1. Simon and Sebastian


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: jasonshomoerotica, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    and so it went on. Where we got the strength from after all that had gone before, I do not know, but we did and we finally finished exhausted on the bed, which was covered in our cream, for we had both climaxed I do not know how many times. It was one of the best fucks of my life, comparable to my first time with the great Yan Cheung: and we did not even know one another! In our post coital bliss, he told me is name was Simon, that he was from San Francisco that he had been bumming it around the world for six months and had landed up in Taipei stone-broke. He had seen and answered an advert. for NBAs for the MuscleCock, an event he had never before heard of, but was relieved to be able to earn some cash to fund his flight back to San Francisco. Simon told me that he was totally gay and that back home he had a few buddies with whom he regularly had sex. Sex, he said, was part of his daily life and he could not live without it. He told me of some of the interesting experience he had had has he bummed from one country to another until he landed up in Taipei and had to find a job to fund his ticket back to the USA. So, for a guy like him, the MuscleCock job had been a lifesaver. I don’t think I ever told him my name. I asked Simon how he coped with having his anus pounded several times daily by so much hard meat, but he said that he had readily adapted to it and managed to control his sphincter so that it was not simply ripped open by the pounding cock of the contestant he was ...
    releasing. He said that he had realised from an early age that he was gay and had gone out of his way to develop his body by regular sessions at the gym. Fortunately nature had blessed him with a magnificent cock which he was not afraid to use, but this was the first time he had hired out his anus for cash. I told him that he should try male escorting as it was a good paying business as with his equipment and good looks he would have no difficulty in pulling together a regular clientele for his services. And so we parted company: this had been the fuck of my life, a young guy called Simon from San Francisco, and we parted company after that one incredible night without even and exchange of names or addresses or phone numbers. I must have been out of my mind! The next day I had to fly back to New York. I don’t even remember if Simon had asked me where I was from, which is strange, as Americans virtually always ask a new comer where he is from. I mentally kicked myself for my utter stupidity. I had realised that Simon was special and I had let him go off without a clue as to his full name or his whereabouts in the US. All I knew is that he was Simon from San Francisco – nothing more! When I got back to New York with the MuscleCock still running for a few further days, I had to follow the results via the blog. Alas, as Yan Cheung had predicted he did not achieve a place in the top ten of his class, but he etill remained my hero nevertheless. Thanks to the unexpected but glorious ...
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