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    Xui and Me – Gay Asian Interracial Story

    12 May, 2018 (10:59) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by jasper_goat (jasper_goat@yahoo.com)

    ***

    A boy’s friendship with a young Chinese student develops
    into a closer bond after a night out together.

    I didn’t pay too much attention when Dad announced that
    we would have another house guest for a few days. He is
    a lecturer at the local university and often invites his
    research students back for a meal or to stay for the
    weekend. Usually they are pretty boring, content to have
    long, earnest discussions with Dad over endless cups of
    coffee in his den. So you can understand why it wasn’t
    with any great sense of excitement that I watched Dad’s
    beat-up Ford pull into the driveway and saw two
    passengers emerge.

    Dad came up the porch steps followed by what seemed to be
    an enormous bunch of flowers on legs. When the bouquet
    was handed over to Mom, Xui emerged from behind the
    foliage smiling shyly. Xui, (He told us to pronounce it
    Shu-way) was small and slim with a round smiling face and
    large uptilted brown eyes. Over a meal he told us that he
    had left Hong Kong three years ago to study in England
    and had just arrived in the States to carry out further
    research work.

    His English was good but he had some quirky expressions
    of his own that made us all smile. I learnt that he was a
    year or two older than me, but his boyish looks made him
    seem much younger. He was certainly different from the
    usual students that Dad took under his wing and I could
    see that he had already made a big hit with Mom, who
    fluttered around him like a mother hen. The autumn
    semester wasn’t due to start for another two weeks and
    the residential halls were empty apart from a few post-
    grads. Xui gratefully accepted Mom’s invitation to extend
    his stay with us.

    I had already taken a liking to the guy and for the next
    few days I showed him around town and introduced him to a
    few of my buddies. The following day was rainy and cold,
    so we spent the afternoon chilling out in my room while
    Xui took my elderly Compaq apart. He was a bit of a
    computer freak and promised me that things would run much
    better when he had finished. All the bits seemed to fit
    back together OK and I watched over his shoulder as he
    started it up to make final adjustments.

    Suddenly I twitched with embarrassment as I noticed that
    he had accidentally hit upon my collection of downloaded
    porn pics! Dammit, I had forgotten all about them!

    But Xui’s only reaction was to give a little “Hoh” of
    interest and he started to eagerly scan through the
    files. A couple of times I noticed that he reached down
    to his crotch to rearrange himself and I slowly began to
    relax -the guy was clearly enjoying himself.

    It was quite a while before he looked up at me and
    grinned. “Ver’ good, Mark.” Adding casually. “You got
    more boys?” I must have looked puzzled, for he added. “I
    like to see boy with ver’ big…” He pointed down to the
    small bulge in his pants. “You know. Ver’ big there.” He
    frowned and shook his head in mock disappointment. “Me,
    I’m not so big…ver’ sad.”

    I smiled, not sure where this conversation was going, but
    he completely threw me with his next question. “You big
    boy, Mark?” Jeez, I mean, how do you answer a question
    like that? I mumbled something, but just at that moment I
    was saved when I heard the sound of a car horn outside:
    My buddies, Steve and Jeff had arrived to take us out for
    the evening. Reluctantly, Xui shut down the computer and
    we went downstairs to meet them.

    The evening was a bit of a disaster. The place was
    crowded and noisy and all the available girls seemed to
    have a burly football jock in tow, so there was no future
    there. We found a table in the corner and planned our
    next move, eventually deciding on a few beers. Jeff
    wasn’t too keen as he was the one to stay sober and
    drive.

    Nevertheless, it was several hours later when he
    deposited Xui and I back in the driveway after a noisy
    drive home. For a little guy, Xui could certainly hold
    his liquor and we were both still in party mood as we
    attempted the porch steps.

    We made it on the second attempt, our arms entwined for
    mutual support. As I fumbled for the door latch, Xui
    turned to me and said solemnly. “You ver’ good frien’
    Mark.” A sentiment which was rather spoilt by the loud
    belch that followed it, but I answered in my best John
    Wayne. “Sure thing, pardner. Now let’s head for the ol’
    bunkhouse.”

    *

    A wise man once said. “Nobody buys beer -you only rent
    it.” The truth of that hit me at about four in the
    morning as I woke up with a pressing need to pee. My head
    felt like it was stuffed with cotton candy and I had to
    wait for it to clear before making an unsteady trek to
    the bathroom to answer the call. I had just made it back
    to bed and was ready to switch off the light when I heard
    the click of the bedroom door opening and a familiar
    voice call quietly. “Mark, you ‘wake?”

    “Sure,” I answered. “What’s up?

    “Nothing. Can’t sleep….” He made a sudden dash for the
    open door of the bathroom and I heard him take a long
    leak. I remembered that his room didn’t have its own
    bathroom and in his muddled state he probably couldn’t
    remember his way to the one on the landing. He emerged
    into the dim light of my bedroom, retying the sash of his
    robe and walked over to the bed. He looked down at me and
    said solemnly. “I need that ver’ much. I think my balls
    bursting.”

    I laughed out loud -he’d probably got that one from
    Steve, who always had a colorful way with words. Xui
    looked puzzled at my reaction, so I tried to explain that
    it wasn’t one of those expressions you used in polite
    company, finishing with. “Anyway, it usually means that
    you need a good jerking.” He nodded seriously and said in
    a small voice. “Perhaps,” I looked up sharply and was
    surprised to see tears forming in his eyes. “Hey, ol’
    buddy. What’s the matter?” I asked anxiously, thinking
    that I might have somehow upset him.

    But it was a classic case of homesickness brought on by
    too much alcohol. He was missing his family and friends
    back in Hong Kong -they had saved hard to send him to
    Europe and he hadn’t seen them for over three years. As
    he told me about his life in China and the friends he had
    left behind in England, I began to wonder just how I
    would have felt in his place. My years at college had
    included plenty of holidays and weekend trips back home –
    how would I have managed all those years of study in a
    strange land with a different culture and language?

    I saw Xui begin to shiver in the chill of the early
    morning, so I pulled the bedcovers aside and he slipped
    in beside me without any sign of reluctance or
    embarrassment. He was still upset, so I slipped a
    friendly arm over his shoulder and he lay back, slowly
    recovering from his depression.

    The feel of his slim body against mine began to have a
    strange effect on me. Steve, Jeff and I had been jerking
    partners since school and we still occasionally indulged
    ourselves -usually after frustrating evenings with our
    girlfriends – but it had always been a matter of seeking
    the brief pleasure of a quick relief, after which we
    would get on with something else. But this was something
    new – something deeper and strangely exciting. My cock
    had started to strain against the fabric of my boxers and
    I felt a strong desire to stroke Xui’s golden skin. I
    shifted up the bed slightly, as if I was making myself
    more comfortable, and slid my hand through the collar of
    his silk robe to cup his shoulder with my hand. He gave a
    long hiss and I felt him shudder at my touch.

    Thinking I had gone too far, I drew my hand away, but he
    gave me a sidelong glance and shrugged out of the robe,
    allowing me to explore his smooth back. I felt his hands
    move under the covers as he struggled to untie the sash
    at his waist and a rustling sound as he drew his robe
    apart. Eagerly, I threw the bedcovers to one side and
    Xui’s slim, boyish body was revealed, gleaming in the
    soft glow of the bedside light.

    He hadn’t lied when he said he wasn’t big, but his pecker
    peeped stiffly out from a halo of black hair like a small
    brown dart, with just a hint of his cockhead peeking from
    the shroud of his foreskin. One of my other jerking
    buddies in high school had been a black guy called
    Maurice and I had always been fascinated by the sight of
    the tight black curls, like wool, which covered his
    groin. Xui’s pubic bush was just as fascinating. The hair
    grew long and straight, fanning out from the root of his
    cock and forming a perfect nest for his ball sac.

    I would have liked to study it for longer, but by then,
    Xui had his own research in mind. He leant over me and
    hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts,
    drawing them down over my hips. I lifted my butt slightly
    and he slipped them down to my knees, giving a long drawn
    out “ho…oh!” of delight as my stiff cock sprang out of
    its cloth prison. “So nice, Mark. You are ver’ big boy!
    So nice!” He whispered, breathless with excitement. He
    wrapped a cool hand round my shaft and gave it a few
    experimental strokes, smiling up at me with a questioning
    look in his large almond eyes.

    I smiled back weakly and nodded. He could do what he
    liked now, there was no way either of us could have
    stopped -not that we wanted to. I lay back and closed my
    eyes and let my growing lust take over. His hands, his
    lips, and his tongue roamed incessantly over my aching
    groin. I started to writhe and groan softly in delight –
    this was something else! My hands caressed his smooth
    back until I could stand no more and I reached around his
    ribs, pulling him upwards.

    Xui understood and slid his supple body round so that his
    stiff little cock pointed straight towards my face. His
    nuts had drawn up tightly in their pouch into one single
    round ball, marked with a dark brown line down its centre
    seam.

    As I watched, his cockhead escaped from the confines of
    his foreskin and slowly expanded into a shiny, mahogany –
    colored mushroom. Slipping both hands round Xui’s slim
    waist, I grabbed both his butt cheeks and drew him
    towards my mouth, feeling the coarseness of his pubic
    bush against my lips as I engulfed him.

    I was conscious of a sweet, spicy smell, like an
    expensive aftershave and a thought flashed through my
    mind – had Xui carefully planned for this encounter? Not
    that I could have cared less -my lust had completely
    taken over and I kneaded his tight butt cheeks
    mercilessly as I slurped and sucked at his throbbing
    dick.

    It was all too good to last and I began to feel a
    familiar tingle announce my approaching climax. I tried
    to warn Xui by pushing gently on his head, but it was too
    late! My orgasm was so strong that it was almost painful
    as I felt my cum throbbing up my cock into his waiting
    mouth where I felt it bounce off his tongue like solid
    lumps. Xui’s prick had taken up the rhythm and moments
    later I felt his cockhead expand and I tasted the warm
    saltiness of his cumming. I had taken his cock so far
    back into my mouth that I gagged as stream after stream
    hit the back of my throat -dammit Xui will you never
    stop?

    At last it was over for both of us and we both lay
    recovering, both panting hard. Neither of us had thought
    of taking our mouths away from their treasures and I
    could feel Xui’s cock softening as I gently pressed
    against it with my tongue. With a sudden ‘plop’ his
    cockhead retreated back into its sheath and I playfully
    tickled at its puckered tip with my tongue, knowing that
    it would still be incredibly sensitive. Below me, a
    muffled giggle came from Xui as he retaliated by gently
    nipping my own cockhead with his teeth.

    We fooled about for a few minutes more as we came down
    from the high of our mutual climax. With a final sigh,
    Xui’s mouth gently slipped away from my cock and I felt
    the chill of the night air on its damp tip. I released
    Xui, gripping him softly with my lips as he slid away.
    There was a sudden rustle of sheets and Xui appeared at
    my side once more. The smile he gave me was soft and shy,
    with a gentle hint of enquiry, as if to say. “Was that
    good?”

    My smile in return must have conveyed my feelings for he
    snuggled up to me like a puppy and gently nipped my
    shoulder. I guess that we both must have fallen asleep
    like that, because the next thing I remember was the
    sunlight streaming through the open window and the sounds
    of a suburban estate coming to life outside. I reached
    out, but Xui’s slim golden body wasn’t there. He couldn’t
    have been gone for long, because his warmth still
    lingered on the crumpled sheets. I felt strangely
    disappointed but I knew that we would both make sure of
    more times together.

    That was nearly two years ago. Xui is back in Hong Kong,
    working for a large exporting company with many
    connections with the US. His regular emails still refer
    to the many sessions we shared together and we are both
    looking forward to his visit in a few weeks time. Apart
    from an occasional jerkoffs with Jeff and Steve, I
    haven’t had any other male experiences and have never
    sought any, but I’m getting a tingle in my loins and my
    cock has started to throb as I think of Xui’s boyish body
    beside me once again.

    THE END

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