Male Rapture Across Cultures

"That's more like it! How about showing us what you do when you get it on, as I work on my bro', here." He then turned back to his friend's slick sausage and generously licked and kissed about its head and shaft. Lips and tongue ministered to that stately specimen of male arousal with such zeal that slurping and smacking was noisily audible. I wondered whether the sound effects were part of the performance or the genuine passionate enthusiasm of a fixated cocksucker lustily enjoying the object of his desires. Either way, his standing partner responded favorably with a succession of quick gasps and moans.

Ari and I never for a second removed our wide-eyed gazes from this explicit spectacle. Somehow, we were able to feel about each other's lower torsos and expose our inflamed organs for our mutual manual erotic pleasures. I thrilled to the firm caresses and squeezes about the sensually greedy flesh of my cock and balls by my exploring partner. In turn, I firmly stroked and caressed his not quite marble-like and slightly springy smooth heated throbbing olive-toned sex wand. The standing man watched us glassy eyed, savoring both the lust filled activity before him as well as the deft attentions to his own joystick. He was inspired to release the electric heat in his loins in a burst of male eruption deep into the eager mouth and throat of his attending partner. We had just both convulsed our slick orgasmic spasms originating from deep within our loins out our conspicuously gaping pee holes. Multiple spurts of fresh seed splattered on to the fertile forest floor about our feet. We thanked our new acquaintances for sharing their intimacies and we were away once again.

Upon arriving at my home situated deep in the woods of a long winding "holler" road, we unpacked the car. We both stripped naked for the first time in several hours just prior to showing Ari about the house. We would not clothe ourselves again during his visit except once on a driving tour in the vicinity. Part of my yard is secluded, isolated and invisible to my neighbors. We spent long hours lazily lounging in sun and spring breeze bathed nudity, cavorting about in embraces of tender kisses and sensual massage. Both being uncut, we enjoyed the fascinating pastime that such naked couples do. Long minutes were applied in the careful investigation of each other's foreskin. We tugged and stretched those superfluous morsels, gleefully comparing flexibility and elasticity. A playful wrestling match on a picnic spread blanket mellowed into a round of intense mutual ass rimming. Our prodding tongues swept and licked until we found ourselves in a blissful 69, breathlessly excited bodies pulsing in an enthralled embrace: bronze on pale white, white on bronze.

On the evening of the second day, we sprang out of our shelter to run about and wash each other under the cool drenching downpour of a passing storm. Nymphs in a state of nature, he kneeled and thrust his glistening cock in my waiting mouth as I lay spread eagled in the green grass. Before the rain ceased and with anxious tongue and lips, I fervently wrested from him warm shots of flavorful festering seed.

On route back to our academic pursuits, he alerted me to a gathering of friends who haled from his own corner of the globe. "The one thing you have in common with the rest of us," he cleared his throat, "we all enjoy. . . ah, the company of men. I will try to get the both of us invited."

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Upon arrival back at my apartment, mounting mirth and excitement accompanied my awareness that my large transvestite roommate had temporarily vacated the premises to tend to a sick family member. I had prescient visions of a desperately yearned erotic frolic. He (she) had mirrored panels applied to the ceiling over the bed. Not phased by the tacky kitsch of such adornments, the opportunity presented was irresistible.

"Pleeassse fuck me ! ! !", I begged. "You know a horny hot Asiatic like you has at least a little top in you. He`s gone and we should take advantage of the situation." My partner in intimacy was shy about the brevity of his stiff excitement. He fretted that he could not penetrate my horny posterior passage deep enough for my satisfaction. "You know I loouuuvve your sweet Maylay cock. . . Now I can watch while you cram that beauty into my ass. Don't you like my white ass? Don't you want to get up close and personal with my pale and pink, soft and swelling man pussy?"

That night, I changed the sheets on that king-sized bed. I looked up and watched myself beat off as I fantasized about our new clash of body parts.

I could hardly think of anything else the next day. I was alone, naked and hard in the apartment hours before his entrance. Allowing him in, I lewdly turned, bent part way over and reached back to spread my ass cheeks. "Do you see how happy I am for you to take me back here? Strip! I want your cock, now!" Peeling away his bikini briefs as we entered the bedroom, I threw myself on my back on the spacious bed. He gingerly joined me and after earnest hugs and kisses we giggled and chortled on our backs as we watched each other play with the electrifying organs that buzzed between our entwined legs. I shamelessly tugged on his twitching tool, positioning him closer between the spread in my legs. I had conveniently posited a pillow under the small of my back. I pulled him up to a seated position and raised my spread legs, pulling away my own pulsing cock to allow him an unobstructed point of piercing impact. I aggressively thrust a tube of lubrication in his hand, insistent on my intentions. It was like participating in the porno film one is viewing to watch him on the ceiling applying the slickness to his swarthy sex sword. "Don't forget to grease my pussy", I yelled out in continued mock authority. His wringing fingers vigorously swabbed copious portions about and within my delighted hole.

