on your dick till it explodes.
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Yum! See you soon!
I basically jumped out of my apartment and took a bus to the subway line, hopped on the train and rode about 3 stops before arriving at the destination. I left the station of the orange line—exit 5, I think it was—and saw the Marriott Hotel towering over me. Oh, and the whole time, I was making sure that my boner was pointing upwards. I felt so…high on the idea of what was going to happen…what I saw in my head: his beautiful Asian dick with barely any hair, in my mouth, or pressed against my cock, or in the middle of my two hands as they go up and down his dick, giving him pleasure.
This whole time, I’d been wondering what he did for a living. He was very young too, so he must be really smart, I thought. I arrived at the hotel lobby. While I didn’t quite have an erection as I walked in, I had this feeling pulsating through my dick and balls that I can’t really describe. It’s almost like, you know what’s about to happen, and you’re so excited, but it’s nobody’s fucking business but yours.
I sent an email—downstairs it read.
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Room 512. Knock three times slowly so I know it’s you.
I didn’t need to respond. No sooner did I read the message than my foot was already halfway into the elevator. I got inside and hit button number 5…
Knock … Knock … Knock …
I waited for a few seconds. I felt movement on the other side of the door. The door opened, and I had zero regrets…
He was standing there in just his boxers. They were Calvin Klein. He was so beautiful, like…smooth. He was slim, had almost no hair on his body, and I could see he was hard under his briefs. He also had cute round glasses, like Harry Potter, and jet black hair to go along with them. And he just about a centimeter or two taller than me.
“Hi”, I said.
“Hello. Thanks for coming. I didn’t think anyone would answer too quickly.”
“Is this your first time,” I asked him?"
“With a guy?”
I nodded. Ah ha…he was all big talk in the email exchange, I thought. I was worried that he might chicken out…
“No, well, yeah…when I was young, once, me and my best friend jerked off together,” he told me.
“Me and my best friend have sucked each other off and swallowed each other’s cum,” I told him.
“Damn. That’s fucking hot.”
“Yeah…it was, it felt so good. Especially when his dick was cumming in the back of my throat. I also enjoyed the taste of his cum. I wonder how your cum tastes?”
He grinned, and moved over to the bed. Both curtains were drawn and only one of the reading lamps was on, creating a nice moody atmosphere.
“So, should I just…?”
“Yeah, just lie on the bed,” I told him.
He lay down on his back. He was shivering, but not with fear or anything like that...I knew from experience…he was excited out of his mind. I climbed on top of him and straddled his legs apart. I rubbed his dick through his boxer briefs.
“Do you want me to take them off?” I asked him.
“Yes please…”
So I took them off with both my hands only to stare at his absolutely beautiful, 6-inch circumcised penis, with a nice massive pink head. I looked at his urethral opening…it was so wide. This guy probably shoots thick ropes of cum when he ejaculates, I thought. Well, I was about to find out, because no sooner did I look at it than I had it in my mouth
“Oh my God…Oh fuck yes.” He was quivering with pleasure.
I literally went down on him immediately, starting with the head, wrapping my lips around it and sucking while bobbing my head up and down, taking a little more into my mouth each time, until his dick was swimming in my spit. I then took my hand and went down with my mouth and up with my hand...the blowjob was in motion. And my dick was super fucking hard, jizzing pre-cum everywhere.
He reached out and grabbed my arm and squeezed it—“That’s so fucking good!” he yelled. I took this as a good opportunity to start removing my clothes. I let go of his dick and took off my shirt while he jerked himself—“Where’d you learn to suck like that?” he asked me.
“With my best friend…we did everything together.”
I unbuckled my jeans and removed them. I was in my boxers and socks.
“I wanna see your dick,” I told me.
I dropped my boxers, revealing my beautiful six-inch meat with the wide girth that Dennis always said he was jealous of. It was brown with a pinkish head. Like a Filipino dick, but longer and thicker.
“Fuck that’s hot…” he said, as he reached for my dick—he didn’t really know what he was doing, so he didn’t squeeze my pre-cum out or spit on his hand before jerking my penis off.
“Spit on your hand,” I told him, as I squeezed my own pre-cum out of my dick, rubbed it between my fingers and then wrapped those sticky fingers around his dick. He spat on his hand and began rubbing my dick. He sat up so that we were both on the bed, facing each other. I had his dick in my hand, and he had my dick in his. We masturbated each other’s dick and it was so fucking hot…and the fact that no one was going to disturb us meant that we could grunt and moan as loud as we wanted.
Soon, I was about to cum when I told him to stop—“I don’t wanna cum yet. I wanna suck you.”
So I went down on him again…with more passion than before—he had such a nice dick, and it tasted quite neutral, which I liked. I rotated between sucking him fast and slow, then jerking him off while I sucked each of his balls—“Oh my fucking God, that’s amazing…fuck!” While I jerked him with one hand, I jerked myself with the other…his dick was getting larger…he was on the verge and he let me know—“Oh I’m gonna cum soon!”—“Where do you wanna cum?”—“In your mouth…can I?”—“Fuck yes!” I told him and then I swallowed his entire dick. Both of us were sweating a lot…I happened to glance at the time on the bedside table digital clock…we’d been at it for at least 25 min! Time to make this guy cum hard. I went down hard, sucking and jerking, slobbering all over his delicious cock. I felt both his hands cup the back of my head and pull me into him, deep-throating me. His hips rose from the bed—“I’m cumming! Oh I’m cumming hard!”—and he wasn’t fucking around…it was like a thick sauce that shot into my mouth, shot after shot, so that my mouth was so full of cum I started to cough…I swallowed about half of it almost immediately…it was quite salty, but different from Dennis’s taste, which I liked. In total, I think he must have pumped at least 7 thick ropes of cum into the back of my throat—still the most to date that anyone’s pumped into my mouth.
