Personality: Ittiporn Korwanichakul

I love pubes especially those that are thick, bushy and wiry.  Here is famous Thai model, Ittiporn Korwanichakul, showing off his pubes.  Glad he hasn't shaven his pubic hair but has left them natural and beatifully so.

Photos: Men with Bulges

Here are some photos of men caught in embarassing situations with bulging erections beneath their tight fitting pants that will not go unnoticed. No faces shown now with the strict PDPA regulations, but you can just imagine what these men look like.

Snapped a quick shot of this middle-aged guy sitting at the reception area of a banking chamber in town.  He had his eyes on an e-reader and I couldn't help thinking what sort of erotic material he could be reading to end up with such a bulging erection beneath his pants.  Sadly nothing happened.  His cue number was flashed and off he went to the counter to be attended to.  I would have gladly attended to his more primal needs.

Saw this young 30ish lad at a shopping centre.  First saw him with a girl sitting together at Baskin Robbins at Northpoint.  After they finished eating, the girl walked towards the female toilet.  He entered the male toilet and I followed him.  He stood at the last urinal with his body slightly turned away from my view.  I stood 2 spaces away from him but was not urinating.  I kept watch over him. After he had finished peeing, he shook his dick which apparently had become hard again and that was when I got to see his dick.  It was long and thick.  He noticed me eyeing his dick and asked me, "you like to see is it?"  I replied, "I like to see but also like to play with it."  He gave me his hp number and we met up several days after that.  When we met, I got to do more than just look.

This guy was frolicking in the park with his friends - a mix of girls and boys when I noticed that he was sporting a huge bulge in his pants.  Nothing else happened but I was really enjoying the eye candy - handsome face, fantastic bod and a huge bulge.  He sure made my otherwise boring day.

This guy whom I know through work visited me at my office and because it was raining heavily, he decided to stay and chit chat for a while.  I couldn't take my eyes off his bulge.  It was so distracting. Am thinking of a way how I could get into his pants some day.

A top-notch social worker/counsellor from Hong Kong who was in Singapore to conduct several workshops for people in the sector just a few months ago.  He caught me staring at his crotch after he came out from the toilet.  After the workshop, he asked if I like to have dinner with him.  After dinner, he invited me to his suite at Swissotel.  Finally in the room I got to see and touch the forbidden fruit that he was hiding in his pants the whole evening.

Trivial Pursuit: A Memorable Session with Ex-boyfriend

This month marks the 9 month anniversary of my breakup with my Thai boyfriend.  We parted amicably and today we are still friends.  He still meets me whenever I visit Bangkok and we had sex couple of times after the break up and we still enjoy each other's company.  No photograph showing his face as he is a celebrity and people will recognise him.  Even his dick is recognisable as it is uniquely large for an Asian with a thick vein running right down the top.  He is a romeo and I am sure all those pretty Thai models and beauty queens who were laid by him will remember and recognise his dick too.  

Anyway, here is a story of one of our most memorable sexcapades while his wife was away on a business trip. This took place in one of Bangkok's top hotels several years back:

"Amateur," it was half-question and half-challenge.   Tosh glanced away from the Thai X-rated movie on the television and looked at me as he answered, "yes, I think you are an amateur."

"No way I am not an amateur bottom,” my expressed a combination of fake pout, fake insult, and genuine amusement.   "If you say so," Tosh replied, turning back towards the television.

"I've had my fair share of dick - you should know, mister friend with benefits," I lightly kicked Tosh, trying to get his attention again.

Tosh looked across to me, sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch.  'Looks like we'll be finishing the movie another time,' he thought. The Thai businessman had been friends with me for about a year now, when he ran into me, at a company function at that time.  It was at a New Year's eve gathering where we first met.  The "benefits" had started that same night, and he was definitely familiar with my appetite when it came to men. He smirked in response, "I didn't say you were a virgin. Just that you can't take it for the long haul."

I retorted, "okay, what would it take, in your opinion, to not be an amateur?"

'This should be fun,'  Tosh said aloud.  "Hmmm... two hours.  If you're not an amateur, you should be able to bottom for two hours without whining about it."