I was delirious with excitement to finally be attended to in this manner by my naked bronze-colored companion. His legs straddled either side of me and he was situated close enough to my supinely raised behind to enter me. "Ari, I can see all of you. Shove your sweet meat into me now." I could distinctly see him reach with his right hand and with thumb and forefinger better part my spreading ass cheeks to expose my twitching hole. With his left, I could see him lower his hot stiffened cock to the entry point of my yearning passage and thrust his hips to effect a decisive penetration.

Surrealistically, we both looked up to watch the reflection of the lengthy strokes in and out of my yielding cavity. My mesmerized mate tightly grasped my waist at the tops of my raised legs, the better he could thrust his pulsing organ deep into the grip of my murky moist and svelte love tunnel. There is perhaps no other moment for a male who craves contact with other males, when he is as intently conscious of his living existence. I finally have my unhindered backside pummeled and ravished with such unabashed abandon by the urgent passions of a sensation-crazed partner, after such a long absence. I am reminded what it is to live life to the fullest. When in a final pounding deep thrust, I can tell by his tense wincing expression that his loins are exploding in spasms of hot pleasure. Instantly, I thrill to the squirts of warm slippery climax that spew from his tightly buried convulsively expanding meat into the inner depths of my delectably filled and stretched bowels.

That night we slept together under the reflection in the warmth and nurturance of each other's naked embrace with a closeness that surpassed anything we had experienced to date.

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I wore a blue and white Hawaiian shirt I rescued from obscurity in the deeper recesses of my closet. The shorts I chose were longer than Bermuda-length; they ended stylishly below the knee. I was reminded by Ari's invocation, "keep it informal and simple" as I slipped on an old pair of sandals. After all, the late spring had evolved from warmer-than-normal to sensuously sultry and tropical-like.

"You may be the only white person there. Some of the men are married, but my host assures me they all like sex with other men. As I said, these are southeast Asians who are living in the area at least temporarily." I accusingly asked Ari if the party was going to be an orgy. He replied that he did not know in a tone of voice that suggested feigned ignorance to me. Our destination was in a cosmopolitan suburb in an inconspicuous ranch house off the main road. Several cars were already parked in the drive and in front of the house. A smiling tall swarthy man who seemed maybe a year or two older than Ari greeted us at the door. Before I knew it, we were clutching cold beers and being introduced to the twenty or thirty other guests in the house, some of whom were coupled in various seated poses of affectionate embrace.

"We are especially happy to meet you Blonde." They seemed to glance about each other with knowing smiles. "In our circle, we seldom encounter blonde white guys." They were mostly similarly attired as us, but ranged widely in age. The youngest I expect were college undergraduates of at least eighteen. The oldest was a compact broad-shouldered man I estimated to be in his early fifties. I learned that there was only one other Malay present other than Ari. There were several Thais, Vietnamese, Filipinos, and a few Indonesians. Most of them were very slender and shone startlingly sensuous smiles. As I was being questioned by new acquaintances in exceptional English, more of the guests approached us to participate in the interview. They wanted to know all the details of my rescue of Ari and how our friendship evolved into a physical relationship. I realized that I was being pressed to give explicit accountings. They wanted to know about my sexual proclivities and when I first interacted sexually with other men. As I tried to satisfy their curiosity, my answers only provoked a growing hungry sparkle in their eyes. They seemed fiercely determined to acquaint themselves with me as intimately as they could. At one point, the tall host who had greeted us at the door interrupted a question from another source and boldly but politely asked if they could strip us. He asked if they could "check us out naked". The dick in my pants jerked about and started to swell with such an exciting prospect. I looked to my date who was primarily responsible for my presence in this fortuitous circumstance. He nodded and winked assuredly. I signaled my willing submission by raising my arms in quiet acquiescence. I love the feel of the touch of another man depriving me of all my garments.

For several men wearing ravenous expressions to anxiously disrobe me all at once is a sensation nearing rapturous levitation. Greedy nimble fingers struggled with small buttons. Tugging hands and fingers worked the waistband and fly of my shorts. I reveled to the sensation of hands pulling at the band of my pre-cum damp briefs, then to be peeled down and away leaving me vulnerable to the advances of intently curious men. I willingly submitted myself to the cravenly detailed explorations of evidently un-disappointed captors as I watched my lover's briefs being pulled down and away to his own apparent delight.

I was theirs for the satisfaction of every scrutiny. The giddy rising sensation was equaled in actual fact as strong hands and arms took hold of me from the back and lifted me as in a rave or rock concert. I lay back on warm hands and writhing feeling fingers about my back, neck, thighs, and buttocks. Even one finger dared to probe the opening of my delighted bunghole and another calmly stroked my crotch and the toughening skin of the underside of my nut sac. I was moved across the room as in a drug-induced dream to a dining room table at the far end.

