Kevin Armstrong - Burmese Boy

Anyway, Adrian and I were making our way through the milling foyer of the Corus Hotel. “Hi Mr Kev” shouted the cute Philipino boy who presided over the bar.

Soon Adrian and I were delving into the huge shoppers’ paradise that is the KLCC mall next to Kuala Lumpur’s legendary twin towers. A world of swirling fashion, souvenirs, crusty jewellery and Swatch watches. We were passing Manhattan’s exclusive men’s store that had previously been pointed out to me by Chen my Chinese actor friend.

“I often shop there” he said nonchalantly, “They cater to the beautiful people” suggesting that I was not one of them.”

I noticed that Adrian had his eye on the shop.

“Godfather, do you feel like giving me a present?”

“Sure” I suggested hoping that it wouldn’t be a light weight Armani suit.

“You know Godfather, the briefs you took my cock out of… that’s one of two pair. The only ones I own.”

I immediately felt ashamed, we went into the store and I insisted on buying Adrian a dozen pairs of knickers. An older man standing at the counter grinned at me out of the corner of his mouth. On our way to Friday’s we were passing the Guardian Pharmacy and Adrian asked me if I had plenty of lube. This gladdened my heart. I already knew that the boy was into fucking from our time at Day Thermos but I didn’t want to count my chickens as the old cliché goes. I was further heartened when my Godson selected an economy size tube. The young Muslim woman at the till looked at us in askance.

Back in my room at The Corus Adrian was keen to get down to business. We undressed and I didn’t have to spend much time wanking and sucking his splendid black cock for him to get hard. I pondered for a moment whether he would be interested in trying out cock docking. For any straight guys or girls I’ll explain. Apologies to all you experienced gay boys who are well versed in cock docking. To begin, it’s best if you kneel on a bed (or sofa or etc.) facing your partner. It’s also best if both guys are hard but it’s ok if you are only half mast as they used to say in the classics. Both cocks are pointing at each other, heads touching. The guy taking the lead takes both cocks in his hands. He pulls his foreskin forward, opens up the lips and pushes it over the head of his partner’s cock. Then he proceeds to wank. During the docking the lead boy’s foreskin is not gliding over his own cock head but that of his boyfriend’s. Sorry to all you circumcised guys, but you really do need to be uncut to be able to indulge in cock docking. Cut boys can still enjoy the sandwich wank (please see an earlier chapter). However if you are cut then the good news is that you can still enjoy cock docking in a partial kind of way. Just find yourself a friend who is uncut and who, hopefully, has a fairly generous foreskin. Face your uncut mate either kneeling or standing, get yourself hard or semi erect. Your cocks are pointing at each other, heads kissing. Pull your friend’s foreskin forward, open the lips and insert your cock head. Now start wanking using the boy’s skin. Or let him do the manipulating. It may be even hotter if you have another friend present who can take charge of the docking. It is interesting to see who will cum first. In my experience it is usually the guy whose cock head is being “skinned” by his partner. However sometimes the wanker will cum first. On rare, delicious occasions both boys will cum simultaneously, mixing their juice between foreskins and heads. In fact you could say that the goal of good cock docking is for both boys to cum together. Like most things in life practice makes perfect.

Adrian and I decided to try cock docking. He was hard and I was semi-erect which helped in a way. He took my cock in his hand and nuzzled it against his own cock head. He opened up my foreskin and inserted his head between the lips. He then started to wank my skin over his own cock head. Adrian and I have foreskins of similar length. There is a kind of code which measures foreskin lengths in relation to cocks and I think we would both fit into the same category. After what seemed like a very short time I felt pressure building deep down in my tubes. I signalled to Adrian and he stopped wanking. I didn’t want the pressure to become irresistible, I didn’t want to blow my load just yet.

We rested for a moment. I fondled Adrian’s balls and he caressed my chest. “You have a beautiful body Godfather. Very firm, very hard… no sagging.” I was relieved and pleased at the assessment. Adrian jumped out of the bed and got us a couple of Tiger beers from the bar fridge.

After a short interlude of television my Burmese boy grabbed the lube tube and greased up his cock. I turned around and spread the cheeks of my arse.

“Put plenty of that up my hole with your fingers will you Godson? I’m very tight, like an eighteen year old.”

Laughing, Adrian smeared a liberal amount around my hole and then smeared his fingers. At first he gently explored the rim with the tips. Then he started to push the tip of one index finger into the hole. Already it felt incredible. He then pushed his finger further in, up to the first knuckle I estimated.

“You okay Godfather?”

In reply I pushed against his finger and he started to finger fuck me gently and I felt my tight muscles relaxing in a welcoming kind of way. Then Adrian pulled his finger out and came back at my opening with two fingers. He pushed them slowly into my hole and then spread them apart as much as he could or my arse muscles would let him.

I didn’t really reciprocate with my fingers because I already knew that Adrian was a strict top. He told me back in Day Thermos that he didn’t want to be fucked and he didn’t like cock sucking… although he loved having his own cock sucked. He told me that when he first tried sucking a friend some years ago “It didn’t taste good.” I figured that maybe his friend hadn’t washed properly and perhaps my Godson had tasted some cheesy smegma. I would never try to pressure my Burmese boy to do anything he didn’t want to do. Anyway Adrian was the best little fucker I’d ever come across so who was complaining? I don’t believe I’ve ever met any boy who loves fucking more than my godson. At any rate whenever I asked Adrian he would cheerfully kneel on the bed, spread his arse cheeks and show me his beautiful, dark Burmese opening. After several fucking sessions and we were really getting to know each other my boy was fine about not only displaying but letting me touch his lovely ring with my finger tips. However I’m getting ahead of myself so I must return to Adrian’s cock head entering me.

Using sign language my godson had indicated that he wanted me to lie face down on the bed.

“I love lying on your back, feeling all that lovely white skin Godfather.”

Adrian pulled back his foreskin and pushed his glistening head into my hole.

“That feel okay Godfather?”

I was touched by my godson’s gentle concern. Apart from the rather delirious feeling I had in my rectum muscles – as if they felt that Adrian’s cock head belonged there – there was a certain amount of somewhat diffused pain but I knew that it would fade away in a few moments. The boy then started to push the rest of his cock inside me until I had enveloped his whole seven and a half inches. I wonder, why is it that cocks have never gone metric?

Pondering this act of entering I’ve started to recall another occasion when a glorious young cock was making its way up my arse. This happened a long time ago in another place. Sponsored by the government Arts Council I had journeyed to Esperance, a wildly remote coastal town and port on the West Australian south coast. I had been commissioned to direct a production for the local amateur theatre guild. In a moment of loopy insanity, when the guild committee couldn’t make up its mind, I decided that we would produce the musical “Cabaret.” I was amazed when the committee, instead of pouring cold water on my idea cheered and one of the members started to pull celebratory beers out of an Esky. As the grog flowed I realized that they had only the haziest of notions about the challenges that lay ahead. How was I going to direct this celebrated edgy classic? I couldn’t even read music. Perhaps I would just quietly leave town and send the committee a note telling them I’d checked into an insane asylum.