A Career In Cruising

[heartlanders]

Chapter 1

I don’t remember when I started noticing him. He sits just across the aisle from me in the office. I could see him through the small window in his cubicle partition, which I do ever so often.

The office floor we are on is huge – an open concept design with endless rows of cubicles. The phones never seemed to stop ringing, floor boards rumbling as leather heels pace up and down.

Amidst the air filled with and an overlap of chatters and furious typing, he quietly slouches in his nook, bearing a Mediterranean bald patch, balloon waist and dull dress sense. But somehow, these physical imperfections, pieced together upon him, make him look magically desirable.

Donned on his body, even the dullest can become dazzling! Take for example his pair of black working pants, made of inferior polyester, and faded to a charcoal shade – look smart and snug on him, and with a groin knoll so pronounced that could be used as a clothes hanger.

He is an ordinary-looking, middle-aged bloke. The kind you would find in a food queue or waiting room of a clinic. He is the sort who shows up in the morning with hair kinks and ruffled sleeves – and couldn’t care less!

Yet there is some kind of an X factor in his pedestrian demeanour. Maybe it is his slacker slouch in his seat, thighs spread wide like a shark’s mouth at feeding time. Or his raspy, deep voice – like laryngitis never left him.

He has a lackadaisical charm about him, and nothing seems to disorientate or startle him – that’s why he is known as Mr Cool within his close group. Mr Cool, or Teo as he is more commonly known as, has been working for the company, doing sales, for the last 10 years. He is the kind of employee who neither shines nor stinks. Someone like him does not suck up to bosses, nor bother to socialize with colleagues.

Although we do not have particular work relations, I am quite sure Teo has noticed me, and that is not just because of the sheer proximity of our work cubicles. Two months ago, on a sluggish afternoon, I went to the men’s room for a leak, also taking the opportunity for a walk to straighten up my tired spine.

I pushed the door open, a strong whiff of mass-produced air freshener tickled my nostrils. Teo was parked at one of the urinals, drizzling away. Somehow the sight of him suddenly roused me from the dreariness of the afternoon: Teo split thighs, pert butts facing me, and with shirt ends drawn out like a school boy after class.

It was when I, for once, fully appreciated his hidden sexual assets: defined V-shape back, globe butts and rugby thighs. “Gosh, how could I have not noticed such a sexy daddy?” I said to myself as I approached the urinal next to his.

He was minding his own business, didn’t even turn to look at me. I stole a quick glance at his still-dripping tool …. Oh man! I nearly lost the grip on my bladder!

[heartlanders]

Chapter 2

It was a fat, young Japanese carp, pinkish throughout, spouting water into the urinal. I gaped, slackened cheeks, at his tool – uncut, smooth, shapely and as if polished and scrubbed by a felt cloth. It was rare beauty – a cock that age with no single spot of black pigmentation and ugly folds. Unbelievable!

I was so drawn to it that I stood next to him for at least 30 seconds, gawking, and without even unbuckling. He then felt something was amiss, and discreetly turned to ascertain. Needless to say, I was caught in the peeping act – red-faced, wide-eyed, and with lips apart.

His sudden head turn made me turn red on the spot, not even knowing how to proceed – to carry on with a leak or just dash out and resign from the company! I stood there still and helpless as a statue, he then flung-dry his penis and hastily zipped up.

After he disappeared behind the door, I limped towards the sink, looked in the mirror and stared at myself with deep disgust. “What the hell did I just d?” I nearly screamed out. How am I going to walk past his desk, enroute to mine, and behaved normal like nothing has happened?

But I did notice that for the split second when our eyes met between the urinals, his expression was rather ambiguous. It was somewhere between a meek, ‘you like it?’ look and an air of ‘I caught you staring’ glee. At the very least, he did not look homophobic or offended.

I consciously straightened my spine, and pretended to be on the phone while I swiftly passed his desk. I did not even dare to look at him to check out his expression. When I got back to my seat, I peered through the window of my cubicle and saw him deeply engrossed at work.

In the days that followed, there was a cloud of tension hanging above the aisle between us. Or it could well be just me feeling it. I was getting very self conscious, to the extent I would try not to get out of my seat unnecessarily to avoid running into him.