"Two hours," I glared at him, annoyed at having my abilities questioned and debating in my mind whether or not I should take up the challenge.  A Cheshire grin indicated that he was game for me to take up the challenge. "Okay," my entire demeanor indicated that I was aiming to win as I couldn't resist a bet.   "Two hours. Blow jobs included?"

Tosh shifted a little, his pants suddenly feeling a bit tighter. "Sure, but not too much. It's about bottoming, not a hot dog eating contest."

I laughed at his joke, before I turned my body so that I was sitting upright. Leaning forward, I crawled between his legs and began playing with his zipper. "Let me know when you've had enough of my mouth."

Tosh leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, looking forward to the easiest bet he'd ever made. Literally, heads he would win...and he'd be winning tail too. He watched as his pants were undone and pulled down, exposing his expensive Derek Rose boxer-briefs underneath.

I pressed my mouth to the blue fabric, nudging into the hardness it concealed. I looked up, smirking as I took the waistband in my teeth and slowly pulled them back, revealing my prize and a favorite toy - Tosh's cock. It popped up, smacking me in the jaw before landing on Tosh's stomach with a smacking sound.   It throbbed as it continued getting bigger and harder.  I reached out and ran my tongue along it, from base to tip along the thick veiny shaft. Taking it in my hand, I licked the tip like a lollipop for a couple of minutes before sucking it in, between my lips.

I looked up at Tosh as I licked the head with the tip of my tongue.  When Tosh opened his eyes, I maintained eye contact as I sucked hard and pressed down, very slowly making the thick dick disappear inch by inch into my mouth. Tosh watched, partially enjoying the show and somewhat suffering from its teasing.  But he resisted the urge to pump his hips up, forcing his cock in sooner. His patience paid off when my lips finally made contact with the base, having engulfed his meat entirely.  Tosh shut his eyes and sighed with contentment as he ran his fingers along the back of my head.  He always does that to show his appreciation for a job well done.  I heard him moaned lightly, the sound causing vibrations up and down his pole, especially the head which was firmly buried at the back of my throat.  I could feel it flex inside my mouth as Tosh began a light pumping motion, trying to cram more his cock even further into my oral cavity.

I placed my hand flat on Tosh's hip, preventing him from thrusting too deeply down my throat and gagging me - yes his organ is huge and thick.   Instead, I began sliding my mouth up and down his fully erect cock, building up speed until I worked my way up to "full blowjob mode",  as how Tosh would describe it.   He knew that I could lose track of time and the world when I am fully engaged in the act of giving head.  With a cock in my mouth, everything else around me becomes lost to me except the cock running in and out of my mouth.   And not that he minded one bit ... in fact, he rather enjoyed the fruits of my labour.

At that moment, I was in fact becoming  lost to the world; the only thing that existed for me was the taste of Tosh's heavy meat on my tongue and the musky scent emanating from his pubes, infiltrating my nostrils.  I didn't stick with any technique for very long; for a few moments I would have the head between my lips while playing my tongue back and forth, then I would be deep-throating the entire piece of meat.  Occasionally I pull off and give the shaft a good tongue-bathing, along with his heavy nuts below.

A while passed with Tosh stretched out, head on a pillow, enjoying my oral ministrations between his legs. Opening his eyes, he noticed the clock and saw that a half of an hour had passed.  Reaching down, he ran his fingers through my hair...then gripped it and pushed my face down, burying his cock in my mouth and grinding his hips up for a moment before holding my face and pulling his cock out from my mouth.

"Time to switch, it's been a half hour already," Tosh said with a wink.  I nodded as I stood up. "Okay, let’s switch.  My jaw was getting a little sore anyway from sucking your big cock."

"Hate to break it to you. but something else is about to get a lot more sore," Tosh replied, untangling his feet from his jeans and underwear as he stood up.

"I can’t wait much longer," I responded and then bounced off, disappearing into the bedroom.  His shirt landed on top of his jeans and underwear, his raging hard cock bouncing in front of him as he made his way to the bedroom as well.

