The Friday night meeting with the casual friend from Taiwan ended later than planned. I was already late for my mahjong game and so hailed a cab hoping to make it to Jeffrey's place before 11pm to join in the second round.
As is my practice, I hopped into the front seat and sat beside the driver. Looking to his side I saw that he was a handsome guy in his 40s. He looked very trim. His tight-fitting tee-shirt accentuated his chiselled chest and flat abs. Glancing slightly downwards, I saw that he was wearing blue denim jeans that hung tightly to his slim legs.
Sensing that I was looking over at him, he turned to me smiling and asked, "why so late?" I told him
I had just finished a session with a casual friend from overseas at the hotel where he picked me up from. He remarked, "wow, talk until so late." I told him we did more than just talk and he asked, "what else you do? Got girls to go to hotel room is it?" I shook my head and said I don't like girls. Then he laughed and asked, "you like men is it?" I nodded my head and gave him a broad grin.
He asked me what I did in the hotel room. I said, "nothing really much, just gave him a blow-job." He turned to look at me in disbelief and said, "huh, you mean you suck for men?" "Why do you like to suck cocks?"
I told him I love sucking cocks and have been sucking since I was a teenager. Again he turned to face me and remarked, "I don't believe you!"
Then he went on to preach to me that man-to-man sex is wrong and is against Christian teaching. He said he was attending some lessons to be baptised at Easter. I knew immediately that he was referring to RCIA since I am also a Catholic.
In an effort to make him feel more comfortable, I started telling him about my struggles and how I often tried to reconcile my sexual inclinations with the teachings of the church, but to no avail. He told me the answer was celibacy and mentioned that he had abstained from sex for more than three years since his wife fell ill and became bedridden. We spoke about our struggles for the rest of the journey. Just as I was reaching my destination, I popped the magic question to him, "so, how do you cope all these years without any sexual contact?" He showed me his clenched fist and said, "I pleasure myself at least once every 3 or 4 days."
I told him having his cock sucked would be much more enjoyable than masturbating. He laughed and said, "no lah, I must remain faithful to my wife." But somehow, he got curious about my sex life.
I related to him what I did with the Taiwanese visitor whom I had just met in the hotel room, filling in all the juicy details of how I licked his balls and sucked his cock until he exploded in my mouth. As I related my story, he kept pressing his groin with his palm. I looked down and saw that he was sporting a massive hardon.
I pointed to his crotch and joked about it. He said, "how can not hard when you describe so well." Then I commented that he must be quite well hung judging from the size of the bulge in his tight jeans.
The male ego in him got the better of him and he began to boast about how huge his cock is. I asked him how he knew he was big. He explained that he used to bathe nude in his army days and the boys would compare sizes and he always won. He told me his cock was at least 8 inches long when fully erect.
I got naughty and told him that I didn't believe him unless I got to see it with my own eyes. Then, without saying a single word, he pulled his zipper down and took his erect cock out for me to see. "There," he said, "big enough?"
I bent over to his side and looking down, gave out a light gasp and said, "wow, it is indeed indeed enormous!" I took my Ikea measuring tape out from my bag and measured it - it was precisely 7.45 inches long. And it was very very thick. Without further hesitation, I bent over and took his massive cock into my mouth. My lips stretched over his velvety cock head. I heard him whispering, "I don't have much time."
Neither did I, so I began eagerly bobbing my head up and down as far onto his thick shaft as I could get. My right hand was wrapped around his 8" piece of meat, slowly stroking his shaft as my pursed lips sucked on his cock head, the tip of my tongue slurping away at his glans. After a few minutes he began pushing his hips upwards forcing more of his humongous cock into my mouth. I sucked on his erect cock as my tongue slobbered all over his cock. He held my head pushing it down. His cock head hit the back of my throat and at that instance, I felt his warm spunk hitting my throat as his cock twitched in my mouth. It was all over within 5 minutes.
That was one of my most memorable taxi ride. We met up several times after that night until one day he told me he felt guilty about having sex with me when his wife was sick at home. So we decided to stop having sex but still met up for meals and chit chat. Today, we are still friends.