Then one evening, I was rushing out a report, and completely lost track of time. The next time I looked up from my laptop, the view outside the office windows was but city lights beneath a starry sky. “Oh dear, I’m so tired,” I stretched my limbs, nearly yawned. I turned around, and realised that the office was near empty except for some individuals in the far corner conferencing and the cleaning lady clearing trash.

I stood up from my seat and was startled by the sight of Teo, who also looked up at the same time. It was a an awkward moment, I averted my sight immediately, still standing up stretching, mouth stretched into a large yawn hole.

I quickly sat down, my heart began to pound like tribal drums.

Later that evening, something strange happened. To avoid passing his desk, I took a longer route to a more distant copier to pick up some prints, and when I returned, there was a muffin on my desk. I looked around me, there was no one near, and even he was gone - his computer screen shut down to a black, pearly film.

Who could it be? I wondered to myself.

[Guest reader]

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[heartlanders]

Chapter 3

I didn’t eat the muffin, instead watched it sat pretty on the table top. It was of banana flavour - bits of burnt yellow chunks, half sunken into the dough, crowned the muffin. “Did Teo thoughtfully put this on my table knowing that I’ll be working late?” I thought to myself. If so, he is a muffin himself, solid on the outside, but soft within.

I relished at the thought, but immediately chided myself for romanticising the sudden appearance of the muffin. It could well be any passing colleague, not just Teo. Or perhaps even the cleaning woman who was clearing the foodstuff in the pantry.

But the sight of the muffin and the departure of Teo were uncannily coincidental. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled at the muffin, and continued with my report. But somehow that evening in the office, I found myself exceptionally relaxed while at work – humming to the music from my PC, even tapping my toes in rhythm.

I brought the muffin home, microwaved it, and had it for supper. I sliced it into thin bits to maximising my savouring of it. It had been a long since I last tasted one – a muffin, and the hazy bliss of being in love. Gosh!

The next day, it got even harder for me to pass Teo’s table while getting to mine. I walked with my half my head peering into my duffer bag, pretending to be groping for something. Yes it sounds pathetic, but I just could not be myself anymore in the presence of Teo.

Teo was as normal as usual. His morning hair was evidently shaped by the night’s pillow, his shirt ends escaped from the grasp of his pants, sticking out like strange origami art. I stole a glance through the small window of my cubicle board – he was reading the morning daily, in between sips from his coffee mug. And he obviously forgot to shave that morning, with stubble perfect to get cheeky with.

“Teo, you want to join us for lunch?” Someone stood over his cubicle saying. “Kelly’s last day today, so we are buying her a farewell lunch.”

“No I can’t do lunch today. Got a con call to do at 1230, you guys go ahead,” I heard Teo replied in his characteristic throatiness.

He is not going for lunch. I sensed an opportunity immediately. Perhaps I should buy him something to munch.

At about 1225, I saw Teo walking into the conference room with his usual notepad, with fully displaced shirt ends at the back. I quickly went to the deli downstairs and got him a chicken sandwich, with extra topping of bacon and cranberry, and a can of Coke.

I then got back up and put the lunch pack on his desk, without anyone looking of course, and ran off.

After lunch, I passed Teo’s desk, he was not there. But the lunch pack was not on his table anymore. I peered into the trash bin by the side of his desk: crushed sandwich wrapper and a consumed Coke can were dumped within.

[Guest waiting]

Heartlanders, waiting for u to continue.

[Andy@Tokyo]

me too heartlanders

[Takahome]

I am waiting for updates also lol

[Tight Ass]

Heartlander, can you include TightAss character into your story too.

[Devilchub]

heartlander, u have been pen off for more then a week for now. Still looking forward to hear from u

[Tight Ass]

heartlander, u have been pen off for more then a week for now. Still looking forward to hear from u

May be he needs to get his pants off first before getting his pen on.. ..

[heartlanders]

Chapter 4

From my surreptitious observations, Teo probably has three pairs of work pants. Two black and one brown. All his pants are double-pleated, and made from a suspiciously wool-blend fabric. His pants fit him smart and snug, and are tight enough to outline his charismatic bulges.