He came to a halt upon entering the room.   I had already removed my clothing and was lying down on the bed.  I had changed into a pair of jock strap.  I was propped up on the pillows with my hands crossed behind my head, legs spread out wide open, invitingly.   I lifted one leg into the air, exposing a bare butt cheek.  “Hope you like what you see, Mr Tiger.”

Tosh needn’t have to answer that question.  His already-hard manhood throbbed, becoming impossibly harder said it all. "I think I hate you," Tosh growled with a fake glare. I lowered my foot back down to the mattress and then brought it back towards my hip, my knee up in the air.  The movement exposed a hint of bare ass and crack, nestled between the mattress and the white pouch of the jock-strap which was straining from my own hard-on. "You know you love it."

Tosh ignored me and closed the distance from the door to the bed. Lifting my foot again, he gave a firm swat to the uncovered cheek. "Maybe," he grinned. I flinched a little from the swat before returning the

grin. Wresting my foot free, I placed it against his chest and gave a light push. Obligingly, Tosh fell onto his back, sprawled across the mattress. I pounced, landing on top and straddling him, began to rock my body from side to side on my knees.  Smiling broadly, I asked,  "how do you like it Tiger?"

Shifting my weight, my ass made its way back until it made contact with something hard; Tosh's cock was quickly nestled against my butt like a hot dog in a bun. Slowly, I began moving my hips, so that the tip of his dick slid up and down the crack of my ass, slowly at first but with a slightly increasing speed and firmness. Tosh gave out a slight moan when he felt his cock head nudge up against my hole, before sliding back up again. Once again, his cock brushed against the entrance into my ass, over and over, each time a little longer.  I moaned as well, causing him to open his eyes again. I was sitting atop Tosh, rocking my body, grinding my bums hard on his erect pole.  Eyes closed and head tilted back, I was biting my lower lip with pleasure ... a pleasure which was also evident by the stretched out material of my jock-strap pouch.   Tosh ran his hands up along my thighs and reached further back, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand.  I pushed back harder, enjoying the feeling of his hardness...and the tip of his cock, placed at the entrance to my boy-cunt.   I sighed and ground down and with a light push downwards, I could feel his  cock head entering inside me as he pushed his hips upwards.  Tosh squeezed my ass in his hands, preventing it from moving away from his body.  I lowered my body down against John's, nuzzling my face into his neck. "Oh god, how does your dick always feel so damn good?"  I groaned while tightening  my sphincter muscle, causing it to squeeze his still-embedded tip; it was so tempting for Tosh to grab my hips and impale my hungry anal orifice, giving me what I needed.   Tosh obliged me by sliding the head in and out a few times before withdrawing.   He tugged my face up and kissed me deeply. "Get the condoms and lube, I can’t wait to fuck your tight boy-cunt."

I rolled off and over to the edge of the bed and rummaged through the drawer.  Tosh sat up on his knees and moved behind me, waiting. When I found what I was looking for, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back, so that I was on my hands and knees. Leaning forward, he took the condoms and lube...all the while grinding his hips against my buttocks, eliciting a soft moan from me.   Settling back, Tosh opened the lube and drizzled some of it down onto his cock.  Then he let his lubricated erect pole slide back and forth between my thighs, spreading the liquid along my crack. He smacked his meat against my hole a few times before allowing it to rest there for a moment; there was a heat that came from my ass that Tosh loved to feel against his hand, and especially against his cock. Teasing, he nudged my anal entrance and watched as I gripped the sheets a bit and shifted his hips up, eagerly waiting to be mounted. 

The sound of tearing and some rustling filled the room, and then silence...followed by a yelp as Tosh popped the head and first inch of his dick into my tight hole. He knew that the yelp was more surprise than actual pain.  I loved being filled, and Tosh was willing to oblige. Back and forth, he ran the first inch or so in and out, pulling out until he could see the rim of his cock head before burying the shaft again. My toes curled up against his calves, signaling my enjoyment.   My fingers gripped into the sheets as Tosh thrust forward, slowly sinking inch after inch of his thick cock into my hungry boy-cunt.  The shaft was thick with a huge bulbous head that really can fill up the emptiness in me .... this is one of several reasons why I loved bottoming for Tosh.  "Oh my gosh, it feels amazing,"  I whimpered out loud more than once. "It keeps stretching me out while you're still filling me up...drives me crazy for your cock."

