Kevin Armstrong - Burmese Boy

Now Helmut moved towards me and put his still half-mast cock in my hand.

“Feel that. You can pull the skin right over the head, let go and it will slide slowly back.” He looked at me. “You reckon I’ve got too much?”

“What?”

“Skin ya dork!” He laughed and started to pull my cock. Tony was watching avidly.

“No, no!” I stuttered. “It’s just perfect.”

“Well I can hardly go to the barber and ask him to shave a bit off can I?’ he laughed.

By now his cock was fully erect and I could have sworn that the head was getting even bigger. It was massive. By now I’d heard that at Army Cadets some of the older boys shoved their cocks up each other’s bums. It was said that it might be OK to do this if there were no girls around. I wondered if Helmut would ever be able to get his huge helmet inside my opening. I shuddered.

By now we were wanking each other enthusiastically. Tony had moved even closer so he could get an eyeful. I could see that he now had a tent like shape jutting out the front of his shorts and I felt sorry for him. But then I was also enjoying the luxury of having such a huge amount of loose, thick skin in my hand. In fact Helmut had become so big that I was now able to use two hands.

Helmut reached out towards the younger boy. “Just take your dick out of your shorts and your mum will never know.” But Tony shook his head and stepped back out of reach.

Helmut and I came almost simultaneously and we squirted our white jets over each other’s cocks.

All through the summer Helmut and I wanked on Wednesdays in the swampland and Tony tagged along to watch. To add variety Helmut and I started to masturbate (I’d just discovered that word in my dad’s dictionary) above and below the surface of the pond. For the first time I came under water and it felt incredible. Although I was still missing Jason I was very proud that I had such a magnificent cock to tug on.

At last autumn fell but we were still wanking on most Wednesdays. However one week I was walking home along the bushtrack without Helmut, but young Tony was still tagging along. Helmut had been away from school for a few days and his mum had sent in a note to say he had asthma. One of the bullies put it about that he was actually suffering from chronic wanking.

Anyway, on this Wednesday in autumn it was still stifling hot so I decided to cool down at Bitter Pools anyway. I took my clothes off and stepped into the gloriously cool water. This place had a bad reputation. It was said that huge leeches would attach themselves to your legs and drain all of the blood out of you. Well we never had any trouble. Maybe the leeches were not attracted by the flavour of our particular blood types. After I’d sloshed about a bit I stepped out of the pool. Even although Helmut was absent I still had a raging hard on and I noticed that Tony couldn’t take his eyes off it. I was drying myself with my towel when the boy moved towards me. He took my cock in his hand and started to wank it. He was pretty expert and had obviously learned a great deal from watching Helmut. I was astonished… it felt so sexy, so exciting, me standing naked in the bush being pulled off by a boy dressed in his school uniform complete with tie! I would have to recommend it to Helmut. When my head started to bulge and I felt the intense pressure building I turned slightly so that my cock was pointing away from the boy. If he’d gone home with his uniform splashed with cum his mother would have had a heart attack.

TEXT MESSAGE: “I miss you godfather. I need you in KL.”

TEXT MESSAGE: “I miss your ass godfather, your loving godson and refugee boy.”

TEXT MESSAGE: “Where are you Godfather?”

TEXT MESSAGE: “I want your male pussy Godfather. Luv and kisses, your godson.”

The text messages were becoming more and more frequent. I knew I had to return to Kuala Lumpur.

I soon found myself flying in to Kl early in the evening. Chen my young Chinese friend was waiting for me at the airport. I’d arranged to go out to Puchong and stay with him in his town house overlooking Lake Sinister. Of course I was desperate to see my Burmese boy again but Adrian was tied up for a couple of days working on his rather mysterious business. I wondered; I’m considering spending the rest of my life with my cute godson and I still don’t know what these “commissions” are all about? Anyway, we were to meet up in a couple of days at the Corus Hotel and I couldn’t wait. Also, Chen wanted my help with a movie treatment he was working on. An insane action adventure loosely based on the classic film Bullitt.

The following night Chen and I were out on the town with the film director friend he was working with on the action movie. It was dark and it had been raining. We were walking down the sidewalk of a street that wasn’t very far from the Petronas Towers. It was a thoroughfare lined with restaurants and bars. I was innocently strolling along when it seemed as if I’d stepped into nothingness. I crashed downwards and would have fallen into a gaping storm drain if I hadn’t been grabbed in the nick of time by Chen and the movie director. I learned afterwards that these open drains are all over KL. The porcelain gratings that are supposed to cover them are often broken or have been stolen. Nobody ever bothers to replace them. I’d learned my lesson.

Nothing was broken but I felt shattered and totally exhausted. Chen drove me back to Lake Sinister where I rested for a couple of days. Then I was due to go into the Corus Hotel to be with Adrian. Chen tried to get me to rest some more – my body had been severely jarred and I certainly wasn’t ready for fucking just yet.

“Who said anything about fucking Chen?”

My friend and soul partner gave me a withering look.

The great day finally came and after two hours of solid fucking my godson finally decided to have mercy on me. My body hadn’t fully recovered from crashing into the drain. Besides, I couldn’t help making these groaning sounds which wouldn’t have been all that attractive.

The following day I was touched when Adrian showed me a small album of photographs. There was his young sister who did manicuring in a beauty parlour in Kuala Lumpur. And there was his mother in a village Burma (or Myamar as it is now called) with members of the extended family. I recalled the time Adrian had first shown me his official Malaysian refugee card. He was very proud of it. He had left Burma when his village was bombed and militants were threatening to shoot all the young men. For the moment my godson seemed very happy to be in KL. I sometimes think that Australians imagine that all the refugees in the whole world want to seek asylum in our country. Well, I guess most of them do. However there are others like Adrian who are quite happy where they are. During our burgeoning relationship I’d asked him a couple of times if he’d like to come to Australia with me. I wasn’t sure how that could work but I’m an optimist and I reckoned that gay marriage was just around the corner. My Burmese boy would look at me enigmatically.

By the following day my body had just about fully recovered and Adrian and I could enthusiastically get on with our fucking. I told my godson that because of his wonderful seven and a half inches it was still hurting me a bit in the beginning – especially if Adrian started to thrust wildly. He would appear to collide with something that felt like a wall in my arse and it was rather painful. However I’d been doing some research on this. I’d read a book on anal sex. The author said that most of us imagine that our back passage is straight – but this is not the case. It’s more like an S bend. He recommended the best way to get the muscles relaxed and the S bend opened up was for the bottom to have his body in a kind of right angled position in the early stages of the fuck. This made sense because I think I’ve mentioned previously in this journal that Adrian’s favourite position was for me to lie flat out on my stomach and for him to lie on top of me.