You are a middle aged Asian man (Indian sub continent). Down to earth, unglamorous and overweight but attractive in your own way and possessing a natural masculinity. I am a white British man fascinated by what to you is perfectly ordinary but to me is exotic and exciting: your brown body. You have a masterful tendency. I have a submissive streak that makes...
I was on a website where guys share photos of their wives. There was a guy showing pictures of his Indian wife and they lived in the same state as me, about only 60 miles or so away. I responded to his posts and complimented her and wrote how hot she was and how her photos gave me a hard on to look at them. Over the next few months we exchanged numerous emai...
Less than five months from the time the Master—I no longer could think of and refer to him as the Indian doctor—had initiated me, I had four more-or-less regular sex partners dominating me. I couldn't use the word lover at that point, however. All of them were using me more for their own pleasure and needs than for mutual satisfaction. On Saturday afternoons...
"I'd like to make an Australian Crawl." Stan gave a hearty laugh and acknowledged an empty glass up the bar. While he was gone, Keith, in turn, acknowledged that his own beer glass had miraculously filled on its own. He didn't have much doubt that Stan was trying to get him drunk so that Keith would go in the back room with him. The burly barkeep had been pu...
Air travel nowadays is a crapshoot. The worst aggravation can happen when you least expect it. That day when I flew back to the Dallas/Fort Worth airport after a short business trip, planning to catch a connection back to my home in Austin, I had no idea how screwed up things were going to get. It was the end of May. We had taken off from St. Louis late on...
"Lie back on the bed and cough when I tell you to, please." I did so, a little embarrassed I'd gone hard, but since the doctor was examining me to certify me clean to have bareback sex with a man, and he undoubtedly knew that, I didn't know why I should be embarrassed. Maybe it was because the doctor was a hunk and a half and told me up front not to worry a...
I don't know why I felt like I did that day. I just woke up wanting to get fucked and I knew who I wanted to do it. Raj was this old Indian guy who ran a small shop. He was short and hairy and had a big belly. Nice guy. We always had a little chat when I went in there, and at first I hadn't thought of him in a sexual way. That day, though, in my mind he just...
My second time with Beni. He's an Indian guy, about 50, with a long beard. This time we're in a hotel out near the airport. He paid for it. I think he regards me as his property, sexually, at least. But he's respectful, and that's what counts. As soon as we enter the room he says we should strip to our underpants. I do so, and admire the view as he removes...
Riding the backroads between Butterworth on the Malay peninsula, across the water from the island of Penang, and the plantation manor at Taman Binjai on Mountjoy, with Sebastian on the lead behind me, I glimpsed a disturbance off in a cinnamon tree field at the side of the pathway. An undulating furry pelt peeked out incongruously from between the cinnamon t...
Driving across London might not be the longest journey in the world, but it's a slow one. I had been in this little Toyota for half an hour and we were still a long way from home. The driver was Asian, a short, stocky guy wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, which I thought was unusual, even in the height of summer. He looked quite smart, but not like a c...