Tosh watched as I repeated those words over and over as my fingers entwined into the sheets and the muscles of my back and shoulders flexed with pleasure.  I curved my back down, towards the bed, causing my bums to point up as I pushed them back, trying to force myself onto Tosh's erect cock, half of which had already disappeared inside of me.  Tosh placed his hands on my cheeks, preventing any further movement backwards. Spreading my cheeks apart, he began moving back and forth again, loving the sight of his cock being swallowed by my hungry hole, feeling my bums pushed back tight against him, eager for more.  There were only a couple of inches left; so he moved his hands up to my hips and gripped them before giving a hard thrust forward, burying the last of his thick meat inside.  My shoulder dropped to the mattress, face pressed to the pillow, mouth open, as I yelled out, "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me, harder, harder …”

"Okay, baby, here it comes," Tosh replied.   I turned my head back so that I could look at him.  His fringe was matted down on his forehead and his eyes had a half-lost glaze of lust in them.  I gave him a wicked smile as I began crooning about the thick cock inside of me, how much I was enjoying it, and asking to get fucked harder and faster.   Tosh responded with quiet agreement - he withdrew half of his dick and then slowly sank it back in again, grinding his hips into my ass.  I buried my face back into the sheets and moaned as I pushed my buttocks back to meet his body.

Tosh decided that prep time was over, and began enjoying the pleasures of my boy-cunt earnestly. He no longer sank his cock into my hole, but started ramming it in and out.  The sounds of skin smacking into skin and his balls smacking against  me filled the room, along with grunts, moans, and sighs.   I begged for more and Tosh ran his hands up and down my smooth back, telling me how good it felt to have his cock buried inside of me, as he pounded away at my ass.

The fucking went on for some time, the rhythm, speed, and intensity varying.  Both of us were covered in sweat in spite of the air-conditioning, and from our physical exertion.  Tosh's pace began slowing down as his thrusts became harder and longer.  These were signs that I could well recognized – he was nearing the edge.  Glancing at the clock, I saw that two hours hadn't yet passed and I wasn't going to lose the bet on a technicality. Taking control of the situation, I slowly moved my body away from him until his cock was entirely withdrawn.

Turning around, I pressed my chest up against Tosh's, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in, and began nibbling along his neck.  My hands roamed around his back, squeezing his shoulders and his firm buttocks, as my mouth moved to his ear, caressing it with the tip of my tongue.  I was determined to keep his arousal up, while bringing his libido back down to earth.  When I was finally satisfied that Tosh's body had calmed down a bit, I began to French kiss him.  I gave out a soft moan when his fingers found my nipples.   We continued to kiss as Tosh played with my tits, tweaking them the way that he knew I liked. 

After I was satisfied that Tosh had calmed down enough, I moved back towards the middle of the mattress, guiding him along with me.  I lay on my back as he moved in to lie on top of me.  My legs wrapped around his waist, happily pinned beneath his weight.   Tosh easily understood what I wanted and readily guided his cock between my thighs and buried it into my hot and eager boy-cunt.  I moaned happily as he entered me.  I wrapped my legs more tightly around his waist, silently begging for more.

Tosh resumed fucking me but at a slower pace than before.   Now that his thrusts were calmer, John was

able to enjoy the way that my sphincter was gripping his cock as it pistoned in and out of my hole.  My hands dug into his shoulders as my lips and tongue played along the his neck, ear, and chin.  My toes curled each time I felt his hard shaft plunged inside of me.  The insertion usually elicits a soft groan from me.

