Window
Since you all enjoyed Shenton Way so much, here’s another one with Sam and me. If you missed it, it’s here: https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/176806783064/shenton-way
Sam and I had been going out for only a couple of months when we decided that we needed a holiday away, together. Bangkok was an easy choice. Sam told his family a white lie about going away with some friends, and we both applied from leave from our jobs, to coincide with a public holiday, so we could schedule a trip for the resulting four day long weekend.
It was an easy-going trip: we had nothing planned, but had plenty of advice on where to go, what to eat, and things to do. It was really Sam’s holiday. He had plans - buy funky t-shirts at the Chatuchat market, say prayers at the Erawan shrine - and I was accompanying him. We’d both been to Bangkok before, for Songkran, and we were no strangers to the delights of DJ Station and the gay/gogo bars nearby, but this was our first time together.
Sam was a different person in Bangkok. He laughed more, and seemed to speak louder. He didn’t worry about being seen with me, and he paid me a lot of attention, even trying to carry my luggage as well as his own - that was funny, he almost fell over. Even on the way over to the hotel, he was more affectionate: nothing too obvious, but he leaned against me in the airport shuttle, stood very close to me when we registered at reception, and sort of snuggled against me in the lift up to our room. It was like he couldn’t bear not to be in contact. It was nice.
Our hotel room was on a high floor, and had a giant window right next to the bed, with an unblocked view of the city. Sam and I had put our bags down and explored the room (free coffee and tea, and a minibar!), then he had grabbed some things from his bags gone to the toilet. I stayed by the window - I liked the view. I could just about make out people in the distance, tiny dots, going about their business. My viewing was interrupted - I felt a hand in the small of my back, and when I turned, I saw that Sam had changed into his swimming trunks.
Sam looked really good - he preferred the very brief Speedo cut, and his trunks were bright red. He looked like a Japanese porn star: tall, smooth, fair and moderately broad-shouldered, not exactly twinky but not far off, with slightly mounded pecs and surprisingly dark, small nipples, and a faint treasure trail that led to a dick that was small and cute when soft, but which grew into a hefty club when hard, narrow at the base tapering out to a big blunt head - the balls which hung under it were also big, so Sam’s junk was my favourite toy. That junk filled out his trunks very nicely, which might explain why I found myself getting a little turned on.
“Want to go for a swim?” he said.
“Sounds good,” I said, and tried to step past him to get my swim things, but he stopped me.
“I need some help first,” Sam said. I was concerned.
“What kind of help?” I said.
“You can help me show Bangkok how well my boyfriend sucks my cock,” he said. He pulled me in close for a rough kiss before putting a hand on my shoulder. He pushed down. This take-charge Sam was a change from his usual self: I liked it. I took his physical instruction, going down till I was half-kneeling, half-sitting on the ground, both of us side by side in front of the window, with Sam facing me.
Sam’s groin was at eye level, and he put his hands on his hips as I pulled down the front of his red swimming briefs, sliding my hands to pull down the waist band on either side so that the whole thing slipped down to rest on his thighs, under his butt. His dick wasn’t hard at all, a pale brown worm in a nest of straggly pubes, but I knew I could fix that.
I kissed his belly button, sliding my tongue down his flat stomach, tracing his snail trail, kissing him right above the base of his cock. He exhaled a sigh as I lifted his dick up to kiss his big balls. I sucked them - they were hanging loose - and then kissed his flaccid cock, slipping my tongue into the opening of his foreskin to brush against the slit. He stiffened, and I took him into my mouth, all of him, so that I could feel him growing as I sucked gently on him.
When he had stiffened more, I took him out of my mouth, and held him up so that I could lick up from the base where it met his balls all the way to the tip. He’d grown nicely: Sam’s club was fully in evidence, and his foreskin had retracted enough that the tip of his dickhead was peeping out, fierce and red. I concentrated on servicing my boyfriend, momentarily aware that the two of us would have been perfectly framed in the window. I let saliva fill my mouth so I could slurp on his rod, a sloppy blowjob, and when Sam gasped, I sucked wetly on his balls, first one then the other, while I jacked his cock.
He let out a low moan, and when I looked up, I saw that he had one hand on his chest, fingering a nipple, while he had his other hand behind him, fingering his hole I guessed. I took him back into my mouth, and moved my head back and forth, then held still while Sam took over and fucked my face. He put both his hands behind my head, held me gently still as he pushed his big cock in and out of my mouth, while I did my best not to gag. We’d done this before, so Sam managed not to push too far in or too hard.
