Gay Erotic Stories

By the time I arrived at the Suntec City Centre in downtown Singapore with Kelly, my assistant, it was eleven, a mere hour since the exhibition began, yet the hall looked packed to the brim. We queued patiently at the main entrance for the reception girls to print out our name tags, then were ushered past glass doors into the hall by a charming, petite lady outfitted in a traditional Thai costume. We were greeted by the sight and sounds of a bazaar-like scene of stalls and booths decorated by some of the most stunning fabrics I had ever seen. I caught a whiff of sandalwood. I turned and saw that the organizers had decorated beside a board that listed the names of participating companies, a table with tropical fruits and flowers, and the incense that had caught my attention. It was a nice touch, and I happened to like sandalwood.

We had flown in from Kuala Lumpur just for the exhibition. I have a home décor shop back home in Kuala Lumpur, thanks to my dad who gave me the blessings (and lent me the money) to branch out from our family timber business, which was boring me to death after five years. I sell home furnishings that make a home look like one, instead of a modern art gallery or the waiting area of an exclusive psychologist or dentist’s clinic, as was the look those days. I like the greenery of plants, solid wood, leather, Persian rugs and the ornate paintings and carvings on antique-looking Chinese and Indonesian furniture. These are the components that make up a timeless look for a home, and it will always find a niche in the market despite the fads like retro.

Kelly and I had decided we needed to expand our textile selection beyond pashmina, batik and silk fabrics due to increasing demand, and this exhibition featuring manufacturers and exporters from countries as far as Iran to Indonesia was something not to be missed. It was a big affair, and we only had three hours to browse through and collect names of potential contacts before rushing back to the airport to catch our flight home.

“There’s fifty of them, according to the brochure here,” Kelly said of the representatives participating. “So how do you wanna do this?”

“Let’s split, okay? I’ll do the second half. Call me if you finish your half first.”

“O.k. See you later.” With that she was gone, tossing back glossy curls dyed red.

I stopped at almost every single booth of my half. It was hard not to: the wares marketed were beautiful and I kept adding on samples and bulky catalogues to my backpack till it became heavy and full. Within the hour I was already shacked, and thought of calling Kelly for a quickie coffee.

“Can I help you with that?” a deep male voice spoke. I raised my head to see a man in a suit smiling down at me. I was bent and struggling with the extra load I was carrying with both hands, but I sneaked a peek at his tag. His name was Aseem.

“Would you, please? Thanks.”

He led me to a booth where there was another guy who was sitting explaining away a particular textile to a potential buyer. We dumped my stuff onto another table and I heaved a sigh of relief. I smiled in gratitude when Aseem poured me a coffee from a thermos.

“Hey thanks, Aseem.”

“You’re welcome, Ashley.” We both laughed a little at the name-tag thing.

We sat and chatted, during which I discovered he was from Bombay, and the other equally cute guy was his cousin, they were two of four partners in their business. I told him where I was from and why I was in Singapore briefly. He told me he was in K.L just the previous week.

“And I missed you? Shit!” I laughed, before catching myself, realizing the remark could have passed for a flirting line. Aseem didn’t seem to mind, he just joined in the laughter.

After a while I began to suspect I knew why. He did not take much of his gaze away from me, and when he spoke he kept leaning close to my ear even though the din created by both buyers and other vendors alike was not all that bad. I sat riveted in my chair, mesmerized by his voice and accent, and the way he continued to look at me even after he had finished his sentences. I could not take my eyes off him either. Behind his glasses he had dark intense eyes, and I loved the way he smiled, curiously, as if trying to figure me out. I do not even remember most of what we talked about, but I do remember jumping out of my chair when he said he needed to bring down some stuff from his room at the Marina Mandarin Hotel across the street, and asked if I would help him.

“Of course,” I shrugged. I think I caught his cousin winking at me and nodding his head as we squeezed past his table, but I am too sure.

“Do you have a wife or girlfriend in Kuala Lumpur?” Aseem asked in the elevator as we rode to his room.

“No,” I shook my head. “It never works out. Maybe I should try guys for a change,” I laughed.

It was all the confirmation he needed. The ball was in his court, and Aseem responded to my jest by taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. “Try this,” he whispered. Our arms circled around each other, and we kissed tenderly, lingeringly. A sweet prelude to what was coming next.

We resumed kissing for a while right after he closed the door to his room. His mouth tasted nice. I sucked on his tongue gently as he slowly began to unbutton my shirt. The back of my mind was going “Hurry”, I could hear the faint ticking of a clock, and Kelly’s red hair kept popping into view when I closed my eyes. Finally I broke away from our kiss to switch off my mobile phone; Aseem did the same with his. We undressed ourselves in silence, fingers caressing and discovering each part of flesh that became newly exposed. When we were both naked, I glanced into the mirror opposite us and was startled at how similar we were in build: Same height, same thickness in arms and legs, we even had the same short curly hair. Our torsos were sprinkled with about the same amount of curly hair around the chest and towards our cocks. I bent down to check out his hardened member, which was where our similarities ended.

He had a cock of my favorite cock-color, a rich mahogany brown at the base, which lightened towards the well-rounded knob of the head. It was thicker than mine, and more veined. I would put it in the “fat cock” category as the thickness was more than proportionate to the length of about 6.5”. It was a truly thick penis. Gingerly my protruded tongue tasted the head, flicking it in upwards strokes as I held the base firmly. I looked up at Aseem to check for his reaction before proceeding further. His face was filled with total lust. So greedily but steadily I crammed my mouth with his tool, being sure to suck it really hard despite its difficult thickness. An appreciative moan escaped from Aseem.