After some time, I begged for more and Tosh gave it to me, maintaining a slow and steady pace but

pounding harder and harder.  He lifted himself up on his arms, getting a better angle to begin plowing me again.  Both my ankles were now resting on his shoulders, granting him easier access to slam his hard erect cock into my hungry boy-cunt. At that angle it is also easier for him to slowly draw his cock out...only to slam it in again.  After some minutes of getting fucked in this fashion, I had devolved into speaking gibberish, my own erect cock bouncing around in time to his thrusting. This time it was my own orgasm that threatened to cut our time short. Reluctantly, I slid my palm down Tosh's chest to gently push him away.  Then immediately, I pushed him onto his back and straddled him.  This was his favourite position, to let me bounce up and down on him like a cowgirl.   I bent down and kissed him deeply as I teased the head of his cock again, popping the tip in and out of my hole. Tosh grabbed my hips in his hands and pulled them down while thrusting his own hips up, slamming his rock hard cock into my gaping hole.  I gave out a yelp.  I placed a hand on each of his pecs, enjoying the feel of flesh and muscle. Gripping him tighter, I began riding up and down, meeting his upward thrusts.   Tosh grabbed my cock and began stroking it as he continued fucking me.  I was leaning back, my hands holding on to his thighs for support as I rode his dick below me as I thrust my own dick into the hand that was grasping it tighter and tighter as I rode his cock.

My boy-cunt began clamping harder around Tosh's pole as I rode him.  I could also feel my own erection throbbing harder as it moved  in and out of his hand which was holding on to my cock.  I didn't care a fuck about the clock - my ass was getting sore, in a way that felt good, and my own nuts were screaming for release. 

I rode on Tosh's cock fast and furious.  I could hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier.  He began to groan very loudly as he shouted out to me, “ cummminnnnnnggggggg…. I am cummmmminngggggg.”  As he neared the point of no return, he somehow remembered what I liked most.  Pushing me away, he moved himself upright and leaned over me.  He removed the condom and aiming his throbbing cock at my face, he continued to stroke his cock furiously.  I moved my face nearer to his cock as my hand took over from him.   I continued to fist him violently until he at last, screamed out loud, “here it comes, honey, here it comes,” as his cock twitched and started spouting out thick globs of spunk.  They landed all over my face.  I counted at least nine shots before he moved back and falling over me, hugged me and began to kiss me hard and deep on my mouth. 

After Tosh had recovered from his orgasm, I sat back and asked, "how was that?" He ran a hand up and down my thigh, giving it a squeeze. "You're not done just yet, but that was damn good, and..." He glanced at the clock, "two hours and twenty minutes.  You are certainly no amateur."

I was going to get off the bed when he said, "I said you weren't done yet."   Tosh was amused by the confused expression on my face as he flipped me onto my back.  He straddled me and inched forward, until his crotch was right in my face. As he began stroking his cock, a look of cheekiness crept back to my face as I comprehended his words and actions.  Licking my lips, I pulled myself up slightly, leaning against the pillows, running my hands up and down his thighs.  Tosh reached down with his free hand and grabbed the top of my head as he leaned closer, his hand furiously stroking his cock.  He yelled out as he began cumming again, shots firing through the air and slamming against my face, chin, and neck. The last of it dribbled out of his pee-hole, landing on my chest.

"Wow..." I hadn't seen Tosh cum like that before, twice in a row. "Impressed?" he asked with a smirk on his face.  I looked up at him and replied, "Am always impressed with you and your dick."

Tosh decided to give me what he knew I liked most.   Leaning forward, he brought the head of his dick, still wet with cum, up against my chin, smearing it into the cum that had streaked across it.   He quickly moved his cock up, bumping it against my mouth.  He nudged my lips teasingly, before pushing more firmly, parting them.  I latched my mouth onto the still-throbbing meat as it drove further in toward the back of my throat.  My hands squeezed the cheeks of his bums as my mouth worked, swallowing as best I could with my lips wrapped around his erect pole. Tosh ran his fingers through my hair, enjoying the sensations before his penis became too sensitive. Slowly, he pulled out, watching as I maintained a tight deal with my lips until the head reappeared with an audible popping noise.  I gave a slow lick along the softening shaft, from head to base, before falling back onto the pillows, a satisfied smile on my face.

Tosh lay down next to me on the bed, our feet tangled up, enjoying the feeling of being near one another, and the post-orgasmic bliss, before nudging me off of the bed.  We definitely needed a  shower to get rid of the scent of sex from our bodies.