“Cannot, cannot,” he said, “I cannot,” and then he backed away, pulling himself out of my mouth. He pulled his trunks down all the way, and I got to see his dick bounce when he stood back up, and then he stepped out of them, turned around and backed up so that I had access to his ass. He bent forward a bit, and used his hands to spread his cheeks.
I could see his asshole, a pink rosebud behind a bramble of wiry hairs. I bent forward to kiss it, and Sam moaned again, and he ground his ass gently back against me as I tongued his hole, letting the tip of my tongue flick around the edge of it before pressing against the centre. I lapped at it with the flat of my tongue, and kissed it again, almost frenchkissing his pucker. I felt tightening and loosening as I did so, and he was gasping and moaning from my rim job.
When he stepped away from me and straightened up, I saw that he was sweating, even though the room’s air conditioning was pretty cold.
“Enough?” I said, still on my knees on the floor.
“Fuck, no,” Sam said, in his low voice. “Now you gotta fuck me.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I went to my bags and got a condom and a couple of sachets of lube out (I had come prepared, of course) and when I got back to the window, Sam was waiting, naked and kneeling. He undid the buttons of my jeans, and tugged them down enough that he could slide my boxer briefs down, too. He didn’t have to do too much, since I was already half-hard from sucking and rimming him before.
He jacked my cock a little, polished the head, and then took the condom and lube from me. He sucked on my cockhead, getting me hard, while he ripped open the condom, and then he rolled it on my waiting erection. He squirted some lube onto it, once I was gloved up, and then reached behind him to lube himself up, and then he stood up, bracing with both hands against the picture window, jutting his small but firm butt out at me.
I spread him open with my thumbs, bent my legs a bit and placed my tip at his opening. He turned his head to one side, and we kissed. Sam moaned into my open mouth as I pushed into him, and I stopped when I got to his ring. He was so tight. I backed up, pushed in again, and then pushed in again - stopped another time, then backed up a little, and pushed in all the way, forcing my way into him till I was in deep. He turned back towards the window, and I put my hands on his hips. I started slow, almost all the way out till only the head was in, and then in all the way, feeling again the resistance when I hit his ring. A few more slow thrusts, Sam moaning low and soft all the time, and finally he was loosened up enough that I felt like I could go faster.
I sped up a bit, and then realised that Sam was pushing back against me.
“Harder,” he said, and I obliged, in deeper, more shallow strokes but faster and harder. I pressed myself against his back, had my hands on his chest, his nipples firm and erect under my fingers. I brushed them and played with them, kissed the side of his neck, and Sam responded, bucking back against me. I moved a hand down, explored his junk, and found that he was even bigger and harder than before, dripping precum. Sam always got good and hard with a dick in his ass, and he often stayed hard the entire time I rammed him.
I jacked him as I pumped into him, and Sam made even more noises, low grunting as he took the hard fucking I was giving him.
“Bastard,” he said, “Fuck me so good.”
“You like it, right?” I whispered into his ear.
“Fuck la,” he said, in between grunts, “Make me so slut.”
That turned me on even more. I straightened up, had one hand on his waist, and Sam held still while I ploughed him hard. I grabbed his hair and pulled, and he tilted his head towards me, arched his back to thrust his ass towards me. I went faster, feeling myself rising.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” he called out, as I hammered him, my body slapping into him with a loud sound from the force of the thrusting.
He put one hand down from the glass, and jerked himself off, managing to moan “CUMMING,” before I felt him tightening around me in several hard pulses, as he let go of his control and unloaded, spraying against the glass and down onto the hotel room carpet. That was enough to set me off, and I felt my hips bucking involuntarily as I came too, pumping out into his ass.
When I finished, I thrust a couple more times, and then pulled out. Sam straightened back up, turning away from the window - I could see the two smears where his hands had been, a dribble of cum down the bottom of the window, and some droplets and strings of cum already drying on the carpet. I delicately took my condom off: it wasn’t entirely clean, because Sam hadn’t had time to clean himself out completely before we fucked.
He went into the shower first, and then I took a turn, just a quick one. Sam had already slipped back into his trunks. I dried myself off, got into my own swim gear, grabbed another clean towel, and then we went down to the pool, for some sun-tanning and splashing around.