Contained within his pants, his buttocks are globoid as watermelons. Fleshy and tight, his rear assets – sexily dimpled at the sides – are mannequin material. And especially of the sort you see in the underwear section of a departmental store – with a pronounced convexity at the groin.

His pants are definitely not designer branded, and more like those you would find in discount bins. But yet when filled out by his limbs, the banal-looking pants come to life with mouth watering ridges, glaringly 3 dimensional, threatening to crack the seams.

I particularly enjoy watching Teo from behind where his pants get swallowed between the crack of his buttocks – into a triangular slit. How I often wish I could reach inside to dig for anal warmth. Sick desires, I know, haha!

Since that day the mysterious muffin appeared on my desk, I have been toying with a mischievous thought. And with every sighting of his cleft gluteus passing my cubicle, I feel a strong urge to execute the dirty design hanging in my head.

And one day, over lunch time, I decided to do it.

I stayed behind and waited for the office to clear, then left a note on his table. “If you are what I read you to be, wear your brown pants tomorrow,” the note says. I sometimes surprised myself with my own courage, and irreverence.

I saw Teo coming back from lunch and saw the note on his table. He held it up to a comfortable reading distance, and then put it down like it was any other post-it message left behind by a colleague. His face was expressionless, as usual, with not even a dismissal grin.

I quickly hid behind my cubicle, afraid to attract suspicions. In my heart, I was see-sawing between regret and glee, and fighting hard not to steal another glance at him.

The next day came. I was in the office earlier than usual, couldn’t bottle up my anxiety over Teo’s wardrobe selection for the day, looking over my cubicle wall ever so often to see if he has arrived.

Finally he entered the office, from my seated position, I could only see his upper body coming towards my direction. My heart was beating like some tribal drums, loud and rhythmless.

Gosh, the moment of truth has finally arrived, it was as if I was about to unravel one of life’s biggest mysteries.

Teo came closer and closer, I could almost feel tremors caused by his lazy gait. Suddenly and instinctively, I looked up as he swung into his cubicle. I caught the exact second as just as he exited from the common aisle to his cubicle – brown pants!

[heartlanders]

Chapter 5

Oh my, brown pants! I was jumping for joy inside me – at my seat. It was as I had struck lottery, but desperately trying to contain my joy.

I watched him swagger past my seat to the pantry, likely for a coffee fix, his buttocks like ripened Siamese melons, perfect for finger nibbling. There is something about his rear assets that make my eyes burst wide open. They are firm as party balloons, jiggling slightly between strides, and magically provide generous curves to his otherwise lifeless pants. And whenever he hunches forward, a pair of wide, V-shaped underwear seams slice across his pert globes, causing me to gasp for extra oxygen.

And when he walks back to his seat with his front approaching me, his signature groin bulge dangles before my eyes! It is as if he has a horned figurine stuffed between his thighs, severely tenting up the front of his pants.

My blood was racing through vessels the whole morning. It was as I was on caffeine overdose, my adrenalin unabated. I could not sit still, my heart was pounding drum-like, and I kept looking through my cubicle window for a sight of him.

Lunch time came. Again I waited for him to leave his table before I slipped another post it on his keyboard.

“Thanks for wearing your brown bums hugger. They make my heart work doubly hard, but not me. Meet me at the 15th floor toilet at 3.00pm, I will be waiting.”

Lust has gotten the better of me. The sensible side of me could no longer bottle up my caveman instincts. What the heck, I am going to test the waters with him anyway.

He returned from lunch as usual at a quarter to 2, coffee in hand, his brown pants looking a little more creased at the groin, perhaps due to prolonged sitting. He caught sight of the post it immediately, but did not reveal the slightest reaction.

I was staring from the corner of my eye through my little window, holding down my breathing. His blasé expression was charming, as if nothing in this world could make him lift an eyebrow at.

3pm. People in the office were visibly restless, some semi-dozing off, some making quiet phone calls. The office was half empty, the morning’s office drone had mysteriously disappeared.

