I’m in Shanghai. My travel partner just left to go play League of Legends at an Internet bar. I finally have the room to myself. He’s my lifeline in this country. I can hardly speak a word of the local language, and nobody here can can speak English. But that’s not a problem if you can Google. In a few minutes later, I’m on Blued, the local app, chatting in one window with Google translate running in the background.
It isn’t until I post a picture of myself that my screen lights up. Here, I’m exotic. Everyone wants to meet with me and show me around. At my age, it feels wonderful to get so many notifications. I can’t even read most of them. Everyone wants me.
One stands out from the rest. A 23 year old. Eventually I work out that he’s actually two guys.
“You are 01?” he asks. A button right in the app translates it to English.
I quickly message my gay friend, who is still busy at the Internet bar. “What’s 01 mean?”
“Where did you hear that? What are you doing?”
“I just want to know.”
“It means bottom/top…”
“Oh thanks,” I tell him. Back to the other screen, I write in primitive Chinese: “I not 0. I not 1. I desire to give you mouth.”
The two guys still want to meet, but they won’t send a picture. I keep asking, but they keep saying the same thing.
“I am good. He is good. Will you meet us?”
“You first give me picture image, then I with you together meet,” I bang out in garbled script.
Finally, he sends one, a grainy picture of himself, eyes glowering at me for the indignity of being made to send a picture. The picture deletes itself after one second.
“OK. Come to my hotel very quick. I will meet you in the lobby.” I write back, copying and pasting from Google. I send a picture of the hotel logo on the ash tray, because without knowing their pronunciation,I’m unable to type the strange characters.
“No want. We come to your level. We are too embarrassed.”
I take a deep breath. They are killers. They are going to handcuff me to the bed and ransack the room, taking my cash and phone. That’s why they want to meet. This is so utterly stupid. My heart is pounding.
“Room 401.” I tell them, and lay back in the bed. I’m gripping my phone so hard, my knuckles are white.
Fuck. I’m addicted to danger. The thrill of it courses through my veins like a drug. I feel high. I jump up, and pace the room. Any moment, my buddy could come back and find us. Not that he’d care. We are the best of friends, but he only likes grizzled hairy bears. I almost want him to come. Maybe it would be safer. What have I gotten myself into?
I hear a light knock on the heavy wooden door. This is it. I check out the viewport, and see them, their distorted visage. The younger one is still glowering.
I open the door, and the two men flow in like a damn burst. The hair of one is slightly greying and he has a small belly. He drops his bag on the desk. I move back, standing by the bed, while they look around and mutter things to each other that I cannot understand.
The other man is much younger. He’s the one from the picture, but this time he is smiling. Unlike his “dad”, the teen’s tan skin is smooth and perfect. He looks into my eyes and, my cock stiffens. They come up to me, still talking to each other. The older man gestures towards the second bed in the room.
“Ni de peng you shenme shi ho hui lai,” he says. I recognize the word for friend, and when. They are asking me when my friend will return, I think.
“He’ll come back soon,” I tell them, speaking slowly and clearly in English. “We should have enough time.”
They look at me blankly. They don’t understand.
I have no idea how to respond. After a moment I grab my phone, start Google translate, and message my response in the Blued app. “My friend will return soon.”
When the teenager reads out his phone, the older man’s face flashes with a worried expression. They start to argue. The boy seems to plead with him and he gives in, finally turning to me with a half smile. “O K.” he says. “It O K”.
They are touching me now, running their hands over my body through my clothes. My eyes are locked on the teen’s body. The older man pulls up my shirt. I raise my arms and let him pull it over my head.
When I reach over to do the same, the teen he obligingly removes his shirt, revealing his thin torso and six pack. He sneers as he sees me drinking him in with my eyes, says something, and they both laugh.
“Wo xiang..” I begin.. speaking badly. I try again, slowly, to get the intonation right. “Wo xiang… gei… ni… kou.” I want to give you mouth.
They laugh again, saying something to me. I can only shake my head. I can’t understand them.
I’ve been ignoring the dad so much I didn’t notice that he had his cock out, and was tugging on it casually with with one hand.
