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    A Night in Heaven – a Gay Sex Story

    21 May, 2018 (10:41) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    By Masuk (masuk@southcom.com.au)

    ***

    This all started about a year and a half ago. I had
    lost my first-ever boyfriend, and there is a saying,
    ‘the older they are, the harder they fall’. I had
    fallen madly in love with a Gay Asian Male (GAM), I
    visited his hometown where we had a wild week in a
    hotel and lots of sight-seeing, but when he came to
    Australia, my dreams were shattered when he found there
    were a lot more of us GWMs than in his home country,
    and he could pick and choose. I wasn’t the chosen one!
    (MM, asian, intr, oral, anal)

    ***

    In my despair, I drifted back to my home state, to see
    my aging parents, family and friends, and best of all,
    a new GAM friend who I’d met on the net, and we’d
    agreed that we console ourselves with each other’s
    company for a week. He kept irreverently referring to
    our liaison as the ‘June Bonk’.

    We had long discussions into the wee small hours,
    (amongst other things) and out of this came the
    suggestion – “instead of worrying about early
    retirement; why don’t you go and study again, and go to
    work in Asia amongst the people you like so much”. From
    this acorn of a suggestion, I started making enquiries
    the next morning, and could see the oak starting to
    sprout. The University said that they only ran post-
    graduate courses – go and see someone else. I was
    referred around the city, and eventually heard the
    suggestion I wanted to hear. “Yes, we run full-time and
    part-time courses in your subject. But if you live on
    the other side of the country, why don’t you do it
    there?”

    So I said my farewells to family and my “June Bonk”
    (who was a marvellous guy by the way), and started
    making enquiries nearer to home. No luck. The course
    was only run by one university, and that was 640km
    away. I took the bull by the horns, and enrolled – at
    some cost. After a short trip to Asia to ‘test the
    waters’ and possibly one or two very cute GAMs I met, I
    was fully convinced that Asia was the place I wanted to
    be in for the next few years.

    The study program involved moving home for six months,
    finding student ‘digs’, and settling down to a routine
    of up to thirteen hours of lectures and teaching per
    week, plus assignments, plus plus. I don’t need to
    remind you ex-students of the joys of this life. A big
    plus was that this city was full of very cute Asians.
    In fact whole parts of the city and suburbs were rows
    of Asian shops, theatres, restaurants, and more cute
    guys… It is soooo nice living in a multicultural
    society. <smile>.

    The big negative was that I am getting on in years, and
    I was in a strange new city. There were plenty of G & L
    clubs, pubs and restaurants, and my first few weeks
    were a continuous round of braving these places,
    putting up with the inevitable smoke, and viewing some
    very nice guys. It became obvious though, that there
    was an over-supply of GWMs and every cute GAM had a
    boyfriend very close by. They were a friendly bunch
    though, and my night was sometimes made when a cute
    Thai lad would give me peck on the cheek – probably
    thinking that this silly old bugger needed cheering up.
    Why is it that the Thai lads are so adorable and
    cheeky. Maybe someone already told them how nice they
    are.

    So the months wore on, and I took to advertising in our
    local Pink Board, an Aussie bulletin board for G&L
    folk. Occasionally one would see an advert come in from
    the USA or Asia, but it was mainly a local affair. Lots
    of guys ‘n gals seeking company, quite a few GAMs
    seeking a sugar daddy to help them through their
    studies and times of stress. Sometimes my plea for some
    company was answered, but they backed off on
    discovering my age. Bears don’t seem too popular
    amongst many of the GAMs.

    However, just to prove me wrong, I had a reply from a
    Japanese GAM. He too was feeling lonely, but he liked
    older guys and loved hairy chests. We met up, and had
    some nice meals and a great night which included a
    sauna, a romp and more sauna. We were very clean lads
    by night’s end. We met a few more times and then we
    drifted apart.

