I met an Asian guy, about half my age, and we got naked together back at my place
I met this guy via a cellphone app. He was maybe late 20s or early 30s, a good-looking Asian guy, dark-haired, modest, quiet. His parents were Japanese. He grew up in California. He was short, but his cock was bigger than I expected. Conversation with him was initially difficult. I wondered whether he was autistic. He had a PhD in a pharmacy-related field from one of the most famous universities on the East Coast. I met him at the corner Starbucks. We had an awkward chat. I asked him to come back to my place. We sat down on the sofa. I admired his fingernails. They were clean, neat and in good shape. That was my excuse for touching his hand. We then began kissing. He liked being kissed behind the ears. I took off his shirt. He liked having his nipples stroked. He made the sort of involuntary yelps that Japanese young men make on porn sites, but which, up to then, I’d always thought were manufactured and fake. His were real. He was wearing a slim pair of green, checked, flannel boxers. He had a big hard boner making his underpants disordered and wonderfully, dirtily damp. His hard cock that was like a tool made for the hand. I got him into the bedroom. He didn’t say it, but I could tell he wanted a hard cock up his bum. I was unsure of my hard-on. So I provided some substitutes with my tongue and hand. He liked having his legs spread and my licking him up the ass. He was perfectly clean and there was no taste. He stroked himself off as I watched. He fell asleep on my shoulder. Loved that as much as the sex. He stayed for dinner after he woke up and it was great to spend time with him. Conversation much easier with him by then. I saw him one more time for dinner, but he didn’t want to have sex after our second dinner. He became evasive when I texted him, so I gave him his privacy.
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