I quietly left my seat to make my way to the 15th floor toilet, bypassing the common aisle between our cubicles. The toilet is one of those where a special key must be drawn from the receptionist for access. It is not a commonly used toilet, as the 15th floor, which is just above ours, is half occupied by the company’s server room. Racks and racks of computer equipment lined the floor which is exceptionally cold.

The 15th floor toilet is slightly bigger than usual. Ironic, considering its low usage. It is sparkling clean, always smelling antiseptic. The water from the tap is cold as ice, and tiles seem to have a layer of condensed frost on them. I inserted the key, and twisted open the door. A chilly draft greeted me.

[heartlanders]

Chapter 6

I stood before the row of mirrors, surprised by my own impulse. What if he really turns up? But so what? It is a common toilet, I have a right to be here. Or if he is really turned on by my post its, I may be rewarded by a special striptease. A myriad of possibilities was playing in my mind, but I was not looking for an answer or conclusion.

I caught sight of myself smiling in the mirror. It was a very subdued smile, almost negligible, yet unmistakable. I was not aware that I was smiling until I looked at my own reflection. In the same way, a part of me suddenly feel alien about my own appearance in this toilet.

Before I could fathom my own mysterious smile, I heard weighty footsteps approaching the toilet. I looked down at my wrist – 3.05 pm. They sounded like they belong to a big and burly workman wearing thick-soled construction boots, or so I fantasised again.

I quickly composed myself, and stood before the farthest urinal from the door, ears strained to hear the slightest creak of the door. Seconds passed like a blob of glue, inching so slowly.

I could hardly leak out a drop of urine, too excited by the prospect of meeting him in these confines. I was anticipating the rotation of the door hinge, my heart beating wildly as a fleet of escaping elephants stamping across the forest grounds.

The door then swung open, a pair of brown pants trudged into the toilet. It was him – Teo. I quickly turned my head to mind my own business as he came and stood before a urinal no more than a metre away from me. I heard him unbuckling his belt. It was cruelly teasing. I always have a fetish listening to the metallic clang of belt buckle, it greatly fuels my fantasy of the guy undressing.

His belt continuously jingled as he loosened his pants. The series of resonant metallic sounds were turning me like fire to fuel. Still fighting hard not to look in his direction, I then thought I saw a shadow flapping past the corner of my eye.

I turned towards him, he happened to look up as well. Our eyes met. It was an awkward moment. Blank gazes, silences, pants down.

I slowly lowered my line of sight down his body to his zip level. His hand was clutching onto what seemed like a bunch of skin folds which was projecting urine.

As though embarrassed, he turned away from me and kept his eyes back to his spilling tool. I wondered what he was thinking looking down at his own penis nestling in a bed of wiry hair poking into the atmosphere. Just like I always wonder what a man is thinking when he sees his own naked body in the mirror. Does he turn himself on?

I was erected beyond urination, standing there with my hand strategically covering my tool. Teo was still watering away, irrigating the urinal with the splash of a garden sprinkler.

What will this be leading to?

I decided to try something really naughty. What the heck!

[heartlanders]

Chapter 7

I could hear the air-conditioner condenser humming outside the wall of the toilet. It was a continuous buzz, like the sound inside a bee hive, or I imagined.

His urination was sheer music to my ears. It started as gentle waves in the French Rivera to the overflowing rapids of The Rockies. It turned me on, and ignited my imagination like a drum of fuel to a ball of fire.

His forceful flow seemed neverending, betraying strong pelvic muscles and also a huge penile hose. My heart fluttered at those fleshly thoughts.

“You wrote me those post its?”

I thought I heard him say.

“Sorry, you talking to me?” My head turned towards him, hand still shielding my erection.

His penis was spraying like a garden hose, “I said you wrote me those post its?”

I was too embarrassed to reply him, my erection reduced to limpness within those few seconds.

He turned away and looked down at his own tool as he shook it dry of leftover urine. I stole a glance of his lower body, his penis was a large bundle of skin folds.

“Yes I did write you those post its,” I simply blurted out at the sight of his family jewels. It was as if I could not control my own speech.

He shot a look at me, calm and blank, casual as we were discussing work amidst the toilet break.