He wraps his other arm around me, and grabs my ass, giving it a solid squeeze, before grabbing hold of my shorts and pulling them down. I help him and I am naked.
He says something and points behind me. There, sprawled on my bed is the teen, his beautiful body on display. I can’t even move. I’m paralysed staring at his body. His skin is a beautiful tan color. Two dark pink nipples sit teasingly on his smooth chest. The sides of his body curved beautifully inwards under his arms, down the sides of his belly and then out slightly at his hips, then down his thighs and legs. His soft ‘innie’ belly button looks tasty as hell. A ‘V’ shape formed nicely down to his smoothly shaved crotch with his rock hard stiffy pointing directly up at his belly. Six inches of hard, pink flesh was pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
I lean down and run my hands on the ridges of the teens rock solid abs. When he holds out his cock at me, I plant my chin against the hotel comforter and run my tongue up against his perineum. I can taste the sweat of the day, despite his shower. It’s 48 degrees outside, after all. I mouth the skin of his soft balls, and slowly make my way up his throbbing penis, already wet with precum before I let it slide through my lips.
He utters a low sound of appreciation as I engulf his penis and let his flavour ooze out over my tongue. Soon I am sucking it like a lollipop.
I feel strong hands caressing my back, making their way lower down my body. The older man bends down over me, and grips my own penis in his rough calloused hands, and starts stroking. This spurs me on, and I begin to bob my head quickly.
Now the teen’s hands fly to my head. I stop my movements and let him fuck, his ass grinding against the bed as he thrusts up into my face. In a moment, his dick pulses and I feel his load spurting out against the back of my throat. I try to help, but he is sensitive. He pulls it out and away from me, swings over and sits on the edge of the bed. I don’t want to stop touching him. I run my palm against his back, just to prove that he is real and this isn’t a dream.
His dad interrupts me, saying something incomprehensible. When I look up questioningly, he sidles up to me. With one hand on his cock, and the other pushes against my shoulder powerfully, forcing me to bend lower. I slide off the bed and onto my knees, and swallow, still feeling the thick gob of the boy’s spunk in my throat.
The man moves closer to me, slaps his four inch cock against my cheek. As he drags it across my face it leaves a slick trail of precum. When he rams it against my lips I’m forced to open up. He rests both hands on his hips, and thrusts forward, and I taste his cock.
I feel a warmth behind me, and soft hands closing around my body. The teen is kneeling behind me, and one arm reaches around my chest, and presses against my nipple, before pinching it. The hotel’s air conditioner can scarcely deal with the extreme heat outside, and I can feel the slickness of the boy’s body behind me. I’m trapped on my knees between the twin beds on either side of me and the man in front of me. I’m being embraced – no, held in place – by the boy behind me
The younger man grips my nipple, squeezing and twisting, and at the same time, I feel him grab my dick and start stroking it. I moan my appreciation, just as his dad grips my shoulders for leverage. He takes advantage of my open mouth and begins to thrust his cock into it.
He’s really determined to cum fast and hard. I can’t move. I’m being used, and I love it. With my mouth filled with cock, the boy’s hands quickly coax out my load, which drips onto the carpet.
It isn’t long before I hear the older one shout, “Wo YAO she le”. I ponder what that means, but then I taste the first drops of cum as they spurt from his cock. His body shakes, and he bends forward, almost pulling out as larger globs of sticky cum shot fill my mouth. I try to swallow all of it. It is bitter compared to the boy’s. He grunts, gripping the base of his cock, shaking it off, smirking down at me in satisfaction.
“Xie xie” I tell them. Thanks. But they clearly don’t want to stick around. They hurriedly get dressed again, before leaving as quickly as they came.
It is only later, when companion gets back that I realise that they’ve left their juice bottles on the desk beside our bags.
“You didn’t get any for me?” my friend asks. “What have you been doing, anyway?”
“Not much,” I reply, quickly using my foot to mop up the puddle of cum between our two beds. “Just planning some sights for us to see tomorrow.”
“Oh really. I thought for sure you’d be out having sex or something. That’s why I left you alone for so long!”