    My studies wore on, and I was feeling pretty lonely,
    especially as I was surrounded by Asian students in my
    digs, and some of these guys were quite active with
    their girlfriends, but there were no GAMs that I could
    tell. In desperation, I decided to put one more advert
    in the Pink Pages, and expected the usual silence.

    But to my surprise, a reply came in next day, from a
    country to the north of here (it is hardly likely to be
    south is it?) No penguin jokes please! This guy was
    very interested in older, chubbier, hairy guys and
    would I like to reply. Would I ever!

    Next came a photo of a cute looking but solidly built
    guy. We started off writing. Pages every day – you know
    how it is – What do you weigh? How long is yours? Are
    you cut? How many different guys? What are your
    hobbies?

    Tommy was obviously a very experienced youngish guy who
    had been seeing other men since he was in his early
    teens. He had studied in yet another country, and knew
    a lot of GAMs and GWMs there, and left me miles behind
    in experience. Our writing was mixed with rather
    expensive phone calls (always mine) and before long the
    subject of education and the Asian crisis came up. As
    most currencies had been devalued five fold, anyone
    saving to study overseas was in for a big shock when it
    came time to pay for air fares and University fees.

    It was tactfully put to me that I might like to assist
    a bit to ensure that Tommy could come to Australia. A
    big bonus of course was that he would move in with me –
    what more could a cold old bear want in the middle of a
    southern winter?

    Without thinking a great deal, and taking little heed
    of an American pen-pal’s warning about getting things
    in writing, I trundled off to the bank, and took out a
    lump of my retirement fund, and thence off to the
    University where I paid the course fee. The copy of the
    receipt was obviously faxed north, as an e-mail came in
    that night, telling me how absolutely happy everyone
    was, now that their son and heir could come here to
    study. Not only could he study here, but a house, feed,
    company – everything – would be provided. Oh joy , oh
    rapture.

    I was ‘interviewed’ on a chat line by an older sister,
    and deemed satisfactory. Even an Australian e-pal of
    Tommy’s e-mailed me with a list of questions. Obviously
    I passed muster, as within 48 hours, I was told that a
    visa had been issued and Tommy would be on the plane
    just a few days later.

    I had already moved apartment, and had chosen a place
    miles from where I was now working, trying to make ends
    meet. But it was convenient to Tommy’s proposed new
    University. New furniture was bought, a large fridge,
    cupboards, desk, food supplies. I was preparing my lair
    for my new cub.

    The big day arrived, and there I was, waiting at the
    airport. Eventually Tommy emerged from the customs
    area, and to my delight, he came over and gave me a big
    hug. We took off to a nearby motel room which I had
    rented for the night – complete with a nice bubbly spa
    bath. We stripped off, enjoyed looking at each other,
    then hopped in and scrubbed and soaped each other down,
    and lay in the luxury of each other’s arms while the
    water bubbled and steamed.

    We tried a few good tricks that night, and eventually
    woke, having had a memorable first night together. He
    had a smallish, bent cock, but we managed to match up
    after a few trial runs. A taxi took us to our new
    apartment, and we fell into each other’s arms and held
    each other tightly. I was so happy – a cute GAM who I
    could call my own, and I could help him with his
    studies and be a big daddy to him.

    **

    Sunday we went walking and exploring the district, and
    Monday we went over to the University and tidied up
    enrollment details and so-on. Sunday night and Monday
    night were repeats – plenty of action, lots of
    cuddling. I had a twinge of doubt when I asked him once
    again that his HIV tests back home were clear. He then
    told me that he had never had them, although this was
    opposite to what he had said earlier. He was sent off
    for tests next day, which luckily were clear. Because
    he was very small where the action was, he was unable
    to find a condom that would fit him, so we’d been
    unprotected.

    Tuesday early I had to return to work, and when I got
    home that night, I prepared a nice big dinner for the
    two of us. But no Tommy. The dinner got cold, I
    reheated it and ate mine. Tommy arrived home latish,
    having been at the library and gym and had already
    eaten. Oh well, good luck to him being so diligent I
    thought. I had a good massage and liniment rubbed on a
    painful shoulder of mine after a nice hug and a shower
    together.

    Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday – late arrival,
    already eaten. He didn’t offer to shower with me that
    night, and when we climbed into bed, he rolled over on
    his side and said he wanted to go to sleep early. I was
    a bit miffed, but shrugged it off. Obviously I was
    wearing the poor lad out. Next morning I asked if he
    was alright, as he was acting differently. He asked me
    if I could tell something had changed, I said that it
    appeared so, and then he dropped a bombshell – he had
    sex the day before with another guy, someone he had
    been e-mailing for a long time before we met.

    I didn’t mind too much, as we had agreed in our first
    letters that he was a randy lad and I could not keep up
    with him. Let him vent his excess ‘energy’ elsewhere,
    as long as he returned home safely.

    Thursday; Tommy did not come home for dinner, but
    phoned later in the evening to say he’d met two guys
    and was staying overnight with them. That was fine by
    me, but the bed seemed awfully lonely. Friday night I
    came home, and a note was on the desk. He was going to
    a gay disco with some friends and then would stay at
    their country cottage over the weekend and he would
    call me sometime. I felt left out of things, but there
    was nothing I could do. Another lonely night, and the
    same again on Sunday. Late Sunday night Tommy arrives
    home, happy to have been out in the country-side and
    seen some of the wild-life. I suspected nothing, and
    was happy that he was meeting new friends.

    Monday and Tuesday nights were late nights again. The
    poor lad was obviously working out hard in the gym and
    in the library. Wednesday I get a phone call at work.
    Tommy would be going to a gay disco that night and
    might not be home. I didn’t know it, but we had already
    spent our last night together in bed.

    No sign of Tommy except for another note left on my
    desk during the day.

    He would be staying with friends over the weekend
    again: I was getting really worried, I guess mainly for
    my own peace of mind. What was happening to my buddy,
    my cub, my companion? I started e-mailing and phoning
    around his friends. “Has anyone seen Tommy “? An old e-
    pal of his replied and said it was time I had a talk
    with Tommy. Eventually the dreaded phone call arrived.
    Tommy was at his friend’s country estate, and he told
    me he no longer loved me, and would be moving out as
    soon as possible. I couldn’t believe it: we had hardly
    known each other for more than a few days, and in spite
    of all the promises of being faithful to one-another,
    let alone a lot of other promises about sticking with
    me, I had been dropped like a hot brick!

    I just broke down and cried my eyes out. What a baby!
    The guy I’d put all my trust, faith and money into, had
    found another guy, and would shortly be arriving to
    take his things with him. A few hours later, a car
    pulled up, and my beloved Tommy emerged. We held each
    other tight and my eyes were running. I tried for a
    kiss, but was refused. I was told not to get too
    intimate. The penny started dropping. I had been right
    royally dumped, and the guy standing outside was my
    successor. Long live the King! Boy oh boy – was I
    pissed off!

    So all my hopes and aspirations were shattered as he
    walked out the door with his cases. The promise that
    the University fees would eventually be repaid fell on
    uncomprehending ears.

    Over the next few days, I started putting some facts
    together. Tommy had been in touch with a lot of guys
    before he had ever left his home country. He started
    meeting up with some of them almost immediately after
    he arrived. The night he went to the gay disco, he met
    another guy, and went home with him. This was the
    beginning of my end.

    Out of the blue an e-mail arrived from Tommy. It was
    formal and starchy. He felt that in view of our non-
    existent relationship, he should now call me ‘uncle’
    whenever he wrote to me. “Uncle!” I ask you! One week
    lovers in bed together, the next week bloody ‘uncle’. I
    couldn’t puzzle this one out.