“But what makes you turn up?” I decided to pin him down.

His eye contact was loaded, yet blank. It was as if he was trying to convey a message with eyes as still as that of a doll.

He dug his hand into the pants to tuck in his shirt, in a bid to zip himself up. Men in that pose is extremely sexy. Their zip down, briefs peek-a-boo, and hands dipped inside their pants. I was burning in the flames of lust.

I looked him in the eye, expectant.

He buckled up, suave and unhurried, almost like acting in a men’s product commercial.

“You telling me why you are here?” I pressed on.

He remained speechless, nearly zipping up before he said, “I am here because I am curious about the notes writer. But now, you are making me more curious, as I am wondering about your intentions.”

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[heartlanders]

Chapter 8

I was surprised by his directness, and more so by his unflappable interaction with me. There wasn’t a hint of homophobic displeasure, neither any rawness at handling a gay’s seduction.

“What are you expecting?” I said effecting inviting undertones.

He surveyed my face like a policeman matching against my photo in the ID. I felt uncomfortable, but curious what he might say next. He then puffed out a cynical laughter, “You buying me another sandwich for lunch.”

My eyes brightened at his humour. “I could offer you a sandwich between my jaws,” I decided to get to the point, his half-buckled pants were melting my guard against him.

He raised his brows simultaneously like an exaggerated cartoon character expression. “Wow, you sure you want to do that?”

I inched closer, suddenly shocked by my own progress, “Unless you tell me not to.”

He broke into one of his half-baked laughter again, as if that was his reply to my invitation.

“So? Is that a come-hither laughter? Or you laughing it all off?” I threw the ball back at him.

He took a quick glance at the door behind us, “You sure?” The thumbed in and out of his belt line, seemingly still deliberating.

I nodded with a toothful smile. Eager but not hard up. He smiled back, “You sure this place is safe?”

“Why not? It is a spare toilet of sorts, moreover there is only one spare key for use,” I assured him, moving closer by a step or two.

The overflowing charm of Teo is his ordinariness. He is as common as a stocky guy in a bank queue you stare at while standing behind him, admiring his firm, fleshy butts tightly wrapped in a pair of nondescript tailored pants.

Teo didn’t utter a word anymore, but displayed an intense expression – like he was driving amidst busy rush hour traffic.

I didn’t know how to start. He is like a pretty cream cake I salivate after while it was daintily displayed in a rotating glass fridge. But after I brought it home, and took it out from its box, I hesitated to cut it, and half not knowing too where the slicing tip should be.

Teo was waiting for me to make my first move. His half-drawn zip and uneasy hands were anticipating my groping advances.

I was trapped in inertia. Gosh, I felt like I couldn’t even lift my hand.

We stood there almost frozen, staring stupidly at one another. I thought I didn't hear the hum from the aircon condenser anymore.

[heartlanders]

Chapter 9

The loo became very silent, if I strain my ears, I could possibly hear dust specks falling upon the dry, tiled floor. In the midst of the soundless confines, the aircon condenser suddenly came to life, giving rise to a deafening boom, like multiple gears grinding simultaneously without lubricant.

I was jolted out of my dormant stance, nearly falling forward onto him. He raised his hands out as if to grab me. We nearly touched until I quickly stabilised myself. “Sorry, that gave me a fright,” I headed to the aircon with some embarrassment.

“You ok?” He said with genuine concern.

“Ya, fine,” I let out a smile of relief.

Suddenly my hesitation to advance my physical inclinations disappeared. I stepped forward to stroke his chest. Nice, with firm ridges and cuddly warmth. I continued to move my fingers across his broad pectorals, back and forth, with the concentration of a blind over Braille.

“You have nice chest. Were you a swimmer? You must have done weights,” I said still fingering his undulating contours.

“I did swim a bit in my younger days,” he breathed in heavily, “But these days, I rather let my penis do the swimming.”

I was turned on by his dirty talk, and I slapped his chest lightly with mock displeasure. “You really like to let it out swimming?” I patted his groin like I was greeting a puppy.

