Anson and Jorge in Asia, Ch. 03
Next stops: Singapore and Bangkok
This is the third in a series of fictional stories. There is a little recap at the beginning since these stories were not originally written as chapters in a series. All characters engaged in sexual activities are over 18. In an earlier chapter, the guys were tested, found clean, and agreed to be exclusive. Thus there is no mention of wrappers. AI was not used in the creation of this story. © 2023, all rights reserved. Brunosden
Anson and Jorge took the bullet train to Narita Airport (via Tokyo), spent the night at an airport hotel and took the early morning Singapore Air flight to Singapore. The first stop on their Asian tour was over—a dozen plus days of discovery (many of those days of "discovery" within the confines of their hotel suite) in Tokyo and Kyoto.
Arrival at the international airport in Singapore was typically uneventful and efficient. A hotel car and driver were waiting at the exit and about a half hour later, they checked into the Four Seasons Hotel, just off Orchard Road. It was already mid afternoon, and they had eaten on the plane. So, after they settled in, they dressed immediately for a workout.
Modern Singapore had developed several new hotel districts—on the "entertainment" (gambling) island created with fill in the sea which surrounded the island nation and near the new vertical botanical garden—both just outside the city center. It was a typical Singapore move: Singapore was both intensely commercial and socially conservative. Gambling, drinking and dancing were all taboo for "good" Singaporeans—but the elite did not want to lose out on the enormous profits from these "sins"—particularly if the "sinners" were foreign. So they built an artificial island and connected it with a toll bridge and an aerial cable car. Singaporeans were discouraged from visiting—except of course to work or to visit the Disney-style theme park on one side of the new island. Then additional tourist attractions and hotels were built outside the city to diversify the traffic.
Anson had been to Singapore many times on business and preferred the commercial hotels downtown. He thought the small Four Seasons was the nicest and very convenient. It had taken most of a day to do the transfers. The trains and airports were crowded, and it was very hot.
Anson and Jorge had been together now for over three weeks. Anson had decided to travel after his wife's death—and years of forced celibacy during her long illness. He had also decided he wanted a companion—a male "fuck-buddy"—a pleasure he had denied himself during his long marriage and his wife's long illness. He had "interviewed" several candidates and picked Jorge. They had spent about a week together in San Francisco and another week plus in Japan.
Anson was a lawyer—a partner litigator in a major San Francisco firm from which he was on sabbatical. He was athletic, in shape, and looked much younger than his actual age (50-ish). He was about 6-2; had an athlete's build (tennis, sailing and gym); dark curly hair with just a touch of grey on the sides. All of the guys he had interviewed (second interviews all involved tests for sexual "compatibility") were shocked at the size of his "endowment" when he took them to bed. He had warned in his e-post, but no one believes that kind of information, particularly on internet dating sites, even the screened elite ones.
Jorge was younger, a veteran Army medic who had gone back to university to become a Nurse Practitioner and Physicians' Assistant. He was starting a long leave of absence—in an attempt to recharge after years of superhuman effort in the COVID wing of a major hospital.
Jorge had been one of the four "finalists" in Anson's unusual online search for a "travel companion with benefits". His muscular, gym-rat, dusky good looks and compassionate personality had won Anson's approval--as well as his lust. He was also a dream in bed: a power bottom. At the time, since Anson was a confirmed top, the impressive length and girth of Jorge's uncut penis didn't seem to matter so much as Jorge's active and sensuous receptivity to Anson's hunger. But that would change. They were traveling together for about two months—at Anson's expense, while Anson's condo in San Francisco was being remodeled.
Anson and Jorge were now very comfortable with each other. Jorge had moved from tentative, almost submissive sub to a willing and contributing partner in pleasure. Anson had taken Jorge in every possible way, really enjoying Jorge's sensuous body language. And, on the last evening in Kyoto, much to Jorge's surprise, Anson had insisted that Jorge top him and take his anal cherry.
Singapore was not on the original itinerary that Anson had proposed to his potential companions, mainly because Singapore was probably the least Asian of all the major cities in East Asia. It was very Western; very conservative—almost puritanical with respect to sexual morality; but it did have several not-to-be-missed attractions, including the world's only night zoo, the world's largest aviary, and the world's tallest botanical garden. And the Pan-Asian cuisine was well known. Anson had been there many times. He had several Singaporean clients including one for whom he had handled high-tech litigation. When one client had heard from one of his partners that Anson was planning an Asian holiday, he had insisted that he be given an opportunity to show him a non-tourist Singapore. So changes in the itinerary were made.
Because of the expected conservative social environment (at least on the public face), Anson had broken his "two can travel as cheaply as one" rule and had not booked a suite—but rather two adjoining rooms. They were nominally colleagues traveling for pleasure, but not obviously attached or sexually involved. The Assistant Manager, who had pretended he remembered Anson from previous trips, took them to the two rooms. He settled them in and briefly introduced the mechanical devices. Minutes later luggage was delivered. By prior agreement, they changed into gym gear. While Jorge had been careful to engage in daily gym time in Japan, Anson had let a few days slip by. Both needed a workout.
The gym was well-equipped, spotless, and not terribly crowded in the late afternoon. Anson noticed that it had been set up in his favorite style: a stretch area, then a large open semi-circle containing a "circuit" with free weights at the end. Anson particularly liked the discipline of the circuit: exercise stations with quickly reset pre-flagged weights (light, medium and heavy). Participants moved around the circuit, three minutes at each, one-half minute to re-position, every third circuit aerobic. Movement was "controlled" by rock music. There were 18 stations in all (try for 3 reps of 10 each at each station, but move on anyway when the music stops). There were also two "cut-outs" that would add 4 stations each—one for arm development; the other for adding depth to 6 or 8-pac cuts). Speed and reps were more important than weights. The view out the windows onto the pool deck was a nice touch. It was like a tough game of musical chairs. Both guys entered the circuit, and emerged about an hour later, tired and dripping from the high humidity, despite the AC, but with that very pleasant after-glow of a good workout.