“Oh please, suck me like that Ashley…yes… that’s good…”

We climbed onto the bed and I resumed my attention on him. I could barely control myself as I sucked him, pumping the cock hungrily into my mouth while I kneaded the fleshy sacs of his balls. I tried to suck them both, but could get only one into my mouth at a time. He thrashed about a little every time I turned my attention to his balls, his hands on the back on my head pulling me closer to him. I kept alternating his cock with his balls, loving them with furiously hard licks and suction. I could had spent hours lying there on my stomach, my face buried between his thighs, but the time constraint turned us into insistent lovers, so that even while I suck him my hands were exploring his torso, feeling his chest and nipples. We were lovers in a hurry, making love as if the world was ending and this was our last time. I positioned myself above Aseem so he could pleasure me too. I had to stop sucking him as I writhed in intense pleasure every time he rubbed a finger around the tight sweaty hole of my arse.

“Put your mouth back on my cock, darling.”

“I can’t,” I moaned. “Your fingers are too good. It feels too fucking good.”

“You like that, huh? You like it like this,” Aseem breathed, poking in a finger gently. He licked my balls slowly as the entire finger slicked smoothly in.

“Oh fuck, Aseem!” I protested. I wanted to spend forever sucking his tasty cock; totally convinced in that moment of lust we belonged together because his cock fit in so well into my mouth. It obviously belonged in there. But his finger was driving me nuts, the intense pleasure it was creating distracting me.

I peeled his hands off my butt and turned around to face him. We kissed madly, our tongues fighting to suck each other. The electricity between us was amazing. I had never felt this much passion for a one-day stand. When we kissed it was hard to let go, I wanted to linger for a long time in his arms. And my lips were not just glued to his mouth; they were exploring and showering affection all over his face. I kissed each of his closed eyes, his nose, his cheeks; I nibbled his chin and the lobes of his ears. I rested my lips on his forehead, and sighed contentedly as he took my cock in his hand and began to jerk it off for me. We were by now sweating profusely, the sheets sticking to our bodies as we threw our slippery bodies around the bed as we devoured each other in a variety of positions.

We did a nipple sixty-nine, something I had not done in ages and had even forgotten I liked, but was pleasantly reminded when we eventually stumbled into the position. I licked him furiously all over his pecs, teasing his dark nipples with fast little strokes of my tongue, nibbling and sucking on them: it was mind-blowingly good. As with his cock, I could had stayed there for a long time, because Aseem himself was generous with the attention he was giving my chest.

“We have to go soon,” I panted. “But I can’t let you go.”

“Of course not. We’re not cumming yet.”

“No, I don’t mean that! I mean I like it like this with you, I want to stay here with you, at least for the night,” I explained. “But I really have to go soon.”

Aseem let out a deep throaty laugh. “Of course darling. I’ll fuck you and then we can both go.”

“Do it now,” I pleaded. I was cursing myself inside. I had never felt so torn. It was not like me to rush through any sexual encounter, much less with someone like Aseem who was so fucking hot. But Kelly was waiting, and so was Aseem’s cousin I was sure, and I had to get on that plane bound for home later that afternoon.

“Not now. I’m not done with you,” he murmured languidly as he continued to caress my chest with his tongue, his lips, and the stubble of his chin, shutting me up with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck man, you are so fucking good doing that, Aseem,” I moaned helplessly.

“I want to fuck you, but suck me off again first, Ashley,” Aseem said.

I wasted no time and simply crawled further until our cocks met and became locked into hungry mouths. My mind was washed away of all the previous urgent thoughts by the way Aseem was lifting his butt off the bed and pumping his cock deep down my throat. After a while we fell to our sides where it was easier to sixty-nine. I grasped his thick cock and held it away from my face while I licked and sucked again those balls that I loved. Aseem’s suction on my cock doubled as I licked his fleshy nuts then dived my head further between his legs to lick that sensitive area between the balls and his arse. That caused him to suck me so hard and pump his cock even more rapidly into my mouth, that he was making me moan audibly even though I had my mouth full of cock.

My eyes were shut tightly as I struggled to cope with the intense pleasure coursing wildly through my body, both from Aseem’s incredible sucking and his relentless feeding of thick juicy man-meat into my insatiable mouth. Lost in the incredible lust, I could not bring myself to pull away even though I was cumming, and a stream of jizz flowed out from my cock straight down Aseem’s burning throat. At the same time his pumping of cock into my mouth turned into shorter but even more rapid strokes, and before I knew it I was returning the favor by swallowing his cum which for a moment was gushing out like tap water. It was thick and tasted so good that even after he was done I was licking his still-hard cock, to be sure there was not a single wasted drop still on him.

“That was nice,” I allowed myself to admit when we had both caught our breath.

A lot of things went through my mind when later we rode the elevator down the hotel and rushed back into the exhibition hall, one of which was where the hell was I ever going to encounter someone to match Aseem. Maybe I will never meet anyone like him ever again, and he is destined to stay in my memory for a long time as one of the better casual lovers I had had. Another thing was to explain to Kelly that she was boarding the flight to Kuala Lumpur alone. I would rejoin her there only the next day. I was thinking maybe I would just tell her I wanted to stay another day for the exhibition to pursue a quotation, contract or whatever.

“I’ll see you later at seven?” Aseem sought confirmation to settle unfinished business before we parted for different directions: me to meet Kelly, him back to his booth.

“Dinner first, or…” I trailed, indecisive.

“What do you think?”

“Let’s get your screwing me over with, then we’ll go for dinner,” I suggested. “We’ll have a better appetite after a good fuck anyway.”

“Good,” Aseem smiled. I looked at him for a moment, and for a while had to resist the urge to grab his face and kiss him hard. Then we both turned and walked away.