He smiled lecherously, pleased with my hand position. His groin was a solid package, not unlike a bag of potatoes, packed with protrusions and firmness.

“Nice,” I smiled back at him. “I always knew you lug a big parcel between your legs,” I nudged deep into him until he jerked to the rear as if in discomfort.

“Can I see it?” I spoke breathily.

He did not answer me, but his eyes related a resounding ‘Yes!’

I downed his zip, my fingers dug into his pants. It was warm inside, somewhat moist too, like a microwave after a steaming operation.

He was breathing through his mouth, rather audibly. My fingers hit a barrier – it was hard at some sections, soft elsewhere. I let my fingers felt around it, familiarising the rough contours.

“You are wet,” my finger came across a moist spot.

“Am I?” He puffed air more than speak.

“Yes, wet here,” I depressed the wet part to indicate to him.

“Mmm …” he was getting wordless.

[Guest reader]

please continue ..... dun stop at critical times

[cw30]

ya lor, all wet liao , reader, right? hahaha

[heartlanders]

Chapter 10

Up close, I noticed Teo has a unconventionally handsome face. Thick and asymmetrical eyebrows, squarish jaws, a virile nose, and deep laugh lines. His nose is slightly punctured at the base, likely due to a sports accident or bar brawl. He has an angular skull, looks like the sort that can smash beer bottles and head someone unconscious.

He smells good too. I sniffed his neck to get a faint whiff of baby powder, likely applied after his morning bath. When I drifted further, I detected mild, sweaty undertones – perhaps wafted from his armpits.

“You kiss?” I asked affectionately.

“Not with a guy,” he said without deliberation.

“Why not? You don’t like it or never had the opportunity?” I pressed on.

He knotted his brows, “I am not fully gay.”

“Then what are you?” I said with a cynical smirk.

Still knotting his brows, “I am gay curious.”

“So why aren’t you curious about what it feels like to kiss a guy?” I asked sarcastically.

Teo smiled at me. It was as if he didn’t know what to say. He looked charming wearing that smile. His cheeks bloated upon uplift, and eyes minimised to nearly skin folds. I could not bear to fire another difficult question, moreover, this is not the time for questions. Not when my hand was on his manhood.

“You want me to blow you?” I offered.

He didn’t answer, but still smiling. I slowly loosened his pants till they fall to his ankles, his black undies peering out from his shirt ends. He has sturdy legs, the sort that has undergone rigorous soccer training, branching out from his briefs.

I lifted his shirt to get a full view of him in briefs. My eyes melted. He looked sexy as a lifeguard in tight trunks. His briefs looked blandly normal, full cut design – but pack the right curves and bumps, like they swallowed balloons.

“Yeww luk …. sexy,” I was beginning to sound gibberish.

Teo still kept the smile on his face. But he looked more pleased. I slipped my hand into the waistband of his underwear, entering into his furry zone.

Wow, he is hairy down there. I could not feel his skin anymore, just waxy pubic growth tangled between my fingers.

I inched southwards slowly and cautiously, like I was entering into a cobra’s nest.

At the rim of his pubic flesh, I caught fire.

[bichublvr]

So................

the anticipation is turning cold

[heartlanders]

Chapter 11

The thrill of landing hand on a straight man is like an adventurer discovering new hinterlands. The pride and head rush of being a straight man’s first man are making my fingers throb with excitement as they enter into his groin pit.

I snaked my hand into his underwear and rummage through its contents like a blind fondling for a grip. Pubic bush, scrotum flaps, a semi-hard penis, egg-shaped testicles, trapped moist …… I thought was in heaven, my palm was always filled with grab-fuls as I dug around the confines of his underwear.

“You are very well packed,” I flattered him with the tip of my tongue piercing through my incisors.

“Thanks, thought they were rather ordinary,” he replied like semi-breathless.

“Your wife is lucky,” teeth gritting in seduction.

“You are luckier, cos you enjoy playing it more than her,” he thumbed the sides of his underwear, as if indicating his desire to free ball.

I pulled down his briefs with some difficulty, some parts were stuck between skin slits. “Wow,” I almost choked upon my own exclamation, “You are really huge.”