    **

    Next morning I’m walking the final stage of my long
    trip to work. The new apartment was so bloody
    inconvenient for work – it was nice and close to the
    University though. The term ‘uncle’ kept going through
    my head. Then it dawned on me. In my desk drawer,
    tucked away in a file marked ‘personal’, there was a
    letter from an old boyfriend of mine overseas. I had
    asked him to come and live and study with me, but he
    wasn’t sure. He had replied to say he would love to
    come and live with me sometime, as long as I could pay
    all the airfares. In the meantime I had decided to
    bring Tommy to live and love with me. The letter was
    addressed ‘Dear Uncle’! Yep, you guessed it. Someone
    had been snooping through the mail, and obviously
    though that I was still going to bring my ‘ex’ to come
    and live with me.

    My next reply to Tommy casually mentioned that I had
    received another letter from my ‘ex’ who always called
    me uncle and that I had told him that someone else was
    already living with me. I’m sure he read between the
    lines and knew that I had realised that he had been
    going through my mail.

    In between my depression, melancholy, tears, an e-mail
    had arrived, reminding me that a social for GAMs and
    their friends was being held that night. Did I still
    want to come? I had no desire to hang around an empty
    room so full of unhappiness, so I grabbed a train and
    headed into town.

    The next stage was to catch a tram out to the
    restaurant, a well-know Thai eatery, run by some cute
    gays. As I got off the tram, my breath was taken away
    by a very handsome Asian lad who stepped off with me,
    but to my disappointment, he walked past the entrance
    and kept going. Then to my delight, he back-tracked and
    was obviously heading up the same stairs as me. I did
    the gentlemanly thing, and even commented on how
    pleased I was that he was coming inside. I was rewarded
    by a smile that melted my heart as I held the door open
    for him.

    Once inside we chatted awhile, I learned that his name
    was Chan. I was overwhelmed by this guy’s good looks,
    his English, his cute manners. We had a few drinks
    together, mixed a bit with the others, but I kept
    gravitating back to Chan, and then we were asked to be
    seated for the meal.

    I was sorry that he sat amongst a group of other Aussie
    men, and I thought that as with most GAMs, he already
    had a friend there. The rest of the evening was taken
    up by the group at my table. A really pleasant bunch of
    guys. Of course I had to sit next to the most gorgeous
    Asian guy, with his long black hair neatly tied off in
    a bow. We chatted happily throughout the evening, with
    occasional interruptions by his 6ft boyfriend – sitting
    on the other side of him.

    I stole an occasional glance over to the opposite
    table, where Chan was happily chatting to the guys
    there. He was sooo beautiful, I couldn’t believe it. I
    asked around who this cute guy was, and learned that he
    was a University student, and did not want to form a
    relationship with anyone just yet.

    The evening was over all too quickly, and I had a tram
    and a train to catch. I said my goodbyes, and said a
    special ‘goodnight’ to mister Handsome. Much to my
    delight, he rose from the table, and offered to see me
    downstairs. Wow – such courtesy! So we went downstairs,
    and I mumbled something about hoping I could see him
    again, and then he made my night – the whole year in
    fact. He reached over and hugged me, and didn’t knock
    me to the floor when I kissed him on the ear and told
    him how nice he was.

    He told me he hoped we could meet again soon, and I was
    off to the tram. The evening was full of mixed emotions
    – I had been dumped and told I was not suitable for
    Tommy, and here I was, hugged by a charming guy telling
    me that he hoped we’d meet again.

    The next few days were tough ones for me. I phoned one
    of the social club members to chat and I just burst
    into tears. He could sense I was pretty upset, and said
    wisely that I’d get over it. I asked if he had Chan’s
    e-mail address, which he did. I sent off an e-mail,
    telling Chan how much I had enjoyed seeing him and
    hoped we could meet again.

    Next day at work, I told the boss I was quitting. I had
    passed my Uni exam, and didn’t want to stay in the city
    any longer than I had to. I gave notice to my
    apartment’s manager, and started advertising all the
    things I had just bought. To my joy, Chan replied to my
    e-mail, and said he’d love to go out with me one night
    soon.