The feel of the cool table against all the nakedness of my back was delightfully contrasted by the warm wriggling fingers about my front. My chest and nipples were stroked and pinched at the same time my toes and the bottoms of my feet were tickled and brushed. My waist was manipulated by prying hands and fingers and palms squeezed and played with the head and shaft of my intensely leaking flinching cock which always hungered for more tactile attentions. A special fascination seemed to be focused on my pale but ample man bush. They were eager to run their dark animated fingers through the blonde soft down. As I looked about the figures surrounding me along the edge of the table, I was struck by their quiet determination as well as the dreamy haze of sensual pleasures they subjected me to. Although they were not of generally the same stature as american men, they exhorted a sort of lean toughness and subliminal masculinity that further super-charged the atmosphere of the moment with a breathtaking sexual tension.

Reaching bronze arms, hands, and fingers touched, explored, probed, and groped about my startlingly contrasted white pale flesh. Soon, I noticed many were in a state of partial undress or fully naked and tugging at their cocks of various lengths and girths. Like me, all the exposed swollen meat was uncut. Not at first believing my senses, I thought I saw a youthful woman looking on with obvious interest beyond the table. I was later told that she was the younger sister of one of the Thai boys. He knew all the boys and men of his family and friends at least occasionally enjoyed carnal trysts with other men. It was assumed among the less conservative cultures that it was best to bring along a sister or cousin to such assemblies so that she could observe and appreciate the sexual activities between males. Hopefully, she would not feel jealous or thwarted by a man she may be betrothed to who enjoyed alternative physical intimacies with the same sex.

The reader can imagine that the build up of heat and electricity in my loins was becoming very intense as my whole being was being bathed with blissful ministrations. At a certain point, Ari had been given a chair to step on to the tabletop and kneel, still naked, over my head. The ecstasies of the moment were enhanced by my ability to see his sweet rigid cock and plump olive nut sac hang over me. The oldest man among them stood next to Ari and whispered something in his ear. He responded by smiling and ardently shaking his head up and down in affirmation. The man shouted out, "BEN WA!"

Everyone immediately withdrew. The expression conjured some distant memory and I wondered where I had heard it before. The tall host had walked out of the room. As the other guests chattered on in various languages, he returned with a box and a tube of lubricant. He opened the box and lifted a string attached in chain-like succession to silver balls in roughly 3" diameter.

"Of course," I thought, "Oriental love beads." As the oldest man reached across and raised my legs, I realized that my sensually enhanced posterior orifice was to be invaded by this exotic love toy. My legs to my knees were pressed back to my torso and most of those present shifted toward that end of the table to examine the process as closely as possible. Carefully drenched balls were pressed to my miniscule opening, observed by all present with wide-eyed unflinching attention. I squirmed as I felt my hole give way to the pressure of the first ball and my super-sensitized ring widen to accept the penetration it could not resist.

Ari whispered to me to let me know when and if the application was too uncomfortable. To the contrary, my hole was riveted with excitation and I eagerly anticipated it being filled to suit my heightened sensation. It was enthralling to practically feel all the eyes on my naked ass. Deft fingers would line cord up to my partly opened entry and then be stuffed in place into my orifice by another pressured advancing slick ball. I imagined myself slowly journeying to nirvana to be filled this way. After the sixth ball was delightfully crammed into my stretched hole, Ari shook his head to prevent any further invasions. A string with three remaining balls hung from my ass.

Ari bent over me and grasped the shaft of my engorged cock to place the leaking head between his lips. Our tall host (who now was naked and proudly erect in his own right) tugged at the remaining exposed chain just enough to be taut and straining from my overflowing sex chute. The consequent sensation of pressure against my muscled guardian ring from the inside was novel but far from unpleasant. I moaned with joy as my whole being seemed transported to sensual enhancement. Ari's tongue and lips worked my buzzing tool in a frantic frenzy as an appreciative audience looked on. It was
obvious the erotic euphoria would soon reach overload. The tip of his tongue kept sweeping back from my shaft to my increasingly sensitive pee hole. He correctly interpreted its disposition at my loss of control and impending first ejaculatory spasm. He raised his free hand to signal my certain climax. As my first portion of cum heatedly surged through my cock, out my pee hole and into my partner's suctioning mouth, the tension and pressure against my bulging rear hole instantly became wrenching. The chain of beads was being yanked from my snug inner vessel all at once precisely when my balls and the inner mechanisms of my groin were blazing a thunderous orgasm. The effect was earth shaking. It was if my body had been a tightly-wound pressured spring of sexual tension being instantly relaxed in an electric moment of hot fleshy release.

Both breathing heavily, Ari and I clutched each other head to waist as our audience softly cheered or applauded. We were assisted off the table minutes later and led across a room that was now strewn with casually discarded clothes and mostly naked Asiatic men in various poses of intimate and sexual engagements: couples, threesomes, and more. The young woman, perhaps in the spirit of the lascivious festivity, had stripped to her bra and skimpy panties. She blushingly averted eye contact with anyone, but would fleet-footed approach one couple or group and then another to investigate as closely as she dared actively intertwined bodies. My partner in performance and I were directed to a bathroom where we tenderly washed each other in a hot shower.

POSTSCRIPT:

I write this at my country home, having completed my academic requirement. Alas, Ari and I parted company, as he had plans to pursue a career in his home country of Malaysia.