As is my practice, I hopped into the front seat and sat beside the driver. Looking to his side I saw that he was a handsome guy in his 40s. He looked very trim. His tight-fitting tee-shirt accentuated his chiselled chest and flat abs. Glancing slightly downwards, I saw that he was wearing blue denim jeans that hung tightly to his slim legs.
Sensing that I was looking over at him, he turned to me smiling and asked, "why so late?" I told him
I had just finished a session with a casual friend from overseas at the hotel where he picked me up from. He remarked, "wow, talk until so late." I told him we did more than just talk and he asked, "what else you do? Got girls to go to hotel room is it?" I shook my head and said I don't like girls. Then he laughed and asked, "you like men is it?" I nodded my head and gave him a broad grin.
He asked me what I did in the hotel room. I said, "nothing really much, just gave him a blow-job." He turned to look at me in disbelief and said, "huh, you mean you suck for men?" "Why do you like to suck cocks?"
I told him I love sucking cocks and have been sucking since I was a teenager. Again he turned to face me and remarked, "I don't believe you!"
Then he went on to preach to me that man-to-man sex is wrong and is against Christian teaching. He said he was attending some lessons to be baptised at Easter. I knew immediately that he was referring to RCIA since I am also a Catholic.
In an effort to make him feel more comfortable, I started telling him about my struggles and how I often tried to reconcile my sexual inclinations with the teachings of the church, but to no avail. He told me the answer was celibacy and mentioned that he had abstained from sex for more than three years since his wife fell ill and became bedridden. We spoke about our struggles for the rest of the journey. Just as I was reaching my destination, I popped the magic question to him, "so, how do you cope all these years without any sexual contact?" He showed me his clenched fist and said, "I pleasure myself at least once every 3 or 4 days."
I told him having his cock sucked would be much more enjoyable than masturbating. He laughed and said, "no lah, I must remain faithful to my wife." But somehow, he got curious about my sex life.
I related to him what I did with the Taiwanese visitor whom I had just met in the hotel room, filling in all the juicy details of how I licked his balls and sucked his cock until he exploded in my mouth. As I related my story, he kept pressing his groin with his palm. I looked down and saw that he was sporting a massive hardon.
I pointed to his crotch and joked about it. He said, "how can not hard when you describe so well." Then I commented that he must be quite well hung judging from the size of the bulge in his tight jeans.
The male ego in him got the better of him and he began to boast about how huge his cock is. I asked him how he knew he was big. He explained that he used to bathe nude in his army days and the boys would compare sizes and he always won. He told me his cock was at least 8 inches long when fully erect.
I got naughty and told him that I didn't believe him unless I got to see it with my own eyes. Then, without saying a single word, he pulled his zipper down and took his erect cock out for me to see. "There," he said, "big enough?"
I bent over to his side and looking down, gave out a light gasp and said, "wow, it is indeed indeed enormous!" I took my Ikea measuring tape out from my bag and measured it - it was precisely 7.45 inches long. And it was very very thick. Without further hesitation, I bent over and took his massive cock into my mouth. My lips stretched over his velvety cock head. I heard him whispering, "I don't have much time."
Neither did I, so I began eagerly bobbing my head up and down as far onto his thick shaft as I could get. My right hand was wrapped around his 8" piece of meat, slowly stroking his shaft as my pursed lips sucked on his cock head, the tip of my tongue slurping away at his glans. After a few minutes he began pushing his hips upwards forcing more of his humongous cock into my mouth. I sucked on his erect cock as my tongue slobbered all over his cock. He held my head pushing it down. His cock head hit the back of my throat and at that instance, I felt his warm spunk hitting my throat as his cock twitched in my mouth. It was all over within 5 minutes.
That was one of my most memorable taxi ride. We met up several times after that night until one day he told me he felt guilty about having sex with me when his wife was sick at home. So we decided to stop having sex but still met up for meals and chit chat. Today, we are still friends.