Trivial Pursuit: Remembering Stan

Back in college, I used to hang out with a group of Asian guys. They were from various parts of Asia  but mostly from Malaysia, Indonesia and Taiwan.  We studied together and spent out weekends together.   I had great friendships with all of them. However, I only ever had fun with a few of them.  One memorable encounter was with Stanley Sujono, who sadly passed on only last month due to a massive cardiac arrest.  Therefore I am writing this little story in honour of him and how I will always remember Stanley.

Stan (as we normally called him) was tall and fair with a good stature.  Unlike me, he was the sporty sort – he was in the college swim team and also played football and table tennis.   I've seen him with his shirt off many times after games and saw that he had some defined muscles on him. Stan had a cute boyish face, with spiky black hair and a slightly impish smile. His had a smooth complexion that complemented his features.  Although he loved sports, he was also book smart and was getting decent grades, but I always considered him a bit of a lovable oaf. He was just playful, friendly and just loved to chill out and have fun without the need for deep conversations. He definitely had the looks and built and cleaned up real well to look the part of a real charmer. Unfortunately for me, the girls loved flirting with him and hanging out with him leaving him with not much time to myself.   He always complained that girls thought he was too much of a friend to date. I felt the same way, Stan easily got me hard with his usual attire of baggy white shorts and a t-shirt, but I couldn't see myself in a long-term serious relationship with him. It didn't matter anyway, he was straight as an arrow and he constantly pined for girls all through college.

Not Stan but a look alike

About a few months after I met Stan, our group of friends decided to go on a road trip to crash the wedding of one of the guys' cousins. Stan showed up in what I was beginning to recognize as his trademark loose white shorts. I didn't make anything of it at first and was just excited about the trip. Since there were five of us, myself, Stan and one of our buddies crammed in the backseat with Stan sitting in the middle.

Three hours later and half dozed, I found myself not so excited anymore. I was feeling bored, uncomfortable and a little carsick as Stan quietly snoozed beside me. With nothing else to do I found my gaze drawn to the male specimen beside me. Before that day, I never realized what a good body Stan had.  His right hand was across his thigh and his tight t-shirt concealed half of his bicep. Though he was hunched over, his stomach was still completely flat and moving slightly to the rhythm of his breathing. Stan's legs were smooth, with just a trickle of hair growing below his knee. The leg of his shorts further from me was flat against Stan's thigh, but the leg on my side gaped away from his muscular thigh. I looked closer and saw the reason why and suddenly a feeling of heat flushed up to my face. His shorts were pushed up high enough for part of his thick meat and balls to be exposed down one leg of his shorts while he was sleeping!   My cock shot up and got impossibly hard within my jeans almost instantly. How could I not have noticed how totally hot Stan was before? I didn't know if he was wearing underwear or not, but it was obvious that Stan's bulge would be visible up the leg of his shorts to anyone in front of him. I squirmed and tried to manoeuvre myself into a position to look up his shorts but there wasn't any room. I finally slumped back feeling very frustrated. My cock was still throbbing in my jeans and I could feel the warmth of Stan’s naked thigh where it touched my leg. I kept thinking that I was touching a part of his body only inches away from me and  I really wished I could just leap on top of him right there and then!  Eventually accepting defeat, I tried to convince myself that I would never get a chance with Stan and to let things be.  Luckily, I was wrong. That chance would come the very next day.

We made it to the wedding right on time the following evening. My other friend Nick congratulated his cousin and caught up with his family. He rejoined us with good news. His dad had offered to put us up at his place for the week so Nick could spend some more time with his family and also showed us around the place.  I looked around for Stan and as usual, he was chatting up a girl. He seemed especially bold seeing as he had had quite a lot to drink at the wedding ceremony. The girl seemed equally warm to Stan at first, but didn't hesitate to leave when her ride arrived.  

Standing a distance away looking at Stan, my mind flashed back to his ample bulge in his white shorts the day before. I felt a little pissed that she could have easily had all that but chose to give it up!  I certainly wouldn't pass up on an opportunity with him.  My vow to give up on Stan the day before had been ineffective; he looked hot as hell even in a more formal outfit and his hair neatly combed.