In all, I swallowed about 90%. The 10% that came out only did because there was just so much cum…either he’d been holding it in for at least a week, or this was how he naturally shot his load…I continued coughing for a bit—who wouldn’t? Even my eyes were watering…
“Fuck that was…so awesome!” he said, a bit out of breath.
“Mmm hmm”, I said, as a I spat the remaining cum in my mouth onto my hand. I mixed it with some more spit and then started jerking off without taking my eyes off his now flaccid cock. I was kneeling over him, beating my meat, when he asked:
“Do you want any help?”—“Wanna suck me too?”—“Can I?”—“Fuck yeah!” and I immediately lay down on my back—“I’ve never sucked a dick before, so tell me if I’m—“—“You’ll be fine,” I reassured him, ”it’s like sucking a thumb…”
We still hadn’t exchanged names, and I was so happy about this. This was as discreet as discreet gets. I knew that I would never see this sexy cum-gushing Chinese-American guy again. So might as well have as much fun as I could, and a blowjob from an Asian guy was high on my list of fetishes that I planned on exploring while living in Asia.
So he went to work on my dick, sucking it—poorly at first, so I cupped the back of his head with both my hands and told him to let me guide him—“Mmmm hmmm,” he said, slobbering all over my dick that probably tasted like his cum. I told him to use his hand and his mouth, going in opposite directions with each, meeting in the middle. That’s how Dennis and I sucked each other off. The fact that he was sucking on my penis that I’d buttered full of his cum and my spit right before was mind-blowingly hot. I could feel balls tingling as my dick grew…seconds away from popping—“I’m gonna cum”—“Cuminmymouth,”—he said, with my cock still in his mouth. Holy shit! I was so excited, I was about to cum inside this guy’s mouth—"Oh fuck!!! Oh God I’m cumming!”—my hips buckled and I shoved my dick into the back of his throat, just like he did with me—“Swallow it!” I told him…and he swallowed the jetstream of cum that blew out of my penis into the back of his throat…he sucked down hard and he swallowed…in fact, his mouth stayed on my cock for a while, his tongue licking my shaft, until my penis became flaccid…“Wow, that was awesome,” he told me…I took in the moment for a few seconds, before looking at his dick and responding with the following: “I notice you’re hard again…”—and before he could even respond I had my hand wrapped around the thick head of his penis—“I wanna see something,” I said—“Ok---oh---kay,” he said as he began to moan—“Come here,” I told him…and we were both sitting up facing each other—“Let’s jerk each other at the same time,” I said, because even though it hadn’t been long at all since I came, the situation was just that hot that I was ready to have another load milked out of me—“Fuck…this is…so awesome…” he said between short breathes and moans…”Yeah, that feels so fucking good!”… we were soaking in sweat, and it made it so hot. His hand wrapped around my dick. My hand wrapped around his dick. And he followed my motions…when I went slow, he went slow. When I sped him, so did he—“Let’s cum at the same time,” I told him, “tell me when you’re close”—“okay!” And I spat on my hand…and he spat on his, smiling at me. It was hot…super hot…and I don’t know what came over me, but whatever it was, it must have come over both of us. Without thinking, I moved my head forward and so did he and the next thing I knew, we were making out, sticking our tongues in each other’s mouths passionately, while rubbing each other’s dicks below. I started moving my hips subtly. We broke apart. I could feel I was close—“Slow down,” I said…and he slowed down, then I picked up the pace with him—“Oh fuck…!”—
I was doing short, quick rubbing of his head, focusing on his glans and urethral opening…I loved how wide a hole it was. And I eagerly wanted to see it explode, which, judging by the look on his face, was about to happen—“Jerk me off!” I told him, and he picked up the pace. Eventually, I was fucking his hand…he gripped onto my cock suddenly—“I’m cumming! Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” And a MASSIVE CUMSHOT burst out of his dick hitting me in the chest. Followed by another, JUST AS BIG, hitting me on the stomach, then FOUR MORE SHOTS, each decreasing in reach, but the THICKNESS OF HIS CUM was so fucking hot I SHOT MY LOAD right after watching him cum. About 4 ropes total, all over his hand and my dick, none as thick as his (I do shoot thick ropes, but only if I’d held it for some time).
We kissed again…I had no idea I’d enjoy kissing a guy until this moment. His skin was so smooth, his smell so neutral. His tongue, I sucked on it...I wanted more. We lay there, making out, rubbing our soft dicks against each other. I’d like to say we both came a third time, but twice each seemed to satisfy us both. Afterwards, I got showered, we thanked each other, I walked out the door…and never saw him again. I did, however, see him and his smooth, slim body and beautifully thick cock when I closed my eyes, lubed my hands and masturbated at night…thinking of all the things we could have done together. I still never got his name, or found out what he did. And I preferred it that way.
And this was only the beginning of my bicurious adventures in Asia. I can already feel a hard-on forming…pressing against my jeans as I think about Part 2…fitting the Tenga sex-toy, now full of cum, over both me and that young Korean guy’s dick.
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