 If I think of Kwan, the first thing that comes to mind is his smooth, erect cock as he lay asleep on his side facing me. That's enough to get me rock hard; I could be at a bus stop, or in the cinema watching your typical popcorn flick. I could be fucking a one-night stand and in need of an erection. Just that simple picture in my mind, and my tool would always stand to attention, thick head wet with a steady flow of pre-cum soaking through my pants.Boy, he could sleep through a lot. You'd think I slipped something in his drink in the bars the night before. Thick mop of dark hair caught up in his mouth on the cotton pillow; eyes shut with these luscious black eyelashes like petals. Fuck-- just beautiful, man, you had to see it to believe it. Then those eyes would flutter open and he'd give me a cheeky little grin before heading down and taking me best as he could in his hungry mouth. One morning, during our week-long little idyll together, I decided to put him to the test. He could just kick start the most insane desire in me, like he scooped it up from the pit of my stomach. I couldn't get enough of that pearly-skinned, robust little body. Though he was maybe half as big as me, all-American and corn-fed as I am, his proportions were impressive enough to make me work up a sweat as I moved ... |