    **

    The next two weeks took forever to roll on. I worked
    off my notice at the office, I had sold most of my
    things and was now sleeping on the floor in a sleeping
    bag. I was gradually packing everything up, leaving the
    computer and phone for the very last. Chan phoned and
    we agreed to go out for dinner that night and then a
    sauna. I was over the moon at the prospects of seeing
    this delightful guy again.

    The old bomb of a car I’d bought off a cousin was going
    again, and I steeled myself and drove it into the city.
    I left in daylight in case anything should happen. It
    didn’t, and I had two hours to kill before the guy of
    my dreams was due to show up. Then an apparition
    appeared, all rugged up against the cold. He had been
    ill the previous week, but his smile didn’t show this,
    and lit up my heart completely.

    We had dinner at a nice little Asian restaurant and
    made polite conversation. I had to keep fighting off an
    urge to hold his hand or stroke his lovely pale skin
    with just the touch of downy hair showing on his arms.
    I was hoping that he’d not change his mind about going
    to the gay sauna. I hadn’t been there before, even
    though it was only a few streets from where I had been
    living in student digs, but I didn’t want to go there
    solo.

    To my great joy, after I had paid the bill, Chan asked
    me if I still wanted to go to the sauna – did I ever!
    We walked down the street, and I had to keep fighting
    this urge to hold his hand. Neither of were out to the
    community in general, so we had to be a bit
    circumspect.

    We walked into the sauna, and I joined up as a member.
    Chan was already a member, and he literally took me by
    the hand after we had disrobed and changed into towels
    only. He guided me up stairs, through various rooms,
    some showing gay movies, others drinking coffee, and
    past rows of cubicles, a gymnasium, shower rooms, and
    finally, a steam room. Chan led me in, and both of us
    took off our glasses as they steamed up. Through the
    mist I could see some guy come up and stand next to
    Chan. He started to move his hands over my new friend,
    and I was ready to move in and tell this guy to keep
    his hands to himself, but I realised that Chan was
    quite capable of looking after himself.

    Chan looked a cute demure lad in his street clothes,
    but wearing just a towel, I could see that he was well
    muscled, and had read his cv on his home page. Self
    defence was one if his many talents. When we showered
    together, I was further amazed. This guy was one very
    cute ball of muscle, and one of his muscles was a very
    healthy size! After Tommy’s caterpillar prick, it was
    nice to see a normal one again, snugly tucked away in a
    bunch of jet black hair.

    Chan asked where I’d like to go to next, and of course,
    I was aching to get my arms around this beautiful babe,
    so suggested we try one of the cubicles. We groped
    around in the semi-darkness and eventually found a
    cubicle that wasn’t in use and the door actually locked
    properly. We went in and laid our towels across the
    single bed, and lay down together. We hugged each other
    and then we kissed. Wow, I was in heaven. This lad
    kissed so nicely, and we both couldn’t get enough. We
    kissed eyes, lips, nose, nibbled on ears, I even licked
    his armpit which cause him to break up in giggles.

    Then I started to work down on him, and started on his
    nipples, but every so often, I would move up again to
    savour his sweet lips. He was just so beautiful, and
    even in the dim light, I could see his lovely Asian
    face smiling up at me while I feasted on his ears and
    whispered to my love. Chan told me that he wished we
    had met six months earlier. If only – it would have
    saved a lot of heart break and we could have had a lot
    of fun in that time. I started gently licking at his
    balls, and entwining my fingers in his lovely black
    pubic hair.

    Then I worked up his hard shaft, slowly licking my way
    to the top, then I slowly lowered my lips over his cock
    tip and then swallowed as much as I could. I worked my
    tongue around and around his tip, darting my tongue in
    and out of his piss hole. I could taste the sweet
    saltiness of his pre-cum starting to find its way out,
    and I couldn’t get enough . Chan was gently groaning,
    and I think I was making him happy. We traded places
    for a while, and he sucked me, then we tried a 69
    position and we fucked each other’s mouths.

