I've been horny since I was eleven. Once I discovered the joys of masturbation I never let a day go by without jerking off at least twice. I had thought about fucking since shortly after my self-discovery. I intuitively knew that my dick was made for pussy. If it felt so heavy and powerful in my hands just think what it would feel like sliding in and out of a girl's cunt! Sure, my right hand was great but it was just a temporary measure until I could get the real thing.
I bet some of you are stupidly snickering about now, thinking what Vietnamese guys are as tough as you. I know I'm shorter than the average American, but I am no weakling. My dad made Huan and I go to karate school and I excelled even more than he did. I may not have looked like much, but I was tough and a scrapper that most guys quickly learned not to fuck with. I was on my high school's wrestling team but enjoyed my finer moments playing soccer.
I have more abs than I deserve and walk with a swagger in and out of the school showers. It was fun seeing guys stare at my cockāyep those big white boys who thought they were hot shit were always shocked to see what was hiding under my towel. Seven inches is larger than average and I know some were bigger than I but on my body, it looked huge. There must have been some intermarriage in my family's past but neither Huan nor I were complaining. We were far ahead of most in the dick department and I intended to use mine to achieve great personal pleasure.
The reason I got involved with Matt was because my Dad caught me fucking around with a white girl from school. Yep, I've always liked white meat and this girl got me hot. She was turned on when she got a glimpse of my dick when she caught sight of me goofing off with the guys in the gym. One of the guys had pulled down my shorts for a laugh not knowing any girls were around. Of course, I got the last laugh as his girlfriend was the one who happened by and saw my glory hanging out thereālooking immense jutting out from my relatively lithe but extremely taut body.
She made a point of flirting with me whenever he wasn't around. Finally, I was able to invite her to stop by after school with the pretense that I'd "help" her with some sticky math problems from our trig class. Thinking the storage shed would be a safe bet for what I had in mind, I had easily relieved her of her blouse and had gotten hot feeling her smooth, white tits. My olive skin felt so hot next to hers. She was quickly moaning and I wasted no time slipping on a condom and getting my first taste of girl-pussy.
Unfortunately, I had just started plugging her cunt, savoring the feeling of no-hands sex, when Dad opened the door of the storage shed, screamed at me in Vietnamese and gave me 30 seconds to be off her, dressed and out of the shed. Sheila, the skanky white girl was scared out of her wits and was dressed and out of there before I could slip on my shoes. Still, she told a few of her friends about my monster cockāwell, it seemed big to herāwhich didn't harm my reputation at all.
Dad told me if he ever caught me again, he'd whip me on the spot and I believed him. The problem was my family. Dad and Mom are very religious and made me promise not to screw around again. But having had a sample, all I could think of was getting more.
Huan stayed outside the fray until later. He thought it was funny which pissed me off. Just because he was 20 and the oldest son, he seemed to have the freedom and latitude to screw whenever he likedāand while he was discrete, there was no denying that he had taken more than his fair share of pussy. It was shortly after all this went down that Huan told me he had an idea. He told me about this white guy a hot chick had referred to him. He was amazed at the guy's sexual reaction to a massage and found himself getting off on the idea of turning him out. He even told me of what he had done during that first appointment.
I could relate to what he was saying. I was tired of the superior attitude many of the white guys I knew had toward Asians. They had the false impressive that we were all gentle and weak. Somewhere along the line, they had forgotten that many held deep inside themselves the warrior ethos of the great Kahn of China, the Japanese Samurai and even the Vietnamese. Hell, my compatriots had fought off the French and then the Americans despite their superior arms. We may be smaller in stature but we were definitely NOT weak.
I loved America but still resented the attitude of rednecks and others who were, in my book, stupid fools. So, when Huan mentioned how this white guy seemed to be a submissive and what that meant, I have to admit, it got me excited. The idea of dominating a white guy got me hard. I knew he wasn't a girl but followed the logic that my fucking this guy, if it ever got to that point, wouldn't make me gayābut rather him. I guess I related to the Arab logic that active sex was okay but passive with another male was definitely a no-no.
Walking in on Huan and Matt that night was a real turn-on. I felt so manly and strong thinking that I could have my way with this older, taller and heavier white guy. Shaving him smooth was a bit kinky but only added to the effect. Frankly, shaved he reminded me of a little boy and when he was on his stomach, his ass was a real turn-on. I could easily imagine that it was a girl's especially after landing a few smacks on each cheek to redden them up. When he whimpered it only made my dick harder. I couldn't believe the power I felt as I stood over him. Why he didn't stand up to me I couldn't figure outābut that he didn't only made me want to dominate him all the more.