We went back to Nick's old home after the wedding.  I quickly volunteered to join Nick and Stan in Nick's old room, while the other two guys took the guest room.  Nick's father and sister got out some beer for us and all seven of us sat around and chatted for a while. Stan looked completely gone after just two cans. It was clear that he already had too much to drink at the wedding itself. As a few of the guys turned in for the night, everyone laughingly agreed that Stan should call it a day too. He reluctantly stumbled into Nick's room to sleep it off.  At about 3 in the morning, I was awoken by a full bladder and had to rush to the toilet.  It was then that I remembered that Nick, his sister and I had stayed to chat in the living room and I must have dozed off. I got up and noticed that they had both suffered the same fate. Nick was snoring lightly on the recliner while his sister lay sleeping on the couch. I decided to leave them and went into Nick's room to get some proper sleep. I opened the door and was harshly jolted awake by what I saw!

Stan lay shirtless on the bed with the covers to the side, he was still in his jeans from the evening. His lean body glistened in the moonlight and he looked completely out of it. I silently shut the door as my hands started to tremble. Nick was dozing happily in the living room, it would just be Stan and me in the room for the night!

I thought of all the times I had seen Stan before. I had seen him in jeans, in shorts, even in his swimming trunks; but I had never once seen him naked. It wasn't until the previous day and my glimpse at the outline of Stan's manhood that I had began to view him in a sexual way. I don't know why I hadn't noticed earlier. Looking at him on the bed, he appeared just perfect with his boyish face illuminated by the moonlight, his abs showed on his thin waist even though he was completely relaxed.  Some hair trailed down from his navel into his jeans where the waistband of his briefs was visible; he was delicious enough to be eaten!  I recalled his thick bulge from before, it was laid out right before me. I imagined what it would be like to get Stan hard, to suck him till he couldn't hold his load anymore. I couldn't take it any longer! I told myself, "fuck it! Let him get up and beat me senseless, I have to have him!"

I crawled into bed with Stan.  I observed his face carefully. His white teeth were visible in his slightly open mouth as he breathed in and out slowly. He looked like he was in deep sleep. I gently scooted down and put my hand on his stomach, feeling his abs. Trailing downward, I gasped as my palm cupped the bulge in his jeans. I could feel the contours of Stan's manhood firmly pushing up against my palm from under his jeans. I carefully unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, exposing a pair of grey briefs. I looked up, Stan hadn't moved and was still breathing slowly. I inhaled deeply and mustered the courage to firmly tug on his jeans. They came down easier than expected because the front was open. I pulled them down about five inches till they reached the middle of Stan's thighs. His briefs looked a little tighter and harder to get off. His sack made the bottom of his briefs bulge out. There was a ridge of slightly loose fabric leading away from it, which must have been Stan's cock.  It was pointing upwards. I squeezed it lightly, making out the shaft and the head; it felt completely soft. My heart was pounding, I was so turned on!  I brought my face down towards his crotch and leaned my cheek lightly against it. I could make out each of Stan's two balls held in place by his briefs. Looking up again to make sure he was still out, I gingerly hooked both my hands under the waistband and peeled his  briefs down.

They were so tight I think I must have spent a good 5 or 10 minutes slowly inching them down and trying not to wake Stan from his slumber.  After what seem to be a very long time, I finally got them around his mid thighs, together with his jeans. My heart pounded hard and a lump stuck in my throat when I finally got to see Stan's bare dick. His balls were medium sized and kind of loose, his creased sack looked darker than the rest of his fair body.  He was uncut and his foreskin covered half of his cock head. His cock was average in length but thick and drooped heftily on his balls. Trying to get Stan hard, I held his cock with three fingers and began to massage the underside of the head. His foreskin made it pretty easy to slide my fingers up and down. My eyes were on Stan's face the whole time, I was prepared to duck to the floor if he started to wake up. I could still feel the contours of his glans under my fingers. Feeling no reaction, I squeezed a little more firmly and quickened my rubbing. My gaze still glued to his face.  I felt Stan's cock throbbed and it had somewhat grown in length and thickness and was at half mast.   As I continued to manipulate his dick, I felt it get thicker beneath my fingertips.  While I was excited, I felt nervous at the same time, afraid that Stan would wake up any moment. His eyes remained closed as his cock throbbed a few more times and eventually became rigid between my fingers as I gingerly stroked it.