There was an amorous odour wafted from his naked groin, like overnight cheese being uncovered from a laundry bag. It smelled bad, yet stirring.

“Suck me,” he grunted.

I gripped his penis like handling a snake. It was quite an ugly creature – like an overcooked, caramelised banana, twisted out of shape, and with a battered mushroom head. But nonetheless, my lips were mysteriously drawn to it, like metal to magnet.

I capped his penis inside my mouth, it bloated my cheeks like I had the tip of a fat mango stuffed within. “Mmmm ………” I throated.

I felt like a barbarian tucking in a raw feast. His penile flesh reeked of sweat and uric grime. Tasted almost like a huge blob of unwashed oyster flesh, marinated in pre-cum.

I don’t know when he started thrusting into my mouth. Saliva was displaced, some of his pubic hair was caught between my teeth.

“You like it?” He sounded breathless.

“Mmmmmm ………,” was all I could reply.

He started jamming my mouth more forcefully, hammering the roof of my jaws apart. I felt gagged, but there was an unspeakable enjoyment in his violent moves.

I was drifting in the grey area between pain and pleasure, like an alcoholic tiptoeing at the brink of high and unconsciousness.

[nicefatboy]

I like the new story about Chin but how is the relationship with Teo going to end up. Waiting for next installment.

Thanks a million

[Guest what's next]

Ya, what happen next?

Waiting waiting waiting....

[Devilchub]

Dear Heartlander,

It've been almost two weeks since u pen off from chapter 11, i believe there r many other fans of ur like me still looking forward to hear from u again. Please dun let us wait too long leh.....

[heartlanders]

Chapter 12

Teo is the kind of man who could make my hair stand and skin stretch away from the bones. He is really My Type, from his golfer’s tan to rugged limbs – I could not believe my eyes that I was looking at something so near perfect (for me at least)! I felt like I was awed to extraordinary limits, like a blind man who regained sight and took his first look at the world.

As I was mouthing Teo, I suddenly felt his hand gripping my finger. At first I thought it was an act of arousal. But not long after, he led my finger to his ass, and clamped it between his buttock lobes.

His buttock crack was sweaty and warm, and he was squeezing my finger by contracting his prostate muscles. I was turned on, as well surprised by his desire to be fingered.

I let go of his wet dick from my mouth, “You like being ……… penetrated?” Wary that my suggestion would bruise his manly ego. Teo looked at me with puppy eyes, willing but vulnerable. “Just finger, nothing else.”

Ok, so he is into being finger f _ _ ked. Kinky.

I continued to suck him noisily, with generous intakes of saliva and air. But I also started to burrow into his slimy ass cave. As I tunneled in further, it was hot and sludgy. Almost felt like I dug my finger into the fillings of a casserole pie hot off the oven.

“Slsssh ………” he swirled the saliva under his tongue in ecstacy. “Slllsssh ……” he helplessly sounded off.

His ass slot was tight. I had to push in with considerable force, also due to the friction caused by the faecal muck lining the orifice. “You have a really tight hole,” I complimented.

“Hmmmmmm ………” he moaned in acknowledgement, looking lost in enjoyment.

My finger wormed in almost fully, I felt like it was stuck in a keyhole, I almost could not withdraw it. “You have a bloody tight ass,” I exclaimed, attempting to force my way out.

Teo must have a virgin rabbit hole. It was raw and closed, seemed untraversed by a foreign body.

“You’ve been finger f _ _ ked before,” I wanted to add a dirty-talking dimension to our toilet act.

He shook his head, eyelid still locked. “Hmmmmm ……” he let out another yearning moan.

“Yewww r doin a gooood jorrrb,” he spoke with a hint of vowels, stroking my head with his free hand.

“I can do even better if you want to explore something kinkier,” I proposed invitingly.

[Guest teo]

Sob sob, you jilted me.

You chuck me aside since you get to know Chin.

[Guest chin]

Heartlander is in Sydney with me. You can wait....... :yuk:

[Devilchub]

Dear Heartlander,

U went holiday with Chin n settle down there with him har? Dun forget all ur fans still waiting for u here hor....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :whistle: