Matt found me on a website for men and wrote to me about a month before I would be in Kuala Lumpur. He was from another part of Malaysia but would be in town for a few days during my stay. He suggested going out for a drink which meant that he wasn’t a devout Muslim. His profile indicated that he was a short man with a bit of a stocky body but was only thirty eight years old. I always enjoyed the sexual energy of a younger man. We sent some pictures back and forth and kept in touch until we were both in Kuala Lumpur.
He was busy during the daytime but his evenings were free so I suggested that we have a dinner. I was hoping that I could get exposed to a local place where there wouldn’t be any English. He agreed and we planned to meet in front of the security for the high rise building where I was staying. He arrived on time in a modest car and invited me to join him. Matt had a very pleasant smile and he looked like he might have weighed less than his profile indicated. He had a roundish face with some puffy cheeks, especially when he smiled.
Matt drove us around the center of the city to show me some of the sights that I had not gotten to yet and then took us to a local place where he suggested we have the Malay national dish, Nasi Lemak. I agreed and he walked ahead of me in the food line. In many Malay restaurants it was done buffet style with the foods fully prepared and you choose what you wanted and paid accordingly when you got to the end of the line. There were no signs on the food, so only people familiar with the dishes would actually know what the ingredients were. Asking a question in English wouldn’t get me any information. I made sure that Matt directed me to the spicy chicken.
I paid for the dinner for both of us which was about five dollars after we also included drinks. We sat on plastic chairs at plastic tables, but the spoon and fork at least were metal. The food was amazingly good especially given how inexpensive it was. We took our time eating and I asked about his work. He was an engineer working on a project and he had to come to Kuala Lumpur for some meetings. His English was quite good and he explained that he had lived in Australia for a couple of years which had improved his language ability. He asked me questions about my travels and was particularly interested in the places I had been in Europe, since he had never been that far West. I learned that he was a Muslim like most Italians are Catholic. He was ready to identify as Muslim, but didn’t spend much time in a mosque and the call to prayer no longer elicited a response as it did when he was a boy.
We finished our meals and I suggested that we could go back to my place for some more conversation. During the ride in the car Matt declared that he really wanted to have a relationship with someone and not just have random sex. I appreciated his willingness to be up front with me and alert me to his interests. I decided that if we were going to have any naked time, he would need to be the one to initiate the action.
My place was on the 31st floor, with a fantastic view of the Petronas towers. It was dark now so we could easily see the lights of the downtown area only a little more than a kilometer away. Matt asked if we could sit on the balcony and I accepted the suggestion, especially when he declared that he needed a cigarette. I had observed him smoke a quick cigarette after our meal before we got going again in the car.
We sat on the two balcony chairs and enjoyed the view while Matt had a couple of cigarettes. I asked him why he smoked and he declared that it was truly a habit and that there were just certain times like after a meal, when that need for a cigarette would come and he would comply. He also informed me that the other reason for being on the balcony was that he had a fear of heights. He thought that by confronting his fears, by challenging himself, he would get beyond those limitations. I had used that strategy myself on occasion so I respected his approach.
He hadn’t really had a partner before but had steady friendships a couple of times. Nothing lasted more than a year, partly due to his need to remain closeted. He had broken up earlier with one of those friends that year. I asked if he had been in love and he declared that he wasn’t in love, but he really liked the older man. I saw his face light up with energy when he talked about the former friend.
We came back inside and sat on the comfortable black sofa with a couple feet of distance between us. We talked about energy and I informed him that I couldn’t read minds but I could read bodies. He asked me what I was reading about him and I declared that he was conflicted about whether he wanted to be naked with me or not. He laughed and declared that I was partly right but that the wanting to be naked was winning. “So, do you want to go to my bedroom?” I asked openly. His eyes lit up and he affirmed that he was ready to do so.
I led the way and he readily followed while gently squeezing my left cheek. The bedroom was large and comfortable and was easily lit by the lights of the city which provided a nice ambience. I turned to him and he pressed his lips hard against mine. I was glad that the smell of tobacco wasn’t strong and didn’t prevent me from being aroused. His lips were moist and met mine eagerly. He used both hands to squeeze my lower cheeks which led me to be more aroused.
I pulled up his short sleeved knit shirt and exposed his smooth chest with dark nipples. He was an attractive Malay man with dark skin and very dark hair. Perhaps he had more than a Chinese cock. I began to feel his bulge press against mine. As a younger man, his cock was already quite firm and I looked forward to getting his pants off so that I could confirm my guess about size. I reached down and undid the zipper of his dark pants and felt the soft fabric of his underwear behind the zipper. I knew that when I opened him up his cock would be pointing directly at me.
I dropped to my knees and undid his black belt so that his pants could drop to the floor. Only his soft underwear held in his hard cock. I pressed my face and lips against his cock and exhaled hot breath and moisture onto the head of his cock. His hands held the back of my head and pressed me hard into the stiffness in his underwear. He pulled his shorts down, eager to feel my warm wet mouth engulf him. I had that same eagerness, so it was a mutual desire. As I had anticipated, his cock was a nice thickness and about six inches of dark meat. He was uncut and ready to be devoured by a man old enough to be his father. I enjoyed the virility of a much younger man who had zero issues with his erection and was eager to find one or more hot holes to consume his manhood.
Often with an uncut cock I teased out the foreskin and took my time, but the heat of passion between us led me to just want the head of his cock massaging the back of my throat. I wanted his cock to feel the heat from the chilis I had eaten at dinner that still resonated their nature. I took his dick in one full gulp without my lips touching anything until I found his dark pubic hair at the base. He filled my mouth completely and I began my rhythmic back and forth sucking, providing his thick shaft with deep stimulation. My right hand tickled his balls lightly until I squeezed them off from the cock with a sudden twist.
It may well be that he had not had that experience before and he gasped, “Whoa!” from the intensity of my movement. Perhaps it was just the surprise element since I gave no warning of what I would do. His cock got thicker from the pressure I applied at the base. All the while I continued my rhythmic swallowing of his manly hard on. He pleasantly massaged my full head of soft hair and moaned with the joy he had hoped for.
I stood up and kissed him with the taste of his precum in my mouth. He eagerly thrust his tongue into my mouth, pushing and exploring as if it were his cock filling me. The level of passion was getting intense and I decided that it was time for full nudity. We removed our remaining clothes and climbed onto the comfortable bed. He turned me so my face was into a pillow and my ass was fully exposed. He straddled me to slide his cock between the deep crack of my ass. His arms held my shoulders pressed onto the bed and I arched my back to be receptive to him. His breathing was deep and full and he was really getting turned on by my tan lines from spending time at the pool with a bathing suit. Likely, my white ass shone brightly in the lights of Kuala Lumpur.
“Let’s go to the shower,” I suggested since it was a large modern shower with plenty of room for two. He accepted my suggestion and we changed venues to the glass and grey granite room that would provide a steamy shower with two steamed up naked men. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to be a bit warmer than usual to create the atmosphere that I wanted.
We were both wet from the water as our naked bodies pressed into each other cock to cock and mouth to mouth. Both areas were seeking entry and warmth as well as fulfillment. I took the liquid soap and poured a generous amount onto his smooth chest and lathered him sensually including his fully erect cock. I even sucked his cock when it was full of soap which surprised him with joy. He took the same liquid soap and turned me around to wash my back and lather up the lower part of my body. He paid particular attention to my anal opening and slipped in one finger to create a soapy lubrication. I leaned forward to expose myself further. Offering myself to his desire and mine as well. He slid in a second finger and rotated them to fully open me and make me ready to receive the thickness of his Malay cock.
He reached around and squeezed my left nipple while he thrust his fingers into me. I felt small amounts of pain from both areas with his roughness and eagerness to get me ready. I turned that pain into arousal and moaned, “I want to feel you.” He pressed his dick against the opening he had been working and pushed inside in a full quick thrust. It was a good thing that he was not thicker or I would have had to make him stop, but I adjusted the pain to arousal. I squeezed hard against his shaft as he held my hips with both hands.
He began his own rhythmic thrusting in and out each time taking his cock out all of the way to expose my opening to his eyes. I became fully receptive to him and relaxed so that he could take me as he desired. I thought about his dark cock as it plundered my white ass taking what it wanted. I wasn’t surprised that he came quickly in that steamy shower. I was certain that it had been sometime since he had had such an intense experience. I didn’t need him to be a power top who fucked me for an hour. I was most happy to feel him make his last full thrust with a huge exhale and shout that marked the animalistic moment we were enjoying.
I reached back with both my arms and pressed him into me to keep him there as long as was possible. He collapsed his head onto my back as he said, “Thank you,” with a full exhale of air that had been stuck in his lungs for some time. I wished that we were on the bed and he could have just collapsed himself onto me and maybe even briefly nod off to sleep. It was almost as though he did awake as his cock quickly pulled back from my opening. He held me tight from behind and I sensed his gratitude that I had been open to being naked with him, helping him find the release that he so needed.
I turned and kissed him softly on the lips. I then kissed his eyes with a tenderness that told him that all was well and he could relax. There was no judgement here of his sexual path.
We cleaned each other and laughed as we did so, enjoying each other’s touch. His face exuded new energy from the release of pent up sexual frustrations. I didn’t need an orgasm for myself but was completely satisfied, knowing that Matt had obtained what he needed.
We went to the bed, which had hardly been used. Now it would serve a good purpose of a clean place for our clean bodies to embrace and feel the humanity of each other. I held him protectively from the onslaughts of his world. I sensed that he needed strength and assurance to deal with the society that didn’t accept him as he was made by his creator. I affirmed his humanity and the value of what he had to offer and he was comforted by the fatherly connection that told him all would be well.
It was late now, and I knew that he would be working the next day. I asked him what time he needed to be awake in the morning and he sighed that it would be an early 6 AM day. I didn’t envy his youth that required him to answer the morning alarm of a new productive day. I told him that it was time for him to get some rest so that he would have enough energy for the workaday world.
He protested that he just wanted to be held and I relented as I continued to hold him dear and near. It was likely that he would not have many nights like this one with someone as open as I was to knowing the real person inside. We stayed in that close embrace for another fifteen minutes enjoying the naked embrace and acceptance of two men together. I didn’t have to speak the words that he knew would come. “OK,” he said with a different exhale that expressed the acceptance of his current lot in life.
I encouraged him to hold onto the depth of experience and find a way to have that in his life on a regular basis. I would be leaving in a couple of days and I knew that it was unlikely we would meet again during my time in Kuala Lumpur. He knew that as well and it nurtured his reluctance to leave.
I was the first out of the bed and putting clothes on my smooth body. He reluctantly followed like a dutiful son, honoring the wishes of his father. Once we were both clothed, we embraced for a full moment, lingering in the human connection we had made for an evening, enjoying the touch and smell of each other.
I escorted him beyond security and waved to him as he got into his car. He didn’t start his car right away and I sensed that even then he was reluctant to let the time that we had had drop into memory. Perhaps he wanted to deepen the memory by one more minute of breathing in what had taken place, or maybe he was just checking the messages on his phone and I was projecting my sense of holding onto a good moment in time.