I looked down to see my handiwork. Stan's cock was completely hard and visually measuring it, I guessed it must have been a respectable five inches or slightly more. I wrapped my whole hand around his cock, feeling the hard and warm flesh against my palm. I cupped his sack lightly with my other hand and felt his firm balls under the loose skin. Still cupping his sack, I began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. I looked back up at his face. Stan was breathing a little heavier than before. The guy was straight as an arrow, but he was definitely feeling the pleasure I was giving him.

Not Stan's cock but this really resembles his 5-incher

After about five dizzying minutes of pumping this stud, I started to notice that Stan's breathing was now so heavy his stomach was noticeably rising and falling. More sweat had started to form on his chest too. I let go of his now throbbing cock and took a deep breath. With one final glance upwards to make sure he was still asleep, I lowered my head to his groin.  I wrapped my lips around the head of Stan's manhood.  I used the tip of my tongue to probe under his foreskin and run along the underside of the head. His cock throbbed as I flicked my tongue along it. I tried to take the whole thing, but only about the top three inches would fit comfortably in my mouth.  I bobbed up and down this straight stud's pole and felt his cock throb again inside my mouth. I tasted something sweet in my mouth. My buddy Stan had just leaked some pre-cum into my mouth!  I briefly stopped and checked on him. Stan's mouth was now opened a little more and he was breathing very deeply.  I resumed sucking on his cock, it felt even harder than before. I could feel the veins on Stan's shaft throbbing as my lips moved up and down along it. I tasted even more pre-cum and knew this young virile stud wouldn't be able to last much longer.

I cupped his balls again and started playing with them as I increased my pace and pressure on his shaft. I darted my eyes up as I sucked and saw Stanley's mouth hanging open beyond his stomach, which was quickly rising and falling. Stan grunted in his sleep, but I was too horny to stop now. I had to make this hot stud cream before he woke up!   I pressed my lips down harder and went as fast as I could, tasting the pre-cum Stan produced as I sucked. I could feel his balls tightening against his body in my hand. I wrapped my other hand around his shaft and pumped as I focused my sucking purely on the head. Stan grunted again loudly!  His cock got impossibly rigid in my hand. I could feel Stan’s thighs tensed up under me. His cock twitched violently and at that magic moment,  a jet of cum hit the back of my throat, then another, then another!  His body jerked upwards and he gave out a loud groan as another sweet-tasting shot hit my throat.  There was so much cum that some of his goo leaked out the sides of my mouth.  I removed my mouth from his cock and watched the final two weak shots spurt from his dickhead and run down his shaft.

I couldn't even think straight, my head was spinning and my body trembling all over with excitement.  I looked down at the utter mess. There was cum all over his balls and in his pubes!  I panicked, I ran out of the room to the bathroom with the taste of Stanley's seed still in my mouth. Pulling myself together, I

got a towel and returned to clean him up. Stan was still asleep and his breathing had returned to normal. I put his briefs and jeans back on, careful not to touch his now soft cock too much in case it was still sensitive. I then threw the towel in the hamper and returned to the bathroom for the hugest wank of my life. I must have cummed within ten seconds! After I cleaned up, I went back to sleep in the living room where Nick and his Sister were still asleep.

The next morning, I got up early. The few guys who were already up made breakfast. Stan got up a couple of hours later, he had a hangover and laughed that we all fell asleep in the living room. He seemed to have no clue about what had happened during the night. Nothing else ever happened between me and Stan, but I'll always remember that night as one of the hottest experience with Stan.   He still bulged alluringly in his white shorts all throughout college, I even managed to actually get a glimpse at his briefs up his shorts a few times after that.  Everytime I did, my cock got rock hard and I smiled to myself knowing that I wanked, blew and made this straight stud cream in my mouth.