    Eventually, the love-making got too much for the both
    of us, and I asked Chan if he would like to fuck me. He
    slipped on a condom, smeared lubricant all over, and
    gently entered me, with my legs in the air. It was such
    bliss. The guy I had fallen for in a few short hours
    and here he was, slipping his beautiful 6 inch length
    into me. I guess I was groaning with pleasure: Chan
    certainly was, and he started slipping in and out,
    faster and faster.

    We changed positions a few times, but ended up in the
    legs-up position. Chan was starting to make small
    groaning noises, and I could feel him speeding up –
    then he gave an almighty loud groan, and shot his load
    into me. I was rock hard, and wanting to release my
    tension too, but managed to hold on while he pumped
    everything into me. We cleaned up and went hand-in-hand
    back to the showers where I could admire his beautiful
    body again, and I helped him wash down.

    I was impatient for more. I love cuddling and kissing,
    and Chan was just the guy for me. We found another
    room, and moved in and I was given the most delicious
    massage. I didn’t ask if this was some ancient Chinese
    treatment or not – it was so relaxing, and knowing what
    a wonderful guy was doing this, I was again in heaven.
    We cuddled and kissed a lot more, and then Chan started
    jerking off over me. I helped him along and tweaked his
    nipples and sometimes surfaced for a kiss and a hug.
    His hand was working up and down his cock faster and
    faster. Eventually Chan gave another mighty groan, and
    shot his load over me. He hurried to clean up his mess,
    but I didn’t care a bit. I was blissful that the guy I
    adored had cum twice in one night, in me and on me. It
    was so cute.

    All too soon, the time came when we had to leave. We
    showered once again, while I admired the cutest arse
    and cock I have ever seen. I should mention that it was
    not only his body and cock that were a pleasure to look
    at. Chan had the most beautiful Asian face, and a smile
    that went straight to my heart. Maybe I already said
    that. He was cute!

    I dressed reluctantly and the two of headed out on to
    the street. It was midnight, and the happiest five
    hours of my life had just occurred. I took a photo of
    him and then went up the street a bit in the tram with
    my darling Chan, and then sadly watched him fade into
    the distance as his tram moved off.

    I haven’t seen him since, but his photo came back from
    the lab recently, and my heart did a lurch. It was a
    great shot, highlighting his charming smile and not
    giving a hint of the love, the strength and the charm
    that lay beneath. I sent him a copy, and he thanked me
    in the nicest way.

    Some might call this a one night stand. I call it much
    more than that. I call it “my night in heaven”.

    Please don’t ask for a scan, ‘cos there isn’t going to
    be one! That’s just between me and a wonderful guy.

    Post script: Tommy has written at last. He tells me he
    has broken up with “J”. I’ve never heard of him. He
    left me four weeks ago for a guy called “G”. Now he has
    a new address. Is this number four in his fifth week
    here? Who knows.

    He has more or less apologised for being a rat. Last
    week I wrote to the Pink Board people and asked them to
    put a warning out for guys who might be as silly as me
    and fall for this scam. I know of at least two other
    guys my age in this city whose Asian boyfriends are
    less than faithful to someone who has put money, love
    and time towards getting them here to study, and
    ensuring their future.

    Now I can understand why my USA friend insisted on a
    guarantee that if the guy he was sponsoring should run
    out on him, his passport would not be returned and his
    green card returned to US immigration. The small matter
    of repaying the total fees was also included in the
    contract. It seemed tough when I first read of this,
    but it is beginning to make a lot of sense now.

    The fruit of my studies seems to have paid off, and I
    have a job in Asia now. I leave soon, and there are
    some cute guys who I’ve met before, and they are keen
    to see me, and not just my wallet. I’ll be on local
    pay, so the wallet won’t have much in it anyway. I know
    these guys are more interested in true friendship and
    love than trying to immigrate and study overseas.

    Time will tell. In the meantime, Chan stands like a
    beacon in my memory.

    Who says East is East and West is West, and the twain
    shall never